I'll Take it All
Kinktober Day 25 Spider
Warnings: Caught Masturbating, Humiliation, Cock Cages, Dirty Talk, Sub!Spider, Dom!Reader, CBT, Sounding, Cum Eating, Aged Up
A/N: This is the result of my previous poll, thank you to everyone who voted 😘
And thank you @pandoraslxna for arranging this event for us all 💕
Spider was late. We were meant to meet at the door so we could go to the waterfalls to bow fish; however, after waiting 10 minutes, Norm and Max spotted me, and they told me that Spider hadn’t left his room yet. Worried that he may be sick and hiding it again, I march towards his room, the silly little air filter hanging from my neck. If he is sick, I will not leave him; otherwise, he will try and go about as usual.
The odd tawtute rooms are made of cold metal, unpleasant on my bare feet. Approaching his room, my ears twitch as I try to focus on what I’m hearing. Soft pants filter through the door to his room, and I’m worried that the lung infection he had last year came back. As I walk towards his door, the breathy pants are mixed with moans and whines. And I realized I got stood up so that he could pleasure himself. Peeved, I waited at the entrance to his room and quietly opened the door.
Spider’s hand was wrapped around his cock, slowly sliding it up and down as his other hand was handling his balls, rolling them in his hand. His pretty tawtute cock head is flushed red from playing with it for so long. Pre was dripping from the tip, yet he wasted it as it flowed past his fingers and onto his bed. I simply stood there silently as Spider continued to stroke his cock, thumbing at the tip, whining as he did so. Spider’s eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back, and his mouth gaped open. Needy little whines escape Spider’s mouth as his hand speeds up, twisting his wrist at the tip, nearing his climax.
“What are you doing, Yawntutsyìp?” I ask, revealing myself, leaning against his doorway.
Spider’s hand flew off his dick, “Syulang!” He gasps, eyes wide as his chest heaves, “I was, I was just-“
“Just what? You abandoned our plans so you could play with you’re tiny tawtute cock?” I stalked into his room, closing the door behind me, “And worst of all, you broke the rules.”
The flush in his cheeks darkened, “Wh-what,” Spider squeaked before clearing his throat, “What rule? I didn’t break any rules,” he tried to convince me.
“Really?” I ask cocking my head; I walk over to his bed, running my finger through the puddle of pre on his bed, “because I watched you make this,” I bring my finger to my lips, licking off the salty tang of his precum, “and you were going to waste it weren’t you?”
“Please, Syulang-“ he starts to beg.
I cut him off, “No, Spider, you know the rules,” I reach into the cabinet next to his bed, grabbing the tool needed for his punishment, “Now, why don’t you finish what you started, because it will be a while before you get to do so again.”, showing off the metal of his cock cage.
“Please, Tìyawn, don’t make me do this,” Spider begs, his eyes wet with unshed tears.
“You know what to do. Either handle it yourself, or I will go to one of those tawtute devices that makes the frozen water.” I threaten crossly.
“I’ll do it! Please don’t use ice again.” Spider rushed out before slowly moving his hand back to his cock.
I walk over to the stool I made for his room. I sit on it, crossing my legs, “Go on.”
Spider looks at me before looking back at his dick, seeming uncertain.
“I gave you privacy, and you betrayed my trust. You were out of your cage for eight days. You know I don’t mind if you pleasure yourself, but you are never to waste your cum. Yet you made a mess, your cum soaking into your bed. This time, you’ll be in your cage longer. If you can’t control yourself, I’ll control it for you,” I scold him.
“Longer? Please, Syulang, I can barely survive a week! Please don’t make me go longer!” Spider launches himself, kneeling at my feet.
I look to my right, and I spot the clock next to Spider’s bed, “See your clock?” I point at it, “It reads 3:26. Every minute it takes you to finish is two more days added to your seven days.” I leered down at him, pleased with the sight.
“Okay, I can do it!” Spider exclaims, shifting to stand up.
I place my foot on his shoulder, sitting him back down, “No, you can stay here. I’m enjoying the view.”
Spider settles himself, curling in, trying to hide himself from me, “Absolutely not, sit tall and spread your legs; I want to enjoy my show.” I scolded, pushing him back with my foot.
Spider settles himself into the proper position, displaying his broad chest to me, his pretty pink nipples stiffened into nubs. His stomach flexes with each breath, and his cock bobs with each breath, standing to attention, the head leaking, dripping down onto the floor.
Spider looks down at the floor as his hand grabs his cock. Spider shudders as he strokes it from base to tip. His thighs flex as he twists his wrist around the head before stroking back down. His hips twitch as he drags his hand up again, thumbing the head. He repeats this several more times, and I am surprised by his behavior.
“It has already been two minutes. That is four more days added to your punishment. Yet you still stroke yourself leisurely. It seems you want your cock to be locked up.” I muse.
But the flush that covers Spider’s skin deepens as whimpers leave his lips, and I finally realize what is happening.
A giddy smile covers my face, “You want to be locked up! This is why you always act out! My naughty tìyawn,” A dark desire pooled into my core, “Look at me, Spider, tell me what you want.” I place my foot under his chin, lifting his head to me.
The tears in his eyes had spilled over, falling down his face, “You. I want you to take over. I love it when you control my dick and only let me cum inside you.” Spider whispers revenitly.
“Oh, my tìyawn. How long have these thoughts been on your mind?” I ask gently.
Spider licks his lips as more tears fall, “Ever since the first time you placed me in the cage.” His hips thrust at the memory.
“Tell me, Spider, tell me precisely what you want, and I will give it,” I explain sternly, meaning my words.
“Lock me up and only free me at your will,” Spider’s eye filed with truth, love, and devotion.
“Then it will be done,” I lean down and kiss his lips tenderly, sealing this moment.
Leaning back, I look upon him with love, thanking Eywa for gifting me my perfect mate.
“Finish yourself, my love. It will be a while before I give you release again.” I mutter.
He looked surprised but relieved, “How will I be punished? If I am always to be locked up?” Confused and eager.
Chuckling, I point back at the cabinet, “There is an attachment to your cage that I know you love to hate. The same rules apply but will only apply to the attachment.” I grin at his stricken face, “I would hurry. You’re now at a total of 15 days,” I lean back and watch his panic.
Spider grips his cock and fists it vigorously; no technic is used, just fast movements of his hand tugging at the sensitive flesh.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, please let me cum,” Spider begs.
I sat there thinking momentarily as he flexed his stomach, holding back his release, “If you are ready to cum you may.” I allow, a dark grin on my face.
“Thank you! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Spider chants.
I watch, waiting for the moment that he is ready to cum. I see it flash across his face, and I couldn’t let that happen. I place my foot between his legs without him noticing and kick. Spider freezes as pain and horror pass over his face. He choked on his breath as he fell onto his side, grasping his balls.
“Yawne, what is the matter? I thought you were going to cum for me?” I mock.
He just looks at me, his mouth gaping like a fish on dry land.
“Go on now! I want to see you cum!” I giggle.
Spider kneels back in place unsteadily, displaying himself for me. And I cannot help but roar with laughter, “My little slut like his balls being kicked!”
His dick is still rock hard and dripping pre, “Yes, Yawne.” He grabbed his cock, and started again.
Spider’s touch was tentative this time, his balls smarting, unwilling to be pulled on. His dick was an angry red color, and a string of pre connects his cock to his floor. As his hand glided over his dick, he winced every time the skin on his taint was pulled, but his cock never stopped drooling.
“Please, Yawne, it hurts,” he whines, but he never ceases his motions.
“I know it hurts, but you like it, don’t you?” I purr, smirking at his beautifully pathetic form.
A moan slips from his lips as he picks up the pace of his hand. I place my foot between his legs again. Spider stiffens, but he doesn’t move away. I rub at his balls with firm pressure, his pre leaking over my foot.
Spider’s hand picked up speed, no longer caring about the pain he felt. His breath came out in pants as his moans picked up in sound.
“Shit hurts good,” He groaned, pulling at his cock, grinding himself into my foot.
“Aww, do you like that, Yawntutsyìp?” I ask, helping by giving him more access to my foot.
“Yes,” He whines, picking up speed.
I tap my foot onto his balls, giving him a sharp pain as he fists his cock.
Spider’s body went taunt as he shouted, “Yawne!” Cum spill out of his dick and onto my foot, leaving a huge mess, and he finishes riding out his orgasm.
I watch as he comes down from his high, leaning onto my leg, his breathing becoming easier.
“You made a mess. Now clean it,” I demand.
Spider takes my foot into his hands and places kitten licks on every drop off me. His tongue is white as he pulls back to show me his mouth full of cum.
“Good boy, you may swallow.”
Spider’s throat bobs as he swallows his cum, before showing me his empty mouth. Now that his side of the bargain is up, I look at the clock. In bright red letters, it shows 3:35.
“That took you nine minutes. You have a total of 25 days of punishment.” I explain, standing to retrieve everything I need.
Spider hastily looks to the clock, seeing what I said was true, “No! Please! I can’t last that long!” He begs, hugging at my waist.
“Locking you up is no longer a punishment, so we must resort to this. Hopefully, this may just end your rule-breaking streek.” I set the object on the side of his bed, kneeling before it, “Now sit or lay down. This will be happening,” I gesture in front of me.
Spider drags his feet as he climbs into bed, laying himself so his legs are dangling off the bed. I grab his chastity cage, nine rings of metal that will lock behind his balls. I gently maneuver the sensitive flesh through the rings and lock it into place. The following two items I grabbed were the bottle of tawtute fake slick and what I was told was called a syringe. I fill the syringe up to 15ml before setting the fake slick aside. I grab at his caged cock lining the syringe to the hole there.
“Please, Yawne, please don’t make me do this,” He cries as I push down the plunger, the slick filling his insides.
“Shhh, mawey, it will be alright. It will be over before you know it,” I croon, taking care of the discarded items, letting the slick travel down further inside and out the tip of his dick.
Returning to the bed, I grab the last item, a clear hollow tube that screws into the cage. I lined up the tube correctly, but I paused as Spider tensed. I let for a second, rubbing my hand on his side.
“Mawey Spider, just relax, breathe for me,” I gently urge.
Spider breathes deeply and exhales; slowly, his breathing returns to normal, and he relaxes where he lays. Slowly I moved to handle his caged cock, lining the tube again before I pushed. The whine that came out of Spider’s mouth was high and needy, unsure if he loves or hates it. I continue pushing the tube inside as Spider struggles to keep still. I feel a sudden resistance towards the end.
“Deep breath in, Yawne,” I wait as Spider follows my orders, and when he exhales, I push past the barrier.
“Fuck!” He screams as the tube enters his bladder.
I screw the tube to the cage, using a second lock for the tube and the plug itself, securing everything in place. I can see how Spider’s cock pushes at the rings of the cage, chubing from the attention.
I pat his cage, “There you go, Spider, you’re all secure now,” I mutter teasingly.
Spider thrusts his hips in the air, grimacing at the feel of the bars restricting his cock, and the feeling of the tube stretching his cock.
“Now that’s enough of that,” I exclaim, slapping this thigh.
Spider groans as he settles down, “Please, you can’t make me do this for 25 days. I need to go on the hunting party!” He tries to counter.
A dark grin covers my face as I sweetly tell him, “And if you go on the hunting party, I know a certain Sully who would love to help you with your little problem.”
