BDSM Mansion

I survived the first week with only being disciplined four times. My tongue was being rubbed bare. I'd ingested so much ass-cum my appetite was waning. 

Master Avery, his twin slaves, and I had a routine of stopping at the Annex coffee house each morning on the way to the Dungeon. Every day the boys would present their asses to their master right there in the cafe. No shame. And, it became so distracting, Avery constantly had his fingers in the boys's asses. God, don't let this be jealousy I'm feeling. 

The good news is Avery is feeding me plenty of information about BDSM. The practice, the community, the people. 

Today the boys have been scheduled to do a scene in the theater. Master Avery will lead the scene, being the sadist to their masochism. The only thing I know for sure is that both boys will be fisted and that they got to choose the paddle or whip Master Avery would use on them afterwards. Fisted and whipped. The boys were excited ever since the scene had been scheduled. They had no say in the details of the scene, but begged to be able to cum at some point. Their master had agreed as long as he is the one to direct that particular item. 

The twins are most often with their master, but still manage a bit of alone time with me each day. Their input is priceless. Avery had a completely different POV. I'm thinking a story will come of this regardless of what the original intent was. 

The boys were raised in a middle class loving family, came out in high school to very little criticism, intended on going to college. Their parents were supportive of their sexuality until they learned the boys were escorting in the evenings. The line had been drawn, live at home and go to college or continue escorting and receive no further support.  

The boys were having too much fun and financial success from escorting, their response was to do both. They had started banking their earnings and after a few on line classes they invested that money. 

They got the AA degree and their parents were proud but thought it best they get an apartment of their own. 

They started escorting at 15, left home at 18 and ended up being in a M/s relationship at 20. 

When not sleeping with the master, we three would play in their bedroom. Totally against Master Avery's rules but they said they'd been doing it since the beginning of the relationship. I didn't believe Avery was unaware off this taboo activity. He's just too smart. His compassion shows when he goes out of his way to keep his two boys happy. Unlike some masters he trusts them on their own. 

The day of the boys's scene, they were giddy from the time they got up with their master. Seeing several new love bites, I figured their evening was busy. But they were beyond excited. They giggled through breakfast, giggled through their extensive douching, giggled on the way to the coffee house as well as while being fingered by Master Avery. 

Arriving at the Dungeon the twins were being lauded before the scenes even began. I guess when they were on stage the show was greatly anticipated. The public area was more crowded than usual, come to find out it wasn't just because of the twins. 

There is always quite a few guys at the club every day. Avery explained most of them lived at the Academy Annex and when not here were filming porn. 

There was one other scene, a slave hogtied and put into a type of pillory where his chin rests in a metal brace  Totally incapacitated. His master was fucking his mouth after having inserted an estim plug into his ass. He was in chastity. The device was a cage of sorts, seemed to allow a dick to engorge to certain point and no further. Now that would hurt  A metal rod was inserted into the penis. Apparently the rod as well as the plug were estim controlled remotely by the master. As the man removes his cock from the boys mouth I see he has been fitted with a ring gag.  The master began tapping on the remote in his hand. The young hogtied boy would stiffen and groan as the electric current was increased. 

"Good boy" 

The master circles his slave and tests the bindings while occasionally tweaking the estim device. The boy was jerking violently at one point and the master patted the boys butt and pushed the plug in further. 

"Thirsty?"

The man began pissing into the boys mouth. I could tell he was struggling to swallow all the master was giving him, a puddle formed below. 

"Good boy. Everything that comes out of my cock belongs inside you "

The master left the stage as two subs scurried to lick up the puddle that had formed under the boys mouth. I'm sure glad that wasn't my assignment. 

"After the twins the boys from the Annex are filming a short for their website. A master/ slave party scene they said. We were offered to join, the twins especially. But no one touches those boys holes but me." He said this with a wink. Made me shudder. 

The twins had been practicing on some large cones.  Widening their assholes   to accommodate the fisting they were about to receive. I grimaced imagining how those sweet looking rose bud assholes were being purposely assaulted. Just the day before we three were in the boys bedroom where they convinced me to eat their asses. Not that I hadn't already been invited to that delight, but I knew those precious holes were going to be destroyed the next day. 

Positioned in slings which were close enough together for the boys to see each other, their limbs were bound to the chains. They displayed reddened butt holes dripping lube. The bright expectant smiles were disconcerting. I had grown fond of the boys, this seemed like such a desecration.  Those beautiful boys, those perfect bodies. The sweet boys I'd grown so close to in the short time I'd known them. Soon to be splayed and tormented to give the appearance of large red rose blossoms. Then they will delightedly prolapse those once pink rosebuds to the cheers of those watching.  

Master Avery and the master of the hogtied boy were to perform the debacle. Since Master Avery allowed no one else to enter the boys's assholes, he alone would fist the twins. Avery's hands and forearms were doused with lube by the other master. He entered those two assholes the same way his cock so often does. With a single plunge. The boys bodies stiffened and arched at this brutal assault. Master Avery immediately started pistoning in the holes, his pace quickening and his arms were thrust deeper with each stroke. Within  60'seconds his entire forearm was buried. Abruptly his arms were both pulled out, then punched back into the dripping holes. The holes were enlarging. Several times this was repeated, each time the boys groaned painfully, the chains rattling with their struggles. A smooth rhythm was reached and hands and arms moved in and out, fucking these boys's assholes. The twins were groaning  but the tone had changed to one of pleasure. They both have hardons.   

What the fuck am I doing here? I don't believe what I'm seeing. 

They're tone changed again when Master Avery went back and forth between them to introduce another hand and arm in their asses. Now they were being double fisted. I can barely watch. The red flesh from inside is so evident now. This was not so pleasurable as the former treatment. 

The end finally came, grinning broadly, Master Avery stepped back to admire his work.  The boys were purposefully pushing to prolapse. I'm almost heartbroken those boys's assholes looked so destroyed.  

A break was ordered so the boys could recover before the second half of their scene. 

Yes, the boys were not done. 

The second part was to be as brutally awful as the first. They were strapped to two St Andrew's crosses. Master Avery and his partner in crime held leather paddles, at least that's what they looked like. These straps were used to whip the boys backs, butts and legs. The red welts looked cruelly painful. The boys never took their eyes off one another. Their cries were pitiful, eyes shedding tears. My heart was bleeding for them. 

Then they were turned around and bound in place to avail the chest, abdomen, thighs and legs to equal attention. No hardons now. The beating continued. The once flawless bodies were striped with the master's branding. 

Master Avery and the other master unbound the boys and carried them to a room for aftercare. I was definitely going to help with that. 

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"Slave! Stay here with the twins , keep applying the cream to the marks. I'll be back to check in on them throughout the day. But it's your job to continue the aftercare for my boys. "

Turning to leave, Avery stops to face me. " I know how you feel about them. I'm glad. "

Again leaving and again addressing me " They'll want to cum pretty soon."

I'm speechless. Again. These two lumps of reddened flesh will want to cum? No fucking way. 

The filming was of several leathered up masters tag teaming five small trainees from the Academy. Their asses were fucked and spanked as were their mouths. Each master had his turn with each boy. The boys mouths and asses dripped cum all over the stage floor. 

Yep, in between aftercare visits to the twins I was assigned, with the other two slaves, to lap up the mess. 

Derick and Erick had recovered enough to turn painfully to lay on their backs. Both grateful for the attention their scars were getting, weak smiles had returned to their faces. Their hands were clasped together laying side by side. 

"Thank you Jason. "

"You're welcome but damn guys look at you"

Their smiles widened, heads nodded.  Miraculously the two erections  returned. 

"The master agreed to let you help us orgasm. "

Speechless. Again. 

"Please, Jason "

They were too weak to grasp their penises for more than a minute or two. 

Taking great pains to not touch their painful looking bodies, I grasped them both.  Pouring lube on the hardons I was amazed (AND I MEAN TRULY AMAZED) these dicks were hard and so ready to please their owners. Slowly pumping, I attending to the boys simultaneously. Stroking these boys was painful to me but they were loving it. Except for the occasional fondling of their balls I stroked them both. The heads oozed small amounts of precum. I captured the droplets and delivered them to their mouths. They groaned and began stiffening and shaking alternately. They orgasms were coming at the same time. I felt both dicks grow anxious in anticipation of what they were  soon to disgorge. 

"Mouth, Jason. Mouth. Now"

The cum came bursting through those tiny slits to meet my welcoming tongue. Going back and forth I managed to satisfy both of these wonderfully beautiful boys. Licking the drops

of cum from their bodies, and licking the still stiff penises I felt oddly rewarded. Swallowing and grinning, I hope I showed my gratitude in their special request. 

Still holding hands the boys closed their eyes and slept peacefully. Yes "peacefully "   They smiled and were reveling in their pain. The orgasm toppered their performance.  The grand finale. 

And they wanted it with me.