Page 29 of Justice For Me

“Smartass.”

Taking the first ball, slippery with lube, Malachi teased the puckered opening. Justice tensed out of reflex but a second warning slap to his stiffened cock reminded him to relax his body in order to ease the penetration. He smiled as Justice grit his teeth, but didn’t say anything. “Ready?” he asked softly. When Justice nodded, he slowly fed the first ball into the tight hole, pausing briefly where the ball stretched him the widest and then pushed it all the way inside. He hungrily watched as the muscles tightened around the ball and then clenched back together as soon as the ball disappeared.

Malachi waited. It wasn’t the largest toy he had used on his pet, but it was by far the widest…and there were more balls left to feed inside him. Justice’s eyes fluttered as his body accepted the penetration and tried to adapt to the fullness. The lube he had used would soon make itself known with a burning sensation that would set his pet’s ass on fucking fire. He couldn’t wait to see what beautiful, enticing expression his pet would make when introduced to this new method of play.

Justice forced himself to relax and as soon as he did, Malachi had pushed the bead inside of him, stretching his rim before sliding it completely inside. He breathed a sigh of relief when the bead slid home, knowing getting it past the tight muscle ring was the hardest part His relief, however, turned out to be short-lived. An intensely warm sensation started spreading throughout his ass…before turning intensely fucking HOT.

“Shit! Damn, fucking shit, it’s too fucking hot! That burns. I mean really I’m-going-to-cry-like-a-girl burns! FUCK me! What the fuck, Sir?” He tugged, yanked, and cursed furiously, but not one damn thing brought him any relief.

“Shhhh. It’s okay, baby. Focus on what you’re feeling.” Megan’s sweet voice called out to him.

Frantically his eyes sought hers, knowing just looking at her would help ground him. Well, for fuck’s sake, he wanted to punch her in the face, too.

“Ow. Ow. Ouch!” He moaned. “That fucking hurts.” His head flung from side to side, but his eyes never left his Mistress’ face. “That’s why you are wearing fucking gloves!” He accused. “For fuck’s sake, are you trying to burn me alive?”

“It’s okay, pet. The burn fades after a few seconds,” Malachi murmured while trailing a mixture of kisses and bites along a muscled inner thigh. He felt Justice’s body jerk wildly and then relax when the burn eased and then disappeared. A soft whimpering whine tumbled from Justice’s lips. Without touching, because his gloved hands were coated with the burning lube, Malachi checked to ensure the urethral plug was still in place and not causing any unplanned discomfort.

The plug and the burn had done nothing to diminish his pet’s arousal, cock was still rock hard and begging for release.

“Good boy,” he praised over and over.

Trapped in Megan’s gaze, Justice allowed her to ground him and start easing him toward the subspace he so desperately craved. Feeling stronger, more confident, his eyes, heaving from enduring all the new sensations, left his Mistress and sought out his Master’s violet gaze. The look of pride he found there caused his heart to flip-flop like a fucking girl.No emotions! He warned himself.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Do you think you can continue? The fullness will increase with each bead and the burn will be there each time…will remain until it reacts with your body’s heat and cools itself.” His tongue slurped the full length of the discolored cock of his pet. “Continue or stop? There is not a wrong answer…unless you continue when you really don’t want to.”

“Fuck.” The pain almost felt good. He was almost there. “Continue.” He braced for the burn, toes curling in the stirrups, fists clenching in his cuffs.

Malachi greedily watched pecs and biceps, abs and thighs, bulge and flex as they strained against their restraints, testing the bonds holding tightly. “Don’t tense up on me, pet. That will only make it worse.” He worked a generous amount of lube onto the next bead and held it against the sweet spot that was puckered so pretty for him. “I wish you could see how beautiful you look as your ass eats up my toy.”

Justice groaned and moaned. “You are such a fucking asshole, Sir!”

“Relax for me, pet. Take it in.” The second ball slid inside.

Justice tensed and then wailed when the burn shot through him, wringing his ass into oblivion. He seriously felt like Malachi had crammed a stick of dynamite straight inside of him. He bit his bottom lip, tried to wiggle away. Squirming didn’t help. “F-f-fuck! Fuck that burns!”

It finally cooled and Justice felt like he was finally able to take his first breath in about two minutes. His lungs burned, his ass burned, his cheeks burned. He was a big burning hot fucking mess.

“Very good, pet. You look beautiful. Doesn’t he look beautiful, Meg?”

She gave a purr of female satisfaction.

“Ask for the next bead, pet? Beg me for it,” he commanded. “Make it good and dirty and I’ll skip the burning lube on this one.”

“Please sir! Please fuck my tight ass with that bead. Cram it in me so hard I’ll remember it when I try to walk tomorrow.”

Malachi barked out a laugh. He hadn’t expected such erotic poetry to flow from his pet’s mouth. The third bead slid inside. Four more to go, pet. Have you had enough for tonight? How are you feeling?”

“Never better, Sir.”

He took a total of five beads and pouted when Malachi called an end to their session…after paddling his ass for being disrespectful and not addressing him properly…and it was just as he had expected, having his ass whipped while both it and his cock were stuffed full was just plain amazing.

The chair wasn’t so bad. The swing he had threatened him with at the end of their session? He didn’t think so…

Chapter 10

The next morning, Justice woke up incredibly sore in places…hell, everywhere, inside and out. He felt like death warmed over, road kill, a wilder beast surrounded by a pack of lions. While Malachi unlaced the ropes that he now bound him with every night, he remained quiet. He was terrified that if he opened his mouth, a girlie whimper would tumble out.

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