Time for a severe punishment

I took up the knife that fell of his hand and rammed it in the wood of a cabinet, far enough away from him so that he couldn't reach it before Jaz or I did. It was well balanced but simple with thick, fixed blade, about 14 cm long I estimated. In the meantime Fittie wiggled around on the couch so that he could sit somewhat normally and see what was going on. I had no plan but a wild determination and a dominant Lust. I approached Jaz and she seemed to know what was going on inside of me. I took her by the waist and kissed her demandingly. Jaz returned the kiss with as much fervor and immideately unbuttoned my pats. As soon as my cock was free, she sank down to her knees and began sucking me while I reached down to pull her shirt off. She was helpful and removed her jacket, then her shirt and began to impale herself on my stiffening cock just as she had learned to love it. She did a remarkable job, although even Jaz had her difficulties taking me balls deep today. I felt her lithe hands on my ass, pressing me down her throat. I felt the muscles in her throat convulse around my glans and heard her cough. She pulled back and looked at me, „Oh my god, have you grown?” I couldn't answer. It was like I just entered a frenzie, I grabbed her head and thrusted my now fully erect member down her throat. As a reaction, she caughed up a lot of thick and slimy saliva, covering my hole dick in it - exactly what I had hoped for - and I continued to use her throat like that for some more thrusts until I touched her chin with my fingers and lifted her up. Saliva had dripped down her chin and ran down her chest as she smiled at me. She had become such a wonderful blowjob queen, beautiful, eager, demanding, hungry for every last drop of semen she could get.

Then I undid her belt and smirked at her. Of course she didn't understand.

I removed her belt from her trousers and approached Fittie. Forming a loop with the belt and buckle I layed it around Fitties neck, as he looked at me horrified. I tugged at the belt and the loop closed around bis Neck as he tried to get his hands free. I pulled him up on his feet using the leash I had improvised with Jaz's belt. He had no other option than to oblige. "Wh... What a-are y-you g-g-oing..." Speaking was difficult with the belt around his neck but also he was terrified. I could sense his fear but no one really needed psychic powers to be aware of his state of mind. Now I wasn't usually a violent or sadistic person but I felt he deserved no better and to be honest: The prospect of putting him into his place gave me a dominant and sexual high like I never felt before...

"Shhh. Sh. Sh. You have acted very disrespectful towards Jaz. It's high time someone put you in your right place. Turn around, now." He hesitated so I pulled his leash and made it close around his neck. «I like it when they are a little unruly at first. I like it when they finally break, their resistance fully vanquished. Subjugated.» I screeched in his mind. Using this voice inside his mind was enough by now to make him shiver with fear and so he slowly turned around.

"Wh-What... Pl-Please..." I just smiled and noticed Jaz looking at me. Her eyes were wide with disbelief but she smiled and asked me, "shall I get the lube? I'm sure that little prick has some around." By now it must had dawned on Fittie what awaited him. "No. Please, I'll leave her alone, I promise! Just... Don't!" He sounded ****. Afraid. "Oh Fittie, it's too late for that. I tried to make sure you weren't a threat to her, any woman really, but you wouldn't listen. Tell me, did you come since that night?" There was no response from him, just some sad sobbing. I entered his mind which was easy enough by now. I had still excess energy left and he was still somewhat drained. Also his mind was blocked by a deep-seated fear for his sexual identity. His resistance to my questions was like a wall, yet it was already crumbling under the stress this situation was putting him under. Cracks had formed running all over it. Turning it into dust wasn't a real challenge. Forcing him to answer truthfully was something different, but I managed to pull the answers, which he himself feared, out and into the light of his consciousnesses. "Tell me, did you cum, since that night in the parking lot?" "Hn... Hrgn... N-no." He produced an answer probably against his will just as Jaz returned with a bottle of lube from his bedroom. "I bet you tried though." Hes breathing became heavy. "Y-yes..." "How often?" "E-ev-every day. Sev-several times." "And tell me, did you even get hard?" He started panting increasing his resistance. Standing behind him now I layed one hand on his shoulder, letting it slide down to his back and grabbing his shirt, lifting it up. Jaz being a little devil put the loop down at the table next to me and then fetched the knife from the cabinet. She came next to Fittie and looked at him. "Fittie I was going to let it slide that night. But I also have to be honest with you. I cannot imagine anything sexier than seeing my violent asshole of an ex boyfriend being put in his place by a real man." Then she used the knife to cut his shirt off. I have to say, I didn't expect that.

His back was now free and I again placed a hand there. With the skin contact, I increased my hold over him and asked again. "Tell me Fittie, did you even get hard since then?" "N-No" I now pushed his back down, making him bent over. In this position, his hands were still tied behind his back, he couldn't really keep his balance. A gentle prod sufficed to make him stumble and kneel down on his couch with his chest laying on the backrest. "See? I'm really helping you out here. Showing you your place obviously wasn't enough, you need someone to put you there, don't you?" "Please, don..." He suddenly went silent as I pulled his ass cheeks apart, positioning my huge cock, against his hole, smearing it with Jaz's Saliva. She came to help, getting a hold on his ass cheeks for me while I put some lube onto my cock and his ass. Then I positioned the tip of my cock against his sphincter and he whined again. "Nooohooo. Please. I... I g-get it. Please n..." Jaz chuckled in a sweet but very sadistic way and said, "oh Fittie, I thought you always wanted to try anal. And now that you can, you're getting cold feet?" "Jaz, n-no. Not this ..." I cut him off. "Do you know what I like the most, Fittie? Besides putting you into your place? That you will learn to love it. Long for it. Even beg for it. You will see." He shook his head in denial. "Oh you will see."

And with these words I began to **** my way into his body. He wasn't relaxed at all of course and I had to push hard, but slowly his sphincter gave way and my thick and swollen glans spread it apart. He was panting heavily by now, whining and complaining, begging me to stop, but I had no mercy with him. I pushed further and soon I was close to getting my swollen glans all in. With the broadest part of my rock hard member approaching the threshold I said. "Fuck, you're tight, little bitch! But we're almost there." He practically screamed in pain. "Stoohop, pleahese. Ahhnng, it hurts, shhh." Then I pushed a little more and my glans was in. I felt his body close around the intruder and his whining stopped for a moment while he let out an involuntary moan. Perhaps this was my reprogramming him already taking effect? "That's it. Now, are you ready?" I heard him sob again and I saw him shaking his head. "Now the fun part begins. That's where I make you our little sissy bitch." Then I began to push again, pressing every cm of my big engorged cock deeper and deeper into his body. He was whining again but the deeper I got the more his whining changed. When I was halfway in, I noticed him arching his back. "That's it slut", I said and let my right hand wander down his back and along his arched back, bringing the curve to his attention. I also noticed the electric tingle as my energies seemed to condense again without my explicit wish to do so. This time it condensed in my cock and my balls again.

I began to drain Fitties strength through the intense contact my member had with his inside and I entered his mind to take pleasure in watching him fight his conflicting sensations of shame, pain, humiliation and arousal. As I layed my hands on his waist to take him fully, pushing the last cm of my cock into him, he let out a soft, "Aaaah!" Jaz laughed. "See you already like it. He's not fully in yet and you begin to moan, you little sissy " As she mentioned me not being fully in I noticed his surprise and shock. In that very moment I forcefully took him balls-deep."Haaaaanggnnn!" He learnt forward in an attempt to avoid me entering him deeper, but his space was limited and as I entered him, I sensed arousal mixing with the shock and pain. Just a split second later, his arching back pressed his ass against my cock. There was no denying it anymore. He was pushing back against me. He or at least a part of him wanted it. Even though his mind didn't want to, his body was ready. He whined as I pulled out until my glans began spreading his sphincter again. Then I pushed back in. This time he already arched his back and pushed against my cock as it entered enteres his back. A few slow thrusts later, he panted heavily even though Jaz loughed at him. "You filthy slut. You really enjoy it, do you?" He hesitated, then with all his willpower, he replied. "No! Hnngn! I ... Ahmm... I don't!" Then I began to thrust faster and harder. Every thrust of my hips taking him deeper and deeper, making his body shake and moan involuntaryly. Jaz laughed hard. "Then why do you cum so much, bitch?" Fittie couldn't answer. Only incoherent blabbering came out of his mouth while I took him forcefully, the presence of my huge cock forcing his cum out of his body as if I was squeezing the juice out of a lemon. He blushed. I could feel his shame wash over him. Jaz had taken a seat on the backrest of the couch so she could see Fittie and me. She had taken her phone out and obviously began taking pictures of him in this situation which only made his shame burn even hotter. Her trousers were opened and she used her other hand to rub her clit while she humiliated her ex boyfriend with the use of her camera. I saw her showing him a face shot of him his contorted face, while he was being fucked from behind. She giggled and said, "no need to be ashamed, Fittie darling. I too come very hard on his wonderful cock! Don't you like it?" "Ye.. No! AHrgnn." Jaz turned the phone around and it looked like she switched to video mode. "I knew you would like a nice, big and hard Cock in you, Fittie. Say it. Look at me and say, you like being fucked." "Yen.. hgnn!" He was still struggling but I liked Jaz's idea of humiliation. I entered his mind where conflicting feeling were vying for supremacy. He was in such a mess, I did indeed easily find a place in his mind where the possible answers were in a similar struggle. I just turned the odds in my favour and made him sazy the right words. "Yes. Uhmmm, yeas, Jaz! I ahhnng. I lo... love it hnngn!" Jaz chuckled with amusement. While I strengthened my hold over him. "Just imagine, how good it will feel, when he cums in you. All that hot cum, his potent seed flooding your little sissy body. Say it, Fittie. Do you want him to cum in you?" "Yeesnnnghhhhn. I hunnn I wa... I want him to ormmmh to... cum in... me." "Beg for it, you filthy little slut!" "P-Pleaargnnnn.... Hmmm Please! Cum." "Where? Beg like a good little whore!" "In! My! Ass! Huunnn Please! Cumng! In! My! Ass!"

I am not usually into males, no shame in it though, but how Jaz made him beg me to cum, taking a video just to humiliate him... That was kinda hot. He was crushed, absolutely subjugated. And that turned me on. I grabbed his hips, his leash now hanging loose and I thrusted with **** into his sore butt. His body offered no resistance any more at this point, he had given up, mentally and physically. I had drained him, frightened him, I had messed with his mind and his perception. I had entered his home. We had robbed him. I had reprogrammed the way he could experience sexual pleasure. And now he was looking at a camera, held bis his ex girlfriend, begging another man to cum in his ass. But on an **** level that still wasn't enough for me. I wanted to crush him even further, although unconsciously...

I felt the strange energy soaring in my body. I felt all the excess energy I had taken up from Fittie and my own energy condensing in my balls as I was closing in on my own climax. I couldn't stop it or control it. My thrusts were a fast and hard staccato. As I forcefully pushed myself into his sweaty body. He groaned in an indefinable mix of pain and pleasure. His limp dick was still twitching but no cum was left in him. I had **** it all out of him. And then with a last and deep thrust I was over the edge and entered a strange and weirdly dominant orgasmic bliss. Fitties head came up as he gasped in surprise. Even I was shocked. I felt my seed shoot out of me, spurt after spurt. Huge amounts I pumped through my rock hard member and Jaz had his face in close up. "Yeah... He cums a lot, huh Fittie?" She whispered, but there was no response from him, just a slight nod and a very faint "u-hu!" I didn't count the spurts but it felt like it took me a while until my throbbing cock came to rest. With every spurt I was compelled to thrust myself into him accompanied by a moan from Fittie.

When I had come down from my orgasmic high, Jaz was still recording. I pulled my cock out before it was completely flaccid. Funny. When I pulled it out, his sphincter gave almost no resistance and when I was out, Fittie dropped like a wet blanket. He kneeled infront of his couch, his shirt cut. His hands and feet tied. His body used and sore. His face and upper body rested I a puddle of his own, cold cum, he was panting hard and a little bit of my cum drizzled out of his butthole.

Of course the whole thing was messy. I looked as Jaz finished the video with a close up of Fitties panting face lying in a puddle of his own cum. When she stopped the recording, I just said, "I'm gonna need a shower." I was sweaty and of course after this my cock was in dire need of some hot water and some soap. I knew where the bathroom with the shower was and I hurried up. With my own arousal gone, I was eager to leave this place so it took me only a few minutes. When I came back, Fittie was lying on the floor. His hands were on his lower belly, he was still panting, cum smeared and he had a weird expression on his face. His body jerked from time to time and he made inarticulate noises. Jaz had taken a few more pictures. Her shirt and jacket was back on. She had her bag and we were ready to go. "He okay?" I asked. "He's been like that since you left. He'll be fine I think." I made eye contact an entered his mind. He was severely drained, exhausted and his personality seemed crushed. His mind was trying to make sense of what had happened, but I was sure, he would be fine... otherwise. There was something else though, like another presence but more like an imprint, an echo running through him. It felt like me... familiar somehow, but I wasn't actively causing it. I couldn't make sense of it, so I just said, "Yeah, he'll be fine. It will take him a moment to take in and accept, what has happened today." Then we left.