#ginus

[strag-rp-sin]

17. Orgasm Denial

“You know the rules,” Salus said as he paced around the bed.

Gino whimpered. “Please, I--” He gained a harsh whack to his thigh with the crop in response.

“Did I give you permission to speak, slave?”

The Sesharrimian had to hold back a moan when he shook his head. “No, Master,” he said.

“I’d have hoped that Laertes scum like you would know full well what being a slave entails. You belong to me, slut.” Salus dragged his crop along Gino’s body and up between his legs. “All of you.” Up it went, its tip scraping at the underside of his cock. “Even this pathetic little thing.”

Gino groaned and his face flushed red. He was powerless to move, his hands bound to one end of the bed and his feet at the other, spreading him wide and keeping him vulnerable. The only clothing he’d been permitted to keep, if one could call it that, was his jewellery: the precious stones on his fingers, the hoops through his earlobes, the delicate chain at his neck, and the cock ring between his legs. Like all the others, it was gold and set with gems. Unlike all the others, he desperately wanted to take it off.

“But what did you do, slut, with my property? Hmm?” Salus’ voice remained calm. It was in his cold eyes that his anger was showing. “Answer me, whore.”

Gino could feel the cane digging into his flesh and yet still he rebelled. “Nothing.”

He was hit with another hard thwack. It caught his throbbing shaft and made him scream, howling with pain as he bucked and writhed in his bonds. A reddened welt was left in its place. It stung and it burnt and yet, not despite all that but because of it, a fat globule of pre-cum had formed at his tip, dripping down along his spasming member as he whined.

“Don’t lie to me, Gino,” Salus said. He pressed the cane into him again, ready to strike at more untouched skin. “What did you do?”

Gino’s twitching cock was in agony and yet still he pushed. “Nothing, I told you,” he repeated. “I didn’t even cum so what was the point!”

He expected to feel the crop again. Instead Salus brought his hand to his throat, squeezing hard until he started to choke. “The point is that you tried, slut,” he hissed, leaning in so close that their lips brushed when he spoke. “You tried to cum without my permission--” His fingers tightened. “--again.”

Gino might not have been able to speak but there was still a smirk on his painted lips. Despite it all, he’d kept that self-satisfied look on his face, defying Salus even now. That, more than anything else, was what pissed the Hindranil off the most.

His cock earnt another harsh whack to its underside before Salus’ hand released him, letting him cough and splutter through his pained whimpers. Gino wasn’t sure what he’d expected him to do, but seeing him toss the cane aside and start untying his feet from the bed certainly wasn’t one of them.

“What are you doing?!” he asked, trying to raise his head to see.

Salus didn’t answer him. He merely shrugged out of his trousers, grabbed each of Gino’s thrashing legs and pinned them to his front, retying each of his ankles alongside his wrists. His ass was left on full display. His hole, hungry as ever, twitched even before Salus’ cock lined up against it, hard and ready. Each of his hands worked at spreading his slave’s plump cheeks. With a forceful thrust, he pushed his way inside.

Gino moaned, quivering as he was finally entered. His own cock pulsed between his legs as Salus’ larger one stretched his rim open and slammed in deep. He was never gentle. Gino wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“Harder,” he whined. The request earnt him a slap.

He could tell Salus was angry. The way he gripped him, the way he moved him, the way he fucked him... There was something primal about it. About the harsh slaps of skin as he shoved balls deep into him, leaving his ass red and stinging; about the painful burning thrusts that rendered his hole just as sore; and about the fierce look of hatred he gave him the entire time, his pale eyes seeming to burn with an undying flame. It was enough to make Gino cum right then. Or, it was fair to say, it would have been. If only that cruel ring wasn’t fastened so tightly around his cock base.

Gino reached the edge and suddenly started to struggle. His moans became choked in his throat, his half-lidded eyes of pleasure widening as, despite the desperate pre-cum that spurted from his tip, the Sesharrimian’s orgasm was denied from him completely.

“W-Wait!” he cried, another pained noise of unfulfilled pleasure passing his lips. “Wait, take it off!” He tried to thrash and kick, screaming in his frustration. “Take it off, take it off!”

The only response he earnt was the upturned corners of Salus’ lips as he smirked. He’d barely even started to fuck him and already the pathetic little Laertes was begging and crying. To think that just one edge was enough to get him like this... The disobedient bitch had been getting what he wanted for far too long. That was going to end today.

Over and over his cock slammed into him. Did Salus always last this long or was he holding back? Gino couldn’t tell. All he knew was that as soon as that first edge had hit him, they started to come in torrents. Each subsequent one made the next come even faster, tormenting him as his bucking hips tried so desperately to push him over, forced to let another orgasm ebb away. In no time at all, his eyes had filled with tears. Even having his cock whipped wasn’t torture, not compared to this. He relished in the pain, after all. If anything, this would’ve been more bearable if it hurt but it didn’t - it ached. And he knew he’d continue to ache. He’d ache until his need was satisfied.

Salus’ thrusts came harder and heavier as he reached his own brink. But unlike Gino, his orgasm actually came. He tipped over the edge with a moan of pleasure, letting it show in ways he usually didn’t. His head threw back and he groaned, forcing Gino to watch as well as feel that his cum was filling him, coming out in heavenly spurts that sent shivers up his spine. Somehow, knowing Gino wasn’t getting one of his own had only made his orgasm sweeter.

As soon as he was done, he reached out and grabbed the Sesharrimian’s teary face. His fingers dug into Gino’s cheeks as he wrenched his head to look at him. Only then did Salus lean in, his spent cock still deep inside Gino’s spasming hole, as he let the Sesharrimian get a long, hard look at the post-orgasmic bliss in his features.

“This is all life is to you, Gino, isn’t it?” he said. “You’ll do anything, anything at all. Anything to satisfy you, anything to cum... Anything, so long as you get that fucked-up pleasure you desire so much. Well from now on, you jumped up slut, any pleasure you feel will be at my behest. And I’ve already decided you’re not going to cum for a whole week at the least. Understood?”

Gino’s bright blue eyes went wide but, despite the horror on his face, he could feel his cock twitching and leaking anew. Salus was right - he really would do anything. And just thinking of the punishment he might earn for cumming without permission regardless come tomorrow... It was almost enough to make him start smirking anew. “Yes, Master,” he replied obediently at last. “I understand just fine.”

“Good,” Salus said. “Then it’s time this ring of your’s earnt itself an upgrade.”

“What?” Gino’s face paled. “W-Wait, Master, I--”

“Shh,” the Hindranil cooed, taking Gino’s usual self-satisfied smirk for his own. Finally, the cock ring between his legs was being removed... but in its place came a hard metal cage, which pressed onto his denied erection and pinned it firmly down. “Though I have to wonder, Gino... Are you going to suffer in silence when it comes to this predicament you’ve earnt yourself, or are you going to keep going to all those depraved sex parties back home? Do you think you’ll be able to stand it? Being edged by every single cock in the room?”

The question made Gino bite his lip, half in fear and half in arousal. The two of them both knew which option he’d take. Even the humiliation of everyone he knew seeing the cage he’d been forced into wasn’t enough to stop him... If anything, that was what would spur him on. And Salus knew, by the time this week was over, Gino would be begging at his feet. Perhaps finally the little slut might actually learn how to behave.

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2. Humiliation

Gino hadn’t meant to start masturbating. He certainly hadn’t meant to do it whilst crouching on the bed in the apartment he was renting for them to meet up in. It didn’t seem like Salus was going to turn up, even after Gino had sent him three separate texts, and the aching need between his legs was getting hard to ignore. In no time at all he’d stripped to his lingerie, bent over, and lined one of his largest dildos up against his ass. With one quick thrust he plunged it deep inside, letting out a desperate cry as it stretched him open. Over and over he fucked himself with it, slamming the plastic length all the way in each time, his bright blue eyes fluttering shut as his imagination took over.

He didn’t hear the key turning in the lock. He was far too eager to achieve one of the orgasms that his master had loudly forbade him from having the day before to notice. His toes curled in his stockings and he whimpered, his cock twitching as it trailed pre-cum between his legs. He was so close. “S-Salus...” he moaned, losing himself in his fantasy. It was the hand on his shoulder that pulled him back out of it.

With one hard yank, Gino was forced onto his knees. He sat straight onto his dildo, sinking down to settle on the pair of plastic balls at its base as his eyes went wide with fear. If anything, hearing Salus’ voice in his ear only made the feeling of dread worse.

“Get my name out of your filthy mouth,” he hissed, his breath tickling at the messy strands of Gino’s hair. “Do you really think scum like you deserves to say it?”

“N-No, Mast--” His voice was cut off by a whimper as Salus’ fingers wrapped in one of his plaits and tugged.

“And touching yourself without permission?” The smaller man tutted. “It’s almost like you wanted to be caught.”

Gino bit his lip. He’d have been lying if he’d said that wasn’t exactly what he’d been imagining. “I’m sorry, Master,” he said simply.

A cruel bout of laughter started in his ear. “No you’re not. You’ve never been sorry once in your entire life.”

Gino’s cheeks flared red at that. He could feel his cock twitching anew between his legs, dripping all of its own accord. Why was it always the most biting of Salus’ words that got him this way? “True,” he admitted despite the shameful flush that had spread to the top of his ears. “I’m not sorry at all, Salus.”

He knew he’d come to regret that. And yet he was so desperate to be mercilessly punished that he wasn’t able to resist.

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[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes. Salus and Gino

Salus was reading. There was a lovely plush armchair by the bedroom window in the apartment Gino had rented for them. It was soft and blue, and usually covered in far too many cushions for anyone to actually sit on it comfortably. He’d pushed them to the floor and was using them as a foot rest, only ever moving to turn a page of his book. It was a perfectly normal afternoon of reading... or at least it would have been if it wasn’t for Gino.

The Sesharrimian was stood at Salus’ side. He was stood because that is what Salus had told him to do. He was dressed in tight black lingerie, the vast majority of which was barely covering him at all. The black straps on his chest left his nipples bare, and the thong he was wearing was far too tight for him, straining about his cock in a way that was, frankly, obscene. A large gold L, the emblem for his family, was plastered on its front. Gino always made sure to wear the monogrammed underwear when he was going to see Salus -- he liked the fire he got in his eyes whenever he spotted it. His fur coat, too, was there for the same reason; they were a favourite of his parents, and Salus clearly despised them.

Gino teetered on the heels of his thigh-high boots. The things were nigh impossible to walk in as it was, but with his hands cuffed securely behind his back, his balance was entirely off. Stay still, Salus had ordered. And be quiet. That should have been easy. It would have been, perhaps, if it weren’t for the large collar that sat at Gino’s neck. A chain ran from it to the arm of the chair, keeping him tethered in place. Any violent movements sent it rattling and drove Salus’ hand to the remote control that was hidden in his pocket. All it took was a twist of the dial to change how the plug wedged in Gino’s ass was vibrating, sending it hurtling from a violent buzz to barely anything at all. Every time Gino jerked, every time he moaned, every time he stumbled on his heels and made his chain rattle, Salus turned the vibrator off. He’d done it countless times already, and now he was doing it again. The Sesharrimian had no idea how long he’d been standing there enduring it. He felt like it must’ve been hours. His feet were aching, he was shaking, and the noises he let out escaped in desperate quivers every time the vibrations came back. He could barely stand it.

“Are you just going to sit there and read all fucking afternoon?” he snapped at last, managing to shout between his panted breaths.

He knew it was a mistake when he heard Salus’ book slam shut. With one harsh tug, the smaller man yanked Gino down to his level. The chain pulled the harsh metal of the collar taut against his throat and almost choked him, forcing him to bend at the waist and look his master in the eye.

“I wasn’t,” he said firmly, his gaze cold. “But I might now. Just as soon as I’ve given some Laertes scum the punishment it deserves.”