He sat on his haunches between my legs and clasped my head against his chest, my long hair falling over his thighs as I sucked and worried his nipple until it stood proud and red from the curve of his pectorals. Master released me to shrug off his robes, and I took them and threw them to the floor. From Kai's position, I doubted he could see more than Master's turned back and the soles of my feet, and not a sound came from where he sat and watched.
My heart raced faster in my chest as Master pushed me back against the bed, closing his hand around my neck. I swallowed simply to feel the press of his heavy palm against my Adam's apple, the barest edge of restriction to my breathing. It should have scared me, that he controlled me thus, that he held my very life within his hands, but safe in the knowledge he would never harm me, I found the reminder of how powerful he was thrilling.
He pushed at the waistband of his trousers, and I helped him lower them, smoothing my hands over the cheeks of his arse, fingertips ghosting through the hairs that lined the deep cleft running between them. He wouldn't let me explore farther, I knew, and I contented myself with pushing his trousers down his meaty thighs until they were low enough he could kick them off without having to stand. I heard them drop over the edge of the bed, and my breath caught at the thought of the sight now laid out for Kai's appreciation.
In bed, Master never turned his back on me, and so I could only imagine how he looked, arse up and legs spread, balls hanging low between his thighs. I reached between us to fondle them so Kai would see me cupping the very essence of Master's manhood. They felt heavy and swollen, and it pleased me to know he didn't relieve himself in my absence, like he was saving that small part of himself only for me. I rolled them across my palm, ran my thumb up through the hairs dusting their soft sac, closed my fingers and gently pulled, exercising the only power he'd ever let me have.
His response was everything I wanted it to be: the dilation of his pupils, the way his nostrils flared until pink showed, the surprised, aroused snort which escaped him. He kissed me again, crushing me with his full weight, and I revelled in the sheer strength and size of him.
I felt the loss of his heat and weight like a physical pain in my chest when he reared off me. He caught me under my arms and shoved me higher up the bed, until my head nestled in his pillows and my knees bracketed his shoulders. I held my breath, my eyes never leaving him as he lay more comfortably, splayed my thighs, and took me into his mouth.
A hiss of breath made me look up, and I found I was facing Kai directly over the broad expanse of Master's back. He was sitting in the chair as he had been told, gripping the arms so hard his knuckles were white, his whole body screaming lines of tension, and the erection beneath his loincloth unmistakable. I'd have been smug if I weren't so undone by the things Master's hands and mouth and tongue were doing to my genitals. I cupped the back of his head in a plea for him never to stop and for once he allowed it, taking me deeper and sucking harder on every stroke.
I knew I wouldn't last long in his mouth, and I had never much enjoyed being penetrated once I came. I scrabbled frantically in his bedside drawer for the bottle of oil, unstoppered it, and rapped it against his shoulder to gain his attention.
He took it but continued sucking me, drizzling the oil onto his fingers and smearing under my balls and around my hole, leaving my cock free for his mouth to continue tormenting. The first penetration was swift, pushing his finger into me and crooking to tap the spot inside me which made being fucked so pleasurable. I almost lost my composure right there, my body curling around his, a shocked exclamation wrung from my lips.
Master chuckled around my cock, which didn't help me in the slightest, the vibration running down the shaft and through my balls, centering on the place where he penetrated me.
I clenched my muscles, enjoying the sensation of being filled, of having him inside me in even the smallest of ways. Not that it remained small for long. He circled his finger and withdrew, penetrating again with two, their blunt tips forcing my muscles to stretch and admit him.
The oil was good, thick and viscous, and it eased him in and out with very little discomfort caused to me. Besides, I knew what I was doing, and I knew not to seize up and deny him entrance.
I splayed my legs, grinding on Master's hand, seeking deeper, thicker penetration. He slid out of me with a slick sound, reaching beneath himself to work the length of his cock, his arse raised to give him access. For a second I was so jealous of Kai I couldn't breathe, wanting to see everything he was seeing. Then Master rose on his haunches, nudging my legs apart with his thighs, lined himself up against me, and buried himself in me until the rough scratch of his pubic hairs tickled below my balls.
We gasped, all three of us, and I flung my arms around Master's neck and held on as he began to fuck me in earnest. The next moments were all guttural grunts, the slap of flesh, his balls bouncing off my arse with every thrust. I began to whimper, unable to control myself, biting my lip until I was sure my mouth was bloodied in an effort not to come. His dark hair hung around our faces, and he breathed through clenched teeth, the line of his jaw defined like granite, tendons in his neck standing exposed down to the deep hollows of his collarbone.
I made a warning sound as I began to spiral, driven inexorably towards the edge by Master's unrelenting thrusts. He pulled out so fast I choked, but I barely had time to react further before he sat back, grabbed my upper arm and hauled me forward onto my front, facing Kai. Then he was on top of me again, straddling my hips, separating my arse cheeks with one hand while guiding himself back inside with the other.
The bed bounced with our movements, and it was all I could do to lie there and hang on, clinging desperately to great wads of the comforter, stuffing it into my mouth to prevent myself screaming out loud.
Kai was on the edge of his seat, his eyes fixed on my face, watching my reaction as Master fucked me. Master settled a hand on the back of my neck, resting his weight against it, and used my body as the pivot to increase his momentum. He rarely fucked me so brutally, but I couldn't deny I loved every last moment of it. My cock, trapped between my stomach and the bed sheets, felt hard enough to burst, and I knew when he let me up there'd be a damp patch where I had lain.
The change of angle at least reduced my immediate need to come, although from the way Master's breathing laboured, he was fighting his own climax already. I curved my spine, jutting my arse, taking everything he gave me and demanding more. He hauled my hips higher and fucked straight down towards my belly, and I wailed around the bedding, his every stroke hitting that spot inside me which made stars dance before my eyes.
It was the look in Kai's eyes which finally undid me, the way his pupils expanded until only the barest strip of brilliant green showed around them, the heat and lust and pure want on his face as Master buried himself to the hilt, dragged my hips higher, and began to unload inside me. Tears slid down my face as I came, the orgasm forced out by the sheer intensity of everything that had just happened. I collapsed onto the bed feeling boneless and incapable of movement, still gasping for breath even after Master had withdrawn from me.
"Kai, clean him up."
I whimpered, wanting Master's touch, Master to pet me and tell me I had done well. It was Master I had given myself to, and yet he was discarding me, ordering another slave to take care of me in the way he always had before.
Kai's touch was hesitant at first, the damp cloth so cold I jumped. "Sorry," he murmured, barely raising his voice above a whisper, as though afraid of breaking some sort of spell.
He wiped the oil and spunk from around my arse, and I couldn't even find it within myself to cringe, no matter that come morning, I knew I'd be mortified by what he'd been ordered to do. His hands lingered around my hip, where I was sure the red marks of Master's fingertips remained, and he stroked my hair out of my face and laid it flat along my back. The bed dipped beside my head, and I raised my eyes enough to make out the dark hairs of Master's thigh. With the last of my sapped strength, I reached for him, hoping he'd see the pitiful gesture and have mercy on me.
He set his hand on the crown of my head, massaging my scalp through my long hair. I closed my eyes, happy he was touching me, as pathetic as that may seem. I'd always been at my neediest in the immediate aftermath of sex, needed him to show me he cared, even the smallest bit, that I hadn't given myself wholly to a man who saw me as nothing more than a convenient hole in which to shove his dick.
"Hold him," Master said, never letting up from stroking my head. "He needs it."