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“We’re sorry, Smurf..” He sighs out quietly.
Pope can feel the tears forming in his eyes as she continues to yell and point fingers at the boys. They all stand in a half-circle around the living room, waiting for her to finish. Smurf starts to pick things up from the table and throw them around the room.
“THIS JOB WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CLEAN AND EASY. HOW THE HELL DID YOU BOYS FUCK THIS UP?! SAME WAY YOU FUCK EVERYTHING UP. AND YOU, POPE, YOU CAN’T DO SHIT RIGHT. YOU ARE FUCKING USELESS!” she screams so loud it feels like his ears bleed.
He can’t take it anymore. It is impossible to remain strong when Smurf is yelling at him like this. He’s angry and upset and he just can’t bear it anymore so he rushes out the door.
“WHERE ARE YOU GOING? YOU ARE A PUSSY, THE WORST SON IN THE WORLD!” her voice fades as Pope gains some distance away from the house.
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He feels like he walks for ages, letting the tears flow out of him. How could he fuck this up? He didn’t mean to hurt anybody but they were threatening his brothers and he had to protect them. It wasn’t his fault, was it?
He couldn’t stop replaying what Smurf had said in his head. He was awful. He was the devil himself. He deserved nothing. He deserved to be in pain. He deserved to be humiliated.
Without realizing it, he finds himself at your doorstep.
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There is a sudden pounding on your door and you get up from the couch to answer it. You open it hesitantly but, when seeing who it was, you swing your door the rest of the way open.
“Andrew! What are you doing here?” You question happily. He never comes over this early in the day.
His eyes meet yours, all red and swollen from crying.
“Baby, what happened?”
His throat won’t let him speak so the only noise he’s able to let out is a soft whimper. He takes a step towards you, careful not to cross over a boundary that neither of you knew existed. You open your arms for him to cuddle into you. Your hands settle on his broad back and rub, comforting him, as his face rests below your chin.
You know it’s bad but you secretly like it when he’s like this. All swollen and upset. In moments like these, he needs you. He needs you to understand him and his pain. And he needs you to do something about it.
“Come in honey,” You release your hands from his back and instead grab his hand to bring him inside.
Once inside, he pauses in the living room before dropping to his knees and putting his head in his hand. He presses his palms into his eyes, trying to stop the tears that continuously flow.
You leave him there, only momentarily, to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. His whimpers only grew louder as you walked away. You return to find him in the same position you left him. As you near the couch, you place the glass of water on the coffee table and sit down.
You know what he needs.
“Baby… Can you look at me please?”
He releases his hands from his eyes and slowly looks up. God, he looks gorgeous as he kneels on the floor, eyes red, face wet from tears, messy curls, and oh so hard. His bulge becomes obvious underneath his jeans as he sits there.
You don’t know why it happens — Why he gets so unbelievable turned on from things like this. But, you don’t question it. You love him anyway.
“Come here sweetheart,” you pat your lap slowly.
His hands fall forward to the floor and he adopts a tabletop position. He looks unreal as he slowly moves one hand in front of the other, legs following. He is only a few inches away from you now and you give him a pitying look. He cautiously lets his heavy head fall into your lap. Immediately, his body relaxes as your scent consumes him.
He nuzzles his head into your legs and lets his tears flow freely. Your hands reach to play with his curls, messing them up even more than before but he knows he’s safe in your gentle touch. His hands rub up your soft legs, seeking any comfort he can get from your skin.
“It’s ok sweetheart. You’re ok. Let it out, I’m here,” you whisper, barely audible enough for him to hear, “What do you want baby?”
His whimper is muffled from the meat of your thigh but you already know what he wants. You’ve known what he’s wanted since the moment he showed up on your doorstep.
The speed of his hands that rub on your legs increase and he starts to move. He cries hard as his body reacts to the situation. His wanting cock is ready to come just from your voice and your touches. He starts to rut against the floor, your leg, trying to find any sense of release the world has to offer.
“Please..” He whimpers out as he speeds up, “Please Mommy…”
“Ok sweetheart. Just once and then I’ll help you.”
His hands are on your right leg now as he humps pathetically into it. He looks so beautiful and desperate you can’t help but smile.
“My boy. My good, good boy.” You whisper down at him.
He groans and stills on your leg when he comes. He feels so embarrassed and humiliated, getting off without any touching. But, he doesn’t care. He needs to feel this. He deserves to feel bad.
You run your hands through his hair one last time, “Get up, Andrew.”
His hands steady himself on your knees when he rises. There is a large, noticeable wet spot on the front of his jeans.
“Oh baby… Is this for me?” your fingers trace the stain.
He nods, refusing to meet your eyes.
You let out a small chuckle before demanding, “drink your water baby, you’re going to need to stay hydrated.”
He bends slightly to pick up the glass and drinks it all in only a few big gulps. Then, he sets the glass back down in its original spot.
“Go to the bedroom and get situated. Let’s use your chair tonight, ok?”
He nods again and walks off, pitifully, to the bedroom.
After watching him walk off, you decide to give him a couple of minutes to set himself up. Then, you stand and walk to the bedroom.
You open the door and immediately take notice of him. He sits pretty and naked on a wooden chair in the center of your bedroom. His throbbing cock is on full display, bright red and dripping, ready to come again. On your bed lies several items of interest: a rope, lotion, a knife, and a vibrator.
His hands are placed evenly on his bare thighs and his eyes look down at the floor. Excitement twinges at your heart, you love it when he lets you do this.
You walk towards the items and first pick up the rope. Your hands stretch out the rough knots as you step closer to Pope on the chair, then, you start to tie him to it. His hands move obediently to the back of the chair and you fasten handcuffs out of the material. Then, you tie his ankles to the legs and, finally, his torso to the middle of the chair. You pull on every knot to make sure it’s fastened so he can’t get out.
“Are you ready baby?” He nods eagerly, “You remember the safeword right?” He nods again.
Your hands grasp the lotion bottle first, deciding on a classic hand job before getting into the more intense parts. You squirt the cool liquid into your hands and rub them together to spread it. Then, you get down on your knees in front of the tied-up Pope.
Your right hand grasps his base firmly and gives it a bit of a squeeze, eliciting a pornagraphic whimper from deep in his throat that you feel in your core. Your hand starts to move up and down slowly, testing how his cock reacts to your touch. Then, you add your left hand. You jerk him off with both hands, up and down, twisting until his head falls back in pleasure and he lets out a loud hiss.
He wants to touch you so bad. He wants to put his hands on your body but he can’t. He doesn’t deserve to touch you, to feel you. This is exactly what he deserved after disappointing Smurf.
Your hands continue at a steady pace and he keeps letting out pathetic noises that almost sound like your name but are not quite there yet.
“I’m close” he breathes out, barely audible.
His head swings down so his neck rests on his chest and his eyes stare right into yours. Your hands pick up the pace, twisting at speeds he hasn’t experienced yet.
“Come for me sweetheart.” And he does.
His body shakes from the intense pleasure he feels. It rips through his chest and travels to his arms and legs before shooting out of his tip. He coats your hands with his white come and moans your name. It is music to your ears and only turns you on more. But, tonight isn’t about you, you just want to make sure your boy feels good while also being punished.
Your hands slow and guide him through his experience to wring every last bit of come from his beautiful cock.
“Yes baby, let it all out.” he groans to the sound of your voice and you can tell from the noise that he is experiencing pure bliss.
“Hurt me. I don’t deserve to feel this.” He pants
You wipe your come and lotion covered hands on his discarded clothes before reaching onto the bed and grabbing the knife. You get up slightly so you are kneeling but you hesitate. You always do before starting something like this so he has a way out but, he just nods.
You bring the knife to his thigh before poking it to the edge to his skin and dragging. You watch his skin slowly gape open, drawing blood to the surface. Not enough to genuinely hurt him but, just enough to make him draw in a sharp breath. You both watch as the blood flows free from the small cut you just made on his leg.
You move the knife further up his body to his hip. You press the edge in and drag. The skin splits open and out comes more blood. You make the same cut but flipped so it creates a little bloody X on his hip. You love marking him like this and he loves it too. This much is obvious from how his cock is slowly hardening up again.
You cut him a few more places on his body, leaving a stinging feeling each time you lift the knife away but, he loves this. Feeling the sting and watching the blood flow grounds him. It reminds him he is human. But, it also reminds him that he deserves this. He needs to be hurt so he can remember all that he’s done to disappoint the people around him.
When you take the knife away from his body for the final time, he lets out a saddened whimper, missing the pain and satisfaction it brings him.
“It’s ok baby. We’re not done yet.” You comfort him.
Your hands put the knife back where it belongs on the bed just to replace it with the vibrator. This is your favorite part, as is his. You love the sounds he makes and the way you have complete control over him. He loves how brainless it makes him and how painful it can get.
You turn it on to the first setting and bring it closer to his tip. He feels the vibrations before it even makes contact and releases a throaty noise. Then, you touch it to his deep red tip. His body jolts from the intensity. It may only be on the first setting but he is extra sensitive from coming twice already.
You grip the base of his cock to hold it steady, eliciting another moan from him that drives you crazy. You run the vibrator over every inch of his tip before bringing it down to the middle of his cock.
He feels every movement through his entire body. His limbs jerk as he tries to get out of the ropes that tie him down. He knows he can’t, you’ve gotten excellent at tying them tight, but he tries anyway. He feels so good but so overwhelmed and he knows he won’t last much longer.
His orgasm shakes his body, making the chair squeak below him. Ropes of hot cum burst from his tip and land all over his lap and your hand, for the second time. However, this time, you bring your hand up to your mouth and lick his release from your skin. His eyes follow this movement and continue to track it as his spend slides down your throat and you swallow.
“Baby… Look how hard you came and that was only the first setting! How pathetic you are. My good, good boy.” You cup his face with your hand.
His brain can’t focus on much else but the sensations he just felt and he wants more.
“Please… Another,” he sighs out as he tries to catch his breath.
Maybe it is the pitiful looks he wears on his face or maybe it is just because you love it when he gets dumb but you bring the vibrator back to his overstimulated tip. You go through the same motions you did before, only this time, you turn the settings up so it goes harder and faster. He’s actively moaning now and you watch as a tear falls from his eye.
His voice is scratchy from mumbling out words that you can’t understand and you know he’ll wake with a sore throat tomorrow but he doesn’t seem to mind or care.
His brain can’t form a single thought as all of his energy is going towards feeling everything you give him. All he can focus on is the pain and pleasure that sears through his body from the constant torture that you are inflicting on his cock.
His fourth orgasm comes without warning. His tip spurts out his release right on top of his last one. His brain goes numb and his body relaxes into mush as pleasure rips into him. He is experiencing pure bliss and pain from the overstimulation.
You turn the vibrator off and take it away from his cock to place it back on the bed in its original spot. You quickly unravel the ropes around his ankles and the knots around his hands. Then, you untie the one around his torso that holds him to the chair. After it comes undone, his limbs flop forward and his exhausted body falls to the floor.
You take him into your arms and he nuzzles into you, overstimulation making his skin crawl from the new contact. But, he enjoys every second of it. He needs to feel everything.
“Strap…” He whispers into your neck
“What baby?” You cradle his head in your hands
“I want… Your strap…” his brain has been dumbed down so much it takes almost a full minute for him to get his words out.
You knew immediately what he was talking about but you needed to hear him say it again. You have only used your strap twice as it is reserved for the most special of occasions.
“What my boy wants, my boy gets.” You plant a chaste kiss to his forehead before attempting to hoist his practically-limp body onto the bed.
He gets the message and tries his hardest to wiggle his way onto the soft comforter. Excitement surges through him at the thought of being able to feel more. The more times he comes, the more painful and overstimulated he will feel. He wants to be punished for what he’s done.
Before he has the chance to let his tired body drift into sleep, you go to the closet to grab your silicone strap-on. You tie the toy around your waist and approach your dumbed-down boy on the bed.
“Andrew, are you sure?” You want to be positive that he will be ok with this because you don’t do this often.
He nods lazily, “please,” he begs.
You have to pause before getting any closer just to admire him. He looks gorgeous like this. All dumb and fucked out on the bed. His spend covers his legs and his stomach and his cock is fighting to get hard again. He’s so overstimulated and sweaty from his previous orgasms.
He’s crying still and his hands reach out, trying to grab at you and bring you closer to him. He knows he doesn’t deserve your love and your touch but he craves it anyways.
And you give it to him. You stand in front of the bed and open his weak legs so you’re slotted between them.
“I’m going to have to open you up baby, ok?” Your hands reach for the lotion bottle you discarded on the bed earlier and pump some into your hands.
He whines at the thought of not being fucked right away but he knows that if you don’t prep him, he could split open.
Your hand reaches down to trace circles around his hole. His cock twitches at the sudden contact, now fully erect and ready to come again. One finger slips in easily with a pop. You thrust it in and out of his hole as little noises from his lips.
Another finger slips in, right beside the other one. You scissor them open, trying to stretch him out as best you can before you plug him. His body is so unbelievably sensitive that he is in danger from coming again, just like this.
“In..” he lets out unintelligibly as his head rolls to the side.
Your fingers come out of his hole followed by a whine from him at the loss of fullness.
“I know baby.. I know. But I’m going to fill you up.” The tip of your strap makes brief contact with his hole before slowly pushing in.
Deep whines come from his throat at each inch that enters his hole.
“God, you’re sucking me in sweetheart. I can feel how you’re pulling on it.”
“I can’t..” he sighs out, “too much..”
“You can take it baby, this is what you wanted.”
He groans in response.
You are now fully bottomed out inside of his ass and you gently pull a few inches out before slowly thrusting back in, letting him get used to the size. His eyes roll back into his head, his red tip leaks.
Although you can’t really feel it yourself, it is obvious how good it is from the way he looks below you. His hands grip the sheets when you finally pick up your speed and hit his prostate. You set an almost punishing pace that hits his spot every time you thrust.
Then, just to overstimulate him even more, your hand reaches to jerk him off, matching the pace of your thrusting. His body convulses when he comes. He loses access to all of his senses and his body just shakes with pleasure. He feels so much but yet nothing all at the same time. Ropes of cum land on his torso, adding to the mess he’s already made.
When every last bit has been fucked out of him, you slowly pull out and untie your strap from your body, setting it aside.
You pick up an article of clothing thrown carelessly on the ground and wipe him off with it. His body jolts at every touch and he whines from all the sensations. When you are done cleaning him up, you throw the cloth back on the floor and climb into bed, ignoring your toys from earlier.
You pull his body into yours and he settles like he belongs there, letting out a satisfied hum when you wrap your arms around him.
“You did so well sweetheart. You were such a good boy for me tonight, letting me use you like that.” you whisper into his ear.
In response, he nuzzles in closer to you. If he could stay inside your skin forever, he could, but he can’t, so he settles for this.
And tomorrow you will discuss what got him so worked up that he came over like this but, for now, his mush brain and sensitive limbs will rest gently in your arms.