Round 8 Break (1)

Dylan smirked at Oliver, "So...wanna go fuck?" She covered her mouth, slightly embarrassed by herself. Then she shrugged, "Guess subtly isn't my strong suit anymore...although the really bold option of just jumping your dick is lost to me now. You'll have to be in charge."

Oliver didn't really want his sex life out in the open. Not that the whole group didn't know they were fucking, but this was a bit much. He also was self conscious of his rising erection. He was totally fine being nude, but having them stare at his rock hard dick was a little bit much. "Uh, ya. Let's go."

He got up and Dylan started to crawl after him. Lina also bounced out of her seat and hurried over. She looked at him with pleading eyes, but was prevented from saying anything. Oliver hesitated. Lina obviously wanted to join them. Or at least get an orgasm of her own. But Oliver knew that Dylan wasn't into girls or polyamory. She might tolerate his need for non-monogamy, but she didn't want to be a throuple with Lina.

"Go ahead Dylan, I'll be right there." Oliver let Dylan go to his room and took Lina back to hers. "You, on the bed."

Lina jumped on the bed, eagerly awaiting her turn. Unfortunately for her, that's not what Oliver was about to do. He rummaged around in her stuff and pulled out some cuffs. He had her strip down to her chastity belt and then cuff her wrists and ankles. "Stay in your room. Dylan will come in to sleep later. I'll give you your...release...in the morning."

Lina looked shocked, and Oliver almost felt guilty. Then he remembered what she'd done to Nat. He had an idea, "I'm going to give your key to Nat. It's up to him if you cum tonight. As I said you can't leave this room, but if he comes here you may interact with him however you like."

That mollified her a little, but Oliver doubted Nat would give her what she wanted. He did stop by and give Nat the key to keep his promise, then hurried to his room where he found Dylan ready and waiting for him.

He felt like teasing her a little and walked up to her and hovered just millimeters away from her mouth. She desperately tried to kiss him but couldn't. "M-master! Please!" She begged.

"So I'm Master now?" Oliver asked.

She nodded, "Yeah. That slut Lina has the right idea. I just want to be your pet. Your property. Take care of me, and I'll take care of you, you just have to touch me first..."

"Then kneel." He ordered. She dropped down, "If you want to take care of me, then do it. You know what my fetish is." He grabbed her hair, giving her the ability to touch him finally. She didn't hesitate. She swallowed his cock and started blowing him like her life depended on it. When he was about to blow he pulled back and unleashed his enhanced load all over her face.

Dylan wiped a glob from her eyes, "Thank you Master."

Oliver felt his primal urges rising to the surface. He'd tried to hard to respect Dylan and Lina. He didn't want to be their 'Master'. He wanted to be their boyfriend, husband, partner. But maybe that was never possible. Not from the moment they started this game. That wasn't what they wanted. They wanted him to be in control. To take control.

Seeing Dylan kneeling there, looking up at him, covering in his cum he felt...powerful. He felt...like a Master. He reached down and grabbed her tits. Her huge, impossibly large tits. He pawed at them and felt all his stress and worry vanish.

He grabbed her by the choker and pulled her gently to her feet, "Who owns you?" He asked.

"You do."

"That's right. I am your Master." He said sternly, "You belong to me." He slapped her ass and spun her around, "Get on the bed."

He positioned himself behind her and entered her without warning. She was soaking wet and he slid in easily, "Oh yes!" She cried out. "I'm yours!"

Nat looked at the key in his hands. Why had Oliver left it up to him? That jerk. He just didn't want to be responsible. He had two women throwing themselves at him and he needed Nat to look after one while he dealt with the other? What an asshole. He expected Nat to be so **** for his own orgasm that he'd forgive Lina and go take care of her for him. Nat wasn't just speculating, he'd seen it with his appraising eyes.

Well Nat might not be able to masturbate, but he wasn't some kind of pervert that couldn't go without touching himself all the time. He had self control. Mostly.

"Oh God!" The words **** themselves out of his mouth. He could feel it. Eliza. Her tongue was dancing around Rachel's clit. Which meant it might as well be dancing around his too.

Fuck. He couldn't take it. He burst out of his room and stared at Lina's door. He held the key in his hand. He squeezed it hard. All he had to do...

Nat hurried across the living room and grab a door handle. He opened it and burst in, "I can't stand it anymore," He said, "Please...don't leave me out..."

Rachel smirked at him, "You? Never," She purred. He felt his pussy twitch in response to her seductive voice, "Come here darling. Oh, and lose the clothes."

Nat started unbuttoning his shirt and to his surprise Eliza came over and starting helping him out of his skirt. He turned to face her but suddenly she leaned in and kissed him. He was too startled to kiss her back, "Wha-"

Eliza backed off and blushed, "For Rachel," She kissed him again, "Put on a show. For her." Eliza kissed him again and this time he kissed back. Rachel gave a whoop and leaned back on the bed, her hand between her legs slowly rubbing herself as she watched.

Nat whimpered. Between Eliza playing with her new, supersensitive body and Rachel playing with her own he was already ready to cum. Eliza noticed and broke off the kiss, "You want permission?"

He nodded, "Yes, please."

Eliza walked over to the dresser and picked up a permanent marker. She walked back to him and held it out, "One orgasm per cup size. How big do you want to go?"

"I..."

"Write it yourself." Eliza said.

"Oh Eliza, yes!" Rachel said, "Well tiny tits? What will it be? If you stay that small you won't be able to resist me."

Nat gulped and took the marker from Eliza. He hesitated a moment then wrote. Instantly his chest swelled. He felt a huge weight on his chest as they grew and grew and grew.

Rachel laughed, "Well done. I approve."

Eliza winked, "That's worth 8 orgasms. Bold choice. Eliza respects that."

Nat felt uncomfortable with his new tits, but only for a moment. Truthfully he was too horny to care about them right now. He just needed to cum. He looked past Eliza to Rachel, "You know you can't say no to me now, hmm? Well it might be more fun if you at least try to resist. So here's what we're going to do..."

It was going to be a long, sleepless night for sure.

Lina waited. And waited. And waited.

No one came.

She was **** for attention. **** for an orgasm.

Those bitches.

Dylan was with HER master. Getting what Lina herself deserved.

The lesbians were doing lesbian things. Sharing pleasure between them when they should be giving it to a man.

The half-man was probably cowering in his room. Too timid to come and dominate Lina like a real man would.

Eventually Lina fell asleep, deeply unsatisfied. She did reflect that it was somewhat her fault, that she deserved such treatment. However instead of concluding that she ought to change how she treated other women she instead realized she had to hide her contempt for them a little better. She might know the true role of women in the world, but her Master was soft hearted and would judge her harshly if she really let loose her misogyny. As long as she didn't go overboard with the IQ loss she was confident she could put on an appropriate act. Starting tomorrow she would be a whole new Lina, at least on the surface.