Puppy/sir, distraction, punishment, light bondage, vibrators, overuse, sensitivity
Jester was sitting on the couch, their entire body tense, every muscle stiff. They were on the very last level of their favorite video game, and they were finally so close to beating it, they just had to-
"Heeeey." Owen said, walking in front of them and blocking the tv.
"Hey! What? No! I'm almost done, just let me-" The tv emitted a loud blooooop and Jester tossed the controller across the room. "Dude! I was so close to beating it! What do you want?" Owen sat on the coffee table in front of them and smiled.
"I think you know exactly what I want." He leaned in to kiss their neck., putting one hand on their thigh and one hand in their hair.
"What the fuck?" They said, and grabbed his hair, pulling him back. "Puppy, I swear to fucking god, if you don't-" Owen calmly took their hands and put them at their sides.
"Nice try, kitten, but-" Jester stood and tore their hands from his grip, wrapping them around his throat.
"Don't fucking try me. You listen to me, do you understand?" Owen smiled, trying to ignore how Jester was crushing his windpipe.
"So scary." He muttered, grinning. Jester grabbed his hair and pulled him to his feet.
"Upstairs. Now." They said, tugging him along behind them. Owen obeyed, following them up the stairs. "Strip." Owen did so, still smiling like an idiot. Once he was in his underwear, he sat on the foot of the bed.
"So? What are you gonna do to me, daddy?" He said mockingly. Jester frowned.
"I said strip." Owen didn't move. Jester grabbed a pair of handcuffs and grabbed Owen's hands, pulling him to the headboard and securing his hands above his head.
"Ooh, so scary." Owen Joked, fighting against the restraints as Jester turned and started digging through the top dresser drawer. "What are you gonna do to me?" Owen laughed. Jester grabbed a large silicone vibrator and walked back over to Owen. They gripped his underwear, tore them off and forced his legs apart. They spit into their hand and shoved two fingers into his asshole, scissoring them aggressively. Owen moaned, his confidence faltering. After a few moments, Jester pulled them out and spit on the toy, sliding it onto him. He groaned, and gently ground his hips against the mattress. Jester got back up and grabbed their phone. They turned the toy up to full speed, and Owen's hips bucked, his eyes rolling back. "FuUCK!" He cried as it buzzed aggressively against his prostate. "B-baby it's too fast! I - I can't!" Jester smiled.
"You call me Sir. Nothing else. And I'm sure you can, puppy. I mean, you kinda have to." Jester grinned, and they turned and walked out of the room.
Jester jumped off the couch, throwing their controller onto the floor.
"Fucking FINALLY!" They yelled as the credits rolled across the screen. They turned off the tv and looked at their phone. It took them nearly an hour to finish the last level. They went back upstairs to the bedroom to check on Owen. He was laying on the bed, his arms flexed over his head and his legs still spread. He was covered in sweat and his own cum, having finished at least twice while Jester was gone. His eyes were rolled back and he didn't seem to notice that Jester had come back upstairs. They walked to the side of the bed and turned the vibrator speed down slowly. "So, puppy?" They said once it had stopped. Owen's chest heaved with every shaking breath. "Do you know better than to interrupt me just because you're horny?"
Owen nodded. "Use your words."
"Yes. Yes daddy." He said, his voice hoarse. Jester turned the toy back on, making it pulse audibly inside him.
"You call me sir. Understand?" Owen moaned, and nodded his head.
"Y-yes sir." Jester turned the toy back off.
"Good boy." Owen whined, and fought against the restraints. "Aww, what do you want, puppy?" Owen said nothing, only fell back onto the bed. "Thats what I thought." Jester stood and began to undress while walking over to the closet. "What should I wear?" They said, looking through a drawer. "How about this?" They said, holding up a strappy leather harness. Owen nodded. "Use your words. Don't make me remind you again."
"Yes, sir." Owen yelped. Jester smiled and tugged it on. "But sir, I don't know if I can, uh-"
"And how about this?" They held up a strap on, with a large purple dildo attached. Owen hesitated.
"I-I don't know if I can do that, sir. i'm really sensitive." Jester smiled and stepped into the straps, securing it around their hips.
"And the thing about that, puppy, is I really don't care." Owen shivered, his stomach coiling. "You're mine, puppy." Jester stood at the foot of the bed. "Get on all fours." Owen paused. "NOW." They ordered.
"Yes, sir." He said, flipping to his front hurriedly. Jester grabbed his hips and gently pulled the vibrator out. Owen grunted, gripping the top of the headboard.
"You're my little toy, to do what I want with." They dug their nails into his thighs. "You don't touch yourself without my permission." Owen's heart dropped. "Do you?" Owen's hands shook. "DO YOU?" Owen shook his head.
"No sir, I don't." Jester let go of his hips.
"That's a lie, puppy. Isn't it?" Owen turned to look at them, frantically trying to come up with something to say.
"N-no, sir, I swear! I've been good for you, I-" Jester brought their hand down onto his ass, leaving a big, stinging red hand print. Owen yelped, squeezing his eyes shut.
"That's a fucking lie." Jester said. "How many times did you touch yourself without my permission?" His heart was pounding in his ears as he answered.
"F-four." He said quietly.
"I can't hear you, kitten." Jester said, digging their nails into the mark on his ass. "Speak. Up."
"Four, sir!" Owen cried, back arching.
"That's what I fucking thought." Jester let go of his ass. "So? what's a good number, do you think?" Owen froze.
"Number?" Jester grinned.
"How about eight? two for every time you disobeyed me?"
"Eight what?" Owen whined. There was a moment of nothing, then he heard a small jingle as Jester grabbed a belt from their closet.
"You know exactly what." Jester gripped the belt in one hand, and his hip with the other. "I want you to count them out loud for me." Owen nodded.
"Yes sir." Owen spread his legs a little and stuck his ass out. Jester brought the belt down right on the stark red hand print. "One!" Owen yelped, his body lurching. "Two!" They brought it down again, leaving a burning red stripe. "Three! F-four! Five!" He cried as they spanked him, each hit coming down harder than the last. "Six!" His voice was getting shaky. "Seven!" His ass felt like it was on fire, every hit stinging worse as the red splotching turned to bruising. "Eight!" He yelped, and sighed with relief as Jester tossed the belt to the ground. And without warning, Jester grabbed his ass and slammed the strap on into him as deep as it could go. He screamed something incoherent, his voice hoarse. They started thrusting, their hips slapping into his bruised ass.
"You like it when I hurt you, don't you?" They said, dragging their nails up his thighs.
"Yes, sir!" Owen moaned, the full feeling of the toy inside him was turning his brain to mush.
"When I use you how I please? When I milk you dry?" Jester punctuated every question with a particularly aggressive thrust.
"Y-yes sir!" Owen's knuckles where white around the headboard, his wrists raw from the cuffs.
"You're my perfect little toy, aren't you?" They started to slow their thrusts eventually stopping. Owen whined and shifted is weight back and forth, trying to ride the toy. Jester laughed and gripped his thighs, forcing them still as they pulled out. "Stand." They ordered, and uncuffed him.
He stood, and grabbed them by the waist, shoving them onto the bed. He forced their legs apart and reached to pull off the strap on, but they grabbed his hands and forced them behind his back. "Get on your fucking knees!" They yelled, yanking on his hair. He did, looking up at them. "What the fuck was that? I didn't give you permission to do that!"
"I'm sorry, I just need to be inside you so fucking bad sir, I-" Jester grabbed his face and pushed their thumb into his mouth, prying it open.
"That was a bad fucking idea." They said, and shoved the toy down his throat. His eyes watered as he choked on the toy, every thrust hitting the back of his throat. Jester gripped his hair and forced his head back and forth in time with their thrusts. Owen moaned frantically against the toy, and Jester pulled it out. He desperately gasped for breath, tears running down his cheeks. "So, puppy?" Jester forced him to look at them. "Are you ever going to touch me without permission again?" Owen shook his head frantically.
"No sir, I swear, I-I won't." Jester smiled.
"Good boy." Jester stood in silence for a second, looking down at Owen. they sighed and smiled. "You've earned it, puppy. Get on the bed." He did, scrambling to obey. Jester pulled off the strap on and secured a collar and leash tightly around Owen's neck. They tugged gently as they climbed on the bed, crawling between his legs. They dragged their tongue from the base of his dick to the red, swollen tip.
"Fffuck!" Owen grunted. Jester paused, smiling.
"You alright, puppy?" They asked, gently putting their hand on his thigh.
"I-I'm really sensitive, sir." He said, his voice shaking. Jester smiled and licked him again, this time wrapping their lips around the tip and gently sucking. Owen bucked his hips, desperate for friction. They slid their lips around his cock, moaning when their nose pressed against his stomach. Owen moaned, and Jester started to bob their head up and down, the head of his dick hitting the back of their throat. "Sir, I'm close, I'm so fucking close!" He whined, his toes curling. Jester pulled away, their spit dripping down his cock."Nonono, Sir, please, no don't stop!" Jester smiled and jerked the leash, pulling him close. They bit his lip, just hard enough to draw blood. Owen whined, eyes rolling.
"Don't rush me. I don't care what you want." They said as they gently licked the wound. Still kissing him, they pushed him back against the headboard and crawled on top, on their knees above him. They gently pressed their dripping pussy lips against the tip, teasing him slowly. Every movement they did, they did painfully slow. Jester savored every desperate kiss, every time Owen's hips involuntarily bucked, sliding his dick between their lips. They shivered when it pressed against their clit and moaned against his lips. They were so sensitive, their wet coating the insides of their thighs. "Fffuuuuck." They moaned as they spread their lips and sat on his cock, slowly easing themselves as deep as they could go. They started to speed up, desperate to cum after playing with Owen for so long. Their stomach bulged as their ass slapped against Owen's thighs. Jester leaned back and moaned, pulling on the leash. "Fuck, puppy." They muttered as their head lolled back. "I'm so fucking close." Owen started thrusting his hips against them, the two of them falling into a rhythm.
"S-sir, can I cum?" Owen whimpered. Jester leaned in and kissed him.
"Yes, puppy. Cum for me." Owen's thrusts sped up as they rode him, and Jester's legs started shaking. They let go of the leash and gripped his shoulders, their knuckles white as they dug their nails into his skin. "Ffuck, puppy, I'm gonna cum, fuck fuck fuuUUCK!" They cried, their back arching as their body shook. Owen's hips bucked as he came, their pussy clenching around him, milking him as he desperately thrust his hips.
The two of them leaned against each other, catching their breath. Jester sat up and crawled off him, his cum dripping down their legs as they stood and unbuckled the collar and unlocked the cuffs. Owen fell back against the pillows, his chest heaving.
"You alright baby?" Jester brushed the hair off his forehead. He nodded slowly, smiling.
"Yeah. I'm great." Jester bent down and kissed the bite wound on his lip. Jester got up to grab a washcloth to clean him up, but Owen stopped them. "It's fine, I'm just going to take a shower." He said, smiling. His legs were still shaking a little, but he got up and turned the shower on. Jester stared at the bruises spreading from his ass down the backs of his thighs and the scratches up his hips, the ring of red around his neck and both his wrists. Jester knew he was ok with it, but they always felt terrible about it afterwards. They hugged him from behind, gently muttering against his back.
"I'm sorry, baby." Owen turned and smiled, gently grabbing their chin and forcing them to look up at him.
"It's ok, Jes. You're just gonna have to face the consequences tomorrow night."
