"You think you're so tough, don't you?" Jenny's voice was a sneer, cutting through the din of the crowded sports bar like a hot knife through butter. She'd had enough of the whispers and the sneers. Enough of the unwanted glances that made her feel like she was on display at a zoo. Her eyes locked onto the burly figure of number 23, the local football hero, as he flexed his muscles for his adoring fans.
The football player, caught off guard, turned to face her. "What's your problem, sweetheart?" he smirked, his teeth gleaming under the neon lights. He didn't see the challenge in her eyes, the coiled tension in her small frame.
Jenny took a step closer, her hands balled into fists at her sides. "You're my problem," she said, her voice low and even. The crowd around them grew quiet, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. The football player laughed, a deep, belly-rumbling sound that echoed off the walls. "You think you can handle me?"
Without waiting for an answer, Jenny shot out her hand, grabbing his wrist. Before he could react, she twisted his arm behind his back and slammed him onto the floor, sending his drink flying. His laughter turned to a grunt of pain as she placed a foot on his back, keeping him pinned. "I'm not here to play games," she hissed. "I'm here to show you what real strength looks like."
The room gasped as the 280-pound man writhed under her, his face reddening with shock and embarrassment. His fans looked on in disbelief, their jaws hanging open. Jenny felt a thrill of power surge through her as she looked down at him, his muscles straining against her unyielding grip. He grunted, trying to push himself up, but she just pressed harder, her foot digging into the floorboards.
"What do you want?" he growled, his pride wounded. Jenny's smile grew colder. "A little respect," she said, her eyes flashing. "You think you're the biggest, baddest thing around here because you can throw a ball. But you're just a bully, pushing people around because you're afraid of what you don't understand."
The football player glared up at her, his breathing heavy. "Get off me," he spat. Jenny's foot pressed down harder, her strength not wavering. "Not until you learn your place," she said, her voice firm. "And that's not above me."
"So, you know karate or something, but you took me by surprise! You could do this if I knew you were going to attack!" The football player, Brad, said, his voice tight with anger and embarrassment. Jenny's grip on his wrist tightened, and she leaned down so their faces were just inches apart.
"I'm not asking for a rematch," she said, her voice cold. "I'm telling you that I'm not someone to mess with. And if I see you disrespecting anyone else in here, I'll do more than just beat you. I'll make you wish you'd never set foot in this town."
Brad's eyes narrowed, but he could feel the weight of her power holding him down. He nodded, begrudgingly. Jenny released him and stepped back, her eyes never leaving his. He slowly got to his feet, brushing off his shirt and trying to regain some of his lost dignity.
"This isn't over," he muttered, pushing past her and stomping out of the bar. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, no one daring to get in his way. Jenny watched him go, a smirk playing on her lips.
The silence lingered for a moment before the bar erupted in chatter again, the patrons trying to process what they'd just witnessed. The bartender slammed a fresh drink on the counter in front of her. "On the house," he said, a glint of admiration in his eye. Jenny took a sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat.
Her victory was short-lived, though. The bar door swung open, and Brad stormed back in, his face a mask of rage. "You're going to pay for that," he snarled, charging at her. Jenny's heart raced, but she remained calm, her body poised for action.
The crowd tensed, expecting a full-blown brawl, but what unfolded was far from it. Jenny sidestepped Brad's clumsy lunge and sent him stumbling into a nearby table. He crashed into it with a loud thud, sending bottles and glasses flying. He stood facing her, "You think you're so clever, bitch!" Brad snarled at her, his breath hot and sour.
Jenny raised an eyebrow, unruffled by his display of rage. "It's not about being clever," she said calmly. "It's about knowing your limits."
Her words hit him like a sledgehammer, and Brad's face grew redder with anger. He lunged at her again, but this time she was ready. She caught him mid-stride, hoisting him over her shoulder and slamming him back down onto the floor. The impact was enough to knock the wind out of him, and he lay there, stunned.
As he laid there trying to catch his breath he felt hands helping him up. It was the bouncers telling him to either stop this or leave. He looked up and saw Jenny standing in front of him, smiling sweetly, almost mockingly. "Looks like it's time to go," she said, her voice filled with amusement. Brad felt a mix of humiliation and anger boil within him. He shrugged off the bouncers and stood up, towering over Jenny once again. "You're going to regret this," he threatened, his voice shaking with the effort to hold back his rage.
Jenny's smile didn't waver. "I doubt it," she replied, turning away from him and walking back to her seat at the bar. The crowd had cleared out around them, giving them a wide berth. Brad watched her go, his fists clenched at his sides.
Days passed, and Brad couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation. Every time he saw Jenny around town, his anger grew. He'd been the hero here, the one everyone looked up to, and she'd turned him into a joke. He couldn't stand it. He needed to prove to himself, and everyone else, that he was still the alpha.
Jenny was telling her friends how handsome he was and so big and muscular, but she never mentioned what took place during the party. She was there because her dad was one of the investors in the football team.
Later, Jenny went by Brad's house to apologize, feeling a twinge of guilt for humiliating him in public. She found him in his garage, punching a heavy bag with a ferocity that spoke of his frustration. The bag swung wildly with each hit, the thuds echoing through the space. She cleared her throat, and he spun around, fists up, ready to fight.
"I didn't come here to fight," Jenny said, holding up her hands in a peaceful gesture. Brad's eyes narrowed, his chest heaving from the exertion. He dropped his hands, his muscles tight. "What do you want?"
Jenny took a step closer, her voice softer now. "I wanted to say I'm sorry. For what happened at the bar." Brad snorted, his grip tightening on the heavy bag's ropes. "Sorry? You're sorry for showing me up?"
"No," Jenny said, meeting his gaze steadily. "I'm sorry for the way I did it. But I'm not sorry for standing up for myself. You had it coming."
"You call that an apology? If I wasn't drunk you wouldn't have stood a chance," Brad snarled, his fists tightening on the ropes of the punching bag.
Jenny took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Look, I know you're upset, but maybe we could talk about this. Have a drink, maybe?"
Brad's eyes narrowed, but something in her tone made him pause. He unclenched his fists, the bag swinging slightly from his last punch. "If you were a man I'd fight you right now?"
Jenny's smile grew a little sad. "Don't let that stop you. Fighting isn't going to solve anything. I'd be happier if we just talk?" she suggested, her voice gentle yet firm. Brad studied her for a moment, the rage in his eyes buildingm she knew she was going to have to fight him again.
Brad took a step closer, his chest puffed out. "You think you can handle me sober?" he challenged, a sneer curling his lip.
Jenny tilted her head to the side, considering. "I know I can," she said simply. "But like I said, I'm not here to fight. I'm here to make peace."
"Oh, so you're scared without any back up," Brad spat, his eyes glinting with malice. "I'll tell you what, I'll show you what real power is." He lunged at her again, but Jenny was faster. She stepped aside and with a swift move, she grabbed his arm and twirled him around, slamming him into the wall of the garage.
The impact was hard enough to leave a dent in the drywall, and Brad's head snapped back, his eyes wide with shock. He stared at her, disbelief etched into his features. "You Bitch!" he managed to yell, his breath coming in short gasps.
Jenny didn't say a word, her grip on his arm like a vice. She leaned in, her nose almost touching his. "I told you, I'm not here to fight. But if you want to keep pushing, I'll keep showing you what you're messing with." Brad's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of fear or weakness, but his ego wouldn't let him back down. He's a professional football player and she's a petite girl! She can't be stronger than him?
He breaks free and swings at her again, but Jenny anticipates the move and catches his fist in her hand, squeezing until he grimaces in pain. "You're not listening," she says, her voice still calm. "This isn't about who's stronger. It's about respect."
Brad wasn't listening and Jenny knew she was going to hande to beat him down again. She felt a little bad about it, but also excited. He was so big and powerful, yet she knew she could take him. The thrill of the fight was something she hadn't felt in a long time.
"You think you're so tough," Brad sneered, trying to pull his fist from her iron grip. "You're just a little girl playing with fire."
Jenny's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with excitement. "I'm not playing," she said, her voice a whisper. "But if you want to find out how hot it burns, keep it up."
With a swift motion, she twisted his arm and brought him down to his knees, his face a mask of agony. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I don't want to fight you, Brad. But if you insist, I will. And you won't like the outcome."
That just mad him madder. Brad's eyes were blazing with anger, his muscles straining as he tried to break free from Jenny's grip. But she was too strong, her fingers digging into his skin as she held him firmly in place. His andr was making him blind to the obvious power she had over him. "Let me go!" he roared, and Jenny did.
But instead of attacking, she stepped back, giving him room to stand. Brad took the opportunity to get to his feet, glaring down at her. He started throwing punches. Jenny dodged and blocked every punch with ease, her movements fluid and graceful. The power behind her blocks sent Brad staggering back with each hit.
Finally Jenny started fighting back. Her punches weren't like a girl's at all. They were precise, powerful, and had the strength of a truck behind them. Each hit sent Brad stumbling, his face a mess of shock and pain.
The garage became a battleground, the air thick with the scent of sweat and bruised egos. Brad threw everything he had at her, his training and size seemingly useless against her unyielding might. Jenny's strikes were surgical, targeting his weak spots, making him feel like a ragdoll in the hands of a giant.
To call what happened a fight would be wrong. Jenny beat him to the point he collapsed and started begging her to stop hurting him. The sound of his desperate pleas filled the garage, echoing off the walls and mixing with the metallic tang of blood.
Jenny stepped back, panting slightly, and Brad lay on the floor, his body bruised and battered. He looked up at her, his eyes full of fear and something else - something she didn't quite recognize. It was like he was seeing her for the first time, not as the daughter of one of his investors, but as someone to be feared and respected.
"I'm so sorry, please stop beating me. I won't mess with you again," Brad's voice was a whimper, his pride shattered on the cold concrete floor of the garage. Jenny felt a mix of satisfaction and pity. She hadn't enjoyed hurting him, but she'd enjoyed proving her point.
She bends down and reaches out and he jumps and covers his face expecting more pain. But her touch is gentle. She caresses his cheek with the back of her hand and his breathing slows down.
"Get up," she says firmly, her voice a stark contrast to her tender touch. Brad does as he's told, his legs wobbly beneath him. Jenny looks into his eyes, searching for any trace of the arrogance that had fueled his earlier actions. It's gone, replaced with something akin to awe and a newfound respect.
She sees his handsomeness again and scoops his 280 pounds up with ease and carries him to his couch. She sits him down, his eyes never leaving hers, a strange mix of fear and admiration swirling in their depths. "You're going to be my pet," she says, her voice a command. Brad's eyes widen in shock, but he doesn't protest. There's something about the way she says it that makes it sound... appealing.
Jenny walks over to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water, twisting the cap off and bringing it to his cracked lips. He drinks greedily, his eyes never leaving hers. "Why?" he croaks, when he's had his fill.
"Because you need to learn that strength isn't just about how much you can bench press," she says, her voice softer now. "It's about how you treat others, and when to bend and when to stand firm."
Brad's gaze drops to the floor, his cheeks reddening. He nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. Jenny's expression softens, and she sits down next to him, her hand still resting on his shoulder. "I don't want to be feared," she says gently. "I just want to be treated like anyone else. With respect."
Brad nods again, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. "I understand," he murmurs. Jenny can feel the tension in his body slowly easing, his muscles no longer coiled for a fight that won't come.
She starts pulling up his shirt his hard abs with a dusting of hair that gets thicker and denser as she works her way up his torso. She runs her fingers over his bruised chest and stomach, checking the extent of her handiwork. He winces but doesn't protest.
"You're going to have to heal before I can take you out in public," Jenny says, her voice thoughtful. "We can't have people thinking I'm a monster." She removes his shirt completely and gently kisses him on the forehead, her hands tracing the contours of his bruised body. Brad's eyes close, and a shiver runs down his spine.
He opens his eyes to find her standing over him, a smirk playing on her lips. "Strip," she orders, and Brad's cheeks flush as he does as he's told. She takes in his muscular frame, the power that she's managed to tame, and feels a strange thrill.
As Brad strips down to his boxers, Jenny grabs a leather collar from a shelf, one that she'd noticed earlier. It's adorned with studs and a small ring attached to the front. She approaches him, holding it out. "This is your new accessory," she says, her tone playful but firm. Brad's eyes widen, but he doesn't argue as she fastens it around his neck.
"This only comes off when you play football and take a shower. Understand!?!" Jenny's voice was clear and firm, her eyes holding his. Brad nodded, the metal of the collar cool against his bruised skin.
Brad's cock was rock hard and she knew it. She had just destroyed his ego and was now in complete control of him. She looked at his boxers and smirked. "Take those off too," she said, her voice filled with authority. Brad looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and lust. He knew he was no match for her strength, but he couldn't help the way his body responded to her dominance.
Slowly, Brad complied, sliding his boxers down his muscular legs. His cock sprang free, standing at attention like a soldier saluting his commander. Jenny couldn't help but admire the sheer size of it, even though she had seen plenty of men before. This was different. This was the first time she had a man so completely at her mercy.
"Good boy," she said, her voice filled with a seductive purr. Brad's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He had never felt so... vulnerable before. But there was something about the way Jenny looked at him, the way she spoke to him, that made him want to please her.
Jenny steps up to him and palms his big heavy balls in her hand. "You're going to learn to control this," she says, giving them a gentle squeeze. Brad gasps and nods. He's never felt so small before, but also so alive. She releases him and sits back on the couch, her eyes scanning his naked body. "Come here," she says, patting her lap. Brad hesitates for a moment, then walks over to her, his bruised body moving with surprising grace.
As he lies down on her lap, Jenny starts to stroke his hair, her touch surprisingly gentle. "You're going to be a good pet," she whispers, her breath warm against his ear. Brad feels something stir in his chest, something that's a mix of fear and desire. He's never felt so... owned before.
Her hand trails down his body, her fingers tracing the contours of his abs and chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She circles his nipples, watching as they harden under her touch. Brad's breath hitches, his cock twitching in response. He can feel himself getting harder, and he's acutely aware of the power she holds over him.
Jenny's hand moves lower, her fingertips brushing over the shaft of his cock. She grips it firmly, stroking him in a way that's both tender and controlling. His eyes roll back in his head, his hips bucking slightly as pleasure washes over him. He's never felt so... vulnerable before. So exposed. So completely at someone's mercy.
But it's not just the physical dominance that has him panting. It's the way she looks at him, the way she talks to him. Like he's a wild animal she's tamed. Like he's a toy she can play with. It's intoxicating, and he can't help but respond to it. His cock jumps in her hand, pre-cum beading at the tip.
Jenny leans in closer, her breath hot on his neck. "You like this, don't you?" she whispers, her voice a seductive purr. Brad can't form words, can only nod his head, his body trembling with need. She smirks, her grip tightening slightly on his cock. "Good boy," she says again, her thumb circling the sensitive spot just under the head.
Her other hand snakes around his waist, her nails digging into his skin just enough to make him aware of the power she holds. Brad feels a rush of pleasure mixed with pain, his body arching into her touch. Jenny's strokes become more deliberate, her rhythm matching the beat of his racing heart. He can feel his orgasm building, a pressure that threatens to consume him.
"Not yet," she murmurs, her voice a dark promise. She slows her hand, the friction a delicious torment as he fights the urge to beg for release. "You cum when I say you cum." Brad nods, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to regain control of his breathing. The leather collar feels tight around his neck, a constant reminder of his new role.
Jenny leans back, her hand still wrapped around his shaft. "Now," she says, her voice a command, "tell me what you are."
Brad's eyes fly open, meeting hers. He swallows hard, his voice a low murmur. "I'm your pet."
Jenny's grip tightens, her smile widening. "That's right," she says, her voice a low purr. "And what does that mean?"
Brad's voice is shaky as he responds, his body trembling with need. "It means... I'll do whatever you want. I'll serve you. I'll submit to you." The words come out in a rush, and Jenny can see the conflict in his eyes - the struggle between his pride and his desire to submit.
Her hand starts moving again, faster this time. "Good boy," she murmurs, watching the pleasure play out on his face. His hips are moving with her rhythm now, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She can feel his cock pulsing in her hand, and she knows he's close. "Cum for me," she says, her voice a soft command.
Brad's body tenses, and with a roar that's part pleasure and part frustration, he does. His orgasm hits him like a freight train, his cock spurting hot cum all over her hand and her jeans. Jenny laughs, her grip never faltering, continuing to milk him until every last drop is out. Brad's head falls back, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
"Good boy," she says again, her voice filled with satisfaction. She stands up, leaving Brad's cock to go limp against his thigh. He looks up at her, his eyes glazed with pleasure. She holds out her hand, and he takes it, letting her pull him to his feet.
The leather collar feels heavy around his neck, a constant reminder of his submission. Jenny leads him to the bathroom, her grip firm but gentle. She turns on the shower and points to the tiles. "You're going to clean up," she says, her voice still that sweet blend of authority and affection.
Brad nods, removes the collar, stepping into the warm spray, his muscles relaxing slightly. He looks up at her, the water running down his face and chest. "Thank you," he murmurs, the words barely audible over the sound of the water. Jenny smiles, and undresses and steps in with him.
She grabs his head and pulls him into a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as if claiming her territory. Brad's hands come up to her waist, pulling her closer, his body responding to her touch despite the bruises. The water cascades over them, mixing with their sweat and the last remnants of the fight's adrenaline.
She grabs his ass and lifts him. His hard cock slides over her soft smooth stomach, up and in between her tits. Brad gasps as his dick is squeezed by her pert breasts. The act of being lifted so easily by the girl he used to think of as weak, sends waves of pleasure through his body.
Jenny starts to bobbing him up and down, fucking his cock with her tits. Brad's eyes roll back in his head, his moans echoing off the shower walls. He can't believe the power she has over him, and he loves it.
His 280 muscular pounds being lifted as if he was a toy, Brad felt a strange mix of exhilaration and submission. His cock was nestled perfectly between her breasts, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. Jenny's strength was something he'd never experienced before, and it was intoxicating.
Jenny's eyes gleamed with power and lust as she felt him get harder against her chest. She knew she had him now, that he was hers to command. She pushed him back under the spray of the shower, the water washing the sweat and blood away. Brad's hands found her shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held onto her, his eyes never leaving hers.
Just as he was about to cum she put him back on the floor. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to his knees. "My turn." She pushed his face into her pussy and told him to get busy. Brad felt her smooth wetness against his cheek and her scent filled his nostrils. He didn't know what to do, but he knew he had to please her.
He tentatively stuck out his tongue and licked her. Jenny's legs quivered at the touch and she grabbed the back of his head, pushing him closer. "That's it," she moaned, her voice filled with lust. Brad's tongue explored her, tasting her sweetness, feeling her softness. He'd never been with a woman so powerful, so dominant. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
He was always the aggressor, the one who took charge, but now he was kneeling before her, his face buried in her wetness, and it was a heady feeling. Jenny's grip on his head tightened as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. Her thighs tensed and her breath hitched in her throat.
Brad's tongue danced over her clit, swirling and licking with a newfound enthusiasm. He could feel her power, her dominance, and it was turning him on more than he ever thought possible. He'd always been the alpha in the bedroom, but here he was, a giant of a man, kneeling before this tiny slip of a girl, doing as he was told.
Jenny's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his face as she guided him to just the right spot. She could feel the orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing with every stroke of his tongue. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice a mix of praise and need.
Brad's heart raced as he serviced her, his own cock harder than ever. He'd never felt so alive, so... alive. The water cascaded down their bodies, mingling with their sweat and the juices of her arousal. He lapped at her eagerly, his tongue circling her clit, feeling her body tense with each flick.
Jenny's moans grew louder, echoing in the small space. She was close, so close, and the power in her legs gave way as she leaned against the shower wall for support. "Don't stop," she panted, her voice a mix of pleasure and demand. Brad didn't need to be told twice. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly as he felt her body quivering.
She forced his face into her wetness. Her one arm held him in place as she finally came. He tried to pull back but couldn't. He felt her legs tighten around his neck, her nails dig into his shoulders as she climaxed, her body shaking with pleasure. It was the most intense experience he'd ever felt, being the source of such power and satisfaction for someone else.
When she finally let go, Brad was left panting, his face red and his cock harder than ever. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a newfound respect and desire. Jenny smirked, rinsed off, then stepping out of the shower and handing him a towel. "Dry off," she said, her voice still firm. "We're not done yet."
Brad did as he was told, his hands shaking slightly as he toweled himself off. He felt... alive. More alive than he had in years. The bruises and pain from their earlier altercation were nothing compared to the exhilaration of submission. He followed her into the bedroom, his heart racing.
"Don't forget your collar, Pet." Jenny's voice was sweet, but the command in it left no room for argument. Brad picked it up from the counter where he set it, feeling the leather cool against his bruised skin. He fastened it around his neck, the reality of his new role sinking in as the metal clicked into place.
Jenny lay on the bed, her naked body a picture of beauty and power. She beckoned him over with a crook of her finger, and Brad crawled to her like a loyal dog. She spread her legs, revealing her glistening pussy, and he eagerly buried his face between her thighs.
Her taste was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and musk that made him hungry for more. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep into her folds as she moaned above him. Her hands tangled in his hair, guiding him, urging him on. Brad had never felt so... alive, so in sync with someone else's pleasure.
Jenny's hips began to rock, her legs tightening around his head as she grew closer to her peak. "Fuck, yes," she breathed, her voice a low growl of satisfaction. Brad felt a thrill of triumph run through him, knowing he was the one giving her this pleasure. He worked harder, his tongue flicking and dancing across her clit, feeling her body tense as she reached climax.
At climax she squeezed his head so tight she knocked him out. When Brad came to he was on the floor, the leather collar still around his neck. He looked up to see Jenny standing over him, her legs slightly apart and her hand on her hip, a look of annoyance on her face. "You passed out!" she said, her voice a mix of amusement and irritation.
Brad groaned, his head pounding. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice thick with submission. He couldn't believe he had lost consciousness like that, but the rush of power and pleasure had been too intense. Jenny offered her hand, and he took it, and she lifted him up into his feet.
Her eyes searched his, looking for any signs of regret or defiance. Finding none, she smirked, "You're going to have to learn to handle your new role better," she said, her voice a mix of tease and command. Brad nodded, his body still humming from her touch.
He followed her back to the bed, his heart racing with anticipation. Jenny lay down on her stomach, her ass in the air. "Take me from behind," she ordered, her voice a low purr. Brad didn't hesitate. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging at her wet entrance. He pushed in, feeling her tightness grip him like a vice.
Her muscles clenched around him, and he had to fight the urge to pound into her like he usually did. This was her show, her call. He knew he had to be gentle, to give her what she wanted. And what she wanted was control. So he pushed in slowly, feeling her body adjust to his size. Jenny's breath hitched, and she let out a low moan that sent shivers down his spine.
Once he was all the way in, Brad paused, his hands on her hips, waiting for her signal. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes hooded with lust. "Good boy," she murmured, and the praise had him swelling with pride. He began to move, his strokes long and deep, each one pushing her closer to the edge.
Jenny's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Brad felt his own orgasm building, his muscles tightening with every thrust. But he knew he had to hold back, had to make this about her. He focused on her pleasure, her reactions, her sounds. It was a dance of dominance and submission, one that he was quickly learning the steps to.
He reached around, his hand finding her clit and began to rub it in tight circles. Jenny's moans turned to whimpers, her body shaking with the intensity of it all. "Cum for me," he heard her say, her voice a mix of demand and need. And Brad did, his hips slamming into hers as he emptied himself inside her, feeling her own orgasm ripple around him.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, the only sound the heavy panting of their breath. Then Jenny rolled over, her eyes shining with a newfound respect. "You're learning," she said, her voice soft. Brad couldn't help but smile, his chest puffing out slightly.
For the rest of night she wound him up as he made her have orgasms after orgasms. She let him cum, too, but always after she was satisfied. She taught him patience and control, something that was a complete reversal from his usual aggressive nature. Brad had never felt so... alive. So... alive and so... complete.
She wore him out. To the point he begged her to let him rest. Jenny had never felt so powerful in her life. She looked down at Brad, sprawled on the bed, his muscular body glistening with sweat and her juices. The leather collar was still around his neck, a stark contrast against his skin. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction seeing him like this, knowing she'd broken down his walls of arrogance and control.
But the night wasn't over yet. Jenny slid off the bed, her own body sated but her mind racing with ideas. She had so much to teach him, so much more to explore in this new dynamic. She rummaged through her drawers, pulling out a few items that she thought would be... useful. A leash, a pair of handcuffs, and a blindfold.
Brad's eyes grew wide as she approached the bed, his cock twitching in anticipation. He had never been one for kink, but with Jenny, everything felt new, exciting. He watched as she attached the leash to the collar, a shiver of excitement running down his spine.
Jenny climbed onto the bed, straddling him, the leather cold against his skin. She placed the blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. "Now, pet," she whispered, her voice a sweet caress, "it's time for your training to begin." Brad's cock grew even harder at her words, his body responding instinctively to her dominance.
The handcuffs clicked around his wrists, and she tugged on the leash, guiding him to the edge of the bed. He could feel her body heat, her softness pressing against his, as she leaned over him. "You're going to learn to trust me," she said, her voice a mix of sternness and seduction. "And you're going to love every minute of it."
Brad felt his heart racing, his cock pulsing with excitement. He'd never been in a situation like this before, but with Jenny, he felt... safe. Like he could let go of everything and just... be. He nodded, his breath coming in short, eager gasps. Not that he had a choice.
Jenny took the leash in her hand and gave it a gentle tug. "Up," she said, her voice firm. Brad obeyed, his arms straining against the handcuffs as he got to his feet. He could feel her moving around him, her bare skin brushing against his, sending little sparks of pleasure through his body. He was completely at her mercy, and he loved it.
The leash grew taut as she led him to the center of the room. He could hear the sound of her rummaging through something, and then she was back, her breath warm on his ear. "You're going to stand here," she said, her voice a whispered command. "And you're going to stay still, no matter what I do."
Brad nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. He could feel his cock growing harder with every second that passed, his body primed and ready for whatever she had in store. Jenny stepped back, and he felt the loss of her warmth like a cold draft. He heard the sound of her footsteps retreating, and then... silence.
The anticipation was agonizing. He strained his ears, trying to pick up any clue as to what she was doing, but all he could hear was the thundering of his own heart and the occasional drip of water from the shower. The tension grew until it was almost unbearable, his muscles quivering with the effort of staying still.
Then, she was back. He felt the cool leather of the crop against his skin, tracing a line from his shoulder to his hip. The sensation was strange, a mix of fear and excitement that had him on edge. He could feel her moving around him, the crop a constant reminder of her presence. Then, without warning, she brought it down with a sharp crack across his ass.
Brad yelped, his body jolting. The sting was surprising, but not unwelcome. He felt his cock throb in response, his body craving more of this new sensation. Jenny chuckled, her voice a low purr of amusement. "You liked that, didn't you?" she asked, her tone teasing. Brad nodded, unable to speak, his throat tight with desire.
The crop struck again, this time across his shoulders, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He grunted, his body tensing, but he remained still, as instructed. The third blow was to his thighs, the pain mixing with pleasure, sending a shockwave through him. He felt his cock pulse, begging for release, but he knew better than to ask. This was about her pleasure, not his.
Jenny's voice was a siren's call, whispering sweet nothings that sent shivers down his spine. "You're doing so well," she crooned, her breath hot against his ear. "But we're just getting started." The crop was replaced with something softer, something that brushed against his skin like a feather, sending goosebumps racing across his flesh.
Brad couldn't see, but he knew she was watching him, her eyes assessing his every reaction. He felt the soft fabric trail over his chest, his abs, and down to his cock, which was now rock-hard and begging for attention. The anticipation was maddening, his body a taut bowstring ready to snap at the slightest touch.
And then it came. Jenny's hand wrapped around his shaft, her grip firm and confident. She stroked him slowly, her nails scraping against his sensitive skin. Brad bit his lip to keep from moaning too loudly, his eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold. Her touch was both gentle and firm, a masterful blend of tenderness and dominance that had him panting like a starved animal.
Just as quick as her grabbing his cock she released it. Then something hot and wet engulfed his cock. At first he thought it was her pussy, but she isn't tall enough and he didn't hear her move anything. Then he thought it was her mouth but something wasn't quite right. Then he heard her behind him touching his ass as the hot wet item sucked on his 10" cock.
"Are you liking this?" She asked as her fingers moved between his ass crack, feeling his tight hole. Brad nodded, his breath coming in ragged pants. The sensation was foreign, but strangely thrilling. Jenny chuckled, her breath warm against his skin. "I knew you would."
The hot wetness around his cock grew more intense, the suction increasing as she worked him over. Brad's legs began to shake, his body straining against the handcuffs. He could feel the orgasm building, his cock swelling with every pulse of her... mouth? No, it couldn't be. It was too... too much.
Jenny slipped her fingers into his ass, lubing it up as she felt his body tense. "Just relax," she murmured, her voice soothing despite the wicked grin on her face. Brad took a deep breath, trying to focus on her words as the strange sensation grew more intense. He'd never had anything in his ass before, but with Jenny in charge, he was willing to try anything.
He just hopped his buddies didn't see him like this. Jenny's fingers found his prostate and slowly massaged it. "Mistress." Brad said and Jenny liked that. Breathing hard he continued, "if you keep this up I'm gonna cum." She could feel him straining to hold back the impending orgasm.
"Not yet," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I want to see how much you can take." She increased the pressure, her fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Brad's knees buckling. He moaned, his body fighting against the handcuffs, the leather biting into his skin, the wet.... mouth?, and her fingers.
Jenny stepped away, leaving Brad's ass feeling empty. He heard the sound of something being unwrapped, and his heart skipped a beat. "What's that?" he managed to ask, his voice strained with anticipation. The wet thing still working his cock didn't let up.
"It's a surprise," she cooed, her tone playful. The sound of a bottle cap being unscrewed filled the room, and Brad felt something cold and slick being applied to his anus. He tensed, but her voice was in his ear, soothing him. "Remember, you're my good boy. Just breathe and relax."
The wetness was replaced by something harder, but still warm and slick. He felt the tip of a dildo press against his hole, and he took a deep breath, bracing himself. Jenny's voice grew more commanding. "Now, push out for me," she instructed, and Brad did as he was told, feeling the toy inch inside him. It was a strange sensation, but not entirely unpleasant.
The dildo slid in deeper, filling him up in a way that was both foreign and exhilarating. The mouth on his cock continued to suck and lick, keeping him on the edge of climax. His body was a maelstrom of sensation, the pain and pleasure mixing in a heady cocktail that made him feel alive.
Jenny watched him intently, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She'd never had a man submit to her like this before, and it was intoxicating. She pushed the dildo in further, watching his body tense and then relax as he accepted it. "Good boy," she whispered, her voice filled with pride.
The mouth on his cock grew more insistent, the suction increasing until Brad could feel his orgasm approaching like a freight train. "Mistress," he groaned, his voice strained. "I can't hold it much longer." Jenny laughed, the sound low and seductive. "Then don't," she said, her hand reaching up to stroke his chest.
Brad's body tightened as he felt the dildo twist inside him, pressing against his prostate. The mouth on his cock was relentless, drawing him closer and closer to the precipice. And then, with one final thrust, he was over the edge, his cock pulsing as he came harder than he ever had before.
The mouth on his cock didn't let up, swallowing his seed and leaving him gasping for breath. The dildo continued to move inside him, sending aftershocks of pleasure through his body. He was lost in a sea of sensation, his mind reeling from the intensity of it all.
If not for Jenny holding up he'd collapse from the intense pleasure and pain. He felt like he was floating, his body boneless and submissive to her will. As his climax subsided, the mouth on his cock gently released him, leaving him panting and trembling. Jenny removed the blindfold, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Brad looked down at himself, his body drenched in sweat, the handcuffs still digging into his wrists. The sight of the dildo in his ass and the leather collar around his neck was surreal, but it only served to fuel his desire for more. Jenny noticed his gaze and smirked. "You like it?" she asked, her voice a mix of amusement and dominance.
Then he saw the man that had been sucking him off. He was dressed in women's lingerie, his eyes glazed over and a leash attached to his collar, the same leash Jenny held in her hand. Brad's mind reeled, trying to process what he was seeing.
"You liked being a slut, didn't you?" Jenny's voice was like velvet, stroking his ego even as she tightened her grip on the leash. "Good boy," she said, patting the man's head. The man looked up at her with adoration, his mouth still slick with Brad's cum.
Brad's eyes widened in shock, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He'd never seen anything like this before, but the sight of the man in lingerie, collared and leashed, was oddly... arousing. Jenny noticed his reaction and smirked. "I knew you'd be open to new experiences," she said, her tone smug.
The man looked up at Brad with a shy smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thank you, Sir," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Brad felt his cock twitch, his mind racing with the implications of what had just happened. He had been fucked by a dildo while another man, clearly also under Jenny's control, had serviced him.
The other man was well-built, not as big as Brad, but bigger than Jenny. "Mistress, who is he? Can I play with him too?" the man asked, his voice hopeful. Jenny chuckled, stroking his cheek gently. "Not yet, my pet," she said, her eyes never leaving Brad's. "But if Brad is a good boy, I might let you both play together."
Brad felt his stomach drop, his mind racing with the possibilities. He'd never been with a man before, but the idea of sharing Jenny's attention, of being part of her twisted games, was... exhilarating. He nodded, his voice hoarse. "I'll be good," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.
Jenny's smirk grew wider. "Very good," she purred, and Brad felt a thrill run through him. She turned to the other man, her hand running down his chest. "Take the dildo out of Brad's ass," she instructed, her voice firm. The man obeyed, his movements gentle as he pulled the toy out.
Brad felt a strange sense of loss as the object was removed, his body still pulsing with the aftermath of his orgasm. He watched as Jenny stepped closer, her naked body a vision of power and beauty. She leaned up and whispered in his ear, "You're going to get to play with him soon, but first, I have something else in mind."
Her hand moved to the leash attached to Brad's collar, and she gave it a firm tug. "On your knees," she ordered, and Brad found himself complying without thought. The lingerie-clad man watched them, his eyes filled with a mix of envy and excitement. Jenny approached a drawer, her hips swaying with each step, and pulled out a large, thick butt plug.
"This," she said, holding it up for Brad to see, "is your next lesson in obedience." Brad's eyes widened, but he didn't protest. Instead, he leaned forward, presenting his ass to her. Jenny's smirk grew as she applied more lube to the plug, watching him with a predatory gaze.
The coolness of the lube was a stark contrast to the heat of the room. Brad felt his body tense as the plug's tip pressed against his anus, but he didn't pull away. He trusted Jenny, even as she pushed the object inside him, stretching him wider than he'd ever been before. He bit back a whimper, his eyes squeezed shut tightly.
Jenny's hand was steady, her grip on the leash never wavering. "Breathe," she said, her voice calm and soothing. Brad took a deep breath, feeling the plug inch further in. The sensation was intense, but he focused on her voice, her control over him. She was his anchor in this storm of new and overwhelming sensations.
The plug slid in, filling him completely. Jenny stepped back, admiring her handiwork. Brad's face was a mix of pain and pleasure, his body trembling with the effort of staying still. "Good boy," she said, her voice filled with pride. The other man watched with wide eyes, his own cock hard at the sight.
Jenny turned to the dresser, her movements deliberate and sensual. She pulled out a bottle of lube and a cock ring, tossing them to Brad. "Put these on," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. Brad fumbled with the items, his hands shaking slightly. He managed to get the cock ring around the base of his cock, the tightness making him gasp.
Jenny walked over to the other man, her hand trailing over his chest. "What's your name, pet?" she asked, her eyes still on Brad. The man looked up at her, his eyes filled with adoration. "T-Trevor, Mistress," he stuttered. Jenny nodded, a pleased smile playing on her lips.
"Trevor," she said, her voice like a purr, "you're going to help Brad get used to his new accessory." She gestured to the butt plug, and Brad felt his cheeks heat up. He watched as she took the man's cock in her hand, stroking it gently. "You're going to fuck him," she continued, her gaze never leaving Brad's. "And he's going to take it like the good boy he is."
Trevor nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving Jenny's. Brad felt his body tense, the reality of what was about to happen sinking in. But he didn't protest. He was too far gone, too lost in the thrill of submission to even consider it. He just watched as Trevor moved behind him, his cock thick and hard.
Jenny stepped back, watching them both with a knowing smile. "Remember, Brad," she said, her voice a gentle reminder of his role. "You're my pet. You'll do whatever I tell you." Brad nodded, his eyes meeting hers, the trust in them unwavering.
Trevor saw Brad's semi erect cock and looked at Jenny. "Mistress can I feel that up my ass after? I've never had anything so big before." Jenny chuckled and nodded. "If Brad behaves and takes it well, you can have a turn with him. Now, get on with it," she ordered.
Trevor's eyes gleamed with excitement as he knelt behind Brad, the head of his cock nudging against the lubed-up plug. Brad took a deep breath, feeling his body tense around the intrusion. The plug was one thing, but this was something else entirely. Trevor removed the plug, pushed in, and Brad gasped as he felt the man's cock fill him up, stretching him wider than ever before.
The initial pain was intense, but as Trevor began to move, Brad found that he liked it. The combination of the cock ring and the fullness of Trevor's cock inside him had his own cock straining against the toy, desperate for attention. Jenny watched them, stroking her own clit as she enjoyed the show of dominance and submission.
"Fuck me, Brad," Trevor groaned, his voice thick with desire. Brad's body responded instinctively, pushing back against the man's thrusts. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him gritting his teeth.
Jenny watched them with a critical eye, making sure Brad was handling the new experience. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to cup Brad's cheek. "How does it feel, pet?" she asked, her voice a gentle caress. Brad's eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Good," he managed to grunt.
Jenny's smile grew, her hand moving to Brad's cock. She stroked it gently, her touch a stark contrast to the roughness of Trevor's thrusts. "You're doing so well," she cooed, her voice filled with praise. "Just keep taking it for me." Brad nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, his trust in her absolute.
Trevor's hips slammed into him, the man's breathing growing more ragged with each thrust. Brad could feel his own orgasm building, his body responding to the dual sensations of pleasure and pain. Jenny watched them both, her hand moving faster on Brad's cock. "Cum for me," she murmured, and Brad felt himself let go, his body shuddering as he came.
Trevor followed shortly after, his cock pulsing inside Brad as he reached his own climax. The two men stayed like that for a moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined. Jenny stepped back, a look of satisfaction on her face. "Good boys," she said, her voice filled with pride.
Then sheshowed why she's in charge. She lifted both men, one with each hand on their abs, and tossed them into the bed. Brad landed with a thud, still panting, while Trevor landed with a whimper. Jenny straddled Brad, her legs planted firmly on the bed, and leaned over to whisper into his ear, "Now, it's my turn."
Brad felt the pressure of Jenny's pussy against his mouth, and he eagerly licked and kissed her, tasting himself on her. She moaned in pleasure, her hands tangling in his hair as she guided his face against her. Meanwhile, Trevor crawled over to Brad's cock, which was still rock hard despite the recent orgasm.
Without waiting for instruction, Trevor took Brad's cock in his mouth, his eyes never leaving Jenny's. Brad groaned, the sensation of being sucked by a man while serving his mistress sending shockwaves through his body. Jenny watched, her eyes alight with excitement as she felt Brad's tongue working her clit.
The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and wet kisses. Jenny's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against Brad's face as she approached her climax. Brad could feel his own arousal building again, his body responding to the dual sensations of giving and receiving pleasure.
Trevor's mouth was hot and eager on his cock, his tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep down his throat. Brad had never felt so... used, so completely at the mercy of another person's desires. And yet, it was intoxicating. He could feel the beginnings of another orgasm, his body thrumming with excitement.
Jenny's thighs tightened around his head as she neared her peak, her moans growing more urgent. Brad's tongue flicked against her clit, his movements matching the rhythm of Trevor's bobbing head. He could feel the tension in her body, the way her muscles clenched and released around his face, and he knew she was close.
"That's it," she breathed, her voice low and needy. "Make me cum, Brad." And with those words, she shuddered above him, her orgasm washing over her in waves. Brad felt her juices coat his face, the sweet taste of her satisfaction filling his mouth.
She squeezed his head as she forced Trevor's head into Brad's pubic hairs. Brad cum pouring down Trevor's throat as both men fell unconscious. Jenny watched with a smug smile as both men went limp, their muscles no longer tense with arousal. She leaned back, her own breathing ragged from her climax. "Good boys," she murmured, her voice a mix of satisfaction and amusement. Both men out cold from her.
Jenny climbed off Brad, her body slick with sweat. She picked up the handcuffs, the leash, and the crop, placing them neatly on the nightstand. She took a moment to admire her handiwork, the two men sprawled out on the bed, their bodies marked with signs of her dominance. It was a heady feeling, one that made her feel more alive than anything else.
Trevor was the first to stir, his eyes blinking open as he looked around the room, momentarily confused. He saw Jenny standing over him, a smirk playing on her lips, and his confusion turned to awe. "Mistress," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "That was... amazing."
Jenny chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, pet," she said, her voice a gentle purr. She reached out a hand to help him up, pulling him into a standing position. "Now, go clean up," she ordered, her tone firm. Trevor nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, and headed to the bathroom.
Brad's eyes remained closed, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Jenny leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered, "You did so well, my strong little pet." She kissed him softly, her tongue darting out to taste the remnants of her juices on his lips.
As Brad's eyes fluttered open, he found himself staring into the depths of Jenny's green eyes, filled with a mix of pride and hunger. "Thank you, Mistress," he murmured, his voice hoarse from the exertion. He felt the weight of his submission pressing down on him, but instead of suffocating, it was freeing.
Jenny leaned down and kissed him gently, her tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting himself on his lips. "You're welcome," she whispered against his mouth. "But our fun is far from over." She climbed off the bed, her body glistening with sweat and lube, and Brad watched her, his eyes tracking her every move.
Trevor emerged from the bathroom, looking flushed and slightly dizzy. Jenny handed him a towel, her eyes never leaving Brad. "Go sit," she said, pointing to the chair in the corner of the room. Trevor obeyed without question, his eyes still hazy with lust.
Brad watched as Jenny approached the bed, her naked body moving with a grace that belied her strength. She straddled him again, her pussy still wet from her orgasm. "I think it's time for your final lesson of the night," she murmured, her voice low and seductive.
Her hand reached between them, guiding Brad's cock into her wetness. He groaned as she sank down onto him, her walls tight around his shaft. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that had him seeing stars. She began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes locked onto his.
Brad felt his strength returning, his body responding to her touch with a fierce hunger. He grabbed her hips, pushing her down harder onto him, his own hips rising to meet her thrusts. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, the wet slap of flesh on flesh echoing off the walls.
"Trevor come here," Jenny's voice was a siren's call, and Brad watched as the other man eagerly obeyed, his eyes never leaving her. She lifted Trevor and made him straddle Brad's thick hairy chest. "Brad is going to suck you off. Aren't you pet." Her pussy muscles tightening on his cock with each word. Brad looked up at Trevor's cock, already hard again, and felt a mix of excitement and trepidation.
Trevor leaned forward, his hands gripping the headboard as Brad's mouth opened and took him in. The taste of pre-cum and light musky and sweet, and Brad found himself lost in the sensation of sucking another man's cock while being fucked by his mistress. It was a heady, disorienting feeling, one that had him questioning everything he thought he knew about himself.
Jenny's hips rocked back and forth, her pussy tightening around Brad's cock as she watched the two men. Trevor's eyes rolled back in his head, his moans growing louder with each stroke of Brad's tongue. Brad felt a strange sense of pride, knowing that he was pleasing both of them, that he was under their control.
"Flex those huge muscular arms, my pet," Jenny ordered, her voice a seductive purr. Brad obeyed, his biceps bulging as he pushed Trevor's legs apart, making him more vulnerable. Trevor gasped, his cock growing even harder in Brad's mouth as he felt the power in Brad's biceps.
Jenny watched with glee as Brad's tongue danced around Trevor's shaft, teasing the sensitive spot just under the head. She leaned back, her breasts bouncing with each thrust she took from Brad's cock. The room was thick with the scent of sex, and the tension was palpable as the three of them moved in a rhythm that was both erotic and slightly terrifying.
Trevor felt Brad's arms, amazed at how huge they are. He's never felt so small and powerless before, and yet it was intoxicating. His cock grew even harder, and he knew he was close to cumming again. Jenny leaned over, her breasts brushing against Trevor's back as she said, "Make him cum, Brad. Show him who's in charge."
Brad took the cue, his tongue working faster, his hands gripping Trevor's thighs as he bobbed his head. Trevor's moans grew louder, his hips bucking as Brad's teeth grazed his cock. Jenny's pussy was tightening around Brad's cock, her own orgasm building again.
Trevor said, "Mistress, I'm gonna cum," his voice strained with pleasure. Jenny leaned in closer, her breath hot against Trevor's ear. "Swallow it all," she told Brad, her voice a command that Brad couldn't resist. He sucked harder, feeling the other man's cock pulse in his mouth.
Trevor's body tensed, and with a final cry, he came, his warm seed filling Brad's mouth. Brad obeyed, swallowing every drop as Jenny watched with a sadistic smile. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing into Trevor's back, her pussy grinding down on his cock as she whispered, "Good boys."
Trevor's orgasm triggered something in Jenny, and she began to ride Brad harder, her eyes narrowing in pleasure. Brad's arms flexed, holding Trevor's legs apart as he continued to suck, his eyes never leaving Jenny's. He could feel his own climax building again, the sensation of being used by both of them pushing him closer to the edge.
Jenny's moans grew more intense, her hips moving faster and faster as she approached her peak. Brad's cock was thick and hard inside her, and the feeling of his mouth on Trevor's cock was driving her wild. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she let out a scream of pleasure.
Brad felt the pressure building in his balls, his body straining to release. Jenny's pussy was tight and wet around him, her muscles clenching with each thrust. Trevor's legs trembled, his orgasm still sending aftershocks through his body. Brad knew he couldn't hold on much longer.
"Mistress," he gasped around Trevor's cock, his voice a desperate plea. Jenny looked down at him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "What is it, my pet?" she asked, her voice taunting.
Brad's hips bucked upward, his body begging for release. "May I cum?" he asked, his voice tight with need. Jenny's smile grew wicked. "Not yet," she said, her voice a soft caress that sent shivers down his spine. She said, "I want to feel you lose control first."
Trevor's cock slipped from Brad's mouth as he was lifted off by Brad, and the other man panted heavily, his chest heaving. Jenny leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Brad's chest as she whispered, "Look at me." Brad's eyes locked onto hers, and she began to ride him even harder, her movements frantic.
The room was a blur of sweat and passion, the three of them moving as one. Brad could feel his orgasm approaching, a fiery storm of pleasure that threatened to consume him. Jenny's nails dug into his shoulders, her eyes never leaving his, her smile one of pure, unbridled power. Trevor Keating Brad's thick hairy pecs.
"Beg for it," Jenny whispered, her voice a seductive demand. Brad's body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with need. "Please, Mistress," he groaned, his voice hoarse. "Please let me cum."
Jenny leaned in closer, her hot breath ghosting against his ear. "Say it," she ordered, her voice a low growl. "Say that you're my good boy." Brad's eyes rolled back in his head, his entire being focused on her words. "I'm your good boy," he murmured, his hips bucking up to meet her thrusts.
Jenny leaned back, her hand reaching down to squeeze Brad's balls. "Now cum for me," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. And with that, Brad lost it, his body convulsing as he released his load inside her, his muscles tightening and releasing in a symphony of pleasure. Trevor watched, his own arousal growing as he saw the power Jenny held over Brad.
Jenny slowed her movements, savoring the feeling of Brad's cock pulsating inside her. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against Brad's chest, and kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling together.
The kiss was a claim, a promise of more to come. Brad's arms wrapped around her, his grip tight but gentle, his strength a stark contrast to the tenderness of their embrace. Jenny felt her own body respond, her pussy still fluttering around his cock as it softened.
"Now, pet," she said, her voice a gentle caress, "it's time for bed." She climbed off him, her legs shaky from the intense session. Brad watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of adoration and exhaustion.
Jenny led the way to the large, plush king-sized bed, her hand trailing along Brad's back. Trevor, still a bit wobbly, followed them, his eyes never leaving Brad's muscular form. Jenny knew that her pet's attraction to Brad was growing, and she found it thrilling to watch the dynamic unfold.
"I'm gonna wash you both first then into bed we go. You're both sticky," Jenny said with a smirk, leading them to the en suite bathroom. She turned on the shower, the sound of the water hitting the tiles filling the room. She stepped in first, the warm spray cascading down her body, washing away the sweat and remnants of their passion.
She lifted Trevor and washed him, turning every which way but never setting him down. His 200 pound frame was like a ragdoll in her powerful arms. Brad watched, his cock twitching slightly as he took in the sight of Jenny's firm grip on Trevor's waist.
"Your turn," she said, turning her attention to Brad. She did the same thing with his 280 pounds of muscle and powerhouse of a body. It was a dance of dominance and care, her strong hands moving over him, cleaning him thoroughly, her eyes never leaving his. Brad felt a strange mix of submission and arousal, his body responding to her every touch.
Once they were both clean, Jenny led them to the bed, placing Brad on his stomach and Trevor on his side. She grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and squeezed some onto Brad's ass, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You liked it so much earlier, I think it's time to take it up a notch," she said, her voice low and seductive.
Brad's body tensed, but he didn't protest. Instead, he felt a strange anticipation, his body already accustomed to her commands. Trevor watched, his own cock growing hard again at the sight of Jenny's hand moving between Brad's cheeks.
Jenny's finger slid into Brad's ass, the lubricant making it easy. Brad groaned into the pillow, his body tensing before relaxing into the sensation. She worked him gently, stretching him open with her skilled touch. Trevor's eyes were glued to the sight, his mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.
She then reinserted the butt plug, flipped him onto his back. "How's that feel my pet? Is my little slut ready for sleep?" she asked, her voice a mix of playfulness and authority. Brad's face flushed red, but he nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.
"Trevor since you're in line with Big Bad Brad you may snuggle up against him on that side and I'll take this one. Any objections, Pet?", Jenny smirked as she climbed into the bed, her naked body sliding against Brad's muscular form. Trevor, his cock now fully erect again, eagerly positioned himself against Brad's other side, feeling the heat of the larger man's body against his own.
Brad felt the warmth of Trevor's skin against his, the other man's cock pressing against his hip. His mind raced with the implications of this new arrangement, but his body was too tired to resist. Jenny cuddled closer, her breasts pressing into Brad's side as she whispered, "Good night, my pets."
The room was filled with the sound of the shower and the gentle hum of the air conditioner. Jenny's hand trailed down Brad's chest, her nails lightly scratching his skin. He could feel the plug inside him, a constant reminder of his submission, and it only made him more aroused.
Eventually, they all fell asleep, with dreams of what the future had in store.
