One Shots (MxM)

Fizzle’s punishment

Note: Read chapter 26 of Challenge before this chapter

TW: This chapter contains graphic sadomasochism and blood play.

Fiz's punishment-

Andrew

"Let me get this straight, I had to get a call from my friend telling me that my slave was drinking at a party with an underage friend. Not only that, but you threw the party at his house, and you knew that and didn't think to call me?"

Fizzle shifts slightly and "Y-Yes, Master. Well, I didn't really throw the party, but-"

"Don't give me excuses." I snap at him, making him stay silent.

I know he didn't throw the party, and I know he didn't know what he was getting himself into when he went with Elliot, but he gives me updates of what he's doing every 30 minutes to an hour, and never once thought to ask if he could drink or mentioned that the party was at Dax's penthouse.

I'm not mad. I make it a priority not to punish a sub when I'm mad because I know how badly I'll want to go overboard.

I sigh and go to our punishment wall. There's torture devices that I use to please him on the other three walls, but this one is only for punishments. He hates these.

I grab an iron gag with a spike on it and a c**k ring with screws in it before moving to a different wall to grab a whip that usually breaks skin along with a red ball.

I drop everything on the bed and look down at him, raising a brow when I see his c**k getting hard. I smirk.

"You're gonna regret getting hard for me, Soda Pop. I know how much you love the screws, but you're not cumming tonight."

I reach above us to adjust the chain to be a bit higher from the ground before gesturing for Fizzle to stand. "Stand up."

Fiz shoots to his feet and patiently waits for my next command.

"Hands above your head."

He obeys again, and I handcuff his wrists, stepping back to make sure he's in the position I want. The heels of his feet can't touch the ground. Perfect.

"You won't be able to speak so I need your verbal consent to your punishment now, Fizzle."

He pouts when I use his given name, knowing that I only do that when he's in trouble.

"I consent to whatever punishment you see fit for me within the limits I've made for today." He tells me.

Fiz and I have a list of toys and torture devices that we have. Every morning he fills it out, telling me what things he's not feeling up for. Since he barely has any hard limits, sometimes what he's willing to do will fluctuate. Like today, he decided that he doesn't want me to use a knife on him.

"Good boy. Now open up." I grab the gag and push it past his lips when he opens his mouth, wincing as the slight point digs into his tongue. I clasp the gag in the back and smile at how perfectly it fits him.

"As much as I love to hear you scream and beg, I wouldn't advise it. The more you try to talk, the more that spike digs into your tongue."

Fizzle pants softly, and I can tell that he's already uncomfortable standing on the balls of his feet.

I undo the screws in the c**k ring before slipping it onto his growing length. I put the screws back in, making it so that it just barely pokes at the skin on his c**k.

"Now you're all ready for me like a nice little present." I hum, grabbing his chin to look into his eyes.

The fear swirling in his dark green eyes sends a strange thrill shooting through me. I can feel my c**k getting hard just by looking at him.

I know I'm f****d up for enjoying this stuff. I'm barely one step away from a serial killer, but even if I like torturing sexy little twinks, I still have boundaries. I'd never harm someone without consent. It's not a turn on to force someone to do something they don't want to.

That's also why I don't take well to brats. I don't want to force my slave into submission. I don't even want the illusion of forcing them into submission. That's why r**e play is a limit of mine. I want the satisfaction of having them beg me to use them for my pleasure. I want them to submit to me because it's what they really want. That's why I like Fizzle.

I take the red ball and place it in his hand. "Drop it if you need to safeword."

Fizzle nods, wincing when the metal gag digs into his tongue more. I smirk when I see the tears already building up in his eyes. I bet it feels amazing and I've hardly started.

This type of punishment is perfect for him. Pain is hardly a negative thing for Fizzle. He loves being tortured, but it's the endless cycle that he hates.

The c**k ring is the worst. The more pain he feels, the more turned on he gets. The screws digging into his skin only make his c**k harder which pushes them deeper and deeper until he can hardly bear it.

The gag is just a fun touch for me. The first time I tortured him at my penthouse, I got quite a few complaints and the cops called on me because he was screaming so loud. I love his screams of agony, but sometimes I just wish he'd shut up.

I take the whip and circle around Fizzle a few times like a lion around it's prey. There's nothing sexier than having a sub bound and completely helpless and at my mercy.

I stop behind him and wait for a moment, making sure that he's scared enough before finally drawing my arm back and swinging the whip, making sure I aim for an area that won't cause too much damage.

I smile at the way the angry red line shows up instantly on his pale skin. I've always preferred subs that are lighter. I like to see the damage I do. Yet another reason that this little slave is perfect for me.

"You embarrassed me, you know? I brag about having a perfect submissive all the time and having my best friend find you drunk at a party was a huge blow to my ego." I inform him, swinging again, harder this time.

I hear him try to speak, but I just hit him again.

"Shut up. You're gagged for a reason, you little slut." His body jolts when I hit him again.

I hear a soft moan followed by a little whimper. I can tell that his body is hurting. He's trying to put more pressure on his heels, but when he does, the cuffs dig into his wrists.

I hit him a few more times before walking around to the front of him, tears are freely streaming down his face as saliva drips down his chin. His c**k is still hard as well, and I can tell that a little more pain will cause him to get hard enough for the screws to break his skin.

I trail my hand down his chest and pinch his n****e. "You're a bit bare here, aren't you. Let me fix that for you."

I walk to the dressser to get electric n****e clamps for him, making sure to grab the remote and turn them on.

I make my way back to Fizzle and lean in to kiss a tear from his cheek. I put the n****e clamps on him before laughing a bit. "You look so adorably pathetic. You can take a little bit of pain can't you? If I had it my way, I'd put jumper cables on your n*****s and shock you with 40 volts instead of 8."

Fizzle pants in anticipation and gives me his best puppy dog eyes, but I'm sure he knows by now that it only turns me on when he looks this desperate.

"I keep forgetting that this is a punishment and I shouldn't be going easy on you."

I turn the strength up to the highest setting and push the button, hearing his scream even through the gag. When I release it, Fizzle pants more, his chest rising and falling as his n*****s turn a bit more red than normal. His tears stream down more, dropping on the floor.

When I look over him, I notice how sexy the blood is. The cuffs dug into his wrists enough for a few drops to trickle down. The whip broke his skin making his back bleed as well. There's blood mixing with the drool coming from the corner of his mouth hinting that the gag probably cut his tongue, and the screws finally dug deep enough into his c**k to make it start bleeding. My eyes watch the blood trailing down the inside of his thighs.

"You're so f*****g sexy right now, Soda Pop. I'd f**k you, but I know you'd enjoy it too much."

I walk back around and hold the whip in one hand with the remote in the other. I hold the button down to shock him, hearing a loud scream before letting go, only to swing the whip a second later, hitting him hard enough to draw more blood.

I glance up to see him still holding the ball tightly like he's afraid to drop it and end this. I know his body can't handle much more, so I put the whip down and walk to the corner of the room, sitting on the chair there to watch him.

He looks over at me, tilting his head as if he doesn't know why I stopped.

This is the only disconnect that Fizzle and I have. I push his limits because that's what gives me so much pleasure. I know how much he can take, and I know how far I can push, but Fizzle is constantly pushing himself as well which annoys me. He has this idea that he can take more than what I know he can.

Even now I can tell that he wants to argue and tell me that he can handle more, but due to the gag he can't.

"I know that you're a cocky little s**t that thinks he can handle more than what I'm giving you, but I know your body Fizzle. I'll push you as far as I please and you'll be happy with it, got it?"

Fizzle nods, making me smile and lean forward to put my elbows on my knees before pushing the button again.

I watch closely as his body tenses and jolts as he shouts again. A few moans slip out too, but when I let go, he slumps a bit, causing the ball to drop out of his hand. His eyes widen as he looks up at me.

He didn't mean to drop it, but limits aren't always a conscious thought. His body can't take anymore. I walk towards him and loosen the chains so that he falls into my arms. I scoop him up and lay him on the bed, taking his gag off first.

He instantly swallows the blood and saliva in his mouth before rushing to explain himself. "I didn't mean to drop it, Master. You can keep going."

"It's alright, baby. You did great, and we're all finished now."

I kiss his forehead while unscrewing the c**k ring in order to take it off. Once he's free of all torture devices, I take him to the bathroom.

"I'm sorry about the party, Master. I should've told you what was going on."

"Yes, you shouldve, but I've explained to you before why I punish you when you're bad. Do you remember?" I ask while running a warm shower.

"You punish me when I break a rule so that we can both move on from it."

"Exactly. You broke a rule, I punished you, and now I'm over it. You should be too. You're back to being my good little slave, right?"

"Yes, Master." He answers, climbing into the shower when I tell him to.

I strip my clothes off and climb in with him, making sure to wash the blood off of him before running my bare hands all over him.

"Would you like me to satisfy you, Master? You're hard." He informs me, glancing down at my c**k.

I shrug and nod, watching as he turns around and bends over slightly, positioning himself so that when he moves back, I'm sinking into him.

He repeats his motions a few times, using his body to please me. I reach my hand out to push him against the wall before grabbing his hips and continuing to f**k him gently. If I get too rough then he'll enjoy it, and I didn't intend for him to c*m at all tonight.

After a while longer, I release inside of him with a soft groan, pulling out afterward. "Clean yourself up. I'll get disinfectant for your wounds."

"Yes, Master."

I climb out and dry myself off before getting a towel for him. I search through a few cabinets before finding rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and bandages. Fizzle steps out of the shower and dries himself, being careful around his sore areas.

"Come."

When he walks to me, I put my hands on his hips to lift him onto the sink. Once he's sitting on the counter, I cover a cotton ball with alcohol and start to dab it in the cuts around the base of his c**k.

"You forgot a rule, baby." I tell him, making him tilt his head for a moment. I can practically see the gears turning in his head but after a moment he nods.

"Thank you for punishing me Master." He tells me, and I smile. Making him thank me for giving him any kind of attention fuels my ego so much that it's hard to contain.

I clean the cuts on his wrists from the cuffs before wrapping bandages around each wrist. After that, I turn him around in order to clean the lashes on his back. They look vicious and painful,but knowing Fizzle, he probably hardly feels it at all.

He won't need stitches though which is good because I hate calling other doms to take care of my slave. August is the only doctor I know that doesn't question why Soda Pop is injured so when I go too far, I always have to call him to take care of Fiz.

I like to torture Fizzle, but I also thoroughly enjoy taking care of his body afterwards. When he's all cleaned up, I take him back to the bed and lay him on it before climbing in with him to pull him up against my chest, knowing how much he enjoys that. I lean down to press my lips to his forehead while holding him close.

No sub has ever gotten this much kindness from me. No other sub sees me this way. To them I'm a playful dom who f***s around with anyone for my own satisfaction. To Fizzle, I'm his sweet and loving Master who pleasures him and ways he could only wish for with other doms.

I look down to make sure he's sleeping before holding him tighter. "I think I'm really falling in love with you, Soda pop."