My Dear Minister

This chapter is a big confusing so just bare with us

Clopin stretched as he watched his new wife dress. She looked good putting clothes on, she looked good taking them off. She looked good with them on, she looked better with them off.

"Don't you have to go to work too?" she asked.

"In a minute," he said. "I'm enjoying myself."

Esmeralda pulled on the rest of her clothes and grabbed some pastries she had baked the night before, tossing one to Frollo, who lay in in the corner of their bedroom in his little pet bed.

He was lucky to have it, Clopin thought. If he didn't like Esmeralda so much, he wouldn't have let her dote on Frollo so much.

Esmeralda left and Clopin decided it was time to get up. As he pulled his tunic on, he grabbed some leftovers from dinner off the table. He whistled, waving it in front of Frollo.

Disappointingly, Frollo just stared at him sadly and went back to his cookie.

"Give me that!" Clopin yelled, snatching the cookie away from Frollo. He set the cookie on the table, out of Frollo's reached and finished dressing before leaving for work.

Something has to be done about those two, Clopin thought.

***
Esmeralda returned later that evening. Dinner was made, but seemingly abandoned on the stove.

She walked into the bedroom and was immediately grabbed around the waist. She nearly screamed, but stopped herself as she noticed it was Clopin.

He kissed her lightly on the cheek before moving his attention to the other person in the room. "Show Esmeralda what I got you," he ordered.

Esmeralda gasped as Frollo unhappily uncurled from his unhappy ball in the corner. He neck near the chain was heavily bruised and cut in a few places, apparently having gotten into a fight with Clopin and possibly been visited by Moritmer. As Frollo spread his legs slightly, Esmeralda could see Clopin had fastened a leather belt around Frollo's hips, attached to it was a metal cage to hold his cock down, the metal firmly around his flesh and the whole thing fastened with a giant lock.

"Clopin, what is going on?" she asked, finally noticing he was nude.

"I've put a little lock on our minister." Clopin said. "You've been getting a little too...." Clopin paused trying to think of the right word to use. "Accustomed to having him all the time and he's liking you a little too much. I want some time alone with you wife, and he's not going to interrupt unless I say so."

"He doesn't look well," Esmeralda said as Frollo curled back up in the corner to sulk.

Clopin raised an eyebrow at her. "He's never looked well" He said. "He's fine."

"Are you sure?" Esmeralda asked, tracing a fingertip along Clopin's jaw.

"Oui." Clopin said smiling as her finger ran down to his goatee.

"Did you have anything specific planned then, oh husband of mine?"

Clopin smirked. "Tonight is yours." Clopin said. "I am you're slave." He nudged her his his chin slightly before moving to kiss her neck.

Esmeralda grinned.

Neither of them noticed Frollo shifting in the corner, who was curious as to what was going to happen.

Clopin ran his hands over her body a moment before stepping away from her slightly.

Esmeralda turned around and grabbed her husband's hands in one of hers and pulled his face closer. "Does this mean I should be gentle... or rough?"

Clopin smirked down at her. "What ever my mistress desires."

"Then I want it to be a surprise," she said, pulling his arms over his head and turning him around. Dragging him backward, she moved to her private box of toys for all such occasions. She unlocked it, fumbling with one hand, and pulled out a length of rope and began tying it around her husband's wrists.

Clopin smirked. He hadn't expected this but he wasn't disappointed by it. Then a sudden thought came to him. "If you're thinking of tying me up so that you can try to unlock Frollo then you're going to be disappointed. Only I know where the key is."

"And let the fact that I've already tied you up go to waste?" Esmeralda said, checking the bonds to make sure she did them right.

She rummaged around in the box for a moment before getting a wonderful idea. She shoved Clopin on his stomach, not wanting him to have any chance of seeing what she was preparing.

Clopin made a noise as if he'd been hit as his chest hit the ground. He pulled at the binds but found himself unable. He looked over at Frollo. The minister was finding this a little too amusing.

Esmeralda shoved a long, lubed finger inside Clopin and wiggled it, testing for his reaction.

Clopin tensed, his mouth open in a silent scream of shock as the finger invaded him. He moaned and pushed back on her finger as she moved it.

Esmeralda added a second finger, and soon a third, pulling them apart slowly and wondering if Clopin knew what she had planned.

Clopin squirmed beneath her as she moved her fingers inside of him.

Esme pulled her fingers out and leaned forward, kissing Clopin down his spine. She reached into the box of toys and pulled out a long hard object. Clopin tried to see behind to him to see what it was before she pushed the dildo against his puckered hole slowly pushing it inside of him as she placed a long kiss on his tailbone.

Clopin moaned, his hands going into fists above his head and struggling against his bonds.

Frollo couldn't help watching as Esmeralda moved the dildo in and out. He squirmed as the chastity device Clopin had struggled to put on him was doing its job. Added to that discomfort, he didn't even know why he was interested in the scene before him in that way.

Clopin moaned and closed his eyes tightly as Esmeralda pushed it into him deeper.

Esmeralda moved closer, straddling Clopin's legs, and sped up with the dildo. She moved her hand under him to play with his balls.

Clopin moaned and pushed back against the dildo as Esmeralda pushed it in, the end of it going all the way in.

Esmeralda held it in as far as she could push it, wondering who'd tired out first, her with her arms or him with his ass. She shifted the dildo around inside of him, tempting him to stop resisting her.

Clopin moved onto his knees, his hands still on the floor above his head as he pushed the dildo out of his ass giving Esmeralda back the toy to play with.

Esmeralda pulled the dildo out completely. She fumbled behind Clopin for a long time. Clopin couldn't see behind him, but Frollo had a perplexed expression and finally a large smirk. Suddenly, the dildo was back, but this one was different. It was a bit larger Clopin could tell as the head was pushed into his as. Clopin groaned in slight discomfort as it was slowly pushed into him. There was a moment of shock when Clopin felt Esmeraldas hips push against his ass. There was a belt around her holding the dildo to her.

Clopin moaned in discomfort as the strap on stretched him farther than he had been before.

Esmeralda didn't respond. She pulled back and thrust forward awkwardly, repeating again and again, slowly finding a rhythm and wondering if men ever had such problems.

Clopin soon became accustomed to the size of it and pushed back against her slightly. He moaned and shivered as she hit his prostate. "By Mary's Bloody Thighs!" Clopin cried out as he tried gripping the ground above him.

Frollo glared angrily at him, but Clopin just smiled.

Esmeralda leaned on Clopin's ass and gripped his hips as she sped up, going as fast as she could. She moaned happily herself, loving the feeling of getting her husband off this way.

Clopin struggled against his binds. He wanted to touch himself. To stroke his aching cock. White fluid pooled slightly on the floor beneath him, the precum dripping from his cock.

Esmeralda pulled his ass up, the dildo still inside, and grabbed his cock, stroking it for him. This time she wanted him to cum whenever he felt like it. She resumed pumping into him as fast as she could and moaning.

Clopin writhed against her and looked to Frollo, a wicked smirk on Clopin's face as Esmeralda touched him. He knew the minster wanted Esmeralda to touch him like this. Clopin could see the result of Frollo's need through the metal of the chastity belt as the former minister began to squirm, struggling to find a way to be comfortable while in the same room.

Finally Esmeralda noticed Frollo, who now had his hands between his legs. "If you're not going to play nicely with us, we're not going to let you play with it at all," she said.

Clopin moaned and tried looking at Esme over his shoulder as she paused.

Esmeralda went back to thrusting into Clopin. "Oh I love this," she said. Two men helpless to resist her and completely incapable of at all satisfying themselves replaced any need for her own toy to get off with.

Clopin moved against Esmerada riding the toy around her waste and thrusting his hard cock into her hand. He moved onto his elbows and tried to pull at the ropes with his teeth trying to get them undone.

Esmeralda enjoyed Clopin trying to shove himself against her, almost begging for more, until he started chewing on the ropes. She move her hand from his cock and pulled his hair until he couldn't reach the ropes with his teeth anymore. "If you break my toys, I'm going to break yours, and you know which one I'll break first," she said, still thrusting.

Clopin looked over at Frollo who, through worsening pain and discomfort, wondered if he thought Clopin's disobedience would be good for him or bad.

He moaned at the feel of her hand tugging on his hair wishing she'd touch his cock again. He was so close it was killing him.

"My hand's not going back where you want until you agree to leave that rope alone... and there's at least one other toy I can play with without you... you didn't lock away everything fun about him."

Frollo smiled at Clopin's pain. Served the man right. He knew Esme wasn't doing it as revenge for the way Clopin treated him but it was good enough a punishment anyway Maybe now Clopin would understand what he felt.

Clopin smiled and bit his lip. He wanted to take the ropes off but knew better. "Harder," he said. "Please."

Esmeralda knew her husband would have specified whathe wanted if he cared. She wrapped a lock of hair around her hand and grabbed the rest an pulled viciously, using it to brace herself as she rammed into him as hard as she could repeatedly, trying to go deeper with every thrust.

The only thing on Frollo's mind, other than trying to alleviate the pain, was wondering why he enjoyed watching anything like this. It was completely different than just seeing Esmeralda take revenge--or at least he could imagine it was-- on Clopin, and he shouldn't be enjoying it at all. Technically he shouldn't be enjoying anything either of them did to him, but he did. Ashamed, he tried to pull himself from between the bars of the cage on the chastity belt, but even that touch just excited him even more. He wondered if this was how Clopin felt, stuck between pleasure and pain and unable to do anything about either, and even the slightest touch just increased both.

If he weren't so distracted, he'd be afraid that Esmeralda might try to same punishment on him, or even Clopin might to vent his pain or just to excite himself further, but he couldn't think of anything but wanting Esmeralda to grab him as she had grabbed Clopin earlier or Clopin to release him, even if it meant the further shame of satisfying himself in front of the gypsy in exchange.

Clopin moaned as she thrust into him harder and faster her hand stroking his cock in the same rhythm. Clopin writhed beneath her and looked to Frollo. "Come here." He said.

At first Frollo was too scared, thinking only about the pain the chastity device was causing him and how Clopin had to get help from Mortimer, only to let the man play with Frollo as a reward, but Clopin had insinuated that he'd be released if Cloping allowed. Maybe Esmeralda would convince Clopin to let her have him, or at least keep Clopin gentle.

Awkwardly, with his cock straining against the chastity device, but the device not budging at all and forcing it between his legs, Frollo crawled over to Clopin.

"Lay on your back." Clopin ordered. "You're head there." He said looking down at himself. He closed his eyes and moaned as Esmeralda hit an overly sensitive spot. "Now!"

Frollo knelt down underneath Clopin and leaned back as Esmeralda let loose of Clopin's hair momentarily to pull him towards her, positioning Frollo just under Clopin's cock before she went back to pulling on Clopin's hair.

Not knowing what Clopin really planned, Frollo spread Clopin's thighs and took the head of Clopin's cock in his mouth and began sucking. He hoped that if he couldn't earn the chastity belt taken off, then at least he wouldn't be punished.... or not as much. Maybe Clopin would remember to feed him.

Clopin's eyes widened in shock as he felt Frollo's lip wrap around the head of his cock. He looked down at him. "Did I say you could do that?" Clopin said. "I said lie down!"

Frollo immediately took his hands and mouth away. He had no idea what was going on, and so the only reaction he could think of was to cringe against the floor.

Clopin moaned again as Esmeralda continued to pound into him as she stroked him furiously. It wasn't long before he tensed as pleasure wracked his body, his cum splashing out onto Frollo's face, running down his cheeks. He pushed the tip of his cock against Frollo's lips urging him to now take him into his mouth.

Tentatively Frollo pushed the tip of his tongue out to lick the head slightly, the minister wincing as cum slipped in his mouth as he did.

Clopin pulled out of Frollo's mouth. "Get away from me you filthy prig!" He exclaimed, no longer as in need for the mans services.

Frollo had touched him without being told this called for punishment. But not yet.

Meanwhile Esmeralda pulled out of Clopin, and wondered what to do next. She could take at least one of the men now and satisfy herself, or she could build on the anticipation and renew the rush of feeling she felt before. She decided on the latter and shoved Clopin so he was sitting on Frollo's stomach. "Maybe its time to share, Clopin," Esmeralda said as she cleaned the dildo off.

Clopin pushed himself off of Frollo and started to pulled the ropes loose with his teeth. "You can have him," Clopin said. "But I'm not taking the belt off."

"You're going to have to soon, he's almost bleeding" she said, rubbing slick oil on the dildo and moving towards Frollo. She spread his legs exposing him to her. "And give me that, stop trying to break my things!" she yelled, grabbing the ropes around Clopin's arms to the side.

Before she actually began untying the knots, she slammed right into Frollo, who let out a loud shriek. She didn't move, she waited for him to get used to something inside of him first. Frollo whimpered and began to sob, tears mixing with the cum on his face as Esmeralda untied Clopin's bonds.

Clopin rubbed his wrists when he was finally free and moved to the bed. He plunked himself down on the bed and leaned against some pillows, his legs sprawled out before him. His limp cock rested against his abs as he moved one hand behind his head, his other on his stomach.

With his absence, Esmeralda was growing bored with only one man to torture and he was already crying. She detached the dildo and began removing the straps from her hips. She pulled the dildo out and let Frollo curl up into a ball and cry harder.

Esmeralda contemplated what to do, neither man looked very fun right now and she wanted someone to give her some fun. Then she got an idea.

She curled up next to Frollo and hugged him. She began whispering in his ear and soon he began to calm down.

Clopin raised an eyebrow in curiosity. He was expecting a little show from the two. Not to watch them cuddle.

For a few moments, Esmeralda just spooned the frightened former minister, petting his arm. Soon, though, she kissed him on the cheek and the two went behind the curtain that separated the bedroom form the rest of the tent. After another moment, Clopin could hear giggling and then a moan from Esmeralda, the source of which was hidden from view.

Esmeralda's moan sent a wave of heat straight to Clopin's groin. He moved that hand that was resting on his stomach up over his chest before moving down towards his cock as another moan came from behind the curtain.

Esmeralda continued to moan, long and loud, each broken up by a moment or two of silence or giggling.

Clopin paused just before he reached his now hard cock. Why is she giggling? Clopin wondered. He stood up and moved towards the curtain.

"You are so cute like that," she said from the other side of the curtain.

"You know I have a half a mind to be offen-" Clopin paused as he opened the curtain and saw the two before him.

"What?" Esmeralda asked innocently. She was till naked, but leaning back and holding a piece of meat from the dinner left on the stove on a serving fork, sauce dripping on her breasts form it. Frollo on the other hand had quite enough today and backed away from leaning forward to eat the meat off the serving fork and almost tried to hide int he corner if Esmeralda hadn't grabbed his leash first. "Clopinl you're scaring him!" she scolded.

In truth, feeding Frollo had been the solution to her problem. She wanted power and being in charge of his food gave her a good amount of power over him. On his knees, restricted from using his hands, and in exchange had to slowly lick anything that dripped on her until she was clean before he could eat anything else. She'd also cleaned up his face and he showed gratitude like a puppy that wanted to be by his owners feet for giving it lefftovers. If Clopin had any clue, he'd know why Esmeralda told him to play nice so often.

Clopin stared at the two a moment. "What are you doing?" Clopin asked. His voice was calm though he was noticeably mad.

"Well, I was giving him dinner, but now that you've scared him you've ruined it," Esmeralda complained before addressing Frollo. "Come here," he said and petted his head as he leaned close, though keeping a frightened gaze on Clopin.

"Ruined what?" Clopin asked. "I've told you before he gets fed when I say so." He moved forward and took the plate of food and put it out of Frollo's reach.

"Fine," Esmeralda said, picking up the plate and again trying to feed Frollo, but he was still too scared of Clopin. "What, I'm not going to feed him at the table. Do you want to feed him?"

Clopin stared at her clearly not amused as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"What do you want, then? I can feed you first."

Clopin rolled his eyes. "What I want... is for you to treat me like a husband and not fawn over him all the time!" He said before moving back into their bedroom disappearing behind the curtain.

Esmeralda shrugged. She'd dealt with similar situations before... loosely similar.

"Here," she said softly, putting the plate down where Frollo could reach it. "Stay! Even after you're finished with it." she ordered.

Esmeralda stood up, petting Frollo's hair one last time, and walked into the bedroom.

Clopin lay on the bed with his hose now on sewing one of his puppets. He didn't look up as Esmeralda entered.

"Clopin, you can't starve pets into doing things, it's not going to work," Esmeralda said.

"Oui, too bad I'm not starving him." Clopin said still not looking up at her. "He ate just before you came home and that's more than what he deserves."

"That does not count as feeding him!" Esmeralda said. "You can't train dogs that way, you can't train him. I told you I'd take care of your pets for you, and now you're complaining about it. Are you going to get jealous if I pet someone's cat?"

Clopin looked at her his eyes narrowed at her. "Fine." he said. "You want him so bad?" He pulled the key to Frollo's belt and tossed it to her. "Take him and get out. Seems to be the most important thing to you anyway isn't it?"

"Clopin!" Esmeralda said angrily. "I told you, I don't want him without you. He'd make a great pet someday if you quit kicking him, but that's all. People don't marry pets. You're the one I'd actually let argue with me, not him."

Clopin scoffed and went back to his sewing. "Most people don't prefer to have sex with their pet than their husband either" he muttered under his breath.

"I heard that," she said. "And I do not. I like him either with or after you. He's barely any fun otherwise. You can't go around having sex with him and your friends and tell me not to--" Suddenly Esmeralda got a frightening idea. "You didn't agree to marry me just to tell me who I can't sleep with, did you?"

"That's very woman of you to twist my words and thoughts to come to you're own conclusions." He said. "And if I do need to answer that then this marriage isn't going work. If I haven't proved to you by now the reason why I asked you to marry me, even before I asked you..." Clopin stopped his sentence and shook his head tears brimming his eyes but he blinked them back.

"How can you say any of those things?" Esmeralda said, crying herself. "I'm not good enough to even ask you questions! You and you're stupid pet! I knew you liked him better than me!" Esmeralda wanted to storm out, but as she got madder, she also felt worse, so instead collapse where she was and started crying, her face against her knees and pulling her legs as close as she could.

"What are you talking about?" Clopin asked confused. "I meant clearly I haven't done enough to prove to you that I love you." He said. "That's the reason I married you. It had nothing to do with sex or how beautiful you are or how many men you've slept with or haven't slept with." He said. "But tell me the truth. Had I not put the belt on him, would you have wanted me?" He asked. "Just me."

"I only wanted to play with him because you got to," she cried, her tears lessening.

"Esme." He paused. "When was the last time we actually got some time alone?" He asked. "I, as you put it, 'play' with Frollo cause I don't like him. Not because I care for him. I hurt him not love him. You fawn over him like a kicked puppy. More often then not you're with him feeding him or doing what ever it is you do with him."

"Then it is true, he is more important to you than I am!" she said, sobbing harder. "How can you possibly blame me for wanting to have as much fun as you when you'd feel better if he as dead anyway?"

Clopin stopped his sewing and put it down on the floor next to him. "What do you want?" He asked. His voice wasn't angry but calm almost defeated. "What is it.... that you want from me? You want Frollo? Have him. You want him dead, I'll kill him." He said. He heard a small noise come from Frollo from the other side of the corner and for once he didn't get any kind of thrill out of scaring the man. "You want money I'll work harder." He sat up on the bed and looked at her. "You want me to leave I'll leave. I'll give you what ever you want." He moved in front of her. "I'd give you the stars if I could. I'd give you my life. But I don't know what you want from me! All I want is for you to be happy and I thought that by asking you to marry me I'd be able to do that but clearly I've made you nothing but miserable. If I've hurt you in the past I'm sorry, I know I've hurt you now and I'm sorry for that too. But I have to know what you want, Esmeralda, for me to be able to give it to you."

Esmeralda didn't know what to say at first. She liked Frollo, but she also liked hairbrushes and dolls while she loved Clopin. She didn't like the way Frollo was treated, but she had nothing against using him as a pet. "I just thought it looked like fun with you and your friends."

Clopin sighed and ran his hand over his mouth and goatee before moving back against the pillows and picked up his sewing again.

"If you really feel like that about me and him, I can go liv ein my own tent from now on," she said, sniffling, She was all cried out by now.

Clopin sighed and threw down the puppet again. There really wasn't anything wrong with it he just wanted to keep his hands busy. "You know that's not what I want. I just want to know what you want. Are you happy with me?"

"I don't like you being so jealous," she answered, not looking at him. "But it's not like I like him at all... not in that way."

Clopin paused and bit his lip as tears sprang to his eyes again. "You didn't answer my question." He said quietly. "Are you happy with me?"

"Not now... but the rest of the time I was."

Clopin looked away from her. He didn't know what to do or how to react. What to say. He had already apologized, he had already told her he'd do anything for her, give her anything. He, for once, was at a loss.

Esmeralda stood up and wiped her eyes. She gathered up her clothes from the floor and kissed Clopin as she put her skirt on. "I love you," she said, and walked out of the room as she put her blouse on. She left the tent, trying on her corset.

Clopin clenched his fists as Esmeralda left the tent anger welling inside of him. This was all Frollo's fault. If it wasn't for him this fight would have never happened.

Clopin stood up quickly and entered the main part of the tent. Clopin looked around the room for Frollo and found him hiding in the corner of the tent. If looks could kill Frollo would have been tarred, feathered, drawn and quartered a few times over.

Frollo just stared back at Clopin. He'd never seen the gypsy so mad at anything before and was too scared to even blink.

Clopin stormed over to the man and threw him to the floor in the middle of the room.

"Esto es todo lo que estás culpa! Si no fuera por que esto hubiera ocurrido nunca!" Clopin punched Frollo in the face.

"Usted sucio pedazo de tierra! Usted es inútil! Usted arruinar todo lo que toque! Debo matar para que incluso los actuales!" Frustrated tears ran down his cheeks as he continued to beat Frollo.

"Quis? Ego operor non agnosco," Frollo replied. He assumed the man would be just as confused as he was... probably less. Frollo could figure out half of what Clopin was saying, but had no idea how he warranted such a beating over the argument. He sounded strange from the broken nose Clopin had just given him and wondered if the man would understand any of it.

Clopin picked up the white whip that sat on one of his puppet chests and brought it down on Frollo's skin once, twice, three times. The lashes leaving long red marks along his skin.

Frollo couldn't move. He couldn't even scream. He was in too much pain. He just grit his teeth and tried to breath past the blood in his nose, his jaw clenched hard almost to the point of hurting himself further.

Clopin moved to hit Frollo again and paused his arm going slack at his side. He stared down at Frollo tears running freely down his face. "Todo lo que estás culpa" He said as he dropped the whip and fell loosely to the floor. He drew his knees up to his chest and buried his head in his arms as he broke down crying.

Once he mastered the art of breathing through a broken nose, Frollo tried to push himself up, only to encounter a new pain and a sickening sound. He looked over to his left arm. Not only was it bleeding profusely from the whip's lashed, but he'd been hit so hard, the bone had broken. Slowly Frollo pushed himself up with his right arm and tucked his left Close to him.

Frollo wondered what to do. He figured if Clopin ever wanted to patch up the arm, he'd do it when he wanted and would punish Frollo for bringing attention to it, especially now. Frollo considered moving, but if he tried to flee, he'd probably be beaten more and he didn't feel like comforting Clopin, given the circumstances.

It took a few moments for Clopin to finally calm down. He wiped his eyes and stood up quickly and moved to one of the chests. He opened it and ruffled through the puppets inside before he came to the bottom and pulled out a large bottle of brandy. He sat down next to Frollo and popped the cork out. He took a big swig of it before handing it to Frollo.

"Um...?" Frollo muttered. Well, he'd already had his breakfast taken away for not playing with Clopin's teasing. Frollo was so surprised when he actually managed to take the bottle from Clopin that he didn't know what to do with it next.

"Either drink some or give it back!" Clopin said. He was getting tired, it was late, and he wanted desperately to not be sober right now. He just wanted to forget.

Frollo immediately put the bottle to his mouth and downed several gulps before the alcohol took effect. He passed the bottled to Clopin, feeling a rush of warmth spread over his body and a smooth feeling in his throat. Mingling with blood in his mouth was the sweet taste of exotic spices

Clopin took it and took another big swig of it. "What a pair we make huh?" He asked passing it back.

Frollo took the bottle again and took another few swigs. He belched, blushing at the fact, and that his free arm was unable to cover his mouth. The belch caused him to spit up blood that had dribbled into his mouth from his nose during the whipping. With his hands occupied or disabled, his only option was to spit the blood all over his chest.

In response to Clopin, he nodded, not wanting to protest the remark and handed the bottle back.

Clopin stared at Frollo blankly a few moments before laughing. He laughed so hard he almost dropped the bottle.

Frollo didn't see what exactly was so funny, but he was in lighter spirits. The alcohol had replaced most of the pain with mental fuzz and he felt comfortable warm all over. "I think my arm's broken," he muttered as if commenting on the sky.

Clopin stopped giggling and took another swig putting the bottle back down on the ground. He paused before handing it back to Frollo.

"My nose too," Frollo said, almost chuckling as he took back the bottle and drank from it again, this time in small sips.

Clopin lay back on the ground his arms spread out to the sides as he stared up at the roof of the tent.

"If you're looking for an apology from me..." Clopin didn't finish his sentence.

Frollo wasn't expecting one. He didn't want to say so, lest he get something else Clopin wouldn't apologize for later. Instead, he just sipped more brandy and didn't hand the bottle back.

Clopin held out his hand for the bottle back. He looked up when he didn't get it back and sat up. He ripped the bottle out of Frollo's hand and chugged down the rest. He looked at the empty bottle confused and tipped it unside down.

"Why is the brandy gone?" He asked Frollo.

Frollo looked around for something or someone else to blame. "I didn't do it."

"Bah!" Clopin tossed the bottle onto the ground and laid back down.

Frollo cringed, at first thinking he'd be hit again. He regretted it, not just because Clopin had lain down, but also because he'd moved his broken arm. Cradling it against his chest again, he looked around for his own place to curl up.

Clopin began humming softly to himself before the tune turned into words.

'Morning in Paris the city awakes to the bells of Notre Dame, The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes to the bells of Notre Dame, to the big bells as loud as the thunder, to the little bells soft as a psalm. And some say the soul of the city's that tole of the bells of Notre Dame' Clopin stared up at the ceiling as he sang.

Frollo moved out of the room. He'd heard that song a million times and it was always making fun of him. He tried to lie down, but his arm hurt too much. There was nothing to fix it with, plus he couldn't fix it on his own. He could at least clean the wound. Clopin hated having to clean him up after sessions or beatings. But cleaning it only gave him one option... with a sigh, Frollo started to do his best to lick the blood off his arm.

Clopin looked over at Frollo before staring back at the ceiling. He paused a moment and stared back at Frollo. He sighed and stood up grabbing a bowl of water.

"Stop that, it's disgusting," Clopin said sitting down in front of him.

Frollo didn't trust Clopin to make sense anymore. Sure, there was water and a rag, but Clopin could be teasing again. Frollo just shifted further into the corner and continued.

Clopin hit Frollo mildly in the head. "I said stop that or I'll hit you seriously." He pulled Frollo's arm away from his mouth and picked up the rag to clean the cut.

Frollo let Clopin take him arm, whimpering and shivering as he expected another beating.

Clopin rolled his eyes and squeezed water onto his arm, washing away some of the blood before gently dabbing at the wounds.

Frollo bit his lip to keep from crying out as Clopin accidentally moved his arm. He swallowed hard before speaking. "Its not that bad," he lied.

Clopin didn't notice Frollo's flinch and continued to dab at the wounds wiping the blood away. He paused and squinted at the mans arm. He tilted his head to the side and continued to stare.

"It's fine now," Frollo said, still lying. He didn't like Clopin's medical skills sober, and he was sure the man would start beating him again soon.

Clopin shook his head a moment before going back to cleaning the wounds.

Just when Frollo thought things had actually calmed down and that the worst damage that was going to be done to him tonight was finished, Esmeralda stormed into the tent, drunk, angry, and determined. She was carrying three full bottles of wine, spilling some on herself, and one empty one.

"I thought so!" Esmeralda screamed at Clopin. "Get away from him!" She threw an empty bottle at Frollo and missed by a foot, but managed to get the attention of the two men. Esmeralda started pulling Clopin away from Frollo with her remaining motor skills.

Clopin wriggled out of her grasp and stood up, wobbling slightly on his feet. "What is wrong with you woman?!"

She set the remaining bottles down before screaming. "Leave him alone! Stop being nice to him!" she yelled, again trying to pull him away. "Gimme!"

Clopin was ultimately puzzled now. "I thought you wanted me to play nice!" Clopin said his voice raising a little too loud.

"If I can't play nice, you can't!" Esmeralda yelled. "Now get these off!" she said, tugging amateurishly at his hose.

"I thought you were mad at me." Clopin said grabbing onto her wrists. "Are you drunk?" He cringed slightly at the smell of alcohol on her breath over powering the alcohol he had consumed himself.

"Sure I am..." she said. She had a pensive look on her face for a few seconds before shrugging. "I can't remember which, though."

Clopin grabbed gently onto her arms and lead her to the bed room. "Maybe you should go to bed." He said.

"Why?" Esmeralda asked. "The floor's closer. But it's not going to work if you keep those on."

Clopin rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant."

"Its what I meant!" Esmeralda exclaimed. "If I can't play with any toys, then I wanna play with you! Now!"

"Esme you're drunk." He said again.

"I said gimme," she said, rubbing her hand over his crotch through his hose. She was surprisingly gentle for her lack of sobriety and subtlety tonight.

Clopin hissed in pleasure as her hand rubbed him through the thin fabric.

"I wanna have lots of fun," she said softly, wrapping her hand around his waist.

"I told you I'd give you anything you wanted." He said smiling.

Suddenly Esmeralda began to pout, but she pulled Clopin closer as she started to sniffle.

Clopin was even more confused by this reaction. "What is wrong?" He asked cupping her cheek with his hand.

"I like toys," Esmeralda said, her lip trembling. "But they're not fun without you and now you wanna keep them all to yourself."

Clopin stared at her a few moments before he sighed. He moved to one of his puppet chests and rummaged through it. He pulled out what he was looking for and moved back to Frollo.

"I'm not doing this for you!" He exclaimed as he unlocked the belt.

Before Clopin could do anything else, and before Frollo could even react, Esmeralda pulled Clopin off and kissed him, losing her balance in the process.

Clopin toppled over as Esmeralda dragged him to the ground with her landing on top of her.

Esmeralda began tugging at Clopin's hose again, drunkenly forgetting that they were tied on.

Clopin batted her hands away a moment so that he could untie them before allowing her hands to return.

Judging that he was safely being ignored, Frollo tried to remove the belt. As soon as his hands were on the belt, however, Esmeralda suddenly stood up from ripping Clopin's hose off and grabbed one of the bottles off the table.

Clopin watched Esmeralda as she grabbed the bottle wondering what she was doing.

Esmeralda turned back to Frollo, who tried to shield himself with his good arm as she raised the bottle to throw it.

Clopin's eyes widened in shock and jumped up nearly tripping over his hose as he grabbed the bottle from her. "You want to play with my toys don't you?" He asked. "I'll share if you don't break him."

"You get too," she muttered to herself. Then, realizing he was decently undressed, went back to ignoring Frollo and focusing on Clopin. She pushed him over and began undressing.

Clopin fell back on his ass, the bottle tumbling a few feet away from him and far out of Esmeralda's reach. He watched her in almost a daze as she undressed before him.

Unable to unfasten her corset while intoxicated, Esmeralda gave up and pulled her blouse out and threw it in a corner.

Clopin would have laughed if it wasn't for the aching in his lap.

Esmeralda half leapt, half fell on top of him. One hand began rubbing his nipple while the other moved between them to fondle his cock.

Esmeralda's actions weren't as good as they would have been if she were sober but his body was still reacting in pretty much the same manner. He moaned and closed his eyes as she ravished his body.

Esmeralda couldn't take it anymore. She'd stormed out horny and a dozen drinks later hadn't calmed her down. She grabbed Clopin's cock and slid it up inside, moaning as she did.

Clopin closed his eyes and moaned as he was engulfed by her slick heat. He laid back his head on the ground as she rode him.

Esmeralda shoved her hips against his, grinding against him forgetting the reason why, but enjoying the movement nonetheless.

Clopin brought himself semi under control and looked to Frollo. He held his hand out to him and beckoned him over.

Tentatively, Frollo pushed the belt off his thin hips and crept over, this time doing nothing until explicitly told.

Clopin moaned as Esmeralda moved on top of him. He ran his hands down her body to her ass, playing with the soft mounds of flesh. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked on it before he dipped a finger to the crease of her ass spreading them with his others and played with the small puckered whole. "You want to fuck her Frollo?" He asked, pushing his finger gently into her as she continued to move over him. "you want to feel her tight ass surrounding you?"

Frollo nodded, wondering if Clopin was teasing cruelly or actually offering.

"You want to push your cock deep inside of her?" It was more of a statement than a question as Clopin added another fingers making Esmeralda moan and squirm above him.

Frollo wanted to reach out and touch Esmeralda purely from those words alone. He wanted to touch himself, but refused to do anything without Clopin's permission.

Clopin watched Frollo as he knelt behind Esmeralda. "Rub your cock." He said bluntly. "I want to watch you touch yourself."

Frollo put his hand on his hardening cock and slowly began to stroke himself, wincing slightly as his hand moved over where his cock had been scraped raw by the chastity belt. It was humiliating being watched so intently as he did. Even after so long being treated like a slave, Clopin still found ways to force shame into him.

"Be polite Frollo." He said smirking. "Ask her what she wants. Ask her if she wants you to fuck her. To have your cock in her ass. Say it."

Frollo winced at the demand. "Would you...?" Frollo stuttered. He swallowed as he began again. He's never even dreamed of himself saying such words. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered. "Would you like to have my cock in your ass?" His cheeks burned at the shame of his remarks.

"Aww, you taught him a new trick," she said happily. "Yes, I want that. I want it right now." To assure Clopin of who was her favorite, she bent down and kissed him immediately after finishing her words while still moving her hips.

Clopin kissed her passionatly and paused when he didn't feel Frollo move. He looked to Frollo. "Do you want her?"

Frollo nodded, swallowing again before managing any words. "Yes..." he said, almost crying.

"Who do you belong to Frollo?"

"I belong to you," Frollo said, whimpering. Despite the humiliation, his cock was hard and a bead of liquid was already forming at the tip from Clopin's teasing still echoing in his head.

"Tell me what you want Frollo." He didn't want the man just to repeat his words like last time. He wanted Frollo to tell him what he really wanted. Clopin slowly pulled his fingers out of her squirming ass before pushing them in adding a third finger.

"I want you to let me... fuck her."

Clopin was loving the look of near anguish on the mans face as he watched Esme riding him. "Was that a question? Or a demand?"

"Please... may I have permission to fuck her?"

Frollo's words made Clopin harder as he thrust up into Esmeralda. His question sent a wave of power and control coursing through his body. He slowly removed his fingers from Esmeralda's ass spreading her cheeks in invitation to Frollo. "I love it when you beg. You may." Clopin said in a hushed, almost seductive voice. He smirked almost evily as he waited for Frollo.

Frollo Sat up and carefully gripped Esmeralda's bucking hips, and gave Clopin a weary glance before slowly pushing in.

Clopin groaned as he felt Frollo's cock push into her through the thin flesh separating them.

Esmeralda continued to buck against Clopin, the rhythm moving against Frollo as well and just as the feeling of Frollo inside of her hit, she began to shake slightly and Clopin finally struck the perfect spot inside, sending her into paroxysms of pleasure. Despite barely being in control of her body and screaming, she continued to move on the two men, refusing to let the sensation stop.

Clopin sped up his thrusts as she clenched around him screaming his name. Clopin could feel each thrust that Frollo took, could feel his cock pulsing above his. He was coming close but he wanted Frollo to cum before him. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands pinching the small nubs with his fingers.

Ironically, Clopin's efforts caused Esmeralda to arch backwards, her hair flying into Frollo's face and her back pressing against her chest. Still screaming, she took over where he left off at her breasts.

Clopin ran his hands over her body as he pushed his heels into the ground arching up into her.

"Cum Frollo." He demanded

Panting, Frollo's hands moved up Esmeralda, holding her just under her large breasts to hold her mildly still as she shook. As pleasurable as she was, Frollo couldn't obey Clopin's commands and began to worry.

Clopin's breathing became raggid as she continued to move on him. He groaned. "So close..." He said his eyes closed.

Esmeralda began to calm, her hands falling from her breasts to Clopin's chest. She fell forward in Frollo's hold, her hair spilling everywhere. She panted, tired but not spent, for her body still squeezed against both men.

Clopin wrapped his arms around Esmeralda pulling her against his chest as he thrust up. He moaned and kissed her neck, licking at the soft flesh. "I'm going to cum." He said running his hands over her back to her hips. "I'm so close."

Esmeralda grabbed him fiercely as another wave of pleasure surged through her, breaking the lull that had fallen over her body.

Esmeralda's breasts rubbed against his chest as he grabbed onto the globes of her ass. He screamed her name as he barreled over the edge cumming deep inside her.

Frollo panted for a moment more before finally cumming himself, thrusting in small rapid jerks as the pleasure died down and Esme cooed over the feeling.

Clopin laid on the floor nearly being crushed by the two above him but at the moment he didn't care as his cock still pulsed and jerked inside of her.

Frollo shoved himself off the pile, figuring the two would rather be alone.

Clopin felt a seething anger rising inside of him as he became aware of Frollo's movement. He closed his eyes and pushed the anger down inside of him. He'd deal with Frollo's disobediance later. He kissed Esmeralda's neck trailing up to her ear. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said, cuddling against him and kicking Frollo further away.

Clopin smiled slightly as he saw her foot connect with Frollo making him scramble away slightly.

"No more being nice," Esmeralda said, nuzzling against Clopin's goatee.

"You can play nice so long as you don't pay more attention to him than me." Clopin said kissing her forhead.

"That's so sweet," Esmeralda said. "Don't worry, I promise."