Preface: This story is fiction. It contains graphic depictions of sex between men. If it is illegal for you to read it, don’t. This chapter in particular is a punishment chapter, focusing on pain and discipline. It is not integral to the story and can be skipped if you are averse to pain play.
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From Chapter 20
When he started getting close, Yuto gently pulled me off Alex’s cock and leaned down over me, bending my legs all the way back and putting one hand under my head with the other holding me between my shoulder blades.
“I want you to know how much I enjoy seeing pleasure on your face, too,” Yuto told me. “But when it’s finally time to discipline you for being such a retarded bitch and disobeying your owner, I really, really hope you’ll think back to this and remember how sensual and caring I can be. I want you to replay all the pleasure I’ve seen in you throughout this whole fuck when I hold you by the throat to look at my face and see how much I relish in seeing you hurt.”
Yuto then leaned back down, kissed me as my mind tried to sort through the cocktail of emotions and held me in that passionate kiss as he dumped a second load inside me.
Chapter 21
(Punishment-focused chapter)
I was trembling as I stepped up onto the footrests of the X-shaped St. Andrew’s Cross.eyes were open and on Yuto, standing in front of the cross fully dressed except shoes. A sadistic smile played on his face as he soaked in my fear. I felt my caged nub twitch.
Alex knelt behind me and slowly strapped my ankles to the beams, then caressed my legs up to my ass, then traced my spine up my back and massaged my shoulders as he stood up. When he took my right arm and began lifting it, I let out an almost-silent whimper of despair. I heard him snort softly in amusement at my fear as he secured that wrist to the leather cuff on the cross, then did the same with right arm.
When he’d fully bound me to the cross, Alex stood directly behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, making me cringe. Anticipation of my coming suffering caused the reaction but I still felt guilty for responding that way to being touched by the love of my life. But fear was fighting for control of my mind now, and as his hands slid across my V lines until he had me wrapped tight in his arms I could think of nothing but the coming pain. Every bit of my flesh not concealed by the chastity cage was exposed and just waiting for him to inflict pain.
Alex rested his chin on my shoulder and I could feel the smile on his face. Yuto smiled back.
“We’re gonna get rid of this defiant streak you have, even if we have to break you to do it,” Alex whispered casually in my ear. “You need to remember that I love you and that’s why I’m doing this. I’m going to punish you and correct you because I love my iteki slave and I want what’s best for you.”
He kissed my neck gently and I again whined softly. Seeming to read my mind, he answered my question.
“Iteki means barbarian,” Alex said.
None of his words were angry. Instead, he spoke like he was talking to a child or someone a little slow-minded.
“And that’s what you are. You’re my little barbarian slave who I love with all my heart. That’s why I have to do this. You acted like an iteki in the park by being a disobedient little bitch and even though I don’t want to, I have to hurt you. It’s the only way to civilize your barbaric nature. You understand that right?”
I didn’t respond, but Alex stayed calm and gentle.
“Do you understand that this is your fault?” he asked. “That I’m doing this to civilize you, make you a better slave for me, because I love you?”
“Hai, Goshujinsama,” I answered.
For the first time I felt ridiculous answering in Japanese, my whiteness so painfully emphasized. But I knew it was what he wanted and quickly and for the first time realized that embarrassment was one of the goals.
“Good boy,” Alex praised. “What are you going to say when I’m done punishing you?”
I told him I would thank him and my master laughed softly.
Alex squeezed my body tighter against his and I felt his hard cock in his shorts as he started licking my ear. Then he stopped, took a step back and started walking toward a table where he’d set up a series of paddles, whips, strops, flails and a humbler, a long wooden thing with a hinge on one end, a little clasp on the other and a hole in the middle. He picked that up and walked back to me as I watched Yuto bite his lip and rub his hard cock through his shorts.
When he returned to the cross, Alex reached between my legs and played with my balls before taking them both in his hands and squeezing hard as he pulled the back. My master adjusted his grip so he was holding the top of my sack and closed the humbler around my balls. This one was long enough that it went behind my spread legs.
Alex explained the device to me when we first walked into the punishment room. It would hold my balls there and hurt them any time I moved my hips far enough forward between to the two beams of the cross. It would also keep them positioned to be hit by the punishment tools Alex had selected.
He walked to the table again. I heard a lube bottle open, squirt and then close. Then I heard Alex’s footsteps returning and watched Yuto step closer as he returned, mere inches from my face now. I could see the sadistic hunger in his eyes and it both scared and excited me.
Alex stepped back behind me. He’d told me not to look away from Yuto during my punishment so I kept my eyes trained on the young Japanese twunk and let the mixed emotions flow through my body. Alex gave my balls a little swat, not enough to actually hurt but enough to startle me and make me jerk my hips forward to get away. It was a bad idea, as the humbler held my balls in place and stretched them, causing real pain.
“You belong to me,” Alex said in a casual tone, his volume normal. “That means every part of you. I will do whatever I want with your body and you’ll submit to me. That’s what being a slave means. If I tell you to drop to your knees in the middle of a shopping mall and suck my cock, you will do it. Think of that for this first part.”
With that, Alex stepped up directly behind me and spread my ass. He ran a finger over my hole, spreading the bare minimum of lube, then put the tip of something to the entrance. He started pushing and I involuntarily growled through gritted teeth as he slowly drove it in. It was a butt plug, but a huge one. It, too, had the bare minimum of lube, just enough to allow entry. Every millimeter hurt more than the last until finally the widest part, maybe about five inches in diameter, slipped in. My hole clinched around the thick base and I shivered as it the base met my hole and the plug put constant pressure on my prostate.
There was some enjoyment, but mostly it felt like my hole was being split open.
Alex didn’t waste any time in walking back to the table and picking something up. When he came back there was no warning. The leather flail whooshed as he swung it, landing a stinging blow over my lower back. I cringed and yelped and thrust my hips forward, once again stretching my balls and eliciting a pained moan.
“I’m going to hurt you with this for a while,” Alex said, a little breathily.
I could hear the lust dripping from his voice and honestly loved how he said he was going to “hurt me” instead of using some term like punish or correct. Those were the end goals, or course, but he was blunt about what the process would entail. Despite the sting of the flail and the dread I felt over the coming torment, I was excited.
“Each time you feel that pain, you’ll alternate between saying, ‘I’m a slave,’ and ‘Slaves obey.’ Understood?”
I nodded my understanding and let out a shaky, “Hai, Goshujinsama.”
And I did. Each stinging lick of the leather flail was followed by an increasingly distraught recitation, my voice cracking and going hoarse as I began to cry. I managed to keep my eyes focused on Yuto through each impact despite the urge to squeeze them shut.
After about 20 stinging strikes, Alex told me he was done with the flail. For the first half, the pain was paired with the ball-stretching of the humbler.
“Arigato gozaimasu,” I managed through tears.
The abuse was focused mainly on my lower back. I knew from the stinging, tingling, itching heat that my skin was glowing red.
That earned a smirk from Yuto, who gripping his hard cock through his pants stepped up to me, his face an inch or so from my own. The Japanese twunk took my chin in his right and and turned my face side to side, licking his lips as he looked at the tears on my face.
When he leaned in closer I thought he was going to kiss me and parted my lips just a little more for him, but he turned to my left and ran his tongue instead up my cheek to just under my eye, licking up the tears. He took a half step back when Alex was again behind me.
Again there was no warning when this time a rising strop impacted my right inner thigh with an echoing smack. Again I yelped and thrust my hips and felt the pain of the humbler.
“This time you’ll say, ‘I was a bad slave,’ and ‘I want to be a good slave.’ ”
I did. My knees weakened by the pain, my responses grew quieter as my breathing became more labored. I could feel my master’s anger in each hit. Feeling the sting of his disappointment added to the pain and made the words I was ordered to say grew more genuine until they were my own internal belief.
Another 16 swats on my thighs and lower ass and my head was hanging a little, my knees sagging, the bonds on my wrists doing some heavy lifting in keeping me upright.
With the whip, Alex had me chant non-stop, “I’m lucky to be your slave, Goshujinsama. I will obey you.”
About five bites of the whip in, Yuto slipped his hand into his shorts and pulled his cock out. My eyes fell to his cock and yearned to feel it in my hand, my moth, my pussy as I watched him move the foreskin leisurely back and forth over the head. His face was painted with lusty and sadistic joy.
At one point when one particularly angry lash landed from my left hip, across my ass and along my upper right thigh, I let out a sobbing moan that was met with three of Yuto’s fingers shoved deep inside my mouth and into my throat.
“I told you not to stop chanting,” Alex growled at me, apathetic to the fact that I had his friend’s fingers shoved in my mouth.
“I ahm wucky tuh beh yo-uh shlave gozhuzhinshamuh,” I managed around Yuto’s knuckles.
The next lash was even harder as punishment for stopping my chant. Yuto pulled out after another two impacts and slathered my saliva on his cock just as another strike landed.
Alex only did 18 lashes, telling me to stop and then saying he added three for daring to disobey him even as he punished me for my disobedience. When he returned to the cross after returning the whip to the table, Alex released each of the bonds on my ankles, using one hand to undo the leather cuffs while using the other on my burning, stinging ass, pulsing with pain, then stood and wrapped that arm around me, holding me tight to him while he undid the wrist cuffs. It was a good thing, too, as I would have fallen to a crying, moaning heap on the floor had he not been supporting me.
Alex picked me up and carried me in his arms to the stockade, where he started by putting my head and arms in and lowering the wooden top piece. He locked the upper portion in place, then bound me by the knees and ankles to a lightly padded leg rest. It was time for the paddle, and he stood behind me as Yuto stood in front of me.
“I’m gonna use three more tools to hurt you,” Alex told me, roughly messing hair from behind. He grabbed the paddle and walked back.
“Can I give this milkskin slut a facial while you’re punishing it?” Yuto asked breathily as my owner got in position to beat my ass.
“Sure,” Alex said plainly. “Slave, this time you’ll chat, ‘My life has no purpose outside obedient slavery.”
I started the chant, holding back the urge to beg for mercy, and the paddle came down on my ass. It was a wide, long, thick paddle with holes throughout the board’s surface, letting Alex swing it faster and causing it to whistle as it swung down to me.
Alex wasn’t kidding when he said I wouldn’t enjoy punishment. It was non-stop and fully intended to cause me pain without even a hint of pleasure. Even seeing Yuto’s delicious cock inches from my face, glistening with precum and spit he’d taken from my with fingers in my throat and throbbing hard in response to my pain, wasn’t relieve even a second of the suffering.
When he’d given me 10 hard smacks on my ass, Alex came back again with the riding strop.
“Chant, ‘I love being your slave, Master Alex.’ ”
I did as he used the strop again on my thighs and ass, then this time (much lighter but still hard enough to make me see stars) went after my balls. I was yelling, crying, whining, sobbing and screaming in pain even as I kept up my devotional chant to my owner.
My eyes had left Yuto by this point, occasionally looking at his cock when I had the willpower to lift my head, but nobody seemed to care that I wasn’t maintaining eye contact with his body.
Finally, Alex walked to the table and back for the last punishment. This one had multiple elements. He started by clamping my nipples, positioning the clamps so the piercings added extra pain. Then he shoved a ball gag in my mouth with a string of Japanese and Korean slurs under his breath. He put sticky pads on my abdomen and chest and ass, connected to some device I didn’t recognize. Then I heard a lighter.
Alex walked around to the front and Yuto stepped out of the way. Alex’s cock was literally jerking in his shorts as he stood in front of me. I managed to lift my head to soak in the beauty of his cock print in the shirts and then up to his face. There was no kindness or mercy to be found there as he looked down at me then crouched down in front of me. He took a fistful of my hair and held my head up to look at him.
“You can tell I’m getting off on this,” Alex told me mockingly. “Disobedience is unacceptable and I will never tolerate it. But I get so, so, so much satisfaction out of beating you down into your place. Beating the disobedience out of you.”
Alex wiped some tears from my face with a thumb then took my face by the jaw, squeezing my cheeks and letting go of my hair.
“You’re such a hopeless, mindless cunt,” he told me. His voice was thick with derision. “I’ve been a loving, patient, gracious owner and you’ve still decided to disrespect and disobey me. I’ve been so kind because I know you’re a fuck-up just like every other paleface iteki. I hope it won’t happen again, but now you know I’ll get my satisfaction from your body one way or another. Maybe that will help you stick to the straight-and-narrow. Your purpose is to spend your life making mine one full of leisure and pleasure. Don’t fuck up again.”
He held my gaze for a couple seconds before releasing my face and standing. He walked behind me, Yuto retaking his place, and picked up the device connected by wires to the sticky pads and turned a knob. Immediately, my muscles began contracting and releasing and spasming. My whole body felt pain with each electric shock. He set it to pulse in a patter with three short, quick jolts followed by four longer shocks, then a break for five to 10 seconds.
I almost didn’t notice the hot was hitting my back at first. Through my whining moan I heard Yuto grunt and moan as I thrashed about in my binds, stretching my balls with the humbler and feeling weak all-over. For at least 15 minutes, Alex dripped hot wax on my back and ass, legs and balls. Yuto was jerking his cock so hard now that an occasional drop of his precum would land on my face. The rest period between shocks got longer, then shorter, then longer again.
“Both candles are done,” Alex told me.
He left and came back to cain the bottomed of my feet, five hard swats for each sole, then went back to the table.
“Time to get the wax off.”
“Can we take the gag out for a sec?” Yuto asked. “It’s trying to say something.”
I was barely able to process any of their words as the pain clouded my mind. I didn’t even realize I was groveling after Yuto said I was trying to speak.
“Please, Master. Please. Please. Please let it end. I swear I’ll never disobey you again. Please. Mercy, please. Let it end. I’ll do anything.”
Yuto growled lustily and suddenly let go of his cock. He yanked my head up by a fistful of hair and a single spurt of cum shot out and landed on my face, shocking me out of my begging.
“Punishment doesn’t end early,” Alex told me coldly. Then, to Yuto with a casual warmth and a hint of humor, “Able to stop it?”
“Yeah, just in time,” Yuto answered breathily. “Just a little cum from ruining my own orgasm, but I’m still good to keep going.”
“Sweet.”
The electric shocks continued and clamps stayed on my nipples as Alex put the gag back in my mouth then picked up the flail.
“Punishment ends when the wax is all gone,” he told me curtly.
He didn’t give me any time to absorb his words before Alex began rapidly striking me over and over with the flail in a windmill motion. Each lick stung my raw skin as for at least five minutes he worked his way from my shoulder blades to my ass.
When he started on my balls I wept from the pain. My suffering drove Yuto over the edge and he again yanked my face up by the hair and unloaded all over it with a gurgling, moaning cry of pleasure.
Yuto stood there, panting and holding my head up with one hand while the other smeared his cum all over my face and neck as Alex flailed the wax off my thighs, the crook behind my knee and my calves.
When it was done, Alex quickly shut off the shocking thing,, removed the humbler, took out the gag allowing me to sob aloud and gingerly removed the clamps but kept the plug inside me. He told Yuto to help him as he released my body from the stockade, then picked me up and carried me to a massage table. He laid me down on my stomach and immediately fed he some over the counter pain killer.
“You’re gonna be a good slave for your owner now, right?”
Alex asked me.
I couldn’t speak but nodded my head.
“Let’s get you fixed up.”
Alex delicately cleaned the cum from my face then took bottles and jars of salve and spent at least 30 minutes applying it anywhere he’d hit me or dripped wax onto my body. My sobs lightened as the pain was mostly numbed. The whole time Alex assured me that he loved me told me he was sorry — of course, it was, “I’m sorry you made those bad decisions and I had to punish you.”
He finished applying the creams and salves to my body before again cleaning my face of the new tears that stained my cheeks.
“The pain is temporary and your punishment didn’t break the skin, but hopefully this will teach you how vital it is to obey me,” Alex told me. “You force my hand when you’re disrespectful. But sometimes this is the only way you whites learn.”
Then he picked me up and carried me out of the punishment room, through the huge condo and to our bedroom where he sat on the bed then carefully laid down, still holding me. He repositioned my body so I was laying on my stomach atop his body, his arms gently wrapped around me as I cried softly on his chest. I could feel his cock, still hard, as he ran his fingers through my hair and whispered sweet nothings.
Even though he was still hard from the enjoyment he got from hurting me, the moment we left the punishment room, Alex’s mood changed. He was caring, kind, gentle, loving, and can adoring.
“I love you more than anything,” Alex told me as my eyes grew heavy. “You’re such a special boy and I’m glad you’re mine.”
I called him “Goshujinsama” once and he gently told me to call him by his name and just be his boyfriend, not a slave, for now. It continued for a while, eventually me slipping into a lucid, semi-sleep stare as I listened to his sweet words in that loving tone.
“This is totally optional and I want you to answer me with complete honesty,” Alex prefaced after about a half hour, “but I’m about to take the plug out of your sweet whiteboy pussy. If you want, I can leave you empty for a while. Or, if you want, I can put myself inside you and just hold you here with my cock in your hole.”
I nodded acknowledgement and he reached down and slowly withdrew the plug, putting it on a hand towel laid out on a bedside table. I realized he’d planned this punishment down to the little details, even having a bottle of Swiss Navy anal lube next to the hand towel.
I thought for a few moments after. I wanted to be upset at him, angry even, for the torment he’d dished out. But I couldn’t. And the offer of feeling his cock fill the emptiness left inside me by the plug’s removal as I rested and recovered here was too tempting. What I intended to be a cool and romantic statement came out as horny and needy.
“I want you in me, Alex.”
With that, my boyfriend slid his shorts down with one hand while the other held me in place, then lubed his cock and slowly drove it in to the hilt. True to his word, he just held it there. He didn’t fuck me or move himself around inside my hole, just held me there until after another several minutes I instinctively started riding him, just a little.
I think it was a combination of how long he’d been hard from punishing me and how hot he found it that even after punishment I wanted to have sex (paired with the love he was feeling), but I only rode Alex in short, slow strokes for about 10 minutes before he warned in a sweet, loving tone, “You’re gonna make me cum, Jackson.”
I moved my head a little to lick a nipple through his shirt in response, and he tightened his grip on my body just slightly as I felt his cock swell then pulse inside me, unloading his cum.
”I’m sorry I was disrespectful,” I whispered, a hint of shame genuine shame in my voice. Then, without shame but just as softly, I said, “I love you, Alex.”
He softly petted my head as he responded.
“You’re forgiven. That’s what the punishment room is for. Correcting and forgiving. But no matter what happens, Jackson, I need you to never forget: I love you, too, baby.”
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