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Enjoy!", "writing": "Travis found there were few things better than lounging in another man’s leather chair. It was the throne of the modern patriarch. Every abode had one, whether that be a lazy boy or with an ottoman, or made from other materials he didn’t care to name. The seat where a man would relax after a long day of providing for his humble little kingdom. \n\n\nThe bull desecrated it with his bare ass. Sweat glued his heavy balls to the seat while his fat cock hung free in the open. On paper, this was someone else’s chair. They shopped around for it, bought it with their hard-earned money, and intended to rest in it. In practice it was Travis’s chair, something made all the more clear by the two sluts on their knees before him.\n\n\nTo the right was the so-called ‘man’ of the house. Travis chuckled at that. The idea that this black bunny had any ounce of masculinity was ludicrous. He couldn’t even remember what he must have been like before the hot-pink pigtails or the flat chastity cage he so dutifully locked at his crotch. The collar across his neck denoted his new role in sparkling rhinestone letters; Sissy. Something lower than man or woman. A creature inherently submissive by nature, so much that they’d willingly lock away their intended pleasure to pursue another method. Or just in devotion to who treated them as they desired. As they deserved. \n\n\nNext to him was the sissy’s wife, a calico cat with copper eyes cast downward. Much more reserved than her husband, whose green eyes subtly stared at the bull’s unattended cock. It was a mystery as to how such a cockhungry sissy slut attained such a lovely wife. Her breasts were big enough to hotdog Travis’s cock, something he’d happily done before the sissy slut. Her new nipple chain swayed with her careful breaths. Travis liked them, as he did with the nipple rings that turned the bunny’s pecs into swollen bitch tits. What wonderful gifts they were. Of course, his slaves paid for them, as they happily did for other additions such as the chastity shield over the cat’s crotch. \n\n\nThe bull watched them. Seconds turned to minutes. Their living room was filled with the minute sounds of creaking leather, hot breath, and the occasional jingle of Michelle’s chains. Travis preferred to start with a silent prayer in his mind for how thankful he was to have such loyal and devoted slaves. For as far as they were concerned, he took this time to hold the power of his presence over them. To their credit, they weren’t far off. \n\n\n“Michelle,” Travis said, breaking the silence, “My cock warrants your attention. Hands only.”\n\n\nMichelle crawled forward, biting her lip. Shame and excitement mixed into one across the cat’s expression. With but a sniff she became drunk on his scent, mouth open and tongue out to devour him despite his command. He waited for her discipline to kick in, smiling when she stopped an inch short of tasting him as she clasped both hands on his shaft. \n\n\n“How does it feel in your hands?” Travis leaned on his knuckles while he watched the woman work. Her delicate hands squeezed just right against the hardening mass. \n\n\nHer speech came like a whisper. “Heavy, master,” she answered when he demanded she speak up.\n\n\n“I don’t doubt it, especially compared to your husband's before I made him lock it.” A cursory glance revealed the rabbit’s impatient twitch at the comment. “Do you like that it’s heavier, Michelle?”\n\n\nThe cat nodded. “Yes,” she said, breathlessly. “Yes, master.”\n\n\n“What else do you like about it?”\n\n\n“The pulse in my hands,” she said, pumping softly, “The way it feels alive. How I need both to hold it. I love the shadow it casts over me when I kneel.” The cat braced her face against it, taking a deep whiff. “Its scent…its taste. May I please taste you, master?”\n\n\nThe bull pondered. On one hand, she deserved it. Michelle was devoted and obedient, carrying the discipline needed to follow his commands. On the other hand, he enjoyed being cruel and knew she loved it. “No. But tell me, do you love knowing that I’m going to make your husband scream with this cock? Do you love that you get to watch?”\n\n\nHer body shuddered. She curled up, hugging herself with shivering breathful moans that meant one thing. “Did you have an orgasm just now?”\n\n\nLike a good girl, she nodded, smiling despite breaking permission. Travis shook his head with disappointment. “tsk, tsk, tsk. That’s another week of denial, dear. Unless you prefer I punish you right now.”\n\n\n“Please do!” She grabbed his thigh like an eager child. “Please, master, punish me. I will do better, I promise.”\n\n\nHe’d known her long enough to know that was a lie. This was her weakness. “Gabby, go get a paddle from the bedroom. Michelle, face to the floor, ass up.” She turned around. “No. Face facing me.” Confusion crossed her expression but she followed, leaving her forehead to the floor where he secured her under his hoof. Gabby returned with a small leather paddle, one that could hit his wife’s cheeks without losing momentum against the belt. The sissy handed it to his master. Travis pointed to Michelle’s ass.\n\n\n“Five on each cheek. As hard as you believe she deserves.”\n\n\nThe pink-haired rabbit’s face went red at the prospect. Giddy, he kneeled behind his wife’s rump and nestled the paddle to her. He rubbed it in circles, either to let her acclimate to its touch or for him to grow used to the rush it gave him. \n\n\nThe first smack echoed around the living room. She twitched, fingers curling against the carpet. His hoof held her steady, careful not to hurt. Only the punishment should hurt. The next nine came slowly, steadily growing harder with each strike until Travis’s ass winced reflexively. Her cheeks were wet with tears when she was free to look back up at him. He petted her scalp, “Good girl. Now step back. It is Gabby’s time.”\n\n\nAt the sound of his name, the bunny sauntered over on his knees. He shoved his wife aside when she took too long to leave. Travis considered a punishment for that. Michelle’s expression made him reconsider. She knew her place, just as Gabby knew his. The black bunny slid underneath the bull’s cock like he was born to be there. \n\n\nTravis, being a spoiler, didn’t bother giving his sissy a command. All he needed was to be called. He knew the rest. Like his wife, he sniffed in the bull’s scent, shuddering in ecstasy before layering it with deep kisses. Bubblegum pink kiss marks covered the mottled shaft and melted with every lick and suckle. \n\n\n“Isn’t this better, Gabby?” Travis pulled a flicker of the bunny’s attention while still servicing his cock. The bull smiled. The sissy was so devoted. “I remember when you were…” he held up his fingers for air quotes, “Apprehensive about my dick. Do you remember that? Do you remember how breathy your voice was in your denial? Or how red your face was whenever I saw it glancing at my crotch. You kept making excuses. Comparisons you argued. That all shattered when I had you kneeling, didn’t it?”\n\n\n“Yes…yes sir,” Gabby spoke with a pitched falsetto tone, smiling drunkenly under the weight of his master’s member. Something about that look made Travis want to smear his makeup. In time, he reminded himself. In time. \n\n\n“Isn’t it funny, Michelle?” Travis said without taking his eyes from Gabby. “Your husband knows his way around a cock better than you do. I’d say it’s because a man knows what he wants, but Gabby isn’t a man, is he?”\n\n\nWith a snap of his fingers, Michelle crawled back over. He pointed to his sack, motioning Gabby to scoot aside. The cat’s tongue licked his balls with care, soaking them in her saliva and suckling each fat nut one at a time. Travis sank into his chair, Gabby’s old chair, with a relaxing sigh and closed his eyes, letting the sensation take him like a massage. \n\n\nThis went on until he heard the two growling. He sneaked a peak, seeing the slave couple pushing each other away to service him. “Must you both play these games?” He said with mock disappointment as he grabbed both of their heads. “Kiss and makeup, I have no patience for disagreements.”\n\n\nThey did not kiss each other without his cock between them. He couldn’t remember if they ever did so in his presence. Given how tantalizing they looked, especially when they gazed up at him in unison, Travis couldn’t say it concerned him. By his hold, they were guided up to his head. Only Gabby was allowed to do more than suckle the head, but Michelle had been…well not necessarily good but even her best rewards were punishments in a way. So when her husband sucked their master’s cock, Travis allowed her to guide the bunny’s head down, requiring both hands on his head for attention. Better there than anything else. \n\n\nTravis smirked through it all, taking quiet pleasure as the couple worshiped his member. “Remember when you first sucked me off, Gabby?” he asked rhetorically. “Back when you broke through those pesky little concerns? You were eager to gobble it up. Your pesky little gag reflex kept getting in the way. Now look at you. Sinking without a peep.” \n\n\nAt that,t Michelle shoved her husband’s nose to the base. The sudden shift brought teary eyes that ruined Gabby’s delicate mascara and a soft gagging sound. Travis shuddered. He missed that sound. The struggle to take him. Breaking new pets was always more fun than the result. Not that’d he’d tell the sissy. Something about how hard he tried made Travis’s cold heart burgeon with warmth. \n\n\nGabby sputtered saliva and pre with chest-heaving breaths. The bull waved his hand to stop his pet. “No more service. Show me your ass.” He glanced over to Michelle, “And you, keep your hands at your sides. Fail, and I’ll get the blindfold.” \n\n\nBiting her lips she nodded. Gabby meanwhile bounced his butt over. Having a change of thought Travis ordered the bun to face him and come closer. His hand wrapped around the free sack of the bunny’s caged cock. Travis caressed the cage with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to feel the bunny quiver.\n\n\n“Do you know what I love the most about this?” Travis asked. Gabby's slow answer earned him a tight squeeze.\n\n\n“Y-Yes, sir!” The bunny cried out.\n\n\n“Tell me,” Travis commanded, keeping a firm but pleasant hold on the rabbit’s junk. \n\n\nA jittery breath rumbled through the rabbit. “B-Because it means I give up using my cock. That my pleasure is no longer in my hands. It’s in yours.”\n\n\n“That’s right. And why should your pleasure be in mine?”\n\n\nHe gulped in spite of his smile, “Because good sissies are obedient. We get pleasure from pleasing others. My cock, my clitty, is just a distraction.” \n\n\n“And yet I let you keep it.” His grip tightened. “Why shouldn’t I just crush these and be done with it?”\n\n\nGabby winced. “B-Because you enjoy them. You like seeing them as a reminder of my choice.”\n\n\n“Your choice?” He leaned in, smiling, “And what was that?”\n\n\n“To…to be your sissy slave, master.” \n\n\nTravis nodded. “That’s right. Such a selfish choice. Did you think about what your wife would do in that situation?” He eyed the blushing cat. “Or did she know it? Tell me, Michelle. Did you know your husband was a sissy? Deep down.”\n\n\n“N-No, sir.”\n\n\n“Did it surprise you?”\n\n\nShe shook her head in silence. “Did it humiliate you? Knowing your pretend stud was little more than a slut for real dick? Or do you like it that way?” He prodded deeper, “Do you prefer seeing another man pleasure him? Were you the kind of girl to dig deep into those yaoi fanfics?”\n\n\nMichelle gnawed at her lower lip. She nodded. Travis laughed. “It’s a wonder you ever married. But look at what your husband’s become.” The bull urged Gabby upward with a finger. The bunny climbed over him, his lips ready for an embrace that the bull stopped with his palm. “Show your wife what a good slut you are, Gabby. Take your seat.”\n\n\nThe bunny lined his ass up to the tip of Travis’s rod. The warmth of his wet pucker was subsumed as gravity helped the bunny sink down. Manicured nails grabbed the bull’s shoulders for support. Tepid breaths and soft moans filled the space between them. The bull reached around for his sissy’s cheeks, clasping tight to guide the descent. \n\n\n“You’re taking it so well,” he whispered. “I’m so proud.”\n\n\nGabby opened to speak but a pitched moan squeaked out as he hilted him. The bull leaned back, shuddering at the pressure and heat that enveloped his cock. After a pause Gabby pushed himself up and came down, repeating the motion to a slow but shaky rhythm. Travis smiled. “That’s it.” He held the sissy’s chin, “Bounce on your owner’s cock.”\n\n\nThe bunny whined despite it all. He knew why. Gabby was a lazy bun, preferring to let others do the work in bed. But good sissies put in the effort. They weren’t sex toys to be put away. No, they were closer to pets who needed exercise and care. He told Gabby as much. Besides, Michelle’s hungry eyes at the sight of her husband’s ass devouring their master’s cock required too much focus for Travis to pound the slut.\n\n\n“Would you trade places with your husband, Michelle? Or are you happy being the cuckquean?”\n\n\nShe didn’t answer. He smirked, holding in his laughter. “I think your wife entered subspace,” he whispered to the bouncing sissy, “Why don’t we give her a more active show.”\n\n\n“Anything for you, sir,” Gabby said, at the edge of subspace himself. \n\n\nHe pulled Gabby off and directed him to place his hands on the nearest wall. With care, Travis pulled Michelle by her hair to kneel underneath her sissy husband, mouth agape just below his cage. “Be a good girl and make sure nothing spills on the floor now,” Travis ordered, lining himself up to bury his rod inside the rabbit. \n\n\nNow Travis shifted into the bunny. His hips gyrated, burying his fat cock an inch in and half an inch out. He took his time digging, savoring not just the welcomed warmth but the moans and soft praises of his sissy slut. His slut. His pretty pet. He picked up speed, rocking the wet slapping sound of his thrusts into the open air. Gabby’s quiet cries turned into gibbering gasps and mouthfuls pleading for more. Harder, deeper, faster. Travis lost in the moment, cracked his hand across the rabbit’s flank over and over. \n\n\n“I better not see a mess on the floor, Michelle! You showed so much pride in making them shine!” Travis shouted, letting their pretty cuck know she hadn’t been forgotten.\n\n\nGabby’s head hung low. He pulled it back. “Oh no,” Travis whispered. “You don’t get to relax.” The rabbit’s fingers curled against the wall. He bounced against his master’s thrusting cock, joining the rhythm. \n\n\nTravis felt it surge. He hilted into the rabbit, holding his bitch by the hips. Seed filled the rabbit’s ass, marking the bull’s territory as he’d done before and would for many sessions to come. \n\n\n“D-Don’t stop…” Gabby mewled. Travis pulled out, slow and steady for his sensitive cock. “Please…” the rabbit pleaded, “Please. I’m so close.” \n\n\nHe clutched the sissy’s cheeks. “Since when do you make requests, slut?” He growled. The rabbit smiled—such a brat. “We work on my schedule. Not yours. You get off when I allow it.” \n\n\nHe wasn’t done, but he needed a moment. Gabby knew that. Michelle knew that. Travis didn’t want to break the scene by saying it. So instead he pulled their cuckquean up from under her husband’s dripping cage and pointed her to the rabbit’s filled ass. “Clean him out. I’m not done yet.”\n\n\nThe cat didn’t hesitate. Travis relaxed back into his chair, Gabby’s old chair, and watched his pretty pets enjoy one another. \n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\nAfter a round of sex Travis preferred something with electrolytes when he could get it. Gabby’s choice of fruit punch flavor almost made him regret that. \n\n\nAlmost.\n\n\n“Slow down,” Michelle said. After play she’d clad herself in a purple bathrobe and did nothing to tie it down, leaving her breasts easy to see. Travis didn’t comment on it. Being naked didn’t give him much of an argument to stand on. \n\n\nHe wiped red drops from his lips. “We have more.”\n\n\n“That’s what I’m worried about. This stuff is full of sugar.” \n\n\nHe scoffed and took another gulp. The bottle was three-fourths empty in three swigs. “You can’t avoid sugar, Michelle. It’s not like I’m having these non-stop.” In lieu of a response, the cat crossed her arms and leaned back into her chair. Realizing he’d said something stupid, Travis corrected himself. “Outside of this, I mean.”\n\n\nWith a snicker, she shook her head. “Sure. Sure,” she said with playful defeat. “Just be careful, alright?” \n\n\nHe smiled. Travis liked that about Michelle. Her concern. It wasn’t just surface level for him to stay in shape, to be that chiseled demigod any cuckold couple wanted. She actually listened to his concerns. Unfortunately, this meant one conversation about diabetic fears meant she would always be on him over sugar. He finished the bottle with another swig. Better her than no one. \n\n\n“Was it too much tonight?” He asked out of the blue. \n\n\nMichelle looked taken aback. “What? No. Why do you ask?”\n\n\n“It’s a nagging feeling.” Travis tapped his skull for emphasis. “Plenty of people say they’re into this. But then it happens and suddenly I’ve got malice directed at me with a shotgun in its hands.”\n\n\nShe laughed. “Was it an actual shotgun?”\n\n\nHe wobbled his hand, “Sometimes. Shit’s weird.”\n\n\n“As weird as you asking when we’ve been doing this for a year?” Michelle asked, “If we wanted you to stop, we’d have said so.”\n\n\n“My apologies.” Travis played up his sarcasm with a curt bow of his head, “I’ll try to do better about my imposter syndrome.”\n\n\n“I don’t think that’s what imposter syndrome is.”\n\n\nGabby called out from the bathroom before he could make his, albeit poorly considered, point. “Bath’s ready for one special stud in need of suds!” \n\n\nKnowing how Gabby intended to sudsing him up, the bull smiled. “Anyone ever told you that your husband is a slut?” he asked playfully.\n\n\nShe curled a finger in her hair as she nodded. “It’s half the reason I married him.”\n\n\n“Only half?” \n\n\n“More like a quarter. Love filled the rest.\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Travis found there were few things better than lounging in another man’s leather chair. It was the throne of the modern patriarch. Every abode had one, whether that be a lazy boy or with an ottoman, or made from other materials he didn’t care to name. The seat where a man would relax after a long day of providing for his humble little kingdom.


The bull desecrated it with his bare ass. Sweat glued his heavy balls to the seat while his fat cock hung free in the open. On paper, this was someone else’s chair. They shopped around for it, bought it with their hard-earned money, and intended to rest in it. In practice it was Travis’s chair, something made all the more clear by the two sluts on their knees before him.


To the right was the so-called ‘man’ of the house. Travis chuckled at that. The idea that this black bunny had any ounce of masculinity was ludicrous. He couldn’t even remember what he must have been like before the hot-pink pigtails or the flat chastity cage he so dutifully locked at his crotch. The collar across his neck denoted his new role in sparkling rhinestone letters; Sissy. Something lower than man or woman. A creature inherently submissive by nature, so much that they’d willingly lock away their intended pleasure to pursue another method. Or just in devotion to who treated them as they desired. As they deserved.


Next to him was the sissy’s wife, a calico cat with copper eyes cast downward. Much more reserved than her husband, whose green eyes subtly stared at the bull’s unattended cock. It was a mystery as to how such a cockhungry sissy slut attained such a lovely wife. Her breasts were big enough to hotdog Travis’s cock, something he’d happily done before the sissy slut. Her new nipple chain swayed with her careful breaths. Travis liked them, as he did with the nipple rings that turned the bunny’s pecs into swollen bitch tits. What wonderful gifts they were. Of course, his slaves paid for them, as they happily did for other additions such as the chastity shield over the cat’s crotch.


The bull watched them. Seconds turned to minutes. Their living room was filled with the minute sounds of creaking leather, hot breath, and the occasional jingle of Michelle’s chains. Travis preferred to start with a silent prayer in his mind for how thankful he was to have such loyal and devoted slaves. For as far as they were concerned, he took this time to hold the power of his presence over them. To their credit, they weren’t far off.


“Michelle,” Travis said, breaking the silence, “My cock warrants your attention. Hands only.”


Michelle crawled forward, biting her lip. Shame and excitement mixed into one across the cat’s expression. With but a sniff she became drunk on his scent, mouth open and tongue out to devour him despite his command. He waited for her discipline to kick in, smiling when she stopped an inch short of tasting him as she clasped both hands on his shaft.


“How does it feel in your hands?” Travis leaned on his knuckles while he watched the woman work. Her delicate hands squeezed just right against the hardening mass.


Her speech came like a whisper. “Heavy, master,” she answered when he demanded she speak up.


“I don’t doubt it, especially compared to your husband's before I made him lock it.” A cursory glance revealed the rabbit’s impatient twitch at the comment. “Do you like that it’s heavier, Michelle?”


The cat nodded. “Yes,” she said, breathlessly. “Yes, master.”


“What else do you like about it?”


“The pulse in my hands,” she said, pumping softly, “The way it feels alive. How I need both to hold it. I love the shadow it casts over me when I kneel.” The cat braced her face against it, taking a deep whiff. “Its scent…its taste. May I please taste you, master?”


The bull pondered. On one hand, she deserved it. Michelle was devoted and obedient, carrying the discipline needed to follow his commands. On the other hand, he enjoyed being cruel and knew she loved it. “No. But tell me, do you love knowing that I’m going to make your husband scream with this cock? Do you love that you get to watch?”


Her body shuddered. She curled up, hugging herself with shivering breathful moans that meant one thing. “Did you have an orgasm just now?”


Like a good girl, she nodded, smiling despite breaking permission. Travis shook his head with disappointment.  “tsk, tsk, tsk. That’s another week of denial, dear. Unless you prefer I punish you right now.”


“Please do!” She grabbed his thigh like an eager child. “Please, master, punish me. I will do better, I promise.”


He’d known her long enough to know that was a lie. This was her weakness. “Gabby, go get a paddle from the bedroom. Michelle, face to the floor, ass up.” She turned around. “No. Face facing me.” Confusion crossed her expression but she followed, leaving her forehead to the floor where he secured her under his hoof. Gabby returned with a small leather paddle, one that could hit his wife’s cheeks without losing momentum against the belt. The sissy handed it to his master. Travis pointed to Michelle’s ass.


“Five on each cheek. As hard as you believe she deserves.”


The pink-haired rabbit’s face went red at the prospect. Giddy, he kneeled behind his wife’s rump and nestled the paddle to her. He rubbed it in circles, either to let her acclimate to its touch or for him to grow used to the rush it gave him.


The first smack echoed around the living room. She twitched, fingers curling against the carpet. His hoof held her steady, careful not to hurt. Only the punishment should hurt. The next nine came slowly, steadily growing harder with each strike until Travis’s ass winced reflexively. Her cheeks were wet with tears when she was free to look back up at him. He petted her scalp, “Good girl. Now step back. It is Gabby’s time.”


At the sound of his name, the bunny sauntered over on his knees. He shoved his wife aside when she took too long to leave. Travis considered a punishment for that. Michelle’s expression made him reconsider. She knew her place, just as Gabby knew his. The black bunny slid underneath the bull’s cock like he was born to be there.


Travis, being a spoiler, didn’t bother giving his sissy a command. All he needed was to be called. He knew the rest. Like his wife, he sniffed in the bull’s scent, shuddering in ecstasy before layering it with deep kisses. Bubblegum pink kiss marks covered the mottled shaft and melted with every lick and suckle.


“Isn’t this better, Gabby?” Travis pulled a flicker of the bunny’s attention while still servicing his cock. The bull smiled. The sissy was so devoted. “I remember when you were…” he held up his fingers for air quotes, “Apprehensive about my dick. Do you remember that? Do you remember how breathy your voice was in your denial? Or how red your face was whenever I saw it glancing at my crotch. You kept making excuses. Comparisons you argued. That all shattered when I had you kneeling, didn’t it?”


“Yes…yes sir,” Gabby spoke with a pitched falsetto tone, smiling drunkenly under the weight of his master’s member. Something about that look made Travis want to smear his makeup. In time, he reminded himself. In time.


“Isn’t it funny, Michelle?” Travis said without taking his eyes from Gabby. “Your husband knows his way around a cock better than you do. I’d say it’s because a man knows what he wants, but Gabby isn’t a man, is he?”


With a snap of his fingers, Michelle crawled back over. He pointed to his sack, motioning Gabby to scoot aside. The cat’s tongue licked his balls with care, soaking them in her saliva and suckling each fat nut one at a time. Travis sank into his chair, Gabby’s old chair, with a relaxing sigh and closed his eyes, letting the sensation take him like a massage.


This went on until he heard the two growling. He sneaked a peak, seeing the slave couple pushing each other away to service him. “Must you both play these games?” He said with mock disappointment as he grabbed both of their heads. “Kiss and makeup, I have no patience for disagreements.”


They did not kiss each other without his cock between them. He couldn’t remember if they ever did so in his presence. Given how tantalizing they looked, especially when they gazed up at him in unison, Travis couldn’t say it concerned him. By his hold, they were guided up to his head. Only Gabby was allowed to do more than suckle the head, but Michelle had been…well not necessarily good but even her best rewards were punishments in a way. So when her husband sucked their master’s cock, Travis allowed her to guide the bunny’s head down, requiring both hands on his head for attention. Better there than anything else.


Travis smirked through it all, taking quiet pleasure as the couple worshiped his member. “Remember when you first sucked me off, Gabby?” he asked rhetorically. “Back when you broke through those pesky little concerns? You were eager to gobble it up. Your pesky little gag reflex kept getting in the way. Now look at you. Sinking without a peep.”


At that,t Michelle shoved her husband’s nose to the base. The sudden shift brought teary eyes that ruined Gabby’s delicate mascara and a soft gagging sound. Travis shuddered. He missed that sound. The struggle to take him. Breaking new pets was always more fun than the result. Not that’d he’d tell the sissy. Something about how hard he tried made Travis’s cold heart burgeon with warmth.


Gabby sputtered saliva and pre with chest-heaving breaths. The bull waved his hand to stop his pet. “No more service. Show me your ass.” He glanced over to Michelle, “And you, keep your hands at your sides. Fail, and I’ll get the blindfold.”


Biting her lips she nodded. Gabby meanwhile bounced his butt over. Having a change of thought Travis ordered the bun to face him and come closer. His hand wrapped around the free sack of the bunny’s caged cock. Travis caressed the cage with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to feel the bunny quiver.


“Do you know what I love the most about this?” Travis asked. Gabby's slow answer earned him a tight squeeze.


“Y-Yes, sir!” The bunny cried out.


“Tell me,” Travis commanded, keeping a firm but pleasant hold on the rabbit’s junk.


A jittery breath rumbled through the rabbit. “B-Because it means I give up using my cock. That my pleasure is no longer in my hands. It’s in yours.”


“That’s right. And why should your pleasure be in mine?”


He gulped in spite of his smile, “Because good sissies are obedient. We get pleasure from pleasing others. My cock, my clitty, is just a distraction.”


“And yet I let you keep it.” His grip tightened. “Why shouldn’t I just crush these and be done with it?”


Gabby winced. “B-Because you enjoy them. You like seeing them as a reminder of my choice.”


“Your choice?” He leaned in, smiling, “And what was that?”


“To…to be your sissy slave, master.”


Travis nodded. “That’s right. Such a selfish choice. Did you think about what your wife would do in that situation?” He eyed the blushing cat. “Or did she know it? Tell me, Michelle. Did you know your husband was a sissy? Deep down.”


“N-No, sir.”


“Did it surprise you?”


She shook her head in silence. “Did it humiliate you? Knowing your pretend stud was little more than a slut for real dick? Or do you like it that way?” He prodded deeper, “Do you prefer seeing another man pleasure him? Were you the kind of girl to dig deep into those yaoi fanfics?”


Michelle gnawed at her lower lip. She nodded. Travis laughed. “It’s a wonder you ever married. But look at what your husband’s become.” The bull urged Gabby upward with a finger. The bunny climbed over him, his lips ready for an embrace that the bull stopped with his palm. “Show your wife what a good slut you are, Gabby. Take your seat.”


The bunny lined his ass up to the tip of Travis’s rod. The warmth of his wet pucker was subsumed as gravity helped the bunny sink down. Manicured nails grabbed the bull’s shoulders for support. Tepid breaths and soft moans filled the space between them. The bull reached around for his sissy’s cheeks, clasping tight to guide the descent.


“You’re taking it so well,” he whispered. “I’m so proud.”


Gabby opened to speak but a pitched moan squeaked out as he hilted him. The bull leaned back, shuddering at the pressure and heat that enveloped his cock. After a pause Gabby pushed himself up and came down, repeating the motion to a slow but shaky rhythm. Travis smiled. “That’s it.” He held the sissy’s chin, “Bounce on your owner’s cock.”


The bunny whined despite it all. He knew why. Gabby was a lazy bun, preferring to let others do the work in bed. But good sissies put in the effort. They weren’t sex toys to be put away. No, they were closer to pets who needed exercise and care. He told Gabby as much. Besides, Michelle’s hungry eyes at the sight of her husband’s ass devouring their master’s cock required too much focus for Travis to pound the slut.


“Would you trade places with your husband, Michelle? Or are you happy being the cuckquean?”


She didn’t answer. He smirked, holding in his laughter. “I think your wife entered subspace,” he whispered to the bouncing sissy, “Why don’t we give her a more active show.”


“Anything for you, sir,” Gabby said, at the edge of subspace himself.


He pulled Gabby off and directed him to place his hands on the nearest wall. With care, Travis pulled Michelle by her hair to kneel underneath her sissy husband, mouth agape just below his cage. “Be a good girl and make sure nothing spills on the floor now,” Travis ordered, lining himself up to bury his rod inside the rabbit.


Now Travis shifted into the bunny. His hips gyrated, burying his fat cock an inch in and half an inch out. He took his time digging, savoring not just the welcomed warmth but the moans and soft praises of his sissy slut. His slut. His pretty pet. He picked up speed, rocking the wet slapping sound of his thrusts into the open air. Gabby’s quiet cries turned into gibbering gasps and mouthfuls pleading for more. Harder, deeper, faster. Travis lost in the moment, cracked his hand across the rabbit’s flank over and over.


“I better not see a mess on the floor, Michelle! You showed so much pride in making them shine!” Travis shouted, letting their pretty cuck know she hadn’t been forgotten.


Gabby’s head hung low. He pulled it back. “Oh no,” Travis whispered. “You don’t get to relax.” The rabbit’s fingers curled against the wall. He bounced against his master’s thrusting cock, joining the rhythm.


Travis felt it surge. He hilted into the rabbit, holding his bitch by the hips. Seed filled the rabbit’s ass, marking the bull’s territory as he’d done before and would for many sessions to come.


“D-Don’t stop…” Gabby mewled. Travis pulled out, slow and steady for his sensitive cock. “Please…” the rabbit pleaded, “Please. I’m so close.”


He clutched the sissy’s cheeks. “Since when do you make requests, slut?” He growled. The rabbit smiled—such a brat. “We work on my schedule. Not yours. You get off when I allow it.”


He wasn’t done, but he needed a moment. Gabby knew that. Michelle knew that. Travis didn’t want to break the scene by saying it. So instead he pulled their cuckquean up from under her husband’s dripping cage and pointed her to the rabbit’s filled ass. “Clean him out. I’m not done yet.”


The cat didn’t hesitate. Travis relaxed back into his chair, Gabby’s old chair, and watched his pretty pets enjoy one another.




***




After a round of sex Travis preferred something with electrolytes when he could get it. Gabby’s choice of fruit punch flavor almost made him regret that.


Almost.


“Slow down,” Michelle said. After play she’d clad herself in a purple bathrobe and did nothing to tie it down, leaving her breasts easy to see. Travis didn’t comment on it. Being naked didn’t give him much of an argument to stand on.


He wiped red drops from his lips. “We have more.”


“That’s what I’m worried about. This stuff is full of sugar.”


He scoffed and took another gulp. The bottle was three-fourths empty in three swigs. “You can’t avoid sugar, Michelle. It’s not like I’m having these non-stop.” In lieu of a response, the cat crossed her arms and leaned back into her chair. Realizing he’d said something stupid, Travis corrected himself. “Outside of this, I mean.”


With a snicker, she shook her head. “Sure. Sure,” she said with playful defeat. “Just be careful, alright?”


He smiled. Travis liked that about Michelle. Her concern. It wasn’t just surface level for him to stay in shape, to be that chiseled demigod any cuckold couple wanted. She actually listened to his concerns. Unfortunately, this meant one conversation about diabetic fears meant she would always be on him over sugar. He finished the bottle with another swig. Better her than no one.


“Was it too much tonight?” He asked out of the blue.


Michelle looked taken aback. “What? No. Why do you ask?”


“It’s a nagging feeling.” Travis tapped his skull for emphasis. “Plenty of people say they’re into this. But then it happens and suddenly I’ve got malice directed at me with a shotgun in its hands.”


She laughed. “Was it an actual shotgun?”


He wobbled his hand, “Sometimes. Shit’s weird.”


“As weird as you asking when we’ve been doing this for a year?” Michelle asked, “If we wanted you to stop, we’d have said so.”


“My apologies.” Travis played up his sarcasm with a curt bow of his head, “I’ll try to do better about my imposter syndrome.”


“I don’t think that’s what imposter syndrome is.”


Gabby called out from the bathroom before he could make his, albeit poorly considered, point. “Bath’s ready for one special stud in need of suds!”


Knowing how Gabby intended to sudsing him up, the bull smiled. “Anyone ever told you that your husband is a slut?” he asked playfully.


She curled a finger in her hair as she nodded. “It’s half the reason I married him.”


“Only half?”


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