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AN: More porn. Stiles/Dominatrix. TW: bondage, collars, feminization, caning/impact play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, crying kink.


Miles away in his own apartment, Peter nearly broke his computer in his haste to click the notification of a new upload. He’d been watching some of the other videos, both incredibly turned on and pissed as all hell that it wasn’t him doing it to Stiles.

Peter would never deny that he was a sadist, he just didn’t openly express that he had been in BDSM relationships in the past. He hadn’t been interested in being with anyone since meeting Stiles, and he was PENT UP, to say the least.

Seeing Stiles in chains did something to him. If he had it his way, the boy would be in them 24/7.

The new video started with the usual disclaimer about safety protocols. The name Kai Mackell was listed next to Stiles’. Peter knew Stiles worked with Dommes and Dominatrixes but was still surprised when the video showed a woman in a tight leather bodysuit sitting in a chair with her legs crossed. 

She made a beckoning motion with her finger and Peter inhaled to calm himself as Stiles came into view.

The teen was wearing a short frilly pastel blue dress and his platform heels were the same shade of pink as the bows that topped the white thigh-high stockings he had on. The collar on his throat was pleated with the blue of his dress. It had white lace around the edges with a tiny pink rose in the center that covered the anchor of the little bell that lay between his collarbones.

He traded his bright red lipstick for a shiny gloss and the rest of his makeup matched the soft aesthetic of his outfit. His hair was grown out enough to show the natural loose curls they hadn’t seen before with his buzzcut.

“You look pretty in that,” Kai said.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Stiles grinned wide, hands behind his back and swaying bashfully.

“I think I’ll be nice today,” she stood up and took hold of the white leash dangling from the D-ring on the back of his collar and led him to a wall covered with paddles and other things meant to be used for impact play.

“What do you want to use, sweetheart?” she asked.

“A cane please, Mistress,” he responded.

“Pick two,” she instructed.

Peter recognized what kinds he chose, smiling to himself, knowing that they were the most painful ones. The thin reed cane would produce a sting while the Delrin was heavier and felt especially “thuddy.”

Kai nodded in approval, holding out her hand for Stiles to give them to her. “Good choices,” she said, “stand by the table.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Stiles complied, walking to the metal table that looked like it belonged in a prison.

Kai laid the two canes down on it and bound Stiles’ wrists together with a pair of white glittery cuffs before bending him over the table. She lifted the skirt of his dress and said, “hold that up, baby.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Stiles said, holding the frilly fabric out of the way.

The woman picked up the slim one and ghosted it on his bare ass. She flicked her wrist, the cane cutting through the air and making contact, leaving a long and thin red line across his cheeks. Stiles moaned, biting his lip.

“You like that, girl?”

Stiles moaned even louder at being called that when the next hit came. “Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

Kai continued with the caning, increasing the force behind the swats. Stiles was hissing at the sting and whining, but his hard cock gave away that he was most definitely enjoying it. He even pouted when she stopped, but grinned happily as she grabbed the Delrin cane.

It made a solid thud when it hit his ass and he yelped loudly. His smile grew wider and he bit his lip, wiggling his hips playfully.

Kai laughed, “oh, you like this one, huh?”

Stiles nodded enthusiastically, “yes, Mistress!”

Peter couldn’t help but chuckle at how Stiles still somehow managed to bring comedic value into a sexual situation. 

The next hit was harder than the first, and Stiles was loving it. It looked like he was about to cum just from the pain alone and the thought had Peter rock hard. Since he was watching other videos of Stiles before, he already had his sweatpants lowered with his dick in hand as he stroked himself. 

By the time Kai decided to end the caning, Stiles’ ass was a dark red and already bruising. The back of his thighs also had lines across them. His lips were swollen from where he had bitten them as she stood him up.

The scene cut to Stiles on his back in a chain-link sling hanging from the ceiling. His legs were spread with his ankles cuffed to the sling as were his wrists. The dress was hiked up higher, exposing his abs.

Kai was working a small, textured toy into him. She trailed a finger along the underside of his cock as he let out small, breathy moans. She commented on how tight he was, a statement that was repeated in all the previous videos.

She pulled the toy out and left the frame for a moment as the camera focused on Stiles’ ass and strong thighs. She returned with a thick dildo attached to a strap-on harness and tapped the tip against his hole.

Stiles threw his head back as she pushed in. She gave no time for him to adjust after she bottomed out, starting a hard pace immediately. The teen keened, fists balling up as she snapped her hips.

“Pretty girl,” she said, “should always have you like this. Chained up with a dick in your ass. Is that what you want?”

“God, yes!” he gasped.

Kai slapped him hard across the cheek, and Peter saw his dick twitch.

“Yes, what?” she hissed.

“Yes, Mistress! Yes, Mistress! FUCK!”

The dominatrix shoved three fingers into his mouth, muffling his desperate noises.

His body started tensing up, his moans getting shorter and higher pitched. Kai pulled out and Stiles whined unhappily. She took her fingers out of his mouth and wrapped her hand around his throat, squeezing over the collar.

“Oh, baby. We’re not done yet,” she grinned.

She continued fucking him and pulling out just as Stiles was about to cum. She edged him until he was a crying, begging mess. Kai was delighted to watch him fall apart, a smirk on her face as he pleaded.

Peter was stroking himself in time with Kai’s thrusts, imagining Stiles was making all those sounds for him. If only Stiles was begging him to cum, begging him to go harder. It didn't help that Stiles looked gorgeous with tears on his cheeks.

Kai wrapped a hand around Stiles’s dick, jerking him roughly. She was gripping him hard enough that her knuckles were white, but Stiles was enjoying the pain.

“Oh, fuck. Please, Mistress. I’m so close. Please!” he pleaded, his voice high-pitched and breathy as his thighs shook with the effort to stop his orgasm.

“Cum.”

The permission was all Stiles needed before he let go, cumming onto his tummy as Kai continued her relentless pace. She gathered the cum on his abdomen, shoving her fingers back in his mouth as he let out a muffled wail. 

“You want me to stop?” Kai asked, grinning as Stiles shook his head.

Peter stroked himself faster, cumming in tandem with Stiles’ second orgasm. Normally, he’d lose interest and click off whatever video he was watching after he finished, but his eyes were glued to the screen. 

It wasn’t until Stiles was sobbing from the overstimulation of cumming multiple times that she finally slowed down.

She stroked his cheek affectionately and kissed him softly, “you were so good for me, baby.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

From the way she looked at Stiles so fondly as the video ended, Peter could tell whatever they had was not strictly sexual. There was genuine emotion in her actions, and it made his jealousy spike.

After a few moments, the realization that he would be seeing Stiles the next day finally sunk in. How the hell was he supposed to look at the kid after watching him get pounded?

He sighed as he cleaned himself up with tissues and cleared his browser history. He would have to think of some way to stop himself from imagining bending Stiles over in front of the Pack next time he saw him, or it would make for one awkward meeting.


“Got any marks after that video?” Ethan asked Stiles once they all arrived at the manor.

“Oh, yeah,” Stiles laughed, “look.”

He stood up and pulled the back of his pants down on one side just enough to show some skin.

“Oh, my fucking god,” Kira gasped, seeing it from the side. “That looks so painful.”

“It’s not too bad,” he shrugged, “it looks worse than it feels.”

“Wait, I wanna see,” Erica said.

Stiles turned to show, giving the rest of the Pack the view of some of the red and purple bruises lines across the top of his ass. The ones who watched the video knew that there were definitely more extreme marks lower down, but he only showed a little bit below his back dimples.

“Jesus, yeah. That looks pretty bad. It really doesn’t hurt?” Aiden asked.

“Just a little sore, but that’s my normal. Honestly, it would be weird if I didn’t have a couple aches.”

“How do you hide the marks from other customers?” Jackson questioned.

“Clients,” Lydia corrected him.

“Okay, fine. How do you hide it from other clients?”

“Whenever I know I’m doing something that’s gonna leave big marks, I try to schedule clients that like seeing them. There’s a whole kink for that; seeing marks made by other people. I bruise easy, but I heal really fast, so these will be gone in two or three days.”

“You don’t think this kind of work is gonna cause issues with dating later on?” Derek asked.

Stiles paused momentarily, scanning his face. “If someone is gonna hold my decisions against me, that’s not a partner I want. They don’t have to like what I do. I’m not expecting to be cheered on. I just want to be accepted.”