Married Man Trapped Ch. 02

Every one after that included that soft moan, but I didn’t care. I felt myself lose focus on my surroundings and ignore everything except for my Master’s hand continuing to smack my upturned ass.

By number 50, I had felt a few tears spill down my face from the pain. I was also a little out of breath, but it wasn’t just the pain from my burning ass. Being spanked like this and being brought to tears was intensely humiliating and arousing.

“You did well, boy,” he said as he leaned down and wiped the tears from my face. “When a formal punishment ends, you will say the following: Thank you for taking the time to correct my behavior.”

“Thank you for taking the time to correct my behavior, Master,” I said with a small sniffle.

“Mmm, your ass looks incredible. It turns such a lovely shade of red,” he said, moving behind me, groping my ass, and occasionally giving me a playful slap. My ass was still tender, and each one caused me to flinch, but I held my position.

I felt something cool on my ass before I felt one of his fingers start to work its way inside me.

I was still in a daze from my first spanking, but I let out a moan as I felt him work his finger inside me. “Oh my god,” I moaned as I felt a second finger work its way into my ass.

“You like my fingers in your ass, boy?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Yes, Master,” I replied, not caring about anything other than his fingers inside me, and anxiously waiting for what was about to happen next.

“Tell me what you want, boy.” He asked, working his fingers in and out of my ass.

“I want to feel your big dick inside me, Master,” I replied eagerly.

“Keep going, beg me for it, and you might get your wish.”

Moaning at the feeling of his fingers inside me, I pleaded, “Please fuck me, Master. I want to feel your cock stretch me open and make me your bitch. Please dump your load inside of my ass, Master. I need it.”

I let out a disappointed moan when he pulled his fingers out of me, but was soon mollified when I felt the head of his cock rest against my ass.

“Please…” I said, lost in the moment. “Please give me that big dick, Master.”

Putting his hands on my hips, he slowly started to push his manhood inside of me. I gasped from the mix of pleasure and pain I felt as my ass was stretched to accommodate the girth of his cock.

“That’s it, boy, take that dick like a good little bitch,” he said, still working his cock inside of me slowly.

“Holy fuck!” I gasped as I felt him slowly start pulling back out.

“That was half of me. Now it’s time for you to take the rest,” he said, taking a firm grip on my hips.

I couldn’t stop myself from groaning as I felt him push deep inside me. Feeling his thighs hit the back of my legs let me know he was balls deep. I had another man’s cock buried in my ass, and it felt incredible. Slowly, he started to pump in and out of me, truly fucking me for the first time, and I moaned in response.

“That’s right, boy. You love your Master’s cock, don’t you?” As he said this, he grabbed a hold of my collar and held my head back, putting my face right in front of the camera. “Tell the camera how much you like my dick.”

Lost in the pleasure of being fucked for the first time, I didn’t care about the future consequences of this moment. “I fucking love your big cock in my ass, Master. You feel amazing inside me. Please keep fucking me, Master; please don’t stop,” I said between moans.

“Fuck ya, take that dick boy,” he growled as he took firm hold of my hips again and started to really fuck me in earnest.

I smiled at his tone, feeling a strange sense of pride that he was enjoying my ass as much as I was enjoying his cock. Looking back at the TV, I loved the way I looked taking my Master’s cock. Down on all fours and still wearing his collar, it was clear to me that I really was his property at this moment. I lost track of time as he pounded away at me, just enjoying the pleasure of being fucked. Then I felt him tense and hold himself as deep inside me as he could.

“That’s it, take my cum boy,” he groaned as he unloaded inside of me.

“Ughh fuck, thank you, Master, fill me up.”

He slowly started pumping again, fucking his cum deeper inside me before he let his cock drop out of my ass. I let out a surprised moan when I felt him slide a butt plug inside of me.

“Don’t want you to waste any of my cum. You will keep that inside of you until I give you permission to take it out,” he said as he moved in front of me. He let his cock dangle in front of me. “Now go ahead and clean me up, slave.”

After the thorough fucking, I was still feeling very obedient, so I didn’t hesitate to lean forward and use my tongue to pull his cock into my mouth. Slowly, I started to suck him clean as he stood over me.

“You should be proud of yourself, slave. A lot of guys wouldn’t have accepted their role in the relationship as readily as you have,” he said with a small smile. “As long as you obey me, I think you will enjoy your time as my slave,” he said, letting his hand fall to the back of my head and pushing himself all the way down my throat. “Just do as you’re told, and you can keep your little life intact, and I will show you the vast world of pleasure that can be had by being my slave,” he said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and walked away.

He left me on all fours on his coffee table. Not sure if I was allowed to get down, I stayed in position on the coffee table, freshly fucked, plugged, and with the taste of his cock on my tongue.

He walked back into the room wearing pants. Making me feel subconscious since I was still naked and on display. He walked right past me without a word and sat behind me on the couch, forcing me to use the TV to see what he was doing. Confused as to what I should do, I asked, “May I get down, Master?”

He responded with a simple “no,” not bothering to explain further.

Taking the box containing my stuff from under the table, he pulled my phone out and asked, “What’s your passcode, slave?”

I hesitated. What could he do with that? Did I have a choice here? Was there something else I could offer instead?

“Don’t make me ask twice, slave.” He said as I was trying to think of a way out of giving it.

Resigned to my fate, I responded, “5858, Master.”

I let out a small yelp as he spanked my ass once. “Don’t make me ask twice again.”

“What are you doing with my phone, Master?” I asked, still trying to get any control in this situation that I could.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m just copying over your contact list to my phone. I’m sure I could’ve gotten the important ones if I had to, but this will make it easier if I have to discipline you.”

“Please, Master, you don’t need to do that. I’ll be a good slave for you,” I begged.

“I’m sure you will. This is just insurance. Why don’t you kneel in front of me, boy,” he said, pointing between his legs.

Grateful to get off the coffee table, I crawled down and knelt between his legs.

“I’m also installing a GPS tracking app on your phone. I like to keep tabs on my property,” he said when I gave him a questioning look. “If I see you have turned it off, I will expect a reasonable explanation; otherwise, you know what happens.”

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