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I felt Mitch’s eyes on me, but I situated the chair so I wouldn’t be staring at him once I was in place, and I looked straight ahead once I assumed the position my Master had ordered me into.

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Will

I went to my sex kit and got a dental gag, since that would work better for Davy than a ring gag, and Mitch basically just doesn’t want the mouth to be able to close around him while he fucks it.

Mitch isextremelywell endowed, so it took me a few minutes to get the Jennings gag installed and open all the way. Davy’s jaw was going to be hurting something awful before Mitch finished, but sometimes it sucks to be the slave. Though, honestly, Davy’s enough of a masochist, the pain might very well work for him.

As soon as he was ready, I stepped behind him, lowered my jeans, donned a condom, and looked up to Mitch, who was standing in front of my boy with his dick in his hand, encased in the condom I’d given him.

“I’ll go in first,” I said, “so I can feel it when you bottom out down in his chest somewhere.”

He grinned at me, and I pulled the plug from Davy’s ass and stuck my dick in. My boy was open for me, thanks to the plug, and I went in fast and hard, and then held.

“Your turn.”

Mitch and I have double-teamed more people than I could possibly count. Hundreds and hundreds, over the years, so we hit our rhythm right off the bat, both of us going in at the same time, pulling out at the same time, pounding my boy at both ends.

I knew my boy had been used this way by Carlos a whole lot, and with Bubbles a handful of times, so it wasn’t new to him, but it was the first time I’d shared him with someone, and it was a big deal.

It’s the ultimate statement of ownership, isn’t it? Sharing your slave means he’s actuallyyours. It isn’t play pretend. It’s real.

And okay, having his dick pierced so I can more easily lock it up once it heals is also a big deal, but this felt like more. Of course, it wasn’t my dick being pierced, so maybe the other was a bigger deal to Davy. I probably wouldn’t ask him, and yet, I was a little curious.

We fucked him a good forty minutes before we both blew — it’s always something of a competition, with Mitch, but I almost always win. Today was no different, so I kept fucking my boy another couple of minutes after Mitch came, dropped the condom on the floor, pulled his pants back up, and sat on the sofa to wait until I was done.

When I finished, I dropped my own condom where I stood, removed the dental gag from my boy’s mouth, and told Davy, “Deal with the condoms and the gag, and then go back to the corner while Mitch and I talk.”

I had some more business to go over with Mitch, so it was another fifteen minutes before he left. When the door closed behind him, I called Davy to me from the corner and walked him to the shower.

Chapter 27

Davy

Master washed me all over with a big fluffy poof, though he was careful to keep it away from my dick, and he held me and kissed me and told me he loved me.

“If you’d been allowed an orgasm, would you’ve been able to?”

“I barely held onto it a few times, Master. I only managed because I knew how embarrassed you’d be if your slave couldn’t maintain control.”

“Oh yeah, that would’ve been bad. You’ve been trained well enough to keep from coming without permission.”

“I have, Master, but it was still a close call.”

He kissed my forehead. “I’m glad it was good for you.” He shrugged. “It’ll keep happening whether it is or not, but I think it’s better that it does it for you. I might even allow an orgasm next time. Or not.”

Master put the big stainless contraption back on my dick, and then we cuddled on the sofa and talked for a while.

I got a little excited when Master had me stand so he could take the thing off my dick, but he said, “It’s time for those tears, sweetheart. Stand a few feet away from the dining table and bend over so your hands are on it but your torso isn’t touching anything. Make adjustments as necessary so your back is arched and your ass in the air, legs spread. You know how I want you.”

“Any chance I can change my mind about needing tears, Master?”

“Nope.”

I was already moving when I asked the question because I know better than to hesitate when given an order. I knew I’d regret it if this didn’t happen, but while I got into position, I was regretting the fact I’d basically asked for it.

Master used his belt for a long, long time, and didn’t stop until far past when the tears started to flow.