Owen Evans

Pm: Sir…You’re gonna make me cry. I mean, doesn’t seem to take much these days. Did you see the commercial with the puppy!? I cry every time. Sir! Oh my gosh stop it! I mean, it’s been so many weeks I definitely would love to cum for you both. Thank you, Sir. I love you for this.

PM: Thank you, Sir :) No, you’ve both been very generous about your love for me, and I love you both so much. SIR! ohmygosh I’m blushing so much. Master ordered me to your bed tonight, so maybe a second round? lol. I’ve been feeling better by lunch time, but I should still get this figured out. I don’t wanna miss anything. 

PM: Loving you isn’t us being generous, babe. It’s like, the easiest thing in the world to do. You’re super lovable and we’re super lucky to get to love you. Aww, adorable. Even after all this time, you still get all flustered when you think about Sam and I teasing you until you’re a moaning, desperate, pretty little mess. I think another round is definitely in the works, but he’s feeling nice tonight so maybe, just maybe, you’ll get to cum. No yeah, we’ll get this all sorted, for sure.

PM: Oh I know, but I still need to ask, Sir. For my own peace of mind. I’m sure it’s nothing, and it usually subsides around lunch time, but just seems to be hanging on a little too long for my liking. Yeah, they have an opening this afternoon, if that’s not too much trouble, sir? 

PM: You’re a good girl for doing so. It’ll help our peace of mind too, babe. I don’t need to tell you how important you are to Sam and I. At least...I hope I don’t, especially after the other night before you didn’t feel well. ;) It’s no trouble at all! The sooner we get you feeling 100%, the better.

PM: Mister Owen? Do you think you could take me to get a check up? Master gave me permission to go - i just can’t kick this stomach bug. Pleeeeease? 

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PM: As if you even have to ask, beautiful. Of course! Besides the fact that I love you and hate the idea of you being uncomfortable, the House’ll fall apart without your brilliance keeping things in order. So, yeah. Let’s get you checked out ASAP.

Years went by and eventually they decided to move out of their apartment and take on a new, albeit risky business venture. With Owen brains and Sam’s brawn at the helm, they felt unstoppable. Sam, being the incredibly selfless person he was, never felt satisfied accumulating wealth without putting it towards the greater good - and Owen concurred. So, they hatched a plan. There was a Holiday Inn that was going out of business and in desperate need of repairs. Given the discounted price and the possibilities, Owen suggested they take a leap of faith and buy the property. With Sam’s name on the dotted line, they assumed possession of the run-down hotel and began to work their magic.

It was hard work, but eventually they were up and running. There was just one thing left: slaves.

Yes, slaves.

Sam and Owen wanted to make a difference. They wanted to change the landscape of their fucked up world as much as they could, being only two people. To do that, they decided to convert that run-down Holiday Inn into a safe house called The Evans House. 

Slowly but surely, Sam accumulated slaves; a few of which they knew well; Archer Clarington, Violet Cooper and Danny Andrews. All in all, Sam topped off his harem of slaves at about 20. They each had their own, lavish living quarters and were granted a bevy of freedoms within the safe house. Of course, even with Sam’s income, owning, feeding and providing for this many people on top of running and paying rent on the hotel was a massive, financial undertaking. So, Owen had the idea to put everyone to work.

A vast majority of the slaves were...sexually eager to say the least, so it made sense for most of them to serve as sexual slaves. The plan was for the safe-house to operate like a brothel of sorts. High-paying Dominant clients could book a stay and a slave of their choosing, or at the liberty of the hotel, given the kind of things that client enjoyed. The difference here was that the Evans House was staffed with ample security, all there to benefit the slaves. If a client overstepped, ignored a limit or anything else to make a slave uncomfortable, they were all at liberty to sound the alarm and the situation would be shut down. 

One might wonder; why would any Dominant spend so much money for a limited time with a slave under so many rules and regulations?

To Owen, the answer was simple, proved to be true and essentially flipped off the entire system. The slaves here were happier. And thus, the services were better and the clients enjoyed themselves more. Truthfully, unless a client was a complete monster who got off on the misery of their partner, dominating a willing, eager slave was bound to be more enjoyable than the alternative, especially when they got to enjoy all the amenities offered by the hotel, as well.

The government was hardly happy with them, of course - but their scope wasn’t quite big enough to derail the entire slave-system. Yet. Owen had plans to franchise out in the future, but for now, the project ran smoothly in it’s confined state.

Owen doubled as the head of the financial department, the front-desk person, and occasionally he assisted Sam and the slaves with the prospect of entertaining the clients. It was a busy life he led, but he felt perfectly purposeful and happy.

On top of everything, his other Dominant/boyfriend Hunter Clarington lived close by with his sister and his nieces and nephews. And it would soon appear there was even more good news on the horizon... 

Owen’s life was a lot of things, but dull was never on that list.

Anne hummed with delight when her lip was tugged, and nodded. “Pleased doesn’t even begin to cover it, kind sir. I haven’t felt like this in- God, I don’t even know how long, so thank you. I wish I could repay you somehow.” She fixed her dress down, squeezing her buttcheeks tight to stop the cum from falling down her thighs, for which she was thankful of wearing a really long dress that night. She looked at him also fixing himself up, his half spent but still deliciously looking cook being tucked inside his pants. “And twice in one night? That’s not something you get gifted with that often, sir.” She winked at him, then let her figertips toy with the buttons on his shirt. “Why would you do if I say you are most definitely on the top three list of the night?”

Artemis moved her hands away from the stud’s thighs not wanting him to even misunderstood that she wanted him to stop. No, no she only wanted him to continue. He was obviously very skilled because from the moment he took total control gripping her hair and angling her head just right. From there he snapped his hips in and out of her throat punishingly, perfectly so. She could feel wetness rolling from the tip of her caged, but soft cock. The pleasure transcended her cock. He pulled out even though she chased after his delicious length. When he spoke she looked up at him through her lashes and nodded. “Yes. Yes!” Her voice was hoarse from the use, but her need was clear. “Please!” 

Anne put both arms around the man’s neck, their lips trashing in an open, hard and messy battle, made even hotter with the force of his hips slamming her body down mercilessly. She could feel her own climax boiling under the surface, but she held it back right until the moment she felt his cock spilling its load inside of her, his cock twitching as he gave a couple more thrusts, and then she too let go with a strangled moan falling from her lips, her head tossed back as she laid underneath him, spent and happy, especially when she felt his cum dripping from her abused hole. She managed to gather some breath back and looked up at him with a loopside grin on her face, her hands caressing the curves of his chin as he hovered on top of her. “Indeed- It was” she said with a soft chuckle, then pulled him down for another kiss, while they both gave their bodies the seconds needed before they finally came down. “You were extraordinary” she told him when they finally managed tos it back up and pull themselves together as best as they could. “I trust this isn’t the only opportunity we will have of getting some more fun out of tonight, kind sir.”

She giggled and shrugged. “Maybe we’ll cross paths again and you can properly rip my clothes off,” Peach suggested. Feeling him stiffening against her still slick heat had her hips rocking without much thought, a soft little moan spilling from parted lips. She felt so small and desirable in his arms, especially with how he seemed to want her, something she hadn’t felt in a long while. Another giggle slipped out, her eyes shutting behind her mask as she savored the feeling of his lips on her throat. “They can wait. I wouldn’t dream of leaving a stud like you in such a state,” she hummed to him, dipping her head forward to kiss him warmly. “Do you want me like this again? Or… do you want my mouth?” Her voice was breathy with her arousal building again, the question punctuated by a tug of his earlobe between her teeth.