There was no preamble, no warmup. That wasn’t what we did or who we were. The sound of the wood connecting with his skin shattered the silence of the room, but Golden’s eyes remained closed. If anything, his expression softened, his body melting deeper into the floor. I hit him again and again, a flurry of strikes in rapid succession. The skin on his ass turned white, then red, with dark spots of purple immediately beginning to blossom where he’d been hit the hardest. Another strike, and Golden groaned, hips bucking forward toward the ground.
Someone was trying to get hard.
“Stretch your arms toward the window.” I dragged my hand away from his spine, down and over the swollen globes of his ass. Golden’s skin burned from the paddle, and when my fingers dug into his bruises, he groaned again, stretching his arms out in front of him.
I teased the base of the plug, pushing and pulling at it like I was ready to remove it, which I wasn’t. I hit him again with the paddle, this time lower, against the delicate place where his leg folded up into his ass. I caught movement from the corner of my eye, which had been my intent. Golden’s fingers stretched and flexed, the only manifestation that my actions against him evoked any response.
I hit him ten more times.
His fingers stopped moving at six, and by eight, his breathing slowed.
“Golden,” I whispered, dropping the paddle and dragging my fingernails over the array of purple and green bruises that peppered the backs of his thighs and ass. He moaned, his fingers splayed and flat against the floor.
“Sir,” he whispered, the sound barely audible.
“You with me?”
He moaned again. He was well on his way to being out of his mind, which was exactly where I wanted him. I was going to fuck him back to life and then send him straight into another galaxy.
I rolled Golden onto his back, his limbs spreading and landing on the floor. When his ass connected with the cool surface, he winced, but didn’t open his eyes. I bent his legs at the knees, putting his caged cock, his tight sac, and his gorgeous ass right where I wanted them.
“We’re going to play a game.” I pinched the inside of his thigh and he arched off the floor. I needed to bring him back a little bit because I wanted him to hate it. “Look at me, Golden.”
It took him a minute, but he managed to get his eyes open. His pupils were shot, dark and wide pools of black that obscured the green of his irises. He looked like he was gone with it, like he would do anything I asked of him. My brain supplied me with the memory of him coming against my stomach while I fucked his mouth with the barrel of my gun, and I fought back a shiver.
I needed to be present.
I rifled through the other things I’d brought with me, my finger hooking through the deceivingly delicate chain that connected a pair of clover clamps. I lifted them out of the pile and dangled them in Golden’s line of sight. He clenched his jaw, eyes falling closed again.
“I want you here with me for this.” I chuckled. “At least a little bit. I don’t want you to forget when I remind you of your place.”
“Help me stay, Sir.”
“Oh, I will.”
I flicked at his nipples until they hardened, then attached the clamps, giving the chain a quick tug to tighten them.
“You’re mine, right?” I asked, reaching for the soft cock sleeve that I planned to fuck right into Golden’s tight channel. “Mine to use as I see fit?”
I slicked my cock and slid the sleeve down my length, then I slicked the outside of the toy. He wouldn’t need the extra lube, though. His ass was already stretched open and ready for me.
“Yes, Sir.” His words had started to sound more coherent, which I was thankful for.
“Good. Now help me get this out.”
My fingers slipped against the base of the plug and he pushed as I pulled. The toy popped out, landing by my knee with a loud bounce. Golden whimpered and I looked down at the gorgeous way his hole gaped open for me. The inside of him was so wet and red and his muscles clenched at the air, desperate for something to hold onto. I didn’t want to let him down.
I surged forward, tunneling into him and burying the sleeve inside. I worked my cock out of it, then patted my hand against the base of it, giving him time to get accustomed to the new intrusion.
“You’re my fuck toy, aren’t you, Golden?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Fuck toys don’t move, do they?” I asked. “They don’t moan, or writhe, and they don’t come, do they?”
“No, Sir,” he agreed, face flashing with agony as he understood what was about to happen to him. What I was about to make him into.
I pushed my cock back inside of him, or rather, into the sheath I’d just fucked into him. It felt almost like fucking one of my jack-off toys, but the heat of his ass seeped through the walls, teasing against my cock. I didn’t think Golden could have managed to stay still and quiet if he wasn’t on the edge of subspace in the first place, and I honestly didn’t want him to. I wanted him to fail, to moan or gasp or clench at me so I could punish him in the ways he needed to be punished.
