MasukPunishment for my failure IIGideon.I stood over him and studied the way the rope held his wrists to the chair arms. Finnian kept his eyes on the floor exactly as I had ordered. His chest rose and fell too quickly. Good. He understood the weight of the evening already.“Ankles next,” I said.I took the second length of rope from the desk drawer and knelt. He did not resist when I guided his feet apart and secured each ankle to the front legs of the chair. The position left him open and unable to close his thighs. I checked the knots once, then a second time.“Can you feel the difference?”“Yes, sir.”“Describe it.”“I cannot move my legs. I am held open for you.”“Correct.” I rose and retrieved the blindfold from the same drawer. Black cloth, soft enough not to cut, firm enough to steal every scrap of light. “Lift your chin.”He obeyed. I settled the fabric over his eyes and tied it behind his head.“Speak only when I ask. Nod if you understand.”He nodded.I circled him once more. M
Punishment for my failure. IFinnian.I sat in the exam hall staring at the blank spaces on the advanced economics paper. The clock on the wall ticked louder than it should have. Every question I left unanswered felt like another mark against me. I knew the grade before the invigilator even collected the scripts. Fail. Clear and final.My stomach tightened as I packed my bag. The other students filed out talking about weekend plans and study groups. I kept my head down and walked straight for the exit.Outside the air felt colder than it had that morning. I pulled my jacket tighter and started the long walk to the station. The train ride home gave me too much time to think. Gideon would be waiting. He always knew. Somehow he always knew.I reached the front door and hesitated with my key in the lock. The house was quiet. Too quiet. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.“Finnian.”His voice came from the study doorway. Low. Controlled. I turned and found him standing there in
Cumload in the Washing Machine IIIChapter 3Mallor.I untied the rope slowly and let it drop to the floor. Eli stayed bent over the washing machine for a few more seconds like he had forgotten how to stand up straight. His wrists were marked from the rope. His ass was still red from the spoon and my hand. Thick strands of my cum continued to leak out of him and run down the inside of his thighs.“Stand up,” I said.He pushed himself upright with a quiet hiss. His shorts were still around his ankles. He reached down to pull them up but I stopped him with a hand on his arm.“Not yet. Stay like that while I clean.”I took the wooden spoon to the sink in the corner and washed it under hot water. Then I wiped the floor with a rag, making sure every visible drop was gone. Eli watched me the whole time, quiet for once. When I finished I tossed the rag in the empty basket and turned back to him.“You can pull them up now.”He did, wincing as the fabric brushed over the sore skin. I stepped i
Cumload in the Washing Machine IIMallor.I kept my hand on the back of Eli’s neck and felt him shift under the pressure. The rope held his wrists firm behind him. The washing machine was cool under his chest. I could hear his breathing change already.“Stay still,” I said. “I’m not done talking.”“Mallor, this is enough. Untie me.”“No. You left those stained underwear in the wash for me to find. You argued. You tried to walk away. Now you get the rest of the lesson.”I reached into the utility drawer again and pulled out the wooden spoon we kept for stirring paint. It was smooth and solid. I set it on the dryer next to his face so he could see it.“What’s that for?”“For making sure the point sticks.”I pushed his shirt up his back and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his shorts. He tensed hard when I dragged them down along with his underwear until they sat around his ankles. His ass was bare and pale under the laundry room light.“Mallor, wait—”The first spank landed open ha
Cumload in the Washing Machine. Mallor.I came home earlier than usual that Thursday afternoon. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the faint tick of the clock in the hallway. I dropped my keys on the counter and headed straight for the laundry room because I needed a clean shirt for later. That was when I saw it. The washing machine sat with the lid half open and a full load still inside, damp and forgotten.I pulled the clothes out one by one, sorting them onto the top of the dryer. Socks. Jeans. A couple of my own shirts. Then I reached the bottom of the pile and stopped. A pair of Eli’s underwear sat there, the fabric stiff in places, the crotch dark with dried stains that were impossible to miss. I held them up under the overhead light and felt my jaw tighten.I walked out into the living room still holding them. Eli was on the couch with his phone, one leg crossed over the other, looking like he had nowhere better to be.“Eli.”He glanced up. “Yea
Chapter 2Theron’s cock pressed harder against me. The head was hot and thick. He did not push in yet. He just stayed there, holding my hips open with both hands.“You feel that?” he asked, his voice quiet near my ear.I nodded against the pillow. The belt and scarf kept my wrists locked above my head. I could not move far.“Answer me.”“Yes.”“Good.” He shifted his weight. One slow push and the head slid inside. The stretch burned. I sucked in a sharp breath. He stopped halfway and stayed still.“Breathe,” he said. “You’re taking all of it.”“It’s too much.”“No. It’s exactly enough.” He pushed deeper. Inch by inch until his hips met my ass. Full. Deep. I felt him everywhere. My cock twitched against the sheets, still hard from the spanking and his fingers.Theron held still for a long moment. Then he pulled back and thrust in again. Steady. Controlled. Each stroke went deep and stayed there a second before he pulled out almost all the way.“You were loud earlier,” he said between th
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