The Gamer Chapter 1160 – Breaking Brats (Patreon)

Finding a harem-sized bed in the mansion was easy and they got hot and bothered very quickly. Rave got pounded, Aclysia bedded, Nathalia mated, Eliana dominated, Gnome drilled, Salamander banged, Undine jiggled, Sylph stretched, Nia loved, Siena ridden, Metra smashed, Beatrice nailed, and Lorelei ruined. All of them needed it badly and John was in a mood to perform, individually taking them past the breaking point until only two remained conscious.

With the rest of the harem scattered about the bed, filled with cum and recovering from their individual railings, John retreated to a nearby chair. Scarlett sat in front of it, mostly out of her own volition, partly because John had tied her wrists to her ankles, forcing her into a kneeling position. She mumbled against a ball gag in her mouth, which John mercifully removed after saying, “It’s your turn now.”

“The fuck do you mean it’s her turn now?!” Momo let loose the rare curse, while hovering after him.

“Guess he just thinks I look better,” Scarlett threw a mild insult at her fellow haremette. “It’s about time anyway, that I get to suck this big hard cock.” She stretched towards his groin even while John sat down. After he got comfortable, she managed to kiss the side of his cock.

Momo landed on the other side. “Problem here is that he isn’t man enough to have sex with us both at the same time,” the sassy support said and begun to work the other side. The fluids of the remaining harem, sticking to his unwaveringly erect dick, were gradually cleaned off. “Hmm, know what this tastes like, Scarlett?”

“Like whomen he doeshn’t desherve,” the technomancer responded, her tongue travelling up and down his shaft.

“Exshactly!” Momo responded enthusiastically.

“You two are prettier when you shut up,” John groaned, from pleasure and overplayed annoyance, a hand on both of their heads. “Keep quiet or I’ll have to punish you.”

He knew exactly what kind of effect that would have on the duo. Scarlett and Momo had many things in common. Their hair was of a similar, straight and silky texture, although Momo wore hers a lot longer these days. Colour between eyes and hair was the same, red and red, and white and white, for both of them. Their body shapes were remarkably bottom heavy, with A-cups leading down over flat midriffs to fat asses that were always delightful to behold.

They had their physical differences, of course. Both were fair women, but Scarlett had gained some colour since she was out of the confines of her tower, while Momo eternally had a paper level of pale. Their faces were quite different, with Momo’s cute, feminine looks contrasting with the gorgeous androgyny of Scarlett. The pink of Momo’s lips, nipples and pussy were all more intense, almost plastic, compared to the human levels of Scarlett.

When it came to their characters, they had their overlaps and differences. Both were work horses. Scarlett cared primarily for efficiency. Momo had a greater appreciation for people and their wellbeing. Scarlett didn’t mind public attention. Momo loathed speaking to any crowd. Scarlett liked to build new things. Momo preferred to maintain.

What they both shared, above anything else, was that they were bratty. It took different forms in casual conversation, but when told what to do, it was utterly predictable how they would react. Both of them pulled their tongues back and started badmouthing their man.

“What an asshole,” Scarlett started, rolling her eyes.

“A giant pervert.” Momo nodded admonishingly. “Has two women nice enough to suck his giant… hot… ehm… his prick and behaves like one!”

“Thankless for this service. Really, he should eat us out. I don’t usually work without upfront payment.”

“He would make for a nice seat, I’ll give him that much.”

“Ya got that right. Can’t believe he woul-“

“Shut – up,” John growled threateningly. He let it sound serious, making the two women look up at him with surprise and anticipation. Just like he knew what reaction he would get from them, they knew what happened when they tried to get a rise out of him in the bedroom. “One more insult and I’ll make you believe they…” he pointed at the bed, “…got off lightly.”

The two sass blasters clearly suppressed a grin, as they looked at each other again. Then, they spoke up simultaneously. “Shut up, perv.” “Shut up, asshole.”

The words had barely left their mouth, when John took sudden and hard action. He grabbed two fistfuls of Scarlett’s hair and slammed her down on his cock. The force of the sudden penetration even made the seasoned submissive gag. While he manhandled the technomancer’s throat, Momo got forced onto her feet by the chokehold Jack had her in. The Artificial Spirit’s holes were both filled by the two cocks growing from the Extension’s groin.

As he used their bodies remorselessly, their sensitivity jacked up to the maximum, he repositioned them to the edge of the bed.

Momo was bent over, held now by her long hair and one arm, getting vigorously hammered from behind. Every thrust made her fantastic, round butt (one of the largest in the harem) ripple. Screams surged and ebbed, as she rolled from one double-penetration climax to the next.

Scarlett had the back of her head pressed into the mattress with each thrust. Her entire body was twisted uncomfortably to accommodate the position and her bindings. Saliva, phlegm and precum splattered over her face and drooled on her flat chest. Between her legs, a remote-control vibrator and butt plug buzzed at full power. Her eyelids fluttered. John was careful to keep her at the brink of consciousness.

The rapid and rough action mounted gradually. He had cum so many times before, he lasted for quite a while. By the time he felt his orgasm approach, both of his bratty partners had already made a mess of themselves and the ground under their overflowing cunts. “Fucking cocksleeves,” he spat out, whipping his anger up further artificially, to give them that punishment they deserved.

Finally, his orgasm approached and he uncaringly kept on fucking them until he was ready to burst. Balls deep in the holes of his choosing, he unloaded, letting their insides do their writhing, tensing, spasming work and massage him throughout the release. Cumming inside them only made the sassy sluts climax harder. Waves of pussy juice soiled the mattress and floor.

“Feeling good, dirtying your Master’s property?” the Gamer growled, once he was done. A quick smack to Momo’s ass was followed by him pulling out. She gasped, but otherwise lacked the air to react properly. Like a sack of grain, John tossed Scarlett onto the bed next to the collapsing support.

The two women lay side by side, breathing heavily. Willing to give them a moment, before the play continued, he just watched. He heard something unclear being uttered. Concerned it may be the safe word, he asked, “What was that?”

“Qu…” Scarlett started. “...ck… sh…” Her constant breathing made it impossible to really make out what she was saying. Just the syllables John understood had his blood heat up, close to boiling.

“Quickshot,” Momo then said properly.

John grinded his teeth and let his dominant inclinations fully take over. “That’s how you want to play it today, huh?” he growled, rolling Scarlett over so both of them laid with their asses presented and their legs dangling over the edge.

They tried to mount something like a resistance. It was completely futile. Using his two bodies and the Sex Dungeon inventory, accessible since they were technically inside the Guild Hall, he placed or adjusted their bindings. Scarlett’s ankles were separated from her wrists, the toys in her holes removed. Momo’s hands and feet got bound in the same style, and both of them leashed, gagged, and blindfolded.

“Cumdumps don’t need to talk or see, only to listen and be accessible,” he said and slapped their asses. Momo’s wings fluttered in response. “Get rid of those.” A vaguely denying moan came in response. John pulled at the leash he was holding. For the second round, he had switched who got to have his real body and who his Extension. The only difference there was psychological in nature. “Get – rid – of – your – wings,” he ordered again, each word accompanied by a loud smack. Had she been flesh and blood, her pale ass would have been bright red by now. Still, Momo put on her play of defiance. John clicked his tongue, knowing he had to change strategies. The sassy support wasn’t as big a masochist as Scarlett, so more of this treatment wouldn’t be enjoyable to her, “You enjoy annoying me a bit too much. One day I will succeed in fucking that out of you for good.”

He wouldn’t. Pretending that was the case made the play all the more enjoyable for both of them, however.

Pulling at the leash until he could grab her hair close to the skull, John manhandled her next to Scarlett. “Listen to what you won’t get because you’re being an irritating bitch,” he told her, just as Jack penetrated Scarlett’s toy-widened entrances. Screams of pleasure, muffled by the ball-gag, rose from right next to where John forced Momo’s ear to be. “That’s the sound of a happy set of holes,” John hummed, satisfied at the sight of Scarlett’s spine curving. Somewhere between those ecstatic screams was played-up defiance. Heavy smacks on the hyper-masochistic pervert’s bubble butt replaced them with even stronger cries of bliss.

John’s cocks twitched, eager to plunge into Momo again, but he remained as he was, basking in the pleasure he received from Scarlett’s tight tunnels and waiting for the sassy support to give in. When breaking a brat, the art was to gradually whittle them down. The dom had to start with something minor, using pain and pleasure as carrot and stick (which was which depended on the submissive and the mood of the scene), and get them to slowly agree to their position as cumdump.

“Just get rid of the wings, and I’ll make you squeal like her,” John whispered benevolently into Momo’s ear. He pinched her nipple and twisted, just a little bit. The difference between the two brats’ masochism was living proof that enjoyment of pain and submissiveness were traits that often occurred together, but not intrinsically linked. A valuable piece of knowledge for every dom. “Give in, you lovable bookworm.”

That did the trick and Momo’s firefly wings dispersed into dissolving particles. With the amount of struggle she had put on, she wasn’t worthy of another compliment for her obedience. She was worthy of being used, however, with that big, beautiful ass of hers. A mixture of pussy juice and oozing cum ran down her thighs, until John sealed her holes with a swift penetration.

“Quickshot, right?” John raised his voice to an aggressive tone again, syncing the rhythm of his thrusts. “You’ll take that back by the time I’m done with you.” For fifteen minutes, he pounded them mercilessly. There was no stop in his fast and hard penetrations, nor any change allowed in their positions. Their spines were curves, heads raised courtesy of the leash that pulled at the collars around their slender necks. Quivering legs had to carry the majority of their weights on bound feet. They couldn’t collapse either, pride and the hard cocks filling their drenched holes prevented it. Whenever one of them writhed too much, a quick spank reminded them of their place. For Scarlett, he did it often just because he wanted to see the redhead’s ass jiggle even more.

Unceremoniously, he came inside them. The orgasm was a nice break in the punishment he was inflicting, a temporary wiping of his mind. It ebbed away, leaving him to observe the still spasming forms of the bottom-heavy women before him. Grip on the leashes loosened, he allowed the cumdumps to collapse back onto the mattress. Their upper bodies, at least, as their asses remained raised, their insides wringing the remaining seed from his shafts.

“On the floor,” John ordered. The simple order cut through the haze and their bratty tendencies, speaking instead to their submissive sides. It was so simple too, all they had to do was to let their legs fold and gravity to pull them into the proper kneeling position. John sat himself down before them and pulled them to his now regularly endowed groin. After undoing the ballgags, he asked the simple question, “Am I a quickshot?”

“…No…” Momo mumbled, a hint of unwillingness in her voice.

“Scarlett?”

“No…” the technomancer echoed.

“Louder, both of you,” he demanded.

“No.” Their unified answer was at regular speaking volume.

“Louder!”

“No!” they shouted, as loudly as their taxed bodies allowed.

“No – Master,” John pushed his dominance a little further. No answers. He snapped his fingers, the entire room groaned in response. The other haremettes, still knocked out, still recognized the trigger for a hypnotic command. The two before him perked up visibly. “Momo, Scarlett, do you love my cock?”

“”Yes,”” they admitted in unison.

“And whose cock is it?” he asked, continuing on before they could raise their voices. “Consider wisely what you say next. If it pleases me, I’ll let you suck me off. If it doesn’t, I’ll let the toys fill the void.” He snapped his fingers again. “Momo, Scarlett, do you love my cock? Whose cock?”

“”Yours, Master!”” they gave in and opened their mouths widely in begging anticipation. The blindfold only made their eager expressions more erotic. The tongues that pushed past their pink, pillowy lips searched for the delicious hardness of their Master’s erection.

“There you go, good girls,” John complimented. He kept his hands to himself while the two half-broken brats blew him. Stretching their bound bodies, they managed to wrap their lips around the glans and then go back down. The remaining resistance was reflected in their lust-glazed glares. They couldn’t deny their urge to suck him for long enough to deliver anymore snide remarks, however.

It was time to put on the finishing touches.

After he had enjoyed their service for a while, following the reckless railing of their lower pair of holes, John deemed he had earned himself the simple pleasure of their skilled cocksucking.

Having long-time partners was the best. Most of them, he had been with for around or over a year. The exact time varied and was difficult to measure courtesy of time dilations. It also hardly mattered to the point: he had so much sex with all of them that they all knew one another’s weakspots in their entirety.

Of the two he currently tangled with, Momo was slightly better. Despite the time they had been apart, the sassy support’s natural inclinations made her more observant, so she narrowed in on what part of his length to concentrate on more effectively. She also slid up and down his length as if she had something to prove.

That slight edge in analysis and fervour aside, they both worked his cock wonderfully. Bobbing up and down, messed-up hair swaying, they moaned each time his cock hit the back of their throats. John could feel the collars each time they took him balls deep, a constriction that prevented their necks from bulging to accommodate his girth.

Cumming down their throats was a nice and simple affair. Their tightly sealed lips brought him over the edge and kept sliding up and down, while their tongues massaged his length. Each shot landed elsewhere in their moving throats. Some pumped right down their gullet, others had to run down their insides first, and the final few were kept in their mouths.

Throughout the entire climax, John felt the raw satisfaction, while the moans of the duo were hot and bothered. They must have wondered already, why they hadn’t orgasmed once while sucking him off. Certain girls in his harem had throats practically as sensitive as their pussies. Scarlett and Momo weren’t among them. Even they, like all of the haremettes, were at least capable of climaxing while giving a blowjob – especially with 300% sensitivity and hypnotic suggestions in play. If all else failed, tasting his cum was a guarantee.

Unless John sealed their capacity to orgasm, of course.

“Let me cum!” Scarlett demanded, once she had swallowed the last of his seed. John’s answer was a swift and loud slap across her face.

“You don’t get to demand anything,” he warned and forced both of them to sit in his lap, after he had unbound their feet. Momo was keeping her mouth shut, trying (in vain) to avoid the punishment. “Once you’re honest, you get to orgasm again.” Jack filled Scarlett’s ass with his cock, John filled that of Momo. He would have switched between them again, but the Artificial Spirit’s back entrance had the benefit of being completely clean. Their pussies, swollen and gaping as they were, he graced with his fingers.

The reverse anal cowgirl allowed him to tease their slender bodies, while their fat asses bounced instinctively up and down on his rod. He didn’t have to give any order, the moment he made them straddle him, they impaled themselves with the properly aligned hole and began to move. This was only to their detriment, as their pleasure continued to expand, with no outlet. The fingers rubbing their clits only made things worse.

“Your bodies are honest,” John remarked, deeply amused. “You want me to fill all of your holes. To fuck you until you are broken, lay twitching in my bed, then all you need to do is tell me what you are truly feeling.”

Unwilling groans accompanied their rippling butts rising and falling on his dick. They grew fewer with each descent, were replaced with pure desperate panting. “Please… please…” Momo gasped, clearly at the breaking point.

John held her close, forcing her to stop. “Say what you think about me,” he demanded, rubbing her pussy. “In all of its perversion and all its wholesomeness.”

“I LOVE YOU, OKAY?!” Momo shouted. With those simple words out, the rest followed like a flood. “It’s just so much fun to tease you. You get so comedically angry and that gives me life and I love it because I know you play it up for me and oh fuck your cock is so big and when you fuck me I forget all of the stupidity I have to deal with and I love it and I love you and you never go too fast or too slow and you never try to force me any further than I like it and fuck I need to cum please let me cum Master please let me-“

“Me too!” Scarlett broke, spurred on by the torrent of words of her fellow brat. “Master, I love you! I just like being a bitch to you sometimes. Please, please, Master, let me cum. I love it when you dominate me. I love it when you constrict me. I love it when I have to beg! Please!”

“Since you love it so much, you can wait until I cum inside you one more time,” John told Scarlett. “As for you, Momo…”

He didn’t have to finish that sentence. The fingers rubbing her pussy were suddenly engulfed by the sassy support’s intense squirting. Seeing that, Scarlett rapidly accelerated her riding, moaning loudly to please his ears. John relaxed, deliberately trying to cum as soon as possible.

It was timed wonderfully. Momo’s trembles had started to die down, when her asshole was flooded with a third batch of cum. Scarlett’s voice rose even higher, the ecstatic, high pitch echoing in the large bedroom, when her orgasm was unsealed and the wooden floorboards were covered with yet more sexual fluids.

John held both of them tightly. To keep them from thrashing at first, then because cuddling incoherently babbling broken brats was a satisfaction almost on par with an orgasm. He stroked their hair and waited for them to fall asleep. Then he was alone, surrounded by unconscious or borderline unconscious women. He folded his hands behind his head and just basked in the glory of his achievement.

‘Yep, I am the best,’ he thought.