God, this one was so much fun to write. Hope you like it!

This is Part 2 of 2, though these characters are also featured in an earlier story that's (mostly) unrelated to this one!

Part 1 (Not required in order to understand this story, but definitely recommended!)

Master Caught Us... (Same characters, but not directly related to this story)

I wonder how long a man can have an erection before he passes out. Because little Aaron here has just gotten to his second hour, and he looks like he’s about to kill someone, probably me, based on the way he’s looking at me right now.

“Aaron, what do you think of this?” I ask as I enter the living room. I’m wearing a pale pink bodysuit that’s more lace than anything else, leaving little to the imagination. It’s so thin you can just barely see my naked skin underneath, something Aaron clearly just noticed based on how his nostrils are flaring.

He groans. “Violet, I swear to god.” I let out a girly giggle at his whining. I’ve been doing this for the past ten minutes, changing between different lingerie pieces and getting his opinions on them all. He loves them all, clearly, but he hates that he does. “I’m going to bend you over and fuck your ass soon if you’re not careful.” The promise sends shivers down my spine, but Rhys’s domineering voice cuts us off.

“Careful, boy,” he warns, and both Aaron and I turn our heads to face him. He’s been sitting on a chair in our living room, adjacent to Aaron’s seat on the couch, overseeing everything we’re doing. He’s casually reading a book, too, but I don’t miss his stolen glances my way, or the tent in his pants.

Aaron groans a little, barely audible, but Rhys lets it slide. He’s not being as harsh with reprimands today, which makes sense considering how difficult of a punishment this is turning out to be.

Yesterday, after Rhys cleaned me up, we came back to his office to find Aaron on his knees, fisting his length. He finished just as Rhys gripped the other man’s hair, and Rhys was pissed.

He didn’t do anything then, beyond making Aaron clean up his mess with his own tongue, but as I hear it, he has plenty of plans for tonight. Until then, he’s given me free reign to edge and torture Aaron, within certain rules.

First, no touching Aaron. Apparently, Rhys thinks that touching him wouldn’t be punishment enough. That letting him touch me would just make this fun for him, and that just looking instead would be a lot more effective. I disagree, but I’m not about to brat now, not when I get to fuck with Aaron all day.

Second, no touching myself either. He wants me to wait until tonight. This rule is hard to follow, but I’m doing my best, even if I’m close to going just as crazy as Aaron is.

Lastly, I have to follow Rhys’s orders all day. The second I brat, I lose the right to mess with Aaron. I don’t know why he made such a big deal about this rule, honestly. If he told me to jump off the roof, I’d do it, as long as I could continue my teasing of Aaron. That’s how much fun this is.

“Not a fan?” I smile at Aaron, cocking a hip. His eyes rake over my entire body, and I shiver under his gaze. “What about this one?” I ask as I start taking off my bodysuit, right in front of him. I pick up a set of lacy, baby blue panties and see-through bra. “That’s okay, I like this one better, anyway.”

Aaron curses under his breath as I slip on the panties, followed by hooking the bra behind my back. “Master, I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” he tells Rhys. His voice sounds pained, and it’s music to my ears.

“That’s too bad,” Rhys says as he turns a page in his book. He sounds bored, but I don’t miss the small smile grazing his handsome face. He’s loving this, the sadistic bastard.

Rhys looks up at me, his eyes darkening when he sees my new attire. “Angel, will you go grab the small whiskey bottle from the fridge?” Shivers run through my whole body at his soft, deep voice. I nod and turn around, but Rhys’s voice stops me. “Crawl, little girl.”

Shame and desire heat my cheeks as I drop down to the floor, making sure to stick my ass up towards Aaron. I start crawling out of the living room, taking my time and swaying my hips in the most seductive way possible. Even as I move into the kitchen, I can hear Aaron’s heavy, constrained breathing behind me, and I smile.

Once in the kitchen, I keep crawling, eventually making my way over to the cabinet containing all our alcohol. I stop, sitting up on my knees, and grab the whiskey bottle. It’s not very large, just barely larger than my own fist, which means it’s small enough to fit comfortably between my teeth.

That’s exactly where I stick it as I begin crawling back into the living room. Aaron’s eyes are fixed on every inch of my exposed skin as I make my way over to Rhys. I sit up on my knees at his feet, still with the bottle between my teeth, and wait for further instructions.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, petting my hair. He then grabs the bottle from me and opens it. “Open your mouth,” he orders, and I get ready for the burn of the alcohol down my throat.

Instead, he takes a swig for himself, then leans over me and grabs my jaw, keeping my mouth open in his firm grip. Then he spits the drink into my mouth, forcing me to drink from him. It’s degrading, yet I swallow, eager to do good for him tonight. He pets my hair again, the soothing feeling a sharp contrast to the burning alcohol pouring down my throat.

“That’s it.” He lays a hand on my cheek.

“Fuck me,” Aaron mutters under his breath in a pained voice from somewhere behind me. I smile, and Rhys smiles back down at me, clearly enjoying this as much as I am.

“I will soon, fucktoy. Don’t you worry.” I know he’s speaking to Aaron, even as he’s looking at me, pure admiration in his eyes. “Get up here, princess,” he instructs, putting away his book and patting his thigh.

I dutifully get up, straddling him, and he leans me down to kiss him. His tongue plunges into my mouth, tasting of whiskey, and I moan as I eagerly suck it. I start grinding on his hard length beneath me, and Rhys groans into my mouth. His hands grip my waist in a firm, possessive grip, his fingers almost encircling me entirely.

Behind me, I can practically feel Aaron’s gaze planted on my behind, his breathing turning more and more ragged. “Master…” he groans. “Please.” He’s begging for this to end, like he’s forgetting this is supposed to be a torturous day for him.

Rhys grips my throat, pushing me away. My lips feel puffy, and there’s an incessant pulsing between my legs. He squeezes my throat just once, almost lovingly, as he looks over to Aaron. “Go into the playroom and wait for us.”

Aaron jumps up, and I hear him start walking, but Rhys repeats the same thing he told me just a few minutes ago. “Crawl, little boy.”

Rhys looks back into my eyes again, and I into his, as Aaron shamefully crawls out of the room and makes his way to the playroom. Once he’s left, Rhys pulls me closer, laying my cheek on his chest. His lips come down my ear. “It’s time, angel.” I nod eagerly, buzzing with energy. “I want you to kneel in the corner until I come get you, okay?”

“Yes, Master.” He keeps petting my hair for another few minutes, letting Aaron squirm in the other room for as long as possible, before he gently lifts me off him, placing me on the floor.

“Come on,” he says, and I crawl after him.

We make our way into the playroom, finding a kneeling Aaron in the middle. He’s still dressed, wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, which are tented with his straining erection.

I obediently make my way over to the corner, kneeling there, and wait for Rhys to start the session. “Strip,” he tells Aaron, who immediately start stripping off his clothes. Rhys grabs a pair of handcuffs, fastening them around Aaron’s wrists, then he raises them above his head. “Keep them there,” he orders him.

Next, he grabs a long chain, fastening one end to the chain on the handcuffs, and the other to the hook in the ceiling. Once done, Aaron is kneeling on the floor, his arms raised far above his head.

And in the next moment, Rhys unzips his pants, pulls his briefs down, and shoves himself into the other man’s mouth. I gasp at the sight, at how rough he’s being with him, and at how eagerly Aaron is sucking him off.

It’s almost overwhelming, especially when Rhys stuffs himself all the way in and pinches Aaron’s nose shut.

“Take it,” he spits out as Aaron chokes around him, his hands flexing in his handcuffs.

The fact that this huge, muscular man can be so easily put on his knees and forced into submission is almost awe-inspiring. It’s sending heat through my entire body, all collecting in my aching pussy, which I’m way too tempted to touch right now.

After what feels like a minute, Rhys finally pulls out, allowing Aaron to breathe. He eagerly sucks in air but is only allowed it for a few seconds before Rhys repeats the whole ordeal. He doesn’t give him any warning before he shoves his length down Aaron’s throat and pinches his nose again. Another minute passes before he pulls out again, and then he repeats the process again.

This continues, over and over again, all while Aaron’s cock looks painfully hard, the tip leaking moisture.

After a particularly long time in his throat, Rhys pulls all the way out and then leans down, gripping Aaron’s face in a painfully hard grip, then spits into his mouth. I gasp when Rhys places his hand over the other man’s mouth, forcing him to swallow.

“Such a dirty fucking boy,” Rhys degrades, and Aaron, despite it all, eagerly nods. After he swallows, Rhys releases him from the handcuffs. “Go kneel next to Violet,” he orders, and Aaron begins crawling my way.

I carefully eye him, a little surprised by how much he seems to be enjoying this treatment but fascinated too. His cock keeps twitching, so tantalizingly close to me, but I remain in my spot and focus on Rhys instead, even as Aaron’s pained breath distracts me.

Rhys is busy grabbing the bench we keep in here. It’s not huge by any means, but it’s large enough for either of us to lay down comfortably, but Aaron has to hang either his head or his feet off the edge.

Once satisfied, Rhys turns to face us. “Get over here, Aaron.” He walks over to the bench, where Rhys lays him down on his back, making sure his head is laying on the very end of the bench. He then grabs several coils of rope and gets busy tying Aaron’s hands, stretching them above his head and fastening them to the legs of the bench. He repeats the process with his feet, then finishes it all up with a length of rope around his waist, keeping him firmly fastened to the bench.

Aaron’s cock sticks up into the air, breaking up the otherwise smooth, stretched silhouette of him. He keeps tugging at his restraints, testing them, but they stay in place, though I notice there is a tiny bit of slack. Suddenly, Rhys’s hand comes down to Aaron’s balls. It’s not a hard slap, but it’s enough to force a groan out of his throat. “Don’t go anywhere,” Rhys mocks, making his way over to where I’m kneeling.

“Take off your clothes,” he orders me, and I eagerly comply, then find my place on my knees again. “Good girl. Aaron’s going to make you come, angel, but this time with my permission.” I tilt my head, confused how Aaron can do that in his present position, but Rhys continues. “Go sit on his face.”

With my heart racing, I get up and walk over to Aaron’s face. He looks at me with a pained expression, but I can tell he’s loving this. His mouth is practically watering at the sight my naked form looming above him.

Rhys gives me a slap on my ass, and I yelp. “Come on, baby. Get on.” I do as I’m told, swinging a leg over Aaron and shimmying up over the bench so my butt awkwardly hovers over his shoulders. In front of me, Rhys looks on with rapt attention, waiting for me to continue, so I do.

I lower myself to Aaron’s mouth and let out a gasp as his tongue immediately darts out, licking me. “Oh god,” I moan when he lightly nibbles at my clit. I’m still hovering a little, careful not to crush the other man’s face with my weight, so Aaron has to raise his head a little for access.

He continues eating at me, giving my clit most of his attention, eventually sucking it into his mouth. The moan that escapes my mouth is obnoxiously loud. “Can you breathe, boy?” I hear Rhys ask, and when Aaron nods his head, his nose tickles my entire slit, making me shudder.

Rhys comes up somewhere behind me, placing both hands on my shoulders and leaning in to whisper in my ear, “Hear that, angel? He can still breathe.”

“What do you– Oh, fuck,” I moan at Aaron’s eager tongue. “What do you mean, Master?”

“Sit,” he replies, like that explains everything. When I don’t move, he pushes me down by my shoulders, forcing me to cover Aaron’s mouth and nose with my core.

I gasp, my back arching. “You know he deserves this,” Rhys whispers into my ear as I grind myself on Aaron’s mouth. “He forced you to come without my permission. Take your pleasure from him, baby. Wring him dry until you’re satisfied.”

I nod eagerly, my mouth hanging open.

“Good girl,” he drawls. He gives me a quick slap on my ass, and Aaron groans at the vibrations it causes. “That’s it, make him choke on you, my eager little demon.” He then walks away, leaning against the wall, his cock jutting out, and eagerly observes his two slaves.

With Rhys’s blessing, I let my entire weight down on Aaron. The moans he releases as he continues lapping me up send vibrations through my entire body. I brace myself on his head, gripping his hair tightly in my grip. With every flick of his tongue, every pained moan against my opening, I feel my climax coming ever closer.

I catch the eye of Rhys just as my orgasm hits, flooding Aaron beneath me. I moan Rhys’s name, intentionally leaving Aaron out of this as a way of humiliation, and Rhys gives me a satisfied smile in return. I continue wringing my orgasm from Aaron, pulling at his hair as I do, and when it finally subsides, I lean back a little.

The space between us finally allows Aaron to breathe freely, and he eagerly pants and groans. “You taste so fucking good,” he tells me, giving me a satisfied smile.

Rhys then makes his way over to us, gently lifting me up. But instead of letting me swing my leg over the bench, he instead pushes me back and back, until I’m hovering over Aaron’s cock. Based on how long this has gone on, I’m surprised it hasn’t exploded yet, but I can’t think of that now, not when Rhys is pushing me down onto it, making me ride Aaron.

“Stay there,” he tells me, and I do, letting Aaron’s size stretch and fill me in the best way. I can tell he’s close, and I’m half convinced I could make him come in half a minute if I was just allowed to do so.

Rhys moves over to Aaron’s head, and tugs at his hair until his head lays over the edge. His Adam’s apple bobs, and just when I realize what Rhys is planning, he shoves his cock deep into the man’s throat.

I gasp. The force of the movement can be seen through his throat from where I’m sitting, and it’s as erotic as it’s terrifying. Rhys moves rapidly in and out, making Aaron gag and choke on it. The sounds send heat straight to where Aaron and I are joined.

“You’re not allowed to come, boy,” Rhys tells him, and I give him a devilish smile. “Get over here, Violet.” He reaches over to me, sticking his cock all the way into Aaron’s throat, and pulls my lips to his.

We kiss like we’re lovers who have been apart for years, and I make sure to make some obnoxiously loud noises and moans. I also grind down on Aaron’s aching cock, grazing my clit against his pubic bone.

Aaron is writhing beneath us, probably both from how his nose is stuffed into Rhys’s balls, making it hard to breathe, but also because of all the noises coming from Rhys and me.

We break apart after a minute, and Rhys lets Aaron breathe a little again. “Ride him,” he orders me, and I eagerly comply.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, pushing myself up and down. Aaron is moaning loudly into Rhys’s crotch, who finally pulls out, allowing Aaron to beg.

“Please, Master, fuck!” He’s panting heavily, like he’s holding himself back. “Let me come inside her, please!” He sounds so fucking pathetic, and it just turns me on more.

Rhys laughs at the man, further humiliating him, then stuffs himself into his throat again. “You can come after you make both Violet and I come. If you come before either of us, I’ll edge you for a month.”

My mouth falls open at that promise. He’s never edged either of us for that long, and the thought of that terrifies Aaron, given the way he’s trembling with restraint beneath me.

I keep going, though. Still, out of remorse for him, I try to let my orgasm come faster. “Sir?” I ask. Rhys looks up at me. The way his body moves with his thrusts is the hottest sight I’ve ever seen, and it takes me a second to continue. “Can I touch myself?”

He laughs. “Eager to help him out, huh?” A pause. “Go ahead, princess, but remember to ask permission to come, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” I moan as my fingers find my clit. I rub eagerly, keeping my movements in synch with how I’m fucking Aaron.

Aaron is struggling, I can tell, but he’s doing an impressive job at keeping his orgasm at bay. Unlike me, Rhys seems hellbent on forcing Aaron to come. “Faster, Violet,” he orders me, and even though I feel bad doing it, I obey.

I clench involuntarily around Aaron’s length, and soon, I’m close to coming.

“Master, can I come? Please?” I beg. I swear I can hear Aaron mutter, thank fuck, around Rhys’s throat.

“Come for me, angel,” Rhys replies, and I do.

I cry out, bracing my hands on Aaron’s hard stomach as I come all around him. How he hasn’t come yet, I have no idea, especially with how I’m eagerly bouncing up and down, taking all of my pleasure from him like Rhys instructed me to.

When I come back down, I rest a little on Aaron’s legs, but Rhys demands, “Did I tell you to stop, little girl?”

“No, Sir, but–“ I start, but I’m interrupted.

“Then fucking keep going.” His tone is harsh, like he’s losing his patience with me, so I keep moving.

But I’m spent, sweating all over, and aching in my entire lower half. I keep going, though, eagerly watching how Rhys keeps fucking Aaron’s throat.

Suddenly, I feel Aaron tensing beneath me, and I can feel his orgasm hitting him. But just before he comes inside me, Rhys finishes as well, spilling himself into his throat. Aaron lets out a huge moan as he swallows Rhys’s come, but I suspect it’s mainly from how he doesn’t need to hold back anymore.

He thrusts his hips into me, as little as he can considering the ropes, and groans as his release pours into me. It quickly leaks out, coating both of us in it.

We’re all exhausted, panting and leaning against each other. Aaron feels like jelly beneath me, like he’s just ran a marathon, and in a way, he has. Rhys pulls out of his throat, then leans down and gives him a deep, loving kiss.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

After I get up, Rhys releases him from his bondage, and helps him stand. I go to give each of the men in my life a kiss as well.

We make our way to the bathroom, and after a bit of a cramped shower, we get to our bed, each of them laying on either side of me.

“You were both so good today,” Rhys praises us. I turn around to face him, and Aaron presses his front to my back, spooning me. “Maybe now you’ll learn to behave, Aaron.” He says it sternly, but we all know he’ll never learn, nor do any of us want him to.

Aaron just laughs, shaking me a little. He snakes one hand under my waist, grabbing Rhys’s hand, and one arm splays across my front. I grab onto Rhys’s free hand, pulling him closer to us, and lay my other hand on top of the one Aaron has laying on my stomach.

I fall asleep in that position, squeezed between both men, feeling happy and content.