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His backside was flaming and bruised with the deepened colours of black and blue. He was hunched over your lap, clothes confiscated moments before. While shuddering at the sensation of your palm roughly slapping his ass, his face would curl into a troublesome grin, enjoying the spanking as much as his brattish behaviour. He’d purposely squirm out of your hold like an unleashed dog, your hand grabbing the back of his neck and pinning him down to avoid the drama of his beasty naughtiness. You remained silent throughout the course of this punishment. Silence drained him and without that reassurance or scolding, he was left ponder his thoughts while being nasty. It made him particularly vulnerable.
“Mhm.” Trevor huffed when you slapped his left cheek again. His body rocked forwards whenever you spanked him, and his dangling cock twitched from between your open thighs. He tried to peer over his shoulder to see you, but every-time led to an even more aggressive slap. It was degrading. Trevor felt silly. It reminded him of being a little boy again where he was pathetically punished for his childish behaviour. It was a cruel and traumatic experience – being treated so poorly by motherly figures – yet when you portray this “antagonistic mother”, he’d grow especially excited, and may even promote more commotion (on your side) so he can gain more “alone” time with you – and your witchery effects on him.
So he made more fuss. Trevor chanted out curses whenever you slowly caresses his sore ass, rubbing the bruises as he was stinging furiously. The gentle gesture made him toss around. You felt his cock grow bolder and stronger. It was stiff; rock-hard and bound to explode if you continue teasing him so evilly. By all means, the room was dead silent apart from his occasional grunts and groans. Trevor had arched his back whenever you gracefully smoothened his backside, then in moments of surprise, you’d strike again, spanking. He couldn’t predict any of this, not when he couldn’t see you. Forced to stare at the wall as you punish him greatly, it only added to his tautness.
“Mama…” A small whisper left his lips, “Mama. I want you, I gotta see you, yeah? Turn me around.” There was hopefulness in his soft pleads. His voice remained gruffy and deep (his natural pitch), so whenever he whispered in gleeful begs, it made him sound so fragile and submissive. And the question beheld lack of manners, purposely, almost as though he was making it harder for himself to get some enjoyment out of this sensual beating.
But you kept your mouth shut and trapped him onto your lap. You smiled down at his naked buttocks, feeling the heat from your spanking. You wanted to praise the sight – his nakedness pathetically on your lap. It was enchanting, different! It wasn’t common to see Trevor admitting submission to anyone. He was too maddened and difficult. He couldn’t follow authority for the life of him, making this much amusing for the both of you.
“[y/n], c’mon. I – “ Trevor was silenced when you outstretched your arm and covered his mouth with your palm. He moaned, eyes rolling back. You held a threatening hand upon his ass before making a final slap that stung his lower body into a paralysed euphoria. His tongue fell out and against your palm when the slap cleanly grazed his sore backside. He murmured inaudible moans and arched his back, his penis aching.
Smarting pain – is what he felt. He was used to barbaric women; such as his mother, but never someone sexual. You converted him into relishing this abuse. Without force. Trevor, uncontrollably, began yearning for more when the first encounter of you domineering him. The trauma bond held him into a choke-hold. He was always a naughty, naughty boy, and he became naughtier just for the sakes of you. You’re the bad influence that has been mangling his body and feasting upon his cock like a savage tigress. And he loved EVERY second of it.
Trevor felt something tight around his neck as his eyes opened. He glanced down, recognising red rope and deviously giggling to himself. His body was kicked off and he thrumbled to the ground, his beaten ass hitting the cold tiles, making him hiss out of pain. You gently tugged on the rope, using it as a leash. You tugged it and made him crawl on his all fours. He followed you to the bedroom, his eyes wide and his perverted eyes daring to spy under your skirt. Trevor licked his lips when seeing peeks of your wet pussy.
“Get on the bed.” You finally spoke. Your voice alerted him, Trevor’s face filling with excitement. He hesitantly stood up and looked down at you. The height difference didn’t startle you. Trevor grinned when feeling powering, but it was knocked down when you clicked your fingers and pointed to the mattress.
Like an obedient dog, he frowned and unwillingly lied down. You tugged on the rope, demanding him to change the attitude, his head jerking forwards at your sudden outburst. Trevor tried to clench onto the leash and smirked towards you.
“Am I being a good boy, mommy?” He whispered with a dangerous smile. Those meth-infused eyes burnt daggers into yours – his ego growing rapidly.
“No.” You responded.
Trevor clicked his tongue, his fingers picking at the ropes material. He outspread his legs when he had gotten comfortable, his cock fiercely standing up straight. It would shiver whenever your shadow over-casted the bulging urge to cum. Any type of fusion and temperature difference would bully his sensitive boner, so every-time you threatened to move, it would twitch.
He sighed and rested his head back before groaning darkly. Trevor thrusted his hips up against the sky, pretending there was something to grind. He attempted to make amends with this achy arousal but it was too overbearing. It swallowed him back into submission where he made grabby-hands, urging you to come closer.
“Mama, c’mere… I need you.”
“You need me?” You’d smile, beginning to trail your fingertips up his leg and thigh, close to his erection.
Trevor’s body jolted and he gaped out a longing breath. He stared down at your hand that crawled up his naked body. He clenched his jaw and grunted when you reached his nipple. With a twist, you had squeezed them with each hand, groping his chest and watching him squirm as the rope kept him in order.
“Oh fuck, [y/n]. Fuck…” He drooled a little bit.
“Mm?”
“Gah! No, fuck! Ah!”
You smiled, “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
Trevor whimpered at the pet-name as he continued moaning when your fingers only gripped his nipples harder. He wiped his face to excuse the excess of sweat that built up from all the intense spanking and dirty talk earlier on. His whole body was knackered and he’s been holding back the urge to cum for almost an hour now. How he managed – he wouldn’t know.
“I really need to cum, ma.” He panted when staring down at you.
You simply shook your head and slid your nails down his chest and stomach, leaving burning scratches that trailed down his tanned skin. You left his nipples flaring, bright red and sore. There were slashers of grazes from his head to toe from your consistent, sensual abuse. Trevor’s neck clogged when you tightened the rope and he struggled to muffle exact sentences, only moaning and groaning.
Your hands reached his crotch, your fingers reaching the tip of his happy trail. Trevor’s body went into spasms at your gentle touch. He squealed and gave you this disturbed glare, however, his hips thrusted into your hands. You’d smile and tug on the rope as he foiled in pain. His hips fell back against the mattress and your hands freely roamed his lower stomach, brushing against his pubes and barely touching the air around his cock. But your radiation made him feel entitled to thrusting again, attempting to use your palm as a fleshlight.
“C’mon – “ Trevor howled, struggling.
With quick motion, you grabbed his penis and kneaded it with a heavy hand. It was extremely rigid and it shuddered repetitively. There was pre-cum slandering the tip, the white oozing down his length and causing a mess upon his pubic hair. You watched with comprehension, crutching your eye-brows together, believing he had came; out of your permission.
“Trevor,” You tilted your head, “What’s this?”
He lifted his head and saw the dribble of his semen brushing down his cock. He whined, shaking his head.
“I didn’t mean to, ma. I didn’t mean to cum.”
“You didn’t mean to?”
“I couldn’t help it. It just came out. I couldn’t control it – “
“You have the capability of controlling nothing, sweetheart. You’re a dog; feral animal!” You tugged the rope again.
Trevor grinned sickly when you had dehumanised him. His head jerked forward from the leash, and he had the audacity to giggle. His sickly smirk would only increase when you grew frustrated. He didn’t stop, in fact, he’d bite his lip and move his hips sexually as he’d stare at you with his perverted eyes.
Deciding to teach him a lesson, you had grabbed his shirt that he had thrown off hours prior. You stretched it out and began to wrap it around your hand, edging closer to him. Trevor believed he was going to receive a spanking again, so he’d try and crawl backwards (despite having the tight rope around his neck). His eyes darted between you and the shirt, his smirk falling out of curiosity.
“Ma?” He whispered.
You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on his lips before grabbing his thin hair, throwing his head up so you could adjust the shirt as a blindfold. Trevor held onto the kiss, his lips wobbling when it left yours. Even though he couldn’t see, he still guided himself by the hands, managing to touch your lips and gave you one last kiss until you forced him back against the mattress. A small yelp left his lips and he was left vulnerable and fearful. Being both blinded and leashed, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t have many options left – only to obey you.
“C’mon, [y/n]…” Trevor growled, feeling his anger spurt due to his lack of control in this situation.
You returned to his penis and stroked it as his body would jerk around, again. Soft pleas left his throat and he’d pant increasingly heavier.
“You got to learn your lesson.” You’d scold, holding his cock against his lower tummy before your other hand adventured down, cruelly pacing his anus (his most sensitive spot).
He immediately reacted by obnoxiously moaning. His voice would crack and his face would screw up from behind the blindfold. You watched intently, examining how he responded to small pinches and pokes around his anal opening. His penis was even throbbing and ready to explode again.
“Ma… Oh fuck, stop teasing me, I fuckin’ hate it!”
“Really?”
“I just wanna cum… This ain’t funny, baby.”
“Calm down.” You leaned close and trailed kisses down his thighs.
Trevor breathed heavily as his legs would tense up. You felt his whole frame shiver at the impact of your touch. He faintly called your name before your fingers slowly entered his anus, causing this great sensation which infected the majority of his physical mobility.
“Fuuuucck. Mama, oh, God!”
“You want more?” Your whispers penetrated his skin. It made him jump considering he was blinded from seeing you hover over him like a sacred spectre feasting his soul.
“I want more, now – “ He was interrupted after having your two fingers fully sucked into his anus, his sentence ending in a wail.
You began fingering him in a steady pace, trying to ease him into this act of intimacy, especially when he’s erratic and in a phase of instability. Trevor was properly moaning. He couldn’t control himself anymore, his penis squirting cum all against your hand as you continued mercilessly fingering his sensitive anus. His volume was immense and you could of sworn people outside his trailer would hear this sinful lullaby of his petty cries. It would turn his “macho” reputation into something more insightful; a breakable dog with a softness for vulgar women.
So in a haze of ecstasy, during his orgasm, you had slapped his cock in response to defying your rules. Trevor hissed in pain, his penis inflaming like his backside after you’d spank him stupid. He arched his back and mumbled out love confessions as your fingers grew sloppy, his anus becoming the switch to his weakness and breaking this masculinity.
“Mommy! Shit, ah!” He’d aimlessly praise, his hands begging the rope to loosen around his neck.
“Keep going.”
“I can’t… Fuck, I can’t.”
You grabbed his leash and forcibly yanked it, “Yes you can. You’re a big boy now.”
Trevor whimpered, sweat strickling down his body as you continued speaking.
“You wanted this to happen, didn’t you? You wanted to be treated like a dog. Does this make you feel good, Trevor? Do I have to repeat this all over aga – “
“No!”
“Do I have to gag you, baby? You like this leash? You want a collar with your name on it? – “
“[y/n], ma! Oh, fuck… I’m gonna cum, mommy… Mommy, I – I fuckin’ love you. I love you, I wanna hold you!” He cried.
“I know you love me, honey – “
“Take this fuckin’ blindfold off me! Mommy!”
You giggled and only fingered him faster, ignoring his cries to see you destroy him. He was losing his mind; moaning, drooling, thrusting his hips in all direction. Trevor tried to grind against your fingers but your hand around his cock tightened, warning him to back away or it’ll become an excruciating pain.
He wasn’t too happy and pouted from under the shirt around his eyes. He murmured your name and held onto his sore nipples, deciding that it wasn’t worth the fight. His body rocked against your fingers, his anus sucking it in effortlessly due to how loose he had developed. Trevor didn’t bother with the blindfold, but the idea that he could easily remove it himself, yet he only wants you to remove it. It made you smile. It made you lean down and kiss the tip of his penis as he was approaching his final orgasm.
“Mama… I’m gonna…” He took a deep exhale, “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum on you.”
“Go on, baby.” You encouraged.
“Mm, I need you… Yes, let me cum on you, ma.” Trevor sunk his teeth into his bottom lip when grunting, his cock twitching before another load painted his stomach and your hand a sticky white. This one was long and intense. You stroked his thigh as he moaned furiously, the cum squirting for seconds straight.
The rope around his neck loosened and you freed him from that authority. Trevor immediately rubbed his neck and threw off his blindfold, his eyes having tear stains and blood-shot red. He stared at you with a shaky breath, his arms outreaching to usher you close. His body trembled, his legs weak. You cooed and embraced his wide shoulders, ignoring how his damp chest would stick to your shirt.
“Hold me.” He’d repeat.
You were careful not to caress his beaten backside and chest after your spanking and slaps. It had left him horrifically sore.
“Hold me, I want you – I love you, [y/n]. Fuck… I wanna feel you – “
“Shh…” His mouth was closed when you pressed a finger to his lips.
Trevor huffed before resting aside you, his head nuzzling against the crook of your neck. He was steadying his breathing when you had pecked his cheek.
“You feeling okay?” You asked.
He nodded, wiping the spot you kissed.
“You sure?”
“Fuckin’ tired. My ass hurts and my head is spinning.” Trevor muttered with a small grin.
“Maybe you need to rest it up.”
“Are you staying?”
“Hm?” You looked at him, and he returned your look longingly.
“Are you staying with me tonight?”
“Yeah… I guess I could.”
“Good. You better stay or I’d – “
“Shush. Just enjoy the moment.”
He clicked his tongue but nodded. His body leaned against yours before his eyes would close timidly. You double-checked to see if he could see, and as expected, he was knocked out asleep on your shoulder.