The floorboards creaked under his heavy boots until he reached the last bedroom door, swinging it open. A faint buzzing could be heard, along with desperate breaths just barely grasping at air. Caught between a whine, a moan, and scream, Joel loved it all.

He took a moment to bask in the sight he had left you in: wrists softly but securely bound to the wooden posts, back pressed against the headboard with eyes blind folded. Your legs were spread and bound similarly. The buzzing could be traced to the bullet vibrator buried deep inside your pussy, and a wand taped right at your clit. no matter what tiny movements you made, you were unable to escape the constant assault in your poor pussy. A generous spot of dampened arousal had been steadily gushing from between your legs and onto the silken sheets below you.

This wasn’t unusual, however. Joel had put you in this position, and promptly forgotten about you the whole day, many times before. 

The new experiment today that he had tried out… well, the sheer sight of it was making him leak in his tight jeans.

Your swollen nipples were clamped almost painfully by a claw on each tit. The breasts themselves were enormous, full of sloshing milk that hand’t been released in over 12 hours now. 

He had sucked your breasts so hard, so frequently, you had started to lactate all on your own. And wanted to be sure they reached their full bursting potential.

“J-Joel,” you whimper with a cry softly. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel the temperature of the hot room change with the breeze of the door open. There was a sudden thrill and fear that patterned your skin, unsure if the man who’d just graced your presence was the one you trusted, or a complete unknown, ready to take advantage of you.

Joel had left you in a vulnerable place. Joel had always told you there were weirdos out there who wouldn’t hesitate to use you. Joel knew how to keep you safe.

“S’me, sugar.” He closed the door behind him, inching closer to the side of the bed. He lets out a low whistle. Your legs shook tirelessly, stomach flexing with each pant. There was a slight curve of your lip twitching even through it all, so happy to have him back after hours of this pleasure-torture.

“I-c-c-c-came—lots,” you stammer, looking towards the side that he was standing. 

He pats the soaked covers. “I see that. How many? You count for me like a good girl.”

He switched the vibrator on a higher setting, instantly making you bite your lip and toss your head rather hastily backwards. You let out a quivered cry. “N-no. Lost—mmmmmf!—lost—c-count—“

“I know, baby. Didn’t expect ya to remember.” He rubbed two thick digits along your folds and downwards, careful not to disturb the wand. Jesus, even your pulsing asshole was delectably soaked from your sticky fluids. It wouldn’t take much at all to force his fist into you…

His eyes flickered back up to your breasts.

No, he had more important matters to attend to.

You let out a gasp when Joel finally flicked the bullet and wand vibrators off. your body still continued to convulse with shivers afterwards, body unable to relax.

“Am I —D-done?” 

He shook his head. “One last thing f’me. Then I’ll take care of ya.”

You gulped.

He sat on the bed, untying only one of your bound wrists, but not the other. 

He very gently cupped the underside of one boob.

“NO!” You thrashed back, the sensitivity of your full breasts shocking you.

“Shhh-shhh it’s okay now, don’t fight it. I gotta let theme breathe.” He goes to touch them again, as carefully as possible. 

You let out a whimper, but tried your best to not flinch as hard. They were beyond sore, tight, and inflamed. You had never felt them so heavy in your life, and so unable to relieve. They sat densely, uncomfortably so, against your chest. 

You couldn’t even feel the nipples. The clamps had ensured they were squeezed tight enough to prevent any spill of milk. But even as Joel fondled your breasts tenderly, he could start to see a bead of white peaking its head out from their clasped state.

Joel licks his dry lips. It’d been at least two days since he last sucked you dry of milk. Your tits were now twice the size they were when he first found you. He’d intentionally skipped lunch today so he could feat upon your nuturing glow. 

“They hurt,” you whine pathetically with a wobbly lip. 

He continues to rub the fattened parts, away from your areoles for a bit. your nipples practically pulsed. Red and hardened, piercing out at least a half inch. They were in desperate need of release.

He blows cool air against them, causing you to recoil slightly. It must have felt good, the way your second move was to lean a little closer, pressing your perky boobs closer to his mouth. He blew more air on them, letting you get used to it.

He noticed your one free hand was patiently pressed into the mattress next to you. He guided it around his neck, giving you some leverage to hold on to him.

“Imma take these off of ya now,”he whispers against your skin with a kiss.

You bite back a choked sob, nodding. 

He carefully unclasps the clamps one at a time, attentive not to hurt your already puffy nipples. Fuck, the milk was already returning to their streams, your nips practically inflating and pebbling even more heavily with white liquid, ready to burst.

“There,” he grins, admiring his work. “That’s better now, ain’t it?”

You hum, but hesitantly. “They’re still…sore…”

“I know baby. I’m gonna drain them now.” He wrapped your legs around his waist, your damp core instantly soaking his jeans. His hardened bulge insistently pressed against your sensitive mound.

With his forehead aligned to your chest, he stuck his tongue out along your nipple.

“Ah!” You gasped, but the hold he has on your back, with both arms wrapped firmly around your middle, keeps you pinned close as he wraps his lips around your nub.

He hums when that first burst of milk explodes into his mouth. He closed his eyes, almost ready to cum in his pants. 

You sighed heavenly above him, relaxing into his touch as he quickly gulped mouthfuls of milk, sucked straight from your achy tit. you could practically feel a heavy weight lifting off your chest, despite the sensitivity. His Adams apple bobbed against your skin. 

Your free arm gripped his shoulders a little tighter, bringing him closer to feed. Not that he was letting go.

He pulled off with a generous pop, swallowing the remains in his mouth. “Oh Baby, you taste divine. Look at these perky titties we made…”

With less love than he showed before, he pinched both nipples and tugged, making you yelp while squirts of milks shot out at him. He stuck his tongue out wide with a grimace as it sloppily landed on his mustaches, lips and tongue. 

You couldn’t push him off from the torture, with your other wrist jangling uselessly to the bedside still. All you could do was let him have his fun. 

Joel kisses your breast again before returning to drinking the other one. It was at least a couple minutes of alternating sucking before he finally spoke again.

“You’re such a good girl f’me. I can’t tell ya how proud of you I am. Ya learned so much since we first started. You remember what a naughty girl you’d been?” He strokes soothingly along your back as he latches back on to your nipple again. You couldn’t see, but his eyes begged up at you.

You nodded. “Y-yes.” You did remember, how much more painful your punishments and practices were before this. You’d been in the same position before, passed out from exhaustion. He and you both knew you were improving.

“Yeah, that’s my sugar. Then we got these milkers all fattened up—“ He hastily slaps the side of one, making you jump with a scream. “—look at that fuckin’ jiggle baby. Tits were made for milkin’.” 

He sucked and slapped, watching the red fade with each gentle and harsh treatment. You handnt even realized you were grinding down on his bulge, soaking through to his throbbing cock.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He taunts, thrusting upward so you could feel his need. “Gonna cum while Daddy sucking these big fat titties?”

“Yes—yes-yesyesyes Daddym’gonna-cum!”

“Go on—soak my cock.” He takes a particularly harsh such against a nipple, swallowing its plentiful sweetness before releasing it was a smack. “Make me feel how much you love getting your tits milked by your Daddy.”

Your knees bent around his ass, locking him against you. Hips working of their own accord, and with one arm grasping around his neck, you used his tented boner to get yourself higher. You’d cum more times today than you could possibly count, and yet it still didn’t deter just how needy you’d been all day for his touch.

Joel rips the blindfold off of you. Your eyes are blurry for a moment, but you feel his rough hand grip the back of your neck and center your focus right on to him. 

“Look at me when ya cum for me,” he growls. He grits his teeth angrily, rocking your hips back against for against his crotch.

His eyes were dark, blown wide and hungrily chasing both of your orgasms.

“Im gonna cum, daddy,” you warn.

He slaps your tit hard again. “What was that?”

“Gonna cum!”

He slaps the other one, then backhanded. “Say it again. Tell Daddy.”

“I’m—fuck—fuckDaddy I’m gonna cum! GonnacumgonnacumgonnacumcumcumcumCUMCUM!” You babble, eyes getting lost in ecstasy as pleasure builds higher in your system. You’d be floating on the bridge between pleasure and pain all day, and you were finally about to jump off it.

“Cum f’me then, sugar!”

You choke on your breath, forehead clashing with his. Nothing goes through your brain except for blinding hot white, as is the rest of your body following suit. Crescendoing from your core, an outwardly pleasure spread like fire. You finally let out a long needed moan as your orgasm tears open your entire nervous system, turning you inside out, landing safely in Joel’s tight grip.

He keeps his eyes open for as long as possible until he start’s spilling thick and sticky in his pants, grunting like an injured bear. Each delicious pulse measures up to yours as the two of you cling to each other. He refuses to even let his grip soften on you, your breasts smashed against his whiskered jaw, inhaling the scent of milk and your arousal fumigating the room and his senses. 

When you both finally catch your breath, there’s very little holding you up against gravity. Joel unlatches your last wrist restraint before letting you fall against him, his back slowly collapsing against the bed with you securely atop him.

He strokes the back of his muscles against your spine, staring up at the ceiling. It’s so quiet aside from the labored breathings that were soon returning to a steady rhythm.

“Joel Miller,” you whisper in his chest, planting a chaste kiss to the vein in his neck. 

Nuzzling your temple with his, he listens, patiently.

“I want to stay with you.”

He closes his weary eyes. He doesn’t say anything, at least not for a while. Maybe you’re hoping he won’t.

But he has to.

“S’time for you to go home, sugar.”

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