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Isaac's moans got louder and louder. His body shook as he arched his back. He felt himself get closer and closer to his climax. He let out a loud moan, head lolling backwards. Then the vibrations stopped.
His hips twitch forward as he lets out a pathetic whine, slowly lifting his head to look at his tormentor. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes as he let out soft whimpers.
Ronald simply glanced over and smiled down at him, the controller in his right hand and the script to the Golden Rose Theatre's upcoming play in the other.
Ronald sat atop the red velvet sofa of his living room while Isaac kneeled on the floor in front of Ronald, arms restrained with black leather cuffs behind his back. A crimson leather collar fit snug around his neck. Not tight enough to choke, but tight enough for him to feel it. Hanging off the collar was a gold tag, bone-shaped with Ronald'sengraved into it.
The controller Ronald held was for the vibrator nestled inside him, pressing against his most sensitive places. Each time he felt himself coming close to orgasming, Ronald would turn the vibrator off.
It drove Isaac crazy. What frustrated him the most was Ronald’s lack of acknowledgement. They had been doing this for almost two hours, and Ronald had only given him one glance.
Isaac let out a strangled noise of frustration, the buildup escaping him. He looked at the script in Ronald’s hands. He seemed to almost be done reading, but Isaac didn’t know how much longer he could be good.
Ronald begins turning the vibrations back up slowly. Isaac moans, thighs wobbling from the pleasure and having kneeled for so long.
He turns the vibrations up, and Isaac’s head falls forward, feeling a familiar sensation quickly pool in his gut. More loud moans leave his lips as he gets closer to climaxing. He tries his best to stay still and be good, but he can't help but buck his hips. He wants to finish, but he needs something more.
Ronald turns the vibrations off again, causing Isaac to let out another sad pathetic whine. He knows he’s not allowed to speak unless spoken to, so he shifts his knees forward and lays his head on the other's thigh, looking up at Ronald to get his attention.
Ronald hums, lowering the script and looking down at the pitiful man beneath him, “What is it, mutt?” Isaac whimpers at the name.
He swallows, knowing he shouldn’t ask, “P–please let me–” He cuts himself off with a choked moan, Ronald turning the vibrator to the highest setting.
He had set the script on the side table, his full attention now on Isaac. “You couldn’t even wait until I was finished? Insatiable whore.” He sneered, leaning down and tugging Isaac up by the ring of his collar. Isaac’s eyes rolled back, twitching as he felt himself get close, slick dripping down his thighs.
Ronald tugs on the collar again, “You’re always so needy, is it so hard to be good and patient?” Isaac lets out choked moans and sobs, feeling himself get closer and closer to his climax. The vibrator hitting all of his sensitive places, causing his legs to shake as he kneeled.
Isaac’s head fell back, a loud choked moan leaving his lips as he climaxed. Ronald pulled his hand back from the collar, watching as Isaac fell back. He doesn’t stop the vibrator, causing Isaac to let out sobs and whines as he becomes overstimulated.
It was becoming too much, tears fell from Isaac’s eyes as he sat there and twitched pitifully.
“Are you ready to be good?” Ronald asked, resting his cheek on his hand, looking down at Isaac. He dangled the remote teasingly, watching Isaac squirm on the ground.
“Y-yes!–” Isaac moans, twisting in an attempt to escape the overstimulation.
The vibrations stop. Ronald smiles, straightening back up. He turns his arm to look at his wristwatch, smile dropping, “Hm, it seems we have to do this quickly. I have a meeting with Inference soon.”
He unbuttons his pants and pulls Isaac up by the collar, pulling him onto his knee. He pulls the vibrator out, causing Isaac to let out a soft whimper. He turns to lay Isaac on the sofa, clear slick leaking between his legs falls onto it, staining the velvet fabric.
Ronald kneels between Isaac’s legs, pulls his cock out from his pants and lines himself up. He slowly pushes in, groaning at the tightness. Isaac lets out soft pants and whimpers as Ronald continues pushing in.
In one smooth motion, he pushes all the way in, a loud moan escaping Isaac’s lips. He felt so full. Ronald began moving, slowly pulling out and then forcefully thrusting back in. Isaac lets out soft whimpers at each thrust.
Isaac’s eyes are glassy, his head feeling foggy as Ronald thrusted into him. The dull pain of his arms underneath him going unnoticed.
Ronald begins thrusting faster, setting a brutal pace. He leans down, capturing Isaac’s lips in a kiss. Isaac moans, allowing Ronald to deepen it.
Ronald was too focused on Isaac, not noticing the knocking on his front door. He brings his hand down to thumb at Isaac’s clit. Moans and whimpers continue leaving Isaac’s lips as he feels himself coming close to orgasming again.
The door suddenly opens, causing Ronald to break the kiss and straighten up, looking at the door. Inference looks back at him, his mouth agape. Isaac lets out a pathetic sound, upset at Ronald for stopping.
Inference takes in the scene, Isaac Goodwin, husband of Elsa Goodwin, lying on his comrades sofa with a collar on.
“Shit– I lost track of time.” Ronald cursed, still inside Isaac.
Isaac had finally acknowledged Inference, turning his head to look at him, “Oh! It’s Mr. Infey–” Isaac says, a lopsided smile on his face.
Inference swallows, staring at Isaac. He looked at the collar around Isaac’s neck, unable to read what the golden tag said. His face was flushed, tears stained his cheeks, and a dazed look was on his face, clearly out of it.
Ronald clears his throat, “You mind coming back another time? Unless you’re trying to join.” He says the last part with a chuckle.
“Hey– Join us, Infey!” Isaac smiles, eyes forming crescent shapes. He was definitely out of it, nothing like the Isaac Goodwin Inference had known.
“What the hell did you do to Mr. Goodwin?!” Inference says accusingly, eyes finally breaking away from Isaac.
“I didn’t do anything," Ronald says, glancing down at Isaac and then looking back at Inference. He noticed the tent forming in the other’s pants. Ronald smirked, “It’s not my fault he’s such a whore, how about you join us? You clearly want to.”
Inference feels his face burn. He frowns, "It’s not like that–”
“C’mon Infey–” Isaac pleads, smiling at Inference. He feels blood rush to his lower half.
Despite his better judgement, Inference slowly walks over, shrugging off his coat and loosening the ribbon around his neck. Ronald smirks, dragging Isaac up by the collar, causing the other to let out a choked sound. He pulls out and turns Isaac around.
Inference kneels on the sofa across from Isaac, slowly unbuttoning his pants. His cock was shorter than Ronald's, but wider.
Isaac smiles, spreading his knees wider, displaying himself for the other.
“You can take his cunt. No need for prep, he likes it rough.” Ronald smirks, circling the rim of Isaac’s hole, pushing in dry.
Isaac mewls, the pain intoxicating. Inference aligns himself with Isaac’s wet entrance, pushing in slowly.
Isaac lets out a loud moan, feeling himself be filled in both places.
Inference slowly pulled out, and then slowly pushed in, groaning at the tightness. Ronald thrusts without consideration for the other, the only lubricant being from earlier.
Inference moved his hands to grip Isaac’s waist as he thrusts into him, pulling Isaac into his thrusts. He starts moving faster, groaning as Isaac clenches around him.
Ronald began biting and sucking on the other’s neck, leaving purpling bruises and teeth marks behind.
Isaac groans, feeling himself get closer to climaxing. His whines and moans grow louder, unable to speak.
Ronald lifts his head up, looking at Inference who was staring at Isaac’s collar.
“Do it. I know you want to.” Ronald teases, continuing his harsh thrusts.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Inference replied, tugging on Isaac’s collar causing him to let out a choked whine.
Isaac let out a strangled moan, back arching as he leaned back onto Ronald. Inference felt himself getting closer too, letting out grunts as he began thrusting faster.
Isaac twitched, letting out a loud moan as he climaxed. Ronald and Inference groaned, feeling Isaac clench around them.
Isaac fell limp against Ronald as they continued to fuck into him. Inference’s thrusts became erratic, getting closer to his climax.
He let out a groan as he climaxed, filling Isaac. Isaac twitched, whimpering at the feeling himself be filled. He let out soft sobs as Ronald continued pounding into him, getting closer to his own release.
Ronald did a final harsh thrust, filling Isaac. Isaac whimpered. Feeling full in both places. His release mixed with the other's dripped onto the sofa, staining it.
“Isn’t he a good whore?” Ronald asks, pulling out of Isaac and looking at Inference.
Inference frowns, rolling his eyes.