Page 56 of At Their Mercy: Part I

“We have all night to rape him as many times as we want,” Owner murmured into a messy kiss.

I screwed my eyes shut, pleasure exploding within me, and I went rigid. Every single muscle in my body protested. My balls fucking ached. The pain came and went in currents, sometimes sharp, sometimes more like a slow, achy wave.

“Please,” I croaked. “Please, D-Daddy.”

“Shh, boy. Daddy’s gonna come soon.”

I choked on a breath as Master stroked me harder and faster. Sadist! Fucking Sadist! I couldn’t do it. It was too much. I wanted to throw out my legs and just let go. I was right there. So close. So goddamn close. All the sensations—it was like the stars aligning. Perfect amount of pain to intensify the pleasure, all the heat, Daddy fucking me like he was born to do it, Owner giving me⁠—

“Fuck, fuck,” Daddy growled. He pumped into me once and twice more before he stayed buried and started coming.

He held his breath.

I held mine.

Desperate.

Ready to cry.

My eyes burned.

Do not get off.

In a brief second, all I heard was the sound of Master stroking my cock, and I was at the end of my⁠—

“It’s okay, li’l pup. You can come.”

A rush of relief brought me down and then pushed me up and made me fucking soar. I could let go. I could come—I was already coming. Fucking hell, in the nick of time. Oh my God, the euphoria spread all over, in every part of my body. Shivers ripped through me, come splashed against my abdomen, and my ears started ringing.

It was an emotional release too. I felt a trail of tears trickle down the side of my face. Not a sound escaped me, not even a breath. I was trapped by the sensations.

Little by little, I returned down to earth. I registered their low murmurs and whispers. Their soft kisses. Promises and praise. There would be more. I was such a good boy. The best little puppy.

A long breath left me when Daddy lowered my legs to the mattress and rubbed my thighs.

I hadn’t noticed he’d pulled out from me. I usually did.

“I’ll go get a towel,” Master said quietly.

I sniffled and shuddered.

My heart slowed down a little, finally.

“Who’s Daddy’s sweetheart?” Daddy whispered.

I sniffled again. “Me,” I exhaled. “I am.”

“Damn right.” He leaned over me and kissed my jaw. “Intense release?”

I nodded jerkily, feeling both raw and at peace.

“Can we cuddle now?” I asked, taking another calming breath. Almost back to normal.

“We’re gonna cuddle like crazy,” he promised. “Do you want somethin’ to eat or drink?”

I thought about it, but then shook my head. Not at the moment anyway. I was so tired. I just wanted my Owners close to me.

Master was gonna sleep in the middle, though. I wanted him surrounded by us, so he’d get a good night’s sleep. Daddy and I would keep the nightmares away, hopefully.