Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt Novels & Stories

I complain and Roman burst out laughing for some reason why I glare at him, annoyed. "I don't think there's anything at all funny about you breaking my butt" I restate, delicately rubbing my behind to soothe the ache. I should probably be ashamed about massaging my butt in front of my high school nemesis who is also an attractive guy- objectively speaking- but, I'm honestly in too much pain to care, and it's his fault I'm in this predicament anyway. "I don't think butts can be broken, Cookie" is Roman's response after rounding up his bouts of laughter

Zero qualms about doing it. I rub my butt where it smarts, cursing internally and scowling at him from my angle, the heat rising from where he struck it and shove the back of his head with my palm in retaliation. “Asshole.” I throw at him, screwing up my face in annoyance. “Brat! Keep it up; I can do this all day, Huffy pants. I can bench press four of you, Sophs.” I slump down his back in complete defeat, getting an eyeful of that hot Carrero rear and smack him back hard enough to make my palm sting. He slightly tenses in reaction, and I get a sense of satisfaction. Smug at retaliating for once.

BAM! Once again, I throw a punch on the wall of the ‘hunting ground’ with my fist. …I could no longer feel my hands in those punches earlier. How many times has it been…? A hundred…? I have been throwing punches on that exact same spot. And for the first time, there’s a tiny visible crack on it. Seeing that crack made me throw more punches on the same spot. BAM— BAM— WHAM!!!!!!!! “Enough already— Big brother…!!!”

********************************************** *PUNCH* Motherfucking! *PUNCH* Arrogant! *PUNCH* Self-absorbed! *PUNCH* Italian! *PUNCH* Prick! *PUNCH* Sweat ran down my face as my fist continued to make contact with the punching bag. It continued like this for another 30 minutes before I yelled out in frustration and roundhouse kicked the bag harder than necessary, causing it to break the chain connecting it to the ceiling and split in half on the gym floor. One freaking month. Thirty goddamned days!!! That’s how long it’s been since the little excursion with Ace in the basement. My fists clenched at the memory:

Dumbass. And now that we have company, it’s not like I can try to address the problem. I don’t get much chance to say anything as I get smacked. “I am getting fed up with people hitting me today,” I exclaimed just before being pulled into a hug that cracked my back. I mean that literally; I heard it crack.

Another slap on the left butt cheek. A soft moan slipped past my lips, wetness pooled. When I didn't answer, his hand came down with a sharp, slap across my right butt cheek . I flinched, gripping the desk. God, my body betrayed me—I couldn't stop the rush of heat that flared inside.

I felt more oil being poured over my ass. A butt plug. Oh fuck, yeah.

My heart pounded so loud I could hear it in my ears. Shit.

The size of him alone made my heart drop as I feared he might ruin me. "Hold still," he said. "It'll hurt at first." He grabbed hold of my leg for leverage, lined himself up, and thrust forward.

I forced myself to breathe slower and tried to relax. I felt like I was wedged open wide and imagined that everyone in the office was going to be staring at ny inflated arse as I walked back down the office. Instinctively I clenched my buttocks and yelped at the pain as my hole was squeezed tighter round the unyielding metal.