Master

The First Punishment

His hands are full of different objects when he returns to my side. Some of them I recognize, like the whip and the blindfold, but others I have no idea what they are or what they are used for. He sets down the objects in a neat line and then steps closer to my face.

"Open wide," he says, shoving something under my nose.

I keep my mouth shut tightly, shaking my head.

He pushes it against my skin. "Do as I say, or I will drug you."

My mouth opens slightly at the mention of being drugged, getting ready to protest. He uses the opportunity to shove the thing into my mouth so hard that it hurts. It keeps my jaw wide open, but there is a hole in it so I can still breathe through my mouth. What is this?

"That, my pet, is a very special gag. One of my favorites, because with a ball gag you are kept silent but I have no access to that pretty little mouth of yours," he says, and I feel his hand trail down my back and to my butt, grabbing each cheek roughly.

I let out a small, worried noise, and he laughs at me, moving his hands away. I feel him kick my legs farther apart, making me lean even heavier on the piece of furniture in front of me. Then, I feel cold metal being attached to each ankle, and when I try to move my feet back together, I am unable to do so.

"Do you know what that is?" he asks me.

I shake my head, trying to look down to see it but it is nearly impossible with the way that I am positioned.

"That is a spreader bar. This will keep your legs opened nice and wide for me, so that I can get to here," he grabs my balls and I gasp. "And here," he says, brushing a finger over my entrance. I squirm, trying to get my legs back together, trying to pull my wrists out of their restraints, but it is useless.

He looks over the other items. "Hm... I don't think that I will blindfold you today. I want you to see everything that is going on..."

He thinks for what seems for hours before picking up the next thing. He goes behind me where I can't see him, and I feel something being pushed into my entrance. I gasp loudly. It hurts badly...

Then, I see him pick up a remote and press the button on it. I jolt as I discover what is inside of me... It is a vibrator. He presses it even farther into me and I cry out as it hits my prostate. He leaves it there and makes it go even faster.

"Good boy. Now, let's see if all that you said is true. If you really don't want this, and you truely are straight, then I'm sure that you won't feel any pleasure and you won't cum..." he taunts me, his hand now wrapping around my already semi-erect member.

I squirm some more and he starts to pump me, getting me completely erect. I feel betrayed by my own body. I don't want this!

Master leans down close to my face and I can see him smirk. "It doesn't seem like you are hating this, pet."

He continues to pump me until he seems to get bored, then he gets up on the piece of the furniture, his erect member directly in front of my face. Suddenly, I think that I understand what the hole in the gag is for.

He sees this on my face and chuckles deeply. "You understand," he says before roughly shoving his member into my mouth, making me gag. He continues to thrust into me quickly, barely giving me time to breathe. Tears run down my face and all I can feel is shame and betrayal.

He continues with his thrusting until he tenses, and spills his seed inside of me. He forces me to swallow, and then climbs down.

I feel him pull the vibrator out of me. I begin to relax a little bit, thinking that it is over when he grabs my hips, digging his nails into me. I let out another small noise, and he leans forward. "This will hurt," he whispers, and then he thrusts roughly into me with no preparation or lube.

I cry out loudly in pain, the tears streaming down my face as he continues thrusting into me with great force, going deeper and deeper each time. Because of the gag holding my mouth open, I am unable to hold in all of the pained noises, and they only manage to embarrass me further.

He grabs hold of my member as he thrusts into me, pumping me in time with his movements. I feel tension building up in the pit of my stomach, and I try to hold it back, but he gives a powerful thrust and I release, crying out as I do so.

"I thought that you wouldn't enjoy this," he teases. "I thought that you were straight, and that you didn't want this."

I whimper, hoping that it is over. How could he do anything more to me?

He doesn't stop however. He keeps going, even picking up the vibrator and holding it against my balls as he continues. After a while, I release again, crying out even louder. I don't even try to stand anymore. I lay there against the furniture, limp and broken. He keeps going until he releases inside of me, and then makes me c*m one more time.

He unchains my hands and I slump to the floor. He does the spreader bar as well, then leaves me there, shutting and locking the door behind him.