I'm robert hated the St. Andrew's cross. He was tied to it now, shirtless, in running shorts, socks and sneakers, his wrists and ankles tied to each one of the points of the cross. Hanau LOVED the cross. If he went three days without tying robert to it for "play," it was a long time. Sometimes he did it and specified it was just for play. Other times, he said it was part of robert's "punishment" for some infraction. That's what it was today, and he had made robert put on his leather arm band, his lock collar, and of course, the chastity cage, which hadn't been off in a week.
robert hated kyle too. kyle was the reason he was being punished. See, after Hanau knew that there was someone who worked in robert's office who was the "s" in a D/s relationship, he had him keep an eye on robert, to make sure that robert wasn't "flirting" with anyone else at the office. Hanau's definition of "flirting" was broad. He did require proof, but when kyle sent him photos of robert smiling at another man, Hanau would make a determination as to whether it was innocent, or flirting.
Since catching robert flirting gave him an excuse to punish robert, it was ALWAYS flirting. (And in truth, sometimes it was).
"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP" robert felt the charge run through the metal cock cage and then his dick itself. It meant Hanau was very near: about 300 feet at most. The power box was something that kyle and his DOM had given to Hanau and robert after robert's move in had become "final." There was a small receiver that hooked onto the cage, and the charge was delivered via battery. "State of the art" is what kyle told robert. It was. Sometimes the charge was rhythmic, sometimes, like this one, it was direct and like a stab. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP." Hanau was getting closer. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmph" came out of the side of robert's mouth, where the tape wasn't as secure as the rest of the gag. The charger was another reason he hated kyle. There was one more, then he saw Hanau enter the room.
robert was sore, almost all the time. Since the divorce proceedings had started, and he moved in with Hanau, robert's ass, nipples, and mouth were used every day, sometimes more than once. robert's duties as Hanau's "live in bitch" as Hanau called him, included a morning blow job before robert went out on his morning run, a session tied up, and if Hanau were aroused enough, either a butt fucking, or a second blow job. A session on the cross, which was about to begin, almost always meant that robert was going to get fucked when they were done. What Hanau did to him while he was on the cross would vary: robert never knew what it would involve, and thinking of what MIGHT happen, was making him drip pre-cum: another reason he'd get punished.
Hanau walked up to robert, smiling, and ran his thumb along the line where robert's shorts met his body. It was something else robert hated: Hanau exploiting his ticklishness. He tried to yelp, but the big piece of black duct tape on his mouth kept it sealed off. "How's my fuckmuffin tonight? " Hanau's thumb moved from robert's waist band, and started inching upward. robert knew where it was going: to his more sensitive nipple: the one at the left. "mmmmmmmmmmmph." robert turned his head to the side, trying to encourage Hanau to scruff him instead of working his nipples, which were sore from last night's play. "Oh, I'll get there bobby boy. I'll get there. Just now... I have a REAL strong hankering for twisting a nip or two." He pincered robert's nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and began twisting it gently, like a radio dial. robert's moans got louder and they escaped the tape. They seemed to make Hanau especially excited, as he grabbed robert's second nipple and began twisting it in synch with the first one.
"You need to get fucked robert, don't you?" He smiled, and robert shook his head no. Mistake. When he turned his head, Hanau's chin, with his sharp bristles, moved into the crook of robert's neck. "nnnnnnnnnnnnnng," robert whined, but between the bondage, Hanau's fingers on his nipples and now, his knee pushed into robert's cock, there wasn't much he could do but whine. "FUCK!" he thought. The last time Hanau had scruffed him, he had to explain the mark to at least three people. His excuse was that it was a mosquito bite, but kyle walked by during one explanation and laughed. "Tell the truth robert.. It's a love bite." Even thinking about it, made robert blush. "You sure about that sexy stud bottom?" Hanau began running the scruff back and forth on robert's neck. The movement, plus the pressure on his nipples, was making robert moan even more. "Hmmmm. Did I not attach the tape correctly, or are you squirming out of it? " Hanau asked. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG" the next zap was very strong, and Hanau held it for a while. "PLZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZSR." robert tried to get out. "Let me ask you again, bobby: you want dick up your ass?" Hanau was staring at him like a hungry wolf. His fingers continued to work robert's nipples. Slowly, but not reluctantly, robert nodded yes. "Heh heh. My human cum dump. Gonna lubricate me first, lover boy?" Again, robert slowly shook his head yes. At least if he were sucking cock, the gag would come off. "I love this new toy. Just a great thing. Don't you think?" One more zap from the power box and robert's eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Let's get you down and ready for some REAL fun." Hanau began unlocking the ankle restraints first, then the ones on robert's wrists. The stress had drained robert, but even if he had been as strong as he could be, he knew: he couldn't get past Hanau. He had seen Hanau work out when he took robert to the gym with him. The man dressed to conceal what was a solid, muscular body that was deceptively strong. If he pinned robert's arms behind his back, which he did often, robert couldn't move. Hanau pulled the tape from robert's mouth. "Thank you Sir..." robert panted. "Please sir.. If I do a good job may I..." "NO! You're in training cocksucker. Now get on your knees and get my rod wet." "yes sir," robert got out, weakly. How long was Hanau going to keep him locked up this time? Again, robert was ambivalent about what was happening to him. He was always aware of the cage, and it reminded him that he finally had something he had always wanted: to be owned by another man. Now, as he wrapped his tongue around Hanau's hard cock, he began thinking about how that cock was going to feel in him. Hanau went back to robert's nipples as he sucked. "FUCK YEAH. You were always good at this bobby, and you're getting BETTER." Hanau made robert keep his hair a little longer in the back so he could grab it, and push his head further on his cock. He did that now. It still choked robert a little bit, but he deep throated Hanau's cock. He knew that was expected. If the blow job was NOT to Hanau's satisfaction: clamps. Sometimes with the hitachi. He seemed to be enjoying it tonight, and robert breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wet enough for some good old fashioned fucking bobby. " Hanau yanked robert's head off his cock. You want it?" "YES SIR. YES. I WANT IT BADLY. SO BADLY. FUCK ME. PLEASE MASTER FUCK ME." he begged, even as he felt the soreness in his ass. He had felt Hanau getting harder and harder in his mouth. This was gonna hurt.
Hanau usually took him face up. Tonight was no exception. He made robert grab his own ankles - robert had kept his flexibility, even though Hanau had closed down his massage business - and now, robert inserted one, then two fingers. robert's whimpers became squeaks, then moans. "WHO OWNS THIS ASS?" "You do Sir. It's your property." "DAMN RIGHT IT IS BITCH. MINE." Hanau bent down. He LOVED eating robert, and he did that now. The sounds robert made were like none he had ever heard. "FUCKING CUNT" Hanau growled as he went deeper. "Has there ever been a fucking pussier man pussy than you?" All robert could hear was the slurping sounds as Hanau went deeper. Then, suddenly, it stopped. robert knew what that meant. "OH MY FUCKING GOD SIR YOU"RE HUGE" he yelled as Hanau penetrated him. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" "YEAH. YOU'RE GONNA HURT THIS WEEKEND, BITCH." It was Friday, and Hanau was especially vigorous, as he plowed in. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" robert moaned again. He couldn't recall Hanau ever getting in that far. "NICE. You're opening up REAL good bobby boy. Like an oyster. Let me get that pearl." "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" robert continued to scream and it just seemed to inspire Hanau to fuck him harder. The bed was shaking and robert was close to crying. He didn't DARE ask Hanau to stop, because... well, then he just might. So he bit his lip. He thought of how he had been a standard, run of the mill straight guy to everyone for years and now.... "TAKE MY JIZZ YOU FUCKING BITCH." He felt the warm flood of Hanau's cum filling him. Hanau had just said it all: robert wasn't straight anymore. He was a prime bitch. A mancunt. A manpussy. A sub. A BOTTOM. His life as Hanau's prize had begun. And it was about to get much more interesting.