Worth – story

Pain, it’s part of the pleasure.

“You’ve got such an ugly, old dick and balls, boy. They really beg to be beaten. I bet you’ve been wondering if I’d be doing this again. Well of course I am. This time you don’t even have to hold them up for me, my pretty rope will do it for me.”

He shivered in the hard kitchen chair. His wrists were bound straight down at his sides, and his ankles to the plain, sturdy wooden legs. She had looped rope tightly around his cock and balls, held the end up like a leash and pushed it between his teeth to hold taught with a stern admonishment not to drop it.  Viola stood before him, running his thin leather dress belt through her hands. She had noted it immediately when he had showed up at the restaurant. She had decided then and there that this evening would be perfect to try a whippier cock beating. 

“You know, men know very well that their useless, little dicks deserve to be spanked and whipped. You are just so proud of your fun sticks. You flaunt it all over and you’re just so sensitive about it. Like you pet. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Goddess, I am sensitive about it. That’s why you liked belting it so much last time.”

“Mmhm. You screamed and cried. But you wanted it so much that you even offered them up to the belt with your own hands. My belt, not your thin little belt. You even begged me for more, you little pain slut.”

“I… I wanted to please you, Goddess.”

“Mmm, yes, I know. I liked that. And I found that I liked your screams, too. And remember, you left a big wet spot on the chair. You’re so twisted pet. Such a dirty bitch. That kind of bitch deserves to get his cock and balls belted again, doesn’t he?”

He knew she wanted him to repeat that back to her. And, well, it was kind of true. “Yes, Goddess, I’m a twisted, dirty bitch who deserves to have his cock and balls belted.” As he said it, he shuddered and felt a heavy cloak of buzzing warmth spread over his chest and shoulders. He felt as if his eyes had to close; his breath came quicker. 

Viola ran the cool leather over his thighs. “Ask for it, my pet.” 

Slowly he answered. “Goddess… please whip my useless, little cock and balls with my belt. Whip it until I scream and beg you to stop. Please mark me. I want to see that their yours.”

“Good boy. I’ll oblige. Let’s see if this thin little thing will make bruises like the thick one did, or just nice pink welts. Mmm, I bet we can get it pretty raw with such a whippy belt. No need to count this time, Pet. I think I’ll need to do a lot more, a lot faster.”

Viola waited a minute. Her play toy was clearly dopey already just from being tied up and insulted. Of course he was, the silly shit lived for that stuff. Well, she’d shortly make him dopier. She decided to dive right in without warmup. He liked it when she was nasty, anyway. 

Suddenly she struck, across both of the impossibly soft balls. He gasped, his eyes suddenly rising to her face. His mouth gaped in an O as she quickly struck him a dozen more times, his face shocked. By the end he was already involuntarily trying to raise his hands to protect himself. But she had made sure to tie him firm. Her cunt moistened in her pants.

Her torture pet was breathing heavily. Viola’s gaze shifted to his eyes from the rising pink welts on his thighs and balls.

“How is it, slut? Does it hurt as much as the big belt?”

Finally he caught his breath again. “Yes, Goddess, it hurts a fucking lot. It’s different cause it’s not so heavy. But it really fucking stings. And you’re doing it so fast.”

“Mm, that’s good to hear. Let’s do another round.”

He whimpered this time but didn’t protest. Viola set in quickly again. Halfway through, he started to make squeaking noises, which quickly grew to proper squeals. He was struggling again, too, which made his balls wiggle even more, tugged by the rope between his clenched teeth as his head thrashed about. His cheeks were flushed and he was starting to break out in a sweat. Her panties were soaked already. What a lovely sight.

“You’re beautiful like this, pet. Letting me hurt your precious cock and balls. Not even complaining. I bet you’d even ask me for more yourself, wouldn’t you.”  She reached out and squeezed his balls. Her pet moaned. 

“Well?”

“Ooh… Goddess, I want more. Please hit them some more. I can’t get enough. Please–“

He was cut off by another rain of blows. His moans quickly turned into yells. Viola stopped short. “I think we’ll try your cock now.” She carefully lined up the belt, and then delivered six blows smartly, with just little pauses between each. Satisfyingly, Pet’s moan-yells quickly raised in pitch. She actually had made him scream. Delicious. 

“Fuck, Pet, I never knew I’d love making a man scream in pain so much.” She aimed and started on his cock again. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” Snap! “You want me to make you take it.” Snap! “You need this.” Snap! “You’ll be so compliant after this.” Snap! “So soft and yielding.” Snap! “This is who you are.” Snap! “You were so eager to show off your cock to me, weren’t you. Did you think I’d just smile and nod and not do anything with it?” She paused a second longer and then hit those now-red balls extra hard. “You didn’t know I would enjoy this so much. You naive little bitch. You got more than you bargained for.”

He had started to sniffle between his screams. “Aww, did I hurt your feelings, bitch? That’s what really makes you cry. You can just take so much pain, can’t you? You’re just so proud of that.” Viola started raining down another few dozen from the top of his chest, across his stomach and then his thighs. Halfway through Pet started sobbing properly. His tears fell onto his cheeks, trickling down and off the tip of his chin. 

“Do the tears sting on that raw skin? Poor, poor thing. Do you want me to stop?” Her pet heaved and nodded.

“Ask nicely.”

“Goddess, I’ve had enough. I can’t take anymore. Please stop! Please no more!”

Viola tilted his face up towards her. “No, bitch.”

She delivered six more on the wet, already welted skin above his nipples. After his initial stare of shock, he really lost it. Between his throwing his head around and trying to kick, Viola had to steady the chair with one hand as she gave him the last strokes. Maybe he really couldn’t take anymore. She knew she certainly couldn’t. 

Viola slid her pants off over her hips and straddled him in the narrow chair.  She started to rub her pantied pussy all around the slippery, tear stained flesh of his face, Her pet moaning as she reached down to drag her nails across the stinging welts in his thighs, his volume rising as she passed back and forth over his lips. Viola couldn’t hold out any longer, she had to feel herself on his tongue. “Open!  Tongue, now!”  She started thrusting, holding his head firm.

“This feels so good for me, pet. Your moaning really makes it better. Soon I’m going to come… then I’m going to fill your pretty mouth with my piss, and when I release you you’re going to rub my pee in all by yourself, and thank me for it.”

She pressed him deep into her, smothering him. “Beg me to come, little whore.”

The tears had started to roll again. He desperately wanted to ask her.  He wanted to breathe. She pulled back slightly so he could gasp and speak. “Please come and piss on my face, Goddess…

show me what I’m worth.”