Make the Rent, the Punishment Part 1 [Noncon, punishment, BDSM, MF]

I scraped my clothes on out of habit, still trembling from the way he had taken me. We’d been roommates for a couple months, never had much of a connection before and I didn’t know much about it. When I’d had to confess I couldn’t make the rent last month I had no clue how he’d react, but I never expected him to spot me – and I definitely didn’t expect he’d want this in return. Sex, maybe, that wasn’t so unusual. I thought, if he had asked to just fuck me like some bro I probably would have turned him down. I fingered the chain collar around my neck. This was different.

It didn’t help that he had fucked me so good but left me wanting more. I lingered by the couch, hoping he would appear and just take me like he had just before. Eventually I slunk to my bedroom and, unable to stand it, began to masturbate. The buzzing vibrator brought me to a nice little climax. After, I felt refreshed, a bit less overwhelmed.

In the kitchen, I was pouring myself some water when he walked by, stopped dead in his tracks and looked me down.

“Did you masturbate?” he asked. I blushed. How could he possibly –?

“I told you not to,” he said, voice cool but with a sting behind it. He had told me not to, but I couldn’t wait, and anyway, what did that even mean? But he was by me now, one of my wrists in his hand.

“Drink up,” he held my water out, “Because you’re in for a big punishment.”

I laughed nervously, and suddenly I was in the air, slung over his shoulder. He carried me into his bedroom on the other side of the apartment. I’d never been in it before, and my eyes went immediately to racks of leather, metal, plastic, and glass instruments. Some, like the whips, had obvious uses, but others I could not imagine.

A couple feet from the foot of his bed a strap and cuffs hung from the ceiling. He locked my hands in, and I was stretched up, standing on my toes. He pulled my jeans and panties off, and to some dismay, cut the shirt off my back, cold scissor shears veering close to my breasts. The bra went too. With me nude, he took what looked like a metal harness and pulled it around my crotch, between my ass cheeks, belting it around my waist and sealing it with a padlock. He pocketed the key and said,

“I didn’t want to put that on you, but you can’t be trusted.”

I squirmed, holes and lick locked up tight. He slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

“Don’t talk. You can scream and yell and cry, but don’t talk. Otherwise I’ll have to plug that hole too,” he said. I felt his hands run down my back, then a flow of wind with a whooshing sound, and finally, a sting across my back.

I cried out as the whips came, now more furious, each one striking pain through me. My nerves were on fire, muscles pulsating. I screamed even more when the tail curled around to my chest and flicked my nipple. After that one, I heard him laugh, and try for it again. He got it right on there a few times. The whip was gone but my reprieve was short, as I felt an electric shock course through me. It vibrated and stung, shocking my flesh down my back, onto my ass, down my thighs, and then plunged into my breasts. I could hear the vibrato in my voice as a I cried while the electric shocks sent my body pulsing.

When it finally let up I felt frayed, swinging by wrists from his ceiling. Again he was gone, and back with a new toy. Rope – the feel was obvious, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. He pulled the line under by breasts, hoisting up, then bringing the other around on top and around my chest. As he pulled I felt my boobs squeezed, pressure first, and then pain. I was panting from it when I felt the sharp flick – just a small tail but it stung like nothing else on my already tender flesh. When it hit my nipple I screamed, and I when I felt him pinch, so hard I swore he would rip it off my eyes began to tear.

“Do you want it to stop?” he asked. I almost said yes but, catching myself, nodded. He unhooked me from the ceiling and let me fall to my knees on the bedroom rug. When the blindfold came off, he had another length of chain which he locked to my collar. He tugged up I raised my torso, knees still on the ground, breasts still squeezed my the rope.

He pinched my nose and no sooner had my mouth popped open then his dick had filled me. It tasted like salt and heat. Instinctively I began to lick, and he held me by the hair and thrust back and forth into me. Faster; I could taste the thick cum dripping out from him. He finished, but only when he saw me swallow did he take himself out.

“That was good, but you sill haven’t made up for your disobedience. This,” he tapped the harness, my chastity belt, “Doesn’t come off until you prove yourself.”

I looked down at my beet red chest, nipples purple, and tits swollen between the rope. What more did he want?

I felt myself getting wet, scrunched against the metal. Honestly, he could do nothing but keep this thing on me, yearning to be fucked, yearning to be licked and fingered and brought to orgasm, but never getting it – that would be punishment enough. A light smirk on his face told me he knew that. Still, he’d keep tormenting me.

“What if I take this off?” I pulled at the collar and he looked a little surprised. But his face flattened into a smile.

“You can, and I’ll take these off for your” he snapped the band under my tits and I squealed as it reverberated against my tender flesh, “And we’ll be done. But I *won’t* give you the key.”

The padlock hung innocently against my waist. What could I do?

He leaned down, hands clasped around my chin so I was forced to look up at him.

“I have an idea of how you can prove yourself, tonight, but you must be obedient and receptive no matter what. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said, “Yes sir.”

He smiled, releasing my chin and was back with another lock which he secured around my collar and leash.
“No turning back,” he said, “Tonight, I own you. You can’t change your mind. But if you do well, you’ll be rewarded.”

Again, I nodded, feeling hot, excitement mingling with the lingering pain from the whips and shocks I had endured. I could see his cock, hard again, and wished I could taste it once more. He noticed my eyes. Grabbing my hair he pressed my face into his crotch, I shot my tongue out, licking at the fabric.

“You want that?” he whispered before pushing me away, leaving me with my mouth agape, begging for more.

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