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Don't move

Summary:

Those two are in an intense BDSM relationship, but everything is consensual. Ok there isnt much context, i know but i m making progress, there are dialogs happening. technically. Alright, ok, it's still just an other porn snippet. What am i doing with my weekends??

Also, a little wave hello to Lilinas, whos work i love very much, especially the Bitch series.

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That's it , what an obedient asshole, crooned Sebastian

Sebastian clever fingers were on Kurt's cock, stimulating, stroking, spreading oil, getting Kurt closer and closer to orgasm.
All the while sitting behind Kurt, cross legged relaxed on the bed, Sebastian watchful gaze surveyed his slave's exposed backside.

Kurt breathed evenly, hands and knees, eyes on the bed cover, concentrating on staying as relaxed as he could
Kurt had played with his ass all day, trying to loosen his hole enough and tire it to make it work this time.

To comply with Sebastian's demand.

When they settled on the bed to start, Sebastian had cooed when he noticed his little gape, proof that his slave was doing his best to obey.
Sebastian had ran an oiled thumb lightly around it and then briefly pushing it inside too, giving the gaped hole a slightly wet shimmer.
He'd called it an obedient little hole, a properly submitted slave pussy, yielding and soft, a good girl, and Kurt had had to take an extra deep breath to avoid shuddering right away and loose the game before they'd even begun.

And then the session had properly started.

His cock had been stripped and squeezed, masturbated, and was now tense with desire under Sebastian relentless hands, glistening with lube.

Sebastian was currently alternating between massaging a thumb in the meat of his cockhead, running little circles in the big vein with 2 fingers under the cock, or lightly sliding a finger pad in the lube along the flange, pushing Kurt's cock steadily to overdrive, a red and throbbing rod of need under his belly.

Kurt's whole ass was tingling with desire, electric tension thrumming from the tip of his cock to his ballsack and his asshole.

As pleasure rolled and made control more and more difficult, Kurt kept his eyes on the plastic pouch set in front of him at the head of the bed.
The pouch where everything would end if he failed again. Kurt's enemy, just sitting there all innocent and plump.
On the nightstand was a ball stretcher and a lean leather strap with a wood handle.
Desperation wrapped around Kurt's throat, chocking.

Before anxiety could get a grip, Kurt tried to regulate his breathing and reached again a space of relaxation. A bead of sweat slipped from his temple.

Kurt's cock was thrumming with the need to fuck, to rut. But Kurt had not twitched, he wouldnt clench , or rock forward , didnt react at all. Kurt wanted to be a good slave. And he very much would like to orgasm too.

Passive. Submit. Dont think about it. You can do it, he thought.

Remind me , asked Sebastian, how many days now ?
27 days , whispered Kurt
'And how does it feel ?' Sebastian asked as his fingers crawled at the top of Kurt cock head , still running the same patient little circles that made his cock throb, now around his piss slit, bringing Kurt cock so close to the brink. 'Mmmmhmmahaaaah' 'oooohhh' and 'yeeeesssss' was all Kurt could answer.

Kurt's balls were heavy and tight with the need to come , skin itchy, and tensing with seed and the promise of orgasm, ready to spurt.

Don't move, don't move, relax. Kurt exhaled and looked under his belly where Sebastian's fingers now dug rhythmically into his cock head with 3 fingers, and he moaned as he felt himself tip over.

'Oh, your asshole just twitched', said Sebastian

'Nooooooo', Kurt thought.

'Aw, that's not even a a twitch, definitely full on clenching, you disobedient little twat.' Sebastian clucked his tongue and just like that Sebastian's fingers were gone. 'I m afraid today was not the day', Sebastian said, disappointment dripping from his tone.

Kurt whined, and couldn't help giving in, frustrated cock thrusting forward, humping the air. Sebastian growled and Kurt knew now he really was in for it.

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Sebastian smacked his rump. 'Bad slave, disobedient, again. You're in need of a good correction, you're not learning anything.'

Kurt whimpered and stopped struggling.

'First things first, those balls are not coming tonight', Sebastian mused. Kurt balls hadn't gotten the message yet, were still feeling ready to shoot, tugging on his crotch. Sebastian took them in hand, played with them a little bit first, soft touches to move them around to be able to get a good grab on both, and then took them in one hand, crushing, and started to pull them down, first a little bit, and then harder and harder, until it was just painful and the near-orgasm felt like a distant memory. Heavy breathing and a wet sniffle confirmed that Kurt was crying. Sebastian was delighted to hear his slave find catharsis outside of orgasm. 'Aw poor baby balls', Sebastian mused, 'denied once more because their owner cannot follow basic orders, it's very very sad, pet'.

Once they were dangling properly, Sebastian pulled them quickly through Kurt leather ball stretcher with practiced fingers. Kurt balls were compressed, jutting at the end of it's leather stem, plump, 2 inches from his pelvis. Sebastian gave them a little squeeze. 'You know what, seems they are in need of draining as well, i think i will milk them as i punish you.' And with that he added the vibrating egg snug under his balls, clipped to the stretcher.

Now get up on your knees, go take your position facing the wall, you know what to do.

Kurt shuffled on his knees until he could place his hands on the wall to support his body. His thighs were now bracketing the plastic pouch.

His cock was an angry red, still a few strokes away from shooting. 27 days had only made it more determined. Sebastian made a circle with his index and thumb around the head of Kurt cock, and pulled Kurt's erection down towards the lip of the plastic container. He was right behind Kurt so his slave couldn't get away , and then with his other hand he took the pouch and tipped it towards Kurt.

'Please, Sebastian' Kurt murmured but Sebastian just pushed Kurt cock firmly down, feeding the head of Kurt raging erection into the entrance of the plastic pouch, where a sloshing half a liter of freezing water and melted ice cubes was waiting to embrace it.

As soon as his member made contact Kurt hissed and tried to jerk back. Sebastian clucked his tongue impatiently.

'Wilful unruly prick ! It has to understand that disobedience bears consequences. And it needs to take what I give and stop complaining. Or do I have to go get the cane, Kurt ?'

'No not... Not the cane, please, just... give me a sec, I will, ok , I can. I can do it...' Kurt sucked in a breath loudly at Sebastian slid his hot member in the pouch again and this time fully submerged it in melted ice cubes. Kurt gave a loud gasp as cold gripped his cock.

'That's it, no orgasm for disobedient sluts' Sebastian said, and tightened the rubber mouth shut like a cock ring, then strapped the pouch around the base of his cock and balls, sealing the prick in a bath of ice water for the rest of the evening, where it would quickly become a limp floating noodle.

Kurt looked at him with hurt and betrayal in his big pleading eyes as the pouch dangled between his legs. It made Kurt look fairly ridiculous, instead of a cock, he had now the alien weight of a plastic pouch dangling between his legs, a heavy weight pulling on his cock and balls for the rest of the evening, as Kurt hunched and his hands hovered uselessly over the pouch, squirming as his thighs closed and wiggled reflexively in a futile attempt to protect his prick from the cold. 'That's it, take it for me, good' Sebastien petted Kurt's hair and gave him a kiss.

Floating in near freezing water sure was a painful punishment, but the reason why Sebastian liked the pouch so much was the sensory deprivation. The pouch would seal away Kurt's prick, it robbed it of any sensations, made it irrelevant to their play, and Sebastian loved the idea that he could could simply spirit away Kurt's prick, where it couldn't be touched and would be forgotten for the rest of the evening.

'Now about the matter of discipline', Sebastian continued, 'scoot back down there.'

Kurt obediently crawled back down the bed on hands and knees, dragging the pouch, and spread his legs wide enough that the pouch would rest on the bed cover, he would take the cold but at least not the weight. Sebastian pushed Kurt torso down, until Kurt front touched the bed. Kurt's back curved submissively like a cat's, presenting his ass up obscenely as much as his spine would stretch. Now that the erection was gone, Kurt was back in a submissive mindset, it seemed.

Sebastian touched an oiled thumb on the slightly gaping anus, circling his hole, massaging a little bit of oil in the crack. He loved it when his slave's asshole glisten a little, not too much, just a hint of inviting softness.

'How many should i give this disobedient asshole, do you think ?', Sebastian mused. '20 sounds fair, yeah ?'
Sebastian guided Kurt hands towards gripping his ass cheeks, pulling open. 'Don't let go' Sebastian murmured. Kurt's ass shivered .

Sebastian took the strap. It was an instrument he had bought specifically with Kurt's hole in mind.
It had a nice wooden handle for an easy grip, with a 10 inches leather strap , semi rigid, and narrow enough to fit in Kurt's ass crack easily, it was easy to aim, and there was quite a thud to it, not just sting .

Now don't move, he said quietly. And without further ado, Sebastian got to work.

Just the first crack had Kurt raising his head from the cover he was buried in, his mouth a shocked 'Ooooh', eyes open wide and unseeing, as Kurt panted the pain away. Kurt obediently kept his ass cheeks open with trembling hands.

More cracks started to fall on his asshole, unrelenting. Kurt cried higher with each whack as Sebastian added layers and layers of stinging pain.

After 5 whacks, Kurt was vocalising continuously. At 9 his right leg kicked, breaking position,
'Don't move !' snapped Sebastian, and whacked the sole of his foot hard.

At 13, Kurt whole body undulated with the pain, breaking position again. His whole back rounded, hands splayed to protect his ass, bottom trying to clench down, away from the strap.

'That's no good, i will have to tie you down' Sebastian said and cocked his head , 'For your own safety, might i add' with a little sadistic smile.

Sebastian came back with the stocks spreader bar, a single bar with 4 restraints, he quickly locked the outside cuffs to Kurt ankles, then repositioned Kurt hand between his legs to capture his wrists into the inner cuffs. Now, like that, Kurt looked pretty well trussed up, but that was not enough for Sebastian, determined to give his pet's asshole the teaching it needed. Sebastian draped a large leather belt with metal rings around Kurt's middle. Sebastian threaded ropes through the rings, linking the belt to the spreader bar, and tightened, bringing Kurt belly down, incidentally curving Kurt back like a whore, opening his thighs around his pelvis, and popping his asshole up on full display.
there would be no more wiggling around or attempt to evade the bite of the strap.

His slave's asshole was already changed, hot pink in color, and gape very nearly closed. Sebastian resumed whacking, full force.

Shlack !

For the last 7, Kurt wailed in the bedcover, snotting spit and tears in the fabric, as his asshole took the full force of the instrument, whack after whack delivered with calm, but mercilessly precise in their aim.

Shlak , Shlak , Shlak

Then it was done.

'Are you very sorry ?' asked Sebastian
'I m sorry, I m sorry' hiccuped Kurt

Sebastian once again let an oiled thumb wander around the asshole, now a terrible shade of purple, it was entirely closed and very puffy. A glistening puffed up asshole had always been Sebastian's cryptonite, his cock twitching at the idea of forcing it open to accept Sebastian's cock as Kurt hissed in discomfort.

'Okay...' said Sebastian, 'but...'
Kurt held his breath.
Sebastian circled the raised flesh one last time , just resting his thumb on the inflamed skin. 'You weren't a very good doll right now about your punishment, were you ? A doll should take it's punishment without moving, and you trashed so much i had to get extra restraints. For this i think i m going to add 3...'
Kurt whimpered in the cover, sniffing.
'...with the switch.'
Kurt went rigid.

'Whyyyy...' Kurt whined, 'I can't take the switch, you know i can't, i can't, pleeease '
Sebastian plunged his oiled thumb in Kurt moist puffy asshole, forcing it open, and staying there for a second testing the delicious give.

'But I have to,' reasoned Sebastian, leaving a sobbing Kurt for a moment to get the switch, and lube. 'You need to learn to be a good doll, Sebastian sing-songed as he pumped his cock to full hardness and lubed himself. 'You should be grateful I'm not planning to switch also your balls and your cockhead.'
Kurt bit his lip.

On the first crack of the switch, Sebastian left a vertical raised welt right in the middle of the puffy rim. Kurt wailed like a banshee, full body contracting, muscles fighting the spreader bar and the ropes and the belt, uselessly.

On the second crack Kurt hiccuped 'please Sebastian please'
'Please what ?' asked Sebastian, palming his cock, adding lube.
'Please, shivered Kurt, fully aware that if he begged to stop, Sebastian would simply add to the tally. Kurt was not allowed to say no during punishment, only to safe word.
'Please give you one more ?' pushed Sebastian
'Please give me one more', Kurt groaned in the cover
Sebastian gave it to him, the satisfying crack making desire pool low in his guts. When the third crack fell, harder than all the others, Kurt positively bawled his head off. Three vertical angry lines were raised on his asshole.

'That's it , you took it well', Sebastian said as he thumbed the hole, pushing a bit more lube in the welts, the rim now a glorious shade of purple, and completely closed, as puffed up as a little donut. Sebastian groaned and notched his well lubed dick into the middle of the puffed up skin, and pressed slowly but without mercy.

Kurt wailed again as his battered anus yielded, his flailing hands and the play of muscles along his back talking about the pain, the welts and the heat as his anus stretched to accommodate Sebastian's fat cock. 'It burns, it burns', Kurt babbled.

'Take it', sighted Sebastian as he sunk his fat cock all the way in, the ring of muscles around him stretching to the max, pulsing with heat and pain. 'Disobedient slut' he muttered as an afterthought. Kurt was crying quietly.

Sebastian took his time fucking in and out his slave. He always loved to have a broken incoherent shivering Kurt under him, it was divine, the silk of Kurt throbbing anus irresistible, the puffy ring hugging his cock like a little mouth.

Remembering the egg nestled against his slave's balls, Sebastian found the remote and started with the strongest setting straight away.

Sebastian proceeded to thoroughly fuck his slave tender hole, trying his best to further irritate the rim of his entrance, enjoying the discomfort of Kurt writhing and spasming around him, little mewl of pains and impotent pleas to please please slow down rising from the bedcover continuously, which told Sebastian that his cock in his slave's ass probably felt like it was made of ginger, at this stage.

Not too long later, Kurt cries changed, more unguarded sounds, moans of loss, long and repetitive, probably indicating that Kurt's balls must have yielded to the vibrations, he imagined his slave piss slit letting go of his cum in slow spurts, opening and closing around globe after globe of seed dripping down in the cold water of the pouch.

Sebastian pounded Kurt, harder and harder, and finally Sebastian grunted and came, then slipped free.

'Ah that was so satisfying', he laughed, and gave a pat to the pouch entrapping Kurt in cold water. Kurt's asshole looked ruined, tumefied and throbbing.

Sebastian removed the egg, then the leather stretcher, and gave Kurt balls a little workout, pulling and pressing to confirm that Kurt balls had been emptied properly.

'I want to see more progress soon, Kurt', Sebastian stated, and his fingers dug hard in Kurt's testes. 'You have to try harder. My slave should know to take the orgasm it is given with gracious passive acceptance. I will have you orgasm with a body fully relaxed in total submission, not trying to take any initiative towards your own pleasure. That means no contractions, no clenching, no humping. Just a soft open body ready for me to play with. You should practice more with the plug tomorrow. I trust you will get there, eventually'... Until then, no orgasm for a wilful slut.'

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Kurt finally got there on day 68, hung from the ceiling by a shibari harness holding his thighs and torso.
Sebastian had learned that icy-hot on his slave's nipples made him more mellow than clamps, that Kurt needed his legs spread so wide they were nearly doing the splits, and that the stretching of his hole beyond fisting level before starting helped put him in a much better mindset for success.

Kurt had been moaning continuously the past half hour in a trance like state, vocalisations with no words straight from his guts, a pure submissive headspace, neither complaining or begging, just punctuation of what was done to his body, louder and louder moans of surrender. His nipples were peaked in the shibari harness, his asshole was wide open and relaxed.

When the spasm of orgasm came, pulled from his mellow and unresisting body solely by Sebastian's fingers, Kurt's kegel muscles barely twitched, weak and subdued, but his cock jumped and spasmed, come spurting on Sebastian's fingers as Kurt moaned a deep guttural sound of helpless pleasure, and it kept on and on, Sebastian squeezing gently his slave's cock, even as his body stayed completely limp in his bonds like a puppet, quiet tears of helplessness running down his cheeks, the sound of Kurt's moans getting higher in pitch as the orgasm went on and on, nearly questioning at the end, as if Kurt' couldn't believe the intensity of the pleasure his master had just given him.

As soon as they were done, Sebastian made a fist, hand coated with his Slave's spend and generously added lube. Kurt was still crying helpless little sobs when Sebastian punched in up to his elbow.

Kurt's ass didn't resist.