The Miling Den 12: Dan and Aizer

A while back, Lawyer Dan sent his friend to me for milking therapy (Chapter 8: Ken), and I told Dan that he owed me a favor. Now, it was time to call that favor in.

That's how I got Dan, a strapping man thick with muscle, to spend his evening in my den like this: on his feet, back straight, ass tight, chest out, wrists strung up to the ceiling.

And most importantly: cock hard. The breeze from the fan is light and teasing on his exposed armpits, body displayed and used. A soft gasp, weakness in anticipation, escapes his lips as the door opens - and he remembers that I'm not alone.

Kaizer and I are sharing Dan tonight.

"Thanks for helping us out, man," I say as I slap his ass playfully. Dan inhales sharply, but his breath thins out into a tremble as he feels another pair of hands on his body. Kaizer trails his fingers across Dan's lats and abs, then clutches his cock hard - but Kaizer's touch is different. Unlike me, Kaizer is straight. He's into this purely for the power play. His grip is strong, evaluative. Testing you for your strength, how much force he needs to make you break.

"We just need to borrow your body for the night, okay? Kaizer here just became a new milker, so we need to show him how it's done. And I chose you because you're one of my favorite boys." My fingers glide down Dan's chest. "So much muscle to play with."

Dan laughed weakly, testing the strength of his bonds, and of course found that he was trapped, but I think that made his cock harder.

"I guess I'm screwed, huh?" Dan chuckles nervously, but his cock tells the truth with its twitches. Dan knows how I play with him, but Kaizer is new, and novelty excites him.

Actually, Kaizer's methods are new to me too.

Since I was the one that broke Kaizer during his trial, the Council made him intern with me. But the Council has a sick sense of humor. They also assigned Kaizer to be the one that has to give me my yearly milking (see previous chapter) - so I've been put into the position of sharpening the knife that will gut me later. And now, I have to teach Kaizer how to tease, torture and dominate... so that he can turn my ways back on me.

"Yes, you are. You're not leaving this room until you're begging for mercy."

Kaizer's voice makes you want to bend. His voice is velvet wrapped around a cool steel blade. He knows who he is - and he will make sure he digs deep to make you know who you are.

Dan whimpers and his cock stiffens in Kaizer's grip. He peers up to Kaizer like a puppy.

So, as Kaizer starts a slow stroke on Dan's cock, I slide up behind our muscle toy and trace my fingers up to his nipples. Taken from both ends, Dan starts to whimper.

"Kaizer, I think you're really gonna enjoy your internship."

***

In the den, how much you wear indicates your status. I'm the big brother, so I'm wearing the most - a tight white tank top that shows off my buff milkable body and black trousers. Kaizer, the trainee, is shirtless, which is how I like him too. And Dan, the toy for the evening, is naked and slathered with lube and oil like a greased up turkey.

Kaizer is the most promising new milker we took in. He has the raw instinct to sniff out and intensify points where pleasure turns to agony, but it takes more than that to be one of us. It also takes craft, skill, discernment. Which is what I am here to teach him before he turns it back on me.

"Please, I'm really really close, please please!" Dan screams and thrashes. Kaizer slows down his strokes, keeping a close eye on Dan's squirms.

Lesson: just because the boy says he's close doesn't mean he really is. Observe the truth. Observe the body. Watch how it confesses, screams.

"He's lying."

Kaizer looks confused and Dan yelps desperately.

"When he says he's close, he doesn't really mean it. His body can take more than his mind thinks he can. Slow down. Listen to his body. "

I slide down behind Kaizer and reach around his tanned built shoulders, leaning in close enough to smell his concentration, gliding my grip over Kaizer's hands as we jerk Dan's cock together. I guide Kaizer's strokes with mine, our fingers sliding over each other. Slow, steady, inching Dan closer and closer to shooting.

"Wait and watch for the balls drawing up - that means he's really getting close."

Totally addled with pleasure, Dan hangs uselessly from his bonds, moaning and screaming as we bring his cock so close to bursting. Then, his balls twitch, contracting upwards, and this time I think he's really there.

"Do you feel that?" I murmur in Kaizer's ear as I guide his fingers to the base of Dan's cock. "Feel that pulsing pleasure. Now he's really close." Kaizer nods. We can feel the heat radiating off Dan's tortured body. His body and soul are vibrating like nuclear bombs ready to blow. His face is twisted in sincerity.

"Sirs... PLEASE!"

Just as Dan's cock swells and seizes, I nod to Kaizer as I let go, and Kaizer takes over as we planned.

Next lesson: the body teaches you how to play with it. Keep your tabs on the body with your eyes and hands. What is tightening? What is begging to be touched?

Dan's cock throbs, swinging up and down, and his pecs flex as his nipples bristle. That's where his erotic energy is going, so that's where Kaizer attacks.

Dan thrusts and moans as he tries so hard to grind his hungry cock against the air, sobbing as Kaizer flicks and rubs his nipples from behind. He's as worked up as a warm soda bottle shaken with no escape for the fizz. We have him trapped in a seesaw of pleasure; I stroke his cock below, but I pause once he's close, then Kaizer leans in on top and strums Dan's nipples until the teasing strains at his sanity. Then, the stroking starts again. Like a dog in heat, Dan whimpers as his cock and nipples get harder and harder.

"Please..." Dan begs. "I'm so close."

"But I like it when you're close." Kaizer growls into Dan's ear from behind as he continues to pluck, pinch, flick Dan's nipples relentlessly, dragging out fresh whimpers from the boy. "You're meant to be close. Your body is ours to use." Dan tries struggling but it's no use - he's tied too tight, and Kaizer has him gripped like a clamp. Nowhere to go but here. Nothing to do but suffer.

"Who are you?" Kaizer grunts.

"The fuck? I'm Dan! Argh!"

Despite the torture, Dan is strong. He insists that he is his own man. But that's why they come to us, right? They enjoy the struggle. They want to be put in their place. That's the sweet masculine pleasure of playfighting.

Kaizer gives Dan a smart slap on the ass, shutting him up.

"No, you're not. You're our toy to use. Muscle meat for two strong wolves. And you'll learn that the hard way. Open up."

Kaizer brings up a red ball gag to Dan's mouth. Dan tightens his jaw pridefully, but Kaizer reaches down and goes turbo speed on his cock, forcing Dan to gasp in pleasure, then easing the gag in between his lips as he pleads. Dan is shattered but defiant, but the sensations are too much for him to bear - Kaizer continues attacking his neck and nipples, and as he does so, he looks up at me, and we make eye contact.

It's time to stretch Dan wide.

Walking up to Dan in slow strides, I hold up an instrument of pleasure that I've never used on him before. Dan looks at its tip, its length, its curve, and shudders. We can smell the regret and how it's tinged with excitement. But that's another lesson, and probably the most important one: give these strong men what they came for. They come to us because we breach the boundaries of their psyches and bodies with the license to be helpless, the space to give in.

"That was very naughty of you, Dan. Kaizer is right - you ARE our himbo muscle toy. And there's only one way to make muscle toys remember who they are."

Dan's chest heaves and his eyes widen. He starts mumbling something like "sorry", but it's too late for apologies. Only punishment.

"Kaizer, lube him up."

***

"How does it feel, big bro? Knowing that you're teaching me exactly how to break you?"

Kaizer and I are taking a break as the automatic dildo trains Dan for us. Dan's eyes are blank screens overwritten with dumb, oozing pleasure. He dances on tiptoe as the toy's erratic, unpredictable setting jumps between slow thrusts and sudden jagged shots, heating up the unbearable erotic tension in his body. On the couch, I'm seated with my legs royally open, and Kaizer has his head on my lap. My hands stroke his chest and hair lazily, sometimes his nipples too.

Kaizer's question makes me pause. Our twist of fate makes me feel a way I haven't felt in a long time: submissive. Bound by oath to hand over the keys of my kingdom to this motherfucker of a stud who will know exactly how to ruin me.

And truth is, it's been a long time since I had the luxury of being able to let go and take it all in. I want him to do his worst.

I want Kaizer to break me. But I still have a few tricks up my sleeve to pull before I'm ready to surrender.

"I think you still have a lot to learn."

Patting Kaizer's pecs once it's time to get back to work, I turn my attention back to our dancing muscle slave.

"Hey Dan! Who are you again?"

Dan guzzles from behind his gag, totally hypnotized on anal pleasure.

"I'm your muscle toy. I'm your slave. I'm yours to milk and use."

Just as we made him recite.

"Good boy. Kaizer, move him onto the bed."

Kaizer might be a total bastard with his hands, but he knows he also has to be kind. Once Dan's wrists are free, Kaizer lets our tired slave slump onto his shoulders as he guides him, slow and steady, to the bed. While he fastens Dan spread-eagle to the bed's corners, he checks in to see if the bonds are too tight, massages Dan's arms along the way. His aura shifts to become steadfast and smooth.

I think Kaizer is getting into the groove of how to be a good milker. Sharp when it's time to torture and supportive when he needs to be. But Kaizer still has one lesson to learn: he's too proud and headstrong for his own good. He needs to learn that milking is a waltz.

And that until he's the one at the top, he still dances to my rhythm.

My cock twitches as I think about how this will end.

"Dan, I think you've earned the right to cum." I announce as I get up from the couch. Dan slobbers his thanks but his eyes remain alert and wary. He knows there's always a catch.

"Here are my rules. Kaizer and I will take turns jerking you off for thirty seconds each, but you can only cum in my hand."

Dan nods dumbly.

"If you cum for Kaizer, you'll be punished."

Dan nods again, and so does Kaizer... until I reveal my grand plan.

Wrapping my arm around my hot apprentice, I pull him close and press our chests against each other, feeling the warmth of both of my boys' bodies pulled up tightly to their master.

"But if you cum for me, you get to go free... but Kaizer gets punished for not making you cum."

Kaizer recoils like a snake that had its tail stepped on.

"The fuck?"

I return his outburst with a viper's smile.

"Oh, yes. Like I said: you still have a lot to learn."

"Damn it!" Kaizer grunts and looks at me with a brash snarl. Suddenly, he was in danger again. He had to play to win... or be played with if I win.

"You're gonna regret this when it's your turn to submit," he grunts.

"Yes, I might. But until then, I'm not playing in your den. You are playing in mine."

I raise an eyebrow to drive the point back home and he sneers competitively back at me. Dan whimpers in total helplessness from the bed.

"May the best man win."

I start. I go easy, giving Dan's cock bracing whole-shaft strokes, gliding up and down slowly. Dan's body settles into the rhythm easily, almost enjoying it. Nothing to worry about - yet.

But then, Kaizer takes over. Eager to bring Dan over the edge in his hand, he pumps like a thirsty villager at a well, and Dan groans and clenches his abs tight as he fights the urge to shoot.

Time's up. The tension breaks. Dan's abs relax as I take over again with my soothing strokes. Our milker personas become clear as things heat up. Kaizer's the young punk who thinks speed and power solves everything; I'm the one who knows going slow goes the distance. Especially if Kaizer will push the pace along for me.

Doesn't Kaizer know that he's just getting Dan close enough for me to finish off?

We switch turns. Kaizer is back on Dan's cock with a mission. "Come on, man. Cum, cum!" Kaizer grunts as he pounds his fists along Dan's red hard shaft. Dan whooshes and wheezes, his hips thrusting like a man on a Harley ride to hell. Kaizer is glaring daggers at Dan, urging him to shoot his load.

"Fuck, no, no, please!" Dan screams as he does his absolute best to anchor himself to the bed with his core. With titanic strength, he holds his boiling hot load in, but the fatigue is showing on his face and his trembling thighs. Soon, he'll have to give in. But will he shoot in the right man's hand?

"Don't listen to him, Dan," I coo into his ear as his loins buckle in weakness, his concentration bundled up so tightly in his cock he can't even nod. "Do you really want to be punished? Don't you want to enjoy your orgasm? You've worked so hard for it."

"Fuck! Dammit, cum!" Kaizer roars, now sliding a finger up Dan's helpless ass to milk him from behind. He's desperate as well. Memories of his own milking session must be rushing through his mind right now.

Dan squeals. He locks gazes with me, his lips parted, his eyes watering from the gut-melting pleasure he's holding in.

"You can do it. Be strong. Hold it in. Cum for me."

Only one boy will win this infernal tug of war - and one will push the other into hell.

Time's up.

Dan gasps in relief once I wrest his cock from Kaizer's control. I turn to grin at Kaizer just as my turn starts, just to make it clear what he's done.

"Thanks for getting him ready for me."

Kaizer's face drops as the realization hits him.

"I told you to slow down and listen."

Not a second to waste. I turn to feast on Dan's nipples.

I stuff my face into Dan's chest and switch to full, hearty strokes on Dan's cock. Dan lets himself loose. My tongue finds his rock hard nipples. Thrusting and rubbing himself against me like a lion in heat, a flesh machine of pleasure, Dan gives himself to the heat and frustration coursing through him, building up, roaring.

"You've done so well, Dan. Cum for me. Give it to me!"

Dan roars as his cock explodes and his release shatters him as he sobs and laughs in hot urgent glee at the same time. Cum sprays everywhere and Dan's body thrashes in the seismic waves of his orgasm.

"Oh fuck, thank you, THANK YOU!"

As Dan roars in victory, basking in the glow of his well earned orgasm, Kaizer stews in defeat and shame. He winces as I slap my cum-coated hand on his chest, smearing Dan's semen over his pecs.

"As I said, Kaizer. I think you still have a lot to learn."

Dan catches his breath and looks up at Kaizer with vindictive glee.

"Pants off. Hands above your head."

***

Kaizer is strapped up right where Dan was at the start. Naked, oiled, body ready for use.

Dan is all cleaned up and ready to go. He looks good in his jeans - just his jeans. His usually good-natured, honest face is set differently now. He looks like a kid who's finally getting revenge on his bully.

"Hey, Kaizer. Who are you again?" He asks with an edge in his voice, a frat boy taunting a pledge.

Kaizer grumbles his response begrudgingly. "I'm your muscle toy. I'm your slave. I am yours to use."

Dan and I sandwich Kaizer. He grabs Kaizer's hard cock and tugs him forward like an errant dog, and I drizzle lube down the front of Kaizer's tight shoulders. Kaizer tries to steel the shame, fight back the pleasure, but as the lube glosses down his body, he knows he can't resist the submission.

"Yes, you are. You're not leaving this room until you're begging for mercy."

***

I'm baaack! Hope you've been edged long enough ;)

I'd love to hear what you thought about this story! And how these guys have developed across the series... and, of course, what you'd like to see happen to the narrator! ;)