The most exquisite form of destruction
The first strike of Ronan’s cane against my ass is sharp and unexpected. I groan and bang my head against the floor. Ronan strikes me again and again, a handful of times against practically the same spot on my ass.
The pain sears through me and the milker draws another unexpected orgasm out of me. I’ve never come in such quick succession, and it feels like my balls are dipped in fire. Everything between my legs is swollen and sensitive already, but there’s no reprieve.
“That’s two then?” Ronan asks.
“Two, Ronan,” I manage to reply.
“We’re off to a quick start.” He drops the cane and it clatters to the ground, then his hands are on me, roughly kneading the striped mounds of my backside between his fingers. My back bows as I fight to get away from the assault, but the cuffs around my wrists rattle and remind me there’s only one way out of this, and that’s with a the word, stop.
I don’t want out, though, so I take a deep breath and force the muscles I still have control over to relax.
“Look at you,” Ronan whispers. “You’re a slut for it.”
He grinds his fingers into the marks on my ass. “You’re a dream.”
My eyes fall closed, and I whimper. If it weren’t for the ache in my cock and balls, I’d be flying right now, but it’s only a matter of time. Like all things we do, this too shall turn into heaven.
Ronan releases my ass with two sharp slaps, and I moan for him like the masochistic little whore I am. He walks around to the front of me, his bare feet coming into view just in front of my face.
“I think this is a good opportunity for you to thank me before we go any further.”
I pause. Haven’t I thanked him? I’m sure I have. I know I think it, but have I never verbalized how much I appreciate him and the things he does to me?
I’m lost in thought and before I can get back into my head, Ronan loosens the rope and kicks me onto my back. The cold floor bites into the bruises on my ass and Ronan straddles my chest. He has his cock in his hand and he slaps me across the face with it. He pushes the slippery head against my lips until I open them, and he feeds me his cock until I’m gagging on it.
“Thank me,” he whispers.
I relax my throat as best I can, and he forces himself into that part of me. Tears leak from my eyes and he reaches down and scoops them with his fingers, pushing them into my mouth as well. I taste my salt, and his salt, and I come again. I don’t think much comes out of me, but the milker just pumps away like it isn’t the most exquisite form of destruction I’ve ever been a part of.
“Look at you.” Ronan’s voice is as thick with want as his cock. “Was that three?”
I nod and squeeze my eyes closed. My whole body is covered in gooseflesh and sweat, and cum leaks out of the milker down my shaft and balls. Lube trickles out of my ass, and there’s tears and spit all over my face. Ronan pulls his dick out of my mouth and traces my chapped lips with the tip of it.
“Thank me,” he commands again.
“Thank you, Ronan,” I say.
He grins down at me like a feral beast, and then something hot splashes against my mouth.
“There you go, Kevin. Open up for me. You look thirsty.”
He’s pissing on my face, and I open my mouth, and it pours into me. He’s hot and tangy against my tongue, and I want to hold him there until my mouth is full, but there’s too much.
“Swallow or you’ll choke,” he tells me, so I do. I swallow his piss and then he rubs his cock across my face, smearing himself all over me. He slaps his cock against the side of my face and I’m reminded how big he his. He’s not even fully hard, but he’s pressing down on his shaft and fucking himself against my cheek.
I’ve never wanted someone inside of me as much as I want him.
“Are you still hard?” Ronan stands up and jerks his cock.
"Barely.” I have to say the word twice to get it out because another orgasm rolls over me, battering me like a wave and leaving me in a limp puddle on the ground at Ronan’s feet.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes, Ronan.”
“Do you like it?”
