6TAD Chapter 1134: Alan's pain and pleasure (Patreon)

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Then the light was turned off, which plunged the room into near-total darkness. The music also came to an abrupt halt.

Alan could see, or sense, shapes moving around the room, but  he had no idea what was going on. He assumed that no one would tell him  what was happening if he tried to ask, so he didn't bother. He realized  that whatever secretiveness there might be was for his benefit so he  could have another pleasant surprise.

It had only been a minute or so since Amy and Akami had been  stroking him, but his dick didn't get much of a chance to rest. In the  darkness, he felt the presence of Susan and Suzanne on either side of  him.

Susan whispered very quietly, "Son, how does it feel to be  master of a harem? Pretty good, huh? My son! You've tamed so many busty  and beautiful women! It makes me SO HOT!" The glee was so evident in her  voice that it seemed she was enjoying things even more than he was.  "It's very important that you don't cum just yet, so hold on a little  longer please."

The two mothers worked together to pull his shirt off.  (Suzanne had been naked already from her poker victories, and Susan had  likewise shucked whatever clothes she still had on.) Then they greedily  attacked his crotch with their hands.

He'd been jacked off by his two mothers together or  separately so often that he could tell from the way their hands roamed  over his erection that they were the ones who had replaced Amy and  Akami. What he didn't know was why those two, or why now.

He thought, Mom thinks I have supernatural stamina. Sometimes cumming is out of my control! Like right now, almost. I'm so close!

Then the music came on again. It was "Good Vibrations" by the  Beach Boys: "I, I love the colorful clothes she wears / And the way the  sunlight plays upon her hair..."

Other sounds and movements slowly came to a halt. Then Amy's  voice was heard in the dark, sounding surprisingly loud and  authoritative. "Ladies and gentleman. Or should I say, my master and my  fellow harem nymphos, tonight is a very special night for one very lucky  lady. Yes, I'm speaking about Brenda Hunter. Alan, tonight is the night  that Brenda is to give herself to you."

His heart raced even faster as he pictured Brenda in his  mind. He didn't know what was coming, but he could tell it was going to  be great, and highly arousing. He thought it was nuts they expected him  to refrain from cumming through all of this.

Amy continued, "Now, I know that you've already fucked her,  and fucked her good. She wants to give herself in that way to you again,  but also give you so much more. It's not just that you've tamed her  with your cock, though of course you did that. What we're talking about  is a deeper giving of body and soul. She wants to be your slave, and the  Plummer family slave, in EVERY sense of the word."

Alan felt a tingle of excitement shoot from his cock straight  up his spine. With the way his two mothers were happily stroking his  shaft, he had to clench and strain not to cum. Just feeling their huge  bare breasts brushing against his legs was almost too much to take.

Amy continued, "She wants to pledge herself to serve you, to  serve your thick and always hard cock, and to serve the rest of your  family, for the rest of her life. Yep, you heard that right: for the  rest of her life!"

That got through the thick sex fog clouding Alan's mind. Seriously?!  No way! I still don't know her that well. How can she mean that?! And  what about Adrian?! But... WHOA! If that's true... WHOA!

Amy went on, "She's ready to make a very serious commitment,  much like a marriage, but in its own way maybe an even stronger and  deeper commitment than that. I know this is a surprise, but the rest of  us in the family have discussed it and decided there's no way you'd turn  down an offer like that from such a cute, bouncy, juicy, lusty, busty,  and all around sexy and fun woman. Did we guess correctly? Do you want  Brenda as your slave?"

Alan suddenly had an epiphany. Reminded by the song playing  in the background, his mind flashed back to a period some months before  when he'd been discovering the Beach Boys and getting into their music.  He remembered night after night of sitting at home, working on his  homework. His sex and love life was nearly non-existent back then,  consisting only of occasionally masturbating to fantasies about Glory or  Christine.

He thought, And now, the undeniable fact is I'm master of  my own loving harem and the most busty woman I've ever seen in my life  is offering herself to me as a slave! Life is an amazing thing! There's  absolutely no telling what may lie just around the corner!

He was so stunned by how much his life had changed for the  better, despite his exhaustion, that he felt overwhelmed to the point of  nearly passing out.

But at the same time, he realized that the words Amy was  speaking had been carefully thought out in advance, probably with the  input of Brenda and others, and that this was the start of a ceremony of  sorts. So gathered his wits together and did his best to treat the  occasion with a great seriousness. However, there was one issue that was  bothering him. He asked, "What about Adrian?"

Amy replied, "Ah, yes. We thought you'd ask that, and it's  good that you did. I have an answer on that I'm supposed to give.  Understand that Brenda is talking about a major commitment. She wants to  serve us every day, and she would, except for her son. We have made an  agreement to ensure she can spend many hours a day serving the Plummer  family as a maid and sex slave, and still have plenty of time to be with  Adrian when he's not in school. Since you have many women and Adrian  only has one mother, if he needs or wants her for any reason, including  sexually, that would come first. Is this acceptable to you, Master?"

He thought that through carefully, or at least as carefully  as he could while practically going crazy from so much mental and  physical stimulation. Wow! Brenda as my SLAVE?! Somehow, with her,  I'm guessing she's going to take that VERY seriously. But how can I turn  her down?! She's so sexy! So stacked! So... Brenda! The Adrian thing is  a problem, maybe an unsolvable one, but come on. Brenda is so  extraordinary, how could I say 'no' even with problems way trickier than  that?!

After a pause, he simply stated, "Yes."

"So do you take Brenda to be your slave, in every sense of the word?"

His heart was thumping like a hammer. Every nerve ending  seemed to be tingling. He knew this was a pivotal moment that would have  implications lasting decades. He sat up even straighter and formally  replied in a deep and commanding voice, "Yes. Yes, I do."

As soon as he said that, he heard a great gasp come from  where he guessed the kitchen was. He also thought he heard a bit of  sobbing. He nearly laughed, assuming correctly that those were the  sounds of Brenda being overwhelmed by emotion upon hearing his reply.  But he remembered the importance of this event for her and kept quiet.

He realized there were some pretty huge caveats regarding  Adrian, but that only sounded fair. Given his own incestuous  relationships, he could hardly keep Brenda and her son apart. The fact  that Suzanne and Susan were also currently jacking him off greatly  limited his ability to think deeply about the ramifications. But he  figured that if the rest of the family had discussed it and agreed to  it, it must be the right thing to do. Suzanne, especially, wouldn't do  anything rash or stupid. He had confidence she'd help find a way to make  the Adrian situation work out.

Amy continued with deep portent, "So shall it be. Master,  fellow nymphos, I give you the newest member of the Plummer family  harem: Brenda Hunter!"

Everyone clapped enthusiastically (except for Susan and  Suzanne, who were keeping their hands busy in Alan's crotch). The lights  came on while the Beach Boys sang, "Good, good, good, good  vibrations..."

Brenda stepped forward from the kitchen into the dining room. She was crying tears of joy.

Naturally, Alan had seen Brenda in various states of undress  many times before, but he was nonetheless stunned by her appearance and  her beauty. She wore a provocative French maid outfit, in the typical  black with white frills and lace. As with all the other such outfits  she'd left in her closet back home, it left her breasts and shaved pussy  exposed. But the reason why she'd picked this one out from all of her  outfits was because it lifted her monstrously large breasts farther up  and out than any of the others. She looked like the epitome of a human  sex toy, but at the same time, her deep passions and emotions shone  through.

She stood for a moment, blushing and crying, totally  overwhelmed. She was trembling badly. She was so nervous that she was  cupping her pussy without realizing it. But still, anyone could see the  rivulets of cum were flowing so copiously from her nether lips that some  lines of cum had already made their way down past her knees.

She seemed uncertain at first, then dramatically rushed headlong at where Alan was sitting on the sofa, crying, "Master!"

Since Alan was sitting and Brenda was standing, her big, bare  tits ended up enveloping his face as she clung to him for dear life.  Somehow, he found that very appropriate.

With Brenda's giant pillows doing their best to nearly  suffocate him, she gushed, "Master? Master Alan? Do you really mean it?  Do you want me to be your slave for ever and ever? Your complete and  utter slave? Your property? Heart and mind, body and soul?"

"You know I do," he replied seriously, even though his voice  was somewhat comically muffled. He was straining extra hard not to cum.  He couldn't believe his mothers hadn't stopped jacking him off yet - it  was like they were determined to make him cum at a very inopportune  time.

"You know what my vision of the future is, Master? Your pussy  tamer in my slit, pounding me and controlling me forever and ever.  Taming me. Ruling me! That's my vision of pure bliss!"

Alan at first didn't think anything special about those  words, but then he sat up with a start. "Wait a minute. Is that a  reference to George Orwell's book '1984?' You know the end with the  image of a boot kicking a face forever and ever?"

She giggled through her tears of happiness. "Yep. Just  because I'm stacked doesn't mean I can't read. Since I don't have a job,  I read a lot. I'm a big Orwell fan, and a science fiction fan, too. In  fact, 'Dune' is my favorite book of all time."

"Wow. 'Dune?' You? That's pretty random. I love that book." He thought, She's  into classic rock AND sci-fi. I like her taste! Which I guess is pretty  important considering that we're agreeing to be tied together for  decades to come. WHOA!

He said, "That Orwell thing is kind of an odd metaphor at a  time like this, but I guess it works. You know, we need to get to know  each other a lot better out of bed, not just in it."

He heard muffled chuckles coming from around him. He realized  that in the middle of being offered a sex slave, and with his face  enveloped by her heaving boobs, he was having a full-on nerd moment. So  he tried to get back on track to stop the snickers. "But the question  is, why do you offer yourself like this to me?"

Still crying, she answered, "Master, I love you so much! The  way I express my love is through submission and devotion. I know some  people would find that strange, but that's who I am. Because I love you  totally, I give myself to you totally! I want to spend every single day  pleasing you, serving you. Pleasuring your cock in every possible way!  Do you want me? Do you want my love? My body? My heart?"

"I do." His head was still encased in her fluffy mountains.  Inwardly, he was wondering why a woman who was obviously smart and  wealthy would want nothing more in life that to be a maid and sex slave.  He figured there was more to that mystery that he didn't yet  understand, but now was not the time to spoil the mood by asking lots of  probing questions about it.

He knew it might tarnish the moment, but despite what Amy had  said, he had to ask, "What about Adrian? I still don't see how that'll  work."

"I love my son so very much! And yes, I hope to be fucking  him soon. But he's so different from you. He's just not the naturally  superior master type. So while I'll eagerly fuck him as a good mommy  should, he could never own me, never be my master. To me, you are my  Master Alan with a capital M, and will be forever! You unlocked my true  nature, and fully tamed me. I will always be Adrian's mother, but never  will be his slave. I will always be YOUR slave! Does that make sense?"

"It does. But what does 'slave' mean to you?"

"What everyone thinks it means. A SLAVE! Just like from the  pre-Civil War days. You OWN me! In every possible meaning of the word! I  must obey ANY order you give me! I'm YOURS! You sex toy, your fuck pet,  whatever you want me to be! When I'm not with Adrian, taking care of my  motherly duties, my only purpose is to serve you and make you happy.  Chain me and beat me if you must."

She added with a hint of worry, "Only, you could never sell  me, because I can only be YOUR slave, forever and ever! I'm emotionally  bonded to you and you alone! Even if you rejected me here today, I would  still be your slave in my heart, because I feel so strongly about it.  It just... IS!"

He thought, Wow, that's pretty intense! I wonder what led her to all that?!

Brenda suddenly dropped to her knees. Her attention  inexorably focused on Alan's rigid cock and Susan and Suzanne's hands  still sloshing frantically all over it.

Brenda watched the rhythm of two hands, each from different  mothers, pistoning up and down in Alan's crotch for a few moments. Then  she looked at each of the mothers in the eye in turn and said, "Mistress  Susan? Mistress Suzanne? Thank you for tending my master's cock  tonight. Will you allow me, your humble slave and loving servant, to  share in the joy of pleasuring it?"

They said, in unison, "We do."

Then Brenda stood up and walked to the dining room table  where most of the others were standing or sitting. "And Mistress  Katherine? Mistress Amy? Will you also allow me to share in the bounty  of our master's cock and all of his glorious cum?"

"We do," they both replied.

Alan found the whole thing kind of absurd. Everybody's so serious. So solemn. You'd think we're in church or something, but everybody's naked and taking turns on my cock!

Suzanne then got up and stood back, giving Alan's stiff pole  completely to Susan for the moment. Susan put her lips on her son's  erection and sucked on it for a minute or so. She seemed determined to  make him cum before Brenda could get a chance to touch it.

It took all of Alan's self-control not to lose a big load  right there. He knew that would be a big disaster from Brenda's point of  view. He'd experienced so much incredible stimulation already,  especially from Amy and Akami, that normally he would have cum long ago.  But he was worried that if he came, he might not get hard again or his  penis would be too sore, so he was prolonging his erection with every  self-control trick he knew.

He was forced to whisper to Susan, "Please! Take it easy! I'm so close that it's crazy!"

She did back off some. She made long passes down his shaft,  as far as she could go without deep throating. But while it looked  impressive, it wasn't as stimulating as if she focused on his sensitive  spot, which she usually did.

He was able to breathe a sigh of relief, even though he kept  up with his rhythmic PC muscle clenching. He was so happy that it seemed  he was floating on clouds, and all the ego boosting "master" talk was  making him even more giddy.

While Susan was on her knees happily licking and sucking  away, Suzanne had been running her hands all over him and encouraging  him to play with her ass.

The others, except Amy and Brenda standing nearby, remained  in their seats and appeared to be making good use of the chair dildos  while they watched the cocksucking.

He was amused watching all of them subtly bounce up and down in the chairs.

Susan had never quite mastered deep throating, and her  control over her gag reflex was imperfect, but she was getting quite  close as her head repeatedly made deep bobs on her son's erection.

Suzanne whispered in his ear, "I'll bet you're wondering why,  at this big moment for Brenda, Susan is sucking your cock instead."

He nodded. He was panting too hard to talk.

"We're reminding her that serving you requires a lot of sharing, which means patiently waiting. We're putting her in her place!"

He looked up to Brenda. She was writhing in place, seemingly dying of frustration.

Suzanne whispered a bit more, "Trust me, she loves being  denied like this. It's part of her slave mentality. You'll come to  understand in time."

After another minute of Susan's loud and lusty sucking, Susan and Suzanne switched places.

Suzanne did the exact same thing Susan was doing, except that she knew even more tricks with her tongue and lips.

Now it was Susan's turn to languidly run her hands over Alan's muscular chest and legs while Alan fondled and teased her ass.

Even though Suzanne was also trying to take it relatively  easy on him, he couldn't hold out any longer - it was simply all too  much stimulation to take. Nobody could withstand such pleasure forever.

He heard Kim scream out, "Oh good Gaawwwd! YES!" as she obviously reached an orgasm of her own.

That didn't help his self-control in the slightest. He groaned and felt his balls tightening up. Oh no! Oh nooooo! Not now!

But Suzanne sensed this. She quickly grabbed the base of his shaft and squeezed tight. She hissed quietly, "Don't do it!"

Alan thought, God DAMN! It hurts, but it hurts soooo good! His urge to cum went from overwhelming back to barely tolerable.

Then Suzanne, smirking and very pleased with herself, let go of him.

Brenda looked like she would do anything in the world to  touch Alan's erection. Her eyes sparkled with an almost desperate  desire. She had come closer and closer, drawn like a moth to a flame,  until she was standing as close to him as she could get.

But instead of reaching out to his hardness, she placed both  hands behind her back. Sitting up on her heels, she thrust her chest out  and dropped her eyes down. "Master, your slave is at your command. Is  there any way I can please you? Would you, perhaps, want to fill one of  my holes with your sweet and precious cum?" Her tone was suddenly shy,  as if she was worried he would reject her.

Alan could feel his "bad" side getting stronger. He felt very  happy and aroused, but also intensely possessive. He wanted to fuck  each and every one of his women so good and so hard that they'd never  forget it for as long as they lived. But most of all, he wanted to make  Brenda scream like a banshee and rejoice in her decision to become his  slave. 'Good Vibrations' was getting near the end and the Beach Boys  were happily singing, "Na na na na na, na na na..." which seemed  completely incongruous to his mood. But he didn't care.

He stood up, walked to the table, and swiped it clear. Cards,  glasses, snacks, cake - everything went flying. He was careful, at  least, to make sure no one was in the way. Luckily, too, there was no  wine bottle on the table and the glasses were made of plastic. Then he  dramatically yanked at the table cloth and sent the rest crashing to the  floor.