“You don’t have to sign it. The choice is yours. But know that if you do, I will own you for the next three months, and I will do anything I wish to you until you achieve sexual release. And I mean anything. Read it carefully. Don’t sign that contract until you have. It goes into full detail as to what to expect.” Bramwell Nereus sat back, took a drink of gin from a glass tumbler and watched her carefully.
Layla Pasiphae read through the contract. Her heart starting racing as she came across the list of permitted acts: whipping, chastity, sensory deprivation. Her mouth went dry at reading lesbian scenarios, group sex, and voyeurism.
“It is fine if you change your mind. You came of your own volition. You may leave at any time prior to entering into contract with me.”
“And after?” she asked, the pages fluttering in her shaking hands.
“After you sign it, you will be mine, and mine alone to do with as I please.”
“But…three months? I could lose my job.”
“I will contact your employer, explain that I need a summer assistant and that I have chosen you to help me. No one would deny me. They wouldn’t dare. I essentially own your company after all.”
“Wait…you’re the silent partner?”
He smiled slyly. “Of course. I own shares in many companies, how else do you think I could afford such a ship?”
The contract, page 37, stated that Bramwell Nereus would indeed call and ensure that the signee would have a job when done serving as his sexual assistant for three months. He was handsome, more so than she had expected. She thought she’d encounter some slavering, neolithic looking asshole redneck, and instead she got a smooth charismatic man that gave her butterflies in her stomach. Dark eyes, black hair, nice tan, decent height.
His eyes locked on hers when she glanced at his face.
“Soon enough, others will be taking in your body with the same hungry look in their eyes that you have for me right now.”
Her heart skipped, she blushed, heat, tightness, followed by a slickening of her sex as she grew wet just thinking about him fucking her, just bending her over the desk and taking her right there.
“I’ll do it. I’ll sign it.”
He smiled, a flash of brilliant white teeth. “Excellent.”
Layla signed, palms sweaty, body trembling. Oh my God, I’m actually doing this. I must be crazy or…really desperate to get off.
She’d been dating men for a few years, and each one ended up a dud in bed. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t make her cum. It was frustrating, to the point where she’d fake it just to not hurt their fragile egos. After all, a man takes pride in giving a woman pleasure…or so she thought.
When her co-worker Pamela joined her for dinner during a conference in Seattle, she confided in her something so outlandish that she had no choice but to believe it.
Pam wasn’t exactly a close friend, but they had bonded over some drinks and when Layla complained about not being able to find a single guy to get her off, and how frustrated she was that she had a better sex relationship with her vibrator than with a flesh and blood man, a glint shone in Pam’s eyes and she pulled her aside and told her about the Pleasure Cruise. Gave her a simple looking black business card with an insignia of a golden horned bull head on one side and a phone number on the back with the name Bramwell Nereus.
“What’s this?” she asked, laughing. “Sex party shit?”
“No. Something MUCH better and far more discreet. It’s a pleasure cruise. You sign a contract and everything. They don’t get you off, you get your money back.”
“Oh…how much does it cost?”
“It depends on the person. I heard that whatever you offer to pay, they’ll take. No exceptions. You got twenty bucks, they’ll take it.”
They both laughed, drunk off their asses.
“Sounds awesome!” Layla said.
“Right? You should totally do it.”
Layla called the next day, visions of handsome steamy men dancing in her head.
When she got to the pier and saw the cruise ship, she couldn’t believe it. It was freaking huge, like a floating city. And she was going to be on there, having fun with random strangers? Fuck. Yes.
Layla finished signing the contract and handed it to Bramwell. He looked it over casually and then filed it away, along with the check she wrote for $2,000, locked in the cabinet with all the secret files of customers he’s taken on over…how long? Layla didn’t know. To be honest, she really didn’t want to ask either. She was too scared to. She still couldn’t believe that she was here, and that she just gave the man permission to do whatever he wanted to her body, to get her off.
This, this was the ultimate taboo for her. Random sex with strangers. And kinky shit…oh how she always wanted to do kinky stuff but never had the courage to ask her various boyfriends to do it to her. Here, she didn’t even have to ask. It would all be taken care of.
Bramwell turned to her, the expression on his face completely different. She frowned, confused, a little scared. “Now. Strip.”
She sat there staring. Unable to move. He walked up to her, gripped her chin roughly. “I own you now. So…take off your fucking clothes slut.” His face an voice cold and dark. “If you don’t, I’ll let my Dog remove them, and he tends to bite when he gets too excited.”
“Dog?” she asked, her voice trembling. Oh shit. Don’t tell me he’s into bestiality. I don’t remember that being on the list of permissible sex acts.
Bramwell pressed a buzzer on his desk phone. “Come in now, Dog.”
The door opened slowly, quietly on well oiled hinges.
A tower of muscle, a man wearing a dog collar and a tight Speedo shorts and nothing else walked in. Hie head was shaved, it looked like his entire body was missing hair, save the eyebrows, which were sandy blonde and stood out on his bronze tanned skin. He had to be at least 6’4’ maybe taller. Bramwell was a few inches shorter than him, but his presence in the room was far bigger than that of the “dog” that stood before him.
He didn’t look at her, or Bramwell. His gaze remained on the floor, at the rich man’s well-shined shoes.
“You rang Master?” he has a pleasant, velvet voice that made a shiver run up her spine.
“This one needs breaking in, Dog.”
“I understand, Master.”
“Take her in for cleaning and conditioning. See to her breaking in, personally.”
Dog smiled, it was a sadistic, gleeful smile that made Layla’s heart sink. “It will be my pleasure, Master.”
“Good. Take her, go. I don’t want to see her until she’s been properly trained.”
He nodded again. “As you wish, Master.”
Bramwell raised his shoe. “Lick.”
Dog got on all fours, crawled across the room to him, eyes still on the floor, and eagerly licked Bramwell’s well-shined black dress shoe. He made pleasured grunts and slobbering sounds.
Layla recoiled, disgusted. He liked that?
“Good boy,” he said and petted Dog on the head. “Stand and present.”
A hint of a smile played on the dog’s lips and he stood and dropped his tight Speedo bikini to his ankles and stepped out of them.
Such a smooth, perfect ass, Layla thought.
He really was hairless all over, except for the eyebrows. She saw that now. Had confirmed visual proof, and wondered why she found that so hot to look at.
Bramwell took a key from the necklace he wore under his shirt and unlocked something. Layla looked around his back to see him removed a steel cage from the man’s cock, which immediately rose up, growing plump and hard.
He was huge! As wide as three or four of her fingers. She never saw such an impressive girth before. And the color, dark tan, exotic. So pretty.
Bramwell leaned forward, put a gentle hand on the man’s neck and whispered something to him. The man looked over at her and smiled viciously.
“Of course Master, it will be done.”
“Good. If you succeed, you will get one night in the Master Bedroom.” Dog looked surprised, but kept his glance on the floor.
“Thank you Master. It would be an honor to be fucked by you again.”
Bramwell chuckled, pleased with himself.
“Go on now. Don’t fail me, or you will be demoted even further, Dog.”
The man bowed.
“Put on your Speedo and take her to her cage.”
“Yes sir.” The words weren’t the right ones, she saw Bramwell’s face darken and he smacked Dog across the face hard, leaving a red imprint. The man staggered back, fell to his knees and quickly pressed his forehead to the floor.
Layla watched, frowning, unsure what to do, if anything. She decided it would be best to stay silent and watch, instead of getting involved.
“What did I say? What did I do?” Dog asked, sounding heartbroken.
“You call no one sir here! It’s master or mistress!”
“I’m sorry, forgive me. Forgive me,” the larger man sobbed.
What have I gotten myself into? Layla wondered. Is it too late to revoke the contract?
Bramwell crouched by the man he called Dog and yanked on his collar, choking him.
“You are nothing but my bitch. Understand, Dog?”
“Yes Master.”
“Say it,” the man shook. Layla couldn’t tell if it was in fear or excitement, or both.
“I am nothing but your bitch.”
“Good boy,” he let go of the collar and walked to the closet and opened it with another key.
What was with this man and his keys? Her eyes widened when she saw him take out a studded paddle and a black thick butt plug with a tail attached.
“Looks like you’ll be wearing this again,” Bramwell said, dropping it near the dog’s face.
“Lube it up, put it in. Now.”
“Yes Master.”
Layla watched as the man did exactly that, while remaining on all fours. He was so hard…this excited him.
“Present, bitch,” Bramwell said, and Dog raised his ass up, legs spread wide, fluffy black tail hanging down to cover his balls.
“Fifteen today. Thirty the next time you misspeak.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”
Bramwell smiled slyly at Layla and gently tapped the man’s butt with the paddle. “Watch, and learn. Disobeying me will be painful. Understand, slave?”
Layla’s heart raced. She licked her lips. “Yes…Master.”
“Good. Good. Now, let me finish correcting this bitch’s bad behavior.”
He raised the paddle, metal studs facing the man’s behind and then hit him so hard, he gasped in pain and bit his lower lip. Tiny beads of blood raised on the red welts the paddle left behind. Dog balled his fists, legs shaking.
“One.”
Dog closed his eyes, braced for the other fourteen to follow. Bramwell struck over and over. Slowly. Methodically, making a heart shaped pattern on his ass cheeks with the paddle as he hit the man hard enough to make tears roll down his cheeks. He was trying not to scream or cry out. The strong, muscular stud, quaking under his Master’s attentions.
“Three more left,” Bramwell said, and toed the man’s cock with his shoe. Dog was still hard, a bead of pre-cum on the tip.
Layla was shocked. She thought he’d go limp for sure, but this man he…enjoyed the pain?
“Look at me bitch.” Dog winced and slowly looked up in dread, face going white when he looked into Bramwell’s now cold eyes.
Layla was soaking wet, squirming in her seat as Bramwell leaned down and kissed the man on the lips. She was getting worked up. She couldn’t remember the last time she wanted sex so badly.
“Don’t spare her an inch. Be as cruel to her, as I am to you.”
“Yes Master,” he gasped.
Bramwell pinched and twisted one of the man’s nipples, hard. He hissed in a breath, his thick cock jumped. Layla couldn’t help but stare at it. She wanted to feel it pounding into her, could imagine being so filled up by the thick, bulging shaft. She bit her lower lip. Bramwell stood up abruptly.
“Present,” he said, voice hard and cold. The man once again put his head to the floor, ass up, legs parted. Layla knew that soon, she would be told to do the same thing. Maybe this was a lesson for her, more than it was a punishment for the man he called Dog.
Bramwell wound up a swing and smacked the man so hard that his head bumped against the floor from the force of the blow. He cried out, shaking, struggling to stay in position.
“Two more.”
“Thank you Master,” he gasped.
Bramwell smiled, close lipped, cruel and hit him again. Dog cried out louder and dropped to the floor, curling up, whimpering and covering his ass.
“Get. Up.”
“I…can’t.”
“Get up!” Bramwell fainted a kick and Dog flinched and struggled back up to his hands and knees. Sweat dripped down his bald head and muscled chest. Blood ran in tiny streams down his buttocks. His ass dotted like a strawberry with welts and broken spots of skin.
“One more. You’re almost done,” Bramwell said, running a hand gently down the shaking man’s back.
“Thank you Master.”
Without flourish, or warning, Bramwell hit him again, harder than before. The man screamed as he hit him over and over and over until he fell, shaking, curled into a ball on the floor and crying.
“You didn’t think that I’d let you please yourself with the woman, without your ass all black and blue, did you?”
“No, Master.”
“Good. Get up.”
He struggled to his feet. Bramwell made no move to help him up. He waited, patiently, hands behind his back.
“Thank you, Master.”
Bramwell held the man’s chin just as he had held Layla’s not moment’s ago.
“Don’t disappoint me again, or I’ll put the shock collar back on.”
“Yes, Master.”
Bramwell kissed him, deeply, passionately, Layla was surprised to see him shove his tongue in the man’s mouth and French kiss him. The man’s face relaxed, and he made a pleased sound. Dog’s hands moved towards Bramwell’s belt-line and he smacked them away.
“No.”
“Please.”
“Not until you earn it, bitch.”
Dog hung his head.
Bramwell stepped close, held the back of his neck again, pressed their heads together. His Dog closed his eyes, kept them slightly shut.
“Think of me, while breaking her in. Take your anger out on her flesh, and your desire out on her pussy.”
“Yes Master. Thank you, Master.”
He kissed him chastely on the lips and stepped back. Dog stood there, eyes closed, as if he was relishing the moment of feeling his Master’s hands on his skin, his lips pressed against his own.
“Strip her, and giver her a collar.”
“Yes Master.”
A collar? Me? Layla thought. She trembled, excited, scared, more turned on than she had ever been in her life. She shied away from Dog when he walked over, naked, save for the collar and butt plug tail. Sweat tinted blood dripped down his legs, his hard cock wagging slightly from his awkward gait.
His ass has to be incredibly sore now.
She couldn’t help but stare at his huge, throbbing cock, so hard and begging for release. The same way her dripping wet pussy was pulsing now.
He grabbed her and roughly tore off her clothes, ripping them to shreds. She cried out, the force of it surprised her. He was so strong and yet he let Bramwell do that do him?
Dog yanked off her bra, her plump breasts bouncing from the force and then pulled her lacy panties up and up and up, digging them into her soaked pussy and ass until they snapped apart and pulled away.
He put the fabric to his face and smelled deeply, sighing before tossing them to the floor.
He grabbed her arms and steered her to the closet and opened the doors wide.
“Pick one, slut,” he said and shoved her forward.
She stood there, staring. So many different colors and fabrics. There was even choke chain collars and shock collars. She wasn’t ready for that though. No way.
A bright pink one with diamonds stood out to her, the gems sparkling in the display light. They were real diamonds, she could tell by the sheen of them. Slowly, she reached up and grabbed it.
“This one.”
Bramwell made a sound of approval. “It suits you well, slave.”
“Thank you…Master,” she said eyes on the floor. She wasn’t sure if she should look at his face or not, so she decided that the best course of action would be to mimic Dog’s behavior.
“You’re a fast learner. I think you’ll fit in here nicely, Diamond.”
Layla frowned. “Is that my name now?”
“For the next three months, yes. After, you can choose to keep it, use your given name, or pick another if you decide to stay here, like my dog has.”
“I…see. Thank you Master.”
“My pleasure my dear. Welcome to the Star of Inanna, the world’s only Pleasure Cruise. This is your home now. As it is mine. Soon you will grow to love your brothers and sisters here, and lose yourself to the ecstasy of it all.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Dog, clean out her pussy.”
“With pleasure, Master.”
Layla looked from Bramwell to Dog, alarmed, and yet, excited at his words. Would that man even be able to hold himself up, after such an ass pounding? What did he mean by clean her out?
“Thank you Master,” Dog said and got on his knees in front of her. He gripped her legs and applied pressure until she spread them. “Stand still, and stay standing, no matter what,” he hissed at her and she nodded.
Bramwell walked behind her, gently took her arms and pulled them behind her back and handcuffed them together. Then he slid a blindfold over her eyes and licked her ear, slowly. She shivered, goosebumps raced up her arms.
She could feel Dog’s breath on her thighs and he moved forward slightly.
“He is going to lick you out until you are spotless.”
“Oh…” Layla’s heart raced. This was it. This is what she was looking for. Total loss of control.
“Oh what?”
Her mind raced, what did he want to hear? “Oh…I see. Thank you, Master.”
“You are very welcome,” he whispered in her ear and she shivered again. “You kept staring at his fat cock. You couldn’t stop doing it, could you?”
“No, Master. It…looks so delicious.”
He chuckled. “It is. You will taste it soon enough my dear Diamond.”
She whimpered in reply, Bramwell brushed the backs of his hands across her rib cage, barely touching the underside of her breasts. She was quivering. Her pussy was dripping wet.
Dog started licking up her right thigh and she shuddered and sighed.
“Hmmm…she likes your tongue. Wonderful.”
“Yes, she does, Master,” he replied. She felt his fingertips trace the outside of her pussy lips and her hips moved towards him involuntarily.
“You certainly have cast a spell on her. She might very be the best slave you’ve broken in yet.”
“We shall see Master. We shall see.”
Bramwell played with her nipples, flicking his fingers over their tips, lightly tugging, and twisting as Dog kissed her pussy lips. She cried out, eager for a good fuck.
“Very nice,” Bramwell said and stepped away from her. She could hear him step around and stand by his Dog.
“Master?” he asked.
“Yes Dog?”
He whimpered. She wanted to see what Bramwell was doing to him, very badly.
“Master, please, take off the blindfold. I want to watch,” she said.
He yanked the blindfold off her head. “Satisfied?”
“Yes, thank you Master.”
“You may continue, Dog.”
Dog grabbed her ass and shoved his face into her pussy. She gasped as he started lapping hungrily at it, in slow long strokes. Bramwell knelt down next to Dog and started jerking him off, and he looked bored, as if he was milking a cow.
Dog moaned and whimpered at his touch, which made her dripping wet. His chin was covered in her juices she could feel it as he moved his face and shoved his tongue into her pussy.
Layla moaned loudly as he wriggled his tongue inside of her and started darting it in and out.
“Oh fuck!” she cried, trying desperately to stay standing as he licked her out. He held her up when her knees buckled, for which she was grateful, she didn’t want to know what would happen if she fell on her ass while he pleasured her. Bramwell was unpredictable.
Suddenly, and without warning, Bramwell dropped Dog’s cock and pulled out the tail butt plug. Dog looked back, confused, unsure of what was going to happen.
“You two are getting along so well, I thought it would be nice for you to get more acquainted.”
“Yes Master,” he said, not looking too happy about it.
“Put her on the floor, on all fours, like you are now, and mount her.”
Dog roughly shoved her down and Layla fell with an “oof” sound. He grabbed her arms and forced her to turn around, then lifted her up by the shoulders until she was on her hands and knees.
“Stay,” Dog said and she nodded.
Bramwell brought over some lube and squirted out a generous portion on his hands and reached down and rubbed it over Dog’s huge cock. He grunted in pleasure and leaned his face against her back as Bramwell jerked him off.
Layla’s heart was pounding. She wanted him to fuck her so badly, but she had to be patient, that much she understood.
“Fuck her pussy. Stir it up. It’s clean now, right?”
“Yes Master.”
Bramwell smacked his ass and he moved forward, pressed his legs against hers and she could feel his cock slide up her ass crack and then down it.
“I’ll help you,” Bramwell said, his voice like red velvet and he grabbed Dog’s cock and shoved the tip into her sopping wet pussy, then shoved his hips forward.
Layla cried out, eyes wide. It was so huge! No one had ever filled her up so much before.
“Oh fuck!” she said and Bramwell smacked Dog’s ass.
“Go on. Ride her. Fill her up with your cum.”
He didn’t have to say another word. Dog just started fucking hard. Layla moaned loudly, her tits bouncing from the force of each thrust. He easily hit her cervix with his tip, and she was almost afraid that it would push right through into her womb if he tried hard enough.
She was so wet, she could hear the sounds her sex was making as his giant cock stirred her up. She had never been so excited in her life. Then, she saw Bramwell slowly undressing and placing his suit and tie over his chair, then unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a nicely toned muscular body. Nowhere near as large or bulging as Dog’s, but still yummy to look at. Unlike Dog, he still had chest hair and leg hair. She watched as he took off his pants, and then stepped out of his boxers, his hard cock swung up to stand against his stomach. She licked her lips. His was normal sized, but there was something about the pink color that made her hungry for it.
Dog bit her shoulder and she squealed and bucked back against him, “Fuck me harder!” she cried.
Dog grunted, grabbed her hips and started pounding her as hard as he could. She could feel it rising, deep in her, that thing that eluded her for so long. If he kept it up, she was going to cum.
“You like my stud, do you?” Bramwell asked, stepping towards her. She stared at his bare-feet and nodded.
“Yes! Yes I do! He’s amazing.”
“I know,” Bramwell said and leaned down and kissed her. She let him slip his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it, completely given into the role she now played. He patted her head. “You want to suck me off, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
He raised an eyebrow and looked over her at Dog. “You don’t approve. I should let her do it, just to spite you.”
“As you wish, Master,” Dog said, annoyed and slammed his thick cock into her hard. Hard enough to make her gasp out air from the motion.
“Diamond here told me that she has yet to meet a man that can make her cum just by fucking her. Hands off so to speak. Do you think you are up to the challenge?”
“Of course,” Dog said and slowed down his pace. He started teasing her, slowly pressing the head of his thick cock into her pussy and pulling out before he fully penetrated her. Layla shuddered and moaned, and started writhing.
“Please. Please!” she begged.
“Please what?” Dog asked.
“Fuck me!”
“As you wish, slave,” he said and began pumping into her at a regular pace.
Bramwell grabbed the lube, squeezed out some more and rubbed it over his hard cock before walking away from Layla’s view.
“I won’t give you the pleasure of tasting me. Not yet,” he said.
Dog hissed in a breath. She could see them reflected on the cabinet glass. Bramwell was kneeling behind Dog, running his hands over his sore ass.
“Such a pretty color of red,” he murmured. “I should paddle your ass more often. You would like that, wouldn’t you Dog?”
“Yes, Master,” he said and Layla gasped as she felt his cock get harder inside her. It lifted up, as though it jumped from the thought of Bramwell paddling his ass again.
“I changed my mind. I am going to fuck you now. You will still get a night in the Master Bedroom if you succeed in breaking her in, however. That has not been revoked.”
“Thank you Master!” Dog said, excited. He sounded…happy.
Bramwell kissed the back of his neck, licked down his back. Dog slowed down his pumping into her and she watched their reflection as Bramwell held onto his cock and stroked it a few times, before inserting it into Dog’s ass.
Dog cried out suddenly, leaned against her back and shoved her flat onto the floor from his weight as Bramwell started fucking him.
“Oh Fuck! Master! Thank you!” he gasped.
“You are very welcome, Dog,” Bramwell said and smacked his tender ass. He hissed in a breath and bucked his ass back into his hand.
The force of Bramwell’s thrusts pushed his massive cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her juices were sliding down her legs. She had never been more excited than she was right then.
“Get up Dog, let the woman breathe.”
“Yes Master.”
Dog got back on all fours, letting Layla push herself back up into the doggy style position.
“Diamond, you want to know why I call him Dog?”
Layla gasped. “I guess.”
“I call him that because he loves being fucked doggy style. Don’t you Dog?” he asked and started fucking him hard and fast. Dog moaned loudly, and started moving in time with his thrusts, fucking Layla with the same intensity.
Her eyes widened and she gasped for air, so close… so close.
“You are going to cum, aren’t you?” Dog asked, gasping and moaning as he was fucking her and being fucked at the same time.
“Yes! Yes. So close!”
“Good,” he said and licked up her back. She shuddered, bucked back against him and he grunted. “Faster,” he muttered and Bramwell grabbed his shoulders, made him arch his back and fucked him so hard, all he could do was ride it out.
“Oh, shit!” Layla screamed. She could feel every time Bramwell thrusted into Dog’s ass, it shoved his cock deeply into her. And he was fucking her with such force, it made her mind go blank. Suddenly, she felt it, that lovely explosion of warmth as her pussy tightened and she came.
She screamed in pleasure, bucked against Dog as her pussy throbbed pleasantly, sending tingles throughout her body.
As soon as she finished cumming, Dog pulled out and stood on all fours beside her. Bramwell put more lube on his fingers and shoved them into Dog’s ass and he moaned.
“I want you to cum on her face, and lick it off.”
“Yes, Master,” Dog gasped.
“Good boy,” Bramwell said and led Dog over to his couch. He sat on it, and patted his lap. Dog climbed up, straddled him and then turned around to face Layla. “Come here Diamond, kneel in front of him.”
Layla crawled over and knelt there, pussy juices dripping down her thighs, a pleasant throbbing still lingered there.
Dog squatted, his feet on the couch as he lowered his ass down onto Bramwell’s cock. She watched, eager to see more. Pleasure, pure delight showed on Dog’s face as he rode Bramwell’s cock. They both grunted and moaned as they fucked.
Bramwell let him ride him for a bit, before he had him sit back and grabbed his legs behind the knees, pulling them up so that Layla could get a perfect view of his cock pumping into Dog’s eager ass.
Layla started rubbing her clit and played with a breast as she watched. Bramwell looked over Dog’s shoulder at her and smiled. She blushed, but kept doing it.
Bramwell licked Dog’s neck and playfully bit it. He hissed and bucked his ass against him. It sounded like he was getting close to cumming. His breath fast and shallow.
“Dog, do you want me to cum in you?”
“Yes! Please Master! Cum in me!”
“As you wish,” he said and fucked him harder. Dog moaned and came, hard. It spurted out in little jets and hit Layla on the face and tits. He came so much, she was a little surprised. He must’ve been holding it in for quite a while.
Bramwell waited until he finished cumming before he rolled Dog off of him and onto his back on the couch.
“Present, Dog,” he said and Dog eagerly lifted his legs and spread the wide, holding them up at an angle so Bramwell could press them down and back, pinning him in place as he shoved his cock in deep. Dog moaned as Bramwell fucked him, he glanced over at Layla, who was licking his cum off her fingers and smiled.
She looked away and blushed.
Bramwell pounded into his ass, grunting in pleasure. “I’m going to fill your ass up with cum,” he said and Dog nodded and whimpered.
Bramwell dropped his legs and fucked him missionary style, increasing his pace as he grew closer and closer to climaxing. Dog moaned, loudly, unashamed of the sound of his voice as Bramwell came in him, and moaned and gasped in pleasure.
He lay there on top of Dog for a moment before pulling out and sitting beside him.
“Clean us off Dog.”
“Yes Master,” Dog said, panting and washed them both down with his tongue.
“Did you like it?” Bramwell asked Layla.
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”
He chuckled, cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her chastely.
“Good., I’m glad. Go with Dog now. He will train you. When you are ready, I shall see you again. Understand?”
“Yes Master.”
“Excellent. You may take her to her cage now Dog.”
Dog nodded and clipped a leash onto her collar and led her out of the room. He pulled her forward into the hallway and then through an open door to a private stairwell.
“Your cage is down here, with mine. You won’t be put in with the others for a few weeks.”
“Oh…OK.”
He smacked her ass and she jumped. He laughed. “You’re going to be a lot of fun.”
“Thank you…um…do you want me to call you Dog as well?”
“That’s my name here. So yes. Dog is fine.”
Layla let Dog lead her to her cage, where her entire world would change to one of pain and pleasure, of frustration and sweet, sweet release. She doubted she would ever be the same again.
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