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Rich is put in his place. Tied up and made to watch his girlfriend get fucked.

“And why are we going to their place for dinner,” Rich asked. “We could have just met them out for dinner somewhere.” He looked over to his beautiful girlfriend, Lizzy, who was also his submissive. She was looking stunning this evening. Her long blonde hair was let down. She spent time making the waves fall perfectly around her face. She wore a linen dress of a light pink. The hem line was short showing much of her leg while the sleeves covered her tattooed arms. Her legs were bare, leading down to the same colored pumps that made her dress. She was all dolled up for date night. Her painted lips and nails were a deeper shade of pink.

“Why are we going to their place for dinner?” Rich asked, glancing over at Lizzy. “We could’ve just met them at a restaurant.”

Lizzy looked radiant in the fading light. Her blonde waves framed her face perfectly, her light pink linen dress brushing mid-thigh, showing off a long stretch of bare leg. Matching pumps and deep pink lips completed the look.

“Because,” she said lightly, “he wants to meet you. There’s a position open at his company—one you’d be great for. We could really use the extra money, babe.”

“Always about the money,” Rich muttered, tugging at his faded jeans. “You know I had that interview last week. The guy said he liked me.”

Lizzy leaned closer, her hand resting gently on his chest. “I know, Sir. But it’s another warehouse job. You’re too smart for that. You should be running those places, not stacking boxes.”

“It’ll happen,” Rich said after a pause. “Soon. I just need the right shot.”

The GPS chimed. “You’ve arrived.” Rich turned his truck between two stone pillars topped with lights. The driveway climbed gently toward an impressive mansion.

“Holy hell, this place is huge,” he murmured.

Lizzy smiled. “Maybe your shot’s right inside. Jo’s new Dom is loaded—and a total sweetheart. He told me about the opening last time I was here.”

They parked near the front entrance. Rich took Lizzy’s hand as they walked up to the massive oak door. When he pressed the bell, a deep, echoing gong sounded through the night.

“Well,” he joked, “I think the neighbors know we’re here.”

Moments later, the door swung open. Jo stood there, stunning as always—long fiery curls, pale freckled skin, black heels bringing her nearly level with Lizzy. Her black dress clung tightly to her curves before flaring at the hips.

“Lizzy!” Jo squealed, pulling her into a hug. “I’m so glad you could come.” She turned to Rich with a bright smile. “And you must be Rich. Please, come in—Lord Jonathan’s waiting in the study.”

They followed Jo through a grand foyer: double-height ceilings, a sweeping staircase, chandeliers, and large paintings lit by soft sconces. The click of their heels on marble echoed through the hall.

At the end of the corridor, Jo stopped before a pair of tall doors. “Here we are.” Her dark red nails gleamed as she turned the brass knobs. “Lord Jonathan, your guests have arrived.”

The man who rose from the red leather chair was massive—easily six inches taller than Rich, with shoulders twice as broad. Dressed head to toe in black except for a charcoal vest, his dark skin gleamed in the study’s warm light. His presence filled the room. He walked in front of the wall of built-ins. Books, sculptures and more lined the shelves. In the center danced the flames of the gas fireplace. As her rounded the furniture, a chess board could be seen resting in the center of the middle of the coffee table.

“Thank you, Josephine,” he said. His deep voice resonated through the space. Turning to Lizzy, he took her hand and kissed it lightly. “Elizabeth. Wonderful to see you again.”

Rich watched, uneasy, as Lizzy smiled at the gesture.

“And you must be Richard,” Lord Jonathan continued, extending his hand.

“Just Rich,” he answered, gripping firmly—but Lord Jonathan’s handshake was unyielding, his strength obvious.

“It’s a pleasure,” Lord Jonathan said evenly, then released him. “Ladies, why don’t you two find something to get into while I have a chat with our guest?”

“Yes, Lord Jonathan,” Jo replied quickly, taking Lizzy’s hand as the two disappeared down the hall, their voices and laughter fading.

Lord Jonathan gestured to the sofa. “Please, sit. Bourbon?”

Rich moved around the couch and shook his head. “Got any beer? Not really a bourbon guy. I think it tastes like crap”

A small shake of the man’s head was the only way someone would know that he was annoyed. “Of course. I keep a few in the mini-fridge.” He grabbed a bottle and popped the top. He brought the bottle and his own glass of bourbon over to Rich. “Here you go,’ he said, handing the beer to his guest. Before he sat he moved a coaster to Rich.

Lord Jonathan then sat back down in the same chair as when his guest came in. “So Richard, Elizabeth told me that you are in between jobs.” Before he could continue he was cut off.

“Yeah man, It sucks but I think I may have something lined up. Spoke to a guy last week about an opening.” Rich took a long pull from his beer.

Lord Jonathan sat waiting until the younger man finished. A calm facade along his face. He waited until the younger man finished. “Well, that is a tough situation. I’m glad to hear you may have an opportunity there.” The powerful man paused for a moment before continuing. “Did Elizabeth tell you that I have an opening in my company?”

“That she did. I thought tonight was a meet and greet. To get to know each other.” As he finished he leaned back and crossed his legs as the room was his.

“Well Richard, how do you think it is going so far,” Lord Jonathan said in a calm, easy voice.

“I think I’m nailing it,” he responded. “Just having a nice simple conversation with the boss man.” He smiled at the man sitting across the room.

The room went quiet except for the faint crackle of the fire, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Lord Jonathan sat confidently in the leather armchair, legs crossed, hands resting on the armrests, his gaze steady and commanding. He reached for his glass and took a slow sip of the amber liquor. Richard lounges on the sofa, leaning back but attentive, eyes fixed on the man across from him, waiting.

When the wait became uncomfortable, Richard looked away. Finding the chess board in front of him. Looking at the pieces, he tried to figure out what they were made of. The white ones appeared to be marble where the black was an ebony stone. He noticed that two of the black pawns were just off to the side.

Lord Jonathan took a slow breath, a small smirk curling his lips. "You know, Richard, I’ve been thinking. You’ve always been eager to challenge me, to prove you're in control. But sometimes, the strongest man is the one who knows when to submit."

Richard’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise. "What are you saying?"

“Since the moment you walked in my home you have been pushing at the boundaries I have set. You know as a dominant these are placed for a reason. So my subs understand what their limits are.” Richard went to cut in but Lord Jonathan held up a finger. This made the guess stop his defense. “You failed to greet me by my proper name, you belittle my drink of choice, you sit there as this is your home, you cut me off and you failed to use the FUCKING coasters on a table you would not be able to afford in five years working in a warehouse.”

Richard leaned forward and moved the bottle onto the coaster set out in front of him. He leaned back into the sofa, this time sitting properly.

“You see,” Lord Jonathan continued, his voice lowering back to a calm tone. “I hate to have to use that voice. Only when I find I’m being disrespected. And you Richard have been pushing that limit. There are many different types of dominance. You for instance would have man handled the person disrespecting you. As for me it was only one word that put you in your place. I’m not the one who tells a submissive to obey me. They obey me because they see the control I hold over them. Where you make it physical, I make it mental.”

Lord Jonathan paused to take another drink of his bourbon. Giving Richard just enough time to answer back, but as no surprise his guest remained silent.

“You see Richard, I know the type when I see it. One full of needing control. Thinking if you give once an ounce away you are weak. Less of a man.” Lord Jonathan paused again. This time leaning forward a bit in his chair. Letting his gaze lock onto Richard. Staring at the man who was so disrespectful.

Richard started to feel very uncomfortable. The words his host was hitting so close to home. He could not take his eyes off the two pieces placed just off the board.

“But that is not true, Richard. To know those limits is the worth of a real man. For a proper Dom to know that he is in the presence of his better is nothing to get upset about. One should embrace that feeling. Give into it.”

Lord Jonathan raised from this chair and circled behind the now confused man. Richard could feel his presence standing over him. His mind raced. To run, to stay it didn’t know. He was unsure what to do. What he wanted.

“You know,” Lord Jonathan began, voice calm yet commanding, “I’ve been thinking about how much control you really crave, Richard. I can see it all over your body language. It’s almost like you want me to take charge.”

That set Richard off. He moved to push off the sofa and get the hell out of there, but Lord Jonathan‘s strong hands gripped his shoulders and pushed him back down. Still holding him in place, Lord Jonathan leaned down and almost whispered to Richard. “Don’t fight what you know you need. You need the job in my company. You need my guiding hand. You need to feel protected. You need to feel soft and gentle. You need the feeling of letting go. Even if it is just for one person. You need to feel that pleasure of submitting. Giving yourself. Turning off that side that needs to make all the decisions, but that is the dominant side. You need to be controlled for even a bit. Give in. Let yourself be.”

Richard’s eyes flicked up, a hint of challenge lingering in his gaze. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I can handle myself pretty well.”

Lord Jonathan chuckled softly. “That’s the thing — I see through that. You’re eager to submit, to let go of the reins. And honestly, I think you want me to guide you.”

Richard’s cheeks flushed slightly, but he held Jonathan's gaze. “And what if I do?”

Lord Jonathan leaned forward, voice low but firm. "Tonight, I want you to surrender. Just for a little while. Trust me."

Richard hesitated, then relaxed his posture, nodding slowly. “Alright,” he said softly.

Lord Jonathan’s expression softened as he gestured for Richard to come closer. "Good. For now, just listen, and follow my lead." He reached out, gently taking Richard’s hand, guiding him in a subtle, yet undeniable demonstration of control. Having him stand and rounding the sofa to stand in front of him. Without warning, Lord Jonathan's large black hand shot up to Richard’s neck. Grabbing it tightly and pushing the smaller man the two feet to the wall.

“There will be no talking back. Understand,” the larger man question? His frame towering over the shorter man. Making the well built Richard look small.

“Yes Lord Jonathan,” Richard’s voice came out shaken. Never has he been manhandled like this before.

“Good. You will do what I say when I say. If you have a question about a command you may ask, otherwise you are not to speak unless asked a question. Understand?”

“Yes Lord Jonathan,” was Richard’s weak answer.

“Good,” Lord Jonathan said. “In my presence yourself and Ms. Elizabeth are on the same level. You will not have any say over her. She will be my submissive like yourself. Understand?”

“Yes Lord Jonathan.”

“Good. Glad you understand the rules.” Lord Jonathan removed his hand from around Richard’s neck and stepped back. “It looks like you are happy about this situation.” His head nodded to the growing bulge in his pants. Richard moved his hands down to cover himself. “Don’t be embarrassed. It is natural. Your body is reacting.”

“Thank you for understanding Lord Jonathan.”

Lord Jonathan tilted his head at Richard. He quickly understood that he messed up and lowered his head. “The rules are new and I will let that one slide. We will go see what trouble the ladies have gotten into. You will strip and leave your folded clothes on the blank table by the door and then meet me in the hallway. I will be waiting.” Lord Jonathan turned and walked away. Closing the doors as he left.

Richard’s heart was pounding in his chest. What has he gotten into? Did Lizzy know about this? He would need to discuss this with her, he thought as he peaked his jeans off his legs. His clothes were removed and folded in less than a minute. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so excited. His cock was showing just how much. Not fully hard but definitely exciting.

He walked bare foot to the door and placed his clothes on the table and his shoes on the floor. His shaking hand opened the right side of the double doors. Lord Jonathan turned to look at him. “Hmm, I would not have thought you were so ripped. You take care of yourself. I like that.”

He turned to walk down the hallway. Richard fell in behind him. “Good job following my instructions. Even placing your shoes on the floor instead of my table. Well done.”

Richard felt pride in that decision. His mind was racing so fast that it was not even a conscious thought.

“For the rest of the evening you will follow my instructions like we spoke about a few moments ago. You can stop at any point. Just say Red and we will stop. I will not make you do anything you do not feel comfortable doing. So speak up if it passes your limit.” Lord Jonathan took turn after turn. Richard followed closely behind taking in the words.

It was not long before they came to a door. One that they could hear moaning leaking out from under the door. “Looks like we found the ladies,” Lord Jonathan said as he turned to Richard. With a smile he opened the door.

The solid wood door swung open without a sound. Come to think about it, Richard didn’t hear any other sounds in the house but the soft patter of their feet on the floor. No squeaking floor boards. No banging of HVAC units. No clicking of clocks. Nothing as they traveled to this room.

As the door opened his ears picked up the screaming of the ladies. From nothing, no noise to howling that would make a voice hoarse. Lord Jonathan entered the room and stopped in the door frame. Richard waited where he stopped but was curious to see what was happening.

“Well, well,” came the booming voice of Lord Jonathan. “What do we have here?” The moaning and screaming stopped. “It looks like Josephine is showing you her hospitality. Huh, Elizabeth?”

“Lord Jonathan,” came his girlfriend's voice.

“It is fine Elizabeth,” he said as he entered the room fully. “I was expecting nothing less from that sex kitten,” his head nodded to the naked form of Josephine. “I hope she worked you up because I’m ready myself to try you.”

“But, but where is Rich? Is this ok with him,” Elizabeth said with a nervous voice.

“More than ok. Isn’t that right Richard?”

“Yes Lord Jonathan. That is correct,” he said, still out of view from the scene in the room.

“Would you like to watch as I fuck your girlfriend?”

“Yes Lord Jonathan. I would enjoy that.” His voice became lower at each word.

“Then come join us. Come let the ladies see you.” Richard stepped forward and turned into the room. Over Lord Jonathan’s shoulder, he saw the two women naked on a bed. Their legs intertwined. “Come stand by me here,” he pointed just to his left.

“Rich, what is going on,” Elizabeth called out in surprise. “I thought you were talking about a job.”

“Richard here is in his interview stage. Part of the position is to be submissive to me and anyone else I tell him to be to. You know all about that Ms. Elizabeth. You showed that last time you were here. If Richard passes his test this evening, I will be hiring both of you for open spots.”

Elizabeth’s mouth just hung open as she stared at her naked boyfriend, her naked Dom. “What is going on? Is he being submissive,” she finally got out.

“Oh sweetie,” Josephine purred as she moved next to her and held her in her arms. “Richard her maybe a good Dom for you but Lord Jonathan needs two submissives, a couple. So I told him about you guys. He want to meet you first and once you past it is Richard’s turn.”

“But why?”

“Cause you two are the sexiest couple I know. Lord Jonathan would have nothing less.”

“I do have standards. Richard, go sit in that chair,” Lord Jonathan ordered as he pointed to the low wide chair in the corner. “Josephine, you may help Richard get more comfortable.” She moved to untwine herself from her friend and slid off the bed. As she did this Richard walked to the chair and sat and Lord Jonathan stepped from the opening to the bed.

“Ms. Elizabeth, please come here,” his voice gave off a tone, one she could not say no to. As she crawled to him, he continued to speak,” you will undress me and then get me ready to use you.” There was no hesitation as she started to remove his vest.

Richard sat down in the chair as he was commanded to. Josephine made her way over to him. “Richard you are about to be brought into a world that you would not believe existed. Do not fuck this up for my friend.”

She kneeled in front of Richard. His first thought was she was going to suck him off but he found out how quickly he was wrong. Her hands grabbed his right wrist first. She dug out a cuff from between the arm of the chair and cushion he sat in and fastened it around his wrist. “Lord Jonathan wants you bound as he uses her.” Her hands did the same to his left. “He finds it helps with the humiliation. Don’t worry he will take good care of her.”

Richard looked from the gorgeous Josephine inches away to his girlfriend. She was unbuckling his pants now. His thick muscular chest and arms have been exposed for her to eye. She pulled at his pants and the pants dropped to the floor.

“This is my favorite part,” Josephine whispered to him as she looked over her shoulder at the scene being played out by the bed.

Elizabeth pulled Lord Jonathan’s underwear down and a thick black pants snake fell free. Her face was shocked at the size of his barely hard cock. She looked like she wanted to touch it but was afraid.

“You may touch it, he said in his deep commanding voice.

“Did you see her face,” Josephine questioned? “They all have that reaction. Even a slut like me,” she said. The words entered his ears but it was his sight that his body was focused on. Watching his girlfriend take another man’s cock in her hand. He could not take his eyes away. He needed to watch. When her mouth opened, he was drawn into her white skin taking his midnight colored cock. He could not help his own mouth to open in shock.

“You see how he controls the room. Controls her, controls you. It’s the kind of respect you earn by being smarter, stronger, more aware. Not just louder. You can take notes.”

A pause. The man on the chair shifted but said nothing, intrigued despite himself.

“I’ve watched how you run your household,” she said as she climbed onto the arm of the chair, voice low. “And frankly, it’s lacking. Your girlfriend, my sweet and sexy friend, doesn't really follow you; she tolerates you. She enjoys that big dick of yours, but sometimes you lack the controls she needs.

The man on the chair's jaw tightened.

“That’s why he's going to take her,” the man in the chair said plainly. “Not with force, but with unwavering dominance. You will watch because you will know who truly leads.”

The air grew heavy as Richard finally spoke, voice quieter but edged with challenge. “And you think he better than me? More dominant?”

“I know he is. Just look where he is and where you are,” came her calm, unyielding response. “Because dominance starts in the mind and the heart. You can sit comfortably now, but soon, you’ll understand what real submission looks like.”

The room fell into a charged silence, the shifting balance undeniable. The only sound was his girlfriend slurping on Lord Jonathan’s growing manhood. Lord Jonathan claimed victory before a word was lost, his dominance undisputed.

Josephine draped her lithe, naked body across the wide armrest of the modern chair, her full breasts pressing against the silky fabric as she inched closer to Richard. Her skin glistened under the dim light, nipples hardening from the thrill of the moment, her shaved pussy lips peeking out as she shifted her hips teasingly. Richard sat bound to the seat, his wrists cuffed to the armrest, forcing him to watch the spectacle unfolding before him. His cock strained, a humiliating bulge that betrayed his arousal even as his face burned with shame.

Across the room, Elizabeth was off the bed and knelt on the plush rug, her hands wrapped around Lord Jonathan's massive cock, veins bulging along its thick length as she bobbed her head eagerly. Her lips stretched wide around the swollen head, saliva dripping down the shaft as she sucked hard, her tongue swirling over the sensitive underside. She moaned around the girth, taking as much as she could. Her mouth full, gagging slightly but pushing on, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.

Josephine leaned in closer to Richard, her breath hot against his ear, one hand trailing lazily over her own thigh before brushing against his restrained arm. 'Look at your pathetic little girlfriend over there, Richard,' she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. 'She's on her knees like the eager slut she is, worshipping that huge cock like it's the best thing she's ever tasted. See how her mouth slides up and down Lord Jonathan's fat dick? She's choking on it, tears in her eyes, but she can't get enough. Bet your prick never made her gag like that.' Her finger tranced from the tip of his cock to the base, making it jump.

Richard's eyes were glued to the scene, Elizabeth's head moving rhythmically now, her fingers pumping the base of Lord Jonathan's shaft while she slurped noisily, strings of spit connecting her lips to his skin every time she pulled back. Lord Jonathan groaned, his hand fisting in her hair, guiding her pace as he thrust shallowly into her mouth, fucking her face with controlled power. Elizabeth's free hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her soaked pussy, clearly lost in the act.

Josephine chuckled softly, pressing her bare breast against Richard's shoulder, her nipple grazing his cheek. 'You're such a worthless cuckold, aren't you? Sitting here all tied up, your wrist locked so you can't even jerk off to this. Watch how she deepthroats him—lips sealed tight around that monster, throat bulging as she swallows him whole. She's humming around it, vibrating his balls, making him throb like crazy. And you? You're just the sad loser who gets to listen to her gag and slobber while your own dick twitches uselessly.'

She shifted again, her ass lifting slightly as she dangled one leg over the armrest, her pussy now mere inches from Richard's face, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. Elizabeth picked up speed, her head twisting side to side, tongue lashing the slit at the tip where pre-cum leaked steadily. Lord Jonathan's hips bucked, his grunts growing louder as she fondled his heavy sack, rolling the balls in her palm while sucking with renewed vigor, her jaw aching but her eyes sparkling with lust.

'Feel that burn in your gut, cuck?' Josephine whispered, her fingers now tracing the outline of Richard's erection, squeezing just enough to tease without relief. 'She's forgetting all about you, lost in sucking that superior cock. Look at her drool—it's pooling on the floor, mixing with her pussy juices as she fingers herself. Bet she's imagining him bending her over next, pounding her raw while you whimper like the beta you are. Admit it, Richard, you're loving being humiliated, aren't you? Your girlfriend's mouth is a cocksleeve for a real man, and all you can do is watch and leak.'

Richard squirmed in his bonds, the cuff biting into his skin, his breath ragged as Josephine's words sank in. Elizabeth's moans vibrated around Lord Jonathan's length, her pace frantic now, bobbing faster, hands working in tandem to milk him toward release. Josephine ground her hips subtly, her wet folds brushing Richard's arm, heightening his torment as she continued her taunts, voice laced with cruel delight.

Lord Jonathan's powerful hands gripped Elizabeth's waist, his muscles flexing as he hoisted her up from the floor in one fluid, effortless motion. Her body dangled in his grasp, legs wrapping instinctively around his hips, as he positioned her dripping pussy right above his throbbing cock. With a low growl, he lowered her down, the thick head of his dick parting her slick folds and stretching her entrance wide. Elizabeth gasped, her nails digging into his broad shoulders as inch after inch sank into her, filling her completely until her ass rested against his thighs, his massive length buried to the hilt inside her clenching walls.

He held her there for a moment, letting her adjust to the fullness, before thrusting upward sharply, his hips snapping with raw power. Elizabeth cried out, her head falling back as he began to fuck her in earnest, bouncing her on his cock like she weighed nothing. Each plunge drove him deep, his balls slapping against her skin with wet smacks, her juices coating his shaft and trickling down his sack. She moaned loudly, her breasts heaving with every brutal stroke, nipples hard and begging for attention as her pussy gripped him tighter, waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

Josephine watched the scene with a wicked smile, her naked form still draped over the armrest, close enough to feel Richard's tension radiating from him. She reached over, her fingers deftly taking his aching cock in her grasp. Josephine wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking slowly at first, her grip firm and teasing, thumb circling the sensitive head to spread his slickness.

'Oh, look at that, Richard,' Josephine cooed, her voice husky with amusement as she pumped his dick in time with Lord Jonathan's thrusts. 'See how Lord Jonathan fucks her? He's got her impaled on that huge cock, pounding her pussy so deep she can feel it in her guts. Every slam makes her squeal like a bitch in heat—listen to those wet sounds, her cunt slurping around him, begging for more. He's owning her, stretching her out like you never could with your sad little prick.'

Elizabeth's cries filled the room, her body jolting with each powerful upward thrust, Lord Jonathan's arms locked around her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as he controlled the rhythm. He spun her slightly, angling deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her tremble and gush, her arousal soaking his groin. 'Fuck, yes!' she wailed, grinding down to meet him, her clit rubbing against his pelvis with every descent, building her toward explosion.

Josephine quickened her strokes on Richard's cock, her other hand cupping his balls, squeezing gently to heighten his frustration. The cuff on his wrist rattled as he strained against it, his eyes locked on Elizabeth's face contorted in bliss. 'She's so fucking horny for him, isn't she? Dripping like a faucet, her pussy clenching and milking that fat dick for all it's worth. Bet she's already cum once—feel how her thighs shake? Lord Jonathan's ruining her for anyone else. She'll never want your worthless cock again, cuck. Why would she, when she can get railed like this, split open and screaming?'

Richard whimpered, his hips bucking involuntarily into Josephine's hand, but she slowed her pace just enough to deny him any real relief, edging him mercilessly. Lord Jonathan picked up speed, grunting with effort as he hammered into Elizabeth, her breasts bouncing wildly, sweat glistening on their joined bodies. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him sloppily, tongue invading his mouth while her inner muscles fluttered around his pistoning length.

'You're such a pathetic submissive, Richard,' Josephine continued, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, her strokes now twisting at the base to make him throb harder. 'Tied up and helpless, jerking off in my hand while your girlfriend gets bred by a real man. Look at her face—eyes rolling back, mouth open in that perfect O of ecstasy. He's going to fill her up soon, pump her full of cum until it leaks out around his cock, and you'll just sit there, leaking your own sad dribble. Admit it, you love being the beta bitch, watching her get fucked senseless.'

The air thickened with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, Elizabeth's moans turning into desperate sobs of pleasure as Lord Jonathan drove her higher, his cock swelling inside her, ready to claim her completely. Josephine's hand flew faster on Richard's shaft, her words a relentless torrent of humiliation, pushing him to the brink without mercy.

Josephine's keen eyes caught the telltale twitch in Richard's hips, his body betraying him as he thrust weakly into the air where her hand had been. With a sharp tug, she released his throbbing cock, letting it bob untouched and desperate, veins pulsing with unmet need. Her fingers clamped around his swollen balls instead, squeezing just hard enough to make him hiss through clenched teeth, the pressure a mix of pain and denied pleasure that rooted him in place.

'What's this, Richard? Can't even control yourself?' she taunted, her voice a sultry purr laced with mockery as she rolled his sac in her palm, feeling the weight of his building load. Her other hand dipped between her own thighs, fingers sliding through the slick heat of her wet pussy, parting her folds to circle her swollen clit. She moaned softly for effect, dipping two digits inside herself with a wet squelch, pumping them in and out while locking eyes with him. 'Look at you, leaking like a faucet already, balls tight and ready to burst. Pathetic—watching your girl get wrecked and you can't hold it together for a second.'

Across the room, Elizabeth's pleas escalated into a raw scream, her voice breaking as Lord Jonathan's relentless thrusts pushed her to the edge. 'I need to cum! Please, fuck, let me cum!' she begged, her walls fluttering wildly around his invading cock, every nerve alight with the fire he'd stoked inside her. Her body arched against him, sweat-slicked skin sliding over his, her nails raking down his back in frantic need.

Lord Jonathan grinned ferally, his grip on her ass tightening as he delivered a few more savage pumps, each one slamming his thick shaft balls-deep into her spasming cunt, the head battering her cervix with unyielding force. 'That's it, beg for it,' he growled, feeling her tighten like a vice. On the final thrust, he ground against her clit, holding her impaled and still, unleashing the dam. Elizabeth shattered, her groundbreaking orgasm ripping through her like lightning, every muscle seizing as waves of ecstasy convulsed her core. Her pussy gushed around him, hot fluids squirting out to drench his groin and thighs, her screams echoing off the walls as her vision blurred with white-hot bliss.

Her upper body went limp, falling backward in a boneless sprawl, but Lord Jonathan caught her effortlessly, his strong arms cradling her as he lowered her onto the bed. She landed on her back with a soft thud, legs splayed wide, her chest heaving and breasts quivering from the aftershocks. Without missing a beat, he seized her ankles, yanking her thighs apart to expose her ravaged pussy—red, swollen, and glistening with her release. He positioned himself between her legs, cock still rock-hard and slick with her juices, and drove back in with a single, brutal plunge.

Elizabeth gasped anew, her oversensitive walls clenching around the renewed invasion as he pounded into her cunt, hips pistoning with ferocious speed. The bed creaked under the assault, his balls slapping rhythmically against her ass, each thrust sending jolts through her spent body, building her toward another peak despite the tenderness. She writhed beneath him, hands fisting the sheets, moaning incoherently as he held her open and vulnerable, claiming every inch of her with dominant fury.

Josephine chuckled darkly at Richard's squirms, her fingers still toying with his balls while she finger-fucked herself faster, her arousal dripping onto the floor. 'Hear that? She's cumming her brains out on his cock, and you're just hanging there, blue-balled and forgotten. Bet you'd give anything to feel a fraction of what he's giving her right now. Ask nicely and you just may get it.”

Josephine leaned in closer to Richard, her breath hot against his ear as she traced a fingernail down his chest, stopping just above the straining bulge. Her nails drawing gashes in his skin. The cuffs binding him to the chair creaked faintly under his futile squirms. 'Oh, sweet Richard,' she purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy, 'you know the rules around here. Lord Jonathan's little subs don't get to cum without his say-so. They beg for it, plead like the desperate sluts they are. But a worthless cuckold like you? Pfft, you don't need that privilege. Watching is your reward—or your punishment. Whichever hurts more.'

She straightened up, her hand slipping between her thighs to rub at the damp mound, a soft moan escaping her lips. 'God, but I need an orgasm. Right now. Fast and hard. Seeing your precious girlfriend get turned into a needy cock whore by Lord Jonathan's massive member... it's making me so wet, so achingly needy. Look at her, Richard. Just look.'Richard's eyes darted sideways, unable to resist the pull of her command. There, on the bed at the room's edge, Elizabeth was positioned on all fours, her body rocking forward with each brutal thrust from behind. Lord Jonathan gripped her hips firmly, his thick, veined cock slamming deep into her dripping pussy, stretching her wide and claiming every inch. She faced Richard directly, her knees spread at the corner of the mattress, giving him a front-row view of her flushed face and bouncing tits. Their gazes locked for a split second—his filled with a mix of betrayal and helpless arousal, hers vacant, lost in the haze of submission, no recognition, no love, just raw, animal need.

Elizabeth's mouth opened in a silent scream as Lord Jonathan's pace quickened, his hips slapping against her ass with wet, rhythmic smacks. She started to yell out—moans turning to cries of 'More! Fuck me harder!'—but before the words could fully escape, Lord Jonathan slid his large hands up from her hips, one clamping over her mouth while the other tangled in her hair, yanking her head back slightly to arch her spine. He muffled her sounds into desperate, garbled whimpers, his fingers digging into her cheeks as he continued pounding into her, his balls slapping against her clit with every drive.

Josephine watched the scene with hooded eyes, her fingers now circling her swollen clit through her soaked underwear. She bit her lip, then turned to Lord Jonathan, her voice husky with desire. 'My Lord, may I use the cuck's face? I need to grind on something—someone—while I watch you break her.'

Lord Jonathan didn't break his rhythm, his powerful thrusts making Elizabeth's body jolt forward even as he held her in place. He glanced over, a smirk curling his lips around the dominance in his eyes. 'Go ahead, Josephine. Use his worthless mouth. If he does a good enough job—licks you clean and makes you squirt all over his pathetic face—then you can cum. Ride his face until you're shaking. But the cuck? He stays denied. No release for that pathetic bitch. Let him taste how wet you are from my work.'

Josephine grinned wickedly, already stepping over the bound man. Grinding her slick folds against his cock just to torment him further, feeling him twitch and throb beneath her. 'Hear that, cuck? You're my toy now. Open wide.' She shifted up, positioning her dripping pussy right over his face, lowering herself until her thighs clamped around his head and her wet lips pressed against his mouth. 'Lick, Richard. Suck on my clit like your life depends on it. Make me cum while your girlfriend gets her brains fucked out.'

Richard had no choice, his tongue darting out instinctively to lap at her folds, tasting her arousal sharp and tangy as she rocked against him. Josephine moaned loudly, her hands gripping the back of his chair for leverage, her hips bucking to smear her juices across his nose and chin. In the background, Lord Jonathan's grunts grew deeper, his hand still muffling Elizabeth's cries as he railed her harder, the bed creaking under the force of his dominance.

Lord Jonathan's grip tightened on Elizabeth's hair, pulling her head back further as he drove his massive cock deeper into her slick, clenching pussy. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down her thighs. He leaned over her arched back, his voice a low growl amid the frenzy. 'What count are you on now, slut? How many times have I made you shatter around my dick?'

Elizabeth's muffled cries escaped through his fingers still pressed over her mouth, her body trembling from the relentless pounding. She gasped out between thrusts, her voice hoarse and broken. 'S-six, my Lord! Oh god, six... I'm so close to seven. Please, don't stop!'

He chuckled darkly, releasing her mouth just enough for her words to carry, then slamming back in with a force that made her tits swing wildly. 'That's right, my needy little whore. When you hit that seventh, I'll unleash my load into your used pussy. Pump you full of every drop of my hot seed, breed that tight hole until it overflows. Are you ready for that? Ready to be marked as mine from the inside out?'

Elizabeth's eyes rolled back, her face twisted in ecstasy as another wave built inside her. 'Yes! Yes, my Lord, I'm ready! Fill me, please—begging you, coat my womb with your cum! Fuck, it's coming... harder!'

Across the room, Josephine ground down harder on Richard's face, her thighs quivering around his ears as his tongue worked frantically against her swollen folds. She clawed at the chair's arms, her breaths coming in sharp pants. 'Fuck, cuck, you're finally doing one thing right. Keep licking my cunt like that—suck on my clit, swirl your tongue deeper. I'm getting so close, you pathetic worm. Don't you dare stop while your girlfriend begs for another man's load.'

Richard's tongue plunged into her dripping entrance, lapping up her tangy arousal as she rode his mouth with abandon. Josephine's hips bucked erratically, her pussy contracting around his probing muscle. A guttural moan tore from her throat as the orgasm crashed over her. 'Yes! Oh fuck, yes!' Her body seized, and she squirted hard, hot jets of her release flooding Richard's face and mouth. He choked slightly, swallowing what he could as her juices streamed down his chin, soaking his shirt and leaving him drenched in her scent.

Josephine shuddered through the aftershocks, grinding out the last pulses against his lips before slumping back slightly, a satisfied smirk on her face. 'Good boy. Tasted that? That's what real pleasure feels like—something you'll never give.'

It wasn't long before Elizabeth's pleas turned to screams. Lord Jonathan's thrusts grew erratic, his balls tightening as he felt her walls flutter wildly around him. 'Count it, slut! Let him hear how many times I've owned you!'

'Seven! Seven, my Lord—I'm cumming again! Filling me up, please!' Elizabeth's body convulsed, her pussy spasming in a powerful climax that milked his cock relentlessly. Waves of pleasure ripped through her, her ass pushing back against him as she squirted around his invading length, her cries echoing off the walls.

That pushed Lord Jonathan over the edge. With a primal roar, he buried himself to the hilt, his thick cock pulsing as he erupted inside her. Rope after rope of his thick jizz shot deep into her used pussy, flooding her depths and mixing with her own release. He held her hips flush against him, ensuring every spurt coated her insides, some leaking out around his shaft to trickle down her thighs. 'Take it all, whore. My seed claiming you completely.'

Elizabeth collapsed forward onto the bed, panting and spent, her body still twitching from the intensity. Lord Jonathan pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from her gaping entrance, a visible reminder of his dominance. He glanced over at Richard, still bound and slick with Josephine's squirt, his eyes burning with unfulfilled need. 'Look at that, cuck. Your girl's overflowing with a real man's load. And you're just getting sloppy seconds—from her face.'

Lord Jonathan's voice cut through the heavy air, still thick with the scent of sex and sweat. He pulled out of Elizabeth's quivering form with a wet pop, his cock glistening from their combined releases. 'Josephine, untie the cuck. Help him crawl over here like the pathetic dog he is. I want him to clean up the mess I made in his girlfriend's sloppy cunt. He's to lick her clean—suck out every drop of my cum until his worthless tongue makes her orgasm for the eighth time today. Don't stop until she's screaming again.'

He grabbed Elizabeth by the waist, flipping her onto her back with effortless strength. Her legs dangled off the edge of the bed, knees bent and spread wide, exposing her swollen, cum-filled pussy to the room. Thick strands of Lord Jonathan's jizz leaked from her stretched hole, pooling on the sheets beneath her ass. Elizabeth's chest heaved, her eyes half-lidded in post-orgasmic haze, but a fresh spark of need flickered as she watched Richard's approach.

Josephine slid off the chair with a wicked grin, her body still buzzing from her own climax. She knelt beside Richard, her fingers deftly unlocking the cuffs around his wrists. The metal clinked free, and he rubbed his sore arms, his cock straining painfully, untouched and denied. 'On your knees, bitch boy,' she purred, shoving him down until his knees hit the floor. Richard dropped slowly, his body trembling with humiliation and arousal.

Josephine positioned herself behind him, her hand cracking sharply against his bare ass. The slap echoed, leaving a red handprint blooming on his skin. 'Come on, crawl over there, you sniveling worm. Your girlfriend's waiting to feed you a real man's load.' She smacked him again, harder, urging him forward with stinging blows that made his hips jerk.

Richard hesitated on all fours, his face flushing as he inched toward the bed. The carpet burned his knees, but the real fire was in his gut—the mix of jealousy and twisted desire churning as he neared Elizabeth. Her pussy was right there, inches from his face: puffy lips parted, slick with her arousal and overflowing with Lord Jonathan's thick, creamy seed. It oozed out in slow rivulets, the musky scent hitting him like a punch.

He paused, tongue darting out nervously, until Josephine's hand connected with his ass once more—a sharp, resounding crack that made him yelp. 'Lick, bitch boy! Get your tongue in there and clean her up. Taste how thoroughly I've been fucked.' Her voice dripped with mockery, her nails digging into his hip for emphasis.

Richard leaned in, his breath hot against Elizabeth's inner thighs. His tongue flicked out tentatively at first, lapping at the salty, warm cum trickling from her entrance. The flavor exploded on his taste buds—bitter and thick, mixed with her familiar sweetness. He gagged inwardly for a split second, the mental wall of degradation cracking under the weight of her soft moan. 'Mmm, yes... that's it, baby,' Elizabeth whispered, her hand threading into his hair to pull him closer.

Emboldened by her encouragement, Richard dove in fully. His tongue plunged into her folds, scooping out globs of the sticky load and swallowing them down. He sucked on her clit, circling it with firm pressure, then delved deeper, fucking her hole with his mouth to draw out more of the mess. Elizabeth's hips bucked against his face, her moans growing louder, her pussy clenching around his probing tongue as fresh waves of pleasure built.

Across from them, Lord Jonathan lounged against the bedpost, his massive cock still semi-hard and slick. He crooked a finger at Josephine. 'On your knees, slut. Clean my dick—suck off every bit of her juices and my cum.' Josephine obeyed instantly, dropping down and wrapping her lips around his shaft. She bobbed her head eagerly, tongue swirling over the veins and ridges, hollowing her cheeks to draw out the mingled flavors. Her hands cupped his heavy balls, massaging them as she deepthroated him with sloppy, wet sounds.

As Josephine worked, Lord Jonathan reached out with his free hand, eyeing Richard's exposed ass. The cuck's cheeks were spread slightly from his crawling position, his tight hole twitching in anticipation. With a smirk, Lord Jonathan extended a single thick finger, slick from Elizabeth's pussy, and pressed them against Richard's entrance. He pushed in without warning, breaching the ring of muscle and curling inside to stroke his prostate.

It was only a moment—just a teasing probe that sent electric jolts through Richard's body—but it was enough. A deep, involuntary moan vibrated from his throat, muffled against Elizabeth's dripping cunt. His cock throbbed harder, leaking pre-cum onto the floor as the intrusion mixed shame with forbidden pleasure. Lord Jonathan chuckled, withdrawing his fingers with a pop. 'Hear that, everyone? The cuck's moaning like a bitch in heat. Keep going, worm—make her cum, or I'll finger-fuck you until you beg for my cock next.'

Elizabeth's breaths quickened, her thighs clamping around Richard's head as his tongue worked relentlessly. He lapped and sucked, alternating between devouring the remnants of Lord Jonathan's seed and flicking her sensitive nub, pushing her toward that eighth peak. Josephine's mouth on Lord Jonathan's cock slurped louder, her own arousal reigniting as she watched the scene unfold.

Lord Jonathan groaned low in his throat as Josephine's warm, eager mouth enveloped his softening cock once more. She knelt there, her lips stretched around his girth, sucking with renewed fervor. Her tongue traced the underside of his shaft, lapping up the last traces of Elizabeth's cream and his own drying seed. She hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head in slow, deliberate strokes, feeling the thick veins pulse back to life under her attention. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, mixing with the slick remnants as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his growing hardness. Minutes ticked by in wet, slurping rhythm—her hands gripping his thighs for leverage, nails digging in just enough to spur him on.

His cock swelled fully in her mouth, rigid and throbbing once again, the head bumping the back of her throat with each thrust. Lord Jonathan tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her pace before finally pulling free with a slick pop. Strands of spit connected her lips to his tip for a lingering second before snapping. 'Enough, slut,' he commanded, his voice rough with rekindled lust. 'Stand up.' Josephine rose on shaky legs, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, her eyes gleaming with submission.

'I'm going to wait on the porch,' he announced, stepping back and letting his heavy erection bob free. 'When the cuck finishes his cleanup duty, send him to me. I need to discuss his new job details.' With that, he strode to the door, snatching up the cream-colored robe from a nearby chair. He shrugged it on loosely, the fabric parting to tease glimpses of his muscular frame and still-hard cock as he exited the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Back in the bedroom, the air hummed with Elizabeth's escalating cries. Richard's face was buried between her thighs, his tongue delving deep into her cum-soaked pussy. He sucked greedily at her folds, drawing out the last viscous globs of Lord Jonathan's load—swallowing them down with humiliating obedience. His lips sealed around her clit, flicking and nibbling with desperate precision, while his nose ground against her mound, inhaling her musky arousal. Elizabeth's hips jerked wildly, her hands fisting the sheets as the pressure built. 'Oh fuck, yes—right there, lick it all out!' she gasped, her body arching off the bed.

Josephine watched from her spot near the door, her own pussy aching anew from the sight. She licked her lips, tasting the faint echo of Lord Jonathan's flavor, as Richard's efforts pushed Elizabeth over the edge. The screams peaked into a guttural wail, then dissolved into shuddering moans as her eighth orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, fresh juices flooding Richard's mouth in hot spurts. She bucked against his face, thighs quivering, riding the waves until her body slumped, spent and glistening.

As Elizabeth's tremors faded, Josephine moved swiftly. She grabbed Richard by the hair, yanking his head back from his girlfriend's dripping slit. His face was a mess—smeared with cum, her cream, and his own saliva, lips swollen and shiny. 'That's enough, bitch boy. Lord Jonathan's waiting for you on the porch. Crawl your pathetic ass out there—down the hall, first door on the right, through the sitting room.' She shoved him toward the exit, her tone laced with mocking approval. 'You did one hell of a job cleaning her up, though. Made her scream like the whore she is now.'

Richard wiped his mouth with a trembling hand, his cock aching untouched, as he dropped to all fours and began his humiliating crawl. The cool floor against his knees did nothing to quell the fire in his veins—the mix of degradation and dark excitement propelling him forward toward whatever fresh torment awaited outside.

Richard's crawl took a while. On his hands and knees, he made his way to his new master. Even as he tried to resist, he knew this was his place now—owned by Lord Jonathan. Jonathan had been right when they spoke earlier: Richard needed a strong force in his life to set him on the straight path.

As Richard finished his crawl through the sitting room, he reached the porch. Lord Jonathan sat in a chair that faced the dark landscape, the stars lighting up the sky here and there.

"Richard, you made it through your interview. How do you feel?"

"I feel wonderful, Lord Jonathan," said Richard.

"Great, great. Fill up my glass again," Lord Jonathan said, holding it up. “You may stand to do it.”

Richard rose to his feet and took the low glass and headed to the bar. As he added two ice cubes and a bit of bourbon, Lord Jonathan spoke again.

"Your job will be my assistant's assistant. It's pretty easy, but hard work. You'll need to do everything I tell you, and everything she tells you—all the small but important stuff. Think you can do that?"

Richard returned with the glass, filled with just the right amount of amber liqueur.

"You must have been watching earlier. Well done."

Richard knelt beside the chair, keeping his gaze lowered as he offered the glass back to Jonathan. The cool condensation from the tumbler seeped into his palm, a sharp contrast to the heat of the crawl.

"I was, My Lord," Richard replied softly. "I wanted to ensure I knew exactly how you preferred it."

Lord Jonathan took the glass, the ice clinking softly against the crystal. He didn't look at Richard immediately; instead, he took a slow, deliberate sip, letting the silence stretch out over the dark expanse of the porch. The crickets in the distance seemed to emphasize the stillness of the estate.

"Attentiveness is a trait I value above almost all others. Back to your knees,” Jonathan said, his voice dropping an octave. "My assistant, Claire, is efficient, but she is also demanding. She won't have the patience to teach you the basics twice. You are the grease in the gears, Richard. If you fail to move when prompted, the whole machine grinds to a halt. Do you understand the weight of that?"

"I do," Richard whispered. He felt a strange mix of trepidation and relief. The ambiguity of his old life was gone, replaced by a rigid, narrow path where every step was dictated for him.

Lord Jonathan finally turned his head, his eyes catching a glint of starlight. "Good. Because Monday, the 'straight path' begins at 8:00 AM. You’ll start by organizing the files Claire has left on the study floor. On your knees, just like this. It’s a reminder of where you started today."

He gestured vaguely toward the horizon. “It is a beautiful night. I like to sit out here in the quiet after such an evening.” He went to take a puff of his cigar but found it went out. “Hmm, it seems like my cigar went out. Would you be a good boy and relight it for me.” He looked down to the table at his side. A box of matches sat there. "Now, tell me—what was the most difficult part of the crawl for you? I want to know where your resistance still hides. As you tell me I need my cigar relit.”

Richard moved on his knees closer to Lord Jonathan. Hands reaching out to the box of matches. As he did he spoke,”one may say that it was the physical strain of crawling the distance on their hands and knees. It was a long way, but for me it would have been the mental torture of it. My mind fighting against it. Pushing back.” As he spoke he opened the box and drew the match along the pad causing it to jump in flame. Lord Jonathan shifted in his seat to lean forward to the flame. As he did the robe fell open. A few puffs and the cigar was on fire again.

Richard waved his hand quickly to extinguish the match and continued. “It was something thrusted to me only an hour or so ago. My mind still is trying to wrap itself around it. That is the hardest part. Not having control of it.”

Lord Jonathan listened to the kneeing man. Enjoying his cigar and bourbon. “I see,” he started,”you are one who needs control of what is going on around you.” Another sip. “It is ok to have that urge but here, working for me, a lot of the control will be lost. In its place will be obedience. Are you sure you want this?”

Richard lowered his eyes from Lord Jonathan’s. “Yes Lord Jonathan. I think this will be a good part of my journey.” His eyes now locked on the cock poking out from his robe. It was still hard. It seemed even bigger this close up.

“I’m proud of you. Look how much you have grown in one scene as a submissive. You really take to it.” Lord Jonathan saw his eyes locked on something. “What are you looking at?” Glancing down himself he saw his dick popped free. “Oh, my dick. Most people can’t pull their eyes off it once they see it. Have you ever touched another man’s cock?”

Richard was starting to sweat from being uncomfortable in the direction of this conversation. “No Lord Jonathan,” he spoke in a timid voice. “I have not.”

“Then no time like the present.” He opened his robe fully so his hardness was fully exposed. “You can touch it if you want.”

Richard reached out, his hand gripping around the thick shaft. It was like he was in a dream. Like he was watching his hand take a hold from outside his body.

Richard’s kneeling form gripped Lord Jonathan’s shaft. His hand not being able to close around the veiny member. He could feel the heat in his palm and the weight. Solid but pliable at the same time.

“Good boy,” Lord Jonathan says reassuringly. “I bet this is your first time. Take it slow. No need to dive into the deep end.” He leaned back in his chair and took another sip of his drink.

Richard hand started to work up and down, feeling the rough texture of his owner’s dick. His face moving closer and closer until he could smell the lust. “You can suck on it Richard. Just take the tip in your mouth. Start with that.”

Richard's heart pounded in his chest as he leaned forward, his lips parting hesitantly. The musky scent of Lord Jonathan's arousal filled his nostrils, making his own cock twitch with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He extended his tongue first, brushing it lightly against the swollen head of the thick shaft, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that had gathered there. The flavor was sharp and intoxicating, urging him on.

Emboldened by the command, Richard opened his mouth wider and took the tip inside, his lips stretching around the girth. He sucked gently at first, his tongue swirling around the sensitive underside as his hand continued to pump the base in slow, deliberate strokes. The heat of the cock pulsed against his tongue, filling his mouth with its rigid presence. Lord Jonathan let out a low groan, his fingers threading through Richard's hair, guiding him without forcing.

"That's it, boy," Lord Jonathan murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Suck harder now. Use your tongue to tease the slit. Feel how it throbs for you." Richard obeyed, hollowing his cheeks to increase the suction, his saliva coating the head as he bobbed slightly, taking just a fraction more into his warm mouth. The veiny length jerked in response, and Richard's free hand instinctively cupped the heavy balls beneath, massaging them softly to heighten the sensation.

Lord Jonathan's hips shifted forward a touch, not thrusting yet but testing Richard's willingness. "Good. You're a natural. Keep going like that, and I'll reward you soon." Richard's mind swirled with submission, the act of pleasuring his owner sending waves of heat through his body, his own erection straining, begging for attention he knew he'd have to earn.

Richard's jaw ached from the stretch, but the praise from Lord Jonathan fueled his determination. He parted his lips again, sliding his mouth down the throbbing length, feeling the veins pulse against his tongue as he took in several inches this time. The gag reflex hit harder, his throat constricting around the invading cock, but he fought it, breathing through his nose to steady himself. Saliva dripped freely now, slicking the dark shaft and pooling on his chin as he pulled back with a wet gasp.

Lord Jonathan's chuckle was low and approving, his hand firm in Richard's hair. 'That's my eager slut. Deeper each time.' He bucked his hips upward, forcing the head past Richard's teeth and into the tighter warmth of his throat. Richard's eyes watered, but he didn't retreat, hollowing his cheeks to suck with renewed vigor, his tongue pressing flat against the underside to massage the rigid flesh.

“Take some time on the balls too. I good cocksleeve does not forget the balls.”

Obeying the new command, Richard released the cock from his mouth with a pop, strings of spit connecting his swollen lips to the glistening tip. He lowered his head further, nuzzling into the coarse hair at the base, inhaling the earthy scent of sweat and musk. His tongue darted out to lap at the heavy sack, tracing the seam before sucking one ball into his mouth. He rolled it gently between his lips, the skin soft and wrinkled against his tongue, while his hand wrapped around the slick shaft above, stroking from root to crown in firm, twisting pulls.

Lord Jonathan groaned deeply, spreading his thighs wider in the chair to give Richard better access. 'Fuck, yes. Worship those balls like you mean it. Suck the other one now.' Richard switched sides, drawing the second orb into his wet heat, humming softly to send vibrations through it. His fist pumped faster on the cock, thumb circling the sensitive head to spread the leaking pre-cum, making the strokes glide effortlessly. The dominant's body tensed, his free hand gripping the armrest as pleasure built, his cock twitching in Richard's grip.

Richard's own arousal throbbed painfully, untouched and leaking his own pre-cum, but the focus on serving his owner drowned out the ache. He alternated between the balls, licking and sucking hungrily, his saliva coating everything in a shiny sheen. Lord Jonathan's breaths came ragged, hips rolling subtly to fuck into Richard's hand. 'You're learning fast, boy. Soon you'll deepthroat this entire dick without gagging. Keep stroking—make me cum all over that pretty face if I say so.'

Lord Jonathan’s fingers tangled in Richard’s hair, not yet gripping, but the threat was there—a promise of what was to come. “That’s it," he murmured, his voice roughening. "Take me deeper." Richard obeyed, relaxing his throat as best he could, but the cock was too much, too thick, and when the tip nudged the back of his mouth, he gagged, his eyes watering. A choked sound escaped him, half sob, half moan, and Lord Jonathan’s grip tightened just enough to hold him in place. "Breathe through your nose," he instructed, his hips rolling forward in a slow, testing thrust. "You can take it."

Richard tried. God, he tried. His nails dug crescents into his palms, his body trembling with the effort of staying still, of taking it. The next push was deeper, and this time when he gagged, saliva dripped down his chin, slick and obscene. Lord Jonathan’s breath hitched, his abs flexing as he pulled back just enough to let Richard gasp for air before surging forward again. "Fuck, look at you," he growled, his voice dropping into something feral. "Such a pretty little whore with my cock in your throat." The words sent a shameful thrill through Richard, his own cock leaking against his trousers, his mind spinning with the filth of it, the rightness of it.

Then the last shred of Lord Jonathan’s control snapped.

One moment, Richard was being guided, taught—his head cradled in a hand that was firm but not cruel. The next, that hand was a vise, fingers knotted in his hair, yanking him forward as Lord Jonathan’s hips pistoned, his cock rammed past Richard’s lips with brutal, relentless strokes. “That’s right," he snarled, his voice a guttural rasp. "Choke on it. Take every fucking inch like the greedy slut you are." Richard’s vision blurred, tears streaming down his cheeks as his airway was stolen again and again. His gag reflex fought him, his throat convulsing, but Lord Jonathan didn’t stop, didn’t care—he just fucked Richard’s face like it was nothing more than a wet, willing hole, his balls slapping against Richard’s chin with every brutal thrust.

Richard’s muffled whimpers filled the room, his body jerking with each violent invasion. His cock was aching, but he didn’t dare touch himself. He was too busy surviving, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of being used, of being owned. Lord Jonathan’s grunts grew louder, his movements more erratic, his grip punishing. “God damn it," he groaned, his voice raw. "You’re going to make me shoot. I’m going to make you take every last fucking drop. “Richard moaned around the cock in his mouth, the vibration making Lord Jonathan hiss. "I know you’re familiar with the taste, aren’t you?" Another brutal thrust, deeper this time, the head of his cock pressing against the back of Richard’s throat. "You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Dreaming about me filling that pretty mouth with cum.”

Lord Jonathan's grip tightened in Richard's hair, yanking his head back just enough to make him gasp around the thick cock still buried in his throat. The lord's eyes bored into Richard's tear-streaked face, a smirk curling his lips as he watched the mix of desperation and desire flicker there. 'Look at you,' Lord Jonathan growled, his voice rough with arousal, hips snapping forward to drive deeper, forcing Richard to swallow around the invading length. Saliva dripped from Richard's chin, mixing with the tears that blurred his vision, but he couldn't look away—didn't want to.

Richard's mind raced, the image of his girlfriend flashing unbidden: her body arched under this same man, her lips parted in moans he could almost hear. Had she choked like this, her eyes watering as Lord Jonathan claimed her mouth? The thought twisted in his gut, a sharp pang of jealousy slicing through the haze of lust. But god, the way Lord Jonathan handled him—rough hands pinning his shoulders, cock thrusting relentlessly— it ignited something primal. Richard's own dick throbbed painfully again, untouched and leaking, begging for friction he wasn't allowed.

Lord Jonathan pulled out abruptly, the wet pop echoing in the dim room, strings of spit connecting Richard's swollen lips to the glistening shaft. He slapped it against Richard's cheek, smearing the mess across his skin. 'You taste her on me still, don't you? That sweet little slut who begged for this.' His free hand grabbed Richard's jaw, forcing his mouth open wider. 'Open up. Show me how much you want it—how much you need to be used like she was.'

Richard whimpered, his body trembling as he obeyed, tongue darting out instinctively. The frustration burned hotter, fueling the ache in his chest, but the lust won out. He leaned forward, sucking the head into his mouth with a hungry slurp, hollowing his cheeks as Jonathan groaned and shoved back in. Each thrust stretched his jaw, bruised his throat, but Richard took it, his hands clutching at Jonathan's thighs, nails digging in. The internal war raged—hating how this man had owned his girlfriend, craving to be owned the same way. Pleasure coiled tight in his core, building with every brutal pump, until he was moaning around the cock, tears flowing freely now, lost in the overwhelming rush.

Lord Jonathan howled and did one final thrust into the wet mouth of Richard, his cock pulsing as hot cum erupted down the younger man's throat. Thick ropes of semen flooded Richard's mouth, forcing him to gulp frantically to keep up, some spilling past his lips to dribble down his chin in sticky trails. Jonathan's fingers dug harder into Richard's scalp, holding him in place as he ground his hips forward, milking every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

Richard's eyes widened, the salty bitterness coating his tongue, overwhelming his senses. He choked slightly, tears mixing with the mess on his face, but he didn't pull away—instead, his throat worked around the invading length, swallowing obediently. The taste lingered, a reminder of the man who'd claimed his girlfriend before him, and that thought sent a fresh wave of conflicted heat surging through his veins.

Finally, Jonathan eased back, his spent dick slipping free with a slick pop, leaving Richard gasping for air. Strings of cum and saliva connected them for a moment before breaking, and Jonathan smeared the head across Richard's lips, painting them glossy. 'Swallow it all,' he commanded, voice husky from his climax, eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched Richard's Adam's apple bob. 'Taste what she tasted—know you're just another hole for me to fill.'

Richard obeyed, licking his lips clean with a shaky breath, the flavor lingering sharp on his palate. Frustration clawed at him—why did this feel so right, even as jealousy burned? His hands trembled on Lord Jonathan's thighs, body still buzzing from the intensity, craving more despite the emotional storm raging inside. He looked up, eyes locked on the lord's, a silent plea mixed with defiance shining through the haze of lust.

Lord Jonathan’s hand snared Richard’s chin, tilting his face upward. “It seems you’re eager to expand your horizons,” he murmured, his gaze boring into Richard’s glazed, fractured stare. “I’m going to mold you into the perfect submissive—a tool for absolute utility. And when my schedule is too full to see to your education personally, others will step in to ensure you don’t fall behind.”

He released his grip, letting Richard’s head drop, and stepped back to sink into his chair. After a slow pull of bourbon, he exhaled a sharp, critical breath. “For a novice, your performance was adequate, but unpolished. Too much teeth. With the right instruction from the professionals I keep on hand, you’ll become a valuable asset to this firm in that specific capacity. But first: when I am speaking to you, you will hold the NADU pose. Immediately.”

The haze of lust began to lift from Richard’s mind like morning mist burning off. He shifted on his knees, straightening his spine and resting his hands palms-up on his thighs, his attention locked on Jonathan.

“In addition to acting as a runner for my assistant, Claire, you will serve as the office plaything,” Jonathan continued, adjusting his robe as he leaned back. “To be used at their discretion. Some will want to be serviced; others will want to use you.”

Jonathan watched the kneeling man with a predatory smile. Breaking them was always easiest during the first contact, and Richard was proving remarkably pliable. Soon enough, he’d be as eager to please as his girlfriend was—two perfect, matching pieces of a larger set.

“However, those looking to use you will have to wait,” Jonathan added, his voice dropping an octave. “That seat of yours isn’t ready. If I were to take you now, I’d tear you apart.”

Richard’s thoughts drifted back to the image of Jonathan and Lizzy—the raw power of their encounter on the edge of the bed. He wondered, with a shiver of trepidation, how that weight would feel pressing into him. Would those large hands cover his face, or hold him down?

“Richard? You still with me?” Jonathan leaned forward, his dark features etched with feigned concern. “Did you drift off?”

“I’m sorry, Lord Jonathan,” Richard stammered, his face flushing a deep crimson. He averted his eyes, unable to hold the man's gaze.

“Take a breath. Nod when you’re ready to proceed.” Jonathan watched him intently, perfectly aware of the fantasy playing out in Richard’s head but choosing to let the tension simmer. Once Richard nodded, Jonathan continued. “Claire will oversee your dilation over the next month. She’s an expert. She’ll start with plugs, gradually increasing the size until you’re ready for her collection of straps. Once she’s taught you how to accommodate a prosthetic, it’ll be time for the real thing—and I intend to be the one who finally breaks you in.”

He paused, noting the telltale twitch of Richard’s arousal. “I can see that prospect agrees with you.”

Jonathan stood, his presence filling the room. “Let that sink in. Let the reality of your new vocation take root. Now, stand up and follow me; you can process the rest while we rejoin the ladies.”

They moved through the labyrinthine hallways of the estate until they reached a grand room at the end of the corridor. Just before entering, Jonathan paused, pushing open a heavy door to the left.

The heavy door groaned on its hinges, swinging wide with a weight that suggested reinforced steel beneath its polished wood veneer. Lord Jonathan crossed the threshold with a measured, predatory grace, while Richard followed a half-step behind and to the left, his pulse thrumming in his ears.

The transition from the hall was jarring. As they entered, the two women already in the room moved with a frantic, practiced synchronization. They didn't just stand; they scrambled from the benches lining the walls, their knees hitting the polished floor with a soft, rhythmic thud as they dropped into a deep, submissive kneel.

Richard took in the space, his mind racing to categorize it. It was a locker room, but the term felt woefully inadequate—like calling a cathedral a "shed." This wasn't the cramped, humid space of his high school years, smelling of mildew and old sweat. This room smelled of expensive cedar, floor wax, and something metallic. The layout was a deliberate study in hierarchy, divided into distinct tiers of status.

Richard’s eyes tracked the room, noting the calculated differences in the cabinetry: to the right were eight narrow lockers standing in a rigid row near the door leading to the arena-like space beyond. They were functional and Spartan, crafted from cold metal with heavy-duty padlocks. The benches bolted to the floor in front of them were nothing more than planks of scarred oak, designed for utility over comfort.

The left side of the room offered a more nuanced display of privilege. The first pair were slightly wider than the metal units, these were finished in a dark laminate. Simple, hard plastic chairs replaced the bolted benches. The second pair lockers featured integrated shelving and brushed-nickel hardware. The chairs here were an upgrade, featuring thin foam padding that promised a reprieve from the hard floor. The final pair were the "Elite" stations. The wood was genuine mahogany, the lockers wider to accommodate bulkier gear. Instead of chairs, two deep, leather-cushioned seats sat waiting, their surfaces gleaming under the recessed lighting.

Finally, Richard’s gaze landed on the back wall. Set apart from the others to the far left was a single locker that made the rest look like scrap. It was an architectural statement of power, framed by ornate molding and glowing with integrated LED strips that highlighted the pristine equipment within. The seat wasn't a chair; it was a high-backed throne of tufted black leather, commanding a view of the entire room.

To its right, a dark passage yawned—a hallway leading deeper into the complex, its secrets swallowed by the shadows where the light hadn't yet been triggered.

“Please Richard, join the ladies,” Lord Jonathan said, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm. He didn't look back as he pointed toward the kneeling women.

A cold sweat broke across the nape of Richard’s neck, a sharp contrast to the stagnant, climate-controlled air of the locker room. He moved forward, his sneakers squeaking with a rhythmic, submissive cadence on the polished floor. Beside Elizabeth, he lowered himself into a kneel. He could see the slight tremor in her shoulders and the way her gaze remained hopelessly fixed on the wood grain of the floorboards. As soon as his knees made contact, Lord Jonathan turned, the shadow of a predatory smile playing on his lips.

The air here was thick with the scent of expensive cedar and floor wax—the smell of a sanctuary or a cell, depending on one's perspective. For Elizabeth and Richard, the world outside—their careers, their prestigious last names, their very agency—had vanished the moment the heavy steel deadbolt clicked shut.

Lord Jonathan loomed over them, his presence expanding to fill every inch of the narrow space between the lockers. He reached down, his fingers deft as he tightened the buckle on Richard’s collar. The thick leather settled against Richard’s throat with a heavy, undeniable weight. Under the recessed LED lights, a silver "8" glinted with cold promise.

“Now,” Lord Jonathan said, his voice a low, melodic rumble that vibrated in their chests. “Let me explain the architecture of my world. I have set my court as a chessboard: myself and fifteen submissives. It will take time for you to meet my Queen; she exists in the public eye and maintains a certain... necessary reserve. My Rooks are women; my Knights are men. The Bishops are a pair—one man, one woman. And then, there are the eight Pawns.”

He turned toward the lockers, his footsteps echoing. He stopped before the first two—lockers Seven and Eight.

“You two make up the final rank. Five women, three men. Ms. Elizabeth, you will be known as Pawn 7.”

He turned back, dangling a thin black collar with a central metal ring. A crimson number seven was embroidered into the leather on either side. Without a word, he began to fasten it around her throat.

“Don’t worry, Richard. I haven’t forgotten you. You are Pawn 8.” He held up a matching collar, broader and more rugged than Elizabeth’s.

Standing over the three kneeling figures—Elizabeth, Richard, and the silent woman to their left—Jonathan’s voice took on a directorial edge. “In the future, you will park in the rear. You will use the back door to this room. Richard, this includes your workdays. No exceptions.”

Richard nodded, the movement restricted by the leather already cinched at his throat.

“You will go to your locker and strip,” Jonathan continued. “You will wear whatever has been laid out for you. It could be formal, it could be evocative, or it could be nothing at all. The only constant is the collar.”

He moved to Richard, wrapping the second band of leather around his neck. It felt smooth but chillingly permanent. As the buckle notched into place, Richard felt a wave of finality wash over him. The "click" of the lock was the sound of a door closing on his former life.

“The highest-ranking court member present will collar you when you enter. If the room is empty, you will collar yourself.” Jonathan stepped back, his shadow stretching over them. “Pawn 3.”

The woman to Richard’s left, Josephine, snapped her spine straight, her posture radiating disciplined readiness.

“You may take your collar now,” Jonathan commanded.

Josephine rose swiftly, moving to the lockers. When she returned, she sank back into a kneel, holding her collar out with both hands, arms fully extended. It was a ritualistic display of service.

“This,” Jonathan said, looking at the newcomers, “is how you display your collar to your betters. It shows you are ready to submit.” He took the leather from her and fastened it with practiced expertise. “I imagine you felt quite naked without it, Josephine. You’ve played your role well today. You’ll have your reward once these two depart.”

Josephine let out a soft, involuntary purr, but Jonathan was already focused on the small boxes he had retrieved from the shelves.

“In these boxes are your bracelets. Your Queen ***********ed the style for each of you personally.” He opened the first box for Elizabeth. Inside lay a delicate silver band inset with small rubies, centered by a polished black stone. He snapped it onto her wrist. “It is a tracker, a vitals monitor, and your key. The app Pawn 3 will install on your phones will sync your location and your calendar. You will complete every task assigned there, without fail.”

He then turned to Richard, holding out a band of dark gunmetal. It was thick, heavy, and flanked by two engraved silver bands.

“Take it. Put it on.”

Richard’s hand moved slowly, his fingers brushing the cool metal as he slid the weight onto his left wrist. It closed with a definitive snick. He instinctively turned his wrist, searching for a clasp or a release, but the surface was seamless.

Jonathan laughed, a rich, dark sound. “Already looking for the exit, Pawn 8? Don't bother. It doesn't come off.”

Jonathan straightened his jacket, looking over his three charges with an air of immense satisfaction. “I am proud of you three. I’ll leave you in Pawn 3’s capable hands to finalize the digital details. Then, you may head home. Pawn 3... your weekend begins the moment they leave.”

With a final, lingering look at his newest acquisitions, the Master turned and exited the room, his footsteps fading into the hallway.

For several minutes, the room was silent. None of them moved; the weight of the new jewelry seemed to pin them to the floor. Finally, Josephine broke the spell.

“Let’s get you set up,” she said, her voice dropping the formal edge for something more clinical.

The next twenty minutes were a blur of QR codes, syncing sensors, and the hushed rustle of Richard and Elizabeth dressing in their civilian clothes. The transition felt surreal—putting on business casual attire while the heavy metal on their wrists and the leather on their necks throbbed with their pulse.

“You’re all set,” Josephine said, guiding them down a rear hallway they hadn't seen before. They passed a series of rooms—a lavish suite that clearly belonged to Jonathan, followed by a spa-like array of saunas and tiled showers.

At the heavy back door, Josephine paused. “Remember: tap the bracelet against the sensor for access. Now, get moving. Lord Jonathan is waiting for me, and I hate to be late.”

She gave Elizabeth a brief, sisterly hug and squeezed Richard’s arm before disappearing back into the shadows of the hallway, leaving the two Pawns to step out into the night air, forever changed.

Rich's arm tightened around Lizzy's waist as they stepped out into the cool night air, the gravel crunching under their feet. Their small party inside had left him buzzing, his mind replaying the way he'd dropped to his knees for that dominant stranger, Jo's teasing him as he watched Lord Jonathn’s cock stretching his girlfriend out, his hungry eyes taking it all in. Her curvy body pressed against him now, her short dress riding up her thighs, and he could feel his own massive cock twitching in his pants, hardening at the memory of submission mixed with the raw power he craved to unleash on her.

She snuggled closer, her blonde hair brushing his shoulder. 'You ok with this, Sir?' Lizzy's voice trembled with nerves, her fingers squeezing his arm. 'I didn’t know about the whole becoming submissive thing.'

Rich squeezed her hand back, his pulse racing. Surprisingly, it turned him on—feeling small under Jo's control, yet powerful in Lizzy's gaze. 'Surprisingly, it is, Lizzy.' He glanced at her, her full lips parted slightly, begging to be used. 'I never thought I would be a submissive. Never thought I would kneel for a man,” he paused, “but I got a job.” A little chuckle escaping his lips.

'Neither would I,' she blurted, heat flooding his face and groin as the image hit him again. The thought of Lord Jonahtan’s hands fisting his hair, forcing him deeper. His cock throbbed painfully now, straining against his zipper. 'You felt the power within him. He made me feel small but within that small he made me feel powerful. Do you get what I’m saying?'

'That I do, Sir,' she murmured, her body leaning into him as they reached the truck. The vehicle loomed in the shadows, headlights off, waiting like a silent witness to their building heat.

Rich opened the passenger door, helping her climb in, her dress hiking up to reveal she hadn't bothered with panties—her bare pussy lips glistening faintly in the low light. He was so worked up, his balls aching from the evening's tease. Circling to the driver's side, he hopped in, turned the key, and the engine roared to life, headlights slicing through the darkness down the hill. He eased the truck onto the asphalt, but his focus shattered when Lizzy leaned over.

'Something about his massive dick railing me as you watched,' she whispered, her hand sliding up his thigh to cup the bulge in his pants. 'I couldn’t hear what Jo was saying, but it sure looked like it was turning you on.' Her fingers squeezed his hardening cock through the fabric. 'How I hoped he would let you fill my mouth with your hard on,' she paused, breath hot against his ear, 'but your mouth eating me out was fucking like heaven.'

Rich's control snapped. Without a word, he yanked his pants open, freeing his thick, veined cock—it sprang out, swollen and leaking pre-cum. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her face down. 'Well, now you can suck it, my needy little slut.'

Lizzy's mouth opened wide, no hesitation, her lips stretching around his fat head as she swallowed him deep. Rich groaned, the wet heat of her throat enveloping him, her tongue swirling along the underside. He controlled the pace, thrusting up while pushing her head down, forcing her to take every inch until her nose pressed against his pubes. Gagging sounds filled the cab, her saliva dripping down his shaft, but she didn't pull back—her submissive eagerness made his balls tighten.

He face-fucked her relentlessly, pulling her off after the fourth deep plunge, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. 'That's it, choke on it like the slut you are,' he growled, his voice rough with frustration from watching Lord Jonathan claim her earlier. That big cock she'd taken tonight—Lord Jonathan pounding her pussy while Rich was tied up —fueled his dominance, making him want to mark her as his.

Rich killed the engine abruptly, the truck jolting to a stop on the roadside grass. He shoved the door open and slid out, dragging Lizzy with him by her hair. Her heels hit the ground unevenly, but she followed, eyes glazed with lust. He spun her around, bending her over the truck bed, her hands bracing on the cold metal frame. Yanking up her short dress, he exposed her bare ass and dripping pussy—no panties, just slick folds begging for more.

'Fuck, you're soaked from his load still leaking out,' Rich muttered, rubbing his cockhead against her swollen lips, parting them with his thickness. He didn't wait—slamming in balls-deep in one brutal thrust, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. No slow build; he fucked her fast and hard, hips snapping forward, his hands gripping her waist hard enough to bruise.

Lizzy moaned loud, the sound echoing into the night, her curvy body jolting with each pounding stroke. 'Yes, Sir! Fuck your slut harder!' Her pussy walls fluttered, milking his cock as he railed her, the wet slaps of skin on skin mixing with her gasps. Rich's mind flashed to Lord Jonathan again—the way she submitted, taking that massive dick while he was bound and made to watch. Lizzy came so hard, so many times—but now he owned her, releasing his pent-up rage into her greedy hole.

He pulled out suddenly, his cock slick with her juices and Jo's remnants, and pressed the head against her tight asshole. 'You took him everywhere tonight—now take me here,' he demanded, pushing in slowly at first, feeling her ring stretch around his girth. Lizzy whimpered, pushing back submissively, her body trembling as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried in her ass.

Rich gripped her hips tighter, starting a punishing rhythm—fucking her ass raw and deep, the tightness gripping him like fire. Her moans turned to cries, her fingers clawing the truck bed, but she arched for more, craving the multiple invasions, the submissive thrill of being used by cock after cock. Sweat beaded on his skin, his balls slapping her pussy with each thrust, building that urgent pressure...

But he wasn't done yet, the night stretching out with endless possibilities, her body his to command. He was so worked up he was not sure how long he would last. She was horny and came after a few thrusts. His own orgasm came quickly after. His seed exploded out of him and into her backdoor. A few more slow thrusts and he pulled himself free. His body was at peace. Loving how he felt. He helped Lizzy back into the truck and climbed back into the driver’s seat. Starting the truck, he pulled out slowly and headed home.

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