Make Me [Man x Boy] (Prologue)

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WARNING. THIS STORY DOES CONTAIN SEXUAL MATERIAL. IT IS FOCUSED ON A DOMINANT AND SUBMISSIVE RELATIONSHIP, AND THERE WILL BE TORTURE AND ABUSE. PLEASE DON'T READ IF THE MATTER MAY BE OFFENSIVE OR CAUSE DISCOMFORT TO THE READER. 

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Prologue

 

God it hurt so bad.

 

My back was burning in pain, and I could still feel every part of where the whip had just came down on my skin. From what I could tell though, none of the skin was broken, but God I wish it were.

Funny that I wished for that, especially since I was choking on sobs and tears were falling down my face. The blindfold wasn't tight enough, and I tried to tell him that at first, but he whipped me into nothing but a crying child. I even tried to beg him to stop, but when it was evident that my muffled pleas couldn't be heard, or rather probably ignored, I gave up, and let him lash me until he had deemed it to be enough.

Maybe he left the blindfold loose on purpose just so he could see the tears down my face.

There was nothing but silence coming from him, yet I couldn't help but be noisy. I was always noisy after all, but I think the truth was that he didn't mind it. I think he wanted me to be annoying and obnoxious, just so he would have an excuse to punish me. But back to the matter at hand; he was being quiet, to the point I actually had no idea where he was, or if he was even in the room still. I sniffled and bawled to myself, still feeling the sting in my backside though I still wished he would have made me bleed.

 

The fingers against my cheek made me jump; not expecting him to still be there. I thought I was alone by this point, and I felt like an idiot from being startled so easily.

But he wasn't trying to comfort me; no, that wouldn't happen just yet.

He never comforted me until after I submitted.

The reason for his hand being so close wasn't because he meant to touch me; that had probably been an accident. I knew the real reason and in seconds it was confirmed as the ball gag was untied from my mouth. I could feel the saliva connecting my mouth to it and as much as I wanted to close my mouth, I couldn't stop panting.

God, I must look ridiculous to him.

I didn't dare to speak, because I knew when he wanted me to he would ask. Speaking now would only result in an even worse beating, and.... But wasn't that what I wanted?

 

"Have you learned your lesson?" He finally asked, his tone perfectly calm.

I couldn't help myself as I shivered beneath him, tugging gently on the binds that kept my hands and feet to the floor. I couldn't move anymore than I could before this all started, and so I was left kneeling before him still as I could hear that's where his voice was coming from. My arms were spread to their complete length on either side of me, spreading my back and chest out to him. My ankles were tied together as well, though I found this to be unnecessary, but I supposed he did this just to make me feel more weak and helpless than I already did.

I licked my lips, trying to wet them since they were becoming dry, while my mouth finally fell shut as I caught my breath.

"Answer me." He instructed me, and this time I managed to keep from shuddering.

I couldn't help but wonder how hard he was; if I was actually putting on a good show for him.... But I doubted he was hard at all. Because any time I purposely acted like a whore to try and get what I wanted; hoping he would think with his dick, he would magically learn how to make himself completely limp just to frustrate me even more.

I understood though; I was the submissive. I wasn't supposed to be trying to get what I want, I should be trying to do what he wanted. He was my master after all, and it was my role to play the perfect pet.

Or at least that's what most submissives thought.

I was a little different than the rest.

 

"Make me." I finally breathed, tensing up while the tension in the room built.

I knew there could come a time when I finally pushed him too far, where his frustration finally took over him and he got sick of my childish ways. Often times I wondered if he would be kind enough to kick me out, or if he would take me to the middle of the ocean and drown me.

To be honest, I didn't know what I preferred out of those. Above those, I preferred that he would just accept me for how I am, and continue on beating me until we were both satisfied. I was a brat though, and I knew he wouldn't be able to put up with my silly games forever.

Eventually he would demand I submit the first time he gave the order.

 

This time though, I was saved, and he didn't mind to play along a little further.

I felt the gag being pushed into my mouth again, pushed past my lips which I very gladly parted for him. His low chuckle made goosebumps rise against my skin, and he patted my head before I could hear him moving away from me.

 

"I thought you would never ask." He finally said, and I relaxed as I knew I wasn't in trouble this time.

At least, not in anymore trouble than I usually was.

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Hey guys ^.^ What'd you guys think? I know, I know, I shouldn't be starting a new story when I have two other ones I have been failing to update on a regular basis, but I got this story idea in my head and I really wanted to give it a shot. 

Hope you all enjoy!


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