Matching butt plugs for me and my mom

He raises his hand, and my eyes widen when I see the glint of metal. In his palm, rests a pair of matching butt plugs, one slightly larger than the other. The sight of them sends a wave of dread washing over me. These aren't just any butt plugs; they're a declaration of his ownership over us both.

"You're going to wear this one," he says, holding up the smaller one. "It's a reminder of who you belong to."

On the plug is his initial, 'D', a cruel branding that makes my skin crawl. He presses the cold metal against my anus, and I flinch. He doesn't miss a beat, pushing it in with a sickening pop. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to fall.

"Now, for your mom's," he says, holding up the larger one.

He slides open the door as she looks at me I look at her. She can't believe how her son is looking. She's torn between disgust and fascination.

Her eyes are wide, her pupils dilated, as she takes in the sight of me, kneeling on the balcony with a butt plug lodged inside me, a symbol of his dominance. She's dressed in a flimsy negligee, her hair a tangled mess from his rough handling. Her own plug, slightly larger and with an 'M' for Mommy, is in his hand.

He order her. "Come here," he says, his voice thick with lust. "It's time for you to claim your prize. Without your weak DNA in your son. I weren't able to ruin him like i have."

My mother hesitates, her eyes darting between us, the fear and disgust warring on her face. But the promise of his power, the sickening thrill of his control, is too much for her to resist. She walks over to us, her hips swaying with a **** seductiveness that makes my stomach turn.

He guides her in front of me, placing the larger plug at her entrance. "Beg him," he whispers to her, his hand caressing her cheek. "Beg him to watch as you take it like the whore you are."

Her voice is shaky, but she does as he says. "Please, son," she whispers, her eyes never leaving mine. "Watch me take Daddy's plug."

I nod, unable to find my voice, as she lowers herself onto the cold, unforgiving metal. The sight of her doing this for him, for us to be humiliated together, is almost too much to handle. But I know if I don't play along, if I don't submit, the consequences will be dire.

With a pained expression, she starts to impale herself on the plug, her body visibly tensing with every inch that disappears into her. It's a gruesome dance, one that fills me with a mix of pity and horror. His hand is on her back, pushing her down, making sure she takes it all.

He watches us both with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with malicious triumph. "Good boy," he murmurs as my mother gasps, taking the entire plug. "Now, hold her hands while she gets used to it."

I take her trembling hands in mine, feeling the cold sweat that coats her palms. She looks at me, a silent plea in her eyes, but all I can do is nod, my own body shaking with the effort to keep still. The plugs inside us feel like a declaration of his victory, a constant reminder of our submission to his twisted games.

As she adjusts to the intrusion, his grip on my neck tightens. "You're going to keep that in all night," he says, his voice a harsh whisper. "And tomorrow, you'll both wear them in public, so everyone knows who you really are."

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