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“Such a good pet.”
Victor whimpered at the conflicting sensation of basking in praise as their owner pressed a thumb against his lips, smearing the remainder of their saliva across his bottom lip. He immediately parted his lips, tongue reaching out for them to press the pad of their thumb against his forked tongue. His owner hummed in their approval as they smiled down at his massive form.
“Get into position,” was responded to with the quick shuffle of clothing as Victor clumsily shifting as he scrambled to take his place right. His coat snagged on his knees as he moved, momentarily causing him to stumble forward. His owner only huffed in response as they observed him. Once he was in position, knees spread wide, standing straight in the hard bone of his kneecaps with his back straight, hands clasped behind him, and chin tilted up, they circled him, eyes scanning.
Their riding crop tickled across his back as they swiped it up, causing him to straighten his back even further in response. They smiled.
“Good pet. I see you remembered the right way to greet me.”
Victor couldn’t bite down the sheer glee he felt at the praise. He no longer could tell where the Nemesis parasite’s submission started and where his own began. There was just the pure endorphins he could feel pounding in his veins.
“You did very well this week,” his owner remarked as they looked down at the massive beast of a man. A massive beast who looked up expectantly only at them. A pause. “Except you disobeyed one order.”
Victor’s breath hitched. The harsh smack of the crop against his metal helmet rang across the room.
“I told you to take this off when you see me so I can see my toy’s eyes,” they purred, slipping the crop under his chin. The soft leather tip was hard to feel through his damaged flesh, yet he still shivered in return.
“My apologies. You see…I was quite distracted,” Victor gently replied.
They looked down at him, expression stern before a soft smile momentarily broke their face. “Fix it,” was all they responded.
He scrambled, quickly unhooking the supports of the helmet from the tiny hooks he had embedded into his own skull. He returned to his position, eyes glistening as he looked expectantly.
His owner responded with a satisfied hum before turning their back to him, “You may undress me now.”
Victor let out a soft groan of pleasure at the command, immediately carrying out this sacred duty. His large hands were careful as he slowly unbuttoned each button of their shirt. Long ago, he had learned his lesson and paid well for snapping one of the mother-of-pearl buttons from its tether. The ghost of those lashes still came to mind on rare occasions, making him squirm in his chair at the worst of times.
With each item removed from their body, he folded and settled each onto the counter with care. His owner stood almost bare in front of him, face soft as they watched him drop to his knee, lifting their foot to strip off the last of their socks, leaving soft kisses along their ankles as he stripped the final vestments from them.
“Such good behavior. It almost makes up for your mistake,” they smile down at him. He looks up at them with expectant eyes. They gently withdraw their foot from his grasp and gesture towards the metal table. “Be a good pet and strip yourself and present yourself to me at the table.”
He immediately obeyed. Much faster and more clumsily, he stripped his clothing off, leaving them in a crumpled pile by his chair before bending over the metal table. The metal was cool against his plush stomach, causing his hard cock to twitch in response to the sensation.
He could hear them step up behind him, releasing a soft breath before he heard the hard smack of their hand against his flesh. He let out a soft grunt, more so out of surprise than pain. He could barely feel their strike like this, and they knew this. They knew they had full permission to be as rough as they wished with their toy. He could handle their chewing.
He heard the rustle of them looking through their bag. He wiggled expectantly on the table, wondering what they had chosen this time. His answer was swift as he felt the harsh crack of the cane on his ass, immediately welting the cracked flesh.
He hissed with each strike. Blood dripped down his ass and thighs. As each strike layered on, he felt his mind drift more and more. At some point, he stopped hearing the crack of the cane. He couldn’t tell when it had stopped, but their finger tips now traced the healing wounds, whispering gentle praises to him of how well he handled it. How well he behaved for them.
He released a sigh, sinking comfortably into the table on his shaky legs as the nemesis inside him quickly healed the wounds. He had long ago grown past the disappointment that he could not wear their marks upon his flesh for prolonged periods. He had long ago given up the fantasies of walking into work and having to sit through the aching reminders of these stolen moments together between the intense needs of his research.
He jolted when he felt a cool press against his anus, having lost track of them in his thoughts as they circled his tight hole with their thumb. They would press gently in, testing the muscle. Victor released soft groans, eager to know what kind of fullness he may experience today. The teasing seemed to go on for ages as his cock pulsed and leaked against the table while they toyed with his asshole. Right when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, they withdrew their touch. He whimpered in displeasure, back arching as he tried to chase the sensation as it was pulled away.
They released a soft laugh. “Needy thing, aren’t you, pet?”
“Only for you. Always for you,” he hissed, fingers gripping against the edge of the table.
It was then he felt something new press against his ass. The warm lube dripped wet between his cheeks as a rounded tip pressed against his hole, stretching him. Stretching him further than he initially thought they would, in fact.
They pressed the toy further into him, pausing momentarily to let him adjust to every other inch as it sunk further into his depth before he finally felt something rounded settle between his cheeks. A knot. Of course. He had begged for one previously. Made sure it was enthusiastically clear that he wanted to experience the stretch, curious exactly to how wide his body could accommodate his own desires.
His breath stuttered as he took in all the sensations. The feeling of being slightly too full before the knot even sunk home. The harsh dig of their fingernails against his flesh as they drove the silicone toy…it was heavenly.
And then they started thrusting. It was a harsh pace almost immediately, causing his body to practically crawl up the table as they repeatedly rammed it down to the top of the knot, working his muscles. He let out loud groans with each pull as a small bump stroked across the muscles, massaging his prostate. His cock twitched as the tension quickly built.
Finally, the knot pushed through the tight ring of muscles, immediately sending a jolt of electricity down his spin. He released a groan, body rutting into the table as he mindlessly started to chase the orgasm that quickly bolted towards him. The overlapping sensations of the knotted dildo and the mental experience was doing him in much quicker than he could ever imagine.
Almost as soon as the orgasm started was it ruined as they gripped his cock tightly in their hand, causing him to yelp. It twitched strongly in their unyielding grasp, the pleasure fleeting from him right at the precipice. He released a strangled cry, immediately roughing his ass towards them.
“Please please please please,” the words dropped from his lips like rain. They only responded with a click of their tongue and then the cold press of metal against his cock. A cage.
“Remember, you had a punishment. I gave you some fun, but I never gave you permission to cum.”