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The family was known for being a well off one.

Granted they weren't on the same level as say someone who could own a yacht, multiple houses across the world, expensive cars or something of that caliber. However they lived comfortably in a high end house; with a large garden with one half being of vegetables grown there while the other consisted of many lovely flowers from lilacs, and wisteria to lovely daffodils and rose bushes. A porch wraps around the entire estate which while not the size of a million dollar mansion was still a lovely house to look upon.

Three alpha men lived in it; the father and his two adult sons. Both were in college with one now student teaching as a prestigious private school. while the other was only in his second year for engineering. Two brilliant sons and respected father were known to the public and close friends as very kind people; always willing to donate money to charities and help friends in need.

Indeed their reputation was one of a family, of a proud father whose sons were headed towards bright futures for themselves and continuing to make the family proud.

However, if there was one thing people couldn't help but wonder about it was the fact that when the three hosted charities and dinners at their home there was always one servant; an omega maid who would walk around serving drinks and food alike. There could be a table with over fifty people and someone this omega man was able to get the food out hot and fresh, then ensuring any entertainment was prepped for the guest while ensuring his employer was pleased.

It was...odd at best. There have been some speculations by some guests who tended to come to interesting conclusions, but with how little the maid spoke to them and how the subject was always changed many did not dwell on it.

The maid with his short, wild pink hair, amber eyes framed by light feathery lashes and lovely pale skin was certainly a beauty. The only thing personal he ever gave out to guests of his employers was his name; Akaza Soyama.

At first glance, Akaza was a typical servant. Polite, calm and efficient. Nothing was out of place from the prim uniform he wore to the food he always managed to make. It was no wonder the family was so fond of him, always praising him before the guests, regaling them with tales about him. To everyone they knew it was a perfectly amicable relationship between a maid and the family that employs him.

Well at least that's what the family wanted people to think.

Bzzzzz...bzzzz...bzzzz...

The alarm buzzes away loudly from the nightstand while the sun was shining through the large windows facing the prettiest part of the garden; where the pretty wisteria flowers hung just so and caused a soft violet haze in the room of the Rengoku Family's maid. A soft quiet groan fills the bedroom; a simple one with a nice comfortable queen size bed, a shelf full of books of differing subjects, and a desk where there's some journals resting.

Slowly Akaza pushed himself up and glared at his alarm with the time on it; wearing an oversized shirt and his underwear. He stops the 7:30 alarm and slowly sits up to stretch and arch his back to just bask in the warmth of the sunlight. It was rare he had a moment to just enjoy the start of his day. Especially when he knows that with it being a Monday, he needed to get dressed and start cooking breakfast so that Kyojuro won't miss the bus to the school he was student teaching at and Senjuro won't be late for his morning classes.

Which means until late afternoon it would be him and the patriarch, Shinjuro.

"Hmm..." he cracks his neck and calmly opens his drawers to start pulling out his uniform to lay out on the bed, "Okay, let's wash up and get this day started."

The routine before breakfast was a simple one: he wakes up, showers under cool water to wake up further, makes his bed, applies his make up for the day before he finally gets dressed.

It had taken him a while to grow accustomed to his attire, slipping on the white lace thigh highs and keeping them hooked with black garter belts to the lace panties he had to wear. Then, he adjusts the black skirt covered the garter-belts just so as he buttons it up. After which comes the simple white apron that he ties rather loosely around his waist before he picked up the head band that kept his bangs out of his face.

He stops a moment to look in the mirror while putting on his work shoes. This was different from the uniform he wore to parties; that one had a skirt down to his ankles and long sleeves that made him look a lot more formal and professional. Those guests he served had no idea that the one he had on now, that hid nothing to the imagination, and if he were to bend down could cause quite the scandalous display.

"Tsk," he checks himself in the mirror a moment, making sure he looked however the three alphas wanted him to today.

After all, they weren't expecting any guests or visitors today.

His second alarm goes off to remind him to hurry and get started on breakfast.

"Yeah yeah yeah..." he picks up the phone and slips it into his pocket as he starts making his way through the corridors to the kitchen.

Being the only servant in this place was both a blessing and a curse; it meant no one getting in his way, no arguments of which chores someone does or a race to get out of bed. The downside though was that it also meant he had to do everything required of him from getting the grout on the marble floors with a cleaning brush to going up to the attic and dusting it from ceiling to floor.

Akaza does a quick check of his phone for his week schedule; always texted to him the night before Sunday by his employer so that he would know what to expect during the week and as he looks at today's list-Monday to be exact-he sees that after breakfast he needed to clean his employer's office.

The omega felt a shiver down his spine as he squeezes his thighs together. While he knew that the biweekly office cleanse was coming he always got...well both excited and irritated at the same time mainly due to the fact it could take him a while to do it; and not because Rengoku Shinjuro-dono was some kind of neat freak. Akaza took in a deep breath to keep himself from blushing too hard while slipping the phone back into his pocket.

He could worry about the office later. He needed to make the morning meal.

The omega maid rolled up his sleeves and opens the door to get to work.

...

It was well known that the eldest son was a morning person.

While his father was rather grouchy at first light, and his younger brother was always up late working on studying for final exams at university. Unlike them, Kyojuro was a literal ray of sunshine. He was immediately dressed for his student teacher work: white button up, brown pants and a red tie as he kept his fluffy tiger slippers on to walk down to the kitchen for breakfast.

It was such a lovely morning, his favorite kind too: where the warm sunshine peers through the windows and casts its beaming rays of warmth. He could wake up every day to those especially since its the start of the school week and he couldn't wait to see the students; they seemed to like him already since he had started working with the history teacher Urokodaki.

He couldn't believe his luck either, being a student teacher in his favorite subject and helping make teaching more fun for the young minds and hearts of the next generation. Kyojuro takes a moment to stop by the glass of a framed painting, taking a moment to make sure his wild blonde hair with streaks of red was still held in a ponytail and wasn't sloppy looking. With a soft huff of approval, he opens the kitchen doors with a grin.

The smells of grilled fish, jasmine rice, natto, candied sweet potatoes and eggs greets him as his eyes sweep over the kitchen, and then landed on the cause of it all.

There was Akaza, fluffing up the rice in the rice cooker before he perfectly places it in a bowl. Once that's done, he picks up a large pair of chopsticks to pick up the grilled fish on one plate along with the fermented soy beans. Then, the rolled omelet on a second plate that had spinach and ham in it before adding another serving of rice and natto. Then the third plate he gave a large portion of rice, followed by the candied sweet potatoes on top that have the brown sugar glaze drizzle over it, once again accompanied by natto. It was a staple in the Rengoku household.

Gods, you would make such a cute housewife... Kyojuro digs his fingers into his pant legs as his eyes roam over the maid's form.

While he knew this was deeply frowned upon and could cause a scandal amongst their peers, he had no shame as he slowly walks up behind him. Gods he remembered the first day Akaza came to work here, all nervous energy after signing the contract with their father and trying his hardest to not get a single thing wrong.

Now here, he was the definition of efficiency as he reaches out his hands and held the omega's waist. He felt him jolt in his grip just as he had turned off the burners and rice cooker now that the different meals had been plated for the three alphas.

"You look so nice this morning, Akaza..."

"For the love of all that is sacred, do not fucking scare me like that Kyojuro-sama...!" Akaza snapped and turned his head to scowl at the alpha. It only seemed to make Kyojuro smile more with his eyes half closed while leaning down to nuzzle the back of his neck, "Breakfast is finished, go sit down and I'll bring your plate to you while we wait for your father and brother."

However as the maid reaches for the plate, Kyojuro's hand closes over his wrist and gently lifts it up to kiss the back of his hand. Gods how could one omega have such an effect on him? He's never known any other omega to make him feel this way, not even his friends at work or school. Yet whenever he's around Akaza he just couldn't seem to hold himself back.

"Hmmm, I wish for something else for breakfast."

Akaza froze as he allows the other to kiss over his knuckles, "I just finished cooking. You're telling me now you want something else right as I completed breakfast?!"

"No," His other hand slowly slides down Akaza's front, fingers splayed out as they caress over the lacey apron and towards the skirt, "I don't need you to use the stove for this meal, Akaza."

He dips his hand down under the hem of the maid's skirt, slowly feeling over the soft thighs. He gives the slightest grope over them before sliding his hand to the inner thigh just shy of the omega's cock.

"Kyojuro-sama, it's eight in the morning, you can't possibly-" Akaza gasps and shivers softly when the calloused hand cups between his legs, palm rubbing up and down along the underside, causing the omega's length to start twitching. It didn't help the maid's underwear was so thin and lacey as Kyojuro slowly slipped his hand further down.

Akaza gasps when the crotch of his panties is tugged aside, strong fingers slowly tracing over the exposed folds that start to grow wet from such an intimate touch. When those calloused fingers-from years of kendo training in his years of high school that he continued into his college years-slowly part the folds and slowly trace upwards to the little bud.

The maid gripped the edge of the still warm stove, his thighs squeezing around the hand to keep it in place.

Kyojuro chuckled softly as he lazily circles his fingers around the omega's clit. He can feel the way the folds twitch slightly with each careful rub as more and more slick starts to leak out from between Akaza's legs. His breathing has become shaky as he feels the warmth of the alpha's hips pressing against his ass. Gods this man knew exactly what he was doing to him and with how the warmth blossoms from between his thighs and spreads up through his body, he wasn't going to stop him.

After all he was all but grown used to the advances of his employer's eldest son; as well as his employer himself and the younger son.

He gasps as kisses press against the back of his neck before suddenly the fingers pull from between his legs and Kyojuro starts to move down.

"H-hm?!" Akaza blinked his eyes and slowly looked back at Kyojuro when his skirt is pushed up, "Kyojuro-sama what the hell are you-?!"

"I told you, Akaza," He looked up at him now while licking his lips, "I want something else for breakfast."

If it were even possible, Akaza swore he could feel steam rising off his own body while staring back at Kyojuro in bewilderment. Of course he knew Kyojuro loves oral sex-both giving and receiving-but usually he was a bit more mindful to do it where at least they could both be comfortable at least; like the den or the living room where there were couches and love seats!

Akaza opens his mouth to speak up, before suddenly he felt strong hands slide under his thighs and lift him up off the ground a bit, one of his shoes coming off in the process. He looks down at Kyojuro with widening eyes a moment as he opens his mouth to ask what the hell this Alpha was thinking-

-before a warm tongue licked over his folds, the tip of it sliding right over the little bud. Akaza shivers as he is moved over slightly so he wasn't over the stove anymore. Instead he finds himself leaning on the empty counter away from the plates of food he had just put together. His leg is lifted slightly higher for the alpha to get more access; closing his warm mouth over the folds and giving a loud slurping suck.

His clit throbbed from the action as he bucks his hips back to get more of it. No matter how many times his employer's eldest son ate him out or fucked him in this house something about how he always takes his time to make sure Akaza was feeling good, that he was the one getting a lot of attention did things to the maid. Some days he gets to be with Kyojuro all alone in this place when Shinjuro-dono had to go on business trips and Senjuro had a day full of his college courses. He whimpers as he starts grinding his hips over that warm tongue to get that wonderful friction.

"Hhh...hh...hhhh...aaah fuck..." Akaza whisper-yells as he bows his head. He can feel the head piece starting to come undone a bit as more slick stains Kyojuro's mouth.

Kyojuro groaned as he moves to now wrap his arms around Akaza's hips and pull him closer, feeling those thighs press against his cheeks. He groaned as he slipped his tongue inside his pretty maid and listens to the soft cry that leaves him. Gods did Akaza even know what he did to him every time they were alone together? How much he loved making the omega come undone from eating him out and fucking him? He couldn't help himself at this rate especially with how willing the other is.

"Kkk...Kyojuro...please I hafta..." Akaza's voice was breathy, rising in pitch as the walls of his pretty cunt clench around the warm tongue, "the food...gonna get cold...!"

A soft growl leaves the alpha as he digs his fingers into the omega's hips. However a part of him also understood that while Akaza wasn't against the advances on his person, he still had a job to do and he wanted to do it right. Hence without further ado, Kyojuro focuses his attention on the clit as well as the omega's cock that now hung fully hard and aching. Kyojuro wraps his hand around the length as he flicked the tip of his tongue right over the clit, groaning deeply when a moan leaves the pretty maid.

There are times that the eldest son of the Rengoku family was envious of the time his father gets to spend with the maid. Since he only went on trips a few times a month, Shinjuro was always home the most with Senjuro being a close second. It made Kyojuro want to bite and mark those pretty thighs up so no one else would touch them.

He works his mouth more on the omega's folds, not even bothered when he feels a hand grip the back of his head and press his face down.

"Haaaa yesss...yes yes yes...I'm close...close close close..." Akaza bites his bottom lip as his body was starting to grow taut. He could feel the muscles in his abdomen clench as his free hand curls into a fist, "Uuungh fuuuuuck..."

He starts to jerk his hips as the pleasure begins to spread through him. His hips began to stutter and lose their rhythm a moment before the hand on his cock and the tongue on his clit work him harder. He gasps as he arches his back and feels the shivers running through it.

His vision was growing blurry as his body tenses up the moment he feels a particularly firm stroke. The first spurt of cum from the tip is followed by fluids gushing from his cunt and on to the young man's face. Kyojuro wasn't bothered in the slightest as his chin and jaw grow soaked from Akaza squirting, while the omega's cock spurts on to the floor beneath them both.

Kyojuro chuckled softly as he watches him intently, slowly pulling back and licking over his lips. Slowly he wipes the rest off his chin with his thumb and slowly licks it off. His eyes roam over the twitching omega before him; thighs and panties soaked in his own orgasm, his entire form trembling as he recovers from such an intense orgasm. Slowly he gives the maid's ass another firm squeeze before he stands up.

"That was quite tasty, Akaza..." He said quietly as he slowly leans over him, "I hope to get a little further later tonight..."

Akaza releases a shaky sigh, "We...we will...see...Kyojuro-sama..."

The eldest son's eyes narrow softly before he leans down and presses a kiss to Akaza's head just taking a moment to breathe in his unique scent of tsubaki and snow. It always intrigued him when he would take a moment to just take it all in; the fact he just made Akaza squirt from his mouth and hands alone without having to fuck him with his cock.

Even if it meant his brother and father had to wait a little bit to get their food.

...

Honestly, it wasn't the worst thing getting eaten out so early in the day.

He was used to advances like that at this point since he's been working for this family for almost two years now. In the beginning, he was rather hesitant to let them do anything to him; he was a college drop out down on his luck and trying to save enough money to send to his father so he could continue his treatments. Of course, he was desperate enough to sign an agreement that kept his father cared for, housed, and well fed.

Besides, he was no stranger to others wanting sex in exchange for favors.

It could always be worse; he could be working for ugly rich men who disregarded his boundaries, whored him out to friends and work clients and when they were bored toss him aside. Even worse they could send him to a breeding ring or some kind of brothel once they're done, where omegas who couldn't find the work to sustain themselves were sent.

Akaza sighed as he was cleaning up the breakfast plates, pushing those thoughts down; his skirt fixed to hide his little escapade in the kitchen and looking as if he wasn't just eaten out by Kyojuro this morning.

He sighs as he washes the dishes in hot soapy water before placing them in the drying rack, after cleaning up his personal mess. The maid calmly pulls out his phone and looks at the time before he hums.

"Hmm..." he scrolls over the notifications on his screen a moment; deleting spam and checking to see if he had gotten a notification from his employer to come up yet. He sighs softly when he doesn't, "He must be in quite the mood today," He walks calmly over to the table where the three Rengoku's just had their breakfast. He wipes away crumbs and any stains on the table with ease, moving the vase of yellow daffodils to get under before he fixes the table to look as if it was never used.

With another check of his phone, Akaza reaches back to tighten his apron before he takes a slow breath. Then he turns to the keys that hung on the hook and walked over to pick them up.

When Shinjuro doesn't text him on days where he cleans his office that usually meant Akaza was allowed to choose from the supply closet. He walks down the corridor where the walls are painted a light blue with white border around it, slowly spinning the key ring around his pointer finger as he approaches the door at the end of the hall.

Slowly Akaza grips the silver key on the ring, the biggest one that went to the padlock that kept the supply closet closed.

"Hmm...let's see then..."

Click!

Even after doing this more times than he can count, Akaza still wasn't used to the sight that always greets him in this closet.

One one side was the regular cleaning supplies; glass cleaner, mop, bucket, broom, feather duster, vaccum cleaner, plunger and bathroom cleaner. It was perfect arranged and kept together despite how often the items were used to keep everything in order. Then on the other side were things more... personal.

Dark red rope, muzzles, ball gags, leather cuffs, pillories, spreader bars, whips, and other toys used for whatever play waited for Akaza when it was time to clean that space. He swallows slowly as he checks his phone once more to make sure that Shinjuro didn't send him any specific requests. He took in a slow deep breath when there's still nothing. It was always good to check, to make sure so he doesn't grab the wrong things.

When there's still no text the maid turns to the sex toys and began to reach out for the ones he wanted.

...

"No, I already told you the merger is finalized... yes I am absolutely sure, Kibutsuji-sama... no I am not going to change my mind. Good day to you too."

The phone slams down back into it's holder on the dark red mahogany desk. Large windows look out in the direction of the mountains that reside behind the houses of this lovely town, green and lush as the shadows of the clouds can be seen on them. As for the office itself aside from the desk, there was a dark ebony bookshelf with photos, books and a few book ends that had firebirds etched into them.

Shinjuro could feel a minor migraine coming on as he carefully rubbed his temples and sighed heavily. Gods he just couldn't seem to get a break from his job as a negotiator for Ubuyashiki. Not that he minded, but today he had to deal with a rather pushy CEO trying to merge his company with his own employer's. It makes him wish he could go back and time and talk his younger self out of taking this job. it was just so much work, more than he bargained for.

At least he was able to work from home and with his two adult sons in college he at least did it peacefully. He picks up his hot tea off the coaster to blow on it before sipping it slowly. He looks up at his clock before his eyes grow half lidded. Ah, Akaza should be here soon.

Good.

He picks up his phone to see if Akaza had sent him any questions; he knows sometimes when his maid wasn't sure about something he would text him questions to see what he was in the mood for. Honestly today Shinjuro was in a rare mood where he wasn't particularly picky; as long as he got to knot that pretty omega on his desk and then have a clean office then he didn't care.

As he leans back in his chair, he closes his eyes softly and thinks about when he first met Akaza; when he was sitting for his interview, dressed in a pink cardigan over a black shirt and slacks that hugged his legs just so. Honestly he had been the last interview for a maid that day and when he heard about why he needed the job well...Shinjuro couldn't bring himself to turn the lovely omega away and hired him.

What can he say? He had a soft spot for those who wished to help their family.

He also had a soft spot for a pretty face and a unique pair of scent notes that had him imagining the pretty maid on his hands and knees or under his desk.

Tmp. Tmp.

"Come in," He rumbled softly as he clasped his fingers and rests his chin upon his hands right as the door creaks open.

What greets him is his maid, Akaza; holding a duster, wood cleaner, glass cleaner, a glass wiper and other such things to clean the office for him. However around his neck was Shinjuro's favorite muzzle, hanging idly there, the uniform having the buttons undone just so to show the omega's chest and hanging between his legs was a pretty pink tail that he recognized as belonging to a fluffy dog tail butt plug.

Akaza had a slight flush to his cheeks as he slowly bowed his head to his employer; the one responsible for hiring him in the first place while squeezing his legs together. Tucked between his folds, right over his clit, a bullet vibrator was buzzing at the lowest setting against the sensitive bud, while a second one was slipped inside his cunt also at the lower setting. He was trying his hardest not to flinch or twitch too bad as his head is bowed.

"Shinjuro-sama," he said quietly as he places the cleaning supplies down gently in the caddy he was using, "I am here to clean your office as requested."

His eyes roamed over the omega before, taking in the sight while breathing in in the scent of arousal just rolling off his maid..it honestly was so intoxicating at the moment as he licks his lips and leans back in his chair.

"I see..." he hums while stroking along the stubble on his chin and jawline, his shorter blonde hair tied back in a smaller bun, "Leave that there for now and come here, Akaza."

"Yes sir..."

"Ah," he holds up a hand before he motions at the muzzle, "Last I checked, Akaza; dogs don't talk."

Akaza swallowed slightly before he gives a polite bow and slowly tugged the muzzle up over his mouth and nose. He reminded himself of the safe signals, the ones they both made before getting into this arrangement; one tap for keep going, two taps for slow down, three taps for it hurts and four taps for stop. He slowly gets on his hands and knees on the hardwood floor and slowly moves towards the older man.

He made a soft groan from behind the muzzle as he goes around the desk and stops in front of his emplo-...his master. He looks up at him as fresh slick dribbles down his thighs while he slowly paws at the other's thigh.

Shinjuro was quiet a moment as if taking in the tight before him...then he reaches out to gently stroke through the soft pink hair, lightly moving his fingers to test the belts holding the muzzle in place; to make sure they weren't too tight or too loose. Then he gently slides his fingers along the back of his neck before slipping that hands down his front to grope over the omega's chest.

A soft hiss leaves Shinjuro as he cupped one of those nicely rounded tits; giving a soft squeeze and listening to the muffled whine that leaves Akaza when he takes one of his nipples between his fingers and gives it a soft twist. He bucks his hips then and shivers at the slight jolt of pleasure that goes up his spine as he squeezed his legs together. It presses the two vibrators further inside him as he trembles against his master's leg.

"Hhhhh...!"

Gently, Shinjuro moved one of his hands back up to pet his 'dog' watching how his face darkens in a blush, "Hmm..." slowly he leans down, his lip brushing Akaza's temple, "...do you have something for me boy?"

The omega shivers before he reaches into the pocket of his white apron to then slowly hand him the small black remote to the two bullet vibrators.

"My my...for me? What a good boy you are bringing this for your master," He strokes his fingers through his hair more watching how those yellow eyes look up at him, glazed as his face grows darker with a blush, "A good, sweet dog who does what he's told gets plenty of treats you know..." he pulls back a bit so Akaza's head rests on his lap now, looking up at him like he's in the only place he ever wants to be.

He could see his legs shaking, the skirt hiding very little of just how much he was into this. Even the smell of his slick was hard to miss as it fills the entire space up. Shinjuro had to hold back from drooling as he lightly runs his fingers up and down over the settings to choose from while watching Akaza's hips sway slightly from side to side as if to make the tail butt plug move like a wagging tail.

"Does my sweet dog want a treat?" He rumbled softly before he presses the next setting.

Zzzzzzzzzz!

"Mmm mm mm!"

A smirk comes over the Rengoku Patriarch's face as he watches his pet arch his back and raise his hips up higher; the skirt riding up enough to show the lacey panties underneath holding one vibrator in place while the other only had the small wire attaching it to the one against the clit. Akaza's cock was hard as it was trapped between his thighs and leaking down them. He starts to hump the air with each sound that leaves him being completely muffled by that muzzle.

"Ohoho, do you like your treat? Should I give you more? You're such a good dog, Akaza."

The way his master's voice drops to a deep growl combined with the increased vibrations has him trying not to lower his hips to grind them into the floor. He knows it would just be more of a mess for him to clean up once the older alpha had his fun. Still he nods and squeezes his thighs together to press the toys further against him.

ZzzzzZZZZZZZZ!

"Mmm! MMM!"

Shinjuro chuckled as he turns the setting to the second highest setting, "You make such cute noises...and I haven't even gotten to the highest setting yet, doggy," he runs his fingers tenderly through the short hair, eyes growing half lidded as Akaza raised his hips higher in the air as if trying to chase the aching pleasure that is going through him.

He slowly rests his hands on the other's lap, fingers shaking as he looks up at him. it was so much...so much...

With his right hand, he slowly gives two light taps. The hand in his hair paused a moment before the settings are lowered down to the lowest one, making Akaza slump softly in relief. He can feel his own hot breath with the muzzle on, closing his eyes as he slumps slightly and feels shivers up his back. Gods he was really feeling it today. Even after squirting from being eaten out by Kyojuro, he felt oversensitive as if he hasn't been touched in a long while.

Did he crave these men's touch that much by now? Was he growing addicted to it? He wasn't sure which it was but what he did know was the pleasure that pangs through him and leaves an ache in his abdomen.

He breathes shakily as he bats his thick eye lashes.

"Such a good boy, Akaza...my good boy..." he continues the firm yet warm petting on his pet's head, taking in every sound that comes from behind the muzzle he wore. He likes hearing him panting and getting his face overheated from breathing heavily in the muzzle. The face he makes was something Shinjuro had etched into his memory.

Akaza was shivering more softly as he feels the slick dripping on the the floor between his knees.

"Hmm...come on now..." he leans back in his chair and spreads his legs showing Akaza the bulge in his pants that was demanding attention be given to it. Drool fills the omega's mouth when he sees the familiar outline of Shinjuro's cock, shakily reaching up his hands to gently unclip the belt. In between undoing the buckles and slowly reaching for the zipper, Akaza nuzzles the side of his muzzled face against the length.

"Mmm...Mmm..."

"Good doggy."

He looks up as he lightly tugged on the waist band of Shinjuro's boxers and watched the half hard length slip free from the fabric's hold. He feels the drool dribble down his chin and mix with the sweat beneath the leather muzzle. He mewls quietly and his eyes grow hazier looking at the length; one he has had many times yet could never get enough of. He almost wanted to remove the muzzle and wrap his lips around it to feel the weight of it on his tongue and taste the precum leaking from the tip as he has his face fucked.

However he doesn't dare move to remove his muzzle. Not without an order from his Master, not without earning the treat to remove his muzzle and taste him.

Instead it rests against his face as his slit clenched around the vibrator resting against his sweet spot. It yearned for something thicker to fill him up alongside it but again he couldn't do anything without his permission. The other vibrator buzzes away as he squeezes his thighs together with a whine. It was enough to get him hot and bothered but it wasn't enough to get him headed to the edge.

Shinjuro knew this. Knew by how Akaza was looking at him pleadingly while nuzzling and pumping his cock in his talented hands. He could almost hear all that slick as it drips on to the floor.

Suddenly the settings are turned up again and a muffled cry leaves the omega. His hips were bucking back at the empty air that made the dog tail butt plug wag harder as his other hole clenched down around it. Gods, how could he feel so full in one hole yet nothing in the other as he wraps both hands around the length and began pumping it a little more vigorously despite how he bows his head.

"Hhhhmmm..." he whines as he watches the precum from his Master's cock dribble over his hands while he feels like fire was bursting through his body. The pleasure from the vibrators was almost too much at once while white stained over his fingers; oh how he wants to lick it all off.

"Gods you're being so good, so good and obedient. Do you know how happy that makes me, pet?" the head of the Rengoku household licked over his lips, "I bet you would love having my cock inside you. You must feel so sensitive down there from those vibrators and not being able to suck me off, and having your ass stuffed full too..."

Akaza shivers at the filthy words leaving this man's mouth even as he nods in agreement and gives his hips another wiggle. He looks up at him as if he just said one of the most profound truths he had ever heard while his knees threated to cave under him from holding him up on the hard wood. In that moment though he didn't really care; not when he was pleasing Shinjuro. He didn't care about the hard wood flooring or how his slick gushes on to it, he didn't care that he would be cleaning once his Master had cum inside him-his cunt, his ass, his mouth he truly didn't care-and he especially didn't care if those vibrators stayed in him through this entire session or after.

He suddenly feels a hand gripping on to the collar of his maid outfit before he's suddenly being pulled up to rest his hands on Shinjuro's lap. He was panting shakily behind this muzzle feeling his legs threatening to give out; especially when the two vibrators are turned up to the highest setting, making him whine loudly. Akaza's hands grip on to Shinjuro's thighs as he feels his mind going blank.

"Look at what a pretty sight you make, Akaza..." Shinjuro hisses, "I could do this for the rest of the day; have you kneeling before him as I tease and edge you with that vibrator between your legs. But, you really have been a good boy, especially when it comes to being left to choose your own toys for today."

Akaza nodded however he was so focused on chasing after the pleasure the vibrators were giving him he doesn't respond to his words.

As quickly as all that pleasure had washed over him, it suddenly returns to the setting it was last time; right as Akaza holds on to his master's thighs for some kind of purchase.

"Nnngh..hmm..." he blinks his eyes slowly to look up at the man making him crazy.

The master who hired him when he had nowhere to go and no one to lean on, the one who puts a rough over his head with meals and good boy, the one who helped keep his father alive all this time. Akaza closes his eyes when he feels his master's hand gently slip under his jaw and tilt his face up. He was grateful to this man, he owed him so much and while he may not admitted he enjoyed this attention.

Once again fingers card through the soft pink hair as Shinjuro leans over and kisses the top of his head, "Mm, good boy. Now get up on the desk and hike up your skirt..."

Akaza feels his cheeks growing hot at the order before he nods and slowly moves to do as he is told. He climbed up on to the hard wood desk, the skirt being flipped up; showing his soaked panties and the butt plug buried inside him as the two vibrators can be seen through the wet fabric. He rests his head on his arms while spreading his legs a bit further.

"Very nice..." Shinjuro purred as he gently rests a hand on the other's thigh while the other tugs the omega's panties down. He looks at how the omega's wet cunt was twitching around one vibrator while the other rested right over the swollen bud twitching in time with his folds. Then he looks up at the tail butt plug, watching the rim twitch around the silicone toy. He watched Akaza's hips jerking slightly when fresh slick dribbles out of his slit again, "Yes this is very nice puppy..."

He grips on to the base of the plug and very slowly begins to pull it out. A soft whine escapes the omega when he feels the brush against his spot through the wall of smooth skin, before it slips out of him completely with a pop. He shudders at how empty he feels as he squeezes his thighs together in an attempt to keep anymore slick from seeping out.

Then without any warning, strong hands carefully spread open his ass cheeks as his hole twitches from no longer having the toy. The rim was twitching wantonly as if begging for something anything to slip inside as the vibrators continued their work.

The quiet sound of pants unzipping can be heard as Shinjuro opens one of the drawers of his desk to pull something out.

"Look how nice and stretched your asshole is..." a bottle cap could be heard clicking open, that's then followed by cool lube being squeezed over the hole, "Poor puppy, you must feel so empty without that plug inside you..." he chuckles softly as he presses his thumb against the rim to smear and warm up the gel he was using, "I'll remedy that for you soon enough..."

"Mmm," Akaza turns to look back at his master wanting to see his face as his legs spread open further for to give the other complete access.

He couldn't see what he was doing with his other hand but judging by the wet noise and jerking motion of his arm he was most liking lubing up his cock. It makes him shiver as he wiggles his hips enticingly, just wanting to have that cock buried deep inside him and spreading his hole open while his cunt was twitching from all the stimulation. He couldn't stop a soft whimper from leaving him when that cock rests between his cheeks, the tip pressing at the rim teasingly.

Shinjuro leans over the omega slowly, pressing up against his back on the desk. He slips his hands under the unbuttoned blouse of the maid uniform to caress over the smooth and soft skin. He can feel Akaza trembling under him as his hands continue to touch and feel him up before he presses inside of him. A deep, growling moan leaves the older alpha as the snug rim stretches around him with a little difficulty.

"Gods yes...fuck...that is so good...you're such a good boy for me do you know that? A perfect, obedient dog who doesn't care if he takes it up the ass or in his pussy..." he picks up the vibrators remote and switched up the settings this time to the highest one.

Vrrrrrr!

"Ooohmm! Mmm!" Akaza's arms give out as he closes his eyes, "Mmmmmm!"

His mind goes completely blank as Shinjuro sinks his cock in all the way while his clit throbs in time with the way his cunt twitches. He digs his nails into the desk as his breaths hitch and drool seeps through the muzzle. He was finding it harder to breathe as he pushes his hips back.

It was all so much...especially when he feels the alpha's cock sliding over his spots; panting as his knees give out, trapping his omega cock between his hips and the desk. He panted heavily as a hand grips hard on to his short pink hair and pulls his head up as Shinjuro begins to pick up the pace. He can hear the alpha growling deep in his throat.

"Good boy...fuck how long has it been since I last got to fuck you in here? Ah it doesn't matter, doesn't matter your ass still feels so amazing even after such a long while; you clench around me so good...so snug and perfect..." he mouths at the omega's neck, over one of the scent glands with half lidded eyes and making sure the omega could feel his knot against the rim, "It's almost better than your cunt..."

As if to emphasize his point he gives a hard, deep thrust that has his balls slap against the sopping wet folds as he digs his fingers into his hips.

"Mmm...!"

"i should just keep you here all the time. All to myself," Shinjuro nipped at the neck, "You can be my good dog forever here...ah but I would sitll need you to do the rest of this place...and my sons would miss you wouldn't they?"

The pace starts to grow rougher, harder and Akaza can feel his mind starting to blank. The combination of getting his ass fucked, the vibrators mercilessly pleasuring him and his hard cock trapped almost painfully under him was too much for him. His moans become louder, rough, and hoarse as his hands tremble under him. He throws his hips back and chokes when he feels fangs lightly graze along his throat.

Mark? Was he going to mark...?!

He give's a small muffled protest before another thrust almost sends him over the edge.

Shinjuro hisses softly, "Don't think I don't know about them...not that I really mind. After all how can anyone resist this sweet slit and those big eyes of yours? Near impossible...you just love being used and fucked like it's all you've ever been made for don't you?"

He barely responds with little more than a weak buck back on to him as his body shakes under the alpha. He whimpers as he feels his orgasm starting to take hold; his abdomen growing taught as tears of pleasure drip down his cheeks. Just a bit more, just a little bit more and then he would get nice and full of cum...!

"Maybe I'll cum on this pretty uniform you wear...then you'd have to walk around the house, leaking out cum and forced to change into fresh clothes...Senjuro will be back anytime and might see you...Though I don't think you'd be complaining no would you, slut?" he growled into his ear.

Fuck fuck fuck...! Close, I'm close, oh gods he's so fucking deep, fuck it's coming, it's coming...!

His thoughts were a jumble of words as his breathing hitches from the approaching orgasm. Going still in his master's grip, his cock gives a weak twitch as he feels the familiar coiling in his stomach and closes his eyes. He can feel his nails cracking slightly as he grips on to the edge of the desk while his hips jerk back. The familiar warmth of his own cum spurting from his aching omega cock. Thankfully as he pushes his hips back, his cock was freed from between his stomach and the desk as he stains the floor instead of the skirt of his uniform.

Though he didn't worry much with how his mind falls into that abyss of pleasure while he cries out from behind the muzzle. His vision was blurred as everything felt hot around him.

He barely registered Shinjuro's cum filling him up and leaking slowly out the rim. The knot rests just out of the twitching hole, the alpha not wanting to cause any damage to Akaza's body from knotting his hole. After all it could get stuck even with the lube and then that would be quite the problem to explain to a hospital...

Shinjuro didn't dwell on that as he panted heavily, closing his eyes as he holds the other's waist in his hands and bowed his head. He needed a moment, just a moment as his cock pulses with each spurt of cum that comes from him. He shuddered a moment as he slowly pulls back from leaning on the omega's back. His breathing was shaky as he tries to compose himself after such an intense orgasm.

As he breathes he slowly picks up the remote to turn off both vibrators with a soft shudder. He feels Akaza's hips go lax as as body quakes under him; the bullet vibrators sliding out of his slit and on to the floor. Shinjuro stares at him softly a moment as he feels his heartbeat slowing down.

Slowly he knocks on the desk two times: Are you good?

He waited watching the omega with concern on his face. No matter how many times they have fucked like this he wanted to make sure there was no pain and that his maid was at least coherent.

"..." He gives a small snap of his fingers in response: Yes.

For a moment he allows himself to relax and release a breath he didn't know he was holding; the Alpha leaned down and kissed the omega's shoulder before slowly he pulled out of him. A quiet gasp leaves the barely coherent omega when Shinjuro reaches up to carefully undo the muzzle.

Akaza gasps in the cool air of the office even as there are soft welts along his jaw and cheeks. He didn't care as he sniffs and catches his breath. A kiss is pressed to the top of his head before he hears the drawer open again.

"Mmm...?"

"I'm just cleaning you up a bit..."

A cool cloth wipes over his thighs and his cunt gently, cleaning up the cum there before slowly his panties are tugged back up to cover him again. Akaza looks back as his skirt is gently tugged back down over his hips.

"Sir.." He started to push himself up despite how shaky he is, "I'll start cleanign in a...a..."

"Take a moment, Akaza," Shinjuto hisses as he slowly pulls the maid off his desk and gently sits him in his comfortable chair, "There's no rush just rest yourself. You can clean it whenever you can..."

He blinks up at his employer now, slowly coming back from the high, "..Shinjuro-sama you pay me to...to do a service..."

"And you will when I think you took a moment to recover," He gently traces down the maid's cheek, "I'm not going to make you clean after you've just orgasmed."

Gods he was stubborn...stubborn like his late wife was. No matter how hard he tried to convince her to rest and relax, she never could quite do it. However he also knows she was a very independent woman who tried her hardest to get things done when they could be. He always admired her for that...just like he admired Akaza for his bold spirit and stubbornness. It was...cute really...

Gently he rubbed Akaza's back, "Just fifteen minutes. Drink some water and take a breather before you start...and take your time all right? If need be this can be the last chore of your day..."

Akaza stares at him a moment with an unreadable expression before he smiles slowly, "..Thank you sir. Though I'm happy to do my other duties as well as clean the office. But i will take your advice."

Shinjuro smiles slowly before he kisses his head again before he steps out from behind the desk, "Now that that's settled, I need to go and tend to work. You rest for fifteen minutes, longer if you need and I'll leave you to it." He gives another kiss to the maid's head before he turns and picks up his two phones for work as well as his personal one just to make sure he was available.

Though he knows he doesn't care how the cleaning wiil be done; as long as Akaza rested first and didn't push himself too hard then he was happy.

...

The office took a bit longer than he liked to admit.

Even with working in this estate for as long as he has, it could still be a struggle to clean up the office. Especially after having such an intense orgasm that caused a mess around the sturdy desk. Despite being given time to rest and recover before he cleaned, he can feel the soreness in his hips.

Especially when he was bending down to wipe up the floor, leaning over to disinfect the desk and then reaching to put things back how they were before he had his ass fucked and his slit pleasured by those vibrators to near overstimulation.

He throws away the cloth rags he had used to get the desk in the trash, the rest of his cleaning supplies neatly tucked back in the caddy he used to carry them and waiting outside the door. Akaza took in a slow breath before he buttons his uniform back up so his chest was no longer bared. There's a small swell of pride that not a single drop of cum had gotten on his uniform.

After all, he would need to start on dinner soon and clean the halls before that. The maid took in a slow breath and cracked his back before he huffed. Determination came over him as he pulled out his phone to check off the office before he goes to do the daily stuff. He knew if he didn't start on dinner now it wouldn't be ready for when Senjuro came home.

And who knew what the youngest had planned for him.

He starts rolling up his sleeves and starts on those hallways, already smiling as he thinks of the delicious roast he had planned. The meat already has a dry rub of spices and the potatoes all ready to be chopped with the carrots and onions. Then he would wrap it in foil and cook it in the oven for as long as he needed to to get it at the right temperature and then he'd serve it to them with whatever the three men wanted.

With how happy he was, time seemed to go quickly as he finishes the hallways and puts the supplies away. He can't help but feel giddy; he did really love cooking even if sometimes he was grumpy in the morning. However once he knows he has the time to try cooking new things he just felt so much joy and excitement!

He turns the corner then, feeling his mouth water a bit imagining how it was going to look and taste-

"Ah! Akaza-san!"

"Gah!" he trips over his own feet a moment, only for a pair of arms to stop his descent down to the floor. He blinked slowly eyes widening slowly before he looks up to see the gentle face of the younger son of Shinjuro and younger brother of Kyojuro. The engineer major blinks at Akaza worriedly though his glasses, his shorter hair fully up in a small ponytail and tilting his head.

Senjuro gulps a bit, "Are...are you all right Akaza-san?"

Compared to his brother and father, Senjuro wasn't quite as stocky in built. However what he did have was still impressive; Akaza knew there was some muscle showing under his long sleeved shirt and corduroy pants he wore to school. He did train in kendo as well after all as an extracurricular activity and it shows.

"Y-yes, you just startled me Senjuro...you're home early," Akaza looks at him in confusion, "I thought today you had to work on your project."

"Oh! Ah, well one of my classmates had accidentally made his invention explode and cause a fire so we were sent home early and the engineering class will be on hold for a few days. So here I am," Senjuro smiled now a bit, "I hope that's not any trouble for you Akaza-san. I'd hate to be a bother."

Oh fuck me why do you have to be so adorable? "You're not, Senjuro-san, I promise. I've just had a very busy day and I'm about to go start on dinner. It should be ready in a couple of hours."

Senjuro seemed to suddenly perk up before he reaches up to slowly remove his glasses and tuck them in the front of his shirt as he smiles, "I see. Well then once you do that why don't you come to my room Akaza-san? I have something I would really like to try on you and if you have time between dinner then I think it would be the perfect way to make the wait more bearable."

Akaza swallows before he clears his throat. He knew that when Senjuro invites him into his room like this it meant either he genuinely needed his help with a project...or he had something more scandalous planned for him. He knew that the project Senjuro was currently working on was at school so if he had to guess...

Gods dammit... "Of course Senjuro-san. I should have plenty of time once I put the roast into the oven and set the timer on my phone. I'll do my best to be as helpful as I can, okay?"

He was taken off guard when Senjuro takes his hands in his and gives him a genuine smile, "Thank you Akaza-san!" He then leans in slowly to purr into his ear, "I look forwards to see how these results turn out..."

The way his tone shifted and how close he was...it made the maid start to sweat. He knows he can tell Senjuro that it could wait another time especially since he has been eaten out and then fucked like an animal by Kyojuro and Shinjuro. Besides who knew if his still sore hips could take whatever it was Senjuro had planned? Yet he couldn't bring himself to refuse him.

Senjuro was one of the sweetest young men he's ever met, despite how debauched he could be behind closed doors; he always made a point to remember Akaza's birthday, and would go with him when he had to run errands and needed help.

The least he can do is try whatever this was and possibly have some fun with it.

Besides it couldn't be as intense as what happened with Shinjuro earlier.

...

Becoming an engineer was quite the profession to study for. Successful graduates who put their heart and soul into it tended to have many opportunities once they pass especially if they pass with high honors; internships to companies, mechanics, and other such things that he could imagine as he goes over the blue prints for his project.

It's one that was going to effect his final grade once the semester ended. While he works on the blue prints at home, the physical project was in the classroom and thankfully nothing was destroyed or ruined from that fire. He was only half way done it would utterly destroy him if his hard work went to waste because someone didn't properly keep their own work from causing a small explosion.

However while he was looking at the well drawn out project, he was not focused on it.

Senjuro slowly folded the paper up and places it down before he took in a slow breath as his mind goes to more...perverted thoughts. He wasn't the proudest of them and he tended to keep them to himself. After all when people looked at him they saw an innocent, naive younger brother to a popular student teacher and a powerful father. in his honest opinion people could see him however they wanted.

They didn't matter.

The young engineering student turns to the device he had ordered the parts too and carefully put together for tonight; one that he wanted to see Akaza try out.

He feels a shiver run through him as he makes sure to adjust the fucking machine he had made; having a pillory set up in front of it, the two dildos ready and firmly attached while he fiddles with the ring gag he had in his pocket. It was no secret he too had an attraction to the maid.

How could he not? Akaza was such a beautiful person inside and out and an omega on top of it. Everyday was a struggle not to rip open that uniform and pleasure the maid until he was a weeping, pleasure shot mess. It didn't help at times he would come across his older brother or his father having their 'moments' with Akaza and immediately he could only think about wanting to be the one causing Akaza to make those noises...!

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Senjuro looked back and then he smiles, "Come in~"

He could barely contain his excitement when Akaza stepped inside. The maid quietly closed the door and then did a polite bow to him.

"Senjuro-san, dinner is in the oven and will be ready in about three to four hours, so whatever it is you want me to try out please do mind the timer for it set up on my phone..." the maid began to trail off when his amber eyes go to the machine and slowly widen.

Senjuro smiles at him before his eyes had a certain gleam to them; something that most of the Rengoku men shared. Their eyes always seemed to hold some kind of glow to them when they see someone who is the object of their affections. The eyes of the younger brother roam over Akaza a moment before he adjusted the collar of his shirt.

"Please strip Akaza-san."

...

"Hmm...Something smells good."

Kyojuro rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as he steps into the house and pushes some of his hair back; today's classes were...rough to say the least. While he was fond of a lot of his students some of them like to test his patience especially when their usual teacher stepped out to tend to something. Out of all the students he was left to deal with, the one who waned on his patience the most was Inosuke who had decided to try and get into the lunch Akaza made.

Now, normally he didn't mind sharing food especially if one of his students didn't have a lunch for the day.

However, on the days when Akaza would make him a bento lunch before work-which happened only when he had time to cook it and have it ready-he was rather possessive of it. Like how the schoolgirls are of the gifts given to them by crushes or someone they admire. So when he had seen Inosuke eating the delicious looking fried chicken and rice from his bento he may have snapped just a bit.

Hence he was now home after a long talk with Urokodaki who was kind enough to give him a moment to compose himself before they finished the class. After all even if he is in college to be a teacher, this was still a learning experience so his mentor went easy on him.

He goes to the kitchen where the source of the smell was and breathes it in a moment, closing his eyes as he feels his mouth watering a bit.

Gods he loved Akaza's food. He loved how he seemed to put a lot of thought and love into the meals he preps especially when he tries to cater to all three of them at once. Like with breakfast and also with lunches he makes in his spare time. It always felt like he put his feelings into the foods he cooked as well which in Kyojuro's opinion made it all the more better.

The Alpha is about to open the oven when he sees a plate of purple yam mochi waiting for him with a note. He blinks in surprise before he walked over and calmly he picked it up.

Kyojuro-san,

I didn't make these but I remembered you loved sweet potato flavored snacks so here is one so you don't open the oven. I want you to eat dinner when it's at the peak of flavor and deliciousness.

So please enjoy these and let me know if you liked them later.

With Love,

Akaza.

For a moment Kyojuro stares at the note like it was in another language before his brain full registered. His cheeks grow flushed as he swallows and smiles. Akaza was always so thoughtful especially when it came to his food.

..Actually not just especially when it came to food. Notes wishing him good luck at his first day of student teaching, his clothes always being especially pressed and ironed for work before anyone else's, how there's always a treat or a small gift waiting for him when he came home. Kyojuro smiled very gently as he takes one of the mochi and hums happily at the burst of flavors in his mouth.

"Umai!"

...

Fuck fuck fuck fuck...

How long has it been now? Five minutes? Fifteen minutes? An hour?

The machine whirred quietly, nice and smooth as it works to fuck the omega currently taking the two dildos in both his ass and his cunt; slick was dripping out and on to the floor, mixing with the lube used to make the bigger toy slip inside his hole above the twitching slit around the other one. His omega cock had a flesh light around it the device moving at a slow pace, squeezing him with just enough pressure to make him buck but not enough to push him over the edge too soon.

His neck and wrists are held firm in the pillory that's bolted to the floor and keeps him in place for the machines. There's a ring gag in his mouth holding it open as his eyes are unfocused and looking ahead while he bucks his hips back from the pleasure.

It didn't help that he was being watched and could feel the one who put him in this position watching him. His eyes blearily look up as he is rocked back and forth, his thighs shaking as his third orgasm rips through his body. He gasps as he came in the flesh light as his slit squirts fluid at the same time. It stains the floor under him making it a little hard to keep his knees up.

"...Heh."

The omega maid looks up with his eyes blood shot from tears of pleasure, his chin glistening with drool as he clenched down harder on the toys, "Aah...hhh...?"

Senjuro smiles as he sits on his bed; his alpha cock out and pumping is lazily as he watches Akaza having his world coming undone again and again. He was making sure that as he gets himself hard that he didn't cum yet. He had other plans for it as he feels his length throb needily. However Senjuro, out of the other alphas in his family has always been more patient and able to hold himself back.

Granted he was calmly checking the timer on Akaza's phone. He was timing it, making sure that as the maid was losing his mind that when Senjuro would get his turn to cum it would be in that pretty mouth held open.

"You look so nice, Akaza-san," he tilts his head, some of his blonde hair coming loose from the small ponytail, "I could watch you be like this for hours on end...the way your face flushes, as your eyes glisten with such want when you head for the edge, how you're body arches and strains to keep up with it all," he has to stop stroking so he doesn't end up losing it, "it's so beautiful, Akaza-san. Especially as you struggle to please me as well as take your own pleasure."

He hums as he slowly fiddles with the controls of the machine, eyes half lidded when Akaza starts to hiccup a bit. Of course he doesn't worry since now signal was made by the other; he would stomp his feet if he needed him to stop.

Senjuro slowly stands up, his hard on hanging there for all to see as he walks up to the omega. If someone told him he'd be lusting after the maid of his estate like this a year ago, he would be stuttering to refute such a claim. He slowly reached up to caress Akaza's cheek and wipe the tears from it. If only Akaza had worn his eye make up, he thinks it would have looked so pretty dripping down his face,

"Would you like to please me before this session ends Akaza?" he moves to hold his jaw, his thumb gently caressing over his chin, "I know you are very dedicated to making sure we are satisfied..." he then moved his thumb up slowly to slip it into the pretty mouth and caress over his mouth with half lidded eyes. Gods he looked so fucking gorgeous right now. Especially as he slowly stuck his tongue out and let Senjuro rub over it.

He chuckled warmly before he kissed the maid's forehead. Of course he had the dress and the apron removed; neatly folded on the bed as Akaza only had the panties and the thigh highs and garter-belts on, the crotch pushed to the side as he ruins the fabric of his attire.

"Sen-hu-wo..." he whimpered as the young man pulls his hand away before he gently brushes the soft hair back, "Pleash..."

"Mmm? Oh Akaza-san..." he picks up the maid's phone and looks at the timer before he chuckled, "Hmm. Should I fuck this pretty face of yours now? I must say it would make me quite happy to do so and if I were to then you could have an hour to recover and rest before you went to finish preparing dinner...but..." He looked thoughtful, "maybe I want to have you until the time is up...see how fast you can get dressed again and rush to make sure nothing burns..."

Those pretty yellow eyes look up at him, red and puffy from the tears. There's a pleading look on the omega's face though for what was uncertain. Was it to keep Senjuro from going through with keeping the maid here until the last minute? Did he want Senjuro to fuck his pretty face with that gag holding his mouth open nice and wide for him? Senjuro hummed when another weak cry is pulled from the omega before him.

"Hmm...you look so pretty like this, Akaza-san. Plus you've been doing so well using this machine..." gentle hands now move to stroke through the pink hair, listening to him sniff and whimper, "I think I'll be nice tonight. Only because I know how hard you work to make me and my family happy...and you make us so very very happy..."

He slowly presses the tip of his cock just so against the ring, his eyes grow half lidded as he slowly slips the tip just past the soft lips help open. They lightly brush over the hardened flesh that rests on the soft, warm tongue as the machine began to go harder. A weak moan leg the omega and thrums around the length as Senjuro very calmly slips his hand around the back of his head.

Without warning and a smile on his face, Senjuro thrusts his cock fully into his mouth with a grunt.

"Mmph!"

"Aaah, Akaza-san...! Your mouth feels so nice around my cock," the youngest of the Rengoku family tilted his head back and closes his eyes as he slowly begins to roll his hips at a slow, steady pace while closing his eyes, "You have no idea how much I love fucking it...I could have you just suck me off for hours one end or just sit there and warm it as I work...would you like to do that when I am on my spring break? When Chichiue goes off to a convention and Aniue is busy catching up on papers?"

Akaza chokes as the tip pushes down his throat ever so slightly and makes him jerk a bit. His poor cunt and his ass were starting to grow sore as his legs threatened to give out under him.

Suddenly, the hand on his head moves to grip on to the pillory as his lips suddenly touch the base of Senjuro's cock. It wasn't the thickest or the longest he's had-compared to his brother Kyojuro, he was certainly a bit thinner but he still filled his mouth and his throat well enough. It did help he knew how to fuck him raw and hard too when the occasion calls for it.

"You would look so pretty. I might even have you be my pet for the week until Aniue and Chichiue have the time for you again. Of course I'll let you go to do your chores and cook! I wouldn't want you to lose your job, Akaza-san." His hips stop with his cock now deep in the omega's throat, and he hears a gagging sound from the action. He could feel the warm throat flexing around his cock as he looks down to stare at Akaza's pretty, flushed face, "Oh what fun we would have Akaza-san...whenever you please me, I always do so much better in my college work..."

The poor maid choked as he starts to struggle slightly to breathe. His eyes were squinting as the tears blurred his vision and his hands curled by his side despite being trapped beside his head.

Senjuro pulls his cock out, lines of drool still connecting it to the sore looking lips. He slowly grips the wet length and lightly nudges it against the other's cheek almost teasingly as he breathes shakily.

"Hhhaaaa..."

"Shh shhh shh it's okay..." Senjuro gives him a moment to breath, to catch his breath...then he slides his cock back in one fluid thrust and listens to Akaza choke again. He then pulls back just until the tip remains and does it again...and again and again watching how those pretty eyes glisten and struggle to stay open.

He starts to be in sync with the machine as it fucks the pretty maid he lusts after. He can't help it. Akaza was always so respectful, so sweet to him and always making his day easier with less to worry about. He adored Akaza he didn't know what he would do without him here to take care of things in their home. He moans as he thinks about keeping Akaza forever here with them.

Wouldn't that be wonderful? To have the one who has made their lives so so nice and content stay with them? With him? He just wants that more than anything.

He bows his head, feeling his stomach starting to tighten as he grips harder on to the short pink hair and listen to the strained grunts and muffled cries. Judging by how the omega arches his back and pushes his hips back, how his entire body starts to tense, his toes curling hard into the carpet under them both? It was a no brainer he was almost over the edge.

Senjuro growls and closes his eyes as he gives a particularly hard thrust that has his knot pressing at the soft lips, as if trying to push past them and into the waiting mouth.

"Mmm! MMMGH!"

He can feel his knot pulsing hot and ready to keep him inside the warm mouth, to hold this omega in place for a while more even is the machines may not stop. Akaza was shaking-either in anticipation or overstimulation it was hard to say-as his eyes are closed and his body starts to jolt. It was such a lovely sight hearing him in such pleasure even if it was too much. Senjuro bows his head as his cock was twitching; pent up stress from big projects was building up inside him like the pressure of a teapot...!

Gods please...! Don't knot my mouth! It will be stuck ...!

Akaza coughs when Senjuro again pulls his cock from his mouth and throat right as another orgasm rips through him. His poor slit aches from it as his body can only flinch weakly while the waves of near painful pleasure rush through him.

The world turns black for a moment as he slumps his head down and his fingers curl into fists. He barely registers that the machine has stopped as his longue lolls out through the ring gag as he tries to breath and ground himself again even as his mind was blanking while his vision becomes blurry. Then something warm and thick spurts on to his face; dripping through his hair as he weakly lifts his head up to try and make out what's happening.

More gets on his nose and his cheeks, "Uuun..?"

"Gods you look so good Akaza-san..." Senjuro's voice was breathy as he jerks himself off, thick ropes of his cum staining the maid's face, "Hhhaaa fuck I want to knot that pretty mouth so bad..." he pants as he lowered his head and leaned more on the pillory, "Hoooo but you look so much better with my orgasm painted all over your face...huuh..." as the last little drop hits his cheek, Senjuro slowly releases his cock and breathes slowly with his cheeks flushed.

His knot was fully formed as it gives a pulse; as if protesting the owner of it's choice to not sink it into the maid's mouth.

Akaza sniffs a bit as his vision begins to clear before he watches the young man. He tilts his head as he waited for him to come down from the high and collect himself watching how his cock becomes flaccid.

Gods he felt so sluggish. He barely feels the gag being carefully unclipped from behind his head and slowly tug it from his mouth. It stays hung open as moment before he found himself shakily closing it with a small click of his jaw. Senjuro moves out of his sight before slowly the two dildos are pulled out of his two holes. Immediately his legs give out.

"Oh my goodness...!" Senjuro sounded slightly alarmed before the sound of the pillory clicking open can be heard, "Oh oh, Akaza-san are you okay?!"

Gently hands hold his face and slowly help him to sit back a bit..then they manages to keep him from hitting his head on the floor before leaning him against the edge and side of the bed. Akaza blinks a moment, then when he opens his eyes a warm wash cloth is cleaning his face gently before going through his hair. He sniffs slightly before Senjuro kisses the top of his head.

"I'm so sorry, I was too rough wasn't I?" Senjuro sniffles, "Do you need me to take over cooking? Do you want help to your room? I can help you to the bathroom to shower..."

"Shen..." he slurred a bit, wincing at how his jaw clicked and aches from the gag and his face being fucked, "Mm...Senjuro...sama..." he looks up shakily, "...Jus'...gimme a minute...an' I'll...be good ta go...got all the other chores done so...servin' and washin' dishes won't be ta mush.." He doesn't react to hands gently massaging his jaw, the omega purring weakly as another kiss presses to his head.

"..You're too good to us...really Akaza-san."

A weak, hoarse chuckle leaves Akaza as he feels fingers gently rubbing his jawline before moving to gently caress his hair. Senjuro was so sweet after he would wreck him like this though he could do without the slight sniffling and blubbering. Still...what a sweet person.

Besides he knew once he rests a bit and gets dinner all ready he would be able to relax in the shower afterwards. A nice long hot shower before he puts on his pajamas and flopped on to his bed. He took in a slow breath as a warm blanket is gently wrapped around him as his legs twitch slightly. He reaches out to pick up his phone to look at the timer.

Ah good, forty five minutes would be more than enough.

...

Things at dinner seemed normal.

Akaza served the meal-with a noticeable limp but none of the three alphas commented-and he was dressed prim and proper as he stays quiet the entire time. He didn't even bother to listen to the conversation as he takes empty plates to wash and replace with the next course for them. Whatever these three discussed with each other it was no business of his.

Shinjuro spoke of business, Senjuro talked about his projects and Kyojuro...actually as Akaza walked back to his room with the dishes now all loaded and being cleaned, he realizes Kyojuro hadn't spoken the entire time as his father and brother spoke. That was odd for the normally jovial and loud man especially considering he loves talking about the students he was working with or about something that happened on his way to or from work.

To not hear Kyojuro speak was like flowers without honeybees. He actually enjoyed listening to him, listening to all the passion in his voice be it at a fancy dinner held here, talking with his brother about the future, or when he was alone with Akaza. He always liked to talk to the maid whether it's after sex in the soft afterglow or just to spend time with him.

Was something wrong with the food? Was he upset about something?

A frown forms on his face as he opens the door to his room. Maybe Kyojuro just had a long day and wasn't up to talking, especially since he knew how rowdy students could be at this time of year. Even someone with so much energy like him had their limits so Akaza wasn't going to question it further as he limps back to his room. He took in a slow breathe as he finally makes it inside and drops his phone on the bed.

Now that dinner had been served and the others had retired he could finally take a much needed shower and recover properly after such a long day of chores and having the family that employed him ravaging his body every chance they had when he was ready and willing. As good as it all was today he's sure if they wanted one more round with him he was going to pass out.

The black shoes come off first clattering to the floor as the omega then reached down to tug off the garter belts before he tugs down the panties that now have dried cum and slick staining them. He kicks them off his foot before he slowly pulls the thigh highs off his legs. He makes a very quiet groan of relief as his feet crack from being in those shoes all day. The apron soon joins the floor once he unties the bow easily before he unbuttons his dress.

He shivers a bit as cool air brushes against his sore cunt and sphincter, making a little slick dribble out as he closes his eyes.

Just how hard was that machine fucking me? I should ask Senjuro to go easier if he wants to use it again...ah but at least he cleaned me up before I had to go upstairs...

Soon the black dress joins the rest of his clothes before finally he tugs off the head piece and walked right for the bathroom so he can shower and rest. Oh he has been waiting to come back to his room to shower all day and then he could go right to sleep and rest after such a long long day.

The concern for Kyojuro's behavior returns for a moment and he hummed. Perhaps he could make him a treat before work he would enjoy so that his day was a bit better...he sighs and closes his eyes before stepping past the door.

He could think about that when he enters the shower.

...

In all his time alive, Kyojuro has never considered himself a jealous man.

There would always be people with greater skills than him be it in teaching, kendo or other skills. It was just a fact of life and he was very accepting of that especially since he'd rather focus on what he can do than what he couldn't. It's one of the reasons people enjoyed being around him, why the students of his mentor gravitated towards him for his humbleness and his talent of turning lessons into something fun and exciting.

Yet lately this ugly emotion liked to rear it's head whenever he returned home from student teaching. At first he was able to ignore it; after all it was no secret his father and brother were also fucking their maid and as long as Akaza was willing he wasn't going to get in the way.

However, as he now realizes, the emotion has continued to grow stronger and stronger the more he comes home and notices Akaza's limp, the hickies on his neck or the occasional bruised knuckles from rough sex. Tonight his jealousy was beginning to reach a standpoint, especially when he saw that the maid's limp was particularly bad. He adored Akaza.

Just the way he always calmed him down, how he was always so thoughtful, the way he smiles when he sees Kyojuro enjoying something he ate or complimented him on something, when he laughed at a joke even if it was corny, and just so many other moments where Kyojuro felt a warm flutter in his chest. He knows that Akaza is a person with his own will and that he had no right to dictate what the other should do with his life here.

Still he found himself walking the corridors, trying to walk off his emotions and clear his head. He was an Alpha dammit, and an Alpha respects and cherishes those who they need to protect and care for. Even if Akaza was more than capable of caring for himself it didn't stop Kyojuro from wanting to care for him...to give him a home and a place by his side where they could be happy...maybe even...

Kyojuro pushes such thoughts to the back of his mind as he tries to calm himself. As much as he wishes these fantasies of his would come to fruition it currently wasn't plausible. As much as his father liked Akaza, he was still in their employ and if Kyojuro were to marry him now it would raise a lot of questions...so he enjoys every moment that they can have together in the privacy of the estate, away from judgmental eyes.

He stops before the maid's door that was slightly ajar; open enough that the future history teacher can see inside and see the clothes that were a wrinkled pile on the floor.

"...Akaza?"

...

The water was absolutely heaven on his aching back and hips as he tilts his head back to let it all cascade down his body; washing away the mess left his employer and his two adult sons down the drain. He can already feel the stress and the tension leaving his shoulders as he closes his eyes and just allows his mind to wander as he lathers his hair with shampoo that smells of cherry blossoms.

His thoughts went straight to Kyojuro.

Akaza sighs as he steps back under the spray of water and lets the soap wash away as he thinks about him; how he ate him out so nice today despite it taking place before he was expected to bring food out. How was he so good with his mouth of is? Did it come from being such a loud person who had a class to keep the attentions of? Or was it because he ate slit like he ate food?

Gods he could be so vigorous when he put his mind to it. Akaza took in a slow breath as he replays the morning in his head and bites his bottom lip when he can feel a heat pooling down between his legs. When he thinks back on it he wishes Kyojuro had slipped his cock inside of him or let him get under the table before the other two has come down and give him a proper blow job.

He shakil touches his mouth and blushes deeply. He can't remember the last time he had Kyojuro's cock inside his mouth.

"...Fuck.." he hisses when he can feel his own cock twitching while warmth spreads through his cunt. His breathing is shaking as he slowly starts to touch over his own body. Dammit he had just had a bunch of orgasms a while back why was his body still reacting like it hasn't been touched for over a decade?

The omega maid slowly leans against the wall while quietly gasping, his back to the glass sliding door as he squeezes his legs together. Even through the warm water spraying down on him he could feel the slick gathering against as shivers run up his spine. While he did enjoy being dominated by an older man like Shinjuro and he loved how creatively kinky Senjuro could be there's something about Kyojuro where even the man doing the most vanilla things makes Akaza wetter than before.

He should let his slit rest, to turn the water to cold and stop the arousal that was now spreading softly though his thighs, up to his belly.

The spray of the water keeps him from hear the foot steps that now were approaching him. Though even if he had hear them in that moment he wouldn't have done anything to stop it. Not as he feels the familiar brain fog start to take root in his head.

Reality crashes when the door is suddenly pushed aside and Akaza is startled from imagining Kyojuro fucking him in the mating press on the dining room table and looks back with wide yellow eyes at the man who was just on his mind. The steam wafts out at the barrier of glass no longer keeping it in or forcing it to go over. Any protest that was in the maid's throat dies when he sees Kyojuro's face.

The Alpha was still in his work clothes despite no longer needing them on. His long blonde and red hair hung loose from it's usual ponytail as some of the spray gets on his white button up and his khakis. He was in his bare feet as his eyes were unseen from beneath the bangs.

He should be snapping at him; after all Kyojuro had come in here uninvited, without warning to his personal bathroom. He knows he should make Kyojuro step out and leave especially since he had a busy day tomorrow. After a day of so much rough sex he shouldn't chance one more bout.

Akaza was never good at taking orders. Even from himself.

"..Kyojuro-san-"

A sharp gasp leaves the maid as he finds himself being kissed deeply with the water now spraying over Kyojuro's head and hair, cascading over his white shirt and brown pants to soak through them. The alpha didn't seem to care as he slides his hands up to hold Akaza's face and deepen the kiss. A soft sound left the omega as hands slide along the alpha's back to try and find something to hold on to.

His hands shake as his fingers dig into the white fabric as he feels the bulge through those snug pants Kyojuro wore. He shivers as he moves to raise up one of his legs to slip around the alpha's hip and pull him closer. It makes him purr as his slit twitches in anticipation while any form of reasonable thought was put on the back burner. The kiss grows deeper Kyojuro'a strong hands slip under Akazan's thighs and lift him up off his feet and press him against the wall.

"Mmm!"

The kiss breaks as Kyojuro looks up at him with his warm eyes. Those eyes that made Akaza blush his first day working here. Those lovely eyes that always held warmth in them no matter what. The ones that twinkle softly like a pair of twin flames when the other was excited, angry, manic, happy. The man's emotions were always open and present for Akaza to see no matter what.

Akaza can barely register the sound of a pant zipper being undone or the soft click of being unbuttoned before he gasps. He could feel the tip rubbing just so over his folds as his legs hung limply on either side of Kyojuro's hips. Even being turned on he was still sore and weak from earlier. It did help that he was being held up but how long before Kyojuro wanted him to do something to keep a hold on him?

"Uh..uh..."

"I've got you," Kyojuro's voice was so soft, so gentle as he leans over him, "I've got you Akaza...I know you're sore, let me...let me take care of you...just relax and I will do the work tonight..."

A blush spreads over his face at the soft words. It makes him nuzzle his forehead to his, releasing a heavy sigh. How was it that Kyojuro seemed to always know when he needed someone to just take care of him? Be it with sex or just wanting to be pampered where he didn't need to get out of bed or have to do too much for a day.

Akaza tilts his head back against the wall to expose his throat as slowly he sinks down on the alpha's cock. He shivers at the stretch closing his eyes as his slit twitches around the other. He releases Kyojuro's wet shirt to instead hold his head when the alpha kisses his throat before nibbling on it. He can feel those strong hands adjusting their grip before lifting him up a bit more so he had a better angle to thrust up into him.

"Kkk..." He gasps at the first thrust that slides over just the right spots. His breathing hitches as he closes his eyes before a whine left him when he rolls his hips up again, the again and again until he had a steady rhythm. The omega buries his face into the wet hair as he feels a warmth spread through his abdomen; something soft and making him melt on the inside rather than the feverish blazes from earlier.

The kisses to his neck move up under his jaw until he kisses him on the lips; soft and slow in a way that makes Akaza go limp a moment and let the other have full control. Even as the water starts to go from hot to lukewarm Akaza could care less as he loses himself in the softness being shown to him. He didn't care that he was completely naked while Kyojuro was mostly dressed. He didn't care that it would be a hassle to get the soaked clothes to the laundry in the morning.

All that matters was that Kyojuro was making him feel nice and soft to the point he didn't even notice the soreness anymore. Without thiny startsking the omega reaches out and gripped the wet shirt to pull it open; the buttons popping clean off and littering the soaked floor under them. The white button up then is thrown aside as the shower hits the eldest son of the Rengoku house's bared skin. The pants were quick to follow as they hit the floor and are kicked back and away.

"Kyojuro..." he whispers softly then blinks when he sees the other pull back and look at him, his thrusts begin to grow more shallow as he raises him up against the wall more.

There's a look in his eyes that makes Akaza shiver. His eyes are warm and he slowly leans up and nudges his head against his jaw, "Kyojuro...I can..."

"I told you..." the alpha cuts him off before he kisses his temple, "I've got you...I'm taking care...of you..." his voice was strained as he started to go a bit harder; deeper as the tip presses at that one spot..!

His cheeks grow flushed as he whimpers from the pleasure that slowly winds through him. Especially when Kyojuro moves one of his hands up to rub slow and soft at his sensitive clit. He shivers as his entire body starts to shake. Gods why did he have to be so good at this? Why was he so good at making him feel so soft and safe while also fucking him against the wall?

Is makes him want the alpha more than ever to be his mate.

It was stupid to think that someone of his status-his employer's son for the love of the gods-would ever want him as a mate but deep down Akaza knows he wants it more than anything. However as he was kissed again a little more fervently, it becomes easier to pretend that they were mated. Easier to forget the reality outside this space and lose himself in the softness.

He can pretend for now.