Tears were gathering in the corners of your eyes,
threatening to dribble down your cheeks and past
your swollen lips that were currently stuffed with the
cock of one very smug Gojou Satoru. Behind you, the
equally powerful and no less amused Getou Suguru
satiated his curiosity on how many fingers you could
take, working his way into a third when you
whimpered around Satoru's length.
"Everything all right, angel?" Suguru cooed at you
and you dared not answer him, peeling your
lachrymose eyes on a pair of half-mast cerulean
ones. Getou's calloused finger teasingly rubbed tight
circles onto your swollen clit, eliciting another
whimper and gurgling suck from you as you fought
back the urge to release Gojou from the depths of
your warm mouth; aching to scream your
frustrations to the highest heavens.
"Fuck, Suguru," Satoru growled. "Do that again. She
went as tight as a vacuum."
Chuckling throatily, Suguru slipped two fingers
covered with your slick back into your throbbing
hole, repositioning them against the hidden bundle
of nerves that had the power to make your toes curl
from one single press.
The ropes they had custom ordered for you-pink and
made out of the softest jute-braided around your
body like a tight leash, pushing your breasts in a
harness that ended with your wrists clasped and
immobile on the small of your back. Those same fingers in you did not wait for another second to
teasingly put the slightest amount of pressure on
your sweet spot, leaving you whimpering and
undulating your hips in a cheap show of pleasure.
Master Satoru and Master Suguru often got in these
moods when the higher-ups meddled in their affairs.
That was when they would seek you out as a warm
hole to fuck and suck them off, reducing you to a
puddle of arousal and whimpers by the early
morning. For with their stamina and virility, you could
not hope to be done after one measly round.
No. Many rounds were needed to dispel the antsy
energy they carried and you were barely into your
second one.
"Wanna switch?" Satoru rasped and Suguru
contemplated for a second, handsome face twisting
into a smirk before shaking his head.
"Nah. I like the view from here."
Those fingers that curved to graze your swollen
sweet spot over and over again stilled and slipped
out of you with a lewd pop. You almost cried out
when the head of Getou's cock split you open;
Master Suguru took his time, gripping your hips with
a steel grasp around your soft flesh, sinking you
down over his throbbing length inch by agonizing
inch.
Once you were stuffed full on both ends, they started
moving as if in tandem; as if they could read each
other's minds and sensed how best to complement
the other's rhythm. Getou and Gojou worked like a
well-oiled pair. One would thrust in, the other would
thrust out, never leaving your holes unfulfilled for too
long.
"Fuck, she's so tight," Gojou moaned and Suguru
hummed, neither of them paying attention to the
tears slipping down your face.
"You stretched out her cunt earlier?" your dark-
haired master mused and his silver-haired
companion gave him an impish smirk.
"Yeah. Had to get one nut in before that meeting
with Yaga."
"Fuck. I know, right? Damn bastard-hah-always
ruining our p-plans."
They spoke as if you were not there, as if you were
merely a receptacle for their cocks and cum. Rather
than being insulted, the thought of it brought blood
rushing to your ears and your clit throbbed from the
abject neglect.
"Fucking nuisance," Gojou groaned, sinking his
fingers in your hair and squeezing your cheeks hard
so that your tongue poked out, gliding his reddened
tip all over it. "At least we got this little cum bucket as our stress relief, eh, Sugu?"
Suguru grunted in retaliation to your muscles
squeezing down on him. "Fuck-yeah. Best cum
dump, ever?"
As they both got into the zone, they tended to speak
over you instead of at you. This instance did not
change, not even when the positions were flipped
and Gojou was pounding into your cunt while Suguru
prepped your ass.
"How come you always get her pussy?" onyx eyes
appraised cerulean blues with mild distaste. Gojou
huffed a chuckle, arms locked around your bound
body as he pinned you to his sweaty chest, thrusting
deeper into you. "Cause I-ngh-already took her ass
yesterday.
Gojou ignored your soft mewl that was
buried into his neck. "First c-come, first serve."
In a flurry of movement, another cock sank deep into
the forbidden walls, stretching out your anus and
rutting deep in you back-to-back with the other
length impaling your pussy. Both of them groaned,
feeling the other through the thin barrier that
separated those two cocks from ever meeting.
"Shit, you're bumping into me," Getou complained
while the other man huffed a broken laugh.
"Ain't gay if it's a three-way.
Even vou had to croan at Satoru's corniness and he ixed Getou with a glare before moving his attention
to you. "Did I say you could mouth at me, missy?"
Suitably chastised, you shook your head, but Gojou
was not one to be deterred. Between Suguru and
him, he was the stricter one and wouldn't hesitate to
punish you if you did anything out of turn during a
session.
And punish you he did.
Locking one arm around your waist and another
hand around your throat, you felt the burn from the
lack of oxygen, the sloppy and easy-going thrusts
Satoru gifted you turning brutal, almost jolting Getou
who exhaled a laugh and attempted to meet his
partner's enthusiasm. Your thighs and arm sockets
burned from the position and the pain went straight
to your assaulted cunt that could only clamp down in
a frenzied attempt to take two cocks at once.
The stretch was glorious and you could barely think,
tongue lolling out and drool trickling down the
corners of your mouth. Your nipples were all but hard
pebbles grazing against Gojou's sculpted chest.
Taking pity on your hazy expressions and fervid
mewls, Getou slipped one hand between your
bodies, finding your clit and pinching it between his
thumb and forefinger repeatedly.
In the haze of the onslaught of pleasure, you missed
how two pairs of mouths with hungry tongues found ach other, attention caught by a flash of pink in your
eripheral vision before Getou was moaning into
Gojou's mouth. Damn it! You were too slow to catch
the sacred pleasure that was your two masters
kissing. Thighs shaking and flames stoking in your
belly, you were helpless to do anything but take their
powerful strokes until they spilled into you with
groans of satisfaction at how well your body took
them.
Sometimes, they don't even need a reason to take
out their frustrations on you.
It could be as simple as a bored Gojou who arrived
into your shared apartment, calling upon you with his
gregarious, jovial voice.
"Y/N-chan! I'm home!"
You padded into the living room, dressed in nothing
but a see-through silk nightie, your collar strapped
around your neck, the engraved pendant swinging
lightly with every step you took. It was a common
house rule for pets to never put on a stitch of
clothing, but one day when the heater was wonky,
Getou found you shivering and reinstated that you
were allowed some clothes provided that they did
not hinder easy access.
Heavy emphasis on the easy.
"'mere, pet," Gojou said with a bright grin and
removed his blindfold before sitting down on the
luxurious, buttery soft couch. You did as he bided, ixurious, buttery soft couch. You did as he bided,
tanding in front of your master. Before you could
get on your knees to please him, he shook his head,
lifting your nightie's hem to feast his gaze on your
shaven cunt.
"What did our beautiful pet do today?"
Beautiful. You cataloged that show of emotion,
noting that he was in a good mood. And what was
worse than a sadistic Gojou in a bad mood? One who
was in a better temperament.
"I swept the floor, cleaned out the bedroom, d-did
the laundry-" you faltered when he ran one single
finger through your folds, nodding along as if he was
actually listening to you.
"Uh-huh. What else did you do, pumpkin?"
You continued on, fists balled to your sides. "I made
some pasta for dinner, washed my hair, and-o-
oh fuck...
Your gaze was latched on the tip of his pink tongue
as it parted through the honeyed seam of your pussy.
He moaned at your salty-sweet taste and you
faltered, unable to concentrate.
"Been dreaming about this pussy, he sighed before
kissing your clit and working his way up your pelvis,
lifting the hem higher and higher till he reached your
belly and your tits. You squeaked when he tugged
you onto his lap, the thin straps of your nightie
slipping down, your breasts all but threatening to ou onto his lap, the thin straps of your nightie
lipping down, your breasts all but threatening to
spill out. Laying waste to the mock excuse of your
dignity behind the translucent satin material, he
tugged the band down and buried his face in your
tits, moaning with relief when his mouth latched
onto one pert nipple.
"Master," you gasped, and he swatted the back of
your thighs, forcing you to jolt closer. "O-oh, Master
Satoru.?"
He paid no mind to the broken whimper you
released, trailing his spit-slicked lips to your other
breast and tonguing your previously neglected nipple
with the same zeal. You were shifting in his lap, about
to combust from the flames erupting in your womb
from his tongue alone, every graze of the rough
appendage on your tender nipples causing your
pussy to clench.
He noticed your subtle flinching and released your
nipple with a lewd pop. "Getou mentioned you're
almost on your period, hmm?"
You nodded, unable to speak for his nimble and long
fingers were starting to prod and circle your
entrance. Exhaling a sigh, he murmured, "Maybe we
should think about knocking you up so you don't
have to go through that, yeah?" Pressing a soft kiss
to the column of your neck, Satoru chuckled. "Then
you can take our cocks every day until the baby
comes and then after a while, we'll do it all over and omes ana ten atter a wnile, We Il ao It all over ana
ver again. You want that, honey?"
Eagerly, you bobbed your head up and down. It had
always been your dream to start a family with Getou
and Gojou when you first approached them with this
proposition. Back then, both of them had been
dismissive towards your plea, but once they opened
their mind, and once they discovered how much of a
good slut you could be for them.
"I wanna have yours and Master Getou's baby,
Master Satoru," you admitted and was rewarded by
the hitch in his breath.
"Yeah?"
In one swift move, he freed his cock from his pants,
handling you to sink above it and ignoring your
sudden cry of pleasure.
"Then I guess we're just gonna have to make that
happen."
The front door opened an hour later and Getou
walked into the large foyer only to be greeted by the
sound of dulcet moans, low groans, and skin
slapping on skin. Biting down the urge to roll his
eyes, Getou rounded the corner and clasped his gaze
on the sight of his lovely pet and Satoru going at it
like wild animals in heat. Satoru had you bent over
the couch, nipples rasping against the stimulating
surface, your head held up by a fistful of your hair in
his grasp. yes scrunched close and lips parted in bliss, you
parely even noticed your other master, too
cockhungry to care. There were already specks of
cum and juices on the usual pristine marble floors,
and he notes with distaste that they would have to
get you to clean it up later with your eager tongue.
Your silky white nightie was miraculously still intact
and Getou inwardly sighed in relief that they didn't
have to shell out more money to replace your ruined
sets. Who knew providing for a pet and letting her
live in luxury with only the best lingeries, food and
toys could be so expensive?
Getou tutted at that thought and Satoru grunted,
flickering his gaze to his partner.
"Oh, hey, Suguru," he fought back a smirk as he
gazed down at your fucked-out expression. "Edged
her a bit before we got into it-she's barely there."
Suguru removed his Burberry trench coat, hanging it
up on a wooden peg and unbuttoned the sleeves of
his work shirt. It had been a day of running logistics
with the different departments that he was aching
for some dinner and probably a blowjob from you
later.
"I see. Make sure she's coherent enough to actually
serve us food. I'm starving."
"Oh, don't worry, she will be." Before Getou could
chastise him, Satoru relinquished his hold on your
hair onlv to land a stinaina slan on vour cheek
You gasped and like a light that was switched on, came
back to your senses, frenzied gaze landing on your
onyx-haired master whose eyes were dancing with
mirth.
"M-Master Suguru-"
"Tell Sugu what you told me, pet," Satoru coaxed,
and you whimpered, unable to stop yourself from
standing on your tiptoes to take Gojou's cock at an
easier angle. This was the struggle of serving both
men who stood at 6'3-at the end of the day, all you
were left with was a sore and aching body from the
size difference.
"W-what I told you?" The sight of your wide eyes and
innocent pucker of your lips should not have made
Satoru groan in arousal, but it did.
"C'mon, princess. You remember-what we discussed
before I fucked you with my fingers."
Through the unyielding hazy arousal, it all came back
to you with stunning clarity, resulting in flushed
cheeks and averted gazes, even though you had no
right to put on airs as if you had a shred of dignity
left.
"O-oh.... It-told Master Satoru I- I wanted a b-baby."
how you managed to get that out as Satoru was pounding into you was a miracle of itself."
"Y-yours
and Master Satoru's baby."
Getou froze, the weight of your words sinking in. "I
thought you told us to wait, Y/N."
He didn't call you pet, beautiful or any of the
plethora of nicknames that would get you going. For
the first time, Getou was serious and he wanted to
hear your confirmation from the source itself.
You peeled your teary and wide eyes onto him,
bobbing your head once. "I want it, Master Suguru."
Damn. Who was he to deny what his baby pet
wanted? Forgetting his hunger and moodiness from
today, Getou strode over to you, unbuttoning his
shirt and allowing you to ogle at his rock-hard abs
and the outline of his equally harder cock that was
stirring to life.
"You done?" Getou demanded and Satoru rolled his
eyes, pulling out of you with a wet squelch.
"Could've asked nicely," Gojou grumbled, grasping
the base of his flushed cock and running his thumb
over the throbbing head.
"Was gonna go for a fourth
round.
Getou ignored a spike of jealousy at the thought of
your womb flooded with Satoru's early conquest,
mind filled with the images of fucking you dumb until
you were brimming with his seed instead. He gripped
your hips tenderly, tilting your hips up slightly and unbuttoning his pants, before slotting his cock into
your tight heat.
Your mewls for respite were smothered by Getou
pushing your cheek into the plush cushions. For the
fifth time today, you took your master's cock. Where
Satoru was all rough dominance and degrading
words, Getou preferred to take his time. Though he
was no less domineering than his partner, Getou's
mastery manifested itself in subtler actions.
From how he swept your hair aside to grip at the
locks by your nape before tugging it backward until
your back was arching in a salacious bow, Getou was
precise and efficient with breaking down your
defenses until you were moaning his name and
canting your hips. Somewhere behind you, there
were the wet sounds of Gojou tugging on his cock,
his heavy breathing mingling with Getou's and the
airiness of your shaky moans.
"Master Getou," you slurred, shaking your head.
"S'too much."
"Hmm? Satoru wore you out, baby?" Though he
sounded concerned, the brutal slamming of his
pelvis into your slippery cunt was anything but
caring, veering into condescension.
"Hnng-ah!" Your cries are slowly reaching fever
pitch, your body trembling like there was an
earthquake resounding deep in you God damn, baby," Getou groaned.
"Your pussy is
sucking me up so deep and doesn't want to let go."
Behind him, Gojou groaned at his words, and he
sneaked a peek to find his partner getting himself off,
cock a raw shade of red between his shiny fingers.
Fingers that were probably covered with you. That
irrational stab of jealousy overcame him once more
and Getou let the sloppy noises of your sopping
pussy take him under, mind seeing red until the knot
in his lower belly started tightening,
Everything from your soft walls to the feminine curve
of your back and the shine of sweat on your skin was
leaving him pained with want. Your nipples were all
but hardened nubs from every rasp against the
couch's head, pussy lips plush and shiny with the
combination of precum and your juices. You were a
filthy sight and you were all theirs.
With that thought, Getou slammed in you, forcing
you to bow your back as a cry of supplication left
your lips. Sated and sleepy from his release, he pulls
out from you and lets you sag against the couch, all
out of breath and sweaty but still beautiful. There's a
low groan and the sound of viscous liquid splattering
to the ground; Gojou had found his release for the
fourth time today.
Getou chuckled at the languid satisfaction of putting
on a show for him and tugs you up by the arm. "You
alright, pet?"
"Oh, Y/N?"
You paused and turned, waiting for Gojou's next
words. He lazily flickered his gaze towards the puddle
of cum he had left as a souvenir to yours and Getou's
filthy show. "Clean that up and those specks by the
couch too, okay?"
You didn't hesitate to get down to your knees and
crawl over to that pool of your master's gift.
I shuddered as my little asshole widened to let the wide, solid silver plug out. The pain gave way to the sweet relief but empty feeling of an unfilled ass.
"You're gaping nicely, I can see your insides, Babygirl." Daddy sighed contentedly.
I knew what was coming next before the plug appeared in front of my eyes as He held it out. I opened my mouth. Daddy never let anything go in my ass without then going in my mouth. My lips sealed around the stem and I felt the warmth of the silver touch my tongue. My ass had heated it up nicely.
"How does your pretty little ass taste?" Daddy asked. He was in a cute, loving mood, and even though I knew it wouldn't last, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy in my tummy. He pulled the plug out of my mouth to let me answer.
"My ass tastes lovely, Daddy, thank you." I replied, sweetly looking up at Him from my hands and knees.
"Now, Babygirl. We're going out tonight so I'm going to dump a load into that cute little asshole and you're going to hold it in for me all evening."
I loved this game. It made me feel so good to walk around with a fresh cumload inside me.
"Babygirl! Glass! On your hands and knees!" Daddy barked.
Dutifully I crawled to the kitchen and fetched a glass tumbler and returned to Daddy who was undoing his tie. "Present." He ordered. I turned away from him, putting my face on the floor and my ass in the air. Daddy grabbed hold of my balls and twisted them, I bit my lip to stop myself crying out.
"Legs together, bitch." He shouted. I slammed my thighs together, presenting my ass to him for inspection. He gripped the buttplug and yanked it straight out. It hurt so bad but I knew what was about to happen and for a brief moment all my worries and cares flew out of my head. He pressed the cold glass against my legs and I pushed, it didn't take much, my ass was gaping wide. The thick cum he had fucked into me before we left the house came dripping out, gloopy and glorious, it ran down the sides of the glass and settled in the bottom. I felt the familiar sensation of Daddy's spit falling down into my asshole as he dribbled into it.
"Now drink." Daddy said. I got up and kneeled in front of him. He tipped the glass into my waiting and open mouth. This was what it was all about. Receiving the gift of cum from such a strong, amazing man. I opened my throat and the cum slid
