Bad Boy: Part 4

He laid there, exhausted and helpless in the ropes. Another five weeks without being able to cum… he could barely fathom the idea. Another five weeks of rope holding him down, of feeling his skin sticky with their cum but not being able to clean it off. Of being edged so hard he could barely hold himself back from begging them to please, please just let him cum.

The door swung inevitably open. Olivia stepped through. Alone.

“Sarah is busy, so it’s just me today.”

He opened his mouth to ask her why, but she laid her hand over it. “Shhh. Or I’ll make you.”

He glared at her stubbornly and tried to speak through her hand. Sarah was missing a day. Sarah never missed a day.

“Oh, I was going to be nice and give your cock a break, but not if you’re going to have an attitude with me.”

She searched around in Sarah’s toy drawer, one handed, still keeping him quiet with the other. Finally she found what she wanted. She held a dildo up.

“I’m going to undress now. If you so much as open your mouth while I am, I’ll force you to suck this. If you do anything other than moan when I’m riding you, or after, you’ll be sucking this. Understood?” Her tone was calm. In control. And there was a spark in her eye that warned him to be good, or she would enforce the consequences.

He nodded obediently.

“Good boy.”

She straddled his legs, stroked him slowly to hardness. He moaned softly at her hand tight around him, then louder as she licked him hungrily. When she deemed him ready, she lifted herself over him and ran his cock over her pussy lips. Her wetness coated him.

She lowered herself down onto him, groaning as he filled her. Rocked her hips slowly, watching him through her lashes as she played with her clit.

She fucked him harder as she got closer, pussy pulsing around him, using him to hit her g-spot. Her eyes were closed now, her head tipped back as she bounced on him. She untied a hand and ran it up herself to her chest, and guided him to play with her breasts. Her skin was soft but her body was tense as her climax heightened.

He was just a toy to use for her own pleasure. Just an object that wouldn’t protest or complain, no matter how roughly it was used. Because he was going to learn his lesson and submit to being nothing but a fucktoy. Olivia told him all this as she rode him hard, and didn’t stop until she came.

She ignored him and left, leaving him sticky with her juices.

She didn’t put the dildo away.

He felt a kind of relief as he woke up to see Sarah the next morning. And then surprise that he felt such relief. She was jaunty, and that little streak of sadism was still in her eyes. Everything seemed normal, like nothing had happened. She talked to him about how she was going to use him as she undressed. He bit his tongue on the questions – she wouldn’t be as kind as Olivia.

Olivia wandered in as Sarah continued to talk.

“… I hear you were asking questions yesterday?”

He nodded reluctantly.

She looked at him sternly. “You know I’m going to punish you for that, don’t you?”

“But Olivia-”

Olivia silenced him with a look.

“She might have. But I want to make sure the lesson has really sunk in.”

She and Olivia swapped positions. Without saying a word, she wrapped her lips tight around his cock and started to suck.

He groaned.

Sarah held the dildo up so he could see it.

“Because you seem incapable of being quiet, I’m going to make you suck this. And every time I hear you make a noise, it stays in for longer. Understood?”

She made him open his mouth, and then fucked him with it.

As she did, Olivia used her mouth on him until he was so close he couldn’t help but moan. She stopped, grinning, as Sarah fucked him harder. She didn’t stop until he laid there silently, his throat aching and sore. Then she made him eat her out until she came.

The days inevitably became a blur.

At one point he remembered both of his hands being untied so that he could fingerfuck them both simultaneously, as they both stroked his cock.

At another, having a vibrator used on him until he shook with the effort of holding back.

Every night of the final week, they rode him to his very limit, seeming to know exactly when to stop before he would cum.

On the last day however, neither rode him. Sarah stroked his cock, barely touching him, enjoying how he twitched under the mere brush of her fingers.

He shuddered when she began to jerk him off firmly.

“I’m going to count you down, then you can cum. Ready?”

She didn’t bother to look up to see his nod, her eyes fixed on his cock.

“15, 14, 13…9, 8… “ he could barely focus on her words. Everything felt dreamlike. “5, 4, 3, 2… 1.”

He came hard, spurting over himself, Sarah’s hand… and kept going and going. When he finally stopped, she wiped her hand clean on his arm. They untied him and left, leaving him to lie, weak and drained, in his own mess.

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