20
Willow
The magic-infused salts did away with my need to swallow a philter. Bonus: my sulking boy behaved himself during my bath and washed me as he should, his fingers surprisingly gentle but firm as he massaged my scalp while washing my hair. He kept his head down and followed close to my heels after we got out of the tub, so quiet that he didn’t query as usual when I drew a rune in the air and dried us both off. He obediently redressed me, still saying nothing when I did not give him permission to redon his loincloth.
I walked us from my bedroom and into the living room where a large wooden cross sat in the middle of the room. The furnishings were pushed along the wall to make room for it and the few dozen of my small guard. Keeper was present as was Washer and Pool, the two lower fae responsible for washing the textiles and window and filling the basins and tubs as needed. I stopped in front of the X-shaped cross, turning to find Ghost had stopped as soon as he’d caught sight of it.
“Come forward and face your punishment,” I told him sternly. “You’ve been rude and disobedient, even after having the rules you were breaking explained to you.
His nostrils flared, and he gave a curt nod of acceptance. He walked forward, each step filled with the determination shining in his eyes. He appeared resolute to meet his punishment with fortitude. How long he could hold onto that, we would see. I was not going to stop until I broke him. He reached the cross and stepped up to it, placing an arm at each upper corner. Ash fastened his wrists, then kicked his legs apart and did the same again. I stroked a hand down the planes of his back, trailing down to his buttocks. Pulling my hand back, I licked the tip of a finger, then slipped it between his cheeks, finding his rosebud. He was tight, but it quivered beneath me as if in anticipation.
“You’ve been fucked here before,” I said.
“Yes,” came the terse reply. He tightened his shoulders and clenched his ass as he spoke as if anticipating me ramming my cock into him.
“Relax, I’m not going to fuck you. I am going to shove something up your ass, though.”
He took a deep breath, then released it with an air of angry resignation. We waited silently, watching as he forced himself to relax. Once he had, I walked over to the small box on the coffee table and opened it. I took out a pear-shaped device. Like it’s deadly predecessor, the pear of anguish was pear-shaped and had a key at the larger end for one to turn. Unlike the pear of anguish, it wasn’t designed to cause internal damage. Instead, it widened the solid sides of the pear, the fullest setting as large as two men’s fists. It would cause exquisite agony, but done slowly, it wouldn’t cause any lasting harm. I lubed it up before placing a small dollop around and then just inside his rim with my finger. Putting the small end against his rim, I began to push slowly but steadily. Ghost started to pant, raising up on his tiptoes. He shook as he struggled to relax and let it in, to force himself to push out against it to take it in. The small top of the pear popped through his opening. Belt buckles clinked around us as members of the guards began to shuck their pants and take their cocks in hand. He stiffened as the sounds reached his ears.
“No one else is going to touch you,” I promised him. He relaxed slowly once more, and I continued to press in. His pants grew harsher as the broadest part slid in. At last, it was all inside of him. I left it there, moving away to choose a flogger. I picked up my favorite, a cat o’ nine tails.
“Count for me,” I told him, then laid my first hit across his left shoulder. He didn’t cry out.
“One,” he grunted.
I hit the other side, watching it redden his beautiful skin.
“Two.”
I began to let it dance, across his shoulders, along his back, across his ass. I stopped when he got to twenty, pausing only to turn the key on the pear one turn.
“Hah!” he involuntarily shouted, jerking up onto his toes again.
Satisfied with his response, I said to him, “You will address those of higher station than you with respect at all times. Genuine respect.” I swung the flogger once more. Another twenty, followed by two turns of the key. “You will refuse me nothing.”
“Yes, sir,” he gasped out. I turned the key twice more, then swung.
He was crying out now, loudest when I smacked where the pear nestled within his ass. I stopped after the next forty, placed the flogger away, and finished widening the pear. He shook with sobs, not caring that we heard him. I unfastened him, lowering him to the floor, rolling him on his back. Yes, the pear pressed in even harder that way, and the stripes on his skin were no doubt singing him songs of agony. That was the point. The men closed in, jacking off even harder now. Captain Glade came first with a shout, painting Ghost’s chest. That set off a cascade, and they painted him with ropes of cum. It was an erotic sight, but we still weren’t done.
“Carry him to the box,” I said once they’d all tucked themselves back into their pants. Four men stepped forward, lifting Ghost by his arms and legs. I led the way to my bedroom, where the long box sat on its wooden pedestal. They placed him inside the unlined box and he began to thrash.
“No, I’m not dead!” he screamed, obviously believing the long, narrow box to be a coffin.
“Hold him down,” I ordered, picking shackles for his arms and legs up off my dresser where Keeper had neatly laid them out during my bath.
They did as I asked while we allowed him to try to resist, not even trying to mesmerize him into compliance. This was all about him learning to obey without question, all on his own volition. I snapped the cuffs over his wrists, anchoring each to the points just behind his head. I did the same with his ankles but to the anchor points on the bottom end. Last, I lashed his waist down, to prevent him from scooting up and down even the tiniest bit. I stepped back, motioning for them to place the lid on top. He screamed. Ash, Grove, and I moved small levers on the sides, revealing small air holes so he could breathe. Then I called for Keeper, who came with a jar as requested. She handed it to me with a sad look on her face. I removed the jar lid, which had tiny holes poked in, and slid open a small aperture in the center of the box’s lid. I poured the beetles inside through it, then pushed the opening shut.
“Please, let me out! I’ll follow the rules!”
I pulled the chalk from my pocket and drew the sigils to cast the spell needed to stop anything other than air from passing through, not even light. Another symbol and the sounds of his cries muffled.
“Okay,” I said brightly. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry and dinner smells delicious.”
I was hard enough to hammer nails. The meal would be sweet torture to get through, but I’d rub it out after. For now, I just wanted to savor the ache, knowing his pain was so much more.
“Please,” a muffled sob came as we left through the door. Simply delectable, I thought as I readjusted my cock.
