Tw: Degradation // Tw: sharing of a sub in a sexual manner
Please - Please Daddy, I need you to make all the choices for me! C - Can trust my dumb head anymore! I am! I am daddy's helper! Just wanna make life easy for you, wanna always be there to help daddy feel the best! Make his favorite lunches, wash his hair, make daddy cum and take it like I'm supposed to!
They - They ask about me? Yes, wanna help everyone feel good! Want to make sure they're all playing their best like i do for daddy! I - I can be the MBSY Jackles' personal stress relief!
But daddy, i wanna - yes, yes sir. Won't let them cum inside me, promise! Only daddy has the right to cum inside, cause he owns me body and soul. Only made to have him, d - don't want anyone else to breed me or fill me up!
It hurts daddy! Hurts so bad, but I earned this punishment for being such a greedy c - cum slut! I wanna make you feel good daddy, please use my cunny, need you to mark me inside and out as yours so I don't ever forget who i belong to.
Sobbing softly, my hips bucking slightly in an attempt to sit up. Need to kiss you daddy, don't deserve you and need to show you I can be good. - ☘
alright baby daddy’s make all the decisions for ya. all ya gotta do right now is listen to what he says, ‘mkay.? can ya do that much baby? ya don’t gotta worry about anythin’ pretty. let daddy be in charge right now, hmm? later daddy’ll let ya make his lunch, ya’d like that right?
of course they ask about ya sweetness. always ask how yer doin’, tryna act like i don’t know they wanna fuck yer sweet pussy. daddy knows the way they look at ya pretty girl. ‘n now i know they’ll be buzzin with the chance to sink into ya baby.
gonna help us play our best out there, right honey? ya jus’ can’t let them cum inside. only daddy gets that, right? only daddy.
yer takin yer punishment so well, baby. know it hurts doll but yer takin’ it like a champ. daddy’s good girl, aintcha. hmm, daddy’s so proud of ya. ya know that dontcha? so proud of his girl. daddy’s gonna make ya feel good now m’kay? ya did so well, daddy’s cumslut. so pretty.
gonna help daddy get off baby? yeah, that’s what ya want sweet girl. gonna let ya do that now, ya deserve it. up ya get, sweetheart, let daddy kiss ya. ya did so good baby, gonna kiss all the hurt outta ya, alright. so good baby.
lay on yer back baby. yea, jus’ like that, lay yer head over the edge of the bed. daddy’s gonna fuck yer slutty lil mouth, okay pretty girl? ya wanna help daddy right? here’s yer chance baby. daddy’s gonna use yer mouth. that’s what ya said isnt it? for daddy to use ya? gonna use every part of ya baby. mark everything as mine.
Here are a few lines about Williams being punished on the merchant vessel. It’s got a little longer and different than I expected. It’s long, very long. But I had these piece since months in my head. Also tried to write it as youth-free as possible.
Noon was long ago, when the sun was reflected on the wet deck. An innocent observer would now assume that it would have rained here recently. But this was not the case, the Artemis had anchored on this coastal strip in Indian waters a few days ago.
Captain Simpson had some catching up to do, including punishments. He nibbed on his red wine and reviewed the previous stick punishment. The man had whined about mercy, pissed himself when the Master had taken off. 12 beats with the raw stick had been it and this unworthy worm dared to whimper for mercy. Well, at least there had been some bleeding, but the real amusement was yet to come. If there was something Simpson enjoyed then it was punishment and on his ship he unfortunately had to impose some again and again, unfortunately his men always tended to disobey. On the one hand a shame that he found no reasonable people for his merchant vessel, but on the other hand also wonderful to see them twisting when the stick or the cat maltreated them.This idea of what was to come made him smile, no, even grin broadly. He had found a very special example .
A young lieutenant, not exactly ugly, just been appointed, unfortunately without a ship. The men held much of him and so he, Simpson became a proud captain of the East India Company in his authority undermined. But he would still exorcise him, break him and drive this elegance and brave behaviour out which he got from the Royal Navy. Another sip of wine, heavy chains clanging announced him. Two men took him, shuffled barefoot, more pulled by the men next to him, dressed only in breeches and a shirt loosely over his pants, to his captain. “ Well, I heard.” he turned his wine glass in his hand.
“Did you wiggle out the men again?” That was a statement, not a question. “ooh how often do we have to celebrate that? Until you finally realize who the captain is? Look at me,” he flinched and spat but the young man in front of him raised his head only slowly. The brown curls stuck to the head, the cracked swollen and bitten lips distorted to a slight smile, the blue eyes seemed stump but a hint of glowing was still recognizable. “Take him off and make him tight.”
“ But sir… and I beg your pardon. But he won’t survive that. The six dozen in the last few days have been too much. Please think God has forgiven, too,” a little chubby man with glasses had stepped forward. He was a guest on board the Artemis and was to be brought to India as a priest. Simpson turned to him bored. “I’m only doing God’s right here, and Mr. Archer, you’re a guest here, if I may remind you nicely.” His voice was calm yet sharp. Archer just nodded and quickly withdrew below deck again, what would now follow, he could not and did not want to look at. The men had done their job. The man hung more than he stood naked and tied to the rig. The master had taken the cat out of the bag, made it especially for him days ago and provided it with additional knots. “Do your duty two dozen, I will not be so today and show mercy before right.” he added with a sarcastic smile.
The master didn’t dare to look, the back was covered with bloody bandages, the skin underneath lay in shreds. But he had to swing and the first stroke hit. The knots hit the ribs and left the first striae, but the additional knots hit the existing wounds and tore them open. Fresh blood appeared on the bandages and the man gasped in pain. The second one hit the shoulder this time and the knots burst the thin skin of the clavicles. He screamed, the blood cleared his chest and belly. So it went on and on, each further blow tore the bandages from the body and with each time more and more skin and flesh. The blood flowed in streams had spread over the deck, the legs had long since given up their service, no longer wanted to wear him and so the ropes of the shackles additionally rubbed on the attacked skin of the wrists. Some punches hit his testicles, however, they concentrated this time extensively on his ribs, just as thin as with the clavicles the skin did not hold these strains long and burst like ripe fruits in the sun.
He had so firmly resolved Simpson not to give the joy of screams, he had tried so hard to his. But now he hung there, his would have long been taken from him like the skin of his back. And screamed, screamed from full throat the tears ran down his cheeks, Simpson laughed from full throat. Again and again he saw the faces of his friends and family and hoped not to see them again when the Master finally shouted “Two Dozen”. Buckets of sea water were brought and poured over him. The salt burned like fire, to the intestines. Why didn’t they finally release him and kill him. But this wish was not granted to him, Simpson appeared beside him. “See? What did I tell you last time? Don’t go behind my back or we will. “He reached into the fresh wounds the man cried. "Continue until you either learn it or you die. Mr. Mowett.” he almost spat his name out. “Take him down”
The next few hours lay in the fog as usual, which was why Mr. Archer gave him opium to stun him. While the sailmaker set to work sewing the remnants together again. Like the last time and the next time again. The Master asked as always if he was still alive what Mr. Archer affirmed but William had long since given up, if no miracle would be given, he would die here so much was certain.
“Back for more, huh, boss? Okay, whoa, I see he’s also punishing me in this one, most likely for sneaking out to see the enemy…Oh ok, I’ll call you master, boss! Yes sir, that’s right I’m a naughty Grunt and you need to punish me! Oh yes, boss, you’re awesome!”
Destiny read on in her quarters since he is away again, chuckling all the way…
“Wait’ll the boss finds out about this dirty story…Nah, I’ll keep this gem of a story to myself!“
