Kindly Abused | 18+

Chp. 11 A Game

I apologize for the different formatting, my computer isn't working so I publishes this from my phone. I only downloaded the watt pad app today so I don't really know how it works lol.

TW's- forced sexual acts (not rape), violence

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*Jeremiah*

The metal door of the cage creaked as the man closed and locked it. A foreboding sound that made me dread this game.

Collin looked at me, an unrecognizable emotion in his eyes. He started to crawl across the small padded floor causing me to back up against the bars. He looked almost guilty. But mostly he just didn't want to be beat.
I could for sure say the same for me.

Soon he was close enough to lean next to my ear, essentially straddling me, and whispered in his thick accent,

"I'm sorry little one," before dropping his head to my crotch.

He blew softly on my limp dick making me shudder before he started to ever so slightly lick up and down the sides. I wanted to close my eyes and pretend to be anywhere but in this cage. But I knew I couldn't lose.

He closed his eyes as he took me into his mouth. 'This will be difficult' I thought to myself. I've always had a thing for head.
I shook that thought away, regaining my confidence and ability to move. In a swift motion I pushed Collin away and then jumped on his. Now straddling his waist I held his wrists to the floor above his head. I really hoped he was a wimp cause he could've easily over powered me.

Now how the fuck am I going to make this large Russian man cum?

It can't be that much different than a woman. But honestly i didn't know if I was good at that. My experience was mostly related to some random flings near the end of high school and the odd hook up every once and awhile in the past year. I don't know if any of them came? Several said they did but how would I know if they were just trying to make me feel secure.
Whatever. I would have to make it work.

It was my turn to lower my head now, but only to Collins stomach. The thought of sucking another person off after the last experience did not sound appealing.

I kissed at his stomach and up his chest. He whimpered quietly as I moved up. I moved over to his nipple licking around the area. He arched his back drawing in a sharp breath. Now we're getting somewhere. I continued to tease him as he became putty.

He had to be insanely sensitive, I was no where good enough to get this reaction.

As the thought came into my head I heard a voice, "He may have been trained to be sensitive, but even more so trained to hold himself. You'll need to do better than that." The man watching from the chair seemed to be deeply enjoying this. His hand absentmindedly inching towards his own bulge.

Collin took my distraction as an opportunity. He slipped out from underneath me. Turning to hold me down against the floor. He grasped my hands in just one of his, the other softly grabbing my chin pulling it towards him.
His lips smashed against mine. He moved rhythmically licking and nipping my bottom lip.

I made the mistake of loosening my lips and his tongue darted inside. He explored my mouth.

I was suddenly distracted from his lips to my own groin and he started to grind against me.
There was no way this way fair. He was a gosh damn sex slave of course he's be much better at this than me. Although as I though that I remembered that I too was now a sex slave.
I shrunk down at that thought. But it did help to cool down the heat that had started down below.

*Him*

Fuck. I wanted to join in so bad. I still want my angel's first time to be special and romantic, but we could share Collin...

No. Get your mind back to the game at hand. And that was Collin grinding against Jeremiah while devouring his mouth.

The smaller man was whimpering without realizing it, grinding up to meet Collins pelvis. If I didn't know the situation I'd think they were long lost lovers. Collin sure knew how to make anyone feel good.

*Jeremiah*

As he kissed me forcefully but gently, collins hand moved up my side and to my chest. His touch so soft it almost didn't feel real. He rested his hand on my pecs making moan even more. His thumb caressed around my nipple getting closer each time but never touching it.
God I was pathetic- laying on the floor hands held above my head and essentially thrusting up towards the man making me feel so good.

It wasn't like it was with the man currently sitting outside the cage watching. They both seemed to want to make me feel good, but Collin treated me as a person. Someone he wasn't just using. Even though I know he was doing it only make me cum so he wouldn't be punished. It still felt real.

I moaned loudly as his thumb finally brushed over my fully hard nippled. The lack of touch before only making me more sensitive and needy. He ground harder. I could only think about how badly I wanted him.

I was truly hot and bothered and kept picturing last night. This was a thousand times better though, yes he held my wrists, but I could still move. I wasn't tied up. 

I almost felt close to cumming. I was over stimulated from his hand toying with my nipple and his tongue massaging my mouth. But under stimulated with only him grinding into me.

Fuck.

He was was so fucking good.

*Collin*

I felt good. Being in control was amazing. The boy beneath me was beautiful, and the sounds he made were amazing.

I couldn't help but pull away, a string of saliva connecting us and his head trying to follow with mine.

"H-how old a-are you?" God I hated how I stumbled over my words. Lovya hated it too, even though I could speak fine enough before she bought me.

I would chalk my speech up to English not being my native language. But I had been speaking English since I became a slave several years ago.

The boy panted. I knew he heard me but just had to catch his breath.

"About to turn 21," he replied quietly.
I had stopped grinding against him before I spoke, but now I just looked at him in shock. He was older than me?
He swallowed, then opened his mouth to speak again.

"How old are you..." his eyes were sincere.
"19" I simply responded.

I was suddenly pulled out of the moment by a loud crash.

The boy and I both whipped out heads around to see Master X throw the chair he was previously in.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit-

Mistress would be furious when she found out I angered him.

I jumped off the boy and quickly backed against the bars furthest from Master X. His eyes were full of complete fury. I was sure he wanted to kill me in that moment, or that he might actually do it.

"I SAID TO MAKE EACH OTHER CUM. NOT TO FUCKING FALL IN LOVE YOU FUCKING SLUT!" He seethed at me. He stomped to the cage throwing it open and reaching for my wrist. I knew I could have gotten away, but I also knew better than that.

He yanked me out and threw me to the floor his eyes darkened he nearly whispered to me, "I. Will. Not. Have a dirty whore like you get that close to my toy."

I violently shook, fear coursing through my veins.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sor*hic*ry s-s-sir- I-I" i couldn't even finish my pathetic pleas through the tears pouring out of my eyes.

Masters and Mistresses have a baseline. They have their normal mood, they can be happy, and they can be sad. Within this baseline they are predictable.

But masters and mistresses, when a slave or pet has fucked up so royally, can go outside of this baseline.

I'd Known Master X for nearly two years.
I'd never seen this look in his eyes.

I didn't know how to fix it, how to make him calm down, I didn't even really know what I did this time. But I knew it was bad- and I knew I was in for the punishment of a life time.

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