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His dark hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, wrenching your head back so you're staring straight up at the ceiling. "Look at her," Garvin barked, pushing your face back down into her pussy, "Look at how much she's enjoying this." Ashley's eyes locked onto yours, a smug smile playing on her lips as she watched you clean her up, a look of triumph in her gaze that said she knew you were nothing but a pathetic, caged animal.

Her thighs quivered around your face, and you could feel her pussy tightening as you worked your tongue. She was getting off on this, on your degradation, and it only served to fuel her desire for more. Garvin's cock slid down your back, smearing your skin with the remnants of their earlier pleasure, a sticky reminder of his dominance.

You licked and sucked, trying to ignore the pain in your jaw and the ache in your trapped cock, focusing instead on the task at hand. With each pass of your tongue, you could feel her getting closer to the edge, her moans growing louder, more ****. And all the while, Garvin's hand remained in your hair, keeping you in place, a silent reminder that you were nothing but a tool for their amusement.

Finally, with a cry that seemed to echo through the room, Ashley came again, her pussy clenching around your tongue as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Garvin pulled you away, your face slick with her cum, and shoved his cock back into your mouth. "Now, who's the boss?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

As you struggle to breathe around his thickness, he starts to fuck your mouth, the taste of her orgasm still strong on your tongue. Ashley giggles, watching the scene with a wicked smile as she runs her fingers through her wet hair, her chest heaving. You're nothing but a toy to them, a plaything to be used and discarded at their whim.

"Look at him," Garvin says to her, his eyes never leaving yours, "so ****, so pathetic. He's loving every second of this, aren't you?" He winks at you, and you know he's right. Despite the humiliation, your cock is straining against the confines of the cage, begging to be free.

She touch the cage of your cock with her foot. You feel the heat and pressure from her toes pressing into the metal, and the anticipation of what's to come sends a shiver down your spine. "Look at how hard you are for us," she coos, her voice a mockery of sweetness as your fully limp useless. "You're so pathetic."

Garvin chuckles, pulling his cock from your mouth with a wet pop. "Yeah," he agrees, "you're nothing but a little bitch in a cage." He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back so you're looking at the ceiling again. "You like watching me fuck your little crush, don't you?"

The truth of his words cuts deep, and you can't deny the perverse thrill that runs through you as you nod. You're their plaything, their little experiment in dominance and submission. They can do whatever they want with you, and you're powerless to stop it.

You answer with a muffled groan as Garvin's cock slides back into your mouth, his grip on your hair tightening. The taste of their combined cum is overpowering, mixing with your saliva to create a thick, sticky paste that coats the back of your throat. You try to resist, to push him away, but your body betrays you. The sensation of his thick shaft sliding against your tongue is too much, and you find yourself bobbing your head, eager for more of the humiliation he so readily provides.