Chapter 8

After Rosabel planted the thought of eating her pussy into my mind, it became all I could think about. This was my reward, I thought; this was the peak of Mount Everest, the barren landing pad of the moon and the flag I’d get to kick to ground so that I could plant my own. No longer was my mind concerned with the freedom of autonomy, the freedom to sleep in a bed, the freedom to ejaculate when I wanted to. Freedom was an overrated concept after all. Who needs freedom when I have an Aphroditian mistress and a Herculean master who treat me as I’ve always deserved to be treated? They were my freedom now and I felt that after being saved by them, I learned what true freedom was. For isn’t all freedom simply the ability to choose who you will submit to? If that may be the case, then I suppose I was truly free. I may have been locked in a cage, collared like a dog, and condemned to chastity, but at least I had my liberty.

So those were the thoughts going through my head as I pondered the not so distant future when I would finally get to put my tongue to my mistress’s perfect pussy. All I had to do to reach that reality was to master the art of sucking my master’s cock and this is the precise reason why I began to train as hard as I could to win my owners’ approval.

Unfortunately, mastery of such a task did not come easily to me. The second time I was made to suck my master’s penis, I received a B- on my report card. This was a slight improvement from the C I had first gotten but it was still not enough for me to graduate to the role of pussy slave. Then I tried to suck my master’s cock again and that time, I got a B , just barely missing that ever elusive A. By that point I was well acquainted with the taste of my master’s cum, well acquainted with the length and girth of his cock, and well aware of how to be as submissive with him as I possibly could. I had more confidence then I had ever had before so I tried again to please my master only this time I made a crucial mistake. I had gotten overzealous, it seemed, in the act of sucking and I had forgotten how to regulate my air which caused me to overextend on the cock and accidently choke. I fell back in a coughing fit that was so bad I could not bring myself to continue the blowjob. Oliver slapped me for my failure, finished himself off, made me lick his cum off of the floor and then--worst of all--he handed me a report card with an F on it.

“Care to explain this?” Rosabel asked me after she returned from work that same day to find the humiliating report card laying on the living room table.

“M-m-mistress, I’m s-sorry. I made a--”

“Speak clearly, slave! You’re supposed to be getting better at sucking cock, not worse! I think it’s time we start finding different ways to train you because you clearly don’t deserve to be sucking your master's cock right now, isn’t that right?”

I began mumbling, “Yes, mistress. I’m s--”

“Speak up!” Rosabel demanded as she spanked my ass.

“I’m sorry, mistress. I’m sorry!” I pleaded in desperation.

But it was no use. The next day, I began my alternate training. After I had finished my daily chores, Rosabel led me into the dungeon. She turned on the light to reveal a large mirror propped up against the wall with a bright pink dildo suctioned to the glass.

“I want you to kneel in front of that mirror,” Rosabel ordered and I did just as she asked. Then, Rosabel took my hands behind my back and she began to tie them tightly at the wrists before wrapping more rope around my elbows and tying them tightly together. She did the same thing with my ankles and my knees and then she said, “Open your mouth! I want your lips on the dildo.”

I put my lips around the head of the dildo and then my mistress attached a short chain from my collar to balls of the dildo that made it so I could no longer take my mouth away from that artificial penis. Then, Rosabel attached some electronic gizmo to the side of my collar.

“Bite the dildo,” she commanded.

I bit the dildo and felt an electric shock from the gadget that made me jump up on my knees and squeal like a little girl.

“That didn’t feel so nice, did it?” Rosabel said. “That shock is what you’re going to feel every time your teeth graze the dildo. It can sense the pressure so you better make your sucking smooth and sloppy. I want you to keep sucking on this dildo for the next thirty minutes at least and the whole time you’re here, I want you to look at yourself in the mirror--see how pathetic you are--and remember, that’s what master sees when you’re sucking his cock so make sure you look as pretty as you can for him.”

I murmured and trembled. “Quit complaining,” Rosabel said. “I don’t want to hear any whining. What I want to hear is the sound of you sucking so get going.”

My lips quivered and my eyelids welled up with tears but I did as she asked. Slowly and carefully I sucked on the dildo as deep as I could, up and down the shaft, until the better part of it was coated in my saliva.

“Faster, slave,” Rosabel ordered. “How is master going to cum to if you go that slowly?”

I quickened my pace until I unwittingly let my jaw loosen more than I intended and I felt the collar shock my neck. The feeling made me pause and it caused a tear to roll down one side of my face. I looked up at Rosabel in the reflection of the mirror, thinking, wishing, praying, that she’d show me mercy but she simply stood with her arms crossed at her chest with the expression of a librarian who had told a person one too many times to quiet down. I turned back to my own reflection and continued sucking at a steady pace.

“I’m going to leave you now for thirty minutes, just as I said,” Rosabel told me. “You’re going to keep sucking for the entire time I’m gone.”

I let out a high whine which Rosabel ignored as she walked away and then I heard the dungeon door shut behind me. A louder whimper fell out of me which caused me to accidentally bite down on the dildo again and I let out a shrill shriek from the pain of the shock. It seemed that not even my own primeval utterances could safely keep me company. All that I could do was suck and suck and from then on, that’s what I continued to do. With every shock I became more and more cognizant of my teeth and slowly but surely the shocks became less common.

I stared at myself hard in the mirror as this occurred until I began to not even recognize myself. The me that had last been in the mirror was gone and I began a new version of myself; a version that was nothing but a throat for a cock to fill, a body to be used, and a toy to be played with. This was how I should be. This was the way my master and mistress wanted me to be and they knew what was best for me. I repeated this thought in my head until it became the reality of my life and this reality was so strong that I didn’t even question why I was still sucking on this dildo. Rosabel was not in the room, Oliver was not in the room; nobody was in the room but me so why continue to suck? Who would know if I simply ceased thrusting my neck and chose instead to sit still with my mouth agape? These questions did not cross my mind at all; I was doing what Rosabel asked and even if she weren’t in the room, I would still be obedient to her else the guilt would be too much to bear. And I needed nothing more than to be back on good terms with her. I missed her pet names for me and the way she’d ruffle my hair and the way she’d let me kiss her hand through the bars of my cage every night before I went to sleep. If I continued to suck as I was alone, Rosabel would know and I would once again be her sweet-pea, her love-bug, and her gorgeous little slave boy.

So suck is what I did. I sucked until my lips and my throat were completely sore and almost numb and I sucked until I had spit dripping down my chin. The shocks were few and far between and the few shocks I did receive I endured with so much as a grunt. Sucking on the dildo became an almost spiritual, meditative act for me as I lost the sense of my personhood and became simply a tool for pleasure and if I had to guess I’d say that this meditative state was likely the reason the time had gone by so fast because, after what felt like at most fifteen minutes, Rosabel reentered the room.

She walked up to me and peered down and I did not cease sucking which Rosabel seemed pleased to see. “I see you haven’t given up yet, Adam,” she said as she crouched down beside me.

Rosabel began toying with my chastity cage; rubbing my balls and caressing the bars so that I could feel her nails against my skin. “Can you go all the way to the balls yet, sweetie? Show mistress how far down you can suck.”

I thrust my neck as far as I could go and I almost reached the testicles of the dildo but my gag reflex stopped me and I had to pull back and continue sucking at a safer distance.

Rosabel giggled and stroked my chest as she said, “That was a good try, muffin. You see, if you just kept trying like that with master then we wouldn’t have to punish you with all of this training. You don’t like the training, do you, sweetie? Well you should know that I don’t like it either. We don’t get any enjoyment out of punishing you--well--maybe Oliver does a little bit but I have a lot more fun when you act like a good slave and we get to play with you. So can you please start acting like a good boy so mistress doesn’t have to be upset?”

I tried to nod while continuing to suck which Rosabel must have understood because she said, “Good. Now let’s get all of this stuff off of you.” She undid the chain that attached from my collar to the dildo and then she took off the device that shocked me. Once I was free from all of my bondage (except for, of course, my chastity cage), Mistress Rosabel said, “Do you think you’re ready to suck off master now?”

I told her that I was and then she said, “Good. I think he’s on the couch right now and he told me he’s horny so this is your chance to prove yourself. We’ll go in there and let Olli know that you’re ready to suck his cock.”

Rosbael walked out of the dungeon and I crawled behind her all the way to the living room where Oliver was sitting, reading a book.

“Babe, you busy?” Rosabel asked.

“I don’t have to be. What’s up?”

“Adam has something he would like to say to you.”

Rosabel looked down at me and nudged my shoulder as I gulped and quivered. “M-master,” I said. “Can I--uh--please, suck your cock now?”

Both Oliver and Rosabel smiled and then Oliver said, “Come here,” so I crawled towards him and knelt in front of him. My master grabbed my face and then began to sensually stick his fingers in my mouth. “You know what, Adam,” he said. “I’m happy you’re starting to yearn for my cock and I’ve been enjoying this pretty little mouth of yours, but--” Oliver reached his other hand down and then groped my ass. “--there’s something else I’ve been thinking about lately.”

Rosabel walked around the back of the couch and leaned over Oliver’s shoulder. She had a giddy expression on her face as she said, “Oh, Adam. This is so exciting! You’re about to be the luckiest slave in the world!”

I couldn’t quite decipher what was going on but the way Oliver fondled my cheeks and brought his hand closer to my asshole made me think it likely had something to do with anal sex. I began to shiver like a man pulled out of the Arctic waters.

“Aw, Olli, he’s shaking. Is everything okay, Adam?” Rosabel said.

“Y-y-yeah. I-I--no--What’s going on?”

Oliver slapped my ass and said, “What’s going on, slave, is that I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”

“M-master, I-I’ve never been--um…” For some reason I was too embarrassed to swear. “--No one’s ever had sex with me before.”

Oliver gave me an expression of mockery and Rosabel gave me an expression of pity and although they had two different expressions, both countenances seemed ultimately unsurprised. “Master will go easy on you, won’t you Olli?” Rosabel said as she ran her hand up the length of Oliver’s upper body. “You don’t have to be scared.”

“That’s right,” Oliver said as he began to pull me up off the ground by my asscheek. “I want you to go get the lube and then I want you to rub it all over my cock. Then I’m going to have to bend over the arm of the couch and I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes, master. Okay, master,” I said, half in whisper as if anyone else was around who might be eavesdropping on my humiliation. I walked across the cold floor tiles which felt almost numb to me and I opened the kitchen drawer with the lube in it. When I grabbed it and turned around, Oliver was naked, already stroking his fully erect cock, and Rosabel was on the loveseat, petting Wonky who also apparently wanted to watch. The more the merrier, I thought sardonically. Why not invite the class I graduated high school with to come watch as well? My humiliation was already as concentrated as it could be, after all.

I walked back to my master, knelt down in front of him, and squirted some lube into my hands before I began to rub it all over his cock. My hands were shaking so much in that moment that he must have thought I was trying to jerk him off so that he’d cum before he got a chance to be inside of me. Once his cock was glistening, I turned to the couch and leaned over the arm of it so that my elbows and head were resting on the cushion.

I took a deep breath to steady my shivers but it was no use; they continued on. Oliver stood behind me and slapped my ass like I was his steed and let me say, if I truly was his steed, I would have ran far, far away in that moment. But it was too late, Oliver was slapping his hard cock against my cheeks while he dripped lube across my crack. He rubbed it around the hole and then I felt a small appendage enter inside of me. At first I thought I had somehow been misled about the size of Oliver’s penis but then I realized that he had stuck his finger inside of me, perhaps to scope out the area before entry. Then he pulled his finger out and I felt his cock begin to insert. I figured I was due for some rough and painful sex--the kind I had seen in pornography--but much to my surprise, Oliver held to what Rosabel promised. He stuck his cock inside slowly and then leaned over me so that I was hugged beneath his grasp. This was not so bad, I thought. If that was all I had to do, this could quickly become my favourite part of living with my owners. But then it occurred to me that sex involved more than just one insertion followed by silent moments of laying together (unless you are a Mormon, of course). Sex involved many insertions and many out-sertions, for that matter--many in’s and out’s--as many as it took until the man on top had finished. And this is exactly how our fucking played out because Oliver soon began thrusting in and out, out and in, as I moaned softly into the couch cushion.

He did not seem to be trying to fuck me hard or painfully but he was a strong man so some force could not be avoided. Sensually, he thrust inside of me and held my arms down as I involuntarily tried to struggle away. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and the warmth of his chest as he was mounted on top of me and with every deep groan from his lips, I moaned and whined softly. My whines became quieter and quieter as he pushed my face into the couch cushion and it seemed the deeper I was in the couch, the deeper his cock was inside of me. His thrusts became stronger and faster, and his moaning louder and more animalistic. He grabbed the back of my hair and then turned my head so that I could see Rosabel sitting on the loveseat across from me as he fucked me. She was watching us with so much love in her eyes as she ran one hand down her pants and pleasured herself; rubbing her pussy in the ways I only ever dreamed I could take part in.

Gradually, as I watched my beautiful mistress and felt the loving embrace of my beautiful master, the fucking went from a feeling of fear to a feeling of pleasure. I wanted nothing more than for Oliver’s cock to be deeper inside of me and for him to be closer and closer with his warm breath falling down on me. Now, with each thrust, my crotch was being pushed into the side of the couch so that my chastity cage was rubbing against the soft fabric and I felt the cruel sensation of a rising orgasm confined within my cage. I tried to warn my master but he was pushing me so deep into the cushion of the couch that my words couldn’t cut through. I was resigned to my fate then. Rhythmically I let out my muffled moans as my eyes rolled back and I was lost in a reverie. It seemed the pleasure of feeling Oliver’s cock inside of me coupled with the restriction of my chastity cage caused my arousal to soar to unimaginable heights. What I wanted most of all, and what I thought I would soon get, was to feel Oliver’s hot cum dripping out from inside of me. But this pleasure was soon denied and you will now see why.

“Oh, you too look so hot,” Rosabel moaned as she continued to rub herself. “My two special boys fucking each other. Oliver--oh--Oliver, don’t cum. Don’t finish inside of him. Come here and fuck me.”

“I’m coming, babe.” Oliver lifted himself off of me and as he walked towards Rosabel, I looked up at him like a prom date who had been abandoned for a guy with a better car.

“Oh, you poor thing, sweetie,” Rosabel said to me in a husky, breathless tone as Oliver wrapped his arms around her and carefully put his cock inside of her vagina. “You were having fun, I know, but I’m the priority when I’m horny. You know that.”

I stuttered a few syllables out, trying to simultaneously mourn what had just happened and apologize to Rosabel for some unknown reason, and thankfully my incoherent babbling was ignored. Oliver was now engrossed in the act of fucking Rosabel and their eyes were locked together as he breathed softly and she moaned louder and louder. As I watched them, I couldn’t help but continue humping the side of the couch, thrusting back and forth as if Oliver was still behind me, fucking my ass. I moaned into the couch cushion just as my mistress was doing and then I felt a weak pang of pleasure in my cock before my cum dribbled out of me. I was too aroused to be afraid I had broken a rule in that moment and I think that when Rosabel glanced at me briefly as the loveseat creaked beneath her, she was feeling too much pleasure to bother punishing me. Without being told, I got off the couch and knelt down to my measly puddle of cum. With loving eyes I watched my master fuck my mistress like I was watching Zeus fuck Hera as I licked my own filth off of the floor.