One Shots

Kuzaless

The wonderful burnyourlocalchurch gave me this idea. I hope I did it justice.

Warning: Violence and abuse ahead

My hands grasped desperately at the edges of the old Victorian style couch as a familiar knot began to build on the pit of my stomach. I couldn't control the obscene sounds leaving my mouth. My brain had turned to absolute mush. I was putty in his beautifully inked hands.

Just how he liked it.

"Master, please!" I cried out, only to hear him growl and feel his hand tighten on the base of my pulsing shaft.

"Why should I let the little slut cum? Your whore ass was gone all fucking weekend. I bet you've got so much cum in that stomach of yours I could start a goddamn sperm bank!"

He was so sexy when he was angry. The way his eyes smouldered and his lip would curl in a snarl. His muscles became more pronounced, and the display of dominance made me whimper submissively.

"Do you belong to those boys, slut?" He hissed. "Do those little boys own you?"

He slowly moved his hand from my base up my length, keeping his iron grip. The pressure of his hand hurt like a bitch, keeping my cock caged within.

I opened my mouth to respond, but only a whorish moan left my lips.

The sting of his hand on my cheek made me gasp.

"Answer me, slut."

I arched my hips, desperate to get him to loosen his hold, but he didn't relent. "I-I'm yours, M-master." I panted. "I belong to you."

His hand met my cheek for the second time, and he put his face an inch in front of mine. "Damn fucking right. Now, do you want to tell me how many horny little boys got to touch my property without my permission?"

It wasn't a question.

He hooked two fingers in my mouth, and I obediently let my jaw fall open for him. "How many cocks did you put in this slutty little mouth, pet?" He pulled his other hand off of my swollen cock and grabbed a handful of my ass. "Tell me, pet, were they satisfying? Did they fuck you good? Did they fill your holes as full as I can?"

I shook my head, sucking on his fingers as he pushed them further down my throat.

He chuckled. "Of course they didn't, but you shouldn't have had to whore yourself out to know that."

I hollowed my cheeks around his long fingers as he pulled them out of my mouth, and I saw him smirk.

"It's cute that you thought you were going to get prep after you came home from a weekend of cock fest."

In one fluid motion, he stood up from the couch and flipped me so that my face was pressed into the seat cushion, ass high in the air.

He landed a harsh smack on each cheek, causing me to moan. He snickered and put his hand back on my cock, squeezing the head until I cried out in pain.

"Every time you cum is an extra paddling. Do I make myself clear, bitch?" He yanked my head back by my hair, and I whimpered from the pain.

"Y-yes, Master."

He let out a grunt, and I heard his belt come undone.

I let out a squeal when his palm came down on the surface of my hole. I didn't have to look at it to know it was still stretched out from the weekend's activities. I didn't have a tight little virgin hole, but that didn't mean that I couldn't please any man who bedded me, much less a man as well endowed as my Master.

"Who's fuck hole is this?"

I arched my back, moaning as his pierced lips trailed kisses and left bite marks on the flesh of my ass.

"Yours, Master. My body belongs to you."

A scream ripped from my throat as he ploughed his entire length into me with a single thrust.

His balls clapped against my ass cheeks with every thrust, his hands digging into my hips to force himself as deep as possible.

My walls clenched around his length, my body convulsing and shaking as the first orgasm ripped through my body. I screamed and clawed at the couch, sobbing as he snapped his hips with more force.

It was too much, but there wasn't anything I could do about it.

"I love it when you scream." His low whisper as he nibbled on the lobe of my stretched ear wasn't much of a distraction. Simultaneously he grabbed under one of my legs and hoisted the limb up next to my head to give himself a better angle.

As badly as it hurt, my body was quite accustomed, if not fond, of being abused.

The handprints, the scars, the teeth marks all claimed my body as his. He was the only one who cared for me. He just showed his love a little differently than most.

He nailed a spot inside of me that sent me over the edge, my eyes rolling back into my head and hot tears spilling down my cheeks as his hand came up to wrap around my throat.

"Ple-" I was cut off when his hand squeezed my throat, stopping any air from travelling to my lungs. Strange colors began to invade my vision, and I felt my limbs growing numb.

He loosened his grip, his thrusts growing longer and less forceful as he neared his own release.

I clenched my eyes shut and sobbed as his seed painted my insides, my body betraying me and letting a last spurt of cum burst forth onto the couch.

Chris pulled out and pulled me up by my hair, slapping my face twice when I didn't immediately respond.

I gasped. "Thank you, Master."

He snorted. "You don't sound very thankful, slut." He snarled, pulling me around by my hair and kicking my ribs.

"I should throw you out on the fucking street for the way you behaved. This is me being merciful." He dropped his hold on my hair and opened a drawer in the side table. "You may be nothing but a slut, but you're my fucking slut."

I gulped, holding back tears when I saw the paddle in his hand.

Chris only ever used such a small paddle for one specific punishment.

"Ah, looks like my slut is smart enough to know what's coming." He grinned. "You came three times. I'm going to say each was worth five smacks. Now, get up on the table."

I scrambled to crawl from where he had thrown me on the floor to the coffee table. "You know the position." He growled, letting the paddle come down on my thigh to hurry me.

Reluctantly, I spread my legs and laid back to expose my abused hole and the next victim of his assault, my balls.

He hummed and ran the leather over the sensitive skin before lifting it with a sadistic smirk and letting it rip through the air.

Smack. "You." Smack. "Belong." Smack. "To." Smack. "Me." Smack.

My hands held the edges of the table in a vice grip, my chest heaving and my own hoarse cries making him scream louder to be heard over my anguish.

Smack. "I do." Smack. "Everything." Smack. "For you." Smack. "I fucking love you." Smack.

My heart ached. Despite the physical pain, I knew his words were true, and I was truly grateful for his love. He deserved better than me.

He delivered the final five blows in quick succession before throwing the paddle across the room and storming off.

I was in too much pain to move. Everything hurt.

I sobbed. I had hurt Chris. He loves me and I still act so stupidly. He only does what he does because he's wise and he knows what's good for me.

I buried my face in my hands and let the tears fall, wishing that I wasn't always such a disappointment.