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“Got a word you want to use?” he asked.
The sensation of splitting and cutting raked over my tight balls again. I screamed, pleaded,begged, but I wasn’t going to say the word. I wasn’t. I refused. If he cut me, severed my balls, then…I deserved it.
Sir looked like he might say more for a moment, but then he held up a blue, plastic ruler, demonstrating the sharp edge. “Not a knife, but it felt like one, huh?”
“Sir,” I whimpered. “Sir…”
His eyes softened slightly, but I didn’t want that.
“Don’t, Sir,” I grunted. “No.”
His smirk returned. “You’re shaking like a leaf. I love it.”
He ran his hands over my body, and then pinched my tender nipples again, making me howl.
“Please, Sir,” I whispered. “Please.” I didn’t even know what I was begging for, but he did.
“Think you deserve to come?” He asked, as he pushed two fingers into me and searched for my prostate. When he found it, I jolted. “Let’s see if you can earn it.”
He milked my prostate and watched my face with one of those grins that I’d now learned meant he had another painful, sadisticidea to throw at me.
He bent low and started biting my tight scrotum. Small nips that hurt like hell, but didn’t break the skin. I clenched and released my toes, my prostate sparking pleasure through me, my cock throbbing, my nipples still screaming and my balls in an agony of sharp bites.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, not sure how to get out of this, or how long it was going to last, but needing it over. I’d been scared witless, I’d been hurt, and now I wanted to come and be done with this endless torment. Being with Kyle was nothing like this. It was brutal and usually fast. This was long, drawn out, and I wasn’t sure I could mentally take another moment of it.
I could say poodle, I could, but the darkest part of me wanted to break. I needed to see where this went next, what he’d do to me next. And I wanted to come. Ireallyfucking wanted to come, to let the obliteration of orgasm wipe out all the rest. If I said poodle, I wouldn’t get to come.
When Sir finally rose up over me and fucked into my ass again, this time lubed from whatever mystery access he had to accessories that I wasn’t aware of, I groaned and closed my eyes. His cock was thick. His hands on my hips were steadying but rough. It was perfect.
“What do you say, bitch?”
“Huh?” I was dazed, not quite sure where I was in the world, but I knew I had to answer Sir, or he’d hurt me more. I’d been hurt enough for now. Probably. Maybe.
“What do you say, bitch? What do you tell me when you want this to be done?”
“Please,” I whimpered. “Please, Sir. I need to come.”
“Ah, you need to come?” He laughed softly and chill bumps rose on my skin. “Will this help then?”
He slapped my cock back and forth on my stomach in time tohis thrusts. My eyes rolled back, pain and pleasure twisting together in my mind.
With a nasty grin, Sir leaned over me and said, “Come on, Mitchell, show me what your cum-hungry hole wants from me. Or can’t you get off like this?”
He slapped my cock again harder, harder,harder.
I shouted and cum spurted from my dick, ecstasy ripping through my gut in hard, pulsing clenches. Iscreamedas Sir grabbed my dick and worked it hard, jerking me past the point of endurance. Struggling against the restraints, shaking and panting, I begged, “Please stop, Sir. Stop, stop, Sir, please! Oh, Sir, I can’t, I can’t, Sir, please!”
“No,” he said, laughing. “No fucking way.”
“Sir!”
“No, you cunt. Take it.”
His hand kept moving on me, and the thickness of his dick in my ass grew more and more uncomfortable. Pain wrenched me inside and out.
“No,” I warbled. “Oh,fuckno.”
He laughed.
