50. Jayden #2
“My Brothers and I…we were told Allesandro—Sandro—is Tennant’s Boy. We have…concerns. Not about his newfound submissive switch side, but about him pretending to be someone he's not. If he wants to get on his knees for Tennant, fine. But he's still my former Master.”
Reaching into my pocket, I pull my phone out and activate the app connected to the plug in his ass, making him yelp at the strong pulse shooting through the toy.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” he says in a voice almost too low to hear.
“I mean no disrespect to Allesandro or Tennant. Ten is my friend, and Allesandro is, well…I don’t know.
Maybe we’ve fucked that relationship up now.
I was his bodyguard when he needed one. My job was to protect him, but I actively participated in an attack against him, and I will live with that guilt. ”
I make a noise of displeasure, but don’t interrupt. There will be time for my thoughts and opinions, but not during a punishment. “Continue,” I order, standing and pulling my cock out of my pants.
I stroke myself, smearing pre-cum over my length as Ignacio goes on to tell Donovan what he said and did.
I take the lubricant from Donovan’s hand and slick myself a little, just so it doesn’t hurt. Then, I set the bottle on top of the cage and line myself up with my Pet’s greedy hole.
“Javi took us to task. He…he said we used our familial connection to Allesandro—Sandro—as a weapon, and he was right. We…we’ve spent these past six months or so healing from our own wounds, and when Sandro tried to do the same, we told him it wasn’t good enough.
We didn’t show him that we’re loyal, or that we still love him. We failed him.”
I enter Donovan, slow and steady, gripping his hips hard. Once I’m fully encased in his ass, I tap my phone, changing the vibrations on the plug, making Ignacio gasp and whimper quietly.
“What do you think about that story, Pet?” I ask, rocking my cock inside him.
Donovan moans. “I…I think he fucked up, but he’s not a bad guy. You wouldn’t let him be around me if he was.”
“You’re right.” I pull out and fuck into him hard for giving the correct answer.
“You need to apologize,” Donovan tells Ignacio on a moan. “But Master will help. He’ll…put you to rights.”
Setting Ignacio’s plug to a random pattern of vibrating at different strengths and speeds, I slap a hand over Donovan’s mouth and go to town on him, fucking him like my life depends on it.
Every thrust inside shoves him against the cage, and his cock is smooshed against the cold bars, right in Ignacio’s face.
“You can stroke yourself, Princess. But don’t you dare come. That ring will get tight, and your cock will pulse. You’ll want to come so fucking badly that you think you’re going to die, but if you disobey, this will look like a fucking trip to Disney World.”
Ignacio does a good job of keeping his moans and whimpers to himself. If I couldn’t hear the slap of skin on skin as he jerks himself over the muted sounds of Donovan’s cries and my hips smacking into his ass, I'd never have known he was there.
I’m mildly sad that the cock cage I specially ordered isn’t ready yet, but you can’t rush perfection, and this is better anyway.
He can stroke himself to the verge of orgasm, and the ring will make the sensation last longer.
It will build more pressure and pleasure, but he won’t tip over.
The restrictive pressure of the ring, plus my orders, will make it so he doesn’t come, and it’s glorious, knowing I have that control.
I can use him, degrade him, force him to watch as I fuck my Pet…and there’s nothing he can do about it.
With that thought, I remove my hand from Donovan’s mouth. “Tell the Princess how good it feels, Pet. Make him understand what he’s missing out on because he chose to tear someone down rather than build them up.”
“Fuck! Master…”
I slow my thrusts, grinding my cock into him, angling his ass so I can be sure to hit his prostate.
“He’s so good, Ignacio… So big and thick… He’ll fill you up so good. Ruin you for any other cock… Fuck!”
I start fucking him hard again. “Let him hear you, Pet.”
Donovan doesn’t hold back, letting all his groans, whimpers, and moans out, and it spurs me on.
I fuck him over and over until my orgasm is right there, my cock pulsing with it.
“You know what to do,” I growl.
“Please, Master. Please, fill me. I need your cum. Please…”
Digging my nails into his flesh, I come inside him, filling him, and still, I don’t stop fucking him. Not until it hurts, and my cum is leaking out of his delectable ass.
Pulling out, I turn him around and drop to my knees, taking his cock into my mouth. Donovan doesn’t last. He comes as soon as I look up at him, meeting his gaze and nodding as much as possible in my position.
I take him down, letting his cum fill my mouth. I pull off him, making him whimper a little, but I stroke his hip as I stand and open the cage door.
Ignacio surges out when I gesture. He stands shakily, letting me support him when I wrap my arms around him.
We’re nearly the same height, though he’s slightly taller than I am, so it’s not an issue to shove my tongue into his mouth, forcing Donovan’s cum down his throat.
Being the good Plaything that he is, he swallows, letting me feed him his Harem Brother’s cum without a grimace or complaint.
I kiss him deeply, showing him my appreciation. “Clean my cock, Princess,” I tell him roughly.
He drops to his knees so fast that it has to hurt, but he doesn’t hesitate to lick me clean.
I clean up Donovan first, then shut off Ignacio’s plug and remove it, wiping his ass a few times with baby wipes to help soothe the lingering burn from the lube.
“Bed, both of you.”
“Doc isn’t going to be happy,” Donovan signs as he takes off his CIs and climbs into bed, setting his phone next to the processors on the nightstand.
“Doc can deal with me,” I reply. My brother’s best friend is an annoying brat, but he knows not to push me in certain areas. My Playthings are one of those.
Donovan and I situate Ignacio between us in the bed, and I gently pet his head. “How do you feel, Princess?”
“Chastised,” he replies softly.
“Good. I’m not cruel, Princess, but I don’t do disrespect, and I don’t allow love to be weaponized. I had that happen to me with my first Plaything, and well, it almost cost me my Pet. I refuse to let you go down that path. Understand?”
He swallows and nods, his dark eyes so soulful. “I…don’t know what happened. I trusted him for so long, loved him even. But…he let me be gutted, he hurt my friend and Boss, and he…he’s not the man he always was.”
“No,” I agree. “He’s working on finding his true self. You said it yourself: your Brothers and you healed on your terms. He is just asking you to give him the room to do the same.”
Ignacio shudders, and Donovan and I both wrap our arms around him. My Pet’s eyes are closed, and I know he has very little residual hearing, so he doesn’t know what we’re discussing, which works. It gives my Princess his privacy, while also offering them both aftercare after the scene.
It’s been a long time since Donovan and I played with another, and I’m glad he trusted me enough to go with it, rather than flat-out say no.
We don’t have many lines, but that will always be one I’m careful of, after what I put him through in the beginning.
We’ll have to do more of a debrief later, but for now, Ignacio is our priority.
“What would you say about possibly talking to someone, Princess?”
His eyebrows furrow. “You…want me to see a therapist?”
I give a half shrug. “I want you to be okay. You’re mine. Your well-being is my responsibility. Which means the guilt you have for failing to support him? The trauma from your fucking ex, and from being gutted… I want you to talk to someone, at least for a little while.”
He shudders. “Can I…think about it?”
I give him a bland stare. “Sure, but if I feel you’re dragging your feet to avoid it, I will take you to Javi by your cock. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I kiss him gently. “You’re mine, Ignacio. The punishment is over with. I think you understand that you fucked up, and you now know how much pleasure I can bring someone… You will apologize to Sandro, and you will never bully or put anyone down for their choices again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I…I know I was wrong. I’m just…I’m confused. Angry. Hurt.”
“And you’re allowed to be, but you’re not allowed to take it out on anyone else. Especially not someone who’s trying his hardest to be what he thinks he needs to be. He has his Daddy, his Boy, and his care team. But he needs you, his family, as well.”
Ignacio whimpers, but he nods. “I’ll do better.”
“I know. It’s okay. I’ve got you now. You’ve been punished. Now, you can move forward.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I smile and kiss him again, harder this time. “Anytime, Princess. It’s my pleasure to put you under me.”
“It’s where I belong,” he whispers.
“Yes, yes it is.”
He kisses me, and I can feel the gratefulness on his lips. It further cements him in my heart—not that he wasn’t already there. This Princess, beautiful, strong, and vulnerable as he is, is mine. Now and forever.