The men led me into what used to be a large, marble-floored, open concept basement that had been turned into a series of rooms with different themes; strip clubs, office spaces, bedrooms with different setups, rooms that were creepily designed to look like a run-down abandoned places, a movie theatre, and fake glory-holes. It made my head spin to see all the different fantasy areas, but for whatever reason, Jon and Patrick led me straight into an office themed room. I rolled my eyes as they shut the door, Patrick caught my indiscretion and shoved me to the floor as Jon went and fussed with the large, leather back chair.
The short, dense gray carpet scratched at my knees but I bit my tongue and sat back on my heels just as Patrick came to stand in front of me and worked his zipper down. He stared at me with dark, hungry eyes, his mouth curved into a slight smile as he watched me pop one of the snap buttons down the centre of my dress open.
“Open your mouth,” he growled.
His cock bobbed in front of me and I reached for it instantly, wrapping my fingers lightly around his thick length and slowly working the skin back over the glistening head. It hadn’t been that long since I got to spend time on my knees for my Master, but seeing, and feeling, how my fingers didn’t reach all the way around his girth, sensing his pulse against my palm, and running my tongue up along his scrotum up to the leaking tip all felt totally new again. Though maybe I was just nostalgic about being in an office space the moment he returned.
I resolved not to pay attention at all to Jon and whatever he was doing to the chair, instead taking Patrick’s cock into my mouth with slow determination. I pulled him in deep and traced swirling patterns across the defined ridge with the tip of my tongue, letting my eyes fall shut and moaning quietly as I tasted the warm saltiness of his precum. I sucked hard on the head while my hand pumped the rest of his shaft and the other lightly massaged his balls.
I hummed happily and settled into my position, knowing full well that he wouldn’t want to finish yet and I could take my time pleasing him. After a moment his hands cradled the back of my head and suddenly he moved forward, throwing me off balance since my shoulders were now almost between his legs. I couldn’t move away and my eyes flew open while he forced more of his cock down my throat, making my eyes water and jaw ache as it was stretched. Master was staring down at me with a sneer and started fucking my mouth, out of fear of falling and just the uncomfortableness of the position, I grabbed the back of his corded thighs and raked my nails over the satiny material of his dress pants.
“Unless you want to just fuck her throat right there, you need to get her off the floor,” Jon said dryly.
Patrick forced me down on his shaft and I fought the burning urge in my throat to gag, my face itched from his pubic hair and my eyes watered uncontrollably before he finally released me and I fell back on the floor, coughing and sputtering.
I went to push myself up but was held down by someone’s foot on my back. I took the hint and followed Patrick’s black leather shoes to the swivel chair, my hair hanging down so low it almost touched the ugly carpet. My palms and knees burned as we made our way across the room that now seemed a lot larger without the use of my feet. Eventually, they both pulled me up into a standing position and I kept my head bowed slightly, avoiding eye contact as Daddy ripped the front of my dress open, the snaps flying apart at his touch.
I glanced up, my eyes widened and I froze, becoming near immovable as I took in the sight of the Hitachi wand secured up through the seat of the chair, the wrist braces on the armrests and a spreader bar laying on the desk. What did I do wrong? Panic surged through me that couldn’t be helped, I’d had the wand used on me enough times that I knew it was considered a punishment toy.
“Dove,” Jon said, reaching out to run his hand through my hair. “Are you alright?”
I glanced from the chair to Daddy and back again as I pressed harder against Master, my heart was caught in my throat as I tried to figure out what I had done wrong. “What did I do?” I managed finally, my voice merely a whisper.
Patrick’s hands squeezed my upper arms firmly. “Nothing, kitten, we want to make you feel good. No punishments today.”
“None,” Jon agreed, offering me a dazzling smile. “We won’t let it go on too long, either.”
“But we need you to bend over the desk before we strap you in.”
I turned to Patrick in confusion but they both just guided me to lay across the desk. I laid my palms flat and tried to control my breathing as I felt long, slick fingers glide across my rear entrance. One of them pushed a cool metal plug into my mouth, it was certainly larger than we normally used but still fit comfortably in my mouth.
“Don’t want a cold toy, do you?” Patrick asked with a chuckle.
I rolled my eyes, not that they could see. After a minute or so of adjusting to what I assumed was Patrick’s fingers working my ass open, he pulled the toy out of my mouth and replaced his fingers with it. I cringed at the fullness and fought to keep myself relaxed, knowing that it would be easier, even enjoyable if I relaxed as much as possible. They stood me up and I swayed lightly as I tried to brace myself and adjust to the foreign object.
I blinked a few times and took a deep, steadying breath before feeling the tension in my muscles dissolve. After a moment I let them strap me in, the wand sat perfectly on my clit, and the spreader bar was seated just above my knees - barring me from closing my legs even a fraction. They leaned it back so I wasn’t seated upright but my feet were still flat on the floor. My breathing became erratic as I watched the two of them bustle around me; Daddy secured my nipple clamps while Master pulled my hair back into a ponytail. Why do I suddenly need a ponytail? Please don’t let them both give me a facial. I so didn’t want to walk around like that.
I yelped in shock as the rubber-coated alligator clips dug into my sensitive flesh, they both snickered while continuing fussing over me. Daddy tweaked the clamps a bit, my breasts ached – a hot, throbbing pain that seemed to bloom with my heartbeat. Master tightened my wrist holds until I couldn’t move my arms at all, I squirmed uncomfortably but more so just to bother him, I didn’t want the wand used as a punishment, but I didn’t want the night to end too quickly.
I gazed up at him as he leaned over me, without warning, Daddy flipped the switch on the wand as Master held me for a deep kiss. I arched off the chair gave a small cry against his lips as the vibrations shot through me. He pulled away sooner than I wanted and I shivered as I hurtled toward my finish, my nails digging into my palm all the while. Daddy grabbed me by the ponytail and forced me to turn my head, I was at perfect crotch level now and he immediately shoved his cock into my waiting mouth with a long moan.
“Suck harder,” he growled, forcing more of himself into my tight throat.
I whimpered around him and tried to focus on his cock but struggled as I came, my toes curling and my muscles cramped. Jon took the opportunity to push into my throat and I gagged uncontrollably. Patrick jerked the chain of my nipple clamps, making me temporarily forget the cock in my mouth while tears streamed down my cheeks toward my ears and hair.
“Good girl,” Jon cooed. “Keep sucking now, baby.”
I hummed around him and managed to open my eyes as I shivered and jerked uncontrollably, I could see Patrick jerking himself off quickly and it made my heart rate more erratic as I got even more turned on.
“Let me use her,” Patrick growled, pulling at my cheek so I could suck him off instead.
Daddy huffed and pulled out, letting the other man take over, I didn’t care, I just caressed Master’s cock with my tongue and hummed happily at mixed sensations. Daddy jerked at the chain as he stroked himself off, I was too far gone to feel pain, instead caught on a constant rising wave of pleasure that didn’t seem to end.
“Oh fuck,” Patrick groaned. “I’m gonna come, kitten, but don’t swallow it yet.”
He pulled out and I stuck my tongue out, opening my mouth wide as I stared up at him, tremors kept rocking through me and my thighs quivered uncontrollably as I came again. Master’s sudden loud moaning caught my attention and I closed my eyes just as rope after rope of his hot, thick come sprayed my tongue, chin, and even chest. His hand clutched at my throat as he rubbed the head over my lips. I was good and didn’t swallow, though the copious fluid in my mouth was making breathing difficult, thankfully Daddy wasn’t far behind.
He threw back his head and cried out animalistically as he grabbed my cheek and came straight into my mouth, making sure every drop hit the target. I arched my back and moaned as I climbed higher, ice shooting through the veins of my fiery-hot skin. They both urged me to look at them as I came again, it was a struggle to open my eyes as I shook and my toes curled, but I managed to briefly glance between the two just as they told me to swallow. I complied instantly, shivering at the texture and mixed flavours, before showing them my now empty mouth in return.
A minute later I was almost ready to wail and use my safeword when the wand mercifully turned off. My chest heaved with every laboured breath and I sagged against the now slick leather of the chair, it was hot and wet with my sweat and the seat soaked with my juices. I felt one of them kiss my forehead before they both set to letting me up, slowly unlocking each binding while taking the time to stroke and kiss every inch of my exposed skin. I giggled and shifted as my outer thigh was tickled by scruff and lips trailed upwards in light, fleeting kisses.
“I feel very spoiled,” I mumbled happily, gazing up at the swirly ceiling.
“A spoiled brat maybe,” Jon replied with a pointed glance.
“She was good tonight at least,” Patrick said, chuckling.
I huffed and looked away as he started loosening the clamps on my nipples, icy jolts shot through my breasts painfully. Slowly he pulled me up and I stumbled in my heels, my legs felt like jello. “Master,” I declared sleepily, my voice wavering and thick as I threw myself against his broad chest. I didn’t care that I had his come on me, and I don’t think he did either as he leaned down to bury his face in the crook of my neck.
“Kitten, I missed you so much,” he mumbled against me, his lips tickling me with his words.
Jon’s hand touched my lower back and that was all the warning I had before he kissed the other side of my throat and threaded his fingers through my free hand. I started to cry, completely giving in to my desperate need to be cared about, cared for, and holding the both of them to me.
“I love you,” I whispered. I didn’t know if I was saying it to one of them or both of them but it didn’t matter, Jon was quiet but Patrick whispered back in my ear that he loved me to.
I knew Patrick and I had a long way to go, there were issues we might never recover from, but Jon and I were in the same boat now that I knew what he had kept from me. All I could hope for was that neither would hate me for not having the balls to really choose.