Monstrous Ranch Ch. 08

There was a pause.

"Mm..." He felt Lata nuzzling his cock. "You guess, Master?"

Senya's eyes were almost closed, but Lala held them on her. He gazed up into her eyes, nearly totally lost, but managed to mumble, "Just the lips. No... no deepthroat..."

And he was just in time, as Lata's lips settled his head once more. She gave a soft, disappointed moan, lost to kisses as she started to gently suckle all over his head. His cock tingled and twitched from her attentions.

"You're so smart," Lala whispered. "Not gonna let us sluts honey you up, huh?" She reached down and started rubbing his chest. "I guess we'll just have to play with you for a while."

He trembled. Lata was planting dozens of delicious little kisses on his cock—brief kisses, teasing kisses, kisses where she brought her tongue out to lap ever-so-gently at his glans. They were unbearable. He wanted so, so much more, but he also knew that he couldn't possibly let her. If she managed to coat his cock in her mead... no, he was being smart about this. Right?

"You've been so careful," Lala said, giggling. "So smart. Such a careful Master."

Senya nodded dimly as she sidled over next to him on the chair, cuddled against his side. Her breasts and thighs pressed against him as she leaned closer still. "Don't wanna drink any honey," she whispered in his ear, lips tickling his earlobe. "Don't wanna become a horny, throbbing mess."

As if on cue, Lata's tongue flitted out daringly and briefly lapped over his cock. Senya's eyelids were fluttering. "No..." he murmured. "Careful..."

"You know what happens if you drink honey, right?" Lala asked. Senya stared up at her blankly, his eyes barely open. "You come so hard." She kissed his neck. "It feels so good. You can't break free. It's just awful." She licked his cheek. "You just come and come and come. Mindless. Horny. You can't even remember who you are. You need it so bad."

"Mm..." Senya heard Lata's happy coos as her fingers tickled beneath his balls, further stimulating him. Her kisses trailed all along the length of his manhood. "So bad!"

"He's a bad, bad, boy!" Smirking, Lala leaned down and started kissing down his shoulder. "But so smart!"

He felt her hand gently grasp his mug, taking it from his limp fingers. He was starting to buck, struggling reflexively to thrust into Lata's mouth, but her lips were very careful. She pulled back every time, and they only laughed, high-pitched squeals of glee at his plight.

Senya knew how he must look—red-faced with heat and exertion, sunken deep into the reclined armchair's soft cushions and in one Thriae's arms, thrusting needily as the other Thriae planted little kisses on his bulging member. He just wasn't sure why any of it was a bad thing. Vaguely, something about it seemed off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on anything, any solid thought. Lata's kisses drove worries quite far from his mind.

"Or maybe..." he heard her whisper, "... not so smart. Teehee!" She planted a sweet little kiss right on his sensitive tip.

He let out a low moan. He was close. So close.

"'Cause you can't cum, can you, sweetie?" Lala cooed. She giggled at his wide-eyed look of helplessness. "Ooh, this isn't enough, is it?" She gave his chest several long, sensuous licks. "And you're soooo horny!"

He could barely think. All he could think about were Lata's soft, wet lips, and how they wouldn't stop teasing him. It made him... made him...

Not so smart.

"You could just let her suck you once," Lala whispered in his ear, fingers toying with his nipples. "Just once! Wouldn't that be nice?"

Senya's mind was steeped in bliss, and Lala was making him feel so nice. He smiled at her. "Yeah..."

"And you could have her stop right after! No harm."

"Oh. Yeah. Yeah..."

"Is that what you want?" she teased, popping a finger into his mouth.

"Um..." Senya tried to think as he sucked and licked at the finger. Lata's soft lips felt so good on his member. Every now and then, she gave him a little lick, and it drove him wild. He knew her whole mouth would feel so much better. But... hadn't there been a reason not to...

Lala kissed his cheek. "Don't you wanna cum, sweetie?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

Senya whimpered as Lata gave his cock another daring lick. "Mm-hm."

"So what do you want?" Lala asked, grinding against his side. She pulled the finger out of his mouth and stuck the hand between her legs. "Tell me what you want us to do to you."

"M-make me cum!" Senya gasped. "P-please?"

Lala grinned. He heard Lata giggle.

And then her lips slid right over his pulsing cock. Her wet warmth enveloped him. She took him all the way in, and his cock was immersed in honey, immersed in her. And she started to suck.

And he came.

All thoughts about indecency, indignity, and mind control were sucked right out of his mind, and he cried out in bliss. He felt her suckling at his cock like a delicious candy, drawing his orgasm out, her cheeks working to swallow every drop of cum. His whole cock was tingling with sticky, perfect pleasure.

His mind had gone almost totally blank. Lala was whispering things in his ear whenever Lata's lips slid up or down, but Senya couldn't register more than random words and phrases. Phrases like "cum", "cunt", "sweet", "good Master", and "every day". He couldn't even think about what they meant—the pleasure was filling his whole body, and thinking was too hard.

As his pleasure started to ebb, Senya thrust once more into Lata's mouth and savored her happy groan. She was swallowing his whole load. She just kept on sucking, drawing it all out until he was left sweaty and panting for breath, overwhelmed by pleasure.

Finally, she pulled off. He looked down and saw her wiping her lips and licking her hand, almost like a cat. She beamed up at Lala. "He's so sweet!" she sang.

"I bet he is," Lata hissed. "Dumb horny boy." She gave his cheek another little lick.

Senya's mind was gliding over thermals, heedless of their conversation. Lala had reached down and begun to stroke his cock with her hand—very slowly, building him back to the edge. He was drifting. He was all-but-asleep, his eyes trained on Lala's gorgeous body pressed against him. One breast was almost close enough to lick. His hip where her legs were entwined around him was wet with her juices, and it tingled pleasantly. So did his chest. So did his neck and cheek where she had kissed and licked him. He gave a vacant smile. Lala and Lata were making him feel so nice.

"Don't you love it when the Masters are this easy?" Lala purred. "Sometimes I think Bobbi softens them up just for us!"

"Or hardens them up," Lata said, giggling. She took something from Lala, and he heard a squishy wet sound from between her legs, followed by what sounded like a trickling liquid.

Slowly, the last few words filtered back to him. "Mm?" he managed. Something about that sounded off. Bobbi? Bobbi was

They both turned and beamed at him.

"Good boy!" Lala cooed, stroking him just a bit faster.

"Sweet boy!" Lata laughed, kissing his cock's head several tender times. "Don't worry your cute little head about it, stud. The bimbos are talking." She planted one last, long kiss, and the tongue came out again. His eyes rolled back up into his head and finally closed, and the worries melted from him like butter in a saucepan.

"Leave him like this for a bit," he heard Lala whisper. Her words drifted to him on cotton candy clouds, sweet and wonderful. "We'll get him nice and dumb and horny."

"Did you see him staring at my boobies earlier?" Lata gave a wicked laugh. "Too busy watching them to watch your hands and his tea!"

Senya dimly smiled. He wasn't sure what his two bimbos were talking about, but they were laughing, and pleasuring him, so he was sure it was good. Boobies. Staring at her boobies. Yes, he loved doing that. He wished he could do it right now, but his eyes were just... so... tired...

"Well, they are fantastic."

"Aw..." He heard the sounds of brief kissing, before the kisses on his cock returned, slow and measured. They kept him on the edge, mindless, horny. He just lay back in the chair and let his bimbos pleasure him.

After what felt like a few minutes of this treatment, he felt something warm and smooth press against his lips.

Numbly, he opened his eyes. It was the mug.

Full of tea.

He looked up at the two Thriae, who beamed at him. The touches on his cock continued, lulling his mind... away. It was like they'd taken his mind away from him and put it into a box where it couldn't speak.

Lala stroked his knee. "Open wide! Gotta get nice and full, like, if you want her to go down on you, sweetie!"

"Drink up," cooed Lata. "Boys that cum need to drink their yummy tea!" She planted several wet kisses on his cock, sending his thoughts into ecstasy.

"Mm?" He blinked blearily up at them. Gods, they were so beautiful. With their golden hair, golden eyes, and golden lips, they shone above him like... like angels. How could he ever mistrust a word they said?

"Yeah," Lata husked, giving his cock the tiniest of laps with her tongue. "We don't fuck boys that won't even try out tea. It hurts our feelings!" She pouted, sticking out her lower lip, then kissed him again. All her kisses were closed-mouth. It was driving him up a wall.

But that wall could come down. All he had to do was submit.

"Go on," Lala encouraged, stroking his cheek with a slick hand. His skin tingled pleasantly. She tipped the mug up a little. "Obeying us means you get pleasure, sweetie. And I know you want that."

His lips slowly parted. He felt the tea start to trickle between his lips.

It didn't taste any different.

He opened his mouth fully, allowing the tea to trickle into his mouth. Gently, almost maternally, Lala gripped the back of his head and tilted it back, allowing her to pour the drink down his throat, little-by-little. Sweetness coated the inside of his mouth, sickening sweetness.

It was somehow the best thing he'd ever tasted.

"Yummy, huh?" Lala stroked his hair, smiling as she gazed down into his fluttering eyes.

"Aaah..."

"Aww!" Lala's smile widened with delight. "You're so sweet!" Her eyes narrowed. "Such a sweet boy deserves a niiice sucking, right, Lata?"

"Ooh, I'd love to, Lala!" Lata giggled. "But he told me only to kiss him! No sucking allowed!" She kissed the base of his cock, and he shuddered with pleasure. What a silly rule. Why had he said that? He could trust Lata and Lala to take advantage.

Not. Not to take advantage. Which was what he wanted, right?

"Aw..." Lala slowly tipped the mug back, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "I bet he didn't mean that! He was just, like, being a sillyhead, right, Master?"

He smacked his lips. If he gave permission, they would suck and fuck him like mad, mind-numbing, perfect, glorious. If he didn't...

"Mm-hm..." he moaned, as Lata lapped at the head of his cock with just the tip of her tongue. "Silly..."

Lala set the mug aside. "What do you really want, Master? Like, we don't wanna make you do anything you don't beg us for!"

His brain was smothered in honey. His whole body was abuzz. He needed this. Needed them. Oh, he needed them to... to...

"S-suck," he whimpered. "Suck me! All the way!"

"Are you suuuuure?" Lala teased, kissing him on the cheek. "Cause like we might get carried away, Master! We're such slutty bimbos—" Lata licked his cock twice, once on each word, "—and your cock is so tasty! What if she can't stop sucking? What if we have to, I dunno..." She put a finger to her lips and frowned, as though thinking very hard.

Senya waited, and squirmed, as Lata continued her teasing attentions. He tried to stay quiet, to keep from distracting Lala, but Lata didn't make it easy—she seemed to know just how to keep her kisses steady enough to keep him on the brink, but irregular enough to catch him off-guard him every time.

Finally, Lala's eyes lit up. "Ooh! Omigosh! What if we have to fuck your brains out with our tight, wet pussies?" She stared kissing and nibbling on his neck, moaning. "What if we just have to let you suck our nipples? What if we need you to, like, submit, and be our brainless stud forever?"

Senya's mind struggled to make sense of what she was saying, but every time she said something sexy, in that breathy, sensuous moan of hers, his mind seemed to go blank and golden. And Lata's kisses didn't help. It all sounded so nice the way she said it. Her voice was so sultry, so sensuous, so sweet, so... sweet...

He realized he'd spaced out, and Lala was now pouring more honey into his mouth. Not even tea—straight honey. Some distant part of him told him to be worried about that, but how could he worry when it all felt so good? It was good to drink this. Lala wanted him to, and it made him feel good, which was all that mattered. He obediently swallowed it all down when she told him to, not even thinking about the command. All he could think about was how sexy 'fuck your brains out' sounded when she whispered it in his ear.

"Is that what you want?" Lala asked at last, a smile quirking across her fulsome lips. "Do you want all of that, sweetie?"

He couldn't think. He didn't want to. "Yes!" he burst out. "D-do whatever you just said! I wa—" He swallowed the last of the honey as she dribbled it between his lips. "Want it all!"

They both giggled gleefully. There was satisfaction in their laughter now. Triumph.

"Master's suuuuch a stud," purred Lata. The way she said it, it didn't sound precisely like a compliment. But it did sound like a very good thing to be in this house, for her.

"He really is," Lala agreed. "What a hunk! Like, what do you wanna do with him, Lata? 'Cause he just said we could do whatever!" She flashed him a pouting look, batting her eyelashes. "Isn't that what he said?"

"Oh my gosh! I bet it is what he said! Like, I heard him say it too!" Lata squealed. "And I think I wanna... wanna..." She licked her lips. "... suck his cock!"

"Ooh!" Lala rose up in the chair, and Senya felt himself sinking deeper and deeper as she did so. What was this chair made out of? What were the cushions stuffed with? It was starting to feel almost... viscous. "And I think I wanna make him suck my boobies," she cooed down at him, proffering one swollen breast. "Make him drink aaall that yummy-nummy-honey that'll make him so much fun! Heehee!"

"Ooh, make him beg first!" Lata started kissing his cock, daintier than ever, but also faster than ever, peppering him with mind-numbing, teasing kisses. Senya was quivering with desire. "I love it when a cute boy begs for us!"

Lala lay above him, eyes fixed on him, drawing him in. Senya's head was spinning. He couldn't think straight. All he could think about were Lata and Lala, his two honeyed bimbos who had so thoroughly claimed him.

"Well, Master?" Lala whispered. "You heard her."

Senya stared up at her. Lata's kisses seemed to pass through his whole body. He was tingling all over. Lust consumed him. He couldn't even think. All he could do was... want.

"Please, Lala," he whimpered. "Please! L-let me cum! Let me suck, suck me, just—do it to me already!"

There was a short pause in the kisses. It felt like infinity.

Lala shook her head sadly. "Oh, who taught you to beg? You'd make a terrible bimbo." She sighed and stuck her lower lip out. "Lata, maybe we shouldn't suck him. I don't know if he, like, wants it? Like, he seems kinda un-wanty!"

Senya's eyes widened. He tried to shake his head, but he was almost totally immersed within the chair now, totally pinned and helpless beneath Lala's body. She was practically straddling him, actually.

"Aw, that's so sad!" Lata gave a loud sigh. "I guess I can't suck his willpower out through his cock like a straw! Gosh, I was super excited to make him cum and cum and cum... but maybe he doesn't want it?" She gave him one sad, forlorn lick.

"P-please, I do!" he pleaded. "I do, I do!"

"Then beg better," Lala said with a smirk. Down below, Senya felt Lata starting to take him into her mouth once again. He was between her lips now, and the feeling of the extended kiss was heavenly. He would do anything for more. Anything. "Beg like you need it." She squeezed her breast, and Senya saw a bit of honey dribble from her large, pert nipple.

"I... please, I need it." Senya squirmed in the chair, feeling Lata's tongue teasing his glans. "I need it!" he cried. "I'll do whatever you want!"

"Oh my gosh, Lata," Lala purred, and her breast started to descend towards his gasping lips, "he's really beggin' for it! What a stud!"

Down below, the cock inserted just between her lips, he heard Lata chuckle.

"It's so nice to hear you beg, stud," Lala whispered. "It, like, makes me feel... super nice. And when I feel super nice..." She traced her finger over the nipple, catching the honey just as it was about to drip into Senya's mouth and popping the finger into her own mouth. She made a satisfied 'yummy' sound as she briefly sucked the finger off, looking at him with doe eyes. "... I can make you feel super nice," she cooed.

Senya was lost completely to those eyes, to Lata's lips. "I need more," he whimpered. "I'll be y-your stud, I don't care! I'll do whatever you w-want!" He shook all over as Lata's lips started to slide deeper over his head, very gently. "I'll drink as much honey as you want!"

"Because you looooove drinking the honey, don't you?" Lala hissed.

"Uh-huh!" He beamed up at her. "Please use me!... Mistress!"

Lala's eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Ooh. 'Mistress'. You don't gotta call me that, babe."

She popped the nipple into his mouth. Without even thinking—and it felt so good to not think, to let them think for him—Senya started obediently sucking. Delicious honey crashed against his taste buds like waves against rocks, scattering what little resistance he had left to the sands. "We just wanna be your sluuuuts for a while. It goes without saying that you're our little fucktoy now!"

"Mmm!" was his happy response.

She giggled, then broke off abruptly with a gasp, wriggling a little against his body. " Mmm... f-fuck, you're a thirsty boy!" She blinked. Slowly, a grin spread across her angelic features. "Omigosh! Have you been with Mommy?"

Senya let out a little mewl as memories of the holstaur came flooding back. It felt so right to suckle at this gorgeous woman's breast. Her breasts weren't as big as Mommy's, but the honey he was drinking down was glorious.

And then Lata slid all the way down on his shaft, and he started to suckle with a panicked thirst. Once again, his cock was immersed in her wet, warm mouth, and he felt her tongue positively lathering the mead over him. His cock was twitching and throbbing, having been so long denied this exquisite pleasure. He bucked mindlessly, desperate for more, and only more.

Lata moaned, running her lips and tongue over the base of his cock with a courtesan's training. Above, Lala stroked his hair and whispered sweet nothings in his ear as he suckled her.

"There's a good boy," she cooed. "There's a nice stud for us. Oh, we're gonna get you nice and full, don't you worry. Mmm... Drink up! Drink aaall my slutty nectar, sweetie. Just chug that down! Heehee!"

Senya felt his pleasure climbing with every gulp of delicious honey. His cock felt like it had been immersed in fizzy bubbles, and it was tingling like crazy from the mead that now covered it. It had grown, too—Lata could only barely take in its whole sensitive girth. But, oh, she took it.