“Alright faggot. You’re going to count each blow.” This is
one of my favorite tactics. If you’ve never understood why, it causes the sub
to focus on the blows instead of tuning them out and making the pain less
severe. SWAT! I was right, his legs leapt into the air and he moaned loudly his
hands clenching into fists. The skin lightened, a sign he was clenching pretty
hard. I wait about 5 seconds and I hear nothing from him aside from moaning. I
swat him about the same power twice very quickly. “COUNT!” I snarl. “THREE,
SIR!” he yelps. “Nope, you weren’t counting. You’re at zero. The next hit is
one.” I say with smugness in my voice. SWAT! “ONE, SIR!” I repeated this
process until he reached ten. At that point he’d clearly reached his limit with
the beating. His body quivered trying to cope with the stinging.
“Drink
up faggot.” I said bringing him a water bottle. After he’d gulped down most of
the water I freed his hands from his collar (but not the restraints) and he
seemed a bit refreshed. I grabbed the back of his head and brought him to my
cock. At this point his face appeared to have some dried tears. Apparently, I’d
struck harder than I thought. Hungry for my cock he sucked fervently. Tongue
swirling, throat milking, and all with sloppy dick sucking noises. I relaxed
for a moment simply content to enjoy his expert service enhanced by his lust.
I
considered for a moment blowing my load in his throat and having him choke it
down, but ultimately, I’m not a big fan of oral. Instead I push his head off my
dick. Strands of spit create a bridge to my dick. Now that it’s removed from
his mouth all he can do is stare at it and stretch his lips, his mouth eager to
be refilled. I grab the swiss navy lube and walk down to his feet. Grabbing
both ankles I twist him onto his back. Use the lube shooter to quickly lube his
ass. I’m a fan of those things as the tip becomes coated by filling and it
usually does a good job of lubing the way in and it takes way less time than
struggling with getting lube inside. I push his knees up so I can hook them on
my shoulder exposing his asshole. My dick is completely hard and standing at
attention waiting to dive in. Without looking at him I can sense his
anticipation of penetration.
So instead, I reach down my right
hand and jab a middle finger into his hole. I finger his ass spreading the lube
and fingering his prostate hard. His ass quivers and I can feel a heat on his
ass cheeks. The beating I’ve given him has set in and they are running rather
hot. I adjust the finger fuck and intentionally dig my knuckles into his ass
cheeks. I look up at his reaction and he winces as expected. But with his
wrists bound they come up to his chest like a dog begging for a treat. He looks
at me with a bit of fear, lust, and curiosity.
The finger fuck having done its job
has loosened up his hole and slides out. I discreetly make a quick check to
make sure he’s as clean as he claimed to be. All good. I lube up my cock with
one hand and look him right in the eye the whole time. I smoothly move forward,
hooking both knees over my shoulders and bringing my upper body to hang above
him. I grabbed the clip holding his restraints together and forced them over
his head. His eyes widened as he knew it was finally the moment he has been
anticipating. Unlike everything else I put him through so far, I ease my dick
inside him. This was in fact for my own comfort and pleasure. The benefits to
him were a side effect but I also had put him through quite a bit at this point
and wanted him to be able to enjoy this part.
I started slow with the strokes.
His ass was tight, smooth, and perfectly slick. It felt amazing on my dick.
When it comes right down to it, anal sex is my optimal sex. I enjoy it more
than masturbation and oral. BDSM is a nice replacement in instances where folks
don’t want to do raw sex. I can usually do some form of BDSM and respect their
choices while getting some sexual satisfaction from it. I pick up the pace and
start moving into strong medium strokes. As I do, the key hanging from my neck
jangles forwards and backwards. It’s hitting him in the face in various
locations. His eyes occasionally shut closed hoping he won’t get hit in the
eye, but when they open his eyes show him to be deep in subspace. His breathing
is heavy and my belly is slamming into his cock cage and I can feel wet precum
spilling forth.
I reach forward with my free hand and wrap it about his throat.
Often times when I do this I feel the sub’s arms tense and strain. In this case
I feel the faggot’s arms slacken. He stretches his head up and back exposing
his throat. My hand tightens about his neck and I can see his face puff a bit
as his mouth gasps. His struggle to breathe and acceptance of his situation
send me over the edge. All at once in the course of 2 seconds I feel the build
come out of control and in sweet release I unleash my load deep inside his
guts. “I could feel that.” I hear him whisper. I kiss him deeply tongue forcing
its way into his mouth as my cock spits its last contributions into his willing
ass. I can feel his ass clench and unclench around my spent cock…
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