Bound by Debt

To pay back a debt, I am tied, whipped, pegged, and forced to service orally two tall dominant women

**Bound Debt** The rope bit into my wrists as I knelt on the hardwood floor, arms lashed behind my back. Across the room, two women watched me—tall, sharp-eyed, their heels clicking as they circled. "You owe us," the blonde said, dragging a riding crop along my jaw. "And we *collect*." The brunette smirked, snapping a leather glove against her palm. "First, the whipping." I flinched as the first strike landed—a hot, stinging crack across my shoulders. The second came harder, my skin burning under the assault. I gritted my teeth, but a groan escaped anyway. "Good," the blonde purred. "Now, open up." She unbuckled her belt, freeing the thick strap-on beneath. The brunette gripped my hair, forcing my mouth onto the silicone shaft. I choked as she thrust deep, my tongue working to keep up. The blonde knelt behind me, lubed fingers pressing against my ass. "Time to pay in full." I shuddered as she pushed inside, the stretch sharp and sweet. Their laughter curled around me—dark, satisfied. I was theirs now. And they weren’t done.

The blonde’s fingers dug into my hips as she rocked the strap-on deeper, each thrust forcing a ragged gasp from my throat. The brunette kept my head locked in place, her grip tightening as she watched me struggle to take the full length of her cock. "Such a greedy little thing," she murmured, dragging her thumb over my bottom lip. "Bet you could take more." Before I could react, she pulled back—only to slam forward again, the tip hitting the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but she didn’t slow, fucking my mouth with ruthless precision. Behind me, the blonde’s pace turned punishing, her hips snapping hard enough to make my knees slide on the floor. The dual stretch burned—my jaw aching, my ass clenching around the thick intrusion. The brunette suddenly yanked me off with a wet pop, her smirk widening as she trailed the strap-on over my cheek. "Now, let’s see how well you beg." She unbuckled the harness, tossing it aside before pressing her thigh between my legs. "Lick. And make it convincing." I leaned in, my tongue dragging slow circles over her skin as the blonde’s thrusts grew erratic behind me. The air smelled of sweat and leather, their breathless commands sharp in my ears. "Faster," the brunette ordered, grinding against my mouth. I obeyed, my body trembling between their control. The blonde’s nails bit into my flesh as she groaned—close, so close—and I knew they wouldn’t stop until every last debt was paid.

The blonde’s breath hitched as she drove into me one last time, her hips stuttering against my ass. A low, satisfied groan escaped her lips as she pulled out, leaving me empty and throbbing. The brunette didn’t let up, her thigh pressing harder against my mouth. “Don’t stop,” she commanded, fingers twisting in my hair. “Not until I say.” I flicked my tongue faster, tracing the seam of her soaked panties. Her sharp inhale told me I was doing it right. The blonde circled around, her fingers slick with lube as she stroked herself idly. “Think he deserves a reward?” The brunette smirked. “Depends. Can you take another round?” Before I could answer, the blonde gripped my chin, tilting my head back. “Open.” I obeyed, and she spat into my mouth—warm, claiming. The brunette laughed, finally easing her thigh away only to shove me onto my back. “Now,” she said, climbing over me, “let’s see how deep you can really go.” Her hand wrapped around my throat as she lowered herself onto my tongue, her moan vibrating through me. The blonde knelt beside my head, her strap-on glistening. “Eyes open,” she ordered. “Watch.” I did—just in time to see her fist the brunette’s hair and drag her into a rough kiss. Their lips crashed together, their bodies moving above me, and I knew this was far from over.

The brunette’s thighs tightened around my face as she ground against my tongue, her moans muffled by the blonde’s kiss. The blonde broke away, her lips slick and swollen, and reached down to guide the strap-on toward my mouth. "Again," she murmured, pressing the tip against my lips. I opened obediently, taking her in as the brunette rocked above me, her wetness smearing across my chin. The blonde’s thrusts were slower this time—controlled, deliberate—letting me feel every inch as she pushed deep. The brunette’s fingers twisted in my hair, her hips moving in time with the blonde’s. “Fuck, that’s it,” she breathed, her voice ragged. “Take it all.” The blonde’s hand slid down to cup the brunette’s breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. “You like watching him choke on me?” The brunette’s answering moan was all the confirmation she needed. I could barely breathe, my throat stretched around the silicone, my tongue still working the brunette’s clit. The air was thick with the scent of them—sweat, leather, arousal—and every sound they made coiled tight in my gut. The blonde’s pace quickened, her hips snapping forward, and I knew they were close. The brunette’s thighs trembled, her grip on my hair turning punishing. "Don’t stop," she hissed. "Don’t you fucking stop—" The blonde’s hand slid between the brunette’s legs, fingers joining my tongue, and then— The brunette came with a cry, her body shuddering above me as the blonde fucked me through it, her own release just seconds behind. Panting, she finally pulled out, leaving me gasping. The brunette slumped forward, her breath hot against my ear. "Good boy," she whispered. "But we’re not done yet." The blonde’s fingers traced my swollen lips, her smile sharp. "Now it’s your turn."

The blonde’s fingers slid from my lips to my throat, her grip firm as she leaned down. “You’ve been so good,” she murmured, her breath hot against my ear. “But you’re still hard, aren’t you?” I swallowed, my cock throbbing between my legs—untouched, aching. The brunette laughed, dragging her nails down my chest before wrapping her hand around me. Her grip was tight, deliberate, her thumb swiping over the head just to watch me jerk. “Pathetic,” she teased, stroking slow. “All this, and you’re still begging.” The blonde climbed off the bed, returning with a coil of rope. She tossed it to the brunette, who caught it with a wicked grin. “Hands above your head,” the blonde ordered. I obeyed, lifting my wrists as the brunette looped the rope around them, tying them tight to the bedframe. The rough fibers bit into my skin, the restraint only making my pulse spike harder. The blonde straddled my hips, her cunt slick against my stomach. “You don’t get to come yet,” she said, rolling her hips just enough to tease. “Not until we say.” The brunette leaned in, her teeth grazing my earlobe. “And we’re not nearly done with you.” Her hand returned to my cock, stroking faster now—just shy of what I needed. The blonde rocked against me, her wetness smearing across my skin, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Watch,” she commanded, her fingers dipping between her legs. “Watch how wet you make me.” I did, my throat dry, my body strung tight between their hands and the ropes. The brunette’s grip tightened. “Beg,” she whispered. “And maybe we’ll let you.”

The blonde’s fingers worked herself in slow circles, her hips rolling as she watched me struggle against the ropes. Her breath hitched—sharp, uneven—as she dragged her free hand down her stomach, smearing slickness across my abs. The brunette’s grip on my cock tightened, her thumb pressing hard under the head. “Say it,” she demanded, her voice low. I gritted my teeth, my hips jerking uselessly. “Please—” The blonde laughed, her fingers stilling. “Please what?” The brunette twisted her wrist, her nails digging in just enough to make me groan. “Use your words.” “Let me come,” I choked out, the ropes biting deeper as I strained against them. The blonde leaned forward, her breasts brushing my chest. “Not yet.” She reached behind her, her fingers wrapping around the brunette’s wrist to guide her strokes—slower, teasing. “You don’t get to until I do.” The brunette’s free hand slid up my thigh, her nails leaving red trails. “And I’m not even close.” The blonde rocked against me again, her wet heat dragging over my skin. Her breath came faster now, her thighs trembling as she ground down. The brunette smirked, her grip tightening just shy of pain. “Watch her,” she murmured. “Watch her fall apart on you.” I did—her flushed skin, the way her back arched, the sharp gasp when her fingers found her clit. The brunette’s hand never let up, her strokes relentless, her thumb circling the tip of my cock in cruel, slow circles. The blonde’s moan broke into a whimper, her body tensing— Then the brunette’s hand was gone, leaving me throbbing. The blonde collapsed forward, her lips brushing mine. “Almost,” she breathed. “But not yet.” The brunette’s fingers traced my jaw. “You’ll wait,” she said. “Until we’re ready.” The blonde shifted lower, her tongue flicking over my nipple before her teeth sank in. I arched off the bed, my cock twitching, my wrists burning against the ropes. The brunette laughed, her hand returning—softer now, almost gentle. “Good boy.” The blonde’s mouth moved lower, her breath hot against my stomach. “Now,” she murmured, “let’s see how long you can last.”

The blonde’s lips trailed lower, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin just above my hipbone. Her teeth grazed me—sharp, teasing—before she pulled back, her fingers replacing her mouth. The brunette’s hand tightened around my cock again, her thumb pressing into the slit, smearing pre-come down the shaft. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice thick with amusement. “So desperate.” The blonde’s fingers traced the head of my cock, her touch feather-light—maddening. “You want it?” she asked, her breath hot against my skin. I groaned, my hips jerking against the ropes. “Yes—” The brunette’s grip tightened, her nails digging in. “How much?” The blonde’s fingers dipped lower, tracing the vein underneath, her touch agonizingly slow. “Tell us.” I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my throat. “Fuck—please—” The brunette laughed, her thumb circling the tip again. “Not good enough.” The blonde’s hand joined hers, her fingers wrapping around me, her grip tight and slick. She stroked once—slow, deliberate—her thumb pressing hard under the head. I arched off the bed, my wrists straining against the ropes. The brunette leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “Beg properly,” she whispered. The blonde’s hand tightened, her strokes quickening—just enough to tease, not enough to push me over. “Please—” My voice cracked. “Let me come—” The brunette’s fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. “Say it like you mean it.” The blonde’s pace quickened, her thumb rubbing circles under the head. “Fuck—please—” I gasped, my body coiled tight. “Let me—let me come—” The blonde’s breath hitched, her grip tightening. “Now,” she ordered. The brunette’s nails dug into my thigh. “Come.” I shattered—my back arching, my vision whiting out as pleasure ripped through me. The blonde’s hand worked me through it, her strokes relentless, her fingers milking every last drop. The brunette’s lips curled into a smirk as she watched me fall apart. “Good boy.” The blonde finally released me, her fingers slick as she dragged them up my chest. She leaned down, her lips brushing mine. “Now,” she murmured, “we’re just getting started.” The brunette untied one wrist, her fingers tracing the red marks left by the rope. “You’re not done yet.” The blonde’s smile was sharp. “Not even close.”

The blonde’s fingers trailed down my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my ribs as she leaned in. “You didn’t think we’d let you leave, did you?” Her voice was low, amused. The brunette pulled a set of heavy chains from under the bed, the metal links clinking coldly. “You belong to us now.” I tensed as she wrapped the first cuff around my ankle, the iron biting into my skin. The blonde secured the other, her fingers lingering just long enough to make me shiver. “Up,” the brunette ordered, yanking me to my feet. They led me—still naked, still marked—to the corner of the room where a wrought-iron cage stood, just large enough to crouch in. A small bucket sat in one corner, the implication clear. The blonde unlocked the door with a rusty key, her smirk widening. “Get in.” I hesitated, but the brunette shoved me forward, my knees hitting the hard metal floor. The door clanged shut behind me, the lock clicking into place. The blonde crouched outside, her fingers curling around the bars. “You’ll stay here until we decide otherwise.” The brunette ran a hand through my hair, gripping tight. “And trust me—we’re not done playing.” The blonde stood, stretching lazily. “Sleep tight, pet.” The lights flicked off, leaving me in the dark, the chains heavy around my ankles. The brunette’s voice drifted back, soft and mocking. “Sweet dreams.”