īŧ sasuke struggles, twisting his hips in an attempt to escape that feels more animal instinct than deliberate action — and so he doesn't hurt himself in the fall, cy pulls the crop free from his body, letting it drop on the floor before he loosens his grip on sasuke and then bodily shoves him off. if his foot happens to break enough of the fall to safeguard sasuke's balls from an impact on the floor, it at least appears more incidental than not.
cy stands up, shoving the chair back with the motion, and then he stoops to grab sasuke by the hair to bodily force him onto his stomach, pinning him with a foot against the small of his back. he does relinquish the oxygen, letting him breathe again, though not deeply with the press of his weight against his back. īŧ
You know, if you can't take your punishment like a man, maybe it's time to talk about the next thing I have planned for you.
īŧ he studies the rack of toys briefly, and then calls to hand a birch cane. slender and flexible, the sort that will sting and raise welts against skin, and then he brings it down — hard — against sasuke's thighs, narrowly missing the humbler where it's painfully indented against his skin. the rod makes a whistle in the air and a sharp crack on impact. īŧ
You move again, the next one's hitting your balls. Do I make myself clear?
īŧ there's a nod as sasuke drags air frantically into his lungs, and cy eases off his foot and instead circles around, sitting at sasuke's feet before he grabs him by the ankles and forcibly hauls him backwards, knowing that the drag of his cock against the plush rug is still going to be uncomfortable to bear. he arranges sasuke's across his splayed thighs, which forces his apart as well, and so that he can't squirm or fight again, he also hooks his right leg over sasuke's back, pressing his torso flat to the rug while also trapping his arm.
the birch rod makes whisper-light contact with his balls, teasing them with the promise of torment and cy turns it into a little pat before the next blow falls, striking sasuke vertically along the cleft of his ass. īŧ
— Anyway, back to my point. That parlour trick isn't the only one I've got up my sleeve. Once I've had my fill of you like this, you can say goodbye to your cock and balls. īŧ left-handed, he reaches to give sasuke's cock a stroke, and then there's another little slap to his tormented balls. īŧ Now the only question is whether or not I should let you come one more time before I make you a woman. What do you think, Uchiha?
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Date: 2024-07-06 09:09 pm (UTC)cy stands up, shoving the chair back with the motion, and then he stoops to grab sasuke by the hair to bodily force him onto his stomach, pinning him with a foot against the small of his back. he does relinquish the oxygen, letting him breathe again, though not deeply with the press of his weight against his back. īŧ
You know, if you can't take your punishment like a man, maybe it's time to talk about the next thing I have planned for you.
īŧ he studies the rack of toys briefly, and then calls to hand a birch cane. slender and flexible, the sort that will sting and raise welts against skin, and then he brings it down — hard — against sasuke's thighs, narrowly missing the humbler where it's painfully indented against his skin. the rod makes a whistle in the air and a sharp crack on impact. īŧ
You move again, the next one's hitting your balls. Do I make myself clear?
īŧ there's a nod as sasuke drags air frantically into his lungs, and cy eases off his foot and instead circles around, sitting at sasuke's feet before he grabs him by the ankles and forcibly hauls him backwards, knowing that the drag of his cock against the plush rug is still going to be uncomfortable to bear. he arranges sasuke's across his splayed thighs, which forces his apart as well, and so that he can't squirm or fight again, he also hooks his right leg over sasuke's back, pressing his torso flat to the rug while also trapping his arm.
the birch rod makes whisper-light contact with his balls, teasing them with the promise of torment and cy turns it into a little pat before the next blow falls, striking sasuke vertically along the cleft of his ass. īŧ
— Anyway, back to my point. That parlour trick isn't the only one I've got up my sleeve. Once I've had my fill of you like this, you can say goodbye to your cock and balls. īŧ left-handed, he reaches to give sasuke's cock a stroke, and then there's another little slap to his tormented balls. īŧ Now the only question is whether or not I should let you come one more time before I make you a woman. What do you think, Uchiha?