A Life of Bondage Cast:
- S- 26
- Jeremiah- 28
- Simon- 25
I walked in through the door into my home and nearly collapsed onto the floor from exhaustion. 60 hour work weeks, horrible coworkers, horrible bosses, an exhausting commute, things to think about when I got home, work first thing the next morning. I managed to make it the five steps to the couch before collapsing onto it and covering my face with my hands. I immediately felt tears begin to spill out and seep in between my fingers. I tried to stop them but it was too late, I could feel the insides of my hands getting wetter. I tried to cover my mouth with my hand to stifle the sobs but it didn’t do much good.
“Baby? Is that you?” A voice called out from the kitchen. It was Simon, the younger of my two boyfriends. Hearing him almost made me cry louder. Two boyfriends, two beautiful sexy boyfriends who would do anything for him and yet I was still crying over my life being miserable. It felt so selfish to cry when I had so many nice things.
“Babe?” I could hear his voice come closer and quickly tried to roll over and hide my face. I heard the quick shuffling of footstep and then large muscular hands pried my hands from my face. When I opened my eyes and blinked away the tears I was staring up at the concerned bright blue eyes of Simon. He was so tall, his shoulders were the perfect amount of broad and paired so well with his defined arms and chest. God, I loved when Simon could just pull me up and into his arms and make me feel safe. I watched as concern spread across his face and he leaned closer to try and soothe me. I reached up and ran mu hand through his short messy blonde hair and smiled. His presence was enough to calm me down.
“I’m fine, sorry. I don’t want to keep you from what you were doing.” Simon smiled at the touch but my words seemed to do little to convince him.
“Not a chance,” he said defiantly as he slid onto the couch behind me. I couldn’t help but smile as an arm wrapped around my waist and a face nestled into the back of my neck. His warm muscular form pulled me close and I melted into him. “Now come on tell me what’s wrong.”
As soon as he asked, a sob fell from my lips and I curled deeper into his embrace. It took me a few minutes to calm down enough to speak but Simon stayed there, holding me, caressing me, whispering soothing words in my ear until I finally could muster up words.
“I am just so tired. I feel like I’m about to break. I’ll be fine, I just need to rest. I’m sorry to bug you with this, I promise I’ll be ok-“ my words were cut off by a pair of lips. They, and the tongue waiting to pounce, cutting off my words in my throat. I melted into the touch and let out a small satisfied sigh. My boyfriends always knew how to make me feel better. The only way this could get better is if both of them were here, caring for me, kissing me, holding me. But, for now, Simon knew how to carry the weight for both of them. After a few minutes of gentle passionate kissing, I felt my mind begin to fade. Simons touch was so warm and calming that all my problems seem to slip away and with them, so did my consciousness. Darkness slowly overcame my brain and I drifted off into a blissful slumber.
Simon
I couldn’t help but chuckle as my boyfriend drifted off halfway through a deep and passionate kiss. That’s how I knew he was tired. Even the prospect of a nice makeout session could keep him awake. That thought did make the smile slide from my face for a second. Jeremiah and I had watched how hard he worked and felt so much pain watching him run himself into the ground. We both tried to convince him to take it easier and maybe quit his job, but he refused. He wanted to carry his weight, even though the rent was easily covered by the other two. He was too stubborn and prideful, he’d rather crack under the pressure than become a burden. We tried and tried and tried but he would never budge. The more he fought, however, and the more he focused his retorts around the idea of being useful, the clearer a proposal became in my mind. One that would make them all very very happy.
As soon as I heard the low soft snores of my boyfriend, I quietly slipped away and let him sleep. I get around for my phone and realized it was probably in the kitchen. I quietly crossed the room, doing whatever I could to not wake him up. I glanced around the room, scanning through the carnage of some cookies I had been attempting to bake for my phone. I finally found it under earth a layer of flower on the table. I clumsily dusted it off as I tried to get it unlocked. I wanted to talk to our other boyfriend and run my idea by him.
The phone began to ring and I slowly slipped a hand down to palm myself through my grey sweats. Images flashed in my mind of S on his knees every morning, prepared to serve me. I bit my lip and fought off a moan as the call rang a second time, them a third. Finally, before the fourth a voice answered.
“Hey babeeeee,” Jeremiah always had a joyful light to his voice that made me smile as soon as I heard it, “what’s up I have about five minutes before I have to get to a meeting.”
“S came home and was sobbing.” I answered quickly, my hand slipping beneath the waistband so I could touch myself directly. I felt a tingle crawl up my spine as I finally wrapped my fingers around my cock. I heard an angry sigh as the man on the other end of the line as he processed my words. There was a pause and then a second later a short and furious answer.
“Fuck,” Jeremiah muttered, his voice was dripping with contempt at whoever made our lovely boyfriend cry and feel sorrow.
“Yeah, I think his work is close to breaking him…” I continued, my hand not stopping its movements even with the more serious topic at hand. I was talented, I knew I could multitask.
“He needs to quit…” Jeremiah muttered like this was the thousandth time we’ve had this conversation.
“But you know he won’t, he wants to be useful, to be busy, to not be a burden.” I said, trying to keep a steady tone as I slowly began moving faster.
“He wouldn’t be!”
“To us maybe, but to him he would be.” I retorted just as quickly.
“So what do we do?” He asked, his voice thick with hurt and frustration. I let the question hang, debating my response. I knew what I wanted to but I worried it would cause more harm. I knew S had a kinkier side but refused to explore it because of his high strung nature. But I also knew that I could end up pushing him away if I wasn’t careful. I finally took a breath and spoke up.
“I have an idea, but I’m going to need your help convincing him,” I put the phone on speaker and slowly slipped my sweats down. I wanted them out of the way. I began stroking faster, the sound of my hand sliding along my length as I leaned back aginst the counter. I heard a small gasp through the phone and knew he figured out what I was doing on the other end.
“Do you remember that video we watched a few days ago when we both had the day off?
“Babe, that’s so fucking vague. We watched so much and fucked for so long that I could barely remember anything when I went to work the next day.”
“Fuck dont remind me, I am already horny enough.” I moaned out as a flood of other memories joined the blooming fantasy in his head. The sounds I made seemed to be doing their job because I could feel my boyfriends breathing becoming a little heavy. He was probably hard under his desk wishing he was here with me.
“Babe, I have to go to a meeting. I can’t be professional if I’m hiding a boner from my coworkers….” I laughed but didn’t stop.
“It was the one we, oh fuck I’m gonna cum, watched first. Do you remember, it had the model we both like.” I continued to stroke, my breath getting more ragged and uneven as I got closer and closer.
“What the fuck are you talking about- oh..” he paused, realization hitting just as I moaned out and came into my hand. “Do you mean…”
“Yep. I do mean that.” I said between deep breaths as I came down from the ecstasy of orgasm. I glanced down at the mess that stained my fingers and slowly ran my tongue across the surface, tasting my own stick sweet mess on my tastebuds. “I think it’s exactly what he needs. It will give him structure and order and, most importantly, he’ll feel useful.” Those last words earned me a moan as Jeremiah imagined what “useful” would mean in this context.
“Do you think he’ll do it? Would he even want to?” I caught a hint of eagerness and excitement amidst the uncertainty in his tone
“You’ve read some of the stories S has read. You know what gets him going sometimes. I think he needs it and just doesn’t know it. Once he gets started, fuck, he’ll love it and he’ll be such a good boy…”
“Fuck, stop talking. I hope he says yes. Don’t do anything until I get home. We’ll propose it together, we already have everything we’d need. You gather it all and I’ll be home in an hour.” I chuckled listening to how excited Jeremiah got as my fantasy spread to him as well.
“I promise to wait but you better hurry. I may put everything on him while he’s asleep. I know you’d hate to miss that chance.” I teased as I snapped a pic of my exposed and slowly rehardening cock. I sent it to the man on the other end of the call and heard a frustrated moan ring out almost as soon as it showed “delivered.”
“I’m going to kill you, I need to get ready for my meeting! Clean yourself up! I will be home later!” A second later the line went dead and I leaned back and chuckled some more. Today was going to be a good day in the end.
Jeremiah
After hearing Simon pleasuring himself over the phone, I practically broke the sound barrier driving home. Rush hour traffic decided to put a damper on my plans, however, and I found myself stuck for an hour in the bumper to bumper crawl of thousands of people trying to drive home. None of them had a pair of eager horny boyfriends waiting at home though, so I felt a bit righteous in my indignation. I nervously tapped my foot, trying to distract myself from the fantasy that had been invading my brain since the phone call. It wasn’t long before I pulled my cock out and began slowly stroking myself. Even once the traffic started moving my hand kept going, the ideas I had filling my mind with lust. When I finally pulled into our garage I looked down and saw I had leaked all over the front of my pants and made a huge mess.
“Soon S will be taking care of these kinds of messes,” I thought to myself as I tucked myself back inside of my work pants. I slammed the car door shut inside me and sprinted inside. I turned the corner into the kitchen and ran face first into Simons muscular back. I had always been so jealous of how fit and muscular he was. I was a twig compared to him. For most of our relationship people had always assumed I was a bottom and he was a top. We both had dabbled in both positions but largely preferred to be dominant tops, which we’d been able to do since adding S to our dynamic. S was such an eager sub bottom that these last few months we both have explored our dominant side and it would seem we were both hungry for more.
“Hey babe, someone’s eager, and- oh!” I blushed bright red when Simons eyes wandered down to the stains on the front of his jeans that made it pretty obvious what I did for most of my commute home.
“Oh wow, someone was quite horny on their way home. You made a mess.” A hand slipped around my waist and soon we were pressed closely together, out hardening lengths rubbing against one another through our clothes. I didn’t fight back, the feeling of someone rubbing against my cock was divine. There was also something so carnal and erotic about two tops rutting against each other as they fantasized about what they will do to the bottom waiting in the other room.
“Well of course I was, my boyfriend spent half the day whispering in my ear about all of his sexy ideas and fantasies. I challenge you not to be so horny you’d jerk yourself off while in the car lol lane.” I hissed as I roughly grabbed Simon’s hair and smashed our lips together. That shut the taller man up before he could make another cheeky remark.
“Is everything gathered?” I asked in between rough and passionate kisses. Maybe kisses wasn’t the right way to describe it, we were trying to devour each other. Teeth scrapped against lips and skin, bite marks were left along necks, we hungered for each other and for dominance.
“Yep,” was the only answer Simon could muster as he moaned into our battle, clearly enjoying the feeling of our tongues fighting for control. Eventually i pulled him away with a hand in his hair. I gave him one final kiss and smirked as he pouted playfully at the loss of intimate closeness he had just been enjoying. I smiled and couldn’t resist giving him one final gentle peck before pushing him towards the living room.
The pair entered and found the snoozing unconscious form of S curled up on the couch. Sitting on the coffee table beside him was a medium sized brown box that we had hidden in the back of the hall closet a few months ago. Years worth of kinky paraphernalia we had gathered as a couple before S joined our dynamic. We had always been a kinky pair and S expressed some interest in some kinky dynamics but never really matched our level when we had fun with him, so we never really got around to showing him all the raunchy things we had in our repertoire. Until today that was…
I crouched down next to the couch and gently shook the shoulder of the sleeping man. Even hours later I could the streaks left behind from crying.
“Mmmm, what, whatsthebigidea,” he slurred out as he stirred. When his bright blue eyes caught my green ones, his expression of angry confusion faded and he smiled and leaned closer. “Oh it’s you, yayyyy.” A warm smile spread across my face as my dazed and sleepy boyfriend reached out and wrapped his arms around me. I felt the moment he melted into my arms and I quickly moved my face to plant a few kisses along the inside of his neck. A twinge of satisfaction welled up inside of me as the other man let out a few breathy moans as every kiss I planted on him found a new sensitive spot on his flesh.
When I eventually broke away from the barrage of moan inducing kisses I was providing, S let out a little whine and tried to pull me back in.
“Babe, enough. I’ll give you more kisses later, but for now I need you to sit up and listen to us.” S pouted but listened, rubbing his eyes as he tried to stay sitting up.
“We need to talk about your job-“ before Simon could even finish his sentence, S was on his feet storming off to their bedroom.
“I’m not doing this again, we already had this discussion and I’m-“
He was cut off and stopped in his retreat all in one smooth motion. He looked down and stared at my hand wrapped around his wrist, my darker complexion contrasting with his own pale skin tone. He made one halfhearted attempt to yank it away and complete his glorious exit, but I didn’t loosen my grip. He slowly looked up and I felt my heart break as tears were streaming down his cheeks again. I slowly moved my hand to interlace our fingers. His posture relaxed as our hands locked together. I pulled him close and whispered softly to him as his arms wrapped around me.
“I know we have talked about this before and I know you are tired of hearing it but please, just listen one last time ok?” S wouldn’t look me in the eye but gave a small tepid nod and let his boyfriends push him back onto the couch. He refused to look either of them in the eye, which hurt, but at least he was staying at all. That was more than I could have possibly hoped for.
“Do you remember that kink test we took a few months ago?” I asked softly, running my fingertips along the back of his hand. This question caused S to choke on his own tongue. I tried to hide my amusement, Simon did not. All S did was glare us as both as he coughed and tried to regain composure. When he could breathe clearly again, S’s expression softened as he studied them both. I felt my heart race as I studied him back. I saw curiosity. I saw confusion. I saw… arousal.
He was interested! I thought, trying not to get too ahead of myself.
“Yes… why are we discussing this right now?” He asked, fidgeting with his thumbs nervously.
“Well, because we have an idea for how you can work hard and not feel like a burden,” Simon said sliding onto the couch on S’s other side. His hand came to rest on the man’s other harm, his thumb rubbing small circles along his wrist. 8 smiled as he spoke, I could practically feel the excitement and arousal emanating off of him. He wanted this so badly and was working overtime to contain himself.
“Ok… Still confused and terrified.” S muttered as he shifted nervously.
“Do you remember the question on the test about ‘living the life completely?’ It was the question towards the end that was gauging whether or not the test taker would ever want to fully commit to their partners kinks and desires.” S did not answer immediately but rather studied us both, seemingly searching for our intent and goal. Whatever he was searching for he didn’t seem to find because he continued to shift nervously and move his hands in the way he always does when he was restless or confused.
“Yeah I remember it. What does that question have to do with me? How exactly is that-“ as if on cue his eyes lit up with sudden understanding. A red blush painted his pale cheeks as he looked at the other two men. I gently ran a finger along his cheek and moved a strand of his long hair out of his eyes.
“See you understand, you just needed to take a second,” I said softly as I caressed his cheek. S melted into my touch and I chuckled as he chased my fingertips with my face as I purposefully pulled them away. I knew he wanted them to cradle his cheek and provide, and I wanted to give it to him, but a part of me also wanted to see him beg for it.
“I don’t know if I fully understand though…” he said softly, his voice a barely audible whisper. I also didnt believe a single word he said. He knew, I could tell.
“I think you do.” Simon said as his hand took the place of mine. A smile crossed both of our lips as S practically moaned as a new hand caressed his cheek.
“Why don’t you tell your boyfriends what you think they want. Come on baby, use that brain.” I whispered, adding my hand to his other cheek, which earns us both another desperate moan from our boyfriend. He was unraveling under our touch.
“I- I think you both want me to leave my job and…” he looked at both of us nervously, his eyes flitting anxiously from our two pairs of eyes. First to me, then back to Simon, and then back again.
“Say it,” I commanded, grinning as S blushed brighter at my demanding words.
“Serve the both of you…” he said, the words practically a breathy moan from his lips. I grinned even wider when I watched S shift in the seat and move his knees closer together. I bit my lip as I realized he was getting hard. It lit a fire in my stomach and encouraged to me take the next daring step. The step that would determine if I would have a dedicated sub who would serve my every need before the night was over.
“If you wish to take on this new duty and leave your horrible shitty job behind, I want you to get on your knees and place your hands behind your back.” As soon as I finished my command I watched Simon grip the side of the couch. We were both watching, waiting for what S would say next. We both knew what we wanted, but the wall was now in their boyfriend’s court.
He looked us both over, taking a second longer to stare at me, the man who gave him the choice. He looked away and then slowly sank down onto the floor. He turned to face us and settled onto his knees slowly moving his arms behind his back like it was the final action that would cement the path he was on. As his arms settled behind him, he kept his head down choosing to keep his eyes on the floor between his knees. I reached out and roughly grabbed his chin. Any pretense of gentleness and tenderness was now gone, he had made his choice. I smiled as I watched his body stiffen as his gaze was redirected by my grip.
“Say thank you to your Masters,” I ordered, reveling in compliance as he gazed obediently into my eyes.
“Yes sir, thank you Masters,” he sputtered out quickly. He looked scared but underneath that fear was arousal.
“Good boy, now apologize for trying to storm off earlier.”
“I’m sorry for storming off earlier Masters. I won’t do it again.” I smiled wide as he groveled and smiled even wider when I noticed the erection trying to rip its way through his pants. He was going to make an excellent sub for us
“Good boy, such a good boy. I forgive you, this time,” Simon whispered, his fingertips running along the man’s cheek slowly and sensually.
“Thank you sir,” he said breathlessly eyes darting back and forth between us both as we towered over him, cementing his new position beneath us.
“Be an even better boy for us and strip off all those clothes. You won’t need them right now… or, well, ever again for that matter,” I released his jaw and leaned back on the couch. Simon wrapped an arm around my shoulders and we watched as our partner, no our property, slowly slide off his shirt. There was something so erotic about watching our partner, already in such a vulnerable position on his knees, slowly reveal himself and accept his new position. First the shirt came off, then the pants, and then the underwear. When the final layer slid off we took in the site of our naked and exposed lover. I licked my lips as I watched his cock throb between his legs. He saw me staring but made no effort to hide himself, he definitely would be rewarded for that.
For a few minutes, the room was silent and Simon and myself inspected every inch of his body with our eyes. S, like the good sub he was, stayed in his assigned position as we eyed him like a slab of meat. Today was the last day he’d ever wear an article of clothing again, I wondered if he had truly processed that fact as took off each layer. If he hadn’t yet, he would be soon.
“Good boy, and before you say thank you to your masters, we have the first of many rules that you will follow going forward. A good piece of property like you is seen and not heard. So keep that pretty mouth shut unless we put it to work.” I said calmly, my tone soft but carrying a subtle and unmistakable expectation of obedience. My eyes bore into his, searching for any hint of disobedience as he processed my instructions. Before he could finish, Simon spoke up.
“We still expect you to show us the respect we are owed and thank us. How are you going to do that pet? How are you going to say thank you to your masters?” Simon said playfully. If my tone commanded presence through subtle expectations, my boyfriend established his status through the playful and mocking tone he used. He was commanding but demeaning, tearing S down a little and using that to reassert who was in charge. I demanded obedience, Simon created it. Two different approaches and both would mold S into the obedience servant he was destined to be.
S’s eyes flicked back and forth between the two of us as we waited for his answer. He went back and forth, hoping for a hint from either of us that would never come. He needed to figure it out and we knew he could. Finally, his eyes lit up and he began to move his arms. He moved and then paused, looking at me for permission. I gave him a small nod and he moved his hands in front of his body. Carefully, he moved his fingers and responded in sign language.
“Thank you masters” when he was finished he returned his hands behind himself and resumed the position.
“Good boy, it is to answer us and refer to us appropriately but we don’t want its precious brain worrying about speaking, it’s mouth is going to be way too busy for that anyway. No, it just uses sign language and we’ll know what it’s saying. Got that?” Simon ordered. The last part was phrased like a question but we all knew it was rhetorical.
S quickly nodded and followed that with a “Yes sir, thank you masters,” in ASL. He followed the same pattern he did before. He moved his hands so we could see them, responded, and then moved his hands back. He was going to be rewarded, he was learning, he was adapting to his position so well.
“Good job pet, good job referring to us with the respect we are due and being so obedient. It makes me so proud.” I cooed and I leaned forward. I could see the excitement grow on his face as my hand came to hold his cheek and our lips grew closer and closer. When they finally touched I felt immense satisfaction hearing the moan that he uttered against my lips.
“I think our property has finally earned its uniform, would you agree?” I didn’t break the kiss I was savoring to answer my boyfriend and simply gave him a small nod of approval to go ahead. As my eyes remained closed and my lips occupied, I listened as the box on the coffee table was moved to the floor right in front of our kneeling plaything. When I heard that, I finally made the tough call to break off the kiss and shifted back onto the couch to watch as Simon took center stage.
My blonde partner slowly opened the box and began presenting our pet with the only things he would wear from now on.
“First things first. To make you grateful for the senses we allow you to use, you will be blindfolded almost always in our home,” I smiled as S stared at the thick black blindfold that was held in his masters hand. He only had a second to look at it before slipped over his head and fastened in place so it would never come off m unless one of masters removed it. As soon as it was on I slipped my hand into my pants and finally freed my cock from its cloth prison. I had been hard since S sank onto the floor and I was eager to stroke as my Property’s defiant and proud nature was broken down slowly until he was a compliant and obedient slave.
I began to stroke faster as Simon continued to remove things from the box.
“To reinforce that this mouth will only be used for what we allow it to be used for, you will be wearing this.” S couldn’t see what he held but he could hear something come free from the box and then felt it as it was pushed in between his lips. It was a gag, but one that had what looked like the tip of a rather thick dick in place of the usual round ball. Rather than resting at the front of his mouth and keeping his lips spread, this one was designed to fill the wearers mouth and cover their mouth, preventing much noise at all. S yelped in surprise at first but then accepted the plastic phallic that was penetrating his mouth. Once the base of the gag settled against his lips and cheeks, the two straps that held it in place were wrapped around his head and fastened into pace. I nearly came right there. The normally composed S was now naked, blindfolded, and gagged in front of me. Now all I saw was my Property. I decided right there that was the only word I wanted to use from now on for him. That’s what he was now. Property.
“Good boy, how does it feel to have your mouth full. You’ll get so used to that feeling that when we talk it off you will be begging for our cocks to make you feel full again,” Simon whispered huskily into his ear. I smiled with satisfaction as the blonde slipped his own cock out and sat back and joined me in pleasuring ourselves to the view of our Properties humiliation. Soon the only sound in the room was soon the slow wet strokes of two horny men enjoying our first day as Masters.
“You ready for the next thing pet?” I asked softly, testing to see if my Property would answer properly.
Hands furiously moved and answered “yes masters, please masters, I love obeying you both.” That was the right answer.
“Good boy,” I stopped stroking and reached over to pull out the next piece of our Property’s uniform, a bright pink collar with a series of metal rings on every side of it. Dangling from the center ring was a small tag that said “Property of Jeremiah and Simon.” I raised the leather strap to my Property’s neck and wrapped it around Its throat until it could be secured in place. It was soon followed by two matching wrist cuffs and a harness all of which were the same bright pink color. Silver rings covered every section of the harness and there were a few on both wrist cuffs. As soon as they were in place I connected the harness to the color via those rings and some small silver chains that dangles down from the collar. I them used some of the longer chains and connected the collar to the two wrist cuffs. This would make it much easier to restrain our Property at any moment.
“These will be the only things you wear for the rest of your life. Property wear what their owners give them and you only get these.” Our Property let out a small moan as Simon spoke, reminding him of his new position and what to expect from it.
“You also may feel the rings and chains that cover your new clothes. That is so at any time we can do this.” I quickly grabbed our Property’s wrists and pulled them up to Its chest. Using the chains I pulled Its arms close and then used the hooks to directly latch the cuffs to the top of Its harness. It tried to pull on them and return its arms back to Its but it was no use, they were fastened in place. A second later our Property quietly signed “thank you masters, I love my new outfit.”
“Good boy, see you can still sign with your hands like this. Such a good boy for us.” Simon looped a finger through a ring on the collar and roughly pulled Our Property close until his lips were latched onto Its neck. I continued to quickly stroke myself as my boyfriend left deep red love marks all over the neck of Our Property. I began to pant and moan as I felt myself get close to cumming for the first time today. I felt that familiar feeling rise inside of me and quickly rose to my feet and pushed Simon to the side. I stared down at my Property and spoke.
“Ready for your masters cum Property?” the sound of my wet cock right above Its face. Our Property moaned through the gag and eagerly signed “give it to me please master.” A second later I let out a moan and watched as my cum painted the face of my Property. The white liquid hung from Its cheeks and was splattered across the blindfold and the gag. Some of it even landed on Its hands that were signing the same thing over and over “want to taste it, want to taste masters cum.”
“Oh our property wants a taste, if Its good maybe it’ll get some of my cum,” Simon said, rubbing his cock along S’ cheek smearing my cum all over Its skin.
“I’ll be good master, please I’ll be good,” It signed in response, but we both know it hadn't earned it yet.
“Ready for what’s next, pet?”
“Yes master, please continue”
I reached into the box and produced a pink device, a ring with a cage that locked into place. Simon had gotten it two years ago for us to use during roleplay but neither of us wanted to wear it. It turned out that we both wanted to be the one who held the key, so it ended up in this box unused. Now, with their lovey Property on Its knees, we had the chance to finally put it to use.
i slowly lowered myself to the ground next to Our Property and ran a hand along its chest.
“Do you want to know what I hold in my hand pet?”
“No Master, what is it,” before I answered, I wrapped my other hand around Our Property’s cock that hung semi hard and heavy between Its legs.
“What about now?”
“That’s my cock master.” It answered.
“Yes it is, but property like you don’t need these things. Your purpose is to serve, so this thing here is useless to us. So it’s best to lock it away.” I felt my Property's member getting stiffer and quickly jumped into action before it was too late. I slipped the ring on and quickly attached the cage. Once the two pieces were latched into place, a shiny pink cage now rested between Our Property’s legs covering up what was once a rather impressive dick that would never get used again. I smirked as the trapped cock tried to strain at the confines and the skin of Its dick pressed up against every hole and crevice of the cage as it repeatedly tried and failed to get hard. Our Property out a pathetic cry but Simon quickly stepped forward and began to run his hands through Its hair to calm their property down.
“Useless dicks like yours are best locked up, so you can focus on your new job which is to pleasure and please us. Your dick wasn’t going to do that, it was going to make you forget what you are meant to do. It’s better this way,” Simon said whispering into Our Property’s ear as he slowly stroked a hand through Its thick black hair. Whenever Simon spoke like this, I felt myself get hornier and hornier. Simon was playing with Our Property’s mind, convincing It that this was truly for the best and not a punishment of some kind. Just something designed to help It that It would come to appreciate.
“Next part of your uniform baby, I need you sit up a little bit for this one,” Our Property quickly obeyed me and sat up on Its knees, giving Its two masters perfect access to Its glorious ass. Before I bothered with the next device in our box of kink, I grabbed both cheeks with my hands. I squeezed them, kneaded them, pulled them apart to get a glimpse of the hole that hid between those two globes. I had fantasized since they started dating about being able to use this hole whenever I pleased, and finally I had the chance. I was going to make Our Property wish It had submitted to them the day we met.
“Property like you, they are meant to serve. Every part of their being needs to be ready,” Simon whispered as he raised a bottle of lube from the box and began to slicking up his fingers. I could see and feel their property shiver as It heard the obscene sounds beside it. It let out an ever more obscene moan when a finger slowly slipped inside, penetrating its hole. It moaned through the gag that filled Its mouth and dropped Its head forward as a second digit followed the first. As my boyfriend worked on preparing Our Property, I released its ass and pulled out the next device. My hand emerged holding a decently large pink plug that was bumped and ridged in all the right place. Hanging from its rubber base was a tail, a long fluffy white tail that would hang down to the back of the wearers knees.
“The device I’m holding will always be inside of you. If it isn’t it’s because one of us is in its place, but as soon we are done with your ass it goes back. It will make sure you are alway ready for us and it will give us something to grab onto when It need to be reminded of who is in charge,” as soon as my final word left my mouth, I pushed the rounded tip of the plug forward. I watched as it broached Our Property’s rim. It moaned through Its gag as Its hole stretched to accommodate the shape. When it settled into place It stiffened as the fluffy tail rubbed against Its ass and thighs. We smirked as we watched a blush spread across Its cheeks.
“Oh? Is our property embarrassed?” Simon asked coyly, gently tugging on the tail twice.
Hands quickly moved and spelled out “Yes master, I have a tail now. It is embarrassing”
“Well that’s too bad. Property like you will get embarrassed and used and humiliated but you’ll learn that’s what your purpose is and you’ll learn that pride and dignity are a thing of the past for you. If I had my way you’d be tied up in the yard every night like the Property you are. You are lucky I have allowed you to stay inside.” The blush on Our Property’s face grew brighter as Simon spoke harshly into Its ear. Simon brilliantly paired these harsh words with the continuing gentle strokes through Its hair. I knew my partners game, he was giving Our Property options. Earn the harsh words or accept what was happening and get more gentle caresses and praise. He was training It, conditioning it to see the more pleasurable choice and pick it.
“Baby, you are doing so good for us your uniform is almost complete. Just two more things to discuss.” I reached into the box and procured two small matching rings, both connected by a chain with a small tag dangling from each side of the chain. On each tag was the letter J on one side and the letter S on the other.
“What I hold in my hand are what will one day be attached to your nipples,” I ran my thumb across Out Prooertys chest as I spoke, gently letting the metal rings graze the pink skin there. “We can’t get them pierced at this moment but this will become a permanent part of your uniform so for now we will have to find another way to train your for what will soon be on this beautiful chest every day.” I looked over to Simon who rifled through the box until he found two smalls clamps in the bag. He ran it along Our Property’s right nipple before opening the clamp and then letting it close on the delicate pink skin. Our Property stiffened and moaned but didn’t flinch or try to back away, even when the second found its place on the other side of Its chest.
“Such a good pet,” I whispered as i hooked either side of the chain to the clamps hanging from Our Property’s body. The chain wasn't necessarily heavy but it was also not the lightest. It would always Be noticeable to the wearer and it would be another reminder of what It was now. A piece of flesh we could mark and alter to fit our desires.
“There is one other thing we will be doing soon. But we’ll have to talk to our friend first,” I gently placed a hand on Our Property’s pelvis, right above Its caged and throbbing member.”Do you feel my hand? Right here is where we are going to have a tattoo marking you. It will say ‘Property’ in big bold letter and will be a permanent reminder of what you are now. Doesn’t that sound exciting.” This would be a true test of Our Property’s submission to them. For a second It hesitated and looked nervous, Its face bright red, Its body overwhelmed by the many sensations now bombarding It. Then the hands signed “yes master, please mark me as your property. I look forward to it and want to be claimed by you both.”
“Good pet, you’ve earned a reward.” Simon whispered, pulling one final toy from the box. A small rubber toy that had two egg shaped device at the tip attached to a short a rubber coated cord. He wrapped it around Our Property’s cage and then nestled the two eggs so they were pressed up against the underside of the tip of the cage. He knew that while it wouldn't feel the same as if Its cock was being rubbed directly by the vibrations, the eggs being that close to the tip would give It a new and exciting pleasure.
“Whenever Its been good or we feel like it, we will turn this little thing on and give It a little reward. It stays connected to Its cage at all times and we have access from our phones whenever we want to use it.” To punctuate his point, I watched Simon click an app on his phone and slid the glowing slider on the screen up to max. A sudden dull buzzing filled the room and Our Property hunched slightly and let out a singular shocked moan.
“It is entirely possible to cum while caged, so if It ever want to have an orgasm again, earning these little vibrations may just help It get there. But it will cost to get them.” I pressed the slider on my own phone up to max and watched S spasm slightly as the second egg roared to life. Both of us controlled one egg and this meant It would probably always have an egg vibrating it’s cage, tormenting It with the constant distant allure of orgasm
“I will masters, I will be good and earn them. Oh my god, this feels incredible.” Hands signed at lightning speed as the vibrations continue.
“I’m glad you love the feeling so much. You will get to feel the vibrations until we are done telling It about its new role in this house, so it should relish them while it can.” That earned me a desperate moan from Our Property as its body shifted and tried to get more sensations on its skin.
“First things first. Tomorrow It is quitting its job. I will allow it to quit via the phone and we will go pick up its things from its work. After that day, its one and only job will be to serve us every second of every day in whatever way we wish. If it understands, I want it to respond with ‘Yes master, it understands, it thanks you for this new role.” With every new rule I tell you, you must respond this way.” I traced my hand along its cheek as I waited his answer.
I watched as it mustered up the courage, and just as it was about to speak, Simon spoke up.
“Before our Property answers, I wanted to add one thing. By agreeing to this it will be agreeing to let go of any control it had over itself. It will be our Property. Its pleasure will not be our consideration. Its wants will not be something we prioritize. Everything it is and will do will be for us. Its limits will be tested. Its boundaries will be pushed. It will be unmistakably and completely ours. It must understand this before it says it’s willing to do this. It must be mentally prepared for what its life is about to become.
We watched as Our Property took a second, its fingers nervously rubbing against the cold metal chain that rested next to it. Seconds later, the response came. Fingers moved clumsily, but it signed out the words, the script I had given it. Simon and I glanced at each other and smiled, the dam that held back our carnal lust breaking. We were not going back now, Our Property had shown that this was what it wanted its life to be.
“Second, from now on you are to only communicate via this way. Even if your gag is removed, you are to use only your hands to communicate. Moans are allowed though, I love hearing you fall apart.”
Seconds later, his script of thanks, gratitude, and understanding followed.
“Third, when you do communicate you better do it right. From now on, you are no longer S. You are Pet, Property, or It. When you speak about yourself those are the words you use to refer to yourself. We will make sure to do the same so you remember. Additionally, When you speak about us, you are to refer to us as Master, Sir, Owner, or Daddy. I have always preferred Master, but I know Simon here has his own preferences.”
My eyes met Simone as I spoke, he was also letting go, fully giving into the commanding dominant side I always knew he had. Simon moved to wrap his large muscular hands around Our Property’s jaw. His grip earned him a moan as he leaned in close to whisper.
“To you, I am Daddy. Refer to me directly by anything else and it will be met with a harsh punishment. Understood pet?”
“Yes Daddy,” was the immediate answer from their property.
“Good boy.” Simon whispered.
“Fourth, it is to be servile, obedient, compliant, and available for use at all times. It is property. It get used when we want. It will do what we want when we want it. It will obey without hesitation no matter how embarrassed or nervous it may be. Its job is not to think, Its job is to obey. We will do the thinking for It and It will have to trust that we will always do what is best for It. Even when It just gives us pleasure, It will have to learn that that is the proper way, our pleasure is its duty at all times.”
Our Property responded a second later with his scripted response. The tension in its form had eased, the script was beginning to have a hypnotic effect of sorts. Repeating it over and over was beginning to help it settle into the the submissive headspace that would dominant its life from now on.
“There is another aspect of its job that It will have to come to accept and do perfectly. It must keep the house maintained. When its masters are away at work, Its job will be to keep the house clean and ready. Every day when we leave we will leave It a chores list and tasks to do. This will be the only time It is allowed to do three things: be unblindfolded, be unchained, and be able to walk on its feet. As soon as we get home Its blindfold returns, Its hands are rechained, and It crawls like the pet It is.”
“Yes Masters, I understand, thank you for this new role.”
“Good boy, you are learning so quickly.” Simon leaned down and kissed Our Property’s cheek. “Oh I almost forgot, to help It with moving about. I don’t want its knees getting injured.” Two knee pads were quickly strapped to both of it legs. As soon as they were in, we both sat back and marveled at the obedient pet that was once our partner. Now its body was adorned with leather, plastic, rubber, and fir, all signifying the position of submission it now found itself in. A position it had accepted with gusto.
“Sometimes we will remove pieces of its uniform as necessary. If it need to eat or sleep or to shower, but never forget that every piece is a part of it now. It will go back on and soon It will miss them in those moments where they come off.” I stated, my eyes continuing to scan and inspect its every action and movement.
“Yes masters, I understand, thank you for my new life.” For the first time their property broke from the script it was given. I felt heat rise in my face. It was accepting its role, it was embracing it. Years of fantasies were now in my grasp.
“Come pet, let’s head to bed. Tomorrow is a big day and I want you rested for what we have in store.” Simon and I released both of Our Property’s hands from the restraints. We then started to move towards the hall that led to the bedroom they all shared. We both glanced at each other, the look of wonder and amazement on my partners face was no doubt mirrored on mine. When this day started, neither of us expected this to be how it ended. I found it hard to contain myself and a second later I was pressing our lips together. That was followed by hands hungrily searching and grabbing and groping. I felt a level of hunger I had never experienced before in my life and I could tell Simon was feeling the same way. The way our lips collided, tongues curled together. teeth nibbled and bit at one another, and hard clothed members rubbed and slid against each other, it was clear we were both lost in our passion.
We were finally pulled from our addled and horny state when something bumped into our calves. We broke apart, both gasping for air and glanced down to see Our Property blindly trying to move forward. We stepped aside and watched as It crawled on its hands and knees, Its tail dragging along the carpet. It wordlessly tried to follow the instructions that It would always crawl in our presence but It couldn’t see where It was going. Before It could run into the coffee table, Simon laced his fingers roughly in Our blindfolded Property’s hair. This earned him another breathy moan. He tightened his grip and used it to guide their pet alongside us. It struggled to keep up but worked hard to obey and earn more praise, although I could tell It was enjoying the twinges of pain from Its hair being pulled more than it had expected.
As Our Property continued crawling forward, guided by our Partner, I stopped and watched the pair move forward. As they moved, I caught a glimpse of the plug buried deep in Our Property’s ass. I followed the plug down to the tail dragging behind it and quickly snatched up the soft fur. Once in my hand I gave it a tug. A muffled moan tumbled from its gagged mouth as it was pulled on at both ends.
“If its doesn’t like being led by its hair I could always lead it by its tail. How does that sound pet?” I pulled harder and watched as the plug tried to slip past the rim before being sucked back in eliciting even louder muffled moans from Our Property.
“I don’t know, I think It just likes it when we manhandle It like this. Look at how hard Its fagcock is leaking.” Simon said tugging on its hair a little harder.
“I bet It wishes It could go back in time and beg to be our pet when It first met us. It’s probably imaging all the months of service It missed out on because It stubbornly thought It was made to be anything more than our living cock holster.” I whispered huskily as I tugged on the tail again.
We watched as our pet sat up and signed quickly “Yes masters, it wishes it had been like this since the day it met you both. Want to serve you both and show you it’s a good boy.”
“Oh we know It will, It has already shown us so much, and we have so much more we want to do,” Simon whispered as he nibbled on Our Property’s ear.
“I’m so excited that it is our Property now.” I said as I joined my boyfriend in leaving marks and kisses across Our Property’s body. “It is going to love serving us.”
