“For you,” the boy panted with need. “Only for you Master.”
God he was so fucking cute. I wrapped my arms around his belly and reached for his nipples to attach a set of weighted nipple clamps that were sure to have him in instant agony. The boy grunted and groaned in pain but his tiny cock remained as hard as it had been since we first got inside my car. I gave the clamps a harsh tug before pushing the crotch of my jeans against his bare asscheeks.
“I’m going to whip you now,” I whispered into his ear. “And we aren’t in the dungeon anymore. So, unless you say your safe word, I’m not going to stop until you’re bruised and bleeding.”
“Please, Yes, please Master!” The boy squeaked excitedly as he quivered against me.
“You’re helpless,” I continued as I backed up to grab my whip. “You’re vulnerable,” I raised my arm back and then snapped the whip out so the it smacked against his supple pale ass, leaving a bright red mark in its wake. The boy flinched and cried out in pain as the whip made contact, “And no one can hear you scream.” I whipped him again, pulling out another anguished cry. “It’s just the two of us,” I reminded him. “No one can save you.”
“I.. I don’t want to be saved,” Benny nearly wept before I whipped him again.
“Good.”
I whipped him without bothering to count, alternating between hitting his back, ass and thighs, showing absolutely no mercy with each strike, though I made sure to avoid his previous injuries. The omega screamed and shivered, occasionally attempting to move away from the whip before remembering how useless it was for him to attempt escape. Soon his pale skin was covered in striking welts and bruises, painting beautiful hues of red and purple across it, along with an occasional cut that sported a drop or two of blood. His back looked like some kind of fucked up galaxy with the droplets glittering like stars. He looked gorgeous and I knew he’d be pleased with my work when he saw his back later. I spun him around to face me and released the whip right over a nipple clamp. The boy would have collapsed from the pain had his wrists not being tied above him. As it was, he cried out so loudly, I almost worried someone would actually hear us. I stuck him again, this time across his stomach and I couldn’t help but smile when his slender body tried to fold in on itself. He just looked so beautiful, even when he struggled. I whipped him again, this time right across the tiny scrap of cloth barely hiding his raging cock. The poor little member twitched violently as copious amounts of precum streamed from the tip, soaking through the fabric.
“Spread your legs mutt,” I spat. Then I kicked them so far apart myself, that he had to use all his strength to focus on staying in the position I put him in.
I stalked around him as I dropped my whip and picked up the paddle before reaching between for Benny’s thong once more. I yanked up and pulled the little string buried between his crack as I slapped his ass hard with the paddle. The omega whimpered and cried as he struggled to stay put for me while I reached between his legs. I cupped his balls and pulled them back towards me in a tight fist, practically crushing them in my palm as I lifted him up so that his toes barely brushed the leaves beneath him. I held him there and began to paddle the shit out of his ass. By the time I was done, his poor ass was hot to the touch and covered in angry red marks with bruises already forming. Despite this, slick was dripping in copious amounts down his thighs.
“It hurts, everything hurts,” I heard Benny mewl in teary distress, tempting me to stop as I was concerned about pushing him too far.
“Red baby?” I asked gently, wanting him to know it was still okay for him to end this. Just because we weren’t in the dungeon didn’t mean he wasn’t safe. He’d always be safe with me.
“G-green. I- don’t want.. don’t stop. It just…hurts. I’m f-fine. Please Master,” he managed between sobs.
I gently kissed his cheek, careful to avoid his neck, not wanting a repeat of his confusion from last night to ruin anything for him. Then I pressed his back against my chest and reached around to play with his swollen cock. I gently trailed my fingers down it, light as a feather, and then slowly massaged the wet tip into my palm. I wasn’t surprised at all when Benny attempted to thrust into my hand, even though I was barely providing any friction.
“You know this is the closest you’ll ever come to fucking someone, don’t you?” I teasingly whispered into his ear, making him pant in response. “You don’t have much there to satisfy anyone with. It’s actually kind of pathetic. That’s why you’re like this though, isn’t it? That’s why you crave a real man with a real man’s cock. That’s why you always come to me, not some stupid alpha.” As I spoke I pushed my own hard member against his beaten ass, causing another pained groaned to escape from Benny’s lips.
“M-master, please, can I? I’ll cum if you keep-” He tried to explain but groaned in frustration when I stopped touching him.
“I don’t think cumming is what’s best for you right now,” I chided. “I mean, you caused a scene and you ruined our date with your greedy desires and that’s only what you’ve done to me but I know there’s more. You were a let down to someone else today, weren’t you?”
I hated this part. I hated berating him like this and I wish I didn’t have to, that he didn’t need it. I could be rough with him, I knew his physical limits like the back of my hand but I hated risking the chance of saying something too cruel. I was also worried that I’d overstepped by saying he ruined our date and I hoped he didn’t take that too much to heart. Especially with how fragile his emotional state had seemed lately.
“My prince.. he hates me. I know it now. H-he came to my job today and I tried to help him and…he got mad when I.. I offered to get his alpha some oranges. He didn’t.. didn’t.. h-he didn’t want me.. to touch anything he t-t-touched. I h-h-hate mys-self,” Benny explained through fresh, heart wrenching sobs.
I froze. Benny rarely ever let me in on why he wanted a scene and he’d never openly confessed specifics during one before. And his confession was so.. sad. This was why he wanted to be punished? Because some stupid little shit was an asshole to him? It didn’t feel right but then I wondered, what if it was always like this? What if every time Benny wanted me to hurt him, it was over something he didn’t even do wrong? I didn’t like that.
“Could you please… beat my hands Master?” He
asked in a tiny, miserable voice.
“I don’t think so baby,” I replied, feeling sick over the thought. “They’re too obvious to mark and you already hurt them last night,” I further explained without sharing the real reason I refused. For the truth was, I simply couldn’t stomach the thought of punishing his hands over someone not wanting his touch, especially when they were already injured to begin with. Benny didn’t deserve that.
“Oh,” he replied as his head drooped pathetically.
“I want your focus to be on making up for your offenses towards me,” I continued, trying to distract him, for I felt unable to see him so upset.