The0verboss (He/They)

Saw this, thought of them, had to bring it over for you to see lmao

All of us honestly. The way that man got me in a chokehold

Achaia sneers at the boy, and brings his flogger down hard. “Not good enough, try again. What is your place? What are you Ilya?” He growls. Hitting the bright red cunt with every question. “Always you try to spare your embarrassment, and give me half answers. I want to hear you confess boy. Speak!”

Your place.” He pauses his strikes on the 8th hit and stand back. “Go on pup. Speak. Make me believe you’re grateful.”

Achaia slips his fingers from Ilya’s mouth, grinning as the lad gasps and drools. He rubs that drool all over his love’s face. “Messy, nasty boy. You’re just a little toy for our pleasure. Just a hot hole to fuck.” He growls, grabbing the tiefling by the chin. “Thank me and Garmin for teaching you

Literally Achaia.

Not me literally becoming a vengeful pet shop employee. Ugh I should open my own.

THIS IS ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITE SERIES!!!

*Achaia tapping the mic and pointing at Ilya’s list* Slutty, Brave, Incredible, Slutty

Tiefling in his lap, pushing his cock up deeper into his ass and soon he’s fucking Ilya properly.

These my lad. I’m not going to count I’m just going to hit you. Harder. And harder.” As Achaia repeats himself the flogger comes down to make his point, force escalating. In the quiet room the wet slapping is loud, echoing off walls. As Achaia continues his steady pace, Garmin starts to bounce the

Achaia slips his fingers out of his boy’s cunt, dripping wet, “open up my boy.” He slides those same fingers deep into Ilya’s throat, until he can feel the boy gag, and holds them there.

He taps his paddle on the bright red clit, gently first, and the. Brings it down with a firm slap. “20 of

I don’t know that I’ve ever done one of these with Achaia.

Achaia hooks two fingers into the soft open cunt, palm against the puffy pumped clit as he jerks his wrist to force his lad’s pleasure.

He grabs his lad by his chin, bringing him in, eye to eye. “When you feel it happening you have to tell me. You’re going to say, word for word, daddy my dirty pussy is cumming. Do you understand Ilya? If you don’t, I’m not going to give you this cock.” He growls, & then as if to drive his point home

Achaia sidles in close between Ilya’s spread legs, sliding the shaft of his marble cock along the soaked tiefling folds. “You can’t have it yet. You have to take your punishment first. And I know how much you love having your pussy slapped. I know you’re going to cum. And that’s fine my pet.”

Sized and approaches the other men.

“Are you with me Ilya?” Achaia checks in.

Gearing up for the last act.

Achaia, for his part, has slipped his silk wrap off, finally bare, so he can step into his own harness, bells and coins jingling as he settles it. The white marble and red iron cock settled in the wide ring. He takes up his flogger, a flat strip of leather roughly hand

“Fuck sir, he’s such a hole.” Garmin groans as he feels Ilya settle on him. His hands find their place behind the tiefling’s knees, pulling them up and wide. He rocks his cock slowly, for now. It’s not his show and based on how Achaia has discarded the last of his clothes, the Ducal Consort is

And guides him steadily back on his shaking legs. “Go ahead pet, I want his cock in your hole, and your legs spread wide on his lap. Face me and tell me how it feels in you.”

Garmin’s large calloused hands pull the tiefling to him as Achaia guides him back, eager to caress his shivering body.

Achaia discards the cup, tossing it to the floor and opens the pillory again. While he’d been occupied Garmin had moved the chair to just behind Ilya and started to undo his ankle shackles.

“Come here lad, sit in my lap.” He says, slapping a naked hairy thigh.

Achaia grabs Ilya by his upper arm

Waste such a delicacy. Drink it all and I’ll give you Garmin’s cock back. Drink it all and we’ll start on punishing your filthy pussy.”

Achaia presses the cup to Ilya’s mouth and tips it for him.

With little fanfare. He’s eager to move on to the last round, Ilya’s last 20 lashes. “Garmin bring a chair around” He says bending to retrieve the cup from the floor. It’s half full of clear liquid, dripped steadily from Achaia’s boy, and he brings it to him. “Here baby, drink. We don’t want to

Garmin grabs Ilya by one horn, massaging the base as he uses it to lift the boys head. “Last one, pretty. And then I get to split you open again. Does your ass miss my cock? I bet your holes are starting to ache again.”

Much like his final hit with the paddle Achaia’s last lash with the can lands

Another pain Ilya can carry home with himself. Yes, that’ll do nicely. He knows how his love is going to rub all his bruises for days. Achaia lines up his stroke and delivers it quickly.

Achaia swats his boy’s hole again as he stands back up. “Two more, my love. The final stretch. And my love, you’ve done so good.” He praises. He taps the meaty middle of Ilya’s tail then checks his position again. If he moves the stroke higher, the rings on the tiefling’s tail are sure to brush it,

Empty.”

But this time he leans down to kiss the hot welt as it forms. “Going to be full back here soon, Garmin sounds eager.” He says as he brings two fingers up to slap at his boys wet twitching asshole, knowing how the twin pains will make his pussy squirt into the cup. “But your pussy will still be so

Garmin leers at him. “No? Oh lovey, do you even know where the line is?”

Achaia has been listening to the conversation, grateful someone is occupying Ilya’s mind. His beautiful boy responds so well to a mind fuck, to being wound up mentally as well as physically. He strikes Ilya on his tail again

As he speaks he slides the discarded cup onto the floor, sliding it between Ilya’s legs, intent obvious. “what’s it gonna do when he starts to hit it with the flogger you reckon? Especially when this cock is back up your ass. Will it finally be enough? To satisfy such a slutty boy as yourself?”