Six Times A Day Novels & Stories

“Are you good?” Miles swallowed the piece of pepperoni pizza he was chewing and took a drink before answering me. “I’m decent. It’s going well. We practice four days on weekdays and one during the weekends. Although on weekends, we only practice for two or three hours. We do four to six hours a day on weekdays.”

I just shrugged at them. “What?” I said to them, “It’s going to come out as shit from my butthole anyway so why bother?” They just rolled their eyes. The rest of the four remaining working days of the week has been the same routine: we rise up at around six, their Omegas serve us breakfast, we work for eight hours with only two glasses quenching our thirst every three hours, and we have our rather simple dinner.

“You have to kiss me eight times everyday.” Touching a finger to my lips, I giggle. “Just eight?” He pouts. “You gave me attitude for eight days.” “Done.” He grins. “Do you want to go out?”

Ocean's POV She's been gone for six days. I know exactly because I’ve been counting every single one. Not on purpose, but the days have a different shape now. A hollow, empty shape I thought I’d forgotten and never wanted to remember again. I get up at five in the morning, work until midnight. Sleep like shit for a few hours, then do it all over again.

Ashley prepared the pills and warm water, and handed them to Morgan, "It's time to take the medicine!" Morgan frowned, "Do you want to take the medicine again? Ashley, how many times do you want me to take the medicine a day?" "Hey, isn't this what the doctor ordered? I'm just following the doctor's advice and I'm reminding you! Besides, it's just three times a day, after each meal, it's the normal time to take the medicine." "I don't want it!" Morgan frowned, "What's the use of taking so many medicines? It didn't improve! It's still so unpalatable!"

Sarah says, "I'm off the weekend, so I was hoping that Justin required more practice. I'm free whenever." "Great, I have nothing planned yet, so we can get you on the table anytime," replied Justin. "I wouldn't mind another one if you have any time or energy left when I get home," says mom. "I'm sure I will, mom, you know I can't make a living if I can only do one massage a day. I have to be able to get through at least 3 or 4 a day. Like two before lunch and two after lunch." Sarah thinks to herself, "You can have me for lunch." Then she admonishes herself for her immoral thoughts.

I realized it must be one per day which means that I might have been here for around three days already. They visit and monitor me occasionally; as if I can actually do something in my weakened and shackled state. Gareth was here this time. He had a file as he picked on his nails. He was sitting a couple of feet from me. Then, there was the church bell sound. Again. It rings three times a day from my observation. I assume it was a marker of some sort. Three times. Morning, noon, night. It's most likely for prayers. It has been the second time I have heard it so it must be noon.

Turned it slowly. Sixty days. And I was already missing things that had not ended yet.

And I just realized that it was already 6 in the morning! “A new day has started. You’ve got less than 24 hours to decide.”

"What is she talking about Gio?" Before he could speak, Tiffany spoke up again. "My master is way larger than most guys. Because of that, he produces a lot of cum. He has to be relieved at least nine to twelve times a day or his balls swell and hurt him." Mia sat up straighter. "Nine to Twelve times a day? Are you telling me he can orgasm twelve times a day?"