Various NSFW One-Shots

Julian Devorak x Femdom!Apprentice

Note: The Apprentice will be referred to as Amadan ("an t-amadán" is Irish for "the fool," aka the tarot card that the apprentice represents.)

"We're gonna try something new today."
"I'm getting a little nervous with anticipation."
"Do you remember the safeword?"
"Leeches."
"Hmm... Good boy."

Bound, gagged and blindfolded, Julian gasped at the warm hand wrapping around his erect cock, the familiar touch of his domme bringing him reassurance. Saliva dripped from the edges of the gag forcing his mouth agape. The tip of his domme's finger glided over his urethra and tugged on his foreskin. Julian whimpered through his restraints, his cock twitching and drooling with every touch.
"A-ahn... f-fuck..." Julian muttered as he felt Amadan's grip tighten around his balls. With a loud crack, Julian yelped at the paddle colliding with the skin of his ass.
"What did I say about swearing, Julian?" Amadan scolded her submissive from behind.
Julian, tears streaming from the stinging pain spreading across his soft, sensitive skin, took a deep breath. "I-I-I'm sorry, Mistress..."
The Apprentice placed her hand on the doctor's face, pulling off his silken blindfold. "You will be sorry."
"What are you gonna do to me...?" Julian meets his domme's eyes before his gaze travels down to her waist, where a large silicone strap-on juts forward.
"I'm gonna make you scream."

Amadan unhooked Julian's gag and took it out of his mouth. Loosening his restraints, she laid him down with his back against the table and spread his legs, only to retighten the chains and ropes. Julian's ass still felt sore from the paddling. His abdominal muscles clenched as Amadan spat directed onto his asshole and rubbed her finger along the edges to lubricate it. With the other hand, she sucked on a thin, six-inch metal rod with a hook at the end.
Julian's eyes widened. "Oh no..."
The apprentice's fingers spread apart the skin surrounding his urethra and slowly plunged the rod into the hole.
Julian let out a scream of pain and ecstasy, arching his back until the top of his head was against the table.
Amadan ran her hands along his flat stomach, grasping at his chest and touching what felt like every single hair on his chest. She made her way over to her panting sub's face and pushed her hips forward. As soon as Julian noticed, he took the dildo into his mouth and down his throat. He closed his eyes and sucked on it as Amadan clutched a fistful of his red hair. The dildo curved and hit the back of Julian's throat, causing him to moan out of his control.
Once the dildo was sufficiently lubricated by Julian's spit, Amadan pulled it from his throat and moved back in between his legs. Julian coughed from the sudden removal of the dildo from his mouth.
Amadan thrusted deep into Julian's asshole as he let out a long, blissful moan. His toes curled as he lifted his hips upwards, his plugged cock hitting his stomach. Amadan began moving in and out, hitting Julian's prostate with every forward thrust. Every time Amadan's hips collided with Julian's body, he felt a wave of pleasure flow up into his stomach. His heart pounded out of his chest as Amadan held onto his leather collar and began to pick up speed. Julian moaned uncontrollably, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and his eyes rolling back into his skull.
Julian has always had a good endurance when it came to masturbating or the rare occasion of being able to fuck Amadan, but he just couldn't stand getting fucked in the ass like this. He desperately wanted to cum, but the prickling pain of the sounding rod forbade him. If given the ability, Julian would have been completely emptied by now. His cock throbbed and ached with the excruciatingly built-up pressure. Amadan pressed her palm into Julian's abdomen, able to feel the movements of the dildo inside of him.
"P-please let me cum... please, gods... I'll do anything..." Julian cried out, his eyes welling up with tears, "please... it's killing me... I-I'll be good... I promise..."
Amadan held the hook pensively with her finger. "You'll be a good boy?"
"Y-yes!!! I'll be a good boy... I'm begging you... please let me cum, Mistress..." Julian squirmed as Amadan twisted the rod from side to side, almost torturing him.
"Okay, you earned it." Amadan swiftly removed the rod from Julian's urethra. All tension released from his muscles as cum spurted from his cock, falling onto his stomach, chest and face. His hips bucked forward with each back-to-back orgasm. The sound of ecstasy in its purest form escaped from Julian's throat. It felt like every drop of semen was being forcefully pulled out of him. The tips of his fingers tingled from exhaustion and lightheadedness.
Amadan pulled out of Julian's tight asshole. She tugged at Julian's tongue as he began to settle from his climax. "Did you bite your tongue, dear? You're bleeding."
Julian didn't even notice the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. He weakly touched his fingers to his mouth, seeing the saliva-diluted blood dripping from the edge of his lip. "Ah..."
"Don't worry, I'll get you some water and a towel." Amadan planted a kiss on his cheek and began to undo her submissive's restraints. "Ah, I remember back when I patted you down in front of the shop and you could barely take it. Now look at you. You're a natural at this."
The tips of Julian's ears flushed red. "Because I had no idea you were so... dominant. And because I'm a bit ticklish."
A glint of mischief flared in Amadan's eyes as she curled and extended her fingers like claws while nearing Julian's hips. "Oh, you don't have to remind me."
Julian defensively hid his sides before Amadan could get to them. "Don't you dare!"
Instead of tickling, Amadan instead wrapped her arms around Julian and pulled him into a tight hug. "I love you."
"I love you too."