Episode 128: GENTLEMAN COLLAR

Stepping back on the clock before the skinny-dipping next door...

“What the fuck is this shit, Serafina?”

“My turn to rule your roost, Henpeck. Unless you’re as chicken as your name?” Serafina Black imposed over him as he fucked sweet Kelly Herbert’s anus, Dom rising up hard beneath her. This was Dom’s way of being on the bottom even if he was Master. He still controlled her ride in a duel of willpower with Master Hen.

“For your info, I was named after a King of England. Had many wives at that.”

“Well Lady Di Da! Whatever! You just got dethroned Bitch Boy! Leave your gland in jolly ole’ enGLAND. I’ll be relieving you of your crown now.” One hard yank on the collar surrounding his neck, the bodybuilder hauled him kicking and screaming from Kelly’s backside, his real crown popping free in a fart sound. She was all Dom’s now! Manhandling Henry was a fight but she easily overpowered McKellen and held his arms at the wrists. He had never known such strength. While Henry was no meek built guy, he wasn’t in the same league of these two sibling mountains. On his knees placed him facing Serafina’s well-groomed cunt, in a blur she restrained him into slamming face first into her snatch. “Now gnaw Bitch.”

Biting her clit, she hissed and inflicted a stronger grip over his arms to the point he felt a pop in his shoulder. Growling at her forceful nature, he had a hunch it would only get worse if he did not comply. Not into subservience, it took everything he had to cave under pressure. Finally, he indulged and ate her at the lowest angle his imprisonment allowed. Pride went out the window.

Although provoking pain, Serafina was overcoming horrid memories of her brothers gangbanging her years ago. Dom taking her under his wing just moments ago broke the bond they had built in face fucking her, it hurt her mentally. Taking her frustrations out on Henry wasn’t really the right thing to do but it made her feel superior. Sneering down at her brother sent vibes that Dom realized deep down. While he would never ever apologize, it was not the Black family way when it came to dominance, she sensed his sorrow. At least she thought she saw a curl in his lower lip. Good enough for now.

Henry straining to sink his tongue up inside Serafina was met with a bit of ease. Hiking her left leg up over his shoulder, she had him at a flight advantage, his arms out like wings in front and behind her. Literally posing on one leg like a fucking ballerina, she gave him room to feed. He might not have been happy over his predicament, but he wasn’t trying to escape either. Maybe he knew it was a fair trade. He had dominated her at her massage parlor, sort of. Even at Cashanova! Joint ownership between even they? Not in her eyes.

Dom chose to make a move, killing off any bottom feeder bullshit he was attempting. This whole intimacy thing was a challenge. Kelly not used to being on top felt out of place, anyway, not quite understanding the reason for it other than when Henry was backing her up so to speak. That part, the love and war concept was logical. But Dom letting her remain on top was almost too odd. Thankfully it didn’t last.

Tossing Kelly about until she ended up on her hands and knees, Dom took her doggystyle. Much better she thought. In seeing her brother’s alternative, Sera recalled her leg and decided to fall back on the floor. Bringing Henry along, careful not to break his arms, she stretched out and made him continue eating her. Tension on his arms loosening but still kept within her iron grip, he was ass in the air and slurping away. Sera’s knees squeezing around his head locked him in.

Ass facing him, Dominic plucked Kelly up and marched them over to Henry and he made Kelly eat at Henry’s asshole. Eyes bulging at the tongue inside his anus, Henry wheezed. He liked that when his wife Josie did it but under these conditions, he felt violated. He owned Kelly too dammit! This was not Eros taking charge. No mercy it seemed. Long live the Queen?

Moving her legs up over Henry’s shoulder blades, Sera dug her heels under his armpits to force her thighs higher, lifting his chin with her. Again, uncomfortable but Henry had no options, his strength denied him at her contorted headlock. She should go try out for the WWE he thought. HERc Hogan! Her cunt squirting in small waves clogged his nostrils making it harder to perform, but he did his best. Kelly nibbling at his scrotum under Dom’s guidance gave him a hard on from hell. This was pretty erotic even under pressure. All Henry knew was he would get even somehow. If not tonight, someday soon. She-Ra was going down! He-Man was going to rule again.

Kelly in her snacking bit a little too hard on Henry’s testicle, the blonde begging forgiveness even as Dom plowed her cunt with his ferocious balls traveling in deep tours within. Both thumbs up her asshole only sent her into a delicate realm of lovemaking toward her other master. She felt terrible that Henry was being overruled by Sera, but after their conversation in the bathroom she understood the need to assume control of her own life again. Dom had gone over the top in taking his sister’s throat. Such memories had to have brought out her resistance, only taking it out on Henry rather than her brother. She however knew better than to defy Dom. That much of her being a female in a family of extremely dominant males was so deeply instilled that even when she broke free and built her own empire, Sera was respectful. Queen always did reside next to her King. Royal pain in her ass!

Traffic jam gone wild; the line of bodies destroyed one another. The sandwich made of Henry and Kelly Herbert was meaty indeed. Dom and Sera slamming the bread at both ends until the condiments flowed. Henry even nutted on himself due to Kelly swallowing his scrotum at equally as awkward positioning. Her straining neck was sore in attempting an almost impossible feat. Dom searching for his next move pulled out of Kelly and shocked her by whipping her up and over Henry’s back. Henry winced at the added body weight on his tense frame resulting in an exhausted groan, exhaling hard up Sera’s vulva. The exhaust sent Sera’s eyeballs back into her head.

Dom straddled over Kelly and held her upper arms in a crippling grip. His monstrous foreboding cock again parting her trembling lips to slide deep into her throat. He enjoyed watching his girth snake back and forth lifting her throat cavity with embedded fullness. Sera joining in, her hands free with legs pinning Henry into place, grabbed Kelly’s ankles and stretched her out as far as she could go. Dom admired his sister’s thinking. Kelly was spread eagle on a bed of her secondary master’s making. Henry could not sink any lower.

Sera proving her flexibility sat up and strained her own spine in dragging Kelly closer to lap her tongue at the woman’s clit. Dom dragging over Kelly further in his hunched over stance actually kissed Kelly’s tummy. Her eyes opening at a simple unexpected pleasure, Kelly Herbert wept. Was it of joy or misery? Poor Henry was suffering because of her. Her captors weighing her down on her poor loving Master Eros.

“CUM HARD!” Dom lifted his lips from Kelly’s abdomen. Sera did! She was resisting until her brother bellowed. Damn him! That was not meant to compliment his demands. Henry drowned in Motherfucker’s Milk. God, she hated her brother sometimes. Henry could relate.

Detonating hard into Kelly’s throat, she choked up, spitting it back at him by accident. Growling, Dom pulled free of her gurgling and lifted her upper body as if sitting on Henry, then released one of her hands to step around Henry’s slump. As if dancing with her, he guided Kelly forward over Serafina so that she could lay back. Seated on Sera’s face, Kelly found herself held in the saddle at Sera’s clutches, the bodybuilder’s tongue storming the gates of Heaven.

Throat gripped by Dom to prevent her coughing up his jizz as she drooled it, Dom wiped her face and fed her with his fingers until she had swallowed every drop. Kelly was greedy at his fingertips, sucking on them as if her final meal. Sadly, Dom’s dick still dripping pelted his sister’s forehead. He tried not to laugh at the torment. Sera looking up at him with a look that could kill only made him grin. Evil bastard!

Henry was suffering, so Sera found sympathy and released her legs to let him drag himself out from under her body. Lifting upward, he stretched with a wince of numbness in his entire body. He had been her captor far too long. Toppling back onto his ass, Henry sat there watching Kelly writhe over Sera’s face. Dom holding her hair at arm level above her to keep her upright, she was a puppet on Serafina’s stage. Energy returning faster than predicted, Henry wanted to return to that perfect little butt pucker. Rolling to his knees, Henry moved in closer to hover over Sera’s waist and sat down carefully to encourage Kelly forward. Dom releasing Kelly’s mane stood back watching.

Sliding forward, Henry relocated his dick into Kelly with a bit of hardship. Once he penetrated her, Kelly hunched forward over Sera’s mouth. In his low assault not only did Henry pound away at Kel’s ripped wide anus but his bulging balls pelted Sera’s chin. Dom shook his head; he knew what was coming. Sera’s legs rising up behind Henry slid up under his armpits against his will and forced him to fall back, dick escaping Kelly once again. Hearing Henry curse at being denied, Dom just chuckled.

“Can’t go comin’ between a catfight Louisville. The alley cat’s gonna get roughed up every time. Best save your scratchin’ post for the kneadin’ later.”

“This is just fucked up. It was supposed to be the three of us Dom.”

“Well, it ain’t now, is it? If you’re gonna Master up, you need to know how to deal with anythin’ that comes your way.”

“How am I a master if I’m stuck in this fucking collar? Where’s the key for this damned lock?” He crawled to his feet prepared to search Sera’s purse. Bad move! He should have stepped wide because he found his earlier ball and chain comment in the form of her steely grip around his ankle. “GODDAMMIT!” He roared.

“Key is in obedience Louisville. You and Serafina gotta share the workload. Obvious to me last night, you led her to a point. Her turn I suspect.”

“I’m not her master, she’s not mine! I co-own Kelly.”

“Reckon my sis views things different.” Dom shrugs playfully as Kelly screams cumming across Sera’s tongue in a shrill cry of shockwave pleasure, her body quaking like a leaf. Cast off of Sera like a flea, Sera took Henry off balance until he stumbled in a circle over her torso trying not to step on her. With both feet to each side of her, Serafina sent her legs high to greet him, toes digging into his hips and forcefully pulling him forwards. His dick near her cunt, he grinned thinking this was his chance to show dominance. Collapsing over her, he gripped her ass cheeks and penetrated her upside down. Sinking deep, Sera gasped.

“Now that’s your throne, Hennessey.” She panted licking her lips of Kelly succulence. The contortion moves were incredible, reaching up to greet each thrust he applied. Amazed he was able to perform with his ankles locked in her grip, Henry laid into her with violent hips, now the Queen was feeling sociable. They came together four minutes later.

Dom and Kelly left the couple to their unique entanglement and stepped into the kitchen for a fresh set of beers. Back porch right by the dining table, Dom slid the door open for a gust of fresh air drawing Kelly to his side as he swigged his beer. “Hand’s on!” He growled, Kel palming his beast and persistently keeping him hard. “Sounds like Louisville’s girls and the boys are havin’ fun over that there fence. I still hear splashin’!”

“As long as they are happy, we do not need to worry that Travis will come home. I did not give him any curfew.”

“Bet Louisville did his youngun’s though. They head out, the boy might. You doin’ the pancake mornin’ he might wanna sleep some.”

“I highly doubt that Sir. Travis is fond of his friend Mace.”

“I’m gonna wash and wax my truck in the mornin’.”

“Shall I help you Sir?”

“After breakfast. I’ll do the washin’ you can wax it with me.” He looks down at her smiling, “Don’t go thinkin’ of it as family thing.”

“It never crossed my mind master.”

“Good! Skimpiest bikini you got when you start waxin’.”

“One of the many micros in my dresser Sir. The one’s you bought me.”

“Reckon I did.”

“Travis will resist me wearing it.”

“He ain’t got no choice or he’ll be wearin’ it.” Dom chuckled. She knew he would never hurt her son, simply set him straight. Fear of God ... Dom! “Breeze feels good.” He eyes the clock on the wall. “Midnight already? Time’s flyin’!”

“Yes, it is. I have served you for almost a year now.”

“Keepin’ track?”

“Yes.”

“How many throttles you givin’ my junior since you palmed him just now?”

“37!” She giggled. “38! 39! 40!”

“Proud of ya!” That was the best she was going to hear as a compliment. Hearing Serafina wail and Henry snarl, both bestial in nature, Dom shut the back door. The kids didn’t need to hear the racket. “Hit 50.”

Relaxing, Sera let Henry go and dropped her legs to catch her breath. Making certain he didn’t fall over her; she did support his balance until he could step away and wipe sweat from his brow. “You trying to kill me?” He asked her. “My bones are aching. I’m not used to all this ballroom dancing.”

“Just showing you what you’re made of.”

“Can I take this damned collar off now?”

“Nope! I’ll be the judge of when. Earn your escape.”

“Fuck you, Serafina!” He laughed. “I need water.”

“Pool over the fence.” Dom led Kelly in chuckling. “Sounds like your rugrats are havin’ a good time over there.”

“Curfew is 2:00 AM. They better make it too.”

“Cut ‘em some slack Louisville. You were young once. Sides you want the boy interruptin’ our fun here?”