“My hand print is still on your ass,” Crawford mused as he climbed back onto the bed. Owen gasped as Crawford’s hand ran over his cheek, soothing pain long ago faded. “Your skin is so sensitive. Iloveit.”
Crawford’s hand moved in slow circles, then dipped downward by Owen’s thigh. His fingertips traveled along the skin there, making Owen shiver, then moved inward until Crawford’s hand was between his legs. Owen dropped his head and closed his eyes as Crawford caressed his balls. Excitement rushed through his chest like water down a stream. Orgasm lurked in the distance, but if Crawford kept touching him like that, it wouldn’t be long before Owen met it facetoface.
“When you lie to me, pet, there are consequences,” Crawford told him. The affection continued, but it was laced with somethingdarker.
He’d beenbad. He was introuble.
Crawford’s tender affection promised pain to come. “When you make me wait, there are consequences as well. When you touch yourself without my permission?” Crawford squeezed gently, and Owen’s lips parted in silent discomfort as the pressure of Crawford’s grip edged toward excessive. “There are consequences for that, too, pet. After this weekend, I’m going to have to lock you up again. I thought we werepastthat.”
Thecockcage.
Owen resisted a moan. The week he’d spent locked up before the first time he’d slept with Crawford was one of the hottest of his life, but Crawford hadn’t seen it necessary to repeat the experienceuntilnow.
“You’re better than that, aren’tyou,pet?”
“Yes, Master,” Owenagreed.
“What a shame it is that you’ve suddenly regressed in your training. Perhaps I’ve been too generous the last few months. We’ll need to reconsider what’s appropriate andwhat’snot.”
Owen imagined himself chained to Crawford’s bed, serving out his punishment by spreading his legs and enduring whatever Crawford gave him. Delirious pleasure, nebulous time, the only sense of movement the waves of pain and pleasure Crawfordaffordedhim.
Owencravedit.
“But don’t worry, pet.” Crawford’s hand loosened, but didn’t part from his balls. “You know it’s in your own best interest. When we’re done you’ll be docile and agreeable. You’ll remember what choices make mehappy.”
God, did he want to make Crawford happy. A whine rose in the back of Owen’s throat, but he held it off the best he could. Crawfordchuckled.
“I’ll admit it was partially my mistake. You’re young and inexperienced, and I should have known better than to trust you to understand the severity of your actions. I promise I’ll set it right, startingtonight.”
The metal clanked. Cold steel met the backs of Owen’s thighs, drawing a startled gasp from his lips. Whatever it was that Crawford was fitting against his body was long enough to span the distance between his thighs and sturdy enough that it wouldn’t bend out ofshape.
“What I have fitted against your body right now is something called a humbler,” Crawford explained. He stroked the small of Owen’s back. “It’s a clamp-like device that fits against the back of your thighs. In a second, what I’m going to do is draw your balls through the opening, then close it and tighten it until they’reheldfirm.”
It took all of Owen’s restraint not to glance over his shoulder to get a wide-eyed look at what Crawford was doing. He’d never heard of something like that before, and he didn’t understand what itwoulddo.
Crawford read his insecurities. “You don’t need to worry. As long as you stay still, the device is completely harmless. It’s called a humbler because… well, maybe it’s best you discovered that onyourown.”
With gentleness unfit for the situation, Crawford eased Owen’s balls through the metal. Owen heard the twist of a vice as Crawford tightened the device, then the additional weight as it locked in place and trapped his balls. There was little pain, and Owen wondered if Crawford hadn’t attached it right. It was supposed to hurt, wasn’t it? This was hispunishment.
“You’re doing so well, pet,” Crawford praised. He reached forward and wrapped his hand around Owen’s bobbing shaft. “Such a good, obedient boy. All you need to do is remember your place. Will yourememberit?”
“Yes, Master,” Owen said. The metal against the back of his thighs was cold and uncomfortable, but it wasn’t the end of the world. He knew Crawford preferred praise over punishment, and Owen figured that since it was his first transgression, Crawford thought the spanking was enough. Owen relaxed, allowing the pleasure Crawford’s hand brought him to chase away the vestigial remnants of his pain. Soon Crawford would mount him and work his knot into Owen’s ass, and they’d forget all about Owen’stransgressions.
“The humbler will help you,” Crawford promised. He pumped steadily, rhythm picking up the more time went on. “I know you won’tforget.”
“No, Master.” Owen almost purred it. Crawford’s hand was his second favorite thing in the world, Crawford’s knot the first. “Is that all? Have I beenpunished?”
“Yes, pet. We’re working through our last punishment now. I don’t see it necessary to continue after this. You’ve learned yourlesson.”
How was a hand job a punishment? Owen grinned, knowing Crawford couldn’t see. His Master was kindhearted and soft. Owen had seen other submissives at The Shepherd suffer worse punishments publicly—he was gettingoffeasy.
“Thank you,Master.”
“You’re welcome, pet.” Crawford didn’t move to join him, nor did he make a move to mount him. For now, it didn’t matter. His hand felt good enough that Owen didn’t care. The pressure in Crawford’s grip was just right. He found the perfect rhythm, and Owen moaned insatisfaction.
Owen thrust forward into Crawford’s hand—or at least, hetriedto.
Pain tore through Owen’s lower body and brought stars to his eyes. A tingling sensation crawled over his tongue and forced him to part his lips—Owen didn’t realize he’d yelped until the echo of it reached his ears. With his balls held by the humbler, whenever he straightened his legs, it wrenched his scrotum. The pain wasunbearable.
