Page 27 of Punished
“Ahhh, fuck,” Monty panted and hissed as his balls tingled. “You're my cum dump,” he said as he slammed his hips forward again.
Ren gagged again; thick saliva spilled out as Monty pulled his shaft back. Ren’s eyes rolled in his head as his mouth and throat were being abused by his husband. He wanted to cry at how intensely his cock pushed at the cage in its attempt to break free. His own need to cum was driving him insane. Being used like this was something he'd never allowed any man to do. His mind swam with intoxication that had him lost in the whole act.
The sounds Ren was making only spiked Monty's lust and he lost control. “Ah, shit!” He growled low at first, then roared as the first orgasm he'd had in weeks exploded from him down Ren's throat in several gushes. His body jerked with each squirt and his hips pumped with sporadic movements until his balls were drained. “Fuck,” he panted as he pulled his wilting cock free. He looked down at Ren's swollen, wet lips and smeared the head of his cock across them, marking the mouth that belonged to him with his scent.
Then he rubbed them with his thumb. “So perfect. This is how you should always look after I've used your cunty mouth.”
Ren whimpered at that and sniffed the snot that threatened to flow.
“I have to punish you tonight,” Monty said, his chest still heaving a bit. He didn't bother to tuck his cock away.
Ren looked up at him. “Why? I didn't do anything wrong.”
Monty cocked an eyebrow and Ren stiffened.
“Sir,” Ren added.
“You've been tampering with your cock cage.”
Ren's eyes widened because he had no idea how Monty had found out.
“I see you understand now why you must be punished.”
“It's so uncomfortable, sir.”
“I know. It's supposed to be. It was a punishment to begin with. It's not your place to try to remove it. Doing so shows defiance to your Dom. I put it on you, and I'll be the one to take it off,” Monty said.
Ren swallowed and nodded. “I'm sorry, sir.”
“Go and lean against the cross,” Monty commanded.
Ren nodded, then rose and made his way to the cross. He leaned on it face first and his cock throbbed within its confined cage due to his excitement. He'd never been on a St. Andrews cross, but had seen pornos where men were tied and spanked and he always wanted to know what that felt like.
Monty walked over to his cabinet and looked over his selection of crops, paddles, belts, canes, and whips. His limp cock started to fill again with the blood that rushed to it and he had to level out his breathing to keep calm. He needed to deal out pain, needed to see the red welts appear all over the flesh of his boy. He needed to turn Ren into his masterpiece. He ran his fingers over the cane and picked a thin one he knew would produce a nice sting and mark. He approached his sub with the cane in his hand, and then slapped it against his palm and could feel the burn through his leather gloves, which made his hard cock twitch. He then strapped Ren into place, making sure his boy couldn't get away.
“I'm going to give you five licks. I want you to count them out,” Monty ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Ren said, his voice a bit shaky.
Monty touched Ren's body with his gloved hand, rubbing the tanned flesh he was about to make red. “So beautiful,” he whispered.
Ren twitched at the comment.
Monty stood back and snapped the cane on his ass.
“Oh fuck!” Ren cried out.
“Count it off.”
“That fucking hurts!”
“Count, now,” Monty commanded.
“Pineapples!” Ren shouted, using his safeword.
Monty snarled and grabbed a handful of Ren's hair, yanking his head back. He leaned in close so their faces were mere inches apart. “You're mine! I told you, your pain belongs to me. Your pleasure belongs to me and if I demanded it, you give it to me. Do you really want to challenge me with the inexcusable use of your safe word?”
A tear leaked from Ren's eyes. “Bu—but it hurts, sir.” He could feel Monty's erection pressed against his bare ass and he wanted to scream for his Dom to fuck him.
