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‘You can be rougher next time, Scara. I’m not that weak.’
‘I doubt you could handle what I have in mind, dear.’
‘I’ll bet 50 bucks that I can. Try me.’
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That is how you got dragged into this. You groaned a bit as you woke up, your eyes feeling abnormally heavy. You took a few seconds to groggily awaken, yet you immediately got aware of your surroundings as you realized where you were. Your eyes widened and your heart picked up as you looked around and at yourself.
Tied up. That’s what you were at the moment. You were stuck in suspension, naked, secured in the air with ropes and large amounts of leather straps connecting god knows where. Your hands were locked behind your back, your legs having barely any freedom either. Only your ankles were free. You shifted around to try and pry yourself out of there, but the only thing you discovered was that there was a wall behind you. Placing your feet flat on the surface of the wall, you tried to wiggle out of this, but it was useless. You were stuck. You gulped down the lump of worry in your throat and put your mind to work instead.
You couldn’t remember much from before you got in here. Just how you had this conversation with your husband, Scaramouche, which made him go quiet and leave your shared bedroom in a hurry. You thought about the conversation. It was true that you’d pushed his buttons, but you expected him to be irritated for a while and drop the subject then. This was different. This was clearly one of his antics.
You looked around to try and spot Scara, but he was nowhere to be found. There was nowhere he could hide in the basement you were locked in. There was only this room. Getting a little desperate, you were just about to call for him when—
*SLAM*
A door slammed shut right over your head. It seemed he was home.. and very unhappy. Your heart twisted in worry as the stairs to your room creaked. He approached. He slowly opened the door to the basement, his eyes locking onto your suspended form in the back of the room. He had a glint of mischievousness in his eyes, yet his posture and breathing showed he was mad. He walked in the room, locking the door behind him. He carried a black bag with him, which he dropped to the floor near a wall.
‘So you wanna play it like that, uh? You think you got what it takes to handle my deepest fantasies? You think you got the endurance for it, tough boy?´
You kept your mouth shut, unsure of yourself right now. You certainly hadn’t known about Scara’s advanced skills in bondage and suspension. He’d never spoken a word of this. Yet, even with how you were at his mercy, your ego won over.
‘I think you’ll owe me some money when we’re finished here.’
Scaramouche scoffed. Even tied up like this, you were still as bratty as ever. He took his time to walk up to you, checking you out from where he stood. You were a sight to behold. Red rope mixing with leather hugging your contours and sinking into your plush skin whenever you tried to squirm away. It was a delight. Scaramouche sighed and looked down to your body. His eyes immediately settled on your slowly rising cock. Your husband raised a hand to grab the sensitive skin around you and rubbed it gently. That sight sent slight tingles in your abdomen, getting your cock harder much faster. When Scaramouche deemed you ready, he stroked you in slow rock of his hand, taking his time to go from a squeeze at the tip down to a firm grasp at your base.
You sighed as his hand gently worked your length. It felt good, yes, but not enough. His pace was much too slow and it lacked a lot of effort. Just as you were about to whine about how slow he was going and how he’d never get you off, he licked the head of your dick. The sudden, unexpected feeling of his warm tongue sent shivers down your spine as a surprised gasp entered your lungs. He continued to stroke you at a sluggish pace while he worked your tip with his lips. He kissed the head, effectively gathering pre-cum over his lips in the process, and then licked a long stripe right through your slit. Your hips jumped, attempting to buck into that warm wetness coating you, but the restrictions set on you held you perfectly still.
He did so a couple more times to tease you further. Small kitten-licks going from the base of your shaft up to your head, where he hungrily fed off the pre-cum you gave him. His tongue slotting perfectly between the narrow gap of your cock gained moans from you each time. Scaramouche repeated this a couple times before he made his move. Instead of licking your arousal clean, he let his mouth dive over your tip, sucking on it like a starving dog. You moaned out loud, not expecting to get sucked in like a leech. His tongue dragged against the veins of your cock, sending shivers down your spine. You threw your head back and tried to reach a hand out to tangle in his hair, but you were soon reminded of your inferiority as you couldn’t move a muscle.
You groaned as you stared down at Scaramouche, seeing him hollow his cheeks as he took more of your shaft in his mouth. He looked so gorgeous, your husband. All obedient as he sat on his ankles, mouth full of cock.
You stared at him from above, breathing heavily. Scara noticed the pants you tried to hide and looked up at you as he sucked on your head again, his tongue swirling alongside the slit. You felt a wave of heat rush to your groin as he kept eye contact with you like that. Scaramouche smirked as you twitched on his lips, noticing the effect he had on you. Scara let his tongue circle you one last time before he sunk down completely over your cock. He took you right down his throat without a gag, without a tear in those eyes of his. He wasn’t human, after all. You cried out, not used to being taken to the hilt while doing oral. His blowjobs were phenomenal. The way his tongue traced your veins, the way his mouth snapped right back down to your base after each bop of his head, the way he sucked your cock with each pull back.. fuck, you were gonna cum. You had to cum.
‘S-Shit.. I’m gonna cum honey.. I’m gonna…’
Yet, it never came. Your sweet, mind-blowing orgasm never followed. Scaramouche pulled himself off your shaft the moment he felt you at the edge, making you desperately buck against the ropes and leather holding you together.
‘Fuck! Scara.. come on..’
Scaramouche ignored your pleas, getting up and moving away. You frowned, squirming around in the straps holding you tight. You couldn’t do anything, you couldn’t even grab your own cock to finish yourself off. You grew frustrated at the lack of attention Scara gave you as he turned his back to you, fumbling around in the black bag he brought in earlier.
‘Oh my fucking god! Scara, just- just do something for fuck’s sake!’
You rolled your eyes as he continued to ignore you. You’d flip him off so bad if you could in your position. You could see your cock all red and begging to be touched, so hard and swollen. You looked away almost immediately, humiliated by how turned on you were despite the conditions.
‘So.. you want me to do something, uh? I’ll do something, you’ll see.’
Scaramouche smirked as he walked up to you with a small ring and another thing he’d shoved in his pocket before you could see. You knew what that ring was, but the item he hid? No idea. You didn’t even have a glance at it. Nervousness settled in your lower stomach as you saw him approach and very gently grab your cock. He made sure to move away if you even tried to rock into his hand. You grunted in frustration as he slid the ring around the base of your shaft. A cock ring. Of course he’d make you wait longer! He adjusted the ring so it’d keep you from coming too soon. You felt the tightness at your base keeping you all hard and sensitive, just for him. He had you at his fingertip as he pulled out the object he’d hidden with an almost evil grin.
A thin steel rod, that’s what it was. You frowned in confusion. He pulled out a small bottle of lube, spilling its contents onto the rod.
‘What is that, Scara?’
No answer.
‘Scara.. where’s that going?’ you asked in a suspicious tone.
He grinned even more. Scaramouche brought the rod right next to your cock. It was a little longer.
‘Right here where it belongs.’
The pieces clicked together for you. That rod, next to your cock, with this smirk on his face. The unknown stick was supposed to get in your urethra. You gasped out as your eyes widened. You started to worry a little.
‘That’s not going in there, Scaramouche! I can’t take that!’ you yelled.
Your husband smiled at your despair, bringing a hand to your cheek. He stroked the side of your face gently, his thumb rubbing the skin under your eyes.
‘Not so confident now, are you? Did you change your mind? Oh, you poor little thing.’
You frowned as Scara babied you. Sure, you were nervous, but with good reasoning! Was he crazy, thinking about shoving that stick up your dick?! Still, your ego won over yet again. No way would you let him make fun of you like this. Plus, if he proposed something like this, it must mean that it wouldn’t hurt, right?
‘Oh, shut up. Don’t treat me like a child!’ you snapped back. Scaramouche’s eyes narrowed. He shrugged off your attitude, knowing it would end real soon.
Scaramouche, still holding your cock in a light-feather hold, spit onto your head, rubbing circles over your slit. You groaned when he stopped kneading your tip as soon as he deemed you slicked enough. That’s when you realized maybe you shouldn’t be annoying him too much. He held the sounding rod in one hand and held it over your cock. A long, thin bar of metal with a ring at the top. You guessed the ring was to retrieve it perhaps. You gulped at the thought of how it’d fit, but you quickly shrugged it off as you didn’t want to appear weak and scared to your husband. You would win this bet.
You immediately gasped as Scara pressed the tip of the rod into your slit, dipping into your urethra only slightly. If that small amount was enough to get a gasp out of you, how would you take the rest? Scaramouche seemed to notice how your breathing got a bit more urgent and ragged. He stopped there, keeping still to get you to adjust to the weird feeling. It was definitely an experience. The spot he’d dipped the bar in already felt so incredibly full; which was an unusual occasion. You slowly took in how the rod stretched you very lightly, enough to feel some tension but luckily not enough to hurt. It felt different, way different than anything you’d ever felt.
Carefully, Scara let the sounding rod slide into your tight canal, stopping its slow drop the moment he sensed you tense up. Halfway done now. That feeling of fullness in your cock sent shivers up your spine. Scaramouche, with a bit of mercy, gently kissed the head of your swollen cock to help the unease you felt in your lower stomach. You sighed at the touch of his lips, yet you couldn’t concentrate on that much considering your urethra was getting almost impaled at the moment. You were glad Scara was this patient with the process. He knew it would take a while for you to take it all as a beginner, which is why he’d slid on the ring earlier to help you stay hard around the stick.
The base was probably the most uneasy part. It slid in quite easily, but you had to force your hips still, even with the restraints holding you. Scara finally stopped for the last time, which earned a grateful sigh from your lips. The full feeling inside of you was more than overwhelming. You couldn’t even believe this was real. You looked down to see your cock all red, still a little bit more of the rod out of your slit. You gave heavy pants as Scaramouche watched your cock twitch around the foreign object.
‘There you go. How’s it feel, uh? Not so bad?’
You focused on what you felt down there. It was so overwhelming and so new, you didn’t even know how to explain it.
‘Full and, uhm.. tight?…I’m getting my dick fucked, how do I explain that!’
Scaramouche snickered. That was exactly the reaction he hoped for. As he held the sounding rod by the ring, still keeping the left-over length out of the duct, his other hand wrapped around your shaft. He spread some lube from the bottle next to him onto your whole length before slowly stroking you up and down. Yes, it felt good when he gave you a handjob, but with the sounding rod inside? It felt wonderful. Each time he pulled up your skin, you felt your greedy urethra pull more of the rod inside, only to let go once Scara let his hand slide down. You felt the sensations from both inside and out, earning a whine from your lips.
Scaramouche smirked at the sound, letting his hand go at a faster pace. Your eyes rolled back as you felt the metal slide in and out of your canal at the same rhythm Scara set. It was incredible. You could drool from how much better this felt compared to a normal handjob. You tried to rock your hips along with Scara’s fingers, but it didn’t work much. You could only close your eyes and feel as you experienced a familiar deep tightness in your stomach. You would come, but that cock ring kept you from doing so. You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from begging as you spoke out.
‘Scaramouche.. oh, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!’
Still, he didn’t remove the ring. He stopped fondling your shaft and instead fixed his attention on the sounding rod. He grabbed the ring atop its length and gently slid it in and out of your canal. You cried out, the tough facade you’d put up against your husband shattering as you let out moans and pleads. You couldn’t stand it. This felt much, much better than stroking. It forced you to focus on the thrusts inside of you instead of anything else. Yet, as good as it felt, the pressure in your abdomen only grew, without being able to do a thing about it. You couldn’t cum.
You felt your eyes welling up with tears. Could you take this any longer? You panted out and tried to beg your husband once more.
‘Scara! Oh god, please! Please, please! I’m begging you! Let me cum!’
Scaramouche stopped thrusting the rod inside of you, keeping it still inside. You sighed in relief as his hand went to the cock ring around your base. He stilled his hand there as you watched him with puppy eyes.
‘If I remove this, you’ll have to promise me you won’t cum straight away. Got it?’
You nodded immediately, not even thinking beforehand. Could you hold it? Probably not. You watched as he slid off the ring keeping the pressure inside of you. You held back so hard. You had to cum, you couldn’t hold it! Still, you whimpered as seconds passed without a single movement.
‘I’ll count to 5 and you’ll need to cum on 5. Not a second before, got it?’
You nodded again. You didn’t want to disobey him, but you wanted to let this pressure go so, so bad. He let a second of silence pass as he examined your twitching cock and your screwed shut eyes.
‘One.’
Scaramouche very, very gently moved the stick inside you yet again, and you bit back a moan as you trembled. You couldn’t do this, you wouldn’t make it!
‘Two.’
Scaramouche went a little faster, just barely, but still making enough of a difference for you to notice. You let tears flow down your flushed cheeks as you turned red from holding back.
‘Three.’
Then you couldn’t. You couldn’t hold it anymore. You came around the sounding rod with a silent scream of both agony and eye-rolling pleasure. The white liquid pooled around the stick, climbing up to leak down your length. Most of it stuck at your base, unable to be ejected, which made you let out a broken whine. The tension in your stomach burst, letting relief flow through your veins.. until you remembered the countdown Scara had given you.
Your eyes snapped open to meet his. His eyes narrowed with irritation, holding the sounding into your leaking urethra. You cried out as he fucked the cum back into you.
‘I told you to wait, you stupid slut. You couldn’t wait two seconds, couldn’t you? Two. Fucking. Seconds.’
Your bottom lip trembled. Oh, he was mad. You tried to mutter out an apology before he slid the stick out of your canal, letting a thick flow of cum emerge from your tip. You moaned in relief, bucking your hips against the restraints into thin air. You hadn’t even noticed Scara storming out the room with his instruments and the empty black bag he’d brought.
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The passing hours were excruciatingly long. Your husband hadn’t came back to let you down, which resulted in your muscles getting agonizingly sore. All you could do was lay limp against the leather digging into your skin. You felt cold and dirty, the cum you regretted spilling drying over the floor and your cock. You shivered in the freezing air of the room, closing your eyes and sighing as you felt exhaustion creep over you. Despite the uncomfortable conditions, you fell asleep, not hearing the deliberately quiet footsteps coming your way.
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When you opened your eyes, you were still in the same room, but sat on a chair now. You groaned when you felt your hands tied behind its back. Your sore muscles kept you down. You took a glance around, your eyes immediately setting on Scara in the corner of the room. He eyed you with a dark look. Noticing you were awake, he got up from his chair in the corner and brought along the same black bag, this time stuffed with something bigger.
You took in the situation. Your hands were stuck on the back of the chair, your ankles, to it’s legs. Your hips were free of movement though, which felt different than the complete restraining you were in earlier. You bucked your hips to test out the waters, and you were indeed able to raise them or wiggle around. You snapped back to reality as you noticed a shadow leaning over you. You looked up to meet your husband’s wrathful expression. Both his hand gripped the armrests of the chair, towering over your seating form from above.
‘You should have listened to me, you fucking whore. Look at those thighs, all covered in your own cum.’
Scara pointed to the dried up cum over your skin. It wasn’t something you were proud of, no. You looked away with a flush, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Scaramouche clicked his tongue as his eyes narrowed. How annoying you could be sometimes. His hand gripped your cock all so suddenly, stroking the skin repeatedly, forcing you to get hard again. Your greedy cock rose on its own despite the incredible orgasm you’d had earlier. It was like you never had enough of it.
‘Was it worth it? Was that stubbornness of yours worth the hassle you’re in now?’
You bucked your hips into his hand, not really paying any attention to what he was saying. He sighed as his hand left your cock, letting you fall back onto the seat and grunt in annoyance.
You watched as Scara walked back to the bag on the floor. He reached into it to pull out what looked like a cylindrical tube. You frowned at the new tool he’d planned out. Wasn’t the sounding rod enough? He stood over you with the toy in hand before giving his usual mischievous smirk. You guessed this couldn’t mean anything good.
Without a word, he kneeled and brought the cylinder to your shaft. You shivered as he slid it over the entire length. It was filled with some cold liquid, which you guessed was lube he must’ve squirted in. You started to get a bit nervous then. He strapped the toy onto you to make sure it wouldn’t budge. You wanted to ask Scara what it was or what would happen, but you didn’t want to look desperate. Anyways, you guessed he’d scoff and answer your question with silence, so you let him do as he wished.
Scara smirked when everything was set up. He stood once again, taking out a small remote he’d hid in his pocket. He pressed the power button.
It all hit you right then as the toy started moving. Your eyes fluttered and your head tilted back as the tube squeezed your shaft so perfectly well, simulating slow thrusts into soft walls. Spongy silicone stroked you gently as you bucked along with the machine, your hips desperately grinding up into nothing but the feeling of that fleshlight. Your eyes rolled back as a breathy low moan left your lips. With that sound, Scara was satisfied. He grinned and brought the speed of the mechanism much higher. The change of pace was sudden, quickly going from sluggish to almost brutal in speed. It felt so good, you couldn’t think.
Your hips rocked into air as your nervous breathing turned to loud breathless pants. The way the toy tightened over your cock as it dropped down to envelop you in your entirety was incredible. Your thighs tensed and your hips became frantic as you felt that delicious orgasm build up in your core.
‘I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fucking cum! Oh god.. holy shit..’ you almost screamed.
All of this was so much to feel, so much to take in. The mix of squeezing and quick plunges brought you to an early climax, which Scara laughed about evilly.
‘Gonna cum so soon? I knew you were a slut, but I didn’t know you were this desperate..’
He looked you up and down, your hips squirming uncontrollably in that chair. Your closed eyes, those gorgeous parted lips letting out frenzied gasps and moans.. he couldn’t get his eyes off of it.
When Scara saw you start to ventilate much faster, he walked up to you and kneeled in front of you. He seemed to be fixing something on the fleshlight, but you didn’t exactly care at the moment. Your closed eyes could only squeeze shut with each strokes bringing you closer and closer.. until you felt hands gently caressing your balls. That was it. You bucked with a loud whine, cum shooting out of you and coating the inside of the toy. You took deep breaths to steady yourself before you realized the machine wasn’t stopping. Your eyes opened in agitation to stare at a wild Scara in front of you. His eyes were mean, cold, but his smirk? Evil, ambitious with wrong ideas.
‘Shit— stop it Scara! It’s too much!’
You whined out as the machine kept fucking you at a relentless pace, sucking you in so agonizingly well. You tried to wiggle your hips around, but with how Scara strapped that tube onto you earlier, it wouldn’t budge. Your husband snickered, licking his lips at your distraught expression.
‘Why should I? It felt oh so good earlier, didn’t it? Why don’t you like it now, hm?’
You grunted. Of course he’d make you pay for what had happened. This was cruel.
Despite how much you wanted to spit out another snarky reply to his face, you stopped yourself as the excruciating sensitivity you felt soon turned back into immense pleasure. You sighed and closed your eyes again. Due to your previous orgasm, the toy felt twice as intense. Scara watched from afar, having moved away god knows when. Your hips were frantic. You moved sideways and bucked all at the same time, unsure on if you should enjoy this or escape this place. Although, you just had to succumb to Scara’s shenanigans. He was always a step further, and it didn’t help that he knew all of your most sensitive spots.
Within a few minutes, you felt your second climax rush over you. You forgot all about leaving as you stood on the peak, a sudden stronger squeeze sending you tumbling down into an intense release. You opened your teary eyes to see your own cum spilling in a translucent rubber pipe as the machine milked every remains of cum from your aching cock.
Now it was truly impossible to endure. You groaned and plead for mercy from Scaramouche, who watched you with dark eyes from afar. Your hips hysterically squirmed and tried to back away from the now uncomfortable object. Your lower belly sunk and heavy tears ran down your cheeks as you begged. All your ego was gone now, replaced by an aching need to get this off and get a second of retreat to soothe your much too sensitive dick. Your heart picked up as Scara walked over to you. You smiled in anticipated relief as he stood over you. Was this your moment of relaxation? Was this the moment you were forgiven? Unfortunately not.
‘Keep those hips still.’
That was all he mentioned before grabbing both of your thighs and forcing your lower half flush with the chair. You couldn’t back away now, you couldn’t squirm away or wiggle to focus on something else. You sobbed out, tears falling onto your own skin, soiled by your own dried load. You blabbered nonsense, your mind fucked out and your nerves on fire.
With a bit of both merciful and racking help from Scaramouche’s hands on your balls, you came for a third time. You had almost no more voice to scream. You had no more cum to give either. All that left your throat as your eyes rolled back, was a choked groan.
‘Look down.’ Scaramouche commanded.
You followed the order obediently, too delirious to make up a remark. Scaramouche removed the straps and slid the cylindrical toy off of you with a lewd squelch. You were met with the sight of your puffy red cock quickly settling back down. Not a fresh drop of cum anywhere. You’d had a dry orgasm, for the first time ever.
‘How does it feel to get milked dry like this?’ Scaramouche let out a cruel grin at your corrupted expression. He stood over you, proud of what he’d done to you. He finally managed to crack that ego and sarcasm of yours. In a last act of pure vengeance, your husband pulled out the sounding rod from earlier. You gasped silently, weakly shaking your head as your eyes squeezed shut.
‘You did well. You deserve some sleep, my little prince..’
With that last sentence, which made you frown in confusion, he let the rod drop into your urethra again, easily slipping in due to the previous preparation. Although, this time, he sunk the remaining part of the stick you’d seen earlier, the last inch of the rod he hadn’t slid in. He let it drop even further than your cock and you screamed for the last time.
A last burst of pleasure ran up your veins as he hit your prostate directly. You’d never been hit by a wave of pleasure this strong. It felt heavenly. The strong surge of pleasure mixed with the overwhelming pain of your cock made you immediately pass out, going limp on the chair you were bound to.
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You woke up much more pleasantly.
You rubbed the exhaustion out of your eyes and took in a deep breath to properly start the day. You assessed the situation. You were in your bed, in warm bedsheets and underwear. Arms held you in place lightly from behind. Scaramouche’s, of course. You tried to turn around to face him, but you hissed out in pain and gave up the moment you tried to move your hips. You were sore as hell in your whole crotch. You felt your husband stir behind you before his arms turned you over as you wished. You met his soft morning eyes. He was much, much different than yesterday. His lips parted to speak in a hoarse voice.
‘Don’t move too much, sweetheart. Everything is already taken care of. Just lay back and relax for today.’
Scaramouche pressed a kiss to your forehead as he mumbled. You sighed and let yourself lay limp in his arms. You listened to your husband’s breathing as you laid against his chest. The soft rise of his torso calmed you down and Scara knew that. Despite how mean he could act, he always made sure you were fine afterwards. He’d let you lay on him for hours if you ever wished so, and honestly, right now, that didn’t sound so bad. He took deep breaths to relax you despite the fact he didn’t need to breathe. Some days, when you laid asleep, he secretly hoped he had an actual heart which you could listen to as you dozed off.
All the mess that was spread and dry on your thighs was cleaned along with the sweat and tears covering your face yesterday. He’d made sure that everything was perfect for you this morning. He needed you to be safe and comfortable in his presence, even after the more aggressive and wild sessions you had in private.
He’d show you his love no matter how rough he could get. He would make sure to make you forever happy despite his sometimes much too overwhelming anger. He would care for you in his own way.
A gentle breeze after the storm.
‘You owe me 50 bucks.’
‘Oh, fuck off!’