Kinky gay smut one shots (MC's ain't shooting only once tho)

Dick candle

"You've been a bad boy," he says, tugging at the leash and taking my breath away. I hate this collar. Even more so, I hate the way he forces me onto the chair, forcing my mouth open with his metal tool and binding my arms to the chair.

My legs get chained up and apart, and there's absolutely nothing I can do to escape him.

He's my boss, and to keep this job, I have to submit. I wouldn't be able to fight him anyway, but still.

I try not to gag as he fucks my mouth deep, pissing down my throat while penetrating my mouth. "Be glad I'm not filling your ass and plugging it up for the night like last time," he grins.

He pulls out, taking the metal mouth-opener out as well. "I want to hear your whines and screams tonight."

What is he planning to do to me this time? The hole day he kept me on a leash, forcing me to crawl on all fours naked, fingering me whenever he pleased. For five hours, he kept an anal spreader inside me, widening my hole every couple hours until it was spread to his liking. I still feel it, my ass sore and lose.

He's not interested in my ass now. Instead, he takes my cock, jerking it until it gets hard against my will.

I whine, and he slaps my dick hard. Wincing, I close my eyes, shaking the shackles to no avail.

He takes another metal spreader, but it's small. He inserts it into my peephole, spreading it slowly. I grip the wooden armrest as pain shoots through me.

He spreads my hole until it bleeds, and I scream and beg for mercy. Rolling his eyes, he gives my urethra a break, tips over the chair so my legs stick up, my ass doing the same. I stare at the ceiling, having nothing else to look at.

Once again, he forces my hole open with the anal spreader, stretching me wider than ever.

He takes a burning tea light, grinning down at me. "While your dick gets used to being open, let's play with your ass."

"Please stop," I beg. "I can't take any more. It hurts so bad."

"Should've thought about that before messing up my paper work and pissing onto the floor."

He didn't leave me another choice, damn! I was not allowed to pee, unless I let him insert a tube that was connected to my ass, filling myself up.

With that, he drips hot wax onto my hole, making me twitch. "No, please don't. It hurts. Fuck," I beg.

"You can't escape your punishment. But since you're asking so nicely, you are allowed to pee before I plug your holes up."

I thank him, because I have no other choice. Waiting for him to untie me, I get nervous as he simply takes a tube.

"No, please, I–"

"Shut up!" Sharp pain slices through my penis as he hits it with the tube before pushing the narrow tip of a lube tube into my peehole. He squeezing it, filling my urethra with the cold fluid until it almost reaches my bladder.

I shake my head and shut my eyes, not wanting to see or feel it. Enduring his punishments was hard, but getting fucked with a tube is the worst.

Without lubing it up, he shoves the long tube into his own dick, far up until it reaches his bladder, moaning. Piss leaks out before he even inserts the other end into my dick, and I want to puke. Why would he do this, why does it turn him on, what does he get from this? As the tips of our dicks touch, the tube connecting us and his piss flowing into me, he pulls out a bit, pushing himself back into me immediately.

He penetrates my urethra mercilessly and fast, a sharp burning pain shooting through me with every movement. The tube hits the inside walls of my bladder as he pushes further, moaning louder. With a jerk, he pulls the tube out of his dick, piss shooting out. He aims for my anus, filling me with his hot liquids. At the same time, he pushes the tube into my ass, inserting it so deep that the hot fluids make my belly tingle. I can't stop it from rushing out of me until my bladder is empty, but my anus is now full.

"Now, let's begin with plugging you up. We don't want this golden fluid to leak out of you, do we?"

He drips hot wax into my open hole, burning my insides. I claw at the wood, scratching it until my fingers hurt. A scream escapes me as another sudden, hot drip of wax enters my anus. He does not stop, emptying one candle after another, burning my insides with a grin.

He tortures my balls as well, glazing them with a thick, red code of wax, occasionally dripping a drop or two onto my shaft.

While hurting me like this, he keeps fucking my urethra with the tube, jerking it out almost completely before reinserting it.

The wax slowly hardens inside my anus, plugging me up. Yet, it's not enough for him, and he fills me completely, until the wax spills out of my anus and onto the floor.

Then, he pulls out the tube. The spreader is still in my dick, and he opens it wider, fingering my piss hole with his finger, licking the piss off it and moaning.

"Tasting good," he mumbles before leaning down, sticking his tongue into my dick as far as he can. When he is satisfied, he is ready to torture me again, holding my dick straight up, sticking a candle wick in before dripping the hot wax in again.

I have never screamed louder in my life, and I beg him to stop, offering him to do whatever he wants. It burns in a different way than before, the pain being unbearable. And yet, he keeps filling my urethra until the wax hardens and the wax runs down my shaft.

"What a pretty dick candle." Grinning, he takes out a lighter, burning the wick.

"Please, fuck, I'm not a candle ... please, I'll do anything," I beg, and he grins.

He walks around the tipped over chair, legs left and right to my head, and kneels down. His dick dangles in front of my nose, and I take it in my mouth without him having to tell me to.

"Make me cum and I'll blow the candle out. You don't have much time before it'll burn your skin."

I suck harder than I ever have before, watching him finger himself, moaning loudly. The flames inch closer, my dick getting hotter and hotter, my insides still burning.

He wraps his fingers around my dick, squeezing it. It sends sharp pain through it, but I cannot scream. He starts shoving his dick deeper down my throat, and I try to open my mouth wider, giving him space. I've never done that before. He only ever got to fuck my mouth when forcing me, hence him doing this. I always refused to suck his dick, until now.

I let my tongue glide around his shaft, and he forces himself deeper in my mouth. I can't breathe, and yet I open my mouth wider, inviting him to thrust deeper. He does so gladly, telling me how much of a good boy I am.

The candle has burnt down enough to melt the wax around and my skin.

I just want this to be over, wanting to beg and scream, but not even being able to do that.

Then, finally, he shoots his load down my throat, blowing out the candle at the same time. He pushes it further down my dick, laughing, before he gets off me.

Letting me lay there with a stuffed dick and ass, he leaves with a grin–until tomorrow, when he'll have new torture plans.

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