7. Chapter 7 #3
“Fuuuuckkk,” I groan, pulling at my restraints to get my hands on her, but these things must be infused with steel because they don’t budge, keeping me at her mercy.
When I look down to watch her slowly rise and sink, I notice that my cock is visible through the large hole in the middle of her body. Talk about strange.
But I can’t focus on that because of how fucking good it feels. Master at my side moves to climb onto the table with us.
Before I know it, the most wild shit I could never even conjure up in my brain happens.
Master sticks his whole head inside of Dulcie’s hollowed center and starts sucking my cock as it glides in and out of her puff pastry pussy.
It’s a double pleasure that has my toes curling and my eyes squinting closed.
Every time she drops down onto me, I hit the back of this throat. He never even gags. Do éclairs not have gag reflexes?
I can’t hold off my orgasm much longer, not with a double donut debauchery session. Just when I’m about to blow, Master pops off of my cock and lifts Dulcie off of me as well.
I whine in frustration. I was almost there. “Why? Please, I need it.”
They both laugh at my antics, obviously taking pleasure in tormenting me.
“We have so much more in store for you, mon chéri,” Pierre says.
“Please, I just need to come. Please let me come. I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”
“Ma belle, gag him since he doesn’t know how to obey.”
Dulcie does as she’s told, bringing a large donut hole with fondant straps to my mouth, shoving it in, and securing it around my head.
“What do you think, amoureuse, should we give him what he wants and let him come?” He says it with a gleam of mischief in his eyes, as if the two of them have an inside joke only they understand.
“Oui, mon amour, let’s give this good boy what he so badly wants,” Dulcie replies with a wicked smile on her glazed face.
Before I know it, two warm mouths are on my cock and balls. Both of them lick and suck, moving all around in perfect synchronicity. I moan around the sweet makeshift ball gag and pant heavily through my nose.
These two together are a power dynamic. I’ve never felt a euphoria quite like this before.
“Pweez, fwweeezzz, ffaaackkk.” My pleas come out muffled with the donut hole in my mouth as they both work me in tandem.
Swirling their tongues around my tip and licking all the way down to my perineum, working me like the most juicy lollipop.
When Pierre reaches up to pinch my nipple, I blow on the spot, painting their faces with streams of cum.
When I finally spurt the last bit out, my wound up body slumps, and I feel boneless.
Dulcie and Pierre make a show of licking my cum off of each other’s faces and kissing to swap the ejaculate with their tongues tangling.
I imagine it must taste sweet and salty, adding a bit of pizzazz to their frosty dessert flavors. I have a stupid grin on my face.
Well as much as I can with this thing in my mouth.
When they've cleaned each other up, they turn back to me with sinister grins on their faces. I’m momentarily nervous at what’s in store for me.
Pierre strips his clothes off, revealing an actual cock shaped éclair.
It’s long and very thick, just like the French pastry, complete with chocolate icing on top.
The tip leaks what looks to be thick custard.
It has my mouth watering around this donut hole gag.
“Dulcie, remove his restraints. Notre petit lion will get exactly what he asked for.”
Dulcie moves to obey him, releasing me from my braided donut binds. “On your hands and knees,” Dulcie orders.
“Yeth, Mithwess,” I try to respond around the gag and scramble up into position. Despite just coming, my cock is still rock hard.
Dulcie moves to grab something, and when she brings it into view, my eyes blow wide. It’s a string of donut holes fashioned into anal beads. They look to have a hard coating around them to add to the stiffness. Almost like tanghulu. Holy. Fuck.
She smirks at me. “Are you okay with this, mon chéri?”
I nod my consent. “Yeth, Mithwess.”
“Good, we are about to have a hole lot of fun.”
Pierre moves to my side as Dulcie spits on my asshole and starts fingering it, preparing me to take the donut hole anal beads. In and out she pumps, slowly adding more fingers to stretch me.
It’s a delicious burn. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Pierre grabs my dangling cock and begins stroking it with his soft breaded hand, moving around the tip to gather precum and spread it around to make sure I’m wet enough.
He moves his hand in a twisting motion as he pumps me slowly, all the while, Dulcie is stretching my tight hole with skillful latexed fingers.
When she pulls her three fingers out, I know it’s time. She ever so slowly presses one donut hole into my ass, Pierre never wavering from pumping my cock. When it enters completely, I hiss out a muffled, “Ahhh.” Then, the second one presses against my back entrance.
“Breathe, mon chéri,” Dulcie tells me, and I obey, breathing deeply through my nose as the second donut hole breaches my asshole.
At this point, I’m panting through my nose, never having played with anal beads before, especially not mid-sized donut holes for beads. Sweat trickles down the side of my neck, and Master licks it off.
“Mmmm, you are the salt to our sweet, Leo.” His smooth voice sends shivers through my body. I’m such a whore for his praise.
Before I know it, four donut holes are inside of me, and I whimper at feeling so full.
“Can you take two more, mon petit lion?” Pierre asks.
Writhing and groaning around my ball gag at all the different sensations, I squinch my eyes closed and nod.
One more donut hole pushes into me, and I see stars, my vision spotting a little.
Just as Dulcie inserts the final donut dole bead into my ass, I cum all over the table, moaning and thrusting my hips in Pierre’s hand. My cock is throbbing in pain and pleasure from back to back orgasms.
“Do you want to speak, petit lion?” Pierre asks me, and I nod.
He undoes the ball gag, and I immediately pant for breath.
“Thank you, Master.” His chocolate brown eyes gleam with satisfaction at the use of his title.
“You have done very well for us, but can you take more?”
I pause for a moment to think about it, not wanting to make a snap decision out of impulse. Except, I do want this. I want them and everything they can make me feel.
“Yes, Master. I would like to continue, please.”
The smile that splits his face makes me feel proud of myself, but it is nothing compared to the way this éclair touches me. His hand moves to my cheek, knuckles caressing ever so gently. “Such a beautiful little fuck puppet. Ma belle, we are so proud, are we not?”
Dulcie moves in front of me, a finger trailing down my spine. “So proud. He may not have the confidence he needs yet, but we will get him there.”
I preen under their attention, loving their sweet, dirty words. I already notice a difference in myself, a spark igniting in my chest that wasn’t there before. While most might think of this as degrading or humiliating, it’s giving me a strength I never knew I could possess.
When Master begins to stroke my cock, I hiss from the intense overstimulation.
It makes me feel like I have to pee and come simultaneously.
The dueling sensations are already powerful, but when the click of a vibrator being turned on buzzes behind me, and Dulcie places it on the anal beads that trail deep into my ass, my legs begin to tremble.
It takes my breath away, stunning me.
“Breathe, mon petit lion. Take a breath for me and let it all go.”
I do as he says, inhaling a deep breath, filling my lungs to the brim before slowly exhaling.
“And again,” Dulcie adds.
Some of the fog in my head clears, and though everything is a bit overwhelming, I am able to dial into each sensation, one at a time.
The vibrations are making my prostate contract over and over while Master is stroking my oversensitive cock.
When he places a firm grip around my throat and tilts my head to look at him, I allow myself to get lost in the euphoric experience, letting everything go, just as he demanded.
“I want you to give me another. Paint this table for me so I can have more of your salty release.” He quickens his pace on pumping my cock, causing my to cry out; this is like post orgasmic torture, but it’s a pain I revel in.
Though I’m on the verge of tears, I continue to endure, trying so hard to be their doux lion.
My hips thrust mercilessly, body twitching as the orgasm barrels through me. There is no holding back even if I wanted to.
I can feel myself coming, my cock feeling heavy and balls drained.
When I think there couldn’t possibly be anything left, Dulcie pops one of the anal beads out, then another.
The rush of sensation against my prostate has me dripping over and over in an endless stream of cum, unable to stop until I really think I might pee.
“Okay,” I say, my voice weak and shaking. “Stop, please. I can’t.”
They both freeze, Master looking deep into my eyes.
“Are you sure, Leo? If you are, say your safe word and everything stops,” he says.
I contemplate it for a moment, breathing and recentering myself. It was an intense scene, but I do think I want more. “I…think I wish to continue.”
They both smile at that. “Can you give me one more?” Master asks. “I crave to taste you again.”
My body is on fire, my brain slowly turning to mush, but I nod my head because I want to be good for them. Everything has felt so good so far. I can do one more.
“Use your words, mon doux lion. Can you give us one more?”
“Oui, I need you both. Please make me come.”