Page 22 of Justice For Me

Justice was about to feel overwhelmed by how badly they hurt when Megan interrupted his pain party by saying, “Those are my absolute favorite. I’m not submissive but I fucking love it when Malachi clamps those babies onto my nipples. I feel it for hours after he takes them off.”

Well, hell. He supposed if she could take it, then so could he. The metal stars around his nipples looked strange against his flesh but he didn’t suppose it was strange in a bad way.

“Other than the paddle, that’s all I have for you tonight, pet. You’ve done exceptionally well and took everything I’ve asked of you. Your first night has been most impressive thus far and you’ve by far exceeded our expectations. For our finale, I’m going to strap you into what we call the extreme punishment bench. Once you’re locked in, I’m going to paddle your dildo-stuffed ass until it is a crimson shade. Red or green?"

Justice glanced around the room, wondering which one of the pieces of bondage furniture was the extreme punishment bench. He was clueless, they all looked like methods of extreme punishment to him. “Green, Sir.” His eyes lifted to the screen. “Green, Mistress.”

Malachi smiled his approval. Fuck, but the man was beautiful when he smiled, Justice thought.

He watched as Malachi drug a large, intimidating piece of bondage furniture over toward where he was standing. There were restraints virtually everywhere and places for all sorts of attachments. This baby looked fucking deadly. If he could handle this, he felt like he could rule the fucking BDSM world.

“Which way would you prefer I place it, babe? Do you want to have a clear view of his stuffed ass while I’m paddling him or do you want to watch his face display visions of agony and pleasure? The choice is yours, of course.”

Please pick my face. Please pick my face. Justice chanted the thought over and over in his head. He didn’t even need to close his eyes to get a pretty good picture of how he would look bent over and strapped onto the bench with the end of the dildo peeking out of his ass hole.

Megan tilted her head from side to side like she was studying for just the right answer. Her finger tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I’ve so enjoyed watching all those beautiful expressions on his face while you’ve played with his ass but I think I’ll enjoy watching his ass dance for your paddle as we finish for the night.”

Justice dropped his head in defeat and Malachi swung the bench around in the opposite direction than how he had originally placed it.

“First of all, climb up on the bench in a doggy position, legs spread very wide.” Malachi watched as Justice climbed onto the bench, trying to figure out where to put what once he was up there. “Bend yourself over the waist bar right here,” he pointed to where he needed to rest his stomach. “Now put your forearms and knees onto the leather padding supplied.”

Justice felt his face flaming due to the fact that Megan was most definitely being given a clear ass-shot at the moment. He clenched and felt the dildo jiggle inside of him. Fuck, she probably noticed that, too. His embarrassment continued to grow as Malachi wrapped a leather restraint around his waist and then wrapped the leather belt attached to the waist restraint around each of his upper thighs, pulling his legs even wider apart and then strapping them into place. There was no fucking way his ass could escape Megan’s gaze now. He couldn’t budge or hide, he was completely and utterly exposed. To sum it up, his cock and balls couldn’t be more exposed than they were right now. Wrist and ankle restraints were locked down and then a steel neck collar was added to hold his head firmly into place. If you looked helpless up in the dictionary, there would be a fucking picture of him, displayed just like this as a visual example.

“How many licks with the paddle for our submissive-in-training tonight, lover?” Malachi asked as he picked up the paddle and moved to stand beside his trapped boy. He could see Justice trying to move, testing the restraints, but there wasn’t any leeway for him. His hands would clench into a tight fist, give a tug on the restraint and then unclench. He was good and properly spread wide and trussed up…and his sub was hornier than fucking hell. His rapid breathing and soft whimpers told Malachi all he needed to know. The boy loved himself a good ole fashioned ass whipping, there was no denying that about him.

“How old are you, Justice?” Megan called out in a chipper voice.

Justice bit his bottom lip and tried to shake his head in dismay, but couldn’t do much in the movement arena. “Twenty-one, ma’am,” he answered in a shaky voice. Twenty-one licks with a paddle couldn’t be too bad, right? He could handle that. He was pretty certain Malachi had whacked his ass with the leather belt around twenty times last night. He could do this, he told himself.

“How old are you now, lover? Twenty-seven?” she asked Malachi sweetly.

“Yep, babe.”

“Has somebody acted like you were old at twenty-seven years, lover? Do we know of anybody that has teased you recently?”

“Oh, fuck,” Justice moaned. “It was just a joke. I know you aren’t old. I was just jerking your chain…you know, for fun.”

Malachi smiled at Megan through the screen. He loved this woman. She fucking owned his soul.

“Give him a firm twenty-seven paddles.” She winked at Malachi when she heard Justice groan again. “Make him count for us, of course.”

Malachi palmed a beautiful ass glove and then raised the paddle in the air. “Count for me, pet. If you miss a number or make a mistake, we start all over again. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

The paddle whished through the air with a terrifying whistle and landed with a sharp snap against Justice’s right cheek. It immediately turned a bright red and his pet yelped out his first number. Again and again he brought the paddle down onto the tender flesh, switching from cheek to cheek but always making sure he did something to cause the dildo to move about in its tight prison. Justice counted loudly and groaned and moaned even louder. His noises turned more high-pitched around fifteen spanks and his ass desperately tried to dance around and dodge its torment but there was no escape. On about the twentieth crack against heated flesh, his beautiful sub found his subspace. His perfectly defined body, dripping with sweat and painted so prettily with paddle marks, virtually melted right in front of Malachi. The squirming stopped, the whimpers stopped, and the tears stopped. The counting obediently continued, but it appeared to be more reflexes than anything else. It was so fucking arousing to watch him hit his nirvana spot. Megan’s hand had slipped down the front of her tight leather pants and was stroking her clit as she watched. Malachi’s cock was hard enough to cut diamonds. After the final swing, he dropped the paddle and began loosening the restraints that held Justice down. He whispered words of compliments and appreciation as he massaged his pet’s limp body. As soon as all the restraints were tossed aside, he flipped the boy over and then carefully eased him down onto the bench. His cock was purple and looked like it could explode at any given moment. Under normal circumstances, he would release the cock ring and watch as his sub shoot volcanic jets of come from their release-starved cock. When their orgasm faded, he would give them their much-needed and well-earned aftercare by cleaning them up with a rag, massaging their ravaged bodies, and making sure they followed up with plenty of water and rest.

That was his normal routine. That, he found, was not his Justice routine. His gaze sought out Megan and she, knowing him more than anyone, nodded her approval as she continued to finger her soaking clit. He dropped to his knees between Justice’s legs and took his entire length, cock ring and all, into his mouth and down his throat. He was a top and he could count how many times he’d sucked cock on one hand, but this was an entirely different situation than any he had ever found himself in when participating in a playroom scene. His pet moaned the most beautiful sound and Malachi looked up to see tears sliding down his face as he watched Malachi work his dick, head bobbing up and down and sucking and licking just the way he loved someone to work his own member. His tongue slid around the engorged head, teased the slit, and then swallowed him whole again. He felt his cheeks pucker as he pulled on the most beautiful cock he’d ever seen in his life.

“Fuck, Sir. I need to…Fuck, I’ve got to…” His pet’s sexy voice sounded weak and desperate.

Justice’s head was now tossing from side to side and his lean hips were thrusting against Malachi’s mouth, wanting more. His arms and hands still lay submissively to his sides, but his body was begging for release. Malachi released the cock with a popping sound. “Ask me, pet? Ask for permission to come.”

“Please, Sir. Please let me come,” he begged.

“Make some noise for me, pet. I love to hear your sexy sounds.”

With a skill gained with years of experience, Malachi flicked the release on the cock ring and then swallowed his pet’s cock so deep he felt it slide down the back of his throat. Seconds later, Justice screamed loud enough to disturb the neighbors and possibly wake the dead and then his hot come coated Malachi’s throat. He gently massaged the balls bunched up so tightly and continued to swallow and suck until his pet had finished and collapsed in exhaustion.

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