Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt Novels & Stories

With each powerful strike, I visualized Lucian's dismissive attitude shattering into oblivion. As I hammered the punching bag, my muscles screamed in protest, and beads of sweat trickled down my brow. Yet, instead of weakening my resolve, these physical signs only motivated me further. With each punch I channelled my frustration into fuel for improvement. I refused to allow my past shortcomings to define me.

Music thudded faintly from overhead speakers, but his rhythm drowned it out. Thud, thud, thud. Each punch landed with a smack that made heads turn. His knuckles, wrapped tight in tape, blurred as he battered the bag. Shoulders heaved, lungs burned, but he kept his stance sharp; jab, cross, hook, reset. The veins in his forearms bulged with effort.

The cuffs on her hands clings. It makes me go crazy every time I pound into her. The motion that goes up and down against the sheets. Her hair moving in pace. Every breath she hitches. I thought of something creative. She inhales deep and I— pound pound pound Inserting my whole length and she cries. I slapped her pinkish fucking ass. “Bunny,” slap. “Grind on me like a fucking whore, baby.”

I cuss sharply and my eyes widened in shock when I felt a stinging and immense pain in my butt, he just fucking whips me with something I don't know. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I swear over and over again in hopes that the pain will subside but who the fuck I am convincing? "Fucking stop! It's hurting me, Jeremy." I complained and tried my best to make it sound tough. I can't help but cry in silence because I can't endure the pain anymore, I can tell that my butt is now leaking blood and has already lots of bruises.

“Your ass is so red and pretty right now. Looks like a fucking tomato.” I was panting hard, half laughing, half pissed, and completely out of breath. Sweat was dripping down my back, my thighs were shaking, and my whole butt felt like someone had lit it on fire. “Yeah, well,” I snapped back, twisting my head to glare at him over my shoulder, “your hand’s gonna hurt like hell tomorrow, asshole. My ass feels like I sat on a goddamn stove. You happy now?”

It throbbed and I could feel it started to swell, my ears hurt from the sheer blow of his overly fat hand. "Has anyone ever told you that you slapped like a girl?" I licked the blood as I felt it trickling at the corner of my lips. I know I said the wrong thing when he punch my gut and it knocked me off my feet. "Fuck... you are so... going to... get in trouble... for this." I struggled to get my words out when it turns out that fat guys can surely pack a punch.

"Why do you keep doing this to me? Just go back to where you came from. Let me fucking be with my mother!" Grabbing the giant vase beside the loveseat, I threw it on the floor. The thing breaking into pieces. I wasn't thinking, I just wanted to do. Do. Do. That's all my brain said. On my knees, I punched the glass shards, crushing them into smaller pieces. My breath was heavy and ragged, my lungs felt like they were collapsing.

“What in the world are you doing?!” “Trying to regain my dignity,” I muttered while rubbing both cheeks with an annoyed expression. The slight pain actually helped clear my head a little, which honestly felt ridiculous considering I had just resorted to slapping myself in public like an unstable person. Still, I needed the reality check. Because what exactly was I doing?

And now, just a light touch on my backside by another man was enough to make me react. At that thought, I felt utterly wronged, and the fiery restlessness inside me had not subsided at all. In the end, I simply pulled out the little toy I always carried with me, sat back in the chair, and slipped it inside myself. Just as I switched it to the highest setting, I realized I could see Samuel's back from this angle. He was doing push-ups. His arms looked as though they were made for weightlifting, and with every downward movement came the sound of his heavy breathing, which made my heart flutter.

His hand raised, and before I could fathom what he was about to do, it landed on my bare butt. A shrill cry escaped my parted lips, and I tried to wriggle free from him, but it was almost impossible to do so. "S-stop," I gasped as he slammed his hand on my butt again. My pussy watered despite the pain from his slap; my juice as well decided it was time to start running down the length of my legs. "This is so embarrassing," I whimpered as he slammed his palm on my butt for the third time. Tears slid down my cheeks, and I sniffled to push it back.