Their Little Beauty (MxMxM+GF)

37.5: Bonus Chapter- A Naughty Fox and His Punishment

At the age of eighteen, Jesse had been introduced to the kink-lifestyle by a boyfriend who was older than he, and already a trained Dominant. It was at the club they frequented together that the mask Jesse had always worn slowly crumbled away, revealing the true them. Their playful side emerged, the urge to challenge authority rather than obey it as they usually did awakened and left them as what he found out was referred to as a Bratty Submissive. Not knowing this was a recognised and desired trait by some dominants, he did his best to behave for his boyfriend as a perfect submissive.

But as most people do when they come to realise that they are no longer compatible, Jesse and his first dominant went their separate ways- amicably. As heartbroken as he had been, it was the perfect time for him to explore the side of himself that was encouraged by dominants who wanted a brat to discipline and be challenged by. But everyone knows that too much of a good thing never had a positive outcome, and during a particularly wild spiral of disrespectful behaviour and pushing the boundaries beyond what was accepted within the community, Jesse bumped into a man.

A man who would become his Master, his Fiancé and the one he occasionally loved to push and push until...

Snap.

"Mmf!" they cried as the cane came down across their behind, the large ball gag in their mouth drenched in saliva as it muffled their sounds. They weren't given a moment to recover, another strike connecting with their deeply bruising flesh before the collar around their neck was pulled just taut enough to restrict their breathing. Devon crouched in front of them, as they were restrained by rope bindings with no hope of moving anywhere as they knelt in the centre of the playroom.

"First, you repeatedly disrespect me, and now you let your mind wander during a punishment. What am I supposed to do with such a useless slave, hm?".

Slightly lightheaded, the vibrating cock-ring at the base of their shaft and the penis plug in their tip driving them crazy, Jesse was barely paying attention. A sharp yank of the leash connected to the collar around his throat pulled them forward though, resulting in them falling straight to the ground without their arms to catch them, their throbbing cock connecting harshly against the solid surface and sending deliciously painful shocks throughout their entire body.

"I asked you a fucking question, are you not going to answer me?" the dominant demanded, seething and shifting his grip to the back of Jesse's neck, pinning the slightly writhing submissive with their face shoved against the unforgiving floor.

Of course, the submissive could not answer. Hands pinned which prevented signals and mouth gagged which prevented speech, they were unable to communicate an answer. But this was part of the experience: a poor, naughty submissive and the ruthless punisher toying with his disobedient slave. And although Jesse had adrenaline rushing through him, thrilling fear and anticipation mixing to create an intoxicating concoction of chemicals, he was not afraid of being taken advantage of.

All he had to do was growl- a distinct sound the submissive and master had used since the beginning of their relationship when other forms of communication were cut off. After all, despite being bratty, at no other point would the submissive growl at his dominant other than to signal unease.

"Tsk, clearly you haven't been trained enough to still be so fucking disappointing. Back on your knees, now".

Crying and whimpering at the simultaneous throbbing radiating from their backside and thighs, courtesy of the cane and the painful pleasure assaulting their desperate cock, Jesse tried to shift back to their knees. But hands bound behind his back, the rope tying across his chest and connecting under their cock to slip between bruised ass cheeks before finally finishing by reattaching to his wrists, they were stuck in place. Each movement encouraged the rope deeper into his ass, the material rubbing roughly over the sensitive skin surrounding their hole, pushing against his testicles until they ached, and the rope pulled tight against his chest.