The Reward

Mistress Isis wants to know what Eddy will do to fuck Bobbi Starr. She makes him prove it. He starts on his knees. She binds his wrists behind his back, cinches the rope tight, makes him feel the stretch in his shoulders. Every knot reminds him who decides how this goes. Isis brings Bobbi in like she’s showing off a prize. Bobbi watches, cool and quiet, while Isis lays out the rules. Eddy’s cock twitches. Bobbi smiles, but she doesn’t move until Isis gives the nod. The test begins with pain. Isis clamps his nipples, slaps his balls, makes him count. Every time he hesitates, the cane lands. Sweat rolls down his chest, catches in the rope marks. He keeps his mouth shut and takes it. When Isis is satisfied, she straps on first. Thick, black, already slick. She pushes Eddy face-down over the bench, spreads him, works the head in slow so he feels every inch. Bobbi steps close, grabs his hair, feeds him her own strap-on. He gags, recovers, sucks like he’s starving. They switch. Bobbi takes his ass while Isis fucks his throat. The bench creaks under the rhythm. Eddy’s moans come out muffled, wet, desperate. Isis leans down, voice low, tells him this is the price of even thinking about Bobbi’s pussy. He stays hard the whole time. They don’t let him come. When they finally pull out, he’s shaking, mouth open, ass raw, still begging with his eyes. Isis unties one wrist, points at Bobbi. “Your reward’s right there. Show her how grateful you are.”