Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins

by Candace Smith

  As Chayton sensed her acceptance, he put his hands on her hips and started rocking her gently up and down his shaft. Ayden’s hands joined beside his Master’s as he moved to the sensual rhythm. Alyssa was pulled up off Chayton as Ayden filled her, then he would glide out as she sank down onto the Master.

  She felt the heat of passion rising and wanted Chayton’s cock deep within her to ride out the wave of her climax. The pain from Ayden’s thrusts had diminished, and she felt an erotic desire for his plunging member as it matched the pleasure in her core.

  Chayton’s grip tightened as he pulled her against him and Ayden thrust deeply as all three ripped through an orgasmic high. Alyssa’s muscles pulsed, gripping their shafts as she milked both cocks inside her. Ayden collapsed on top of her while they panted. “I can’t breathe,” she muffled against Chayton’s chest. “Ayden, I can’t breathe.” She tried to roll him off.

  “Ayden, you’re crushing your little twin,” Chayton chuckled.

  Ayden was delirious, still feeling her pulsing around him. Chayton’s voice finally broke through and he rolled off her immediately. “Oh, god. Are you okay, Alyssa? I’m so sorry.”

  Chayton’s soft manhood was still inside her and she rubbed her hips against him. “I’m all right, now. You were like dead weight on me. I couldn’t get any air.” Reluctantly, she rolled to Chayton’s other side, exhausted.

  Chayton saw the frown lines creasing her forehead. “Don’t question so much, just feel and enjoy. Give me a kiss good night.”

  Alyssa met his lips, and then Chayton turned to kiss Ayden. He wrapped an arm around each of his twins and watched them fall asleep, finally feeling complete.

  CHAPTER XII. THE PREVIEW PARTY

  The summer passed quickly and the ponies were adjusted to their routine. Between the harsh racing exercises and sex with their trainers and groomers, they were too tired and displaced to fight. Sex with the groomers was re-payment for their soothing massages and attentions, and sex with the trainers was adoration. If they failed to perform well on the track, they spent a lonely night in their stall, without even the comfort of their own hands.

  If they had done really well, the trainers would let the ponies run around the arena together without their harnesses, and the ponies would have mock races together. They had gotten used to each others’ contorted smiles and had even seen a couple of the experienced ponies from a distance in the regular stable. With their limited contact with only their stable mates, trainers and groomers, and nothing but their pony life to concentrate on, the terrible transformations merely registered as an annoyance when they had an itch and had to content themselves with rubbing on something to alleviate it.

  One afternoon while the girls were running free races, Diablo winked at Arturo and said loudly, “They’re not very fast.”

  Arturo shook his head sadly and followed with, “They’ll probably end up pulling plows.”

  The ponies turned and glared. “You’re in trouble now, boys,” Antonio chuckled.

  The three ponies walked over to the trainers and started pawing the ground with their booted feet. “Hey, it’s just an observation.” Diablo smiled at Copper’s narrowed eyes and she responded by pawing furiously.

  He got up and she stood her ground. He reached out and she backed up a step, looking nervously at Misty and Pretty Baby. Oh, shit, she thought, as she noticed they had both moved next to their trainers. Diablo pulled out his whip and said, “Let’s see just how fast you are.” Copper turned to bolt as the whip flicked out and stung her bottom. She squealed and ran, and the trainer chased after her, but she could tell he was purposely letting the whip fall short.

  When they made it around to the others, he collapsed laughing. “All right, Copper, stop. You’re fast enough. You’re the best.” She slowed down, walking out the run automatically. She came up to him with her silly grin and he stood up to offer her some water. Her heart melted when he smiled at her.

  Copper decided she could adapt to her life as a pony, if Diablo was with her. The only time she felt uncomfortable was when the Master brought Alyssa to watch, because her perfect looks remained unchanged. If anything, she was even prettier paired with the blonde man. Copper would not want to trade places with her, though. The thought of being with the Master scared all the ponies, and they felt sorry for their former teammate.

  “Position,” Antonio ordered. The ponies lined up, legs spread shoulder width apart and eyes straight ahead. The high collars made it impossible to look down. They were left on all the time now, except for grooming. “Tomorrow is the Preview Party and our estate is hosting this year. You will have a light schedule in the morning and the rest of the day will be spent on grooming and positions. Tomorrow night is your debut. You won’t be performing. The Masters of the other estates will come to inspect you and you will be lined up with the existing racers. Do not disappoint me,” he finished.

  Antonio saw the nervous look in their eyes. “None of you are being sold.” He gave an uncharacteristic grin, which had Pretty Baby leaking desire. “We’re showing you off and we want you to look well trained, confident and intimidating.” The ponies were determined to do their best to make their trainers proud.

  The groomers and stable hands had spent the week making sure all the gear was shining and polished. Everything was put away neatly and the ponies’ stalls were cleaned. As they were led back to them, they noticed new plaques proclaiming their names and their trainers over the doors, and the sign of ownership made them feel better.

  In the house, finishing touches were being made. Everyone had been dusting and cleaning. Terrant and Helo had polished all the marble floors, Alyssa and Ayden cleaned the living room and office, and Brazil and Ramone took the recreation room. The cook and serving girl had the dining room and kitchen spotless.

  At dinner that night, Chayton placed a box by each of the slaves’ plates. They waited quietly through dinner, glancing at them with anticipation. As the dishes were cleared, Chayton told them they could open the packages. Inside were new leather collars and cuffs bearing Chayton’s initial and the estate brand in Black Hills gold. There were also tight black leather pants, and the slaves were ecstatic.

  “Tomorrow night is formal and Helo will tell you your posts. Remember positions, boys,” Chayton ordered.

  “Yes, Master. Thank you,” they said in unison.

  “Ayden, take Alyssa out by the pool. I’ll join you shortly.” Chayton rose from the table.

  Alyssa had been trying to get information about the party from Ayden for the past two days. Tonight was her last chance, and now the Master would be there. “Why were the guys so happy?” she asked.

  Ayden answered, “He gave them new collars. It means none of them are going to be auctioned this year.”

  “Does he send many away?” Alyssa had not let it completely sink in that they were property.

  “He’s let girls go before, but I’ve only seen him sell one guy in the two years I’ve been here.” Ayden was intentionally vague. He did not want to discuss Rene.

  Chayton was heading to their table and the twins stood in position. “You may sit.” The serving girl approached with three glasses of red wine. Alyssa only had the brandy-doctored tea since the spiked champagne in the limo, and was nervous at the implications. “To the Preview,” Chayton toasted, and he noticed Alyssa’s wariness. “Here.” He traded glasses with her. “No tricks.” She smiled and sipped the wine.

  “I have new outfits for you both. I’ll give them to you before our guests arrive tomorrow evening. Ayden, fill her in about the Masters and the party. I expect you to remain by my side and in position unless I direct you otherwise,” he informed them.

  “Yes, Master,” the twins replied.

  “Alyssa, tomorrow we present our acquisitions from the summer. It’s sort of a bragging rights party, and it also gives us a chance to trade the slaves we’ve acquired that haven’t worked out before the off-island auction.” Chayton watched her closely. He decided to tel
l her about her teammate tonight, so she would have all day tomorrow to adjust to the information.

  Alyssa looked up alarmed. So this is why he gave me the wine, she thought. “Are you going to trade me, Master?” her eyes filled with tears. The thought of starting over with a new Master terrified her. “Please, I’ll try harder. I know I’m still a little clumsy getting up. I’ll work on it all day, I promise.”

  Chayton shook his head and chuckled. “Alyssa, hush. Of course I’m not trading you, my little love.” He pulled her chin forward for a brief kiss and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, knowing she found this comforting. “I am going to try to trade Rene, however. I’m not sure it will be possible, but it would be better for her than sending her off-island.”

  “Where has she been? I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Alyssa felt guilty. The only time she thought about her missing friend was when she saw Helo or Terrant.

  “Don’t you worry about that. I didn’t want you surprised when you see her tomorrow night. Alyssa, you must stay in position and behave. I will punish you if you cause a scene. Do you understand?” His dark eyes flickered with desire.

  She had not been brought to the dungeon in over a week and, ironically, she missed it. He always pushed her to her limits while Ayden was challenged to pleasure her. Lately, he seemed to be enjoying tying her up in bed at night, and she decided that was fun, too.

  “I understand, Master. Thank you for trying to keep her on the island,” Alyssa said sadly. There was no way for her to hide the unhappiness she felt for her friend.

  They finished their wine and headed to the bedrooms. Ayden and Alyssa washed up, and then stripped and sat on the window seat so Ayden could brush her hair. They knew the Master was standing at the door watching them as was becoming his custom, and after several minutes, they heard, “Twins,” in his familiar deep voice. They headed into the other room and knelt by the bed.

  “I have a few final preparations for the party to go over. Alyssa, prepare Ayden,” he ordered.

  Alyssa bent over Ayden’s flaccid penis and started licking and sucking the hardening member. She felt him tense, and her own answering desire had her wet and aroused. Ayden stiffened quickly as her mouth captured his manhood. When Ayden was erect, she licked the glistening drop escaping from the tip of his velvet head and straightened.

  “Turn around and mount him,” Chayton ordered.

  Alyssa spread her legs outside Ayden’s lean thighs and rested back against his strong chest. She slid his shaft along her slick folds, coating him with her juices before sinking slowly on his erect shaft. Having him fill her this way did not hurt any more, but her pussy clasped in emptiness and she hoped Chayton would be joining them. Instead, Chayton secured her wrists behind Ayden’s back and Ayden’s wrists were latched together on her belly. He rested his chin lightly on the top of her head, and they knelt connected, Alyssa on Ayden’s lap, awaiting their Master’s next order.

  “Alyssa, I want you to keep Ayden hard, but if either one of you cum, Alyssa will be punished.” Alyssa frowned. With her thighs spread and arms held tightly behind Ayden’s back, she was unable to slide up and down the embedded rod.

  “Trust me, just tighten your muscles if you feel me soften,” Ayden whispered. “The harder problem is going to be not cumming. You feel so good, Alyssa,” Ayden sighed.

  Chayton watched the twins choreograph their moves to his order, and was pleased to see moisture between Alyssa’s spread thighs. He watched her pink folds pulse a tightening contraction and Ayden’s ass clench in response to the gripping muscles on his straining shaft, and stroked his own erection. He sat in the chair with his lists, reviewing what would need to be done tomorrow.

  Chayton glanced at the twins when he heard their breathing change. Ayden’s head was now resting on Alyssa’s shoulder, nuzzling her neck, and her head was tilted against his, her eyes closed and lips parted slightly. Chayton watched the look of desire on her face as her chest rose in light pants of concentration, and he decided to have them kneel like this at the party. His friends would be more aroused at the sight of his twins than any other entertainment of the evening. Chayton smiled and made a note on one of the lists.

  He looked back at Alyssa. Her natural shyness still caused a blush to spread along her cheeks when she was taught something new or performed in front of others. The look of distress always turned to the portrait of desire he saw now. She was a passionate woman and he watched her bottom lip start to quiver. He admired the light sheen of sweat on the twins beautiful bodies. “Ayden, you’re still stiff?”

  “Yes, Master.” Ayden was gritting his teeth, trying not to climax as Alyssa started milking him with her muscles, while her empty channel tightened, desperate to be filled. Ayden whispered for her to slow down, but she was lost in her own passion.

  Chayton could see how close they both were to orgasm and he smiled at their shared misery. This was almost as arousing as punishing her. That would come later, because he knew they would explode before he gave them permission.

  Alyssa was gently rocking against Ayden while her cream began flowing with more urgency. “Alyssa, slow down,” Ayden begged. His pulsing erection was close to erupting. “Please, Alyssa. Concentrate.” She rubbed her head against his and he knew they were doomed.

  Chayton put down his finished work as he heard Alyssa’s panting begin the telltale shiver of her impending climax. Bemused, he noticed Ayden had given up trying to control her, his bound hands were between her legs sliding along her soaked folds.

  “Aahh. Oh, god. Oh, Ayden. Yesss,” she gasped as her thighs spasmed and squeezed.

  “Alyssa, aahhrrgh.” Ayden groaned as the cheeks of his ass clenched and he thrust up into her in release. As usual, he collapsed against her. Alyssa had learned that Ayden’s orgasms were so strong that he was weak afterwards. He was always like this, and she patiently bore his weight while her own shudders subsided. His strength returned and he straightened up off her.

  Alyssa risked looking up, and saw the Master smiling at her. “I think we’re in trouble,” she whispered to her twin.

  Chayton did not want Alyssa marked before the party, so he punished her by having Ayden take her again when they were in bed, as he slid his own engorged flesh within Ayden. Alyssa’s pussy was again empty, but Ayden used his fingers to stroke her to orgasm. Alyssa had learned the Master’s punishments were a two edged sword. He always ensured pleasure with her pain or denial, and she anticipated the tortures.

  They collapsed into the Master’s strong arms and he kissed them as always, gazing at them lovingly until their breathing deepened in sleep. He had spent months wishing for this peaceful scene, and tightened his strong arm around Alyssa in appreciation.

  Alyssa was dreaming of her two lovers. They were in a room making love. They finished and dressed in nice clothes. In her dream, it did not seem odd to wear the long silk dress and heals. They walked out into a hall and got on an elevator, and when the door opened Helo was waiting for them. His white smile flashed on his ebony face as he led them to a table. Lights came up, and she saw Sandi, naked and bound next to a roulette wheel. She looked around the casino floor at the other faceless gamblers. The wheel turned with Sandi as the prize.

  Chayton had felt her stiffen as the nightmare took hold. She was softly thrashing under the covers and her head began shaking back and forth in denial. “Wake up. Alyssa, wake up, little one.” Alyssa bolted upright and gasped. Chayton pulled her back down. “What’s wrong? What has you so upset?” he kissed her affectionately.

  “I don’t remember. It was something about a casino and Sandi,” she was trembling.

  “Alyssa, don’t worry about Rene. You have Ayden and me to watch out for you,” he said quietly as he stroked her back, and she curled further onto his chest. “It will be easier when she’s gone,” the Master whispered. Alyssa felt her eyes closing towards sleep again, safe in her Master’s embrace.

  The trainers came to the house in the afternoon. The si
newy bronze muscles of their bare chests complimented their light tan leather pants and black boots, and they had their crops and coiled whips attached to their belts. Alyssa thought they looked magnificent, though intimidating, as she peeked out from behind Chayton.

  She was still dressed in her corset, anxiously wondering what the Master had planned for her to wear for the guests. “Our visitors’ hitching posts have been planted out back on the grass between the airstrip and the pool,” Chayton was saying. “I want Pretty Baby on the end near the lights so Preston will get a good look at her. I’ve heard he’s bringing Sundown to try to intimidate her. Make sure she’s prepared, Antonio. I don’t want her showing any sign of fear.”

  “She’ll be ready. Chayton, I really think she’s going to take her. I moved her to the racing surrey last week and she flies. She was born to this,” Antonio replied.

  “Don’t let Max get to you, either,” Chayton said.

  “Max knows I’m better. He couldn’t take me in Kentucky and he won’t get to me here. I’m going to downplay how well Baby’s doing, though. No use putting all our cards on the table this early,” Antonio winked.

  “Bring them over around four,” Chayton finished.

  Over the past few months, Alyssa had learned Paige was Pretty Baby. She had watched her teammate’s strong legs pull the cart in the arena and she hoped she would be there to see the other pony’s face when she met her adversary. Paige was calculating and unforgiving in competition.

  A stage had been set up by the pool for the slave trading, and it made Alyssa nervous whenever Ayden brought her past it. She pictured Sandi standing alone, dismissed from the estate her friends were at, for a failure she did not understand.

  “Let’s get you two ready.” Chayton led them back to their rooms.