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“He’s rather loose,” one of the strangers complained.
Aurelius was petting Ambrose’s hair, letting him know he was being good, very good.
“Not his fault that your dick is tiny,” Aurelius said in an icy voice that made Ambrose shiver, even though it wasn’t aimed at him.
“I could join you,” another stranger offered, then, looking at Aurelius, he added carefully: “If it’s allowed.”
Aurelius gently turned Ambrose’s head that was facing down in the pillory, with both his hands in their smaller holes twitching right next to it up to look into his face. Ambrose was jostled gently by the fucking that, after five rounds by others, was really a little on the underwhelming side, size-wise.
“What do you say, pet? Do you want bigger?”
Ambrose nodded eagerly, then winced as his chin hit the wood.
“Then, yes, you may join.”
Ambrose had never been fucked by two man at the same time, not in one hole. Sure, he had been spit-roasted several times, had, in fact, sucked his Master while the second stranger hammered into him but this was novel.
Ambrose loved that the Phavellians were so incredibly open about public sexual acts. He’d heard of several planets where public sex wasn’t forbidden, per se, but Phavellia was the only planet he knew of that had actual stocks and pillories for that purpose in every public park. Unlike Earth, where they had been used as punishment devices in more barbaric times, Phavellians used them solely to enact their power dynamics. Yes, punishments also happened, but they were pre-negotiated punishments all parties had agreed to, not state-imposed ones, and mostly the stocks and pillories were used for people into free use scenarios - like Ambrose and Aurelius - or just into exhibitionistic practices. There were complicated colour-coded little flags you could run up on a pole right next to the devices, and they told you whether you were invited to just watch or to participate, whether catcalls and humiliation was allowed (Aurelius did not allow that) and several other things Ambrose could not remember.
“How do we do this?” the first stranger asked.
“It depends on whether you want to bend over him and hold onto the pillory or want me to do that.”
Oh! But this stranger actually was a Phavellian! Ambrose recognised the singsong lilt of his English.
He whimpered. Phavellian’s had penis-bulbs. He’d always wanted to feel what it was like to be fucked by one.
“Ah, I see what you mean. Nah, I’m comfy, I don’t want to move. You just push in from behind, then,” the first stranger said, trying for non-chalance, but Ambrose could hear his excitement. If the Phavellian stepped in from behind, it’d almost be like he fucked them both. The stranger seemed to have fantasies about that himself.
Ambrose soon felt the soft cloth of the stranger’s flannel shirt press onto his back.
Then there were fingers at his rim.
Very warm fingers.
Phavellian body temperature was forty degrees. Ambrose moaned.
The fingers forced their way in. The first stranger had stopped moving, Ambrose hadn’t realised when. Now he moaned. Yeah. Ambrose agreed, it felt good.
The stretching didn’t take all that long. Ambrose was rather loose, the stranger had not been wrong about that.
Oh, but the hot dick!
It rubbed where the fingers had been, and then it just. Slipped in. For a split second, Ambrose was surprised by how little he felt (apart from the warmth), then he remembered that they could pump up and deflate their bulbs, because it happened just then, the bulb inflated.
The stretching got intense immediately, and both the stranger and Ambrose moaned. The Phavellian made some of these clicking noises they made when they were amused or pleased or maybe both and canted his hips slightly.
The rippling feel of his dick was a revelation. Having slipped beneath the first stranger, every push and pull dragged along Ambrose’s prostate in the most delicious of ways. Everything retreated into the background. The soreness of having been fucked repeatedly, the pain around his neck and arms from the cushioned but very rigid fixation by the pillory. Even Aurelius’ fingers in his hair.
And that last one was a problem. Because Ambrose only realised he was coming when Aurelius pulled on his hair hard.
Ambrose couldn’t stop what was happening, couldn’t take his hand away from his dick, because his hands were in the pillory, and he was not coming from his dick, he was coming from a series of incredible, fleshy bulbs pleasuring his prostate and as Aurelius obviously hadn’t commanded the strangers stop, they didn’t.
“I’m sorry,” Ambrose babbled, “I’m sorry.”
Aurelius didn’t say anything. He let the two men in his ass finish. With Ambrose clenching like mad through his climax and aftershocks, it didn’t take long.
When they slipped out, Ambrose felt immediately empty. And so, so ashamed.
Oh. Aurelius had hissed the black flag which meant “Just watch”. Very calmly, he took out his cane.
Ambrose whimpered.
“I will cane your butt and your hole and then I will let them fuck you some more. Do you consent to that?”
Ambrose hung his head. Aurelius would have none of it. He raised his chin with his hand. Ever gentle.
“Look at me,” he demanded quietly.
Ambrose - and probably two dozen onlookers - did.
“I love you. I am not angry. I am a little disappointed, but I will hit you now, and then you will be forgiven. I can also take you back to the ship and punish you there, if you prefer.”
“No,” Ambrose sniffed. “Here is fine.” He was a heavy exhibitionist, after all. He was just very sad that it wasn’t Aurelius who had made him come. He had really wanted to be good.
“Spread his cheeks, I will start with the hole.”
The hot hands were back at his cheeks, and oh, they had some serious strength behind them.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Hit.
“Owwwww!”
Hit.
“Shit!”
Hit.
“FUCK! FUCK FUCK!”
“Language.”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir,” Ambrose panted.
“Two more to the anus, then we move on to the behind.”
Hit. Hit.
It was excruciating.
Ambrose wailed. He stamped his feet, shaking his head from side to side. Which also hurt. The warm hands let him go. Ambrose tried to get his breathing under control.
“Count for me,” Aurelius demanded.
“One. Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
They continued up to twenty. Ambrose was crying heavily by now.
“All done,” Aurelius said.
He took his time to pet Ambrose and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. He gave him water, rubbed his hurty bottom and kissed his tears away.
When Ambrose had settled down somewhat he asked: “Ready to continue?”
Ambrose took a shaky breath. “Yes, Sir.”
“Alright. Would another native please step forth. I want to see if my pet has learned his lesson.”
What? Nooooo!
Ambrose hung his head. At least this time he knew what was coming. Would it be enough? Could the pain from the caning distract him sufficiently or would it just bleed into the pleasure until he came a second time without permission? What would Aurelius do if he did?
The Phavellian gripped his hip with one hand and aligned himself with the other. Fuck, that hurt. His hole felt hot and swollen. The dick slipped inside. It hurt worse, but also- the bulbs!
How could this still feel so good??
The pressure from the other dick was gone, but if Ambrose had thought that would change anything about how full he could feel, he had been far off. The bulbs could just expand more. They filled him up so good, as if he was made to take them. The stranger praised his hole, how sweet it was. His hips pressed against the stripes his Master had lain into him.
“Sir!” Ambrose whimpered. “Sir! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
“What are you sorry about, pet?” Aurelius asked sweetly.
“I’m going to come.”
“What, again? But you don’t have permission.”
Had he been less out of it, Ambrose might have recognised Aurelius’ surprise as fake. As things stood, he didn’t. He panicked, trying to wriggle off the dick, which didn’t work, because the dick was lodged deep inside him.
Aurelius’ hand on his shoulder stilled him.
“Breathe, love!” he demanded. Ambrose did. “What do you do if you can’t help yourself?”
“I get punished?” Ambrose asked, feeling like he was missing something really important.
Aurelius chuckled. “Yes, that. But before. Before you disobey.”
Oh! “I ask permission?”
“Yes, you do.”
“Sir! May I- ah! May I please come?”
His Masters erect dick slipped into his mouth.
“You may but not before I do.”
Ambrose hummed with pleasure, making a great effort to please. In his hole, the Phavellian was fucking in and out and pumping up and deflating without a care in the world. A slight hint of panic remained, but the first time Ambrose almost climaxed, a burst of the outermost bulb irritated his caned hole enough to stave him off.
The stranger was helping him!
Ambrose relaxed.
Aurelius fucked into his mouth.
The Phavellian pleasured his behind.
The welts burned.
Ambrose was in heaven. Coming to Phaevellia had been the greatest idea of all times.
I mustn’t forget to thank Master for it! Ambrose thought, but then he didn’t think much of anything anymore, because his Master came, and that meant he was allowed, he was allowed!
All the tension left his body, and he felt the dick-bulbs do their magic.
He was allowed! He was allowed!
He let go and erupted.