Chapter 7

“What’s he so happy about?” asked Oliver as he glanced at me washing the dishes. “Is he starting to like his chores all of the sudden?”

“Oh, he’s just happy to be owned by two kind and generous people,” Rosabel said. “Come here, Adam. Come greet master.”

Oliver had just returned from his academic conference and, even though an entire day had passed, I was still reeling from the experience of being milked by Rosabel and Lucy. The reason I'm telling you this is because I would have normally been ready to greet my master at the door when he arrived but there were butterflies and rainbows dancing around in my mind’s eye that kept me preoccupied. Once Rosabel had instructed me on what to do though, I promptly walked over to the doorway and knelt on the floor in front of my master. I kissed the tips of both of his shoes and then I looked up at him and asked, “May I take your shoes off, sir?”

“Yes, you may,” Oliver said as he ruffled my hair. He sat down on the bench and then held his leg out and I began untying his shoe.

“So he was well behaved all weekend?” Oliver asked Rosabel.

“Oh, yes. He was lovely,” Rosabel answered.

“No more leaking out of his cage?”

“Not a droplet, right sweetie?”

“Right, mistress,” I answered as I slid off Oliver’s shoes.

“Well, that’s good to hear,” Oliver said right before Wonky greeted him at the door and he began grooming the dog. “I’ve been thinking about training Adam on my cock all weekend and I’d hate to have to wait any longer.”

“I think he’s excited about that, aren’t you, Adam? That’s why you’ve been smiling all weekend. You just couldn’t wait for your master to get home,” Rosabel teased.

I blushed and then said “Yes, mistress. That’s right.”

“Well, since you missed me so much--” said Oliver as I slid off his other shoe. “Why don’t you sniff my shoes. Put your nose right in there. I’ve had these on for the whole flight and I’ve just been dying to get out of them.”

I brought my head down to the ground and stuck my nose in the open end of my master’s shoes. “Take a deep whiff,” he said as he put his foot on top of my head and pushed my nose deeper.

I did as he asked. His shoes smelled sweaty and soiled, like he hadn’t changed them all weekend. They were so sweaty in fact, that Wonky seemed to be repulsed by the smell because as soon as I began sniffing, the dog turned his head away and disappeared into another room.

While I continued sniffing, Oliver stood up from the bench and went in close to Rosabel, caressing her arm with one hand and her thigh with the other. “I’ve been so horny all weekend,” he said. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Rosabel giggled, began running her hand through Oliver’s hair, and then she said, “Well, what should we do about that?”

“Can you blow me, babe? Are you in the mood?”

Rosabel smiled and nodded. Without taking her lustful eyes off of Oliver, she walked over to where I was knelt and then she sat down on top of my back. I looked up, not entirely sure what was going on and I caught sight of Oliver who was running his hands through Rosabel’s hair while she undid the belt of his pants. “Keep sniffing those shoes, bitch,” he said to me.

“That’s right, sugar. Be a good chair for mistress while I suck master’s cock,” Rosabel said. She pulled down Oliver’s pants to reveal what I can only imagine was Oliver’s throbbing penis and I can only imagine it of course, because I was continuing to bury my face in Oliver’s pungent shoes. I heard Oliver’s deep, husky breaths, and the sound of Rosabel’s lips sucking Oliver’s cock; every moist back and forth motion of her mouth. Then the sound stopped briefly and Rosabel gagged and suddenly pulled her mouth back. A line of spit dripped down the side of her mouth and fell onto the floor in front of me. “Lick that up,” Rosabel ordered breathlessly.

I put my lips to the floor and licked the spit up while the sound of Rosabel’s sucking continued. Finally, the sound slowed down and then Rosabel stood up from me and faced my direction.

“It’s your turn now, muffin,” she said.

I looked up from the floor to see Rosabel tidying up her hair while Oliver stroked his saliva drenched cock. “My turn, ma’am?” I answered.

“To suck this cock,” said Oliver. “We wanna see how you do.”

Rosabel took me by the collar and then brought my head up to Oliver’s cock. “Don’t be afraid, Adam. Just do it how I was doing.”

I was quite afraid, I must admit. I had never sucked a cock before, although I sometimes fantasized about it, and this cock was much bigger than I thought I’d be comfortable with. The silver lining of it though was that the cock was already soaked in Rosabel’s spit which meant I would get to taste her too as I tasted my master. Rosabel gave me no more time to hesitate; she thrust my head forward onto Oliver cock and I had no choice but to open my mouth. Oliver then clutched the hair on the back of my head and pushed my neck back and forth.

“Mmrrrgh, mmmrrrghhh!” I groaned as the flesh and the spit began to choke me. Oliver released his hand from my head and I fell back from his cock in a breathless gasp.

Oliver looked at Rosabel and said, “Can you unlock him now?”

Rosabel smiled wordlessly as she leaned down and unlocked my chastity cage.

“Here’s the bad news, slut,” Oliver said as he grasped my jaw and stuck his fingers in my mouth, “I like it rough. The good news is I’m gonna get you to like it rough too.”

Then he grabbed my head again and I was forced to suck his cock once more. Rosabel, who was watching with pride and arousal, looked down at my cock and then she grabbed hold of my balls. “Look at that, Olli, he likes it already! He’s getting hard for you!”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Oliver muttered while he used my face like a sex toy. “Start stroking it, bitch. I know you want to cum for master.”

I did as he asked, placing my hand on my erect penis and slowly beginning to stroke it while I gagged on the girth of Oliver’s penis.

“Stroke it with your other hand,” instructed Oliver. “Get all that spit off my cock and use it to jerk yourself off.”

I rubbed his penis with my hand while still sucking the head of his penis and then, once my hand was coated with saliva, I brought that hand down to my penis and used the spit as lube for myself. The whole ordeal made me feel like such a filthy animal; all of the spit running down my body, my mouth being used like an object, Oliver grinning down at me as he pleasured himself. Rosabel was watching me too as she clung to Oliver and stroked his chest and it embarrassed me to know I was being so humiliated in front of such a beautiful soul. Tears began to run down both my cheeks and I can’t quite say whether it was the adrenaline from being used so roughly or the degradation of the situation that caused them.

“Oliver, slow down,” Rosabel said as she saw how much distress I was in.

“What, babe?” Oliver asked as he continued to fuck my face.

“Slow down, you’re going too fast. Give him a break.”

Oliver complied and then released me from his cock. I leaned back, breathless, with tears down my cheeks and drool dripping down the side of my mouth.

“Sweetie, are you alright?” Rosabel asked.

“Yes-I…I--uh--t-t-thank you, master,” I wheezed.

“That was a pretty tough first lesson, wasn’t it, bitch?” asked Oliver. “But it’s not over until I cum.”

“Just wait, Oliver. Let him rest, poor thing,” Rosabel said as she caressed my neck and upper body. “You tell master when you’re ready to keep going, okay buttercup? And you can keep stroking yourself while you’re taking a break.”

“Okay, mistress,” I smiled. Oliver rolled his eyes and then crossed his arms as he looked down at me gently stroking my cock and catching my breath. It felt so peaceful getting to jerk myself off while staring up at my mistress and master and, with this tranquility coming so soon after I had been ravaged and made an object of, I felt like I was now in the eerie stillness of the eye of a hurricane. I panted like a dog and stroked myself also like a dog if it had a hand to stroke itself with. It was calming act but deep in my heart I could tell it was a fleeting one. I knew I’d have to return to the hurricane eventually so I readied myself and stood up firmly on my knees before saying, “I’m ready to keep going master.”

“Good boy,” Oliver said and then he grasped my hair and shoved his erect cock back into my mouth. He fucked me hard and then he fucked me harder and as he did so he moaned softly. I was moaning too (in between moments when my entire throat was full of Oliver’s cock) because I still had my hand on my own penis and I was gently stroking the length of it. Then his muscles flexed and he hung his head back and howled like a wolf. Oliver seemed so entranced by my blowjob that he clutched the back of my head and thrust me even further onto his cock so that my lips brushed against his balls. I began to choke and I pulled my head away, falling back onto my hands in a coughing fit.

“Good job, sweetie. You got all the way to his balls,” Rosabel said as she patted me on the back. “You’re almost done, okay? How about you let me stroke your cock while you finish up with master. You’ve got a lot of things on your mind right now, huh?”

“Thank you, misttresssmmmph.” Before I could properly address Rosabel, Oliver had me back on his cock, steadily sucking like I was a drinking bird dipping its head in a cup of water. My mouth was so full of my own spit and the sweat on Oliver’s cock and the strands of precum that I couldn’t focus at all on the euphoric feeling of Rosabel stroking my penis. I wanted so badly for this ordeal to be over that I determined in my mind that I would no longer pull my head away from Oliver’s penis until he had finished so that I could be left to bask in the glory of Rosabel’s handjob. By a rare stroke of luck, I did not have to wait long.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” muttered Oliver. “Keep sucking. Faster. Faster!”

I did as he asked, sucking as fast as I could until I felt a shot of hot cum hit the back of my throat. Then more cum sputtered out and Oliver pulled his cock away from my lips whilst continuing to stroke himself. “Keep that mouth open, bitch. Take all of master’s cum,” he said.

I held my mouth open like a fat man at a fondue fountain while Oliver sprayed the last droplets of warm jizz onto my tongue. “Now swallow it all,” he said.

It was quite a tough treat to get down but I did it nonetheless. I thought at that moment that the excitement was over but Oliver grabbed the back of my head once again--more gently this time, I might add--and told me to, “Lick the rest of the cum off my dick. There you go, cutiepie. Good work.”

Cutiepie? I was used to Rosabel calling me those sorts of names but this was completely out of character for Oliver. I think the act of ejaculating may have tempered his near primal sex drive and left me looking like quite an obedient and willing participant in his escapades. I must say, as much as I was still feeling quite dirty and humiliated, I felt proud of myself for sucking my master’s cock so well and swallowing all of his cum. Rosabel continued to stroke me as I fell back onto my hands, caught my breath, and licked up the last droplets of jizz from my lips.

“Look at what a lucky boy you are,” Rosabel said as she eyed me with so much pride and affection that I thought I might have melted into a puddle in front of her. “You get to eat up master’s fresh cum and pretty soon you’ll get to eat up your own cum too. Doesn’t cum taste so nice when it’s fresh from a cock?”

“Yes, mistress, it does,” I blushed.

Rosabel giggled and then she took out a petri dish and held it below my cock. “What’s that for, mistress,” I asked.

“It’s so that we can make a clone of you,” she said.

My eyes widened with fear and fascination which caused Rosabel to laugh heartily. “I’m joking, sweetpea. I’m just making sure your cum doesn’t go all over the floor. You’ve been too good a boy today to have to lick your own cum off of the floor.”

I smiled and Rosabel kissed my cheek which very well may have been the thing that brought me to ejaculation because, at that exact moment, my cum shot out of me and then slowly dribbled out into the petri dish. Oliver watched me and eyed my dripping cock like Sherlock Holmes eyes an alleged wine stain on a suspect's carpet. “Huh,” he said. “I thought he would’ve had a bit more cum after being locked up for so long.”

“Well, a cute little penis like this isn’t going to get out as much cum as a big cock like yours, Olli,” reasoned Rosabel. 

“I guess so, yeah,” agreed Oliver as he stroked his beard.

Rosabel brought the petri dish up to my mouth and said, “Here you go, even more sweet treats for the sweetest treat of them all.” She put the dish to my lips and I opened my mouth as she poured my cum into my throat. I swallowed all of it and then Rosabel turned the dish and had me lick all of the droplets from the sides of the dish.

“Great work, gorgeous! Did you see that, Olli, he didn’t even gag! I think he’s starting to really like the taste of cum,” praised Rosabel.

Oliver was doing up his pants as he said, “That’s good to hear because he’s going to be eating a lot more of it.”

Rosabel turned back to me once again and said, “Alright, Adam, you’ve done very good. Now we want you to go clean yourself up. Take a shower, get all dry, do whatever you have to do, and then come find Oliver and I when you’re all done and we’ll go over your performance.”

I did as she asked and disappeared into the bathroom for a most refreshing shower. It should be noted that showers and any other kinds of personal hygiene were a luxury my owners always permitted me, which I must say I am grateful for. Who really knows for sure though if this was allowed because of the goodness of their hearts or if it was because my potential musk and grime would have meant unnecessary musk and grime in their home. I was satisfied whatever the case may have been.

When I returned from my shower, I found Rosabel and Oliver both sitting at the stools on the kitchen island, chatting over a box of raspberry truffle butter cookies.

“--and all of that was for one cup of coffee, can you believe that?” Rosabel was saying. “The bus ride, walking through a construction zone, the twenty minute wait in line; just for one cup of coffee.”

“I don’t think I could survive being around some of your coworkers all day,” chuckled Oliver. “With the stories you tell me about them.”

“Well, that sort of behaviour comes with the profession, I guess. Oh, hello Adam! Was your shower refreshing?”

“Yes, mistress. It was,” I said as I knelt on the cold kitchen floor in front of them.

“Very good. Would you like a cookie?” Rosabel asked.

I answered “Yes please, ma’am,” and then Rosabel tossed a cookie on the floor in front of me. When it hit the ground, I could hear Wonky in the other room rushing towards me so I leaned down and ate it quickly (without the use of my hands of course since I was a very good boy). As I licked up the last of the crumbs, Rosabel took a paper from off the counter and then brought it down to me.

“This is for you,” she said as she placed it in my hands. This paper seemed to be some sort of a report card based on how I had sucked Oliver’s penis.

“Olli and I evaluated you as fairly as we could, keeping in mind that this was only your first time. We felt this would be a good way to let you know what you did well on and what you can improve,” Rosabel explained.

I ran my eyes across the paper and, as any wise pupil does, I skipped over the written feedback and glanced straight at the letter grade. A ‘C ’?! What the deuce was the meaning of this? Sure, it was a passing grade but a slice of processed cheese is a passing dairy product and yet no one has ever been excited to get one. Perhaps I was placing too much emphasis on academic approval but I must admit that when I saw that grade, I felt more embarrassed than I did when my face was being used as Oliver’s cum depository.

“Mistress, I-I thought I did b-better than a C ,” I stammered.

“Oh, Adam, that’s a perfectly fine grade for your first time. Read the feedback and you’ll see why we gave you a C ,” Rosabel said.

I did as Rosabel asked. It seemed that they had broken my dick sucking down into three categories: form, pleasure, and submission. My form was apparently quite mediocre, scoring only a 5.5 out of 10 and the reason for this, according to my owners, was that I spent much of the time with my back bent forward rather than straight and my head had to be moved back and forth by Oliver rather than me doing the sucking myself. The pleasure score was slightly higher, if only by a little, seeing as I scored 6 out of 10. Oliver’s main complaint was that he felt my teeth grazing his penis too many times and he was not able to consistently get his cock entirely down my throat. He also took issue with the lack of attention I paid to his balls. My highest score was in submission, where I scored an 8 out of 10. While Oliver was slightly miffed that I took a couple of short breaks, Rosabel was quite pleased with my willingness to suck on my master’s penis and she was rather impressed that I did not utter any verbal complaints, especially considering the fact that it was my first time.

I folded up the paper and looked up at my master and mistress once again, this time with a better understanding of how I had failed them. “Thank you for the feedback, mistress. Thank you for the feedback, master.”

Rosabel took the paper from my hand and then placed it on the counter. “You’re welcome, sugarplum. You’ll do much better next time, I’m sure, and once you get good at that, we’ll have you learn to pleasure my pussy and then you can learn to pleasure our asses too and pretty soon you’ll be our perfect boy-toy--able to pleasure our entire bodies--our star student!”

“That’s right, we want to be able to show you off, you know?” Oliver said. “Some of our friends and acquaintances have slaves too and we need to make sure they know that we train the best slaves here.”

Rosabel rolled her eyes at Oliver and then looked at me and said, “Your master is always so concerned with status symbols, isn’t he, Adam? Don’t worry about that. You just practice how to serve us and you’ll be as perfect as you can be.”

“Thank you, mistress. Thank you, master. I’ll try better next time.”

“Good boy. Now, have a little treat and go off and do your chores.” Rosabel took a slice of mango from a bowl on the counter and threw it to the ground and it landed on its side, sliding across the kitchen floor. I tried to crawl after it but it slid faster than my arms could carry me and I could hear Wonky closing in from the other room at a much faster pace. The dog careened into the room, caught the mango in his teeth like a bald eagle catches a mid-air salmon, and then he swallowed it whole while I grovelled in front of him. I sighed and turned to my mistress to see if she would offer me another morsel of food but she was already lost in some conversation with Oliver and I was forced to continue my chores with a gnawing hunger in my stomach.