Master’s dirty talk sends a wash of heat over me that’s amplified by Sir’s strong arms spreading me for Master’s penetration. They are co-conspirators in my torment, and though Sir seems hesitant, he too wants to see what will happen next. This is the power Master wields; he’s able to tap into our most primal fears and desires and summon them in equal measure for his erotic theater.
Master tells me to take a deep breath, then pushes the dildo steadily inside. I throb and ache andburnand even though I want it, want to please my Master, my instinct is always to squirm and try to get away, which is probably why Sir is holding me so securely. Sir whispers in my ear, tells me I’m a good boy, a very sexy one too, and he likes seeing me stuffed with something other than his brother’s dick. That if I can take his monster cock, I can take this one too. He even promises to give me something sweet later as a reward, which knowing Sir could easily be his dick smothered in Nutella.
Master continues, a deviant look in his eyes, until I’ve swallowed it whole. My hole is dilated to its farthest diameter as Master sweeps one slick finger around my rim, excited by the tension in my body and seeing me stuffed so full. It reminds me of when he first started trying out his toys on me, methodically testing to see how much I could take and how slow he might have to go so that I didn’t tear. He even made Dr. Greyson nervous with some of his “experiments.”
Sweat drips down my face and beads on my chest from the intense pressure against my prostate. I feel drunk and dazed and a little wild as I try to pay attention to my Master’s rhythmic words.
“There you are,” Master says softly, seeing the masochist within me or perhaps it’s my demons he’s speaking to directly, loving and accepting them as well. “What are you thinking, Giovanni?” Master says like God speaking to Moses on the mount.
“I’m praying for my Master to be merciful.”
Master shakes his head with a slow smile of satisfaction. “Master will give you only as much as you can handle and no more,” he assures me, which we both know is quite a lot. “For a slave to be subservient they must trust that their Master will dominate them properly,” Master says as he slowly drags the tip of the dildo over my tender, pulsing gland. “A good Dom is creative about all the ways in which he can make use of his sub’s body. I’m not content to only penetrate my slave physically, I wish to pierce his soul. Am I doing that, Giovanni?”
“Yes, Master.”
Master slowly torments me with the dildo, speaking to Sir about his technique, while I start to drift again. When I eventually orgasm for a second time, it’s a hightide that has been steadily building and finally overtakes the shore. My body feels similarly overwhelmed. Master has proven once again that my pleasure and my pain truly belong to him, that I come because he allows it. I am wholly owned.
Master delays in removing the dildo, partly for my own sense of well-being and also because he likes seeing a big, fat dick shoved deep in my ass and he knows my prostate is incredibly sensitive right now, which gives him an added thrill. There is no resistance on my part when he shifts it inside me for maximum discomfort, and that’s how Master knows I’ve surrendered to him completely. When at last the toy is withdrawn, Master massages my hole to make sure it’s still functioning properly. My high starts to fade, and I’m left with a deep aching satisfaction that will carry me through.
“Thank you, Master,” I say meekly, so wrung out and exhausted that I can hardly move. “Thank you, Sir.”
Master nods sagely while Sir kisses my neck and shoulder and the sensitive place behind my ear.
“I’m beginning to understand,” Sir says.
The feeling I have is triumphant.
“Gratitude shouldn’t be onlyin response to a gift,” Master says a little while later while I’m lying boneless in Sir’s arms, “but a practice that is cultivated and reinforced daily. Giovanni, what are you grateful for?”
We might be here all night if asked this question. Master, seeming to know that, says, “Pick three things, one for each of us.”
“I’m grateful for your teachings, Master, and your willingness to share our virtues with Sir. I’m grateful to Sir for seeking to understand. I’m grateful to my body for its ability to serve.”
“Very good,” Master says. “I’m grateful for your gift of submission that you give to me every day without reservation. I’m grateful to my brother for caring for you in my absence. And I’m grateful to be living here in this beautiful paradise with my brother and my boy.”
Sir is nervous when he speaks and a little shaky too, which is unusual for him. “I’m grateful to Giovanni for giving me his trust. I’m grateful to you, Valentin, for sharing Giovanni with me, and I’m grateful to have been able to learn from the two of you.”
“Bene.And now the importance of aftercare. This is how you reassure your sub of the bond you have with them because many times, after such an endorphin rush, there is a drop or a coming down period, and it’s usually stronger for the sub. They may get weepy or angry or upset. In Giovanni’s case, he cannot be left alone, even to get him a glass of water, so you must come prepared with everything you’ll need to take care of him.
“This is my favorite part,” Sir says while I luxuriate in his embrace.
“You are a good cuddler,” I tell him.
“I am the best cuddler,” he corrects and kisses my nose.
Master watches us with his quixotic smile that tells me he is feeling something bittersweet. “Since you seem to have this part down already, I’ll make us dinner.”
Master leaves and I snuggle deeper into Sir’s arms. He tells me again that he appreciates my willingness to be explored and used for demonstration. I tell him it’s my pleasure, truly.
“Do you think I’d make a good Dom?” he asks, serious this time.
“I think so, if you’re willing to listen and learn, not just from Master but from your submissive too.”
“From you, you mean?”
“I suppose,” I say shyly, uncertain as to whether I should be having these possessive feelings toward Sir. I am only his for now and for the purposes of his training. I belong to Master, eternally. “And you’re very intuitive when it comes to bodies. I think you have a beautiful heart too.” I go silent, afraid I may have revealed too much.
“You have a beautiful heart, Giovanni,” Sir says, “almost as nice as your ass.”
