Master, Slave, Master (8)

Xavier always locks the storage door, unlike Angel who isn't allowed when he enters alone. The risk of getting caught can never be eliminated, but that just alleviates all senses. Angel can't imagine what his reaction would be if he walked in on someone else in the same situation. The best option would be to bow and leave maybe?

He stood beside the door, stark naked, and slid the door open halfway through, like a ghost in bad horror movies. Ray was alone thankfully, and he locked it behind after entering. "E-evening, Master."

Inevitably, Ray smirked at the state of his puppy—lips glossy with cum, and cock a harsh shade of red. He wrapped his palm over the pitiful thing, and slowly massaged with his fingers, thumb focused on the head. "Did he let you cum, puppy?"

"N-no, Master." Tears on the verge of collapsing, Angel endured the movement, retaliation would only rouse Ray more, and a whining bitch is always worth punishing.

"Do you want to?" Ray hastened the movement, using his palms to rub the whole length.

"Please .." Angel wasn't begging to cum, he was—as he tried not to a second ago, was whining. How could he not, he wanted to cum so badly, yet Ray wouldn't let him, of course, he wouldn't; Xavier isn't one to plan such neat atrocities. The cock ring on him was Ray's doing. And yet, Angel would still be teased, like throwing rocks at a caged animal, purely for sadistic entertainment.

"When will you learn, hm? I asked you something didn't I?" Ray wall slammed Angel on the door behind and stroked his palm over the weeping hot thing, lathering it with its own pre-cum.

Fat droplets of tears ran down Angel's cheeks, he held on his Master's arm with his clean hand, shivering slightly. His whispers were as fearful as his eyes. "I do! I want to cum.. Please! Someone might hear.."

Ray asked with a pair of stern eyes. "And?"

And there was nothing Angel could do about it. He stood silently as Ray stroked his bound cock, and left deep marks on his neck.

Involuntarily, Angel let out a pitiful little scream when the vibrator in his ass started buzzing harshly against his soft insides, fucking his mind up. "M-master, let's go, please. Master Xavi is waiting." He was holding his breath, had he let go, he would gasp loud enough enough to be counted as a shriek.

Ray opened his palm, and calmed himself down for a few seconds, before backing away. As much as he wanted to see Angel prosper at the edge of madness, he had made a deal with Xavier. He walked to the tables, and Xavier was leisurely going through his phone, a pink remote rested in his other hand.

Almost like it belonged to him, Ray took Xavier's phone away to get all the attention himself and kissed him, exploring his naked chest through the unzipped hoodie, roughly, desperately. This should do since he can't use Angel.

"How is it now, huh? Enjoying the show?" Xavier beamed—Ray had a painful dent in his pants.

"Mhm, so fun." Ray strained. "The contraption on his cock is nice. It makes him wince adorably, no?" He praised himself.

"Very much. But you're staying and I'll show you even prettier expressions on him." Xavier chuckled. With a hand on his neck, he pulled Ray in for another leisurely kiss.

All the while Angel stood by teary-eyed, waiting for his Masters to remember his existence, legs clasped together, and teeth ruthlessly tearing apart his lower lip, shivering as his thighs melted away. Envious of the air between his Masters, he called out, why can't he be pleasured too? "M-master .."

Distracted, Xavier snarled. "What?"

"Can .. can I please cum? I can't .." He broke down, unable to endure the constant buzzing heating up his ass from deep inside, "Please! I can't hold it in!"

"Come here," Xavier called and wrapped a hand around his back, running it up and down, though he knew full well how incredibly sensitive Angel was right now. "You will hold it in until I am done fucking you, okay? Be a good boy and endure it till then."

"But .." It was an impossible order. Angel couldn't stop crying to Xavier. "I can't .. please, I want to cum!" He wasn't usually this weak to stimulation, but the vibrations just reminded him of last night, like then, he wasn't able to pleasure himself. It was pressing down at his heart; he wanted to be loved.

Ray climbed up beside Xavi and snatched his trembling puppy by his waist. It took all of him to not turn Angel over and whip his ass right this second for behaving like some feral bitch. He dug his fingers into Angel's sensitive hole, and pressed on the buzzing vibrator, making his skittish puppy slumber pitifully onto his shoulder. "This, makes you wanna cum?"

Ray curved the humming silicone into the soft walls of Angel's flesh, smothering his nerves until Angel couldn't breathe from the senseless assault.

A ruthless thrum pulsed down Angel's thighs, Ray was melting his insides at a pace Angel wasn't meant to handle. He moaned achingly on Ray's shoulder, withering with his tattered remains. "I a-am sorry.. please.."

Ray was amused, he bit the soft bones on Angel's ear and drawled in a haunting tone. "You better fucking be, puppy." He probed his fingers in Angel's lathered hole and toyed carelessly with his most sensitive bits. "What this little body of yours wants, what it needs, and what it fucking deserves, is our damn decision. Hm? If you use that tone on us again, I'll skin your ass."

Angel's being tumbled, he was surrounded on all sides, and not a word dared to make it out of his mouth. Although he trusted Ray and Xavier, Angel was far from completely giving himself over, his anxious heart dreaded the thought. But there wasn't room for him to falter. Just the heavy air around Ray scared the living wits out of him. He wasn't left with a choice, never had one to begin with.

Xavier swiftly got off the table, and placed soft bites across Angel's trembling shoulder blades; it's a wonder how Ray can mess his little heart up with a few words. His hands roamed down to Angel's ass and emptied it of the vibrator with a little yelp from Angel. He grinded against his open hole with no hint of grace and said with a slight urgency. "Climb over, baby. Don't test my patience."

Angel didn't take a second more, all his thoughts died down at the words. He quickly turned around and sat on the table, between Ray's legs. His waist was secured in Ray's sturdy arms.

Immediately, Xavier leaned in to wipe away his tears and tenderly kissed his cheeks. "Good boy. See? You don't think, you just perform. Be a good bitch. And I'll reward you. Now go on, beg. Beg to be fucked."

Angel caught his breath, a warmth enveloping his threatened heart. "P-please .. fuck me, Master.." He held up a knee with an arm under it, hoisting it for an easier entrance. Struggled to do the same for the other; he needed a hand free to hold the table for support.

Pleased, Xavier handled his dangling leg, making Angel fall back into Ray who covered his eyes close. The sudden blindness didn't sit well with Angel for the first few seconds. He twitched about like his heart before settling down and accepting his fate. Independent of him, his toes scrunched open and close, anxiously waiting for something to happen.

He didn't have to for long, Xavier prodded his fingers at the entrance, checking if it was stretched out and lubed enough, before filling it up with something much more relieving than fingers. Angel clenched so nicely around his cock, Xavier almost came. With a palm resting on Angel's thigh, and head high, he just stood close to the table, balls deep inside. "Fuck .. you're so good, baby."

Shocks jolted down Angel's waist, his senses almost eroded by the words, back sunken onto Ray and ass filled to the brim with Xavier's cock, both mercilessly tingling his bound dick. A subtle chill settled in his heart, blind, he was at the complete mercy of his Masters. He dared not to move about and disturb his Masters, waiting patiently until Xavier started warming up the irritated flesh walls with subtle movement, weighing thuds right into him.

Surrendering moans clamoured his ears, those of his own. No thoughts burdened him and his body yearned for more of Xavier. He pulled his knee away, letting Xavier take every inch possible.

God was on his side, his Master thrust into him dearly, generously, and pleasure coursed through his body at each plunge, satiating all his being. Angel could ask for nothing more. Slowly, a high climbed over burning his body from within, until he couldn't feel anything other than the warmth veiling him.

On the verge of collapse, his expression contorted deeply. "I'll cum.. please!"

"Shut up!" Xavier hissed, his body moving roughly against Angel to ease himself of his unbearable addiction; bliss corroded him. With a firm grip on Angel's thigh, he lost himself to the clouds and released everything in Angel's trembling body in harsh, leisurely strokes.

When the gasping died down, Xavier pulled out his cum dripping cock and dropped Angel's limb off his arm. A soft sweater was still carpeting his floor, he picked it up with his toes and wiped his messy crotch with the clean underside.

Ray had already uncovered Angel's eyes, so he sat breathing lightly, witnessing his humiliation with no strength in his body. The ease with which Xavier used his clothes, Angel felt his body foreign.

Why must they be so uncaring? Do they think Angel isn't capable of feeling? God. Angel wanted to curse himself; he was hurt in his heart and it throbbed his dick. This can't possibly be it. Angel got off the table and kneeled, returning where he belonged, his little organs bursting in anticipation.

He got his shirt thrown back along with several orders. "You can remove that. Wait here until I am done for the day, you don't have any more classes, right?

"No .. Master." Angel carefully freed his cock, since he got permission, and hissed as the erect thing got used to breathing freely.

"Good. Clean up, get rid of the smell, and don't even think of pleasing your cock without my permission. Be a good dog and wait, I'll send a text when I am done, then we'll drive home, okay?" Xavier clothed himself, announcing the end of this session, knowing well that Angel still wanted someone to mess him up.

Good puppies should be patient. And bad ones must learn to be.

Angel's dick answered before he did, twitching up, he took a while to pronounce something more than the moans stuck in his throat. "Okay .." Despite the complaint words, Angel had desperate eyes looking up at his Masters.

Ray chuckled as he got off the table. Xavier was devious. "Will you leave my puppy in heat? Come on, let me use him. He looks so eager to serve."

"No, tch, don't spoil him with attention. Let him be alone for a while or he'll forget his place and act up again." With his pants on, Xavier walked back and put his foot on Angel's lap, glancing at his shoes so Angel could get to work.

Ray clicked his tongue in annoyance, and pulled on Angel's hair, tugging his head back. His eyes sterner than his tone. "Why is it that all I hear about you is complaints? Can't you behave well for one fucking day?"

Scared, Angel nearly peed himself, his heart thumped through his body, and uncontrollably, his cock became rock solid. "S-sorry, Master. Please punish m-." He ended in a scream, as his dick was crushed by joggers, pressing down and grating on his skin, burning his entire body alive.

"See? No sense of time, all he has in his head is himself." Xavier kept hold of the boy, and his little thing, both captive of his presence.

But that pain was not why Angel visibly shook; it did when Ray raised his brow, and just as his body had anticipated, a sharp whack blinded him. The left side of his face burned from the heavy impact, and something warm trickled down his thigh as he lost control of his bladder.

"I'll give you a chance to redo this." Ray lightly caressed his cheek. "What do you say, puppy?"

Angel huddled into himself, crying through his words. "T-thankyou, Master .. please .. let me wait here like a good dog until your classes are over.." This should have been said the first time, but Angel didn't keep his Masters' schedule in mind and foolishly thought of only his own pleasure.

"Good boy. Be patient, and reflect on yourself. You have a long way to go." Ray pulled Xavier away. "He peed himself."

"No worries, my baby is good at cleaning up his mess. No?" Xavier ruffled his baby's hair up a bit. "Now be good and wait okay? No clothes and the door will stay unlocked. If someone walks in, hide in that closet with your things, and if you get caught, handle it well for us, okay?"

"Master that ..." Angel couldn't voice the rest, fear had settled in his heart, and he was scrunching his toes with a body slowly heating up.

"Hm? You still have requests, puppy? Do you think you deserve any?" Ray was stern by his tone but giddy in his heart; Angel had started crying again.

He closed his dripping eyes and shook to say no. "I am sorry." Sorrow clutched his tone, he didn't proceed to ask his Masters permission to use the toilet and kept his head bowed until his Masters left the room chattering about something.