Challenge (MxM) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Twenty Eight- Never

Chapter Twenty Eight-

Dax

"Punishment time?"

"Yes, and I consider what you did to be extremely reckless and dangerous, Noel. All of the people here were your responsibility once they got here. Most of them were drinking, and surely they didn't walk here, so they had to have been driving as well. People could've gotten hurt. Including you."

"I really am sorry, Master. I will never do it again. I'll accept whatever punishment you give me."

"I know you will. I'm going to push you to your absolute limit, you'll need to use your Safeword when you need it."

"Yes, Master." He looks a bit nervous, but I don't really care.

I'm paying close attention to him so that I don't go overboard, but I need him to know that his actions were severe and call for a severe punishment.

I walk to the center of the room and poke at the loose square in the floor. I lift it up and hook the chain to it. Once I'm done, I have Noel kneel in front of it. I chain Noel's wrists behind his back and to the floor so that he can't stand up or move much.

"What are your safewords?"

"Temperance to slow down and Transparency to stop." He tells me, closing his eyes as I put a blindfold on him.

Once he's blindfolded I make my way to the closet to get the machine I got for him. Originally, it was meant for his pleasure, but overstimulation can be a good punishment as well. I carry it back over to him.

"Lift your hips as much as you can."

He obeys, letting me slide the machine under him before grabbing the remote. When he moves his hips back down, he sinks onto the toy and moans softly. "W-What is that?"

"Your punishment. I have a remote that controls how fast it goes. I'll also be putting noise canceling headphones on you."

I take a deep breath and pet his hair. "I know that you like drinking and partying, Noel, but you can't do it so excessively. Too much of any good thing can be bad for you, and I intend for you to learn that."

I put the headphones on him and walk to the bed to sit on it and stare at him for a moment. I wait a while before hearing him speak. "M-Master. I'm a little uncomfortable. Are you going to turn it on?"

I ignore him. Even if I did answer he wouldn't hear me, but after a minute I click the button to turn it on.

He moans as the machine starts to thrust in and out at a slow pace. I can see him already shifting slightly due to the uncomfortable position. There's 10 speeds, so I set it to 4 before taking my phone out to look through emails.

I can't leave him in here or I won't be able to hear him use his safeword, but just because I can't leave doesn't mean that I have to sit around doing nothing.

I respond to a few of them before hearing him whine loudly. "C-Can I c*m, Master? I don't know how much longer I can hold it."

I ignore him again. I won't punish him for cumming but I do want to see him squirm and struggle to keep himself from doing it without permission.

I look over his body, licking my lips at the sight. His hips keep moving slightly due to him trying to keep the toy from thrusting in too deep. The way he moves only succeeds at changing the angle and making him moan louder. I turn the speed up to 6, smirking when I hear a little yelp from him.

"F-f**k! Master, I can't hold it anymore." He shouts.

I go back to looking through my phone while he arches his back and cums on the floor. He pants softly and continues to moan as the machine keeps working.

I open an email from an old friend, expecting a nice greeting, but instead it's asking about a photo op.

On a trip to Wales I met a man named Kiyomi Kaida. He's a dom, and a photographer. He travels and takes sexually explicit photos for doms who want centerpieces in their playrooms. He must've caught wind from Andrew that I have a new sub and I'm serious about him because he's offering to come here to take photos of Noel and I.

I send a quick response, letting him know that I'd think about it, but he should come anyway to ask other doms at the club. I haven't seen him since I was a teenager. He actually did a scene with me way back when, but he's the type of guy that you want to stay in touch with. He's easy to talk to.

"M-Master! I'm close again. H-How many times are you going to make me c*m? I think my arms are cramping a little." Noel complains, making me smirk.

I have plans to keep him there until he really can't take anymore. I'm not fond of pushing subs to their absolute limits, but Noel is important to me. He endangered himself. It's not something little like talking back to me or cursing at someone.

He got wasted at a party with people he didn't know. He could've got drugged and assaulted. He could've made the mistake of driving. He could've got alcohol poisoning. He could've took drugs and overdosed. Anything could happen when you're not coherent enough to make good decisions.

I need to assure that he'll never do that again.

I listen to him shout as he cums again. He's not at his limit yet. I blindly look through my emails, deleting some while responding to others.

The only way to keep Noel from doing dumb things is to make him hate the consequence more than he likes the action. That way, he won't do anything if he knows that the punishment will be this bad.

I turn the speed up a bit and pay no attention to him as he screams and cries, begging me to stop and let him go because now it's starting to hurt.

By the time I finish up my emails, he's c*m about 5 more times. He still hasn't used his safeword. I know he didn't forget it. Even if he had, I told him that he can always just say 'I forgot my safeword' or just 'safeword' if he wants me to stop.

"Master? Are you there? P-Please turn it down or stop? It hurts so bad and I-I can't c*m anymore."

He moans non-stop, and I can see the tears soaking the blindfold and still dripping down his face. He has drool coming from there corner of his mouth as well as sweat covering his body.

I increase the speed on the machine, making him squeal and arch his back again. I can see his body tensing and his c**k pulsing, but nothing comes out. He's all dried up. At this point, I wonder how much more he can take.

Once the machine is up to the fastest level, I see that Noel is having dry orgasms every minute or so. His body is clearly hurting, and he's crying and screaming like he's being tortured by a serial killer.

Noel is amazing in every way, but it is so hard to be his dom. He's too competitive. Everything is a competition to him, including this punishment. He doesn't want to safeword because to him, it's like giving up. He wants me to stop before he taps out because that means that he wins and I lose.

Normally it wouldn't bother me but when it comes to things like this, he needs to respect his limits. Honestly, I expected him to safeword by now, but he doesn't say a word. He just shouts and cries and waits for the torture to be over.

I let him c*m a few more times before sighing and turning everything off. His body is still shaking a bit and his breathing is still much quicker than it should be.

I unhook his handcuffs and lift him into my arms to take him to the bed. I lay him down on it, and he whines at the pressure on his ass.

I take the headphones off before the blindfold. He opens his eyes, letting me see the redness in them as well as the puffiness around them. I hate to admit it, but his eyes look quite beautiful when he's been crying.

His tears start once again as he hiccups softly and tries to speak. "I-I'm so sorry. I w-won't do anything like that again. I promise I won't."

I take his face in my hands and lean down to kiss him gently, petting his hair. "It's okay, Noel. You did so good for me, baby. Was it too much for you?"

"No, I just... I disappointed you and I wanted you to decide when my punishment should end. I'm okay, Master. It was more than I've ever had to handle before, but it wasn't too much for me."

"Good. I'll be right back, baby."

One I get everything cleaned up, I grab muscle relaxing oil and a damp cloth before going back to him. I wipe his body down while leaving soft kisses in him before flipping him onto his stomach to pour oil on his back.

"Noel? Are you okay to talk about something? I need to have a conversation with you."

"Okay, Master." He hums.

I use my hands to spread the oil and gently knead my fingers into his skin, working mostly on the muscles that were sore due to the position.

"An old friend of mine was wondering if we'd be interested in having him take photos of us to put up in our playrooms."

"Like... nudes?"

"Yes. Erotic pictures, but they're tasteful and we could ask him to get an angle where nothing shows. It would only be for our eyes too, so don't worry about that."

"I'm not. Is he a photographer?"

"Yes."

"So he'd make me look really sexy, right?"

"Of course." I lather my fingers in oil once I get to his ass, and kiss both cheeks. "This might hurt a little bit, but it's going to help you heal faster."

"It's okay. And I know I've told you to kiss my ass a few times, but I didn't mean literally."

I laugh softly and spread him a bit before slipping two fingers into him. He whines softly, making me feel a bit guilty. I didn't intend to push him that far, but he did say that he could handle it.

He's pretty swollen and he certainly won't be able to have s*x for a few days which may be more of a punishment for me that him. I press my fingers into him and move them to let them oil coat his walls. Hopefully it will help with the pain and make him less sensitive too.

When I finish up massaging his body, I lay next to him and kiss him gently.

He stares into my eyes and scoots closer to me. "I love you, Dax Whitlock. Even though you avoid having controversial conversations like it's the plague and and even though you always have to plan out every little thing and you never want to talk about anything hypothetical and you think like a rich white guy, I still really really love you."

I laugh softly and peck his forehead before humming softly. "And I love you, Noel Grayson. Even though you think everything is a competition and you never plan out anything and you argue with everyone and you come from a generation of psychos that do nothing but watch YouTube, I still love you."

"Don't ever leave me."

"Never." I assure him. "Don't leave me either."

"Never."