Harley had removed his shoes and socks. She gave his feet a little tickle, saying, "Sweaty feety. My pretty boy's gonna need a bath."
Using the little energy he had, with his foot no longer weighed down by a shoe, he shot a foot out towards her. Even if he didn't kick her, it'd establish at least a little power on his end.
"No, no." She picked up the newspaper, rolled it super tight, and gave his hip a swat. "We don't do that."
It was so satisfying to make her unsatisfied. Barry couldn't help but smile and kick again.
Harley gasped in comic disbelief. "Oh, you naughty, naughty boy." She blindly swat at his balls.
He flinched. Her playing with his balls had felt great. He didn't expect soft paper hitting his balls to hurt so much. The ends of the roll snagged the skin and hair, like a million tiny paper cuts. One swat sent his balls smacking against his leg.
Her bare hand ran down his butt. It gave each butt cheek a hard smack.
Babycakes arched, trying to resist. Being on all fours with mittens that constricted his hands and wrists, his only option was to squirm with his red ass propped in the air. Squirming only stretched his skin, making each hit sting even worse.
She alternated between each cheek, occasionally hitting the center. His cheeks jiggled like nice pink hams. He would groan or wince when she spanked his sit spot, where the toasty skin was stretched the most.
A tear dribbled down his cheek. Another splatted on the floor. Not only was it painful, it was humiliating. His cock had no choice but to swell and throb. His feet, and whole bottom half, were exposed to a person he could not hate any more. With a random serum pumped in his blood, his hands going numb, and a big leather collar buckled at his throat. Albeit being a grown man, he had to kneel there and take a spanking. Speaking, or even moving at this point, would probably be seen as a threat to her dominance. If she was crazy enough to slap a grown man's butt, he's lucky it's all that was happening.
Harley leaned forward to wrap her arm around him. A perfect red target, with the blood flowing to the nerves. She groped his cheek and started rapidly shaking.
Vibration shot up his crack. His asshole twinged as the vibration only got stronger and faster. A moan broke through his silent sobs. At one point, it became so strong that he could feel a slight beating in his prostate.
She stopped.
Barry couldn't believe it, but he wanted to beg for more. It felt amazing. No... he would not give her the satisfaction or consent to continue molesting. He wouldn't play the game.
Her finger traced the floor and the top of his cock, collecting precum to slather over his asshole. It wouldn't make a butt plug comfortable but it'd be just enough lube to get it in.
His butthole clenched at the lukewarm, slimy touch. It made his eyes grow large and his chin drop, a little distraught. He choked, "W-what are you doing?"
She completely ignored him. Reaching up into her skirt, past her panties. There was no reason to answer to him.
Closing his eyes, Barry stammered. "M...M...Mo-Momma."
She acknowledged him with a hum.
"What are you doing, M-Mommy?"
"I'm gettin' my pet's..." She slowly pried at her asshole. "...favorite toy."
His eyes shot open, wider than his gaping mouth. He knew what it was. He simply didn't know what he'd see if he was to look over, and he didn't want to know.
Out of her asshole, she pulled a toy with a flat and wide base. A butt plug. A very long one, measuring at least eight inches from the base to the dull pointed tip. Ribbed and all, the silicone and rubber was misleading as to how stiff it would actually feel in his rectum.
She sighed. As much as she wanted to force it into his ass, she'd miss the way it would dance against her g-spot whenever she moved. But he'd need the pleasure more, considering it would be his only entertainment.
Harley slathered it inside the crotch of her panties. She moaned, schlicking it between her wet pussy lips and getting it ready.
His asshole tightened. Even though he knew that this was going to happen anyway, and resisting would make it painful. Barry clasped his paws to the floor to try to take weight off his knees and lower body
Suddenly she started driving the tip into his ass. Not like a screw, but more like the screwdriver. He thought the tip was huge and rough - until he realized that it just got wider and wider. His rectum created a suction and he felt himself being filled up by air and a large ribbed cock.
Barry's teeth grinded. A groan in his throat begged for mercy. Even an ounce would do.
"C'mon!" Harley rotated it a little, pushing even harder. "Get in there! Take it, pet! Take it for Mommy!"
There was no room for it. It was nestled in at his sphincter, with three inches protruding from his hole. His hole was clenching to refuse, and it burned from getting stretched out so far. He's never had anything in his ass before, and it definitely didn't want this cock plug.
He could barely feel her spank his butt cheek. His rectum was tight, ready to attempt pooping the plug out.
She just kept turning and ramming it. Sooner or later his hole would get tired and he'd have to enjoy his butt plug. Fuck, it literally made her squirt to know he was an ass virgin.
He moaned. It sounded more like a whimper.
A huge sweat broke on his back. An aching ate through his bones and he couldn't hold himself in an arch anymore. His body slumped onto his weak limbs. He had no choice but to succumb to this.
The remaining three inches slid in.
He bit his lips. His nipples poked at his shirt, as did a million goosebumps. Blood boiled up in his cock, and they both knew it wasn't due to the cock ring.
Wiggling the base, she asked him how it felt. "Nice and tight, huh?"
An almost silent "fuck" brushed from his lips. It was incredibly tight and painful, however his sensitive tissue hugged the ribbing. It was sadistically orgasmic. When she wiggled it hard enough, it flicked and grinded against his prostate.
She cooed, "Goooood boooyyy..."
Brief but heavy twinges shot up his cock, his torso, even his brains.
His head fell. This wasn't... This shouldn't have been happening. He couldn't believe he was enjoying it. He was giving her the satisfaction, as well as taking satisfaction from her.
Her nails reached below his ears to pet him. "Hmm, good booyy..."
He sighed.
"But we ain't quite finished."
His imagination was empty. At this point, he could not feel any more degraded or humiliated. What was left to do?
Harley rose to her feet. She bent to pat down harshly on his head and scruff his ears. "You stay right here, babes."
He sighed again. Being fatigued and crippled, it was no use trying to disobey. He watched her boots clack over to a counter, where she'd snap open a shiny tin box. Quite a lot of stuff was scampered around in it as she pulled out a long fuzzy strip. It matched his ears and mitts, and had a clip on the end. A tail. His tail.
Barry knew he'd be required to prop his butt up. It couldn't get much worse, but it wasn't going to get any better, so he arched downward.
"Good boy!" She gave his butt a sweet petting, before going to clip the tail onto the plug. Clasping her hands together, batting her eyes, she crooned, "Perfect."
The long tail weighted the plug down. So it'd always be a tad tighter, slightly pressing upward. The ribbing massaging the - stretched and flat - walls of his rectum.
Something cold and blunt brushed up his tailbone. A loud ripping began, right before a wave of cool air shot up his back. He felt one of his favorite shirts being turned into trash as slices of fabric hit the floor.
Before he could come to terms with being fully nude, with his hard cock and nipples and ass out, Harley grabbed his collar. She turned his head towards a corner, where a large dog cage sat.
"Look, puddin' - there's your kennel!" Her voice was mockingly excited. If she expected him to be eager, she was terribly wrong.
Harley gave his collar a tug. He whipped his head back, protesting her to let go.
She pulled it an inch from his neck, then snapped it back. His wincing was audible over the beautiful jingling.
Now behind him, she was wielding the rolled newspaper. Prodding his butt, she ordered him to go get his kennel.
The way his butt cheeks juggled when he crawled made his tail sway back and forth. It got a giggle from his mommy.
He stopped after a few steps. In the mittens, his fingers and thumbs felt restricted, and his hands were merely two appendages for "standing" and "walking". The only thing that kept him from being butt-naked was, ironically, the butt plug. The fuzzy tail dashing along his ass crack and bare leg skin wasn't something he'd get used to.