The women were sitting side by side on the couch, Bitchboy serving them in turn with his talented mouth.

"You know, I don't think he's licking quite as passionately as he ought to."

"Oh no?"

"Nu-uh. It's been ten minutes and I'm not even close to cumming. I think he needs some encouragement."

Savannah grinned.

"Oh, please no!" sniveled Bitchboy.

And received a sharp slap for his troubles. "Shut up, you!" Brenda snapped. "No one asked you anything! Now, tongue back to work, slut!"

Savannah's smile turned nastier. She loved seeing that adorable look of fear on him.

"Would you, Sav?" asked Brenda.

She pretended to think it over. Gave a sigh. "Oh, alright."

"Thanks, babe!"

As Savannah rose so did Brenda. The girl made Bitchboy turn around so that the back of his head was resting on the edge of the couch pillow. She then sat down on his face. "Work it, bitch."

Savannah went to retrieve the cuffs and the jar of coconut oil. She proceeded to cuff his the Bitchboy's hands behind his back and then set herself down between his legs, her shins pressed hard on his. She started to apply the oil on his wax-smooth cock and balls. He soon grew hard in her hands, as he was trained to do whenever he was touched down there. She smiled as his cock grew to its full size. A solid eight-incher with excellent girth. That had been the final detail that had originally sold him to them.

Brenda looked over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. "Well? Are you just giving him a treat, or what?"

Grinning Savannah stopped stroking him and kept the cock upright with one hand firmly around the base. "You ready, boy?"

Without waiting for reply she started slapping him. She giggled in delight at Bitchboy's legs twitching and his precious whimpers. He was so sensitive to pain between his legs, so of course the girls liked to administer it regularly. Hurting him was such a thrill.

"Yeah! Lick it! With passion, that's right." Brenda cooed a laugh. "I love his cries on my pussy." He had gotten very good at continuing his work even under distress. They had, of course, made that a focal point in his training.

After turning his cock red, Savannah switched to his balls. This made him cry and squirm even harder, yet he forged on admirably between Brenda's legs. At least the girl wasn't complaining any. In fact, sort of sounded she was cumming already.

Such a good boy he was! So good indeed that he needed frequent punishing. Of course, it wasn't really punishing now was it? It was just what they did for fun.

His balls sufficiently battered, Savannah continued working on his big rod, still as hard as ever. Now she started applying nails on the sensitized tip. He squirmed satisfyingly, whimpering. She just loved tormenting that juicy head. She could play with it for hours.

Yet it was withing minutes that she was dripping wet. Hurting him did that every single time.

"I'm going to need this cock," she said.

"Aw," said Brenda. "Already? But I was enjoying his whimpering."

"Don't worry," Savannah said, sliding that lovely thing all the way inside herself. She wrapped her left hand around his balls and squeezed tight. "I like 'em too!" And as she started riding him, she started pinching his nipple with her right hand.

If there was one thing better than riding him or hurting him, then it was doing them at the same time. So there was plenty of that sweet whimpering to carry both girls into several wonderful orgasms.