Master, Slave, Master (3)

It's a routine, shackling himself, then left to settle with the mess of unbinding. A comforting routine. He undid his right ankle first, weary with dull breaths accompanying him. Freed his eyes, then undid his left limbs. Sat with his knees close, contemplating life.

Bruises don't form easily on his skin, his wrists were only blemished with a light red. He loved it, all the marks left by his Masters, reminding him that his body was not his own.

He kept the cuffs away on his side table and got off the bed. Stomach and below were so numb, and heavy, that Angel had to drag his legs to walk. He closed the cupboard door his Master had left open and watched his wretched self in the full-length mirror.

Eyes puffy, tears still hanging around the corners. Mouth ceasing to close, spit, cum and whatnot forming a slimy finish around it. Neck still bound by a collar, reminding him of his duties. He removed the leash and limped back to his bed. Took out an empty candy box from his drawer, and put all the tools used today inside.

Warmth dripped past the back of his knees, his thighs must be lapped for him to not even feel when something made its way down from his ass until it reached that low. He clenched, just enough to keep the entrance sealed, it would be terrible of him to waste his Master's piss and cum because of his sloppy ass.

He already messed up, coming without permission, but his Masters make an exception when he can't speak. If that happens, Angel has to hold off on coming for as long as he physically can, if his mouth is still not free, he can come. They had to make this rule since more often than not, they'd plug up his mouth with one thing or another.

It's usually at his place he gets fucked, so whenever Xavi or Ray are to come over, Angel puts a mattress pad over his bed. It's his job to make sure everything is in order for his Masters' to enjoy the stay over at thier slave's home.

He removed the slightly hefty pad, folded it up and kept it near the door, with the candy box on top. Re-made his bed—two soft pillows in the middle, just how Ray likes it set, and since it's cold, he put up a fleece blanket too. Sprayed some flowery scent, then sat by the edge of the bed with his hands on his knees, waiting for his Master.

Ray emerged from the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his head. Another was wrapped around his waist. He walked over to the bed, cleaned his back, neck, chest, and everywhere then handed the towel to Angel before plopping down at the edge of the bed to relax.

While checking the notifications on his phone, he massaged Angel's head with his free hand. Chuckled. "He is definitely not having fun today, look, how much he is complaining."

Angel read the rant in their group chat, and Xavi was not in a good mood.

'Why the hell am I expected to show up in a new suit for an impromptu event? Fuck this system.'

'Where is baby? Send me the vid you got today.'

'Fuck, are you really fucking him right now? He is mine too, bastard!'

'Reply motherfucker! It's so hectic in my shitty house. Let me see my baby.'

'I hate you!'

'Don't forget he's mine too.'

Angel looked up to his Master, his whole heart and soul poured into his gaze. "Can't you please send the video, Master? I already upset him before ... Please..."

"Heh, okay. I'll send it. Do you want to say something to him? I'll record you, go on." Ray captured his puppy's sweet little face, and cum doused body.

"Um .." Angel shied away from the camera until he thought of what to say. "Please don't be annoyed Master .. you can use me anytime you want afterwards .. so .. please have a good day."

Ray smirked. 'Stick your tongue out, puppy' He pressed his thumb down the tongue, recording for Xavi what he had been missing out on. He sent both the videos, scrolled around on his socials, until he got a reply, and chuckled again.

Eager, Angel looked at the phone, hoping to hear from his Master. Ray showed him.

'Look at his eyes. God what did you do to him?'

'Fuck I am seriously hard'

'I have to leave now but don't forget your words'

'Keep him prepped in the closet'

'I am definitely fucking him tonight!'

'But I might not I don't know'

'We might go drinking fam and all'

'Let's see'

Angel was living the words through his fragile heart when Ray held the back of his head and kissed him.

"Isn't he cute, puppy? Let's plug you up, shall we?"

It was impossible to not let anything leak through his ass, Angel could only shift around trying to hold it all in. "L-like this Master?"

"Heh, as much as I like the idea, Xavi would not enjoy a messy fuck. But there is time, I have to do some research work."

For a third year, the workload is a lot more than a first year. Angel couldn't afford to mess up. He quickly washed his hands clean and gave Ray his laptop. Made Ray's favored black coffee, and assembled it with a measured assortment of dry fruits. Took the little tray back to the bedroom, and kneeled by the bed on the side where his Master was already working in nothing but boxers.

A workbook on his right thigh, his other leg propped up, and a calmness settled in his brows. Angel is always mesmerised by how composed Ray is, it makes it worthwhile being his pet. At a disturbance, he slightly frowns, sips his coffee and places it back on the tray Angel was holding, before continuing to write. It makes Angel feel subdued like he belongs nowhere but here.

It's difficult not to feel his face burn while being in such a position—a mere piece of servile furniture in his Master's domineering presence. Even if his knees hurt, and liquids trickle down his back, he can't move around. Creating unnecessary disturbance for his Master while he is working would be a sin. A terrible, terrible sin.

Tired, Ray took a short break from work and relaxed his head back. Gave a slight smirk when he caught sight of Angel's erect and leaking cock.

"Heh, what a good puppy. Keep your back straight for me."

A fire spread through Angel's nerves, around his neck and down his waist. Despite his sore ass, he kept his back upright and fought through the sting at the head of his cock. It was like someone had shaved his skin off down there, but he couldn't even dare to reach any of his busy hands and soothe it. All he could do was tear up again.

When Ray was finally done, all the utensils in Angel's hands were empty, yet most of his holes were full and leaking profusely. Even the eyes. It was quite amusing, Ray wiped a tear off and gave it a taste. "You're free, go empty your bowels and bladder. You can't go at night so prepare well okay? Take your time. Then call me. I'll shower you."

In no world could Angel disobey orders from his Master, so he did as he was told. When he called for Ray, he was fully naked so he was slanting behind the slightly opened door, it was amusing.

"Is there really a need to hide? What part have I not seen?" Ray entered and closed the door behind him. Warm water was already running in the shower, and mist had foamed up the air.

Angel didn't know either, his nerves were all tingly, so he rubbed his arms with his eyes low. "It's different here.. I am not providing you any pleasure. It feels odd."

Ray smirked and held the boy close, a palm rubbing his head. "It's okay. Looking at you is always nice, naked, clothed, it all has its perks. Tell me, did it hurt when you peed? Was there any blood or unusual discharge?"

"No. It did sting, but nothing was different." Angel went with Ray and sat down on a dedicated stool. Ray handled the shower head, and slowly poured water over his shoulders.

"Yeah? That's good. What about your stomach?"

"It was fine, Master. Don't ask me about it, please. I'll speak out if there is a problem there." Angel replied with frowned brows.

Ray chuckled. "Okay, then tell me, do you have complaints about anything else?" He handed the shower to Angel and told him to keep it pointed to the legs, while Ray foamed up his upper body using gentle movements.

"No, Master. You were very good. I loved it." Angel closed his eyes, the warm water was beyond comforting.

"Good boy."

An hour later, when the blow dry stopped whizzing, Angel walked out of the bathroom, fresh, naked and warm. Ray couldn't hold back from capturing the little puppy in his arms.

"Isn't it unfair puppy? It's cold. I wanted a warm body pillow to sleep with." Ray ruffled the flower-scented hair and squeezed the slim waist close.

"M-master Xavi has it more unfair. Please let him have me for the night, you even promised him. And .. you like tying me up.." Angel tried to reason, he didn't like treating any of his Masters differently than the other beyond their preferences.

Enamoured, Ray bit his fluffy cheeks. "Heh, yes I like to but, you know he will not come, right? But you're right, I promised him. Let's get you packed up then, puppy."

He took Angel to the living room, the sliding closet already set up with the tools Ray was planning on using. The inside was tall, with a wooden floor the size of a slim single bed. Ray told Angel to crawl in and once the ass was in clear view, he lubricated it fairly and gave it a few pokes with his finger to ease him open.

From the tools, he picked out a beaded purple vibrator. It had 3 bulbs, each slightly bigger than the other, and starting from the smallest, Ray popped them in the pinched hole. Naturally, it was met with resistance, despite being perfectly wet; Angel just couldn't adjust to it so soon. Ray still pushed the second bead in and watched it disappear into the hungry ass, as pretty moans echoed in the hollow closet.

Oiling his hands again, he stroked Angel's eager little cock to relax his body, just enough to push in the last bead, fully fixing the vibrator up his ass.

"Ugh!" Angel gasped with eroding senses, and shivers travelled down his quivering limbs. He barely got time to adjust, when Ray opened up an app on his phone and turned the vibration up two notches. Angel whined beautifully at it, and Ray couldn't hide the giddiness in his heart.

"Heh, you're so fucking pretty. Turn around and sit up."

Though shivering from his deepest parts, Angel obliged, knees up and ankles joined together, anything Ray wanted.

"Don't cry already, you poor thing." Ray wasn't showing an ounce of pity, all that remained on his lips was amusement. With a black rope he tied the ankles together, then the knees using a separate rope. Now even if his puppy wanted, he couldn't spread his legs apart and ease his ass in any way. Next, Angel's wrists were also bound, his eyes covered, and even his mouth with a ball gag.

A pretty little doll for Ray to admire, able to just feel and cry. Nothing else.

Ray was beyond obsessed. He surrounded the slender neck with his hand and tilted it to a side to eat the feeble skin he wanted. It tasted goddamn pretty, so he bruised up even more spaces, biting from the side up to the adam's apple, until his appetite was satiated, while Angel withered under his touch.

Parting, he made Angel lay down on a side, facing opposite the closet door, and tied the loose ends of the ropes to dedicated hooks on the wall, binding him to that side like a question mark. He didn't want his puppy to toss and turn during the night; staying still lets all sorts of sensations fester in a body.

Before backing away, he gave the vibrator a good stir to make sure it was in place, and gave his puppy's crying cock a final few strokes, reminding him how it won't be stimulated in any way once he leaves.

"All done puppy. Try not to be too excited about Xavi showing up for you." Ray closed on his ear to drawl. "Because you'll be very disappointed."

He gave him a good night kiss and slid the door shut before heading back to the bedroom in a cheery mood. How can he not be? His puppy is all tied up somewhere, not even allowed to cum properly. That's how it should be, puppies should wait in their cage patiently until their Masters decide otherwise.

On the app, he messed around with the settings according to his liking. The vibe had 10 levels of movement throughout. He set it to fade in a loop from 3 to 8 over 30 minutes. With this routine, the battery would survive the night, keeping his puppy all messed up inside out.

Ray closed his phone, and slept peacefully; it would be fun to see how his puppy looked in the morning.