Chapter 4: First Training 

Michael stood in the bedroom the next morning, heart hammering as Mirabel and Mitchelle circled him like predators. The collar felt heavier today. After accepting the rules, he knew this training would push him deeper into surrender and the thought both terrified and aroused him beyond reason.

"They're going to stretch my ass and make me wear it in public and my cock is already leaking like a desperate whore"

Mirabel stepped close, her lush curves brushing against him. “You’re shaking,” she whispered, voice soft but filled with possessive hunger. “Tell me what scares you most.”

“I’m scared I’ll love it too much,” Michael admitted, voice rough. “Last night you both broke me open. Now you want to train my ass… and I’m already hard thinking about it.”

Mitchelle smirked, her athletic body radiating competitive energy. “Good because I need to own every hole. After years of holding back my dominance to please boring men, I finally get to push someone to their limits and I want to push you until you’re ruined for anyone else.”

The emotional honesty made the air electric. They started slow but filthy.

Mirabel pushed Michael onto all fours on the bed. Mitchelle poured thick, warm lube directly over his tight hole, letting it drip obscenely down his balls. She pressed one finger inside him, then two, scissoring him open while Mirabel reached underneath and stroked his leaking cock.

“Feel that?” Mirabel purred, pumping him slowly. “Your ass is going to take so much more today.”

Mitchelle added a third finger, stretching him wider as Michael moaned loudly. The burn mixed with shameful pleasure made his cock throb harder in Mirabel’s hand. They worked him open patiently, curling their fingers against his prostate until precum dripped steadily onto the sheets.

“Such a greedy little hole,” Mitchelle groaned, twisting her fingers deeper. “Listen to how wet it sounds.”

They moved to the plugs. Mirabel pressed the first one in slowly, letting Michael feel every inch. Then they worked him up through bigger sizes, each one stretching him wider. When they finally pushed the largest, thickest plug inside him, Michael cried out, his hole clenching around the heavy bulb.

“Fuck… it’s so deep,” he gasped, voice breaking.

Mitchelle turned on the remote vibrator inside the plug. The low buzzing pressed relentlessly against his prostate, making his cock leak like a faucet.

“Now the real test,” Mirabel said with dark excitement. “You’re wearing this to breakfast. In public.”

The walk to the café was pure torture. Every step shifted the thick plug inside him, massaging his prostate. Michael’s cock stayed rock-hard in his loose pants, leaking precum into his underwear. Mirabel and Mitchelle walked on either side of him, occasionally brushing his ass or whispering filthy things.

At the outdoor table, Mitchelle turned the vibrator higher. Michael gripped the edge of the chair, biting his lip hard to stop from moaning. His hole clenched around the buzzing plug while the two women chatted casually, their eyes filled with possessive delight.

“You’re doing so well, pet,” Mirabel whispered, her hand discreetly stroking his thigh under the table. “Imagine if these people knew your ass is stuffed full for us.”

By the time they got home, Michael was shaking with desperate need.

The second the door closed, Mirabel shoved him against the wall and dropped to her knees. She yanked his pants down and swallowed his throbbing cock in one greedy motion, sucking him deep and sloppy.

“Fuck… Mistress,” Michael groaned, grabbing her hair.

Mitchelle came up behind him, spreading his ass cheeks and tapping the base of the plug, sending jolts through his body. “Keep sucking him while I play with this greedy hole.”

Mirabel bobbed her head faster, slurping noisily on his cock, drooling all over his balls while Mitchelle fucked the plug in and out of his ass with wet, filthy sounds. Michael was moaning like a slut, hips bucking between Mirabel’s warm throat and the thick toy stretching his hole.

They moved to the couch. Mirabel straddled his face, dropping her soaked pussy onto his mouth.

“Eat my cunt,” she moaned, grinding hard.

Michael attacked her hungrily, tongue plunging deep inside her juicy folds, slurping and sucking noisily on her clit as her cream flooded his mouth. At the same time, Mitchelle pulled the plug out and replaced it with her fingers, then climbed onto his cock, slamming down hard.

“Fuuuuck, yes!” Mitchelle cried, riding him brutally, her tight pussy creaming all over his shaft. “Your cock feels even bigger with your ass full.”

The room exploded with raw, obscene sounds of Mirabel’s wet pussy squelching against his face, Mitchelle’s cunt slamming down noisily on his cock, loud moans, and filthy dirty talk.

They switched again and again, using him mercilessly. At one point both women pressed their dripping pussies together against his cock, sliding their slick, juicy folds up and down his length in a messy, frothy double pussy job while kissing each other above him.

When Michael finally came, it was devastating.

Mirabel rode him reverse, slamming down hard as he exploded deep inside her, pumping thick, powerful ropes of cum into her spasming pussy. Mitchelle sat on his face, flooding his mouth with her juice at the same time.

They stayed connected, breathing hard, bodies slick.

In the afterglow, Mirabel kissed him softly. “You’re doing so well, baby. But tonight… Vanessa is coming. And I’m scared she’ll make you feel things we can’t.”

Mitchelle held him tighter, voice strained. “We claimed you first. Fight for us.”

Michael lay between them, ass still throbbing from training, body covered in their juices, heart torn between the deepening love he felt for them and the dark temptation waiting tonight.

The real storm was approaching.