?? Master P.O.V

I reveled in the feel as I stood behind Bunnie, her now breathless and gasping from being silenced so many times as I had readied her for me. She was more sensitive compared to Canary, who often enjoyed a darker and rougher handling. No, for Bunnie, even as punishment, there was a correct way and an incorrect way of deportment, and I was a fair Master. No, I wouldn't let her ejaculate, the equipment her cock was now sucked into keeping her release at bay even as it vibrated around her. 

I had properly stretched her, playing between the two of them after I had finally pulled Canary closer, though keeping them separated by a clear wall holding releasable, mostly circular doors that could be removed. Unlike Canary, I had used a generous portion of lube, my fingers running up and down her quivering thighs, pulling her cheeks apart to allow the cool air's caress, barely tantalizing the pucker there before releasing the set of cheeks and giving a resoundingly sharp yet not quite painful slap until she began to tighten up in expectation. And that was when I left her to give attention once more to Canary. 

In contrast, I started with a sharp slap to both of his cheeks, my hand print easily visible. I watched as his weeping cock jumped in reaction, and took no time in rubbing the slender tip of my switch along his throbbing manhood. I had made it so the vibrations would reach a sharp or painfully, almost electric pitch until he finally gave in, voicing his pleasure. Glancing at Bunnie and her heaving chest, it was more than just her own experiences so far that she was feeling. The sounds of my interaction with her brother only heightened her own need.

I drew the back of my thumb up his perineum towards his crack, flicking his balls with my fingers as I went before roughly shocking my thumb to the first knuckle in, pulling at the edges of the tight ring of muscles as I slowly rotated the my thumb, only causing friction to the edges of his entrance. I finally heard a proper moan, the thirsty vibrations of the toys dying down. For now.

I slipped my fingers, keeping my thumb in its position, down along the underside, palm to his perineum and fingers splayed around and along his scrotum, fingers squeezing together ever so lightly. A small but shrill whistle sang from Canary's mouth as I squeezed the entire area, thumb curving and pulling down on the tight rings of muscles that made up his pucker as the rest of my hand gripped and squeezed the flesh along his underside, pulling at the sensitive skin before raking my nail along it.

I removed my thumb, sticking it within Canary's mouth, to which he gratefully laved and sucked before I removed it with a resounding 'pop'. I took a moment, most likely surprising Canary if the gasp were anything to go by, by softly rubbing the wet appendage along his pink lips. My thumb ran from his bottom lip down to his chin in which I lifted before sucking his lower lip into my mouth, running my tongue along and nibbling it before pulling away as the air between us resonated with yet another chrystalline moan.

I pulled away, returning to Bunnie whose soft whines could just barely be heard. I leaned over, giving her a few moments to feel my form just out of reach, my breath barely caressing her neck and the shell of her ear; shifting the smallest of hairs, "You want your turn now." It was not a question, and she knew she was not to answer. It was only meant to incite her need and expectation more.

I pulled out a drawer no more than a step away from her, taking a moment to look at the items within before turning my attention back to her. Using the lube, her ass open to me from her bent position, I dribbled small amounts onto her lower back, allowing it to roll where it may, some pooling in the dip of her back, curling down the sides and sliding down her thighs, dribbling down and along her crack; caressing her hungry pucker.

She couldn't help but try to squirm at the sensation as the liquid played with her skin as it moved and slowly warmed when it came into contact, "Hmm, you like that. The soft, torturous feeling." They both groaned at my almost playful words, though Bunnie's was quickly silenced. I didn't often speak other than to give commands, though I knew it was one of the items they both seemed to greatly enjoy.

I ran my finger around her small entrance before moving it downward and along her perineum a couple times before moving back up. I did this several times before pouring more lube onto the still moving finger, finally deciding to breach her hole. Her ass lightly pushed back, but a quick and resounding slap quickly ended the movement, as well as my removal of the digit, "Maintain position, Bunnie." She knew that I would leave her, or worse, should she not comply, just as she knew she shouldn't have tried to rush me.

I lightly scraped my nails down her small soft cheeks, then running my hands from the inside, just above her knees to the outside of her hips and up along her sides. She shivered deliciously. Once more, I used my finger around her pucker and down her perineum, adding more lube before slowly easing my first digit in, feeling as both muscles squeezed and sucked at me, almost willing me to continue; to slide further in. It wasn't long before my second finger joined the first, rolling against each other, rubbing and further expanding the walls for the inevitably delightful invasion. 

I used the index finger of my other hand to continue stretching the opening, staggering the light thrusts my fingers now made before hooking my fingers and pulling them slightly out while bending down to blow into the now heated region. She had been panting harder, but her sharp moanful needing plea was quickly silenced in response to my ministrations.

I removed my fingers, inherently feeling her disappointment at the loss. Turning, my hand reached into the open drawer, removing the object I'd chosen earlier before adding a coating of lube and a sprinkle of aphrodisiac that would quickly be absorbed by the time I returned to her. Using one thumb, I spread her cheeks slightly further, settling the cool object at her entrance, allowing it to circle there until she couldn't help but quietly moan before slowly easing the plug in and over until her ring of muscles settled comfortably at the holding base.

I kissed her temple quickly, watching as her cheeks pinked, "Wait for me."

I snatched up a small towel as I returned to Canary's side, cleaning my hands of the lube that remained spread along them. I tossed the towel into some other, unused portion of the room, having several more sets of clean towels that could still be used.

I had attached little Canary's arms to a chain that rose up to connect to an overhanging pole with its own platform. The pole had its own winch, enabling the user to tighten or loosen the chain. The positioning also allowed me three hundred-sixty access to him. I had left him on his toes prior to returning to Bunnie. Now, I loosened the chain, putting my palm to the back of his head, cupping its base and leading him to lean forward, "On your knees."

He dropped instantly, head still bent forward with arms pulled upward from behind him. I tapped the inside of his knees, Canary instantly opening; widening his kneeled stance even while his arms were pulled ever more taut until they were perpendicular with his body. I walked around him, snatching up one of the many toys, glancing to find I had picked the whip with almost hair-like appendages springing from it. It made lovely designs as I lashed Canary's back with it, causing him to eventually keen as pre-cum dripped languorously to the floor below him. I had yet to break his skin, hardly even causing welts or bruises- my toys were not made to only inflict damage. After several more passes, the thinnest threads of blood flowered upon his skin, almost indistinguishable from his reddened skin.

I walked away to pull a stool over, sitting and leaning against the counter behind me leading to the clear wall behind which Bunnie panted. I situated myself, legs on either side of the round platform, watching Canary for several moments as he regained his breath.

I kicked the winch, giving Canary just the right amount of slack for what I expected of him. I grabbed his hair, tilting his head up, "Your prize is in front of you. Use your mouth to release it."

I watched in amusement as Canary shuffled forward, edging nearer until he was fully placed between my knees. His face met the fabric covering my groin, lipping over it and rubbing it playfully. My pants did not, in fact, have a zipper, but ties that Canary found and worked free, "Good, Canary. Now suck, because this will be the only lubrication you will get."

Canary was not one for hesitancy, his already wetted lips sliding at a level pace down as far as he could without slipping it down his throat. His tongue slid along the underside, sucking tightly as he slid back at the same pace, running his tongue around the head before playing with the slit, teeth just barely edging and displacing the flesh along its edges. He released it heatedly so that only the smallest part was sucked on and nipped and licked, the same suction applied even as he rubbed his lips down the side, tongue licking out and around the underside as his mouth glided further down along my length. He widened his mouth, allowing his tongue to flow above and below while giving open-mouthed kisses to the flesh, slowly guiding himself back to its tip.

Watching the actions, moreso than the sensations, enticed me, my chest thrumming in appreciation. He slipped his mouth once more down my shaft, going a little farther than before before using suction, tongue and lips to tease the flesh as it once more slid out of his wet mouth. He slid down, even farther than before, at times only taking in a part of the amount he had previously. He began to bob slowly, speeding as more and more of my cock was sucked into his needy mouth until his throat opened for me. I did not need to force his head to take me, my lightest sounds were enough to goad him until his took all of me in, his throat visibly enlarged from the length and girth of my shaft sliding within it. He worked me to a heated fervor, saliva slipping down his chin from his reverence of my manhood.

"That is enough," I watched as he calmly slid my length from his swollen lips, sucking as much of the saliva as he could from it as he went. When he reached the head, he sucked ever harder before releasing the tinted head. I stood moving the stool and shoving his chest down onto it, his ass more open. I gripped his hips and rose him up, legs still wide apart and chest still pressed to the stool at a very sharp angle. Once he was just barely positioned, I steadied my tip to his entrance, allowing him the slightest feel of me behind him before shoving roughly in. He quietly keened as my front roughly slammed against his butt, my hands squeezing into the flesh at his hips. I had just barely prepped him earlier, his ass now hungrily sucking at me as I rubbed against him, still pushed in up to my base. He whined in appreciation at the probable burning, tightening and stretching sensation even more sensitive from the lack of saliva when he had sucked himself off me.

I flicked my hips, hardly sliding out, bouncing against his entrance while he tightened around me in need. Before he could react, I pulled out quickly until the tip, shoving it all forward once more, grinding myself on him and snapping at his thighs and the sides of his ass with a switch. I set a varied pace, making it impossible to guess how I would give it to him next, purposefully hitting his prostate every time his voice rose suitably. 

"You want me to cum in you, dirty your tight reddened hole," I growled at him, beating into his ass as my switch beat on it. "Let me hear your sweet songs, Canary, and I will be sure to give you what you want."

I began pounding his prostate as his voice rose from its small breathy whines until it reached a chillingly seductive keening. I pulled fully out, shoving myself all in once more, reaching a staccato beat against his whipped and reddened ass before emptying my seed far into his channel, filling it up into a heated mess. But I did not pull out, allowing my cock to twitch within him, snatching up a much larger plug that I replaced my cock with and connected it up around his purpling cock to connect around his waist, holding it snuggly within his filled channel.

I walked back to Canary's front, grabbing his hair, mouth opened breathlessly until I shoved my cock in, "Clean it."

When he had suitably cleaned my hard cock, I brought him once more to his feet, walking him forward as I adjusted the chains, "Step up." There was a small set of steps so that he was high enough for his hips to reach the opening I was aiming to use, "Stay."

I went to Bunnie, adjusting the table so her nose just touched the clear wall and hole I had opened. I removed her mouth piece, "Lick the hole, Bunnie."

She stuck her tongue out, running around the edges, probably trying to find understanding in its shape. I went back to Canary, hooking his collar to the top of the wall, forcing him almost flush against it, "Lips to the hole, Bunnie." She did so, and I removed Canary's cock ring, squeezing the base so he didn't waste it shooting on the wall. I guided it into the hole and between Bunnie's lips, "Wait."

I slowly released his cock, neither moving as I walked around back to Bunnie, shocking her as I quickly pulled out the plug, replacing it with my own hard shaft. Her mouth vibrated against Canary, "Move, Canary."

He did not need much more than that, pistoning as best he could, being held by his collard and arms, the wall also denying some small parts of gratification as Bunnie tried ever harder to get close. I took my leisurely time, causing both to whine until I released the holding force on Bunnie's cock, pounding into her ass, "Release."

They both gasped out, groaning as they finally shot their loads while I continued aiming for Bunnie's prostate as her hole tightened even harder around me, eventually milking the orgasm from my cock. They both were breathless and shivering from the force of their orgasms and the utter physical strain expected of them. 

I eventually released, cleaned and bathed them before allowing them a space in my bed. Each curled upon either side, resting contentedly against my chest, falling deeply into a satiated sleep.