Page 41 of Shameful Needs
“Please,” I whimpered one last time, but my protest sounded weak even to my own ears.
Ryan pulled out of my ass slowly, and I gasped at the sudden emptiness. But before I could process the loss, I felt his hands at the restraints, working to free me from the bench.
“Stand up,” he commanded as the leather cuffs fell away.
My legs were shaking so badly I could barely support my weight, but I managed to rise on unsteady feet. The red lingerie I still wore felt like nothing, the thong remaining stretched around my knees, the lacy bra offering no protection from their hungry gazes. Ryan’s massive cock glistened with evidence of where it had been, and I felt my face burn with the knowledge that these men could see exactly what he’d done to me.
“Turn around,” Ryan commanded, his voice carrying that new authority that made my knees weak. “Hands behind your back.”
I obeyed without thinking, my body moving of its own accord as I presented my back to him. I felt him grasp my wrists, and then the familiar sensation of leather restraints being secured around them. But these were different from the bench cuffs—lighter, designed to bind my hands behind me while leaving me mobile.
“Perfect,” Ryan murmured, testing the bonds. “Now you can’t interfere with what we’re going to do with you.”
The calm way he said it sent ice through my veins even as my body responded with shameful heat. I was completely helpless now, my hands secured uselessly behind my back while three men prepared to use me however they wanted.
Master Paul had finished undressing, his muscular body on full display as he approached. His cock was already hard, and seeing it again brought back vivid memories of kneeling before him in my room. Dr. Hamelin was removing his shirt with clinical precision, his lean swimmer’s build revealed as he folded each garment carefully.
“The key to effective group training,” Master Paul said to Ryan, “is coordination. We need to monitor her responses continuously to ensure she receives maximum benefit.”
Dr. Hamelin nodded, his tablet in hand. “The perineal sensor will guide us. Watch the screen—these spikes indicate arousal, and this pattern shows she’s approaching climax. We’ll use the data to control her pleasure precisely.”
I stared at them in horror as they discussed my body like a machine to be operated. The sensor they’d implanted without my knowledge was feeding them real-time information about my most intimate responses, giving them complete control over my pleasure.
“Fascinating,” Ryan said, studying the screen with obvious interest. “So we can bring her to the edge and hold her there?”
“Exactly,” Dr. Hamelin confirmed. “Prolonged arousal without release increases submission and breaks down psychological barriers. Watch—her levels are spiking just from hearing us discuss it.”
My face burned as I realized he was right. The clinical discussion of controlling my pleasure was making me desperately wet, my body betraying me even as my mind recoiled from what they planned.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I can’t do this again. I’m not strong enough.”
“You are,” Ryan said firmly, moving to stand before me. His hands cupped my face, forcing me to meet his eyes. “This is who you are, Heather. This is what you need.”
Master Paul put his hand on Ryan’s shoulder to draw his attention. “There’s a special sink in the corner,” he said, gesturing toward a small alcove I hadn’t noticed before. “For washing after you’ve been in a trainee’s anus. I’d recommend using it before you enjoy your wife’s pussy—for safety.”
Ryan glanced down at his massive cock, still glistening from its use of my bottom, and nodded. “Of course. Thank you.”
My heart hammered as I watched my husband walk toward the sink, leaving me standing there in my restraints with Master Paul and Dr. Hamelin. The moment Ryan’s back was turned, Master Paul’s hand settled on my shoulder.
“Down,” he commanded simply. “On your knees.”
My legs gave out before I could even think to resist, and I found myself kneeling on the cold floor between the two men. Dr. Hamelin had finished undressing, his lean body now fully revealed, his cock hard and ready. Master Paul’s familiar shaft was at eye level, and I felt my mouth water involuntarily at the sight.
“Show us what a good cock worshipper you are,” Master Paul said, his voice taking on that instructional tone that made my stomach flutter. “Start with me, then move to Dr. Hamelin. Keep us both ready while your husband cleans himself.”
I opened my mouth obediently, taking Master Paul’s familiar length between my lips. The taste of him flooded my senses as I worked my tongue along his shaft, remembering everything he’d taught me about pleasing a man properly. Behind me, I could hear the water running as Ryan washed himself, but all my attention was focused on the cock filling my mouth.
“Excellent technique,” Dr. Hamelin observed clinically. “Her training is clearly well established.”
Master Paul’s hand tangled in my hair as I took him deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate his size. “Very good, Heather. Now show the doctor what you can do.”
I moved to Dr. Hamelin, my bound hands useless behind my back as I took his smaller, but still impressive cock into my mouth. He tasted different from Master Paul, cleaner somehow, more clinical. I worked my tongue around his head while I instinctively tried to reach my right hand up to wrap it around Master Paul’s shaft, the way Chad would have told me I should—except I couldn’t, because my hands were bound. Instead, I had to alternate between them, servicing one while the other waited.
“Fascinating,” Dr. Hamelin murmured, his fingers stroking my hair as I worked. “Her arousal levels are climbing just from this oral service. She genuinely enjoys pleasing multiple men.”
The water shut off behind me, and I heard Ryan’s footsteps approaching. When I glanced back, I saw him watching me service the two men with an expression I couldn’t read. His massive cock was clean now, jutting proudly from his body as he took in the sight of his wife kneeling between two strangers.
“Bring her to the kneeling bench over there,” he said, his voice thick with authority. “Put her over it. I’m going to pound that pussy.”
