A Much Needed Break

Garrett wailed even as Arlon tightened his grip around his throat. "Not yet," Arlon growled into his ear. "You don't cum until I tell you to."

Arlon's length slid out of him, and Garrett whimpered as he felt his hole try and fail to close, muscles twitching at the loss. He was left empty and wanting as Bridgette loosened her grip, his testicles aching. He was shoved forward onto the bed a moment later, landing face down with his caged cock trapped under him.

He was pushed onto his back a second later, his arms still bound behind him. Someone touched his cock, and with no one holding him back, he arched and bucked his hips against the gentle hand. A stinging slap landed against his cheek, jolting him back into himself. He shivered hard but remembered his manners and lay still.

"He's getting desperate," Arlon chuckled. Garrett heard the rush of water and glimpsed the grandmaster cleaning his still-hard cock at the sink in the corner. "Shame we're not done with him yet."

Bridgette straddled his waist as she grinned down at him, gently stroking the handprint she had left on his cheek. "Let's see how he does with the cage off," Bridgette purred. "We can always lock him back up without finishing if he misbehaves."

Garrett whimpered but stayed still, his eyes wide. He knew and dreaded what came next. Arlon walked back over, clothes fully discarded, his impressive cock hard, and a shiny silver key in hand.

It took all of Garrett's self control to stay still as Arlon slid the key into the little lock on his cage. Gentle hands slid the metal off, and Garrett's cock sprung free. It didn't take more than Bridgette's gentle touch to bring him fully erect, and he whimpered miserably. At least with his cock locked away, they didn't have access to it either. Now, he was fully exposed and vulnerable to whatever torments they chose for him.

Bridgette teased the throbbing tip of his cock even as she pulled out a small length of thin rope. She straddled his chest, back to him and started to tie his cock and balls. She wove it around his shaft and testicles before pulling it snug. The tie kept his testicles forced away from his body, and he knew from experience that he wouldn't be able to orgasm with them like this. He let out an anguished little moan as she tied the rope off before giving the tip of his cock a teasing little kiss.

Garrett's arms ached from behind secured behind him, but the soft bed helped absorb some of the discomfort. Bridgette didn't stay on top of him for long, either. As soon as she finished tying him, she moved down between his legs, smirking as she brushed his painfully hard cock with feather light touches.

The bed dipped as Arlon knelt next to him. A gentle hand touched the mark that Bridgette had left on his cheek before reaching up to his braid again. "You've been neglecting me, too," Arlon said. He yanked hard enough that Garrett gasped, arching as pain jolted through his scalp. Arlon caught his open lips in a punishing kiss.

Garrett melted under him, stunned by the intensity of it. Abused by teeth before soothed with tongue and lips. When Arlon pulled away, Garrett was panting, eyes half-closed. Arlon grabbed his braid and pulled Garrett's head towards his cock.

"I think you owe me a property apology as well."

Garrett obediently opened his mouth, and the grip on his hair tightened. He met Arlon's cock eagerly, sucking his length into his mouth. Arlon moaned appreciatively as Garrett's split tongue worked it's magic on him as well, gripping his shaft before teasing his head. A quiet swear passed Arlon's lips before he tightened his grip on Garrett's braid and thrust deeper.

Garrett's eyes slid closed in concentration as he opened his throat. Arlon's size was no easy thing to accommodate, though they'd trained him on that front too. Even so, Arlon could still surprise him, but tonight, it was Bridgette's turn. The heat of her mouth shattered his concentration when it suddenly enveloped his cock.

Garrett gagged, and Arlon pulled away before shaking his braid roughly. "Is that how you apologize?" he asked.

"No, Master!"

It was the grandmaster that looked down at him now. The caster who could unmake him - break him down and remold him like clay. The man who didn't suffer mistakes, even if that mistake had everything to do with Bridgette's lips dragging up the side of his cock, tongue just barely teasing his flesh.

It was a losing situation, and Arlon seemed to know it. He smirked before he leaned down. Garrett braced, expecting another attack on his lips, but instead, Arlon kissed his forehead. "I'll remind you how to properly apologize."

The gag slid into his mouth, forcing his jaws apart. Garrett moaned around the ring as Arlon tightened the leather behind his head. Arlon straddled his shoulders before guiding his cock into Garrett's forced-open mouth just as Bridgette swallowed his length.

Garrett shouted, and no amount of long trained self-control could stop him from bucking. Bridgette rode his hips while Arlon kept him pinned as his cock thrust deep into his mouth. The persistent lap of Bridgette's tongue turned his cock and angry purple. Tears leaked from his eyes as Arlon fucked his throat, setting a pace that he'd feel the next day - if he could talk at all.

Arlon brought his hips to Garrett's nose, smothering him, choking him, before letting up again, his pace never slowing. Bridgette started to speed up, her tongue circling the swollen tip of his cock until he screamed around Arlon, legs kicking helplessly. Bridgette simply pulled her mouth away and pinned his legs with her weight before swallowing him to the root.

Between the two of them, Garrett's attention was hopelessly split. He couldn't keep up. Couldn't do anything more than accept it. Lost between them, his mind went blissfully, euphorically quiet. He didn't know how long they continued, and it didn't matter. He was theirs to use as they saw fit. They would take care of him.

His hips rolled under Bridgette, a desperate plea. He clenched his eyes shut and was smothered again as Arlon sheathed his cock deep. Garrett felt him swell and braced as Arlon emptied his seed down his throat.

Bridgette's mouth pulled away from his cock a second later, and Garrett wailed hoarsely, saliva leaking from the corners of his forced-open mouth. He let out a desperate sob as he arched his hips, searching for her. Mindless with need.

Their voices cut through his fog.

"Has he earned it now, love?"

He could hear Bridgette's smile as she said. "Yes."

Someone pushed him to sit just as someone else touched his testicles. He arched back, his head resting on Arlon's shoulder. The grandmaster loosened the gag and let it fall. "You've been very good tonight," Arlon murmured against his neck. "Are you ready to finish, love?"

"Yes! Master, please, please-"

Arlon slid a hand over his mouth, muffling his broken sob as Bridgette finished untying his balls and shaft. A moment later, the bar securing his arms released. They fell limp to his sides, tingling with pins and needles. His cock throbbed in time with every beat of his heart.

He moaned as Arlon pulled him back against his chest. He was moved to his knees, so they rested on either side of Arlon's lap. Bridgette pressed against his front, trapping his painfully erect cock between them.

"He's been so very good for us," Bridgette purred against his lips. She draped a necklace of uncharged focuses around his neck before guiding his hand around his cock. She poured lotion onto his tip, letting it drip down his hand.

Arlon's chuckle rumbled against his back. "I think he's earned it."

Garrett gasped as his hand found his erection. His tingling fingers felt like they belonged to someone else as they wrapped around his girth. Bridgette chuckled and reclaimed his mouth even as Arlon pressed two fingers into his stretched hole. Garrett took it as the permission it was and started stroking his length.

"So good," Bridgette murmured against his lips. "Always so good."

His cock jumped, tip leaking. Arlon's fingers found that spot inside of him, petting him in long, firm strokes. Garrett's hips jumped, a low wail of pleasure escaping him. "We'll take care of you," Arlon murmured, his other arm tightening around his chest.

Bridgette draped her arms behind his shoulders, kissing him deeply while still giving his hand enough room to work. Garrett's strokes sped up even as the focuses sparked. "You've earned it," she whispered. "You deserve this."

Garrett couldn't argue. Not with them. Heat built at the base of his cock, and Arlon's fingers stoked to a fire. He arched in-between them with a cry of bliss. "Please! Mistress! Master!"

Arlon's chuckle rumbled against his ear. "Cum for us, Garrett."

He was ever obedient. His orgasm rocked through him, his body clenching as the waves of heat coursed through him. His cry of release roared through the quiet room, a sound of pure relief. His vision went fuzzy, every muscle clenching as the pleasure raced through him like a lightning strike.

It seemed to last an eternity before Garrett slumped between them, sobbing softly with relief and gratitude and love. Bridgette's arms tightened around him as Arlon's fingers slid free. He collapsed, a broken thing, but both of them were there to hold him until he could pick up the pieces of himself.

Quiet praise trickled into his ears like the murmur of a river. They called him beautiful and capable and so very, very good. It made him sob all the harder as he broke open like a dam. In the wake of the physical release, the mental release crashed hot on its tail.

He let it all out. Let himself feel the grief of losing yet another person, the elation of sending someone home, the admission of just how godsdamned tired he was. It all came flooding out, but Bridgette and Arlon held onto him tightly, ballasts in the sea of emotions.

He wasn't sure how long it took to pass, but when it did, he felt wonderfully, blissfully empty. Body, mind and spirit placid in the wake of the storm.

"You're alright, love," Bridgette promised.

"We've got you," Arlon rumbled.

"We're right here."

He sank into them, letting his eyes slide closed. It was so easy to get lost between them, so easy to trust. They never failed to take care of him.

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