Page 108 of Unfettered

Donovan whines, but complies, because he’s a good Boy. When he sits up, he flicks his gaze to Ignacio for a moment before meeting my eyes.

I smile and look down at the Princess, fisting his hair. “You two know each other, don’t you?” It’s rhetorical. Donovan is Doc’s protégé, learning all he can from both doctors as he works towards becoming a surgeon.

“Yes, Master,” Donovan says aloud. “I helped with his recovery.”

“You did such a good job, Pet. My Princess is so beautiful and healed.” I lavish praise that makes Donovan squirm. “You’re going to help me today, Pet. Show my Princess what he’s missing out on, because he chose to be naughty.”

Ignacio sucks in a hissed breath, but doesn’t say anything, as he can’t argue with my words.

Donovan nods again. “Yes, Master. I’m happy to help.”

“Good Pet. Over the cage, please.” Turning to Ignacio, I tug on his hair until he looks up at me with shiny eyes—I’m sure his ass is burning by now. “I want you inside the cage, Princess. You don’t mind, do you, Pet?” I ask unnecessarily.

“Of course not, Master. It’s yours, I just get to use it.”

He answers how I knew he would, but I praise him anyway. “Such a perfect Pet.”

Ignacio is taller than Donovan, so although the cage is large enough for my Pet to get a good night’s rest when I want him to, it’s just big enough to allow Ignacio to stretch out in it, with minimal extra room. It is tall enough for him to sit upright, though. The caveat of that being that Donovan has to stand on his toes as he bends over it.

I shut the door but don’t latch it, taking a moment to stand back and watch as both of my Playthings are at my mercy—exactly as they should be.

“Ignacio, why don’t you tell Donovan why you’re being punished? Again?”

I step closer to Donovan and grab a handful of his ass, loving the way he moans and arches into my touch.

“I…I was disrespectful and selfish,” Ignacio says mournfully.

I hum in agreement. “In detail, Princess.”

Dropping to my knees, I spread Donovan's ass cheeks apart, exposing his hole. He whimpers, but otherwise doesn't beg for anything, letting me look my fill. Pressing my thumb to his softened entrance, I shallowly insert it, resisting the temptation to finger him deeper.

“My Brothers and I…we were told Allesandro—Sandro—is Tennant’s Boy. We have…concerns. Not about his newfound submissive switch side, but about him pretending to be someone he's not. If he wants to get on his knees for Tennant, fine. But he's still my former Master.”

Reaching into my pocket, I pull my phone out and activate the app connected to the plug in his ass, making him yelp at the strong pulse shooting through the toy.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” he says in a voice almost too low to hear. “I mean no disrespect to Allesandro or Tennant. Ten is my friend, and Allesandro is, well…I don’t know. Maybe we’ve fucked that relationship up now. I was his bodyguard when he needed one. My job was to protect him, but I actively participated in an attack against him, and I will live with that guilt.”

I make a noise of displeasure, but don’t interrupt. There will be time for my thoughts and opinions, but not during a punishment. “Continue,” I order, standing and pulling my cock out of my pants.

I stroke myself, smearing pre-cum over my length as Ignacio goes on to tell Donovan what he said and did.

I take the lubricant from Donovan’s hand and slick myself a little, just so it doesn’t hurt. Then, I set the bottle on top of the cage and line myself up with my Pet’s greedy hole.

“Javi took us to task. He…he said we used our familial connection to Allesandro—Sandro—as a weapon, and he was right. We…we’ve spent these past six months or so healing from our own wounds, and when Sandro tried to do the same, we told him it wasn’t good enough. We didn’t show him that we’re loyal, or that we still love him. We failed him.”

I enter Donovan, slow and steady, gripping his hips hard. Once I’m fully encased in his ass, I tap my phone, changing the vibrations on the plug, making Ignacio gasp and whimper quietly.

“What do you think about that story, Pet?” I ask, rocking my cock inside him.

Donovan moans. “I…I think he fucked up, but he’s not a bad guy. You wouldn’t let him be around me if he was.”

“You’re right.” I pull out and fuck into him hard for giving the correct answer.

“You need to apologize,” Donovan tells Ignacio on a moan. “But Master will help. He’ll…put you to rights.”

Setting Ignacio’s plug to a random pattern of vibrating at different strengths and speeds, I slap a hand over Donovan’s mouth and go to town on him, fucking him like my life depends on it. Every thrust inside shoves him against the cage, and his cock is smooshed against the cold bars, right in Ignacio’s face.

“You can stroke yourself, Princess. But don’t you dare come. That ring will get tight, and your cock will pulse. You’ll want to come so fucking badly that you think you’re going to die, but if you disobey, this will look like a fucking trip to Disney World.”