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“This isn’t fair.”
“Oh, no. I think it’s very fair, actually. I don’t support weaponized incompetence, Crosshair. I’m definitely not going to encourage it.”
This is Day 1 of ‘getting Crosshair to do his chores like the adult he is’. He’s far too old to be acting like a child.
“And Hunter gets rewarded?” he growls as you fuss over Hunter’s new garment.
“Hunter has been a good boy and always does what he’s told. I think we know I can’t say the same for you.” Tech makes a noise from the bed. You don’t turn to look at him–he’s only supposed to be observing–but Crosshair scowls over your shoulder at him.
Submission isn’t pain. Submission is something else. Enduring isn’t the only part that is submission; it’s also the agreeing to endure.
And what Crosshair is being asked to endure–what he has fought tooth and nail to avoid, has pretended that he could not learn the right way to do what he was being asked–is some light and general cleaning in the apartment. When they moved in, Tech had insisted that they take over the household chores. It was the only payment you were willing to accept from them.
“I told you. This week, every day, it is your turn to clean, and if you can’t do it properly, Hunter is going to be here so I can remind you what you’re missing by not just doing the work right the first time.” You pull on a ribbon, straightening it.
You’d decided on red for Hunter, to match the bandana he’s absolutely not allowed to be wearing. His hair hangs loose, framing his face. But what is truly marvelous is the bustier you’ve got him in. It cinches his already snatched waist, and the low cups accentuate his pronounced pectorals. The red sets off his tan skin and deepens the black of his tattoo.
You have something similar for Crosshair, assuming he ever gets to wear it. His bustier is black and is mostly corset that will fit right around his waist. He’s so rectangular you wanted something to break up the line of his body.
Crosshair is kneeling next to Hunter and seething, wearing just his undershorts, and you’re not changing him out of that until he’s done. You can hold out longer than he can.
You’re frustrated with Crosshair for a number of reasons, though most pressing is his reticence to do chores properly, which is delaying what you want to do. He is, in a very peculiar way, the most devoted to you of the four. He is also the most demanding and so you always have plans for him percolating in the back of your mind. Before this situation reared its head, you’d had other things you’d wanted to do today. You’d bought these undergarments for them planning to dress them together in matching garter belts that sit right on their hips, the straps holding up thigh-high lace stockings, cocks framed perfectly by lace. They’ll look magnificent. And hopefully they’ll let you take pictures. But you can’t do any of that until Crosshair behaves. So Hunter will remain in just this frilly bustier, and Crosshair will have to endure his underwear…and his chores.
Annoyed, you reach out, capturing a nipple from both between your fingers. You increase your pressure slowly. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen.” You pinch hard until they both twitch in discomfort and then release them. “Hunter, chest to the floor.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He quickly assumes the position, automatically spreading his legs wide in anticipation. You walk behind him, slap your hand hard on his ass, then kneel next to him.
“Crosshair, you are going to go and clean the kitchen.” You pour some lube onto your fingers, then stroke them over Hunter’s already twitching hole. He lets out a little mmph noise. “All the dishes. Let’s pretend the washer’s broken, so you’re going to need to wash them by hand. And the pots. Then I want the counter and stove spotless and the floor clean. Every surface, Crosshair. Clean.”
Crosshair is watching you intently as a finger teases around Hunter’s sensitive entrance. Hunter isn’t trying to hold back his noises of pleasure, and he moans when a finger breaches him, twisting and stroking, quickly followed by another.
“If you’re efficient, it shouldn’t take too long, and you can come back here and join us…after you pass inspection, of course. Easy enough, don’t you think?”
Hunter lets out a gasp as you twist your wrist and stroke your fingers down, brushing against his prostate. He whimpers. He’s putting on a show, and knowing that does nothing to relieve the glower on Crosshair’s face.
“Let me know when you’re done, and I’ll inspect. I’m sure Hunter won’t mind amusing me while I wait.” You glance at silent Tech, sitting with his back to the headboard, watching with just the slightest furrow on his brow. “Go on, Crosshair. Be a good boy.”
Crosshair huffs off and you hope Hunter’s moans as you work him over just with your fingers give Crosshair something to think about.
When Crosshair comes back, you’re sitting in your comfy chair, reading, legs propped up on your human ottoman. Hunter is doing his best to stay level on his hands and knees, but the plug you have snuggly inside him vibrates when you think he starts to feel too comfortable. And this particular toy is quite delightful. There are three levels of vibration, and where it’s felt is also variable, so you can stimulate just the sensitive ring at his entrance or it can buzz right at his prostate.
You push a button on your datapad, and Hunter lets out a yelp as a blast of pleasure runs through his body.
“‘M done,” says Crosshair. It hasn’t been enough time. You know that for a fact, especially if he’s washing the dishes by hand.
“You okay if I leave you here for a bit, Hunter? Tech will keep an eye on you if you need anything.” You tap on the datapad, randomizing the patterns of stimulation. As you get up, you lean over and reach under him, running your finger along his leaking cock and watching him shiver. “Soon,” you whisper.
You clean your hand and collect your short cane, swishing it quickly as you go to the kitchen. You prefer this for precision strikes, and you’re sure you’re going to need the biting sting in a few minutes.
“Crosshair, I know you’ve seen what the kitchen looks like when your compatriots are done with it. I’m not even looking for Tech-levels of cleanliness–” A man of contradictions, Tech will leave his room and yours a complete mess of stuff, but when he’s tasked with a chore, you’ll not find one thing out of place when he’s done. “–but I am looking for the job to be at least passable.” You stand Crosshair in front of the counter. “You’ve been letting Hunter and Wrecker pick up your slack, and I’m not having that. Now, anything you see here that could be improved upon?”
You run the tip of the cane along his chest. He stays defiantly silent.
“Mmmm…Crosshair. You’re going to look so good in your little getup once you earn it. Really will accentuate your ass.” Not that he has much of one. “I cannot wait to fuck you in it.” You move behind him. “But, until then, bend over and put your hands on the counter. I’m going to give you a list of things you’ve done wrong.” You pull his shorts down to expose his butt.
As much as you enjoy the cane, it’s not one of Crosshair’s preferred instruments of pain. You think the sharp bite of it cuts a little too deep too fast in his mind. So as a punitive measure, it’s perfect.
Wrecker made breakfast. You told him not to clean at all, which was a hard order for him to follow. So, yes, the kitchen was a mess. Cooking for five people was bound to leave it like that, but Crosshair did the absolute bare minimum to put the kitchen back in order. It was sloppy and embarrassing.
“I know your memory is excellent, so let me just make a list for you.” You swish the cane through the air and watch his knuckles whiten, but you’re just making noise. Then you begin listing off his failings, punctuating your words with a sharp hit. Each item lets the cane leave an angry red mark on his pale skin. He didn’t put away the ingredients from breakfast. He didn’t move anything on the counter when he wiped it down. The dishes were stacked wet in the cabinet and still had crumbs on them. He didn’t use soap on the stove. The floor is sticky. He only cleaned around the table and not under it. He didn’t wipe the food out of the sink. The list goes on and is not insignificant, and he is sucking air in sharply between his teeth when you are done.
You run your fingernails hard along the stripes. “Now, I’m going to get back to Hunter, and you’re going to give this another try.”
He moves to pull his shorts up. You stop him with a quick strike across his wrist. “Oh, no. You’re going to stay like this.” Humiliation isn’t really your thing, but you’re sure he’s got a little flush in his cheeks, and this has to be grating at his ego. It’s a battle of wills and, while he may be stubborn, you think you hold all the important cards.
“Turn around.” As expected, his face is reddening, and, also as expected, his cock is starting to bob between his legs.
“Kriff!” he yelps as you lay a hit with the tip of the cane on his cockhead.
“Think of everything we could be doing, Crosshair, if you’d just do what we both know you can. I know you behave when you want to. And I know you can do this right. So clean this kitchen without any further fuss, and I can dress you and flog your ass redder and fuck you til you pass out. I just can’t understand why you want Hunter to have all the fun.”
You smirk, then lean forward and lift his cock with a finger. You tap his balls hard with the cane. He gasps and bends over, fighting his reaction to the pain. You kiss him on the cheek and go back to Hunter.
When Crosshair finally appears in the room, the passage of time is much more promising. You think there’s a good chance he’s done it almost right, at least enough to get him into your play with Hunter.
Hunter has been very busy, face between your legs. Your fingers are gripping hard into his long hair. Tech is pretending to be busy with his datapad, but you know he’s itching to be part of this. He promised to leave this up to you though.
“Are you sure, Crosshair?” you manage to say, “Because if I get up and the kitchen isn’t perfect, there will be some very real consequences. One of which is that, when you’re finally done to my satisfaction, you’ll be locked out of here until tomorrow.”
Crosshair looks at you, down at Hunter, back at you, then leaves the room. Fifteen minutes later, he returns.
“I’m done.” So are you.
“You’re sure?” Hunter’s back to being your human footrest. You still haven’t let him come, and he’s getting very twitchy.
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” You stand and gently scrape your fingernails along Hunter’s scalp. “Regardless–” You lean over and kiss his forehead. “–You’ll be well taken care of when I get back.” You feel him shiver in anticipation.
You follow Crosshair to the kitchen. A quick look lets you know that he has finally finished what he’s supposed to do, but you make a show of inspecting. You run your fingers under appliances and carefully check the plates. Your toe taps the corners of the room looking for crumbs. When you open the cabinets, everything is carefully put away and in order.
“Well, it only took three tries,” you sigh.
Back in the bedroom, you inspect his naked body, and admire your thin red marks on his ass. You haven't done anything but his cock is already firming up in anticipation. You stroke it with the end of the cane.
“I’m not sure what we’re going to do with this. Tomorrow, you’re going in a cage until I’m ready for you…but today, let’s give you a little reward. I hope you don’t make me regret it.”
He looks good in the bustier. It accentuates his ass, which is a miracle, and his chest, which, like all of them, is muscular, but unlike the others, not at all pronounced. “Okay, now let’s get these on you.” The garter belt is snug on his hips. You have him sit on the bed as you roll a stocking in your hands, then carefully guide it over his toes and up his calf and thigh. You do the same with the other leg before having him stand again and attaching the garters to the tops of the stockings.
You admire your handiwork, lace and silk adorning him, a delicious representation of hard and soft, beauty and power. You hadn’t realized this was your thing, but it has made itself very clear that it is your thing.
You stand him in front of the mirror. He tries very hard to hide it, but he can’t help but preen a little at his reflection.
“Oh, you look very nice, Crosshair. You and Hunter are going to be such a good set when I’m done.” Speaking of which– “Hunter?” He grunts. You’ve kept him tottering in sexual agony for long enough. “Stand here.” You lay out his garter belt and stockings on your chair. His cock is red and at attention, the plug is still intermittently vibrating inside him. You move halfway behind him, so you can see around his shoulder. “Now, Crosshair, your last task for today is to finish dressing Hunter.”
There’s a slight bit of hesitation in Crosshair’s face. “If you don’t want to, it’s fine, but I’ll need you to go to the corner until I’m done.”
And, no, Crosshair does not want that.
“First, you–”
“Don’t need instructions.”
“I don’t know. You haven’t been great at initiative today.”
He huffs at you and then takes the garter belt, kneels in front of Hunter, and holds it open between two hands so Hunter can step through. Carefully, he lifts it up Hunter’s body, catching Hunter’s cock on the band. Hunter groans as fabric rubs against his swollen length. For a moment, the image of Crosshair’s mouth drooling around Hunter’s cock flashes in your mind, but you’re immediately distracted from that fantasy as you watch the reality of Crosshair adjusting the belt so that it frames Hunter’s cock and pubic hair perfectly.
Unable to control yourself, you reach around and begin stoking Hunter’s thick erection. It won’t take him long to finish, but you want to draw this out a little longer.
“Put his foot on your leg,” you instruct Crosshair. Crosshair adjusts himself so he’s only on one knee. Carefully he lifts Hunter’s foot and rests it on his stockinged thigh. Crosshair takes his time as he slides the silk over Hunter’s toes and up his calf and his thigh before adjusting and attaching the garters with precision.
This is an erotic feast for your eyes. Your hand starts working a little faster on Hunter’s cock. You press your free hand against his ass, pushing the plug in deeper. He’s moaning as Crosshair repeats with the other leg, and now he’s just as pretty as Crosshair.
“Move the mirror,” you whisper to Crosshair, who does what he’s told. You see Hunter admire his reflection. “You two look good,” you smile. “You think you can manage to stay standing?” you whisper to Hunter, “Or do I need Crosshair here to brace you?” You squeeze him a little firmer, twist your wrist as you slide over the head of his cock.
“‘m fin–” He’s cut off and almost immediately proves himself a liar by doubling over as the plug starts buzzing and you angle it down into his prostate. He cries out and comes, hard, his cock spasming in your hand.
You pump him empty, enjoying the feeling of his skin under your fingers, the stiffness of his erection, knowing that you did this to him. You kiss his shoulder.
“Very good, Hunter,” you whisper to him through his gasps.
“Tech?” You can barely see him at the edge of the mirror. “I’m going to take them out. You want to join us?”
He gets up off the bed and walks over to you. “Once Hunter has cleaned up his mess, could we speak alone briefly?”
“Hmmm? Sure.” You gather two more outfits for them to put on. They aren’t their usual outside clothes. These are a little looser, with a little more flow to them. You want them to feel their corsets and garters and stockings but you don’t need the city to know they’re wearing them. And you have a bag for Crosshair to carry, because you’re sure he’s going to be mercilessly hard most of the time you’re out. You give them instructions that they simply wear these over their lingerie, then ask them to wait in the living room.
Once the other two men have left, you turn to Tech. “So what did you–” He gathers you up, lifting you in his arms, mouth to yours, then deposits you on the edge of the bed. In the past, he would have done this in front of the other men, a display of dominance over the person dominating them. No one needs that anymore. You pull off your bottoms as he releases his erection from his black pants.
He stands between your legs. Two fingers slide into you while his thumb teases at your clit. Your back arches. His fingers leave you and you watch lustily as he licks your taste from them, then he leans forward and pushes them into your mouth. You suck and moan until he’s satisfied. His hands reach under your knees and, in a moment, your legs are pressed to his chest, your ankles on his shoulders. He pulls you a little off the bed and then slams into you.
His hips piston as he lets you feel his full length pumping in and out of your sensitive body.
“Oh, fuck, Tech, fuck. Harder.” You know you sound like a holoporn, but you don’t care. You might be sore later, but you don’t care about that either. He leans over, bending you in half, his hot breath on your face. “Tech, Tech. Mmm, so fucking good. Come in me like this. Make me your slut. Fuck, give it to me.” Every thrust feels like part of a climax. You don’t want anything but this ecstasy. You don’t want him to spend time considering the best way to make you orgasm. You just want this feral fuck where he takes what he wants and you give it to him…even, if really, he is still doing it for you.
“Is that…” he gasps into your ear, “...what you want…slut?”
You almost climax from hearing that one word in Tech’s voice. “Yes! Please.”
He doesn’t move faster; instead, he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in. Your fingers dig into his arms as he does it again and again, turning you into a shuddering mess under him. He pushes deep, rolling his hips, and you tighten around him. A little noise escapes him and he returns to his rough pace. A few moments later, he lets out a cry, and you feel the heat of his cum filling you. Your legs and arms wrap around him, keeping him close, even with the edge of his goggles sitting uncomfortably on your cheek.
When you finally release him, he cleans you both and puts your clothes back in order. You lie together, splayed out at the foot of the bed.
“What are the rest of your plans today?”
“Oh, I’m going to walk them through the market. We’re hitting all the busy areas so that they feel very aware of what they’re wearing and…what they’re not. Crosshair will love it, though I suspect he’ll have some physical discomfort.”
“Mmmm, I would not be surprised if he remains erect the entire time you’re out.”
“Well, that sounds like a medical disaster waiting to happen.”
“He should be fine.”
“Anyway…and then we’ll come back here for a little flogging. I want to see Hunter’s ass as red as his corset. You going to come?”
“I believe I have,” snarks Tech, “And at your direction.” You give him a little shove and start to get up. “No, I will remain here.” You kiss him, enjoying his full lips and teasing tongue.
“My hope is that Crosshair will see everything we could be doing if he wasn’t delaying us with his bad work ethic and just behave himself the rest of the week.”
“You realize that is unlikely, at least to the extent that he will not require any correction.”
“Yes,” you sigh, “but a girl can hope.”
You go to the living room and have them stand in front of you. Your hands explore over the fabric of their clothes, feeling the corsets under your finger and delighting in the nakedness of their flesh, their cocks and balls hanging free, knowing they’re decorated with the belt and garters.
You push your thigh between Crosshair’s legs, his erection insistently pressing back. “This is what we could be doing all week after your chores are done, Crosshair. Wouldn’t you prefer this to the cane?”
“Maybe,” he grunts. You laugh.
“Tech thinks I’ll have to punish you every day before you do as you’re told. I’d rather we have fun. But it’s up to you.” You watch his face register a bit of conflict. He wants punishment as much as he wants pleasure. How can he have one without the other? So complicated. Well, that’s tomorrow’s problem.
“You good, Hunter?” You smile at him. He looks content.
“Yeah, ’m very good.”
“Okay!” you smile at both of them. “Let’s go out.”