“This is what it takes, huh?” I mutter, voice low and rough, leaning closer so my breath brushes the back of his neck. “Pin you down, take away every ounce of control, just to make you listen for once.”
Andrew lets out a soft, broken whimper, hips twitching like he can’t decide whether to push back or try to crawl away. The movement only grinds him harder against my bulge, and I have to bite back a groan.
I tell myself this is purely for punishment… nothing more. He needs to learn that actions have consequences, real ones. That he can’t keep pushing and stealing and fighting without paying for it. He won’t enjoy this. He’ll hate every second of the stretch, the burn, and the helplessness. That’s the point, to teach him a lesson he’ll never forget.
My hand moves deliberately, sliding around to the front of his jeans. I pop the button with a quick flick,then drag the zipper down slowly, letting him hear every tooth separate. Andrew’s breathing hitches, turning into another whimper as I shove the denim and his boxers down just enough to bare his ass, the fabric bunching around his thighs.
“Look at you,” I say, disappointment threading through every word even as my palm smooths over the firm curve of one cheek. “Nineteen years old and still acting like a reckless brat who needs to be put in his place. Your friends are out there building lives, and here you are… stealing from cops, getting into fights, making me drag you home.”
I squeeze his ass roughly, then spread him open with my thumb and fingers. Andrew wriggles harder, a desperate little sound escaping him as cool air hits his exposed hole. He’s tight, untouched, and the sight of it sends another unwanted surge of lust through me. I ignore it as best I can. This isn’t about pleasure, it’s about dominance, about making sure he understands exactly who’s in control here.
I straighten up just enough to reach the nightstand beside the bed, yanking the drawer open with more force than necessary. My fingers close around a small bottle of lube… because what guy like Andrewdoesn’tkeep lube next to his bed. I pull it out, flick the cap open with my thumb, and squeeze a generous amount onto my fingers. The slick, wet sound fills the quiet room like a threat.
Andrew’s head turns slightly, cheek still pressed to the sheets, and he lets out another whimper when he hears it… high and shaky.
“Stay still,” I command, voice hard. I circle one slick finger around his entrance, teasing the tight ring of muscle without pushing in yet. “You’re going to take every bit of this, Drew. Feel exactly what happens when you push me too far.”
I press the tip of my finger inside, just the first knuckle, and Andrew immediately starts wriggling again, hips jerking, thighs trembling, soft desperate whimpers spilling from his lips as the unfamiliar stretch begins. I don’t soothe him. I keep my movements clinical, working the lube in slowly, adding a second finger when his body starts to give just a little.
“Fuck… Slade!” he gasps, voice cracking, body twisting under my hold.
“Quiet,” I snap as I scissor my fingers gently but relentlessly, opening him up. “This is what you earned. You think sorry fixes everything? You think I’ll just keep bailing you out forever while you throw your life away?”
I curl my fingers deliberately, searching, and when I brush that spot inside him his whole body jolts with a sharper whimper, hips bucking involuntarily. I pull back immediately, refusing to give him any rhythm, any relief. This isn’t for enjoyment. It’s punishment. Even if my cock is throbbing painfully against my zipper at the sight of him like this… cuffed, exposed, and trembling beneath me.
I add more lube, a third finger stretching him wider, the wet sounds obscene in the room. Andrew’s whimpers turn into shaky, broken noises, his ass clenching around my fingers as he wriggles and squirms, trying to escape the relentless prep.
“You’re going to feel every inch when I finally split you open,” I murmur, voice dark and steady, even as heat builds low in my belly. “Burning, full, and helpless. Maybe then you’ll think twice before you pull another stunt like tonight.”
I keep working him open, slow and thorough, telling myself over and over that this is only to teach him a lesson. Even as his body starts to relax just a fraction around my fingers, even as those whimpers begin to sound a little less purely pained and a little more overwhelmed. I won’t let myself acknowledge anything else.
The wet sounds of my fingers working in and out of him fill the room, mixing with Andrew’s constant, shaky whimpers. He’s not moaning… just those ashamed little sounds that slip out despite how hard he’s trying to hold them back. His body keeps betraying him, clenching around my fingers every time I push deeper, but I refuse to let him have any real pleasure from this.
I pull my fingers all the way out, then bring my fingers down in a sharp, deliberate smack right against his exposed hole. The wet slap echoes loudly. Andrew jerks hard, a startled whimper breaking from his throat as his hips twitch forward.
“You better not be enjoying this,” I growl, voice low. “This is punishment, Drew. Not some fucking reward for bad behaviour.”
I smack his hole again, harder this time, the slick sound even filthier. His rim flutters visibly from the impact, and another ashamed whimper escapes him. I slide three fingers back in without warning, stretching him wider, scissoring roughly. When I brush against his prostate he jolts like he’s been shocked, a higher, more desperate whimper slipping out before he can swallow it.
I yank my fingers back immediately, denying him any friction there. “Don’t you dare,” I warn, smacking his hole once more for emphasis, my hand stinging. “You don’t get to feel good. You don’t get to moan and push back like a needy little slut. You’re supposed to hate this. You’re supposed tolearn.”
Andrew’s breathing is ragged, his cuffed wrists flexing uselessly against my grip on the chain. He squirms again, trying to shift away from the relentless teasing, and a pained sound escapes him… this one different.
“Slade… my face hurts,” he whispers, voice small and muffled against the sheets, the black eye and cut cheek clearly throbbing.
I pause for half a second, staring down at the nasty bruising blooming across his face. He doesn’t deserve mercy, not after the shit he pulled tonight, but the kid’s face already looks like hell. With a rough sigh, I shove him forward by the hips, forcing his upper body to slide across the mattress until his head and shoulders hang offthe other side of the bed. His cuffed hands stay pinned to his lower back, ass still raised and presented perfectly for me. The new position takes the pressure off his injured cheek and eye, letting his head dangle toward the floor.
“There,” I mutter, the small act of mercy tasting bitter on my tongue. “That’s more than you deserve.”
I don’t give him time to adjust… I push my fingers back inside him, curling them deliberately close to his prostate without quite touching it, teasing the sensitive nerves around it until his thighs start to tremble.
“Listen to those pathetic whimpers,” I say, voice dark and mocking. “You’re trying so hard not to like it, aren’t you? But your body’s already forgetting who’s in charge. Every time I get close to that spot you clamp down like you’re begging for more.Pathetic.”
I pull my fingers free again. “You don’t get to enjoy your punishment, Drew. You hear me? This is to burn… to humiliate you. If I catch even a hint of you moaning like you want it, I’ll stop and leave you like this… cuffed, dripping, and aching all night with no relief. Understand?”
He doesn’t answer with words, just another broken, embarrassed whimper. This is for his own good.
I can’t take it anymore. With a low, frustrated growl, I pull my fingers free, leaving his hole twitching and glistening with lube. I straighten up just enough to free myself, popping the button on my jeans, dragging the zipper down, and shoving both my jeans and my boxers down my thighs. My cock springs out, thick and heavy,already leaking at the tip from how long I’ve been hard. The cool air of the room hits it, but it does nothing to calm the ache.
