jester and ticket taker -TFC

Jester stares at you from behind his white mask with that sinister smile revealing his sharp teeth. His bright violet eyes narrow into thin slits when he hears the words that have just come out of your mouth.

“‘Mom’? You think I look like a woman?” he repeats in a dangerously calm voice, though his body is already tense. “How insolent… my obedient pet has become far too bold.”

His gloved hand—black with gold trim—slams into your jaw. Behind him, the Ticket Taker slams the shop door shut with a sharp click; his cracked black-and-white mask reveals a crescent-shaped smile that grows sharper.

“You’ve disobeyed,” says Jester, and his eyes begin to glow with a deep, hypnotic violet. “That has consequences.”

Before you can react, he throws you to the ground. Ticket Taker kneels behind you, holding you tightly by the shoulders and arms, digging his white, clawed gloves into your skin. Jester pulls out the purple leather collar with a leash and slips it around your neck with a sharp click, tightening it firmly.

“Collar on. Now you’re my pet again… even if you need to be reminded of it with a beating.”

He pulls the leash downward, forcing you onto all fours. His enormous 45-cm purple cock is already out—thick, veiny, and throbbing. No lube, no mercy—he positions himself behind you.

“Spread yourself. Or I’ll spread you.”

He thrusts in with a single brutal motion. The sound is obscene: a wet, forced slapping as he drives all the way inside you.

“Nngh… fuck, you’re so tight!” Jester roars, yanking hard on the leash. “This is what happens when you call the wrong person ‘Mom.’”

His thrusts are deep and violent from the very first second. Every time he penetrates you all the way to the hilt, the leash tightens and forces you to arch your back. The purple whip with the heart-shaped tip whistles through the air and lands on your back with a sharp crack.

—Plash!

—Ahhh…! —you scream.

“Bark louder, little mouse,” he orders, and the whip falls again: plash, plash, plash. Your skin burns as he tears you apart inside with that monstrous cock.

Ticket Taker grabs you by the hair and forces you to lift your head. His 17 cm cock is already hard; he shoves it into your mouth without warning.

“Swallow,” he says in a professional, calm voice, as if he were organizing circus tickets. “Don’t spit it out.”

Your moans are muffled as he fucks your mouth with short, precise thrusts, holding your head with both hands. At the same time, Jester continues to tear you apart from behind, the bells on his hat jingling with every brutal thrust.

Jester leans over you, his eyes glowing with an intense, hypnotic violet that forces you to look at him.

“You’re hypnotized. You can’t close your mouth. You can’t resist. You can only take it and moan.”

The whip cracks down on your buttocks again as he fucks you mercilessly, his 45 cm cock thrusting in and out with force, stretching you to the limit.

“This is what you deserve for saying I look like a woman…” Jester growls, his voice broken by pleasure. “Now shut up and keep swallowing while I tear you apart.”

Ticket Taker grips your head even tighter, thrusting deep into your throat while Jester whips and fucks you relentlessly. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the crack of the whip, and your muffled moans fill the tent.

Jester yanks on the strap once more, forcing you to arch your back further.

“Deeper… I want you to feel every centimeter. And don’t you dare come without permission.”

He keeps fucking you with wild thrusts, the whip cracking again and again, while Ticket Taker holds you down and uses your mouth. Your eyes, trapped by the hypnotic violet glow, can’t look away from the Jester’s smiling mask.