Protect (Taekook) ✅

New Lesson (M)

Third Person POV

“Mistress.” Taehyung lowered himself to his knees, bowing his head beside the woman’s chair.

“Good morning.” The woman said, taking a sip of her tea. “Did you do your chores?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good, then we may begin training.”

Taehyung nodded, rising slowly to his feet after his mistress had. He followed her to the training room, as he’d come to call it in the past week.

Taehyung has been there for a week, and it was very visible. The drugs he was taking were rapidly decreasing his muscle mass and making him weaker. He was already smaller than before, and the types of things he did in training was absolutely not what he was expecting.

But after a week he’d stopped being shocked.

Embarrassed.

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Warning:

Following scenes contain explicit content that may be uncomfortable for some readers
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“Hands and knees.” The woman said, taking a seat on her chair.

Taehyung turned from her and kneeled on the floor, falling forward to support himself with his hands.

“Remove it.” She commanded, her voice firm and void of all emotion. Taehyung slowly reached behind him and his breath hitched as he grabbed ahold of the plug in his heat. He’d been conditioned, this past week, stretched out and made to use several different toys to prepare himself for the life to come.

He slowly removed the toy and felt himself clench around nothing, closing his eyes for a bit and letting a blush of shame coat his cheeks.

“Why don’t you go and get your toy?” She asked lightly.

“Y-Yes mistress.” Taehyung crawled forward, knowing he wasn’t allowed to stand and walk.

He’d found out what a punishment was that way.

He reached a small cabinet and opened it, revealing an array of sex toys, some for punishments and some not.

He grabbed ‘his’ toy and crawled back, kneeling before his mistress, head bowed.

“Go on.” She prodded. She tossed a small bottle of lube his way and with shaky hands, he lathered up the glass dildo and then set it underneath him.

His breath hitched as he positioned himself over it, his bottom lip wobbling and his eyes closed as her foot made it's way to his shoulder and pushed him down.

A strangled whimper left his lips as it stretched him out.

He was pushed down until he was fully seated on the glass toy, his body trembling and occasionally a soft whine escaping his throat.

“Aw, is the baby becoming needy? Go on, pleasure yourself, baby. But no touching.”

Taehyung shakily nodded and lifted himself up slowly, the falling back down.

“Lift up your skirt baby, let me see that pretty little cock of yours.”

Ashamed, Taehyung did as he was told, his length embarrassingly hard and already begging for some kind of release.

“Keep going baby, I have a surprise for you.” The woman said, standing and walking towards the cabinet. Taehyung continued to fuck himself on the toy, broken moans escaping his lips with every thrust he forced upon himself.

The woman came back, something in her hand. “I think you’ve done well, with controlling your releases baby, let’s try something else today, hmm?” Taehyung nodded once again, unable to form a sentence.

“Ah!” He threw his head back as something touched his length, vibrating harshly. His whole body shuddered and begged for a release, but he held it, just like he was trained to do. “M-mistress! Ah—! P-please!”

“Go ahead, baby. In fact, don’t ask for permission, just release. I know you want to, baby.” Taehyung released, a few tears escaping his eyes as he did so.

He shakily stopped moving, but a slap to his cheek had his eyes opening wide, looking up at his mistress.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“N-no…”

“Then keep going.” She demanded.

Taehyung didn’t know if he could, but he lifted himself up again and kept going, his softening length hardening once again.

Oversensitivity wracked his body, and he felt weak, but he kept going, on order from his mistress.

“That’s a good baby. Come on, now, cum for mistress.”

“M-mi—ah!” Taehyung relaxed again, the pleasure quickly being replaced by tiredness and the need to stop.

“Alright, baby. Get up.” Taehyung stopped, letting out a relieved sigh. He slowly stood on shaky legs, wobbling behind his mistress as she led him to another room. But he stopped short when he saw it was yet another playroom.

This one with more toys, but large ones.

“Lay down, face down.” She said, leading him to a bench. He did so, and she took his hands, cuffing them to each side of the bench like structure, doing the same to his ankles. She blindfolded him and then walked away to grab some things.

Taehyung didn’t know what was going on, and he felt scared, but there was nothing he could do.

Mistress had told him that in this kind of life, there was no such thing as a safe word, or saying no. He had to take everything, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

He gasped as something was shoved inside of him without warningly, then quickly removed. The quiet whir of a machine sounded. The thing, a dildo he presumed, came back in, only to exit.

It kept thrusting in and out at a fast pace, making his limbs shaky and his back arch. He nearly screamed as he suddenly released, unable to hold it.

“M-mistress…” he pleaded. He was only responded with a vibrator being strapped to his aching length.

“Count how many times you orgasm. I will be back in a bit.”

“M-mistress? Mistress!” Taehyung cried out, the machine fucking him with a dildo suddenly speeding up.

But there was no response.

He was left alone.