Over The Knee
Chapter 9
5th of April, 6:30 PM
3 Sugar Breed Basement, The Basement
All of Sodom's catamites huddled into their corners when they caught Sodom's antagonistic scowl. His black lips were pulled back over his knife-like teeth and his brown eyes pierced through the boy's mental shields that they had tried to make. Luca and Jewels tugged their blankets up to camouflage themselves (but they knew that the worst that would come to them would be hours of aegis that took the form of cuddles and deliberately un-rushed handjobs.) Where as the otter and Kai were braced for a fight. Kai figured that he would be able to knock Sodom on his back with at least three blows then sprint for the door, he could grab one of the hot pokers if he needed to fight. Nate, however, wouldn't be able to land a single kick.
"I-i,i" Nate raised his forepaws, praying and begging that his death would be swift. Sodom took a few steps towards him and Nate had to clench his eyes shut to stop himself from bawling them out. As he shuffled back against the wall, Sodom hurriedly walked past to attend to the sniffling deer. Chains rattled, muffling Sodom's hushed voice. "How are you feeling?" One forepaw was tasked with unhooking Jewels' chains, the other cradling the back of the deer's small head. Jewels could only whimper as he attempted to snuffle his crying. When the chains and collar that had subdued Jewels clattered against the wall, Jewels mumbled a thank you his tears becoming joyful ones.
"Go have fun, Jewels. Luca will join you in a minute." Sodom ordered. He kissed Jewels forehead and firmly pressed a thumb on to Jewels' nipple as he worshiped the top of the deer's head. When Sodom broke the kissed and stroked the forepaw down to his belly button, Jewels tried to protest. "B-but-" "Jewels. Don't argue with me." Sodom's scowl returned, but only for a second. "I'm sorry, Sir." "It's alright. Feel free to watch TV if you're not in the mood to play with any of the toys. But don't touch any of your rubber;I want to dress you up in it." "Thank you, Sir!" Slowly, Jewels un-curled his fists and shakily got to his hooves with Sodom's help. Twitching as he walked, the deer kept a forepaw on the wall in order to stabilize himself. Everyfur watched as Jewels reached the solitude of the living room.
"Si-" The otter tried to speak. "Quiet, Nathaniel." Sodom snarled, baring his sharp teeth which intimidated Nate into silence again. "My thoughts on what to do with you aren't exactly kind right now and if you provoke me further I'll act every single one of them out." Nate shriveled and flattened down on his bed. He curled up, shut his eyes and hoped that the moment would soon pass.
"Luca?" Sodom cooed softly, the dalmatian was trembling like Nate, but only because he had been crying. "Don't. Punish." Luca croaked and tried to drink some of his water, only to find that it was empty. He nudged the edge of the metal bowl with his nose and made a whimpering noise, something that didn't hurt his broken vocal chords. "I'm not going to punish you." Sodom sighed. "I thought that I told you, I'm not like what I used to be." "Nate." Luca added to the sentence. "Don't punish Nate." He croaked, his throat burning up as he did. Sodom set Luca free from his bondage. "Why not?" Luca repeated his previous fragments and licked Sodom's bare paw. "Be careful, puppy, I don't want you getting a hair ball." Sodom fussed Luca behind the ear causing him to give out a sound that was close to giggling. "Run along then." Luca shook his head to say no, but crawled along the ground like a feral in order to sit next to Nate. The golden spotted dalmatian wriggled against Nate in an attempt to stop his sniffling. "Very well then." Sodom responded and stood up to address his new red panda.
"What happened, Kai?" The ailuridae grumbled something under his breath, but did not disobey. "The otter was cruel to Luca and Jewels, calling them names and shit-" "No foul language, pet." Sodom warned, pressing a finger on Kai's black nose. The red panda scowled, but his teeth weren't exactly designed to do much damage. "Fine. Nate was just being harsh I guess. He made Luca shout and-" Nate's bawling gained more volume and Luca desperately tried to get Nate to quieten down, worried that Sodom wouldn't show mercy when it came to the mustelid's interrogation. "Thank you. We can work on you address me later." Sodom finished and stood up to his full height. "Can I go to sleep now? Mis- Sir." Kai yawned, blushing lightly under his fur. "Of course. I forgot all about the long journey you've had." He ruffled Kai's hair, eliciting a growl from the panda, but Sodom chuckled at him and ignored the threat.
Next he set his eyes on Nate. The otter, knowing full well that Sodom was looking directly at him, dreaded his own existence. "Don't!" Luca croaked and raised himself up onto his knees in his best attempt to act cute in order to draw Sodom's attention away from the precious otter for just a few moments. "Luca. Go upstairs and play with Jewels. He must be lonely." "Nate! No!" Luca chose his word carefully, his voice wouldn't last much longer. Sodom brushed past Luca, only to have his leg grabbed by the desperate dalmatian. He let out a whine and clung on for dear life as Sodom dragged his leg along the floor, bringing Luca with him. "Pet, go upstairs. Now." "No!" "That's an order." Sodom growled. "NO!" Luca screamed at the top of his lungs, in a way that he had thought lost to him. Soon after during the shock he broke out into a coughing fit. Kai twitched in frustration when Luca knocked against Nate's water bowl, causing water to splash over the floor. "Luca, look at what you've done." Sodom stroked the dalmatian's back now that the coughing had calmed down. "There, there pet. Do you want sir to carry you upstairs? I won't punish you." Sodom held out both of his forepaws to help Luca up to a standing position. The dalmatian took his dominant's forepaws. He hung his head and shuffled up the stairs in defeat.
"No, no, no..." Nate had begun to chant under his breath as if doing so would ward off Sodom. "Nate." Sodom took a few steps towards the otter. Nate kicked out with his paws, most collided with nothing, but Nate managed to hit Sodom's shin. It hardly did anything, apart from stoking Sodom's rage. "Nate!" Sodom grabbed Nate's leg, yanked him off of the bed and pressed a paw down onto his ankle to make Nate scream in pain. "Listen, pet. Hit me again and you will be back in prison before you can apologize! So far, you're proving yourself to be a nuisance and I will not stand for it any longer!" Sodom barked. "Now get up off of the ground and take yourself upstairs." Sodom lifted Nate by the arm and forced the blubbering otter to follow in Luca's and Jewels' pawsteps.
He stumbled out into an expertly decorated hallway, every inch of the room was cleaned to an immaculate standard and the ornaments shined as they had been freshly polished. One of the walls was covered in windows that looked out onto a forest. Just in front of the forest there was a rusty swing set, a slide and a dilapidated brick building that now played host to numerous amounts of feral spiders. Along the opposite wall there were several boons of male doberman.
"My family. Or, my ancestors you should say. All of them are dead." Sodom explained, resting a forepaw on Nate's shoulder. Knowing that Sodom had (or once had) family that he might not have killed made Nate feel slightly more comfortable. "Where are the females. Are they not commemorated?" Nate guessed as he was walked forwards across the crimson carpet, Sodom guided him each step of the way.There was a door on the far end of the corridor; the layout was impractical, but useful for displaying rows of portraits or sculptures. "They have statues in the west wing. This is the east wing of my manor. On this side you'll find the more admin side of this house, kitchen, cleaning cupboards and several other things." Sodom chuckled. "You, my pets, will get your own room on the second floor of the west wing in time. I suppose that I should have Kai moved there soon." "Would your daughter and wife be there?" Sodom froze in his tracks. "I didn't kill them." He snarled and walked with more pace.
They came to the door, which opened up into what seemed like another corridor, but this one was much, much shorter. "Go up onto the third floor and find one of the guards. Tell him that you're looking for 'SD 1'" Sodom ordered. "I'll be with you in a few minutes." The doberman left with out another word, going through yet another door to leave the otter in his dust.
Nate considered his options for a second and settled for chasing his master, somehow the psychotic and definitely sadistic dog made Nate feel a little bit safe in his new life; living in a mansion was certainly going to be too big for Nate to comprehend. He opened the door only to find that it was an airing cupboard filled with towels, blankets, pillows, quilts and mattresses, but no Sodom. There was another door on the other side of the room, but when Nate tried to open it he found that it was locked tight. He let out a whine and banged against it in an attempt to draw Sodom's attention, but either the doberman didn't hear or didn't care. Nate turned back and tried to make his way to a staircase.
It took him three attempts before he found the correct door. The first found him back in the ancestor corridor, the second door was locked and third took him to a stair case which lead to an open foyer. There were dark oak floorboards over the floor, but where to walk had been designated by another ruby red carpet. It was fluffier than it's sister, but was much more worn thanks to constant trampling. There was a large chandelier in the center of room providing the light and two smaller versions of it hung above each walk way. On Nate's walkway there was a large landscape portrait of a mountain range made with oil pastels or water paint; Nate couldn't really tell the difference when it came to art styles.
At the bottom of the stairs there were two menacing fursons. Both were armed to the teeth with bulletproof vests, a stab vest underneath, knee pads, elbow pads, helmets, gas masks, assault rifles, handguns packing the strength of a shotgun and knives that could probably cut through steel. The first seemed to be a gray wolf under all of his gear, Nate could just see his green piercing eyes under the mask, not that they made it any less scary. "H-hello?" Nate called out. The second guard, a black stallion raised his rifle and clicked the safety off. Nate scrambled to the ground and started pleading for mercy, his pleas were met with howling laughter.
"FUCK THAT WAS FUNNY!" The wolf roared as the stallion slacked his aim and began climbing the stairs. "Oi! You're Nate aren't you?" The wolf bellowed from the bottom of the stairs. Nate didn't respond, but got to his paws shaking. "Shit, dude did you piss yourself?" The wolf raised an eyebrow when he saw the yellow stains drenching Nate's white fur. "Fuck, dude. You made him wet himself! Sodom's gonna be pissed." The wolf conversed with his companion who was now approaching Nate. "Not if he doesn't find out. I'll take him to a handler, those guys can clean this up."
"I need to go to SD 1!" Nate explained with urgency, hoping to cover up his accident. "Right." The stallion blanked him. He took a strong hold of his arm and forced him to the opposite side of the room. "Shit!" He grimaced in disgust when a caught a whiff of Nate. "Yeah he pissed himself." "Get off!" Nate demanded. The stallion laughed at the small otter who struggled in his grasp. "When you're big enough, otter. I've got a fucking gun, do you really want to fuck with me? Come on." The stallion gave Nate a shove. "Now keep on walking or I'll break your legs and say that you tripped down the stairs." Forcefully, the equine gripped Nate by his hair and dragged him across the landing since shoving wasn't yielding much.
"Get off!" Nate continued to scream, he kicked, twisted and lashed out at the horse, but his aggressor just rolled his eyes at the pathetic attempts. "Go and get a maid to clean his piss up. Or should we make the slut drink it?" "Noooooo!" Nate whined and gave up with his struggling, slumping as he was dragged over the carpet. "Leave me alone." He begged and tried holding onto one of the railings."We're just fucking with you, otter." The stallion laughed, but when his walking was halted by Nate the horse's attitude turned on a dime. He rammed the butt of his rifle into the crook of Nate's arm, making him howl with pain and forcing him to curl up into a ball. "Move it!" The horse snarled and kicked Nate's shins, "We're allowed to beat the shit out of you if we want to." The stallion threatened. It was too painful to stand, but desperation made Nate crawl along the ground like a puppy. He limped, sobbed and occasionally more piss would trickle out of his sheath as he made his away across the landing. Before the incredible amounts of humiliation set in, they reached the door. "Are you done wetting yourself?" The stallion grunted, he nudged Nate with his hoof. "Huh?" Nate nodded. "Good." Slinging his gun over his back, the stallion picked Nate up as if he were a cub and cradled him.
"Eyes up. I'm sure that Sodom doesn't want you to be in here." Nate looked up at the stallion to see that the equine had taken his gas mask off. He had dark chestnut fur and cold, blue eyes. He wore a warm smile, somehow he didn't seem as demonic as he had before. "Where are we?" "West wing, second floor. This entire section is dedicated to you pets and the handlers, not many of them left though. First floor west wing is for the staff, the east wing is storage and third floor belongs to Sodom and his family." The stallion lowered his voice. "Greedy snob. The entire floor is full of sex dungeons and bedrooms." "Where did all the handlers go?" "Left with most of the pets after... Never mind. All you need to know is that a lot of pet players came here to enjoy themselves 24/7. The dominants became handlers, the submissives were mostly pets with a few voluntary slaves here and there. Then a lot of them left, some who were literally owned by Sodom stayed and eventually he sent all of them away to a mental hospital. A few months back a new guy came in, he was a prick. You know the rest. We're here now."
"Hey, guys?" The stallion called to somefur and brought Nate closer to his chest. "Where can I put him down?" "Did you pull that gun trick on him?" Somefur, a female, tutted. "You know that you shouldn't scare Sodom's pets." A forepaw that didn't belong to the equine stroked down Nate's back. "Did he scare you, boy?" Nate shook his head to say no, but the furson wasn't having any of that. To Nate's surprise, the furson was able to take him out of the stallion's arms with ease. "He stinks. What happened to him? Did Sodom run a water sports session or something?" "No. He wet himself when I pulled the gun trick." "Oh he didn't did he?" The female tutted. "Oh well. Poor thing." She muttered as she set Nate down on a comfy bed.
Nate finally opened his eyes to pastel pink walls. He found that he was resting in a single bed with white fluffy pillows, sheets and a duvet that was pulled over his head by somefur. "Close your eyes for a while whilst I go and get everything ready for you." The female who had spoken to the stallion requested. A fluffy, stuffed dog toy with caramel fur was shoved in front of Nate. He flinched at first and looked at the plush in confusion. "I'm not a cub." He hissed. "That's the thing about being Sodom's pet, you get to act like one. Do what you want with the toy, bite it, throw it about, I don't care. We have plenty of them. Just be a good boy and stay in here." The speaker moved away from him and out of the room.
Nate lay in silence, the dog's button eyes taunted his more cubish desires, the stitched mouth calling to him and his feral side. Nate opened his mouth wide and nipped the dog's paw, a part of him expected a yelp, but when none came he dived for the toy, savagely working his anger out by tearing his teeth into the toy.
"Hey!" Somefur complained, although they didn't sound too annoyed. Nate spun around, the toy hanging from his mouth by the ear, to see a skinny cheetah looking at him. He held a syringe. Nate growled and dropped low. "Calm down, it's only a precaution. See?" The cheetah pocketed their syringe and held up gloved forepaws in surrender. The cheetah sat on the bed opposite to Nate, smiling warmly.
"Nate, isn't it?" He asked after a moment of silence. Nate glared at the stranger for a few seconds before he went back to chewing on the toy. "What'cha got there?" The cheetah spoke again, still keeping his ebullient tone. "I'm not really a cub." Nate frowned and spat the toy out, he cradled it to his chest for a minute. "So stop speaking to me like one." "So you don't want a lollipop when we finish cleaning you up?" "What flavor?"
The cadaverous cheetah burst out laughing with his head thrown back. When it died down, he extended his forepaw to Nate. "Naum." "That's a strange flavor." Nate giggled and tried to reach Naum's forepaw, he couldn't reach and gave up after a few seconds. The cheetah rolled his eyes at the joke.
"Enough playing around Naum." The female from earlier re-entered the room carrying a tub of water. "If Nate was out of his cage, it means that Sodom wants him somewhere. Do you want to make the master angry?" "You two are pets as well?" Nate questioned, he turned his head to the female to see a chubby bear dressed in a surgical scrub similar to Naum's. "No." Naum shook his head, but gave his friend a giggling smile. "Ali and I aren't pets." "But you just called Sodom your master!" Nate whined in confusion. "He's our master because he employs us." "Sodom pays us, feeds us and gives a place to stay. In return, we helpers cook and look after his pets." Ali said.
The ursine knelt in front of Nate. "Sit up and open your legs please." Naum whistled when Ali finished speaking. She gave the cheetah a dangerous glare, Naum knew to shut his mouth. When Nate spread his legs, exposing his piss stained crotch Naum gave a little giggle; Ali set about doing her job. She dabbed at Nate's sheath and his inner thighs with her cloth. "Naum, make yourself useful and go and get some underwear for Nate." "Is there anything you want in particular Nate?" Naum probed as he straightened himself up to his full height, an impressive 6 foot. "I-i like tight boxers." Nate commented. "Tail size?" "Medium long." Nate informed. The cheetah sauntered out of the room, heading towards the storage cupboard where they kept everything from underwear to cleaning products.
"Please excuse Naum's... cubish behavior. He used to be one of Sodom's pets before the accident and as you can imagine he still isn't himself." "I don't know what the accident is." "Good. You don't want to know." Ali dunked the cloth into the water again and rubbed it over Nate's balls. The otter whimpered and fought back his sexual desires. Now that they were being touched and fondled, Nate's orbs felt a hundred times heavier. Unbeknownst to him, the mustelid panted as his tongue lolled out over his chin.
"Watch it Ali. It looks like he's about to come." Naum commented with a sly grin as he re-entered the room. Nate blushed and Ali once again rolled her eyes. "Right. I have three pairs of underwear that'll look cute on your butt." With his slender forepaws he held up a pair of trunks that would stretch down to Nate's knees if he wore them, the ugly grey color wasn't a turn on for him either. "No." The next pair weren't any better; a pair of pink, leopard pattern boxers. Naum laughed. "Okay, these I didn't think you'd like, but I just wanted a joke." He dropped them to the floor and help the next pair. One leg was neon green, the other a vibrant yellow; that garish abomination wouldn't ever find it's way onto Nate's body. "That's it?" "The rest don't fit your tail size. Sodom will probably take you underwear shopping if you ask him nicely." Naum shrugged. "Or he'll come and rip as into shreds for not stocking properly." "It's not that, I just forgot to wash them because the fennec ended up using all the rest."
"Can't I just take a larger tail size?" "Not really. The large tails would mean that your entire ass would be exposed, do you want to show your tailhole off to all the horny guards? They work for a paycheck, but Sodom is alright with them punishing pets who try to escape." "So?" "So they'll drag you into the courtyard and make you try to run away. When they catch you, they'll rape the shit out of you and bring you back to Sodom." "Not only that, but they'll get a pay rise and start watching you 24/7. It's an endless cycle until Sodom catches them in the act or throws you out." Ali added. "They sound really corrupt." "Just horny." Ali corrected. "Very horny." "Why?" "That fennec who left? He refused to give us our weekly black sheet party. Sodom adored him and so the fennec got out of everything. All the guards get blue balls, get mad and try to stick their dick wherever they can." "Can't they just masturbate?" "Sodom has rules against masturbation. No coming for anyfur unless it's a session or a black sheet party. He also has cameras everywhere."
"Does he now?" Annoyed, frustrated and feeling betrayed, Sodom marched into the room. The doberman's face was twisted into a snarl, his eyes squinted to glare at the three gossips. Ali shut her mouth and continued to dry Nate's damp fur. Naum however, started blubbering as he attempted to explain himself. "Thank you for telling me about my guard's distorted ways. Any names?" Sodom turned his head to Naum, his forepaws held over the small of his back. "No, Sir." Naum answered Sodom with false courage (on the inside he felt as if his back was about to be crushed by a weight).
"Will you tell me why my pet isn't in sex dungeon one? And why he is fifteen minutes late." Nate was the fur to begin shaking with fear now. "I-i-i" Nate whimpered. "No Nate. There is no need for you to answer the question, you are the hostage in this situation. Naum seems to be in control here, so he can speak up." "One of the guards brought him up here, he'd had an accident on his way there and so we decided to clean him up. We were just picking out a pair of underwear when we got off topic. Nate has something to ask you." "Which is?" Sodom turned his attention to Nate, expecting the otter to speak up about mistreatment and anthro rights. "Can we go underwear shopping?" Nate blurted out, taking Sodom by surprise. "Of course we can." Sodom laughed. "We can pick out whatever you want." He promised. "Alicia, you may stop cleaning my otter now." The bear stepped away from Nate. "Naum, fetch underwear catalogs and a laptop. I want them ready for the morning. Come along Nate."
As if Sodom had a leash around Nate's neck, taking a step towards the door caused Nate to fly onto the tiled floor and skitter to Sodom's heels. "Good boy. I reward such good behavior, but I suppose that your previous debacles weigh up as well. I won't finger you dry as a punishment, but you can still anticipate a spanking that will leave you smarting and limping for a day or two. Understand?" Nate nodded with a pathetic whimper as he arched his back, puffed out his chest and let his tail hang over his hole.
Sodom crouched down next to Nate and from his pocket he pulled something that sparkled like a diamond; knowing Sodom it probably was. "Citrine." Sodom explained. "Valuable, shiny and very beautiful. Your collar is allowed to be stripped from you should you no want to wear it in your free time, but this ankle bracelet isn't allowed to be off of you for too long." Sodom lifted up Nate's right paw and slipped it over onto his ankle. The entire thing was made of carved citrine gems that didn't cut into Nate's flesh, but did give him a slight chill. "What do you think of it?" "It's sparkly." Nate commented, he looked between his legs to see the gems twinkling. "What if I break it?" "I'll buy you a new one. But this is, in a way, your brand. In each gem an 'S' is etched on. Simply show that to anyfur threatening you, if they've any street knowledge they won't harm you." "And if they do?" "Tell me the furson's name and you and I will pay them a long visit." Sodom smiled in a way that both scared and thrilled Nate; he didn't know how to feel about having a possibly psychotic doberman protecting him.
"It is such a long walk though." "Excuse me, sir?" Nate frowned in confusion. "The walk to SD: 1. I don't think that it would be right of me to force you to crawl all the way there. How do you feel about being carried?" "My boyfriend used to carry me around the house when I broke my leg. Sir." Nate commented with a look of melancholy on his face. "If you want, I can arrange for you to be carried everywhere." "No thanks, I'm worried that I'd become too lazy, Sir." "So precious." Sodom hummed as he scooped Nate up in his arms. "But tonight you get to rest and relax. For now at least." Sodom chuckled as he began to saunter down the hallways.
From his vantage point in Sodom's arms, Nate caught sight of the great arches that covered the ceiling and several other ornaments. There was a story behind every painting and every mark, some were funny, some were rather depressing and others were too boring for Nate to listen to. Sodom jiggled Nate about. "I pray that you're not falling asleep down there." Sodom grinned down at his otter. "Because you're about to get a rude awakening." "Is this about what I said to Luca and Jewels? I'm really sorry, sir!" Nate whined and wriggled about in Sodom's arms, his movement was soon stopped when Sodom squeezed him. "Indeed it is." "I didn't know-" "Ignorance is not an excuse. Further more, kindness should have guided you. All of my pets are expected to be sweet to each other and every fur regardless of who they are. Smile, compliment them, call them by a formal title and always get on your knees. Understand?" "Yes." "Yes what? We were doing well with this earlier." "Yes, sir." Nate sighed.
The scenery changed from quaint to modern in the blink of an eye. Garnet and black painted the walls and everything in between them. There was a soft carpet underneath Sodom's paws and the only lighting in the room came from small lamps that sat on tables. "This is a sex dungeon?" The otter would have thought that there would be more chains, racks and sex machines, but the only thing moderately threatening was a leather coach "More of a chamber than a dungeon, but I can assure you that I have enough equipment in this room to make my boys beg for mercy and orgasm should I please it. This is one of the lighter ones, when you look past the color, I have plenty more full of all kinds of kinky things: chains, racks, torture machines, automated dildos and milking machines. I use this room for, well, why spoil the surprise?"
Sodom sat down on the sofa and lounged, his head thrown back and his arms spread. "Search the room for my spanking tools. My forepaws are strong, but there are others things that sting more." "Yes, sir." Nate dug into every cupboard and looked under every piece of furniture, he found some very wicked looking tools. He found different sized paddles, tawses, straps (each one made him writh) and finally a wiffle gag. Each one he brought to Sodom at first with his forepaws, but soon he picked one up in his mouth and turned to Sodom. "Good boy! Bring it here." Sodom slapped his knees, the otter came running to him and dropped the thick black paddles that had several circular holes in it. "This'll leave patterns on your ass." Sodom claimed as he raised it above his head. "Beautiful, painful splotches that'll teach you not to be a bad boy."
Nate looked at the wall behind the sofa and let out a mighty bleat, his body shrunk in. There was a cane suspended on the wall, below it a riding crop and on either side an arrangement of floggers or whips. "My collection. All of them are rare tools, some are specially designed just for me. We can go through all of them if I want, I can assure you that all them leave distinct feelings of pain. For example, the cane? Many ex-school boys will tell you that a cane is the worst thing to be whipped with, but it is not. That whip, the far one, has been rated as an eleven by many of my pets. The sound makes everything worse, for the submissive at least." Nate shuddered again. "What are you going to hit me with sir?" "Hit? No, I'm going to spank. There is a reason behind the pain you'll be feeling, it's not some amusement for me or a simple past time. What happens is necessary for you and your training." "What are you going to use on me, sir?" "We'll start small. Strap first and we'll work our way up the buttocks. Now lay down over me, you can have a pillow to bite if you are desperate." Sodom promised him.
Nate spread himself over Sodom's legs with his sheath rubbing on Sodom's trousers. "I've never been spanked with a paddle before." "There's nothing that you need to do, but make as many noises as you please." Sodom's forepaws wandered over Nate's thighs, exploring the otter's body, especially the buttocks that Sodom was about to leave burning. "Okay, sir. I'm ready now." Nate buried his head into a pillow and squeezed it with his forepaws. "Perfect."
Sodom brought the plastic paddle down in one fell swoop, it struck Nate's butt and made them jiggle in one strike. "AHHHH!" He screamed as pain coursed through his entire body, focusing on his buttocks. "FUCK!" He continued as more and mores spread over his ass. He kicked his legs behind him as he did his best to endure the pain. "Be quiet. I appreciate whimpers or screams, but cussing is not attractive." Sodom said. "Cease or the pain will continue." SMACK! Nate bit his lower lip until he drew blood. Tears welted in his eyes as he felt his ass bruising, what kept him going was the feeling of Sodom's erection rubbing him through the doberman's trousers.
"D-do-do you enjoy this?" Nate asked. "Sir?" "I love this." Sodom stressed sending more chills down Nate's spine. "The squirming, the begging, Mhh, Nothing is more arousing than spanking a boy until he faints. But I need you to listen to me. Mouth open wide now, I need to gag you. You'll be able to breathe through this." Sodom pushed a wiffle gag into Nate's mouth and tightened it at the back of his head. "Don't worry, should your chin become too damp I'll wipe away the mess." Sodom gave Nate another, hard spank, but this time Nate's screams were muffled. "Perfect." Sodom rumbled yet again.
Nate could scream as much as he liked, Sodom wasn't going to be easy on him. Like a mechanism oscillating back and forth, Sodom swung the paddle back and forth with a speed that didn't give time to recuperate. Nate's throat began to feel dry as he screamed into his wiffle gag, his eyes flowed with tears and his body twitched with each spank.. Rage, humiliation and sadness flowed through him, he wanted to strangle Sodom, but he doubted that he could win in a fight with the big doberman. Suddenly, the spanking stopped and the gag was removed.
"How are we feeling?" Sodom worried, he tossed the gag aside, but kept the paddle close to Nate's ass. Between his sobbing, Nate managed: "It hurts, Sir." "I know that it does, but this'll happen every time you're naughty." Sodom warned. "So don't break the rules." "But I don't even know what the rules are, Sir!" Nate shouted at Sodom. "You're punishing me when it's not even-" Sodom put a finger in Nate's mouth to shut him up. "Which is why I brought you here. I'm going to tell you what's right and wrong." Sodom reached over to a cupboard and pulled out some lotion. He lathered it over his forepaws and began rubbing Nate's bruised ass.
"Rule number one, no orgasms until I say so. It may sound harsh, but you'll have such a high when you're finally allowed to orgasm. Number two, no violence. Play fighting is alright, such as biting and scratching, but no kicking, punching or throwing things. Three, always address me as sir unless I say otherwise. Finally, always tell me when you're uncomfortable, in too much pain or don't want to continue. When you can't speak, lots of kicking and screaming into your gag will do, but when you can speak use your safe word. Which is?" "Clams." Nate chirped now that his crying had died down, the lotion seemed to be helping a lot. "Clams." He repeated. "I'll do my best to remember that." Sodom promised and kissed Nate's back. "You can relax now."
Nate slumped his posture instantly, his entire frail body collapsing onto Sodom's. The doberman chuckled. "I was going to make you do a test of endurance." Sodom commented. "No I'm too tired, Sir. I feel weak." Nate's voice trembled as he spoke, his entire body was straining. "Which is why you're getting out of it. You'll be alright once you've had a good night's sleep. Let me take you to your room."
Nate felt weightless as he was carried through the halls once again, he didn't care where he was going and he didn't bother to look at the ornaments. Sodom stroked Nate as they walked and spoke to him with a soothing voice. "Don't fall asleep just yet, pet." Sodom said as he laid the otter down on a bed. The sheets were satin and the curtains were made of a thicker material, but shadows could still be seen through them. Nate noticed that everything in the room was an off white, the atmosphere made him feel as if he'd died and gone to heaven. "This room is yours now, we can decorate it with whatever you want when you're well rested." Sodom promised. "Do you want me to put your bondage on?" "No, No I don't, Sir." Nate responded, muttering his words as the satin sheets lulled him into sleep. A fluffy pillow was pushed under Nate's head. "It's supposed to be warm tonight, but I want you to have this nearby in case you get cold." Sodom placed a blanket at the foot of Nate's bed. "When did you get that?" "My, my, you really are exhausted. Naum gave that to me whilst I carried you here." "Oh." Nate would have giggled if he had the energy. "Thank you, Sir."
"It's my pleasure, Nate. Sweet dreams." Sodom hummed his favorite melody as he drew Nate's bed curtains and left him to sleep.
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