Everyone in this story is 18+.
“AH!”
Ryan’s hand struck my ass, stinging my right asscheek. He rubbed his palm across the spot, soothing it slightly. “What do you think?” he asked. “Is that enough?”
“No,” I muttered softly.
“Why’s that?” he taunted.
“Because I deserve to be punished.”
My boyfriend lifted his hand, then came down swinging again.
“FUCK!” I yelped. His hand landed in the same spot, sending a shock through me. Two spanks and my asscheek was already burning.
“Why do you deserve to be punished?” Ryan asked calmly.
“Be- because I was bad,” I forced out. It was hard to think with that stinging pain. “I touched my dick without permission.”
“Close,” he said. Then another spank. I endured it, gripping the blanket tightly in both fists. “But it’s technically my dick that you touched without permission. I own your cock. That makes it mine. Just like this ass is mine. Just like your mouth is mine.”
“Yes, Ryan,” I breathed. Despite the stinging sensation, I found myself getting into it. Like I enjoyed it despite the pain. Or because of it. “Hit me again,” I pleaded.
“Good slut,” he said. My cheeks felt warm and fuzzy; the compliment was nice to hear, degrading as it was. Ryan slapped my ass yet again, causing me to lurch forward on the bed and moan out in a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Again!” I shouted.
He spanked me even harder this time, landing in the same spot as the previous ones. I could feel the heat radiating from that location. My boyfriend unlocked something in me I didn’t know was there before. It seemed like the more time I spent with him, the more of a deviant I became.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes,” I mumbled. My hard cock was leaking onto my blanket, creating a mess of precum down below. It felt so strange to be free; I’d nearly forgotten how that felt.
“Good. Now get up on the bed. I want you on all fours. The spanking may be done for now, but you still owe me for breaking out of that cage. Got it?”
“Yes, Ryan,” I said again. Fuck, this was hot. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked.
I saw a glimmer in his eyes as I crawled back up onto the bed. “You’ll see.”
What does that mean? Once I was in place, he forced my legs apart. I was on all fours, as ordered, with my hard dick hanging down. I expected more punishment, maybe some teasing, but instead he simply grabbed my cock and started stroking it. “What are you- ahhh. That- that feels so good, Ryan. Mmmm, please don’t stop.”
“Oh, you like that?” he asked.
“Mmhmmm.” His hand went up and down, tugging on my cock like I was a cow and he was milking me. And in a way, that’s what he was doing. Stroking me so he could milk out my cum. I was sort of confused; a moment ago he was punishing me for disobeying, and now here he was jerking me off. It didn’t make sense. I was too horny to consider it any longer, though, and soon the thought had left my mind.
“Now let’s go over a few things,” he said with his hand on my cock. “Whose dick is this?”
“Yours,” I half-moaned. After all the stroking I did earlier, I could already feel myself getting close.
“That’s right. And that means you don’t get to cum without my permission. You don’t get to touch it without my permission. And you definitely don’t get to leave the cage without my permission.” His other hand went to my head, where he grabbed me by the hair and tilted my head towards him. “Is that clear?”
“Crystal clear,” I replied.
He smiled, then kissed me. His tongue pushed past my lips, forcing its way inside. I went to kiss him back, but as soon as it had started it was over. Just a tease, nothing more.
I was in a daze. A horny stupor, barely aware of my surroundings. Fortunately, I had the mind to let my boyfriend know I was nearing the edge. “I- I’m getting close, Ryan,” I told him.
He ignored me.
“Please,” I begged. “Can I please cum?”
Silence. Only the sound of his hand stroking my swollen cock.
“Please!” I practically yelled.
“What?” He looked down at me, an evil smirk on his lips. “Oh, that’s right. You’re not allowed to cum without my permission, are you?”
“No,” I said urgently. “Ryan, I’m so close, I’m gonna cum any second. Please, I can’t hold it much longer!”
“Hmmm…”
It was torture. I was so close. Immense pleasure was within reach, but I knew better. I learned my lesson. I waited it out, enduring, each stroke bringing me dangerously closer to the point of no return. “Please,” I whispered.
“Okay,” Ryan replied.
I let out a sigh of relief.
Ryan tugged a few more times. I could feel myself tensing up, and he sensed as much.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna- I’m gonna- fuck!”
The second I started to cum, Ryan let go of my cock.
“Wait!” I shouted.
It was too late. My cock spurted and throbbed pathetically between my legs. Cum pulsed out of me, slowly dribbling out of the tip and onto the mattress below.
“You wanted to cum, didn’t you?” Ryan teased.
“Yes, but… fuck, Ryan. Not like this.” I was breathing heavily on my hands and knees. I watched helplessly as my load continued to drain out, feeling next to nothing. No pleasure, no high, no intense orgasm to bring me peace after being horny for so long. Just a pathetic, miserable ruined load and a whole lot of laundry to do.
Still standing next to my bed, my boyfriend began to undress. Not surprisingly, he was rock-hard.
“How was that?” he asked with a grin.
“Terrible,” I breathed. I was still catching my breath.
“So I take it you’ve learned your lesson?”
“One hundred percent,” I said.
“Good.” By now he was fully naked, his huge cock standing tall. He leaned in close, put his hand under my chin, and raised my face to his. “I’m sure you won’t make the same mistake again,” he whispered. Then he kissed me gently on the lips. His hand crept up the back of my neck, running through my hair. He grabbed the top of my hair at the same time that he pulled back from our kiss.
I looked at him, breathless. My eyes lowered to his cock, which up until now had received no attention.
“Come,” he said, tugging on my hair. He pulled me off the bed, with me following to the best of my ability. I dropped to my knees before him, following the guidance of his hair-pulling, gazing up at his massive cock. “Now get to it, James. This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”
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