The Red Market (mxmxm)

- Ch. 7 -

TDLR of last chapter: Elliot had to take a week off from any physical training. However, throughout that week he has accumulated many punishments due to his attitude.

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"What do you say," Master asks, leaning down next to my ear. I lay across his lap, my arms are tied behind me just too tightly, pulling at my shoulders. A thick blindfold is tied around my eyes, completely making me rely on my hearing. Involuntary tears have been pouring from my eyes being soaked up by the blindfold.

"Thank you Master! Three, Master!" I cry out, my bare ass throbbing and beet red. This punishment was only supposed to be ten slaps, but apparently through the seventeen tries I've gone through, I wasn't doing it right. In reality, this slap was just about the twenty-fourth.

Another slap hits and it feels like there's lava running running down my ass and legs. "Thank you Master! Four, Master!" The farthest I've gone in the counting so far. "Good boy," Master coos, rubbing my sore ass. I blush at the praise and my heart skips a beat. I manage through the rest of the punishment, almost failing again on the final and hardest slap, but I manage to choke out my answer in time.

Master rubs my ass as I try to stop the tears. His hand leaves my ass until a cooling cream is lathered onto it. I sigh in relief from the cream as it cools the burning and numbs the pain. Once he finished applying the cream he sat me up on his lap, putting my head on his shoulder. He unties the blindfold and my hands, wiping away the wet spots around my eyes before putting my head back down.

"You did good Eli, I'm proud," He says in a low tone, rubbing my back. My cheeks flush again as my heart flutters as well as something else more south. I pray that Master doesn't recognize my half-chub but I feel him start to snicker. I pulls me back to see my face but I keep my head down in embarrassment.

"So, praise kink huh?" He says slyly. I blush harder and it turns into a full blown erection. Master chuckles and grabs my chin, lifting my face up, but I keep my eyes downcast. "Eli," Master says, his tone stern and I look at him in response. "You're cute when you're embarrassed," He tells me, a smirk on his face. If my face could be redder it would be.

Master studies my face for a little bit before running his hand up my cheek and into my hair. He latches onto my neck like a thirsty vampire and bites and kisses his way around to my other side. I moan and jerk on his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck as his warm mouth nips and sucks at my neck. He moves up behind my ear and hits a certain spot that makes my brain go numb and butterflies erupt in my stomach. I instinctively grind myself into him and let out a lewd moan.

As he continues, the knot in my stomach grows and tightens. I rub faster against him, trying to create more friction, but Master hold my hips still. My eyes snap open and whimper from the loss. He chuckles as I try to move my hips. "What do you say?" He asks, looking up from my groin. I look at his face for an answer, completely confused, until it clicks.

"P-please Master" I mumble, too embarrassed to say it any louder.

"What was that?" He teases.

"P-please Master, continue," I say in a low tone. Master seems to take this as acceptable and pulls me closer, reattaching to my neck. I go back to grinding against him as he kisses a necklace of hickeys around my neck and collarbone. The feeling in my stomach grows, as my head goes blank. Suddenly there's a hand around my cock. I snap my head down to see Master holding me, his thumb placed over the slit.

After a few seconds of confusion, I'm reminded. "Please Master," I say.

"Please what?" He asks looking at me. Suddenly, he rubs his thumb down my slit and just under my head. The pleasure is blinding and I drop my head on his shoulder as my hips buck up into his hand. "Mmmhh, please Master, please let me cum!" I moan out, trying to hold back the wave of pleasure as he teases me.

"Good boy," he coos, stroking me. I try my hardest to hold it in, not wanting to add to my list of punishment. "Cum," Master tells me, and almost like a switch, I cum into his hand as he strokes me through my orgasm.

I lean against Master's shoulder, trying to regain myself. He runs his finger tips along my arms, back, and legs.

"How d'you feel?" Master asks, slowly and gently running circles on my ass.

"G-good, Master," I tell him, blushing, trying not to think back too much. Before myself, or Master could say anything, we hear the front door open downstairs.

I quickly gather myself and stand from Master's lap. I'm followed closely by Master as I quickly make my way downstairs and towards the front door.

Sir stands at the front door, taking off his boots and coat, back from his job. As I had been told, I greet Sir by kneeling down in the hallway with my hands behind my back.

I notice Master's presence behind me, I presume, leaning against the wall. I keep my head down, staring at the ground trying hard to swallow the embarrassment I'm feeling being in this position.

"Good boy," Sir says, resting his hand on my head. I blush slightly, my heart swelling with the praise. He starts to run his fingers through my hair, scratching my head as if I'm a dog. The worst part? I enjoy it.

I hear Sir chuckle causing me to snap my eyes open, which I didn't realize I had closed in the first place. I finally realize that I had actually been leaning into Sir's touch, pushing my head slightly into his hand.

Sir circles his hand around my head, eventually holding my chin up to meet his eyes. I try to look at him, but considering my position and the unconscious act that I just did, the embarrassment is making it extremely hard.

Sir looks into my eyes, staying completely silent, with the slightest grin on his face. We stay like this for a while, the closeness is almost suffocating, until he finally lets go and stands up.

I listen as Sir greets Master before going upstairs, I assume to change clothes. Master approaches me, lifting my head to meet his eyes. "You've come a long way in such a short time," He tells me, caressing my cheek. "I'm proud," He states before leaving. I stay there, frozen.

Such a small phrase that I didn't think I cared about, resonated with me so deeply. I realize now, I've never once been told that I've made someone proud.

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