Good Boy

Even though I had worked for years at the bar, I had never been pushed into role-play this intense. Othello used to tell me stories about this kind of stuff, and I would always call him sick. Now, staring at the array of terrifying tools laid out on the bed, my breathing grew shallow. But I refused to show any fear.

Let’s just get this over with.

I climbed onto the bed. The mattress sank softly beneath my weight, luxurious as wool. I sat there awkwardly, unsure what to do next, hyper-aware of Kai’s predatory gaze burning across my skin.

“Undress.”

His voice was a low growl. I knew I was supposed to obey, but shame still flooded me. Yes, I was a purchased whore now, but I still had some dignity left — even if he chose not to see or respect it. Why am I even hesitating? Isn’t this what I signed up for? I didn’t expect him to say “please.” That would only complicate things and make everything more awkward.

I stripped. First my shirt. I held it against my chest for a second before letting it fall, my pink nipples tightening instantly in the cold air. My skin looked too pale, too pasty white compared to Kai’s golden bronze glow. I felt insecure. Urgh, whatever. I bit the inside of my lip and quickly removed my pants and briefs. I was completely naked now, fully exposed under his heavy stare. I wished he would do something instead of just standing there watching. It burned.

I instinctively closed my legs, trying to hide my cock.

He walked toward me slowly, muscles flexing with every step. I don’t want to admit he’s handsome… but fuck, he is. That was probably why he was so arrogant and shitty. I swallowed hard as he reached the bed and leaned over me.

He yanked off the towel around his waist and flung it across the room. I expected him to be fully naked, but he wore a pair of tight black straps that clung to his body while leaving his thick cock completely free. It stood hard and heavy, pointing toward me. Fuck. My own dick hardened against my will. Argh, fuck this dude. I turned my face away, trying to hide the embarrassed flush creeping up my neck.

Without warning, Kai grabbed me with one powerful pull and flipped me onto my stomach. He seized both my wrists and cuffed them behind my back. No warning. No permission. Like I wasn’t even a person — just his property. I instinctively struggled.

“Stay still,” he growled, his hot breath like molten lava against my neck.

I couldn’t see his face anymore, only the pillow and sheets. I felt ropes being tightened around my ankles as he spread my legs wide and secured them to opposite sides of the bed. Then his hand wrapped around my throat, yanking my head back sharply until my back arched painfully. He looked down at me with dark satisfaction.

“You look better like this.” A treacherous smile curved his lips.

I would’ve called him a fucking asshole, but he shoved two thick fingers into my mouth, pushing them deep into my throat as if testing me. Then he forced a gag between my lips and buckled it tight.

“Mmmgh! Mmmmgh!” I tried to push it out, but it was immovable.

“If you keep struggling, you’ll only hurt yourself,” he warned. “And I want to be the one who does that to you.”

That didn’t sound like a joke. My body went rigid.

I heard the unmistakable leathery sound of a whip. I wanted to tell him to stop — that I wasn’t sure I could handle this — but the gag turned my words into pathetic, muffled noises.

The first strike landed hard across my ass. Sharp pain exploded across my skin. I screamed into the gag, my body jerking violently. The whip came again and again, each lash deliberate and cruel. I writhed and thrashed, but my cock was painfully hard between my legs, throbbing with unwanted arousal. This is humiliating.

Kai’s hands cupped my reddened ass, tracing the fresh marks. I heard him murmur “Perfect” under his breath, satisfaction dripping from his voice. Two slick fingers traced down my crack and pushed inside me. They were thick, insistent, stretching me open. Every slide made my cock twitch. When he curled them and pressed against my prostate, pleasure shot through me so intensely I almost came on the spot. Then he pulled out right before I could.

A low mechanical vibration filled the air. The moment the vibrating toy kissed my entrance, my hole clenched and fluttered against my will. It pushed inside, pressing mercilessly against my prostate. Saliva drooled from the corners of my gagged mouth as I moaned.

Kai loosened the ropes on my legs and flipped me over onto my back, propping me up into a kneeling position with my chest and leaking cock fully exposed. He secured my legs again in this new, vulnerable position.

“How are you enjoying your punishment?” he teased, eyes gleaming.

The whip cracked across my chest, then my torso. My cock jerked wildly. He picked up the remote, staring straight into my eyes with pure dominance.

“Let’s see how much that little body of yours can take.”

He increased the vibration. The toy inside me went wild, slamming against my prostate with brutal intensity. My entire body shook uncontrollably. I was right there — so fucking close — but he stopped it at the last second.

“Mggghhh! Mmmmmhhh!” A filthy, broken moan tore out of me.

He wrapped his hand around my aching cock and stroked with agonizing slowness. Minutes of pure torture. My cock turned an angry red, so hard it hurt. Then he pinched clamps onto my nipples.

That was all it took.

I erupted violently, ropes of thick white cum shooting across my chest and stomach as my body convulsed helplessly.

“Good boy,” Kai growled, voice deep with satisfaction.

He smiled, dark and dangerous. “Now that we’ve had dessert… can we have the main meal?”

His lips twisted into a maddening smirk as the terrifying realization settled in:

The night was only just beginning.