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“We’re going to play a game.” The boss’ voice cut through the rush of blood that pooled at his head. He felt a hand wrap around his calf and what he assumed was the face of his boss nuzzled his leg. “You’re going to keep my cock in your mouth while I play with your pretty little pussy.” The boss’ hand came down and gently ran his hand over his toy’s shaved head. The toy whined and he wanted nothing more than to already have the boss’ cock in his throat. “Simple enough game, right?”
He clenched his stomach muscles and pulled himself up to mouth at the cock that was still hidden behind the boss’ zipper. “Please, boss, please, can I suck your cock, please.”
“You will, you will, don’t worry little toy, but first you have to hear the rules of the game.” The boss’ hand came down in a harsh smack on the toy’s cunt. “You are going to keep my cock in your mouth and just when you’re about to cum, I’m going to stop and Gerald is going to whip some art onto your back and ass.” The boss’ hand tapped at it’s bare pussy lips, “understand?”
He nodded frantically and groaned as the blood shifted in his head. “Boss, my head-”
The boss hummed thoughtfully, “the collar will keep you alive, you won’t die from blood pooling in your head… it’ll just hurt like a bitch.” With that he grinned as he fished his cock out of his pants and the toy eagerly dove onto the boss’ cock. “Oh, yeah, that’s it, toy.”
The boss gently ran one finger down the slit that was already dripping from earlier playtime with some of his men… or other toys, depending on how you looked at it. The toy whined around his cock and bobbed it’s head as it hung upside down. The boss slowly slid one of his fingers into the folds of the toy. The toy wanted to be referred to as male, despite it’s dripping pussy and eagerness for cock. The boss shrugged, a toy was a toy, no matter what gender it wanted to be. So long as the toy was functional and did what it was supposed to, he didn’t care what it called itself. The boss slid another finger alongside his first finger and brought up his other hand to gently roll the toy’s T-dick between his fingers.
The boss had barely gotten started with playing when the toy started shuddering and liquid gushed around his fingers, but the boss’ cock remained between the lips of his toy. He thrust his hips slowly and slapped his hand down on the toy’s pussy. The toy screamed around his cock in frustration as it’s orgasm was denied.
Gerald wasn’t an unattractive man, it was one of the reasons the Boss had left the man mostly alone, he liked pretty eye candy to watch while he played with his toys. He gave Gerald a look that promised a fate worse than a toy if he caught the boss’ fingers with the whip. Gerald gave a nod of acknowledgement, but his face remained as impassive as ever. The whip came down and a line of red appeared next to the boss’ fingers on the Toy’s exposed skin.
The toy squealed around his cock and thrashed in it’s bonds… but he didn’t hear any attempts at gratitude. He reached down and pulled on a nipple harshly, causing another squeal and round of thrashing. “Isn’t there something this toy is supposed to do?”
The toy groaned around him and began frantically trying to make noises that the boss supposed were meant to be thanks. The boss nodded in approval and began to move his fingers within the toy’s pussy again. “That’s it. Beg for more.”
The noises resumed and the boss gave a nod for Gerald to continue with his weapon. As the red lines began crossing over themselves, the toy began squirming again. It pulled itself off of his cock and panted for breath. “Puh, please, b-boss, I- I can’t.”
“What are the rules?” he growled as he thrust his fingers into the toy’s pussy, suddenly adding more fingers on the inward thrust and using both hands to pull the pussy open.
“Aurgh,” the toy screamed and he waved his cock in front of the toy’s face.
“Gratitude, begging, and sucking, those are the only things that your mouth is used for right now.” The boss shifted his hands so that he could slide four of his fingers on one hand further into the toy’s cunt. “My cock’s getting cold, toy.”
The toy groaned, then tilted it’s head and gobbled down the boss’ dick. He had to chuckle at the sudden enthusiasm, as if that would slow his hand entering their hole, or alleviate the lines that started forming a picture with the depth of red to the toy’s flesh.
The boss hummed as he watched Gerald work, he rested his hand inside the toy and used his other to absently twist and pull at it’s nub of a cock. “You have gotten quite good at that, Gerald, is that a rabbit?” Gerald hummed the affirmative and it was then that the Boss remembered he had named this toy to be his rope Bunny. He had to laugh. “Good job remembering, you can pick a toy to play with if you want.”
“I only wish to serve you, boss.”
The boss grinned at Gerald’s response. The perfectly trained toys that surrounded him and ran his business were his pride and joy and few more than Gerald. He would miss the man in the coming years after the man’s death, but that wasn’t for a while now. For the moment he grinned as he thrust his hips against the toy that hung in front of him. “Too right, Gerald. There’s a good toy.”
The whip faltered as Gerald shuddered and the boss laughed, “has it been too long since I played with you, Gerald?” The next strike of the whip gave the boss his answer and he laughed again. “I’ll keep that in mind… for now, you keep painting that picture on my rabbit’s ass.” He wrapped one of his hands around the toy’s thigh, “maybe make the ears longer.”
“Yes, boss.”