Simon and I are preparing for your return. Clothing is forbidden in your presence. Our twink bodies are naked and we wear nothing but chastity cages. Simon is also wearing his slave collar again today. When we hear your footsteps on the stairs, we both sink to our knees in a servant position, almost in sync, with joy. The front door opens and finally the master is back. I would love to rush straight to you and kneel at your feet.
You see us and immediately notice that Simon is still ill, and you don't even glance at me. You look Simon over, gently stroke his head, and give him a tender kiss on the forehead.
“And how is my favorite slave?” you pet Simons head.
“Better now, Master. You're back!” Simon whimpers with joy.
“Hehe, I missed you too. No, I mean, are you feeling better, silly?” you ask amusedly.
“Yes, much better. I'm almost completely healthy again.” Simon can no longer restrain himself and rubs his head against your leg.
“Is that so? Did Marvin take good care of you? I was a little worried that there would be a 'catfight' going on here.” You lift Simon's chin and look sternly into his eyes.
“Marvin is very kind and very caring, Master. He took good care of me, Master.”
When Simon says this, I breathe out audibly with relief, and Simon runs his hand through my long blonde hair without looking away from you.
“I want to use you right now!” you grunt at Simon.
You close your hand around Simon's throat and squeeze gently, pushing your tongue deep into his throat. Then you give him a gentle slap and spit into his open mouth. Simon purrs like a cat. When you release your grip on his throat, he lowers his head to your feet to lick and kiss your boots. You watch him lustfully and continue to ignore me. You unzip your pants and grab your large erect cock while enjoying Simon's submission. You grab Simon roughly by the hair and lead him to your cock, ramming it deep into his throat with one thrust. Simon gasps for air, but you hold him in place with your grip until he starts to gag and his eyes become slightly wet.
Your actions excite me greatly, and I lower my head to the floor so as not to disturb you. I hear you opening Simon's chastity cage.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master,” Simon stammers.
“Don't thank me too soon, little one. Your grace period is now over. I'm going to fuck you very brutally in a moment.”
You pounce on Simon like a wild animal; like a wolf tearing apart a deer. I hear your bodies slamming against each other and how you roughly and persistently take your frustration out on Simon. From Simon's sounds, I first hear lust, then pleasurable pain, and finally actual pain. Simon whimpers and sobs and cries, which only makes you even more horny for him.
“I haven't even started yet, little one!” you growl at Simon and grab a whip shaped like a riding crop.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Simon offering his body to you completely willingly and showing no pain reflexes whatsoever. He accepts your abuse and takes it in. I'm a little intimidated because you never abused me in such a way. I am pretty sure i would show resistance and would try to protect myself at some point. Despite the fear I feel, I am jealous and would like to be abused like that myself. The whip cracks loudly through the room and you no longer hold back. Simon breaks under your treatment - and he visibly enjoys it. You unload your cock into Simon's ass, who ends up lying on the floor, beaten and motionless.
Finally, your gaze falls on me. My throat gets dry and I become short of breath.
