Hurt
#5 of Sold
Nate woke up in heaven. A warm soft blanket covered his body his master's arm rested on his chest and looking at the clock he had another hour to enjoy this feeling. He had almost forgotten how waking up was before his new master had bought him, it seemed more like a memory of a nightmare than reality by now, what a difference two weeks could make.
Moving in closer to his master he began hugging the otter, another thing he recently started doing, once he had realized that while the otter technically owned him he still cared about him.
"Morning bun-bun, how was the night?" the otter asked with a smirk while moving his hand to play with the plug lodged securely in the bunny's rear.
"I didn't sleep much Sir, it's very distracting" he whined, grinding his hard cock against the otter's leg.
"Is that your not so subtle way of telling me you want to sleep in?"
"No Sir"
"Too bad, I'd be all for that."
Matt grabbed the bunny's hand and slowly moved it from his chest towards his cock. Nate, understanding the silent command, didn't start stroking though, instead he vanished under the blanket.
Musk filled his nose as he turned around so his head came to rest his target. Grabbing the balls and slowly massaging them, as he had learned his master likes, be slowly began his way down the already dripping shaft.
"Good bunny, grab them a bit harder." came the order from above the blanket, Nate happily complied, giving the otters testicles a gentle squeeze. Rewarded with a long drawn out moan the bunny refocused on the otters cock, licking it all over while occasionally repeating the squeezing.
"Harder" the otter demanded while lifting up the blanket, gaining access to the bunny's butt. Slowly pressing against the plug again and again making the bunny return the moans.
Nate almost didn't comply this time, unsure how hard to squeeze. Neither did he want to hurt the otter nor did he want to risk getting punished for it.
Soon the bunny started noticing the signs of an impending orgasm. The balls he was holding were trying to pull closer to his master's body and the throbbing cock in his maw was leaking more and more pre.
"When I tell you to I want you to hit them a few times"
Nate was unsure whether he had heard correctly. Did his master just order him to hit his balls?! He didn't want to hurt the otter that had been so nice to him, but at the same time he had been given an order.
"Now!"
Nate slapped them lightly.
"Harder!"
Again he slapped the balls in front of him, hard enough to hear his master scream. He wanted to ask if he had gone to far but a hand forced his head down on the otter's shaft. A flood of hot cum flooded his throat as the otter tried hard to bury his cock deep inside his slave.
Nate did his best to manage his gag reflex and while the otter's cock wasn't that impressive in length compared to others he had to serve it was just long enough to make it into his throat and block it. Not having prepared for this the bunny quickly noticed a burning in his chest. His lungs demanded fresh air. Trying his best to let the otter enjoy his orgasm he struggled to hold his breath for just a few seconds longer before finally tapping his hand a few times on his master's chest to get his attention.
The hand left his head and Nate coughed as he slowly calmed his rapid breathing.
"Sorry boy, I got a bit carried away, are you ok?"
Still panting Nate just nodded.
"Sir I hope it's ok to ask, but do you really enjoy getting your balls beaten?"
"If I'm in the right mood, yes"
"I could never-"
"Oh, a challenge!" the otter interrupted the bunny and reached for his balls, grabbing them and slowly starting to squeeze them.
"How does that feel?"
"Not bad, like when you were massaging them Sir."
"OK, I'll start squeezing them a bit harder now"
Very slowly Matt put more pressure on the bunny's delicate balls.
"It's starting to get uncomfortable Sir" the bunny said while panting. A dull throbbing started to fill his groin, quickly replacing the initial pleasure with discomfort and slight pain.
"It will get even worse, because I won't stop until you ask me to hit them."
"Please don't Sir, please!"
"Shhh, just once. I promise I'll be gentle, well as gentle as I can be while hitting your balls." he said chuckling, slowly adding more pressure.
"Please make it stop Sir!"
"Not until you say the magic words bun-bun"
"H-Hit my balls!"
Nate was shivering, bracing himself for the impact that would soon come and that would make him hurt. Squeezing his eyes shut he waited, one second, two, then he felt it and let loose a scream.
He heard his master laughing. There was no pain, his master had pulled his punch and had only given the bunny's ball a love tap.
"You should have seen your face!"
"Bastard!" the bunny spat out before pulling his hands to his mouth in shock. He had just insulted his master, sure it was meant in jest but that didn't change the fact. His breathing became faster as he slowly turned his head towards his master, eyes open wide.
The otter's face was just as shocked as his was initially, but that quickly turned into a hurt look.
"I'm sorry Sir, I...I didn't mean it, it just was a spur of the moment thing. Please forgive me Sir!"
The otter suddenly smiled.
"And here I thought you had finally gotten used to my sense of humour."
Nate's heartbeat slowed down a bit. He hated how the otter toyed with his emotions sometimes. Making him panic and worry about terrible punishments he would have received just a few weeks back. Then a thought crossed his mind, his new master was doing this time and time again to break his negative outlook on things, repeatedly showing him that nothing bad would happen. He jumped towards his master, hugging him and burying his head in his chest.
"I hate you... Sir"
"I hate you too bun-bun. You will however not get away with being all adorable this time, and I know just how to punish you."
Having learned one thing this morning it was to trust his master would respond fairly, so this time the promise of a punishment didn't scare the bunny as much as it did before.
He watched as his master was rummaging through a closed, throwing shirts and pants to the floor before emerging with some kind of leather strap.
"This fits the crime I think, maybe you'll even like it." he said smirking.
The otter came back to the bed and grabbed the bunny's balls again, wrapping the strap around them and securing them by snapping the buttons shut. As he let go Nate felt his balls being pulled down by some weights that had to be inside the strap. It was a strange feeling, the weight resting on his balls wasn't painful, more odd than anything else.
"Sir?"
"Rule number ... uhh nine I think, the slave will wear a ball stretcher starting today. Once you've gotten used to it we'll look into getting you a prettier one, preferably with a lock."
Nate swallowed. This was the first time the otter actually forced something on him he didn't want to do himself. He knew that up until now it had been too good to be true. He had deluded himself into thinking that the otter saw anything other than a slave in him and that realization hit him hard.
"What's the matter bun-bun?"
"I... don't want this."
"Hm?"
"I don't want this!" Nate pointed to his groin.
"But it doesn't matter what I want, it's just about what you want! I thought you cared, actually cared, about me as a person, but in truth you ... you just ... see me as a slave, don't you!?"
Tears began clouding the bunny's vision. Matt sat down on the bed again before patting his lap.
"Sit"
Nate sat down in his master's lap, feeling the otter put his arms around him and giving his neck a soft, quick kiss.
"Yes, you are my slave and I'm sure I've made that pretty clear when I collared you. BUT that doesn't mean I don't care about you. Do you really think I would have bothered to change your diet or to unlock you if I didn't care? True, I don't see you as a boyfriend, more like a cherished pet, but even pets have to obey their master's wishes and get no say in how they are made prettier."
"So to your I'm just a thing, that's supposed to look pretty, clean the house and suck your cock? Something to replace once it's no longer interesting or gets broken?"
Nate felt his master's arms go limp and slip from the hug. He heard the otter's breathing get faster as he was pushed off his master's lap onto his feet. Turning around he knew he had hit a nerve somehow. The otter's eyes were pressed close which did nothing to hide the tears running down his face though.
"Go... do your... chores!" said the otter between sobs as he let himself fall back and pulled the blanket over him.
Nate felt like he had been punched in the stomach. He didn't know why, or how for that matter, but he had turned the one person showing him any kindness into a sobbing mess.
"Sir? Please tell me this is another prank!"
The blanket flew of the otter's body as he sat back up. His face was the image of pure rage. Matt froze, he had never seen the otter angry, never thought he would hurt or scare him, outside of his usual pranks. The fur before him now however quickly changed that. Nate felt his heart start beating faster and faster, he began to sweat and his head kept telling him not to move a muscle or the otter would pounce like a predator.
"OUT! Take off the strap if you don't like it, I don't fucking care after all! Now go do your fucking chores like I told you or I SWEAR you won't be able to sit or lay on your back for a fucking month!"
Nate ran out the bedroom and down the stairs, turning around and slowly walking backwards to see if the monster he had woken up followed him. His back hit the front door. Should he run? His trembling hand reached for the doorknob but stopped, he had heard something. Forcing himself to calm down he listened. What he heard hammered home just how much he had screwed up, his master was crying, not just sobbing, crying like a cub that had lost his mother in a crowd. With his back still pressed against the door he sank down. He had messed up badly.
Not wanting to incur his master's wrath any more than he already had he began his chores. Dusting shelves, washing dishes, cleaning the bathroom, no matter where he was working he could always hear the sobs coming from his masters bedroom. Occasionally he'd check to see if the otter needed something, but he never got an answer when he asked. Finally around noon when we visited his master's bedroom again he found the otter deep asleep. Making his way down into the kitchen he prepared a sandwich for him and brought that and some orange juice upstairs and quietly left it at the bedside table.
The afternoon was worse for the otter. While his master was sleeping he was left with the guilt of having caused that breakdown. Additionally the weight hanging around his balls was slowly starting to really hurt. He was unsure why he didn't take it off, maybe the otter would accept it as a peace offering, or as part of the punishment already served, the bunny though until he remembered again how devastated his master had been.
The house was spotless and usually he'd take this time to relax a bit in the living room with a book from his master. But today he didn't feel like he had the right to. Instead he decided to check up on his master again. As silently as possible he went up the stairs and inched forward to his master's bedroom.
He was sitting on his bed, sandwich in hand but barely a bite was missing. Nate waited, mentally preparing himself for whatever might happen next. Seeing the otters red, swollen eyes felt like someone had stabbed him.
"Are you finished?" the otter asked weakly.
"Yes Sir."
"I'm sorry I screamed at you, that anger wasn't intended for you. Still, there is something we need to talk about, go wait in the basement please."
Nate just nodded and made his way down. The fact that he had to go there could mean nothing good, that much he knew, but he was willing to do almost anything to start make up for what he did. That still didn't change the fact though that a shiver ran through his body as he took the first step down the wooden stairs into the basement.
He stood in the center of the room looking nervously around wondering how he would be punished but quickly focused on the door as he heard the otter approaching. As he saw his master coming down the stairs he felt terrible, the usually cheerful otter moved sluggish, his shoulders dropped and his head hung low. Nate wished for his master to suddenly start smiling and ask him something along the lines of 'Still falling for it bun-bun?', but that just wasn't the case this time.
His master stood before him and looked into his eyes.
"You will have to make a decision soon. You obviously misinterpreted our relationship and at the very least that is partly my fault. I thought this could work, sorry."
The bunny opened his mouth only to be silenced by the otter when a finger pressed against his lips.
"You have to decide how we'll proceed. I could do it for you, but I told you already I'd like my slave to be as happy as possible, so it is up to you. You get to make one last decision and then you get to live with that choice for as long as you are with me. Option one, we continue as we did up until now, no change whatsoever on my side, but you accept that you are mine to do with as I please when I want to. Option two, I start to behave like a more typical master. That means no more cuddling, no more affection. I'll expect you to perform, if you don't you get punished. Option three, you leave. No strings attached, you just go, get dressed and leave."
The bunny swallowed, he did not want to leave, but the other options were also less than ideal. Option two would certainly make it easier, all he had to do was go back to the way he was with his previous owner. Option one on the other hand would make him feel good, for the most part.
"Before you answer there is one more thing. If you stay with me, in whatever way, you will be punished severely tomorrow. It won't be pretty, it won't be easy and it won't be quick. I know you had no way of knowing how what you said would affect me, but you made me relive something I never wanted to remember and I'm not sure I can forgive that by simply spanking you a few times. That is all, choose!"
His eyes kept looking up to the open door and then back to his master. Nate was scared. Between suffering for (hopefully just) a day and being homeless in an unknown city he couldn't decide. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, shoving aside any conscious thought. When he opened his eyes he took a step forward and hugged the otter.
"I don't want to leave, please let me stay."
The otter's arms pulled Nate into an even tighter hug, softly petting his back.
"Of course you can stay bun-bun."
"Sir, can I ask about..."
"About tomorrow?"
Nate nodded, his face still pressed into the otters chest.
"Tomorrow will be a punishment and a warning. What happens tomorrow is what will happen if you ever accuse me of not caring about you or thinking of you as a thing. Because if that ever happens again, then you will get your wish and be treated like that until I get sick of you and either sell you or give you away."
Nate's blood turned to ice, suddenly doubting whether or not he made the right decision.
"Tomorrow will have a few special rules I suggest you keep in mind to make it less painful. One, no talking unless asked a direct question. Two, you obey immediately or will be punished for every second you wait. Three, which is I think the hardest one for you, unless I come and get you to either clean or suck my cock, as you so eloquently put it, you will be kept in the basement, bound. Four, all additional punishment you earn tomorrow will be done in one sitting at the end of the day, it is your job to keep track of how much you earn. If you forget or get the count wrong I'll round up to the nearest hundred. Now get on the bed and spread out your arms and legs."
Nate started to tremble, this punishment was worse than everything he thought would happen. The otter had picked the cruellest things he possibly could and combined them into one terrifying punishment. But somehow Nate thought of it as justified and began to move towards the bed.
Laying down he watched his master going to one of the shelves, picking up several pieces of rope and blindfold.
"I'm sorry I have to do this."
"I-It's OK Sir, I ... I'm ... I can't even express how sorry I am Sir, anything to help you forgive me"
He saw his master smiling, though it looked more like a forced smile for his benefit than a genuine one. As his master approached with the blindfold he closed his eyes, completely surrendering to the otter as he was securely tied to the bed. Wrists and ankles were secured to the bedposts, arms and legs to the bed itself and the remaining rope was used to make the bunny as immobile as possible.
Hearing his master leaving without a word of goodbye made him nervous. The otter had never done that before when he had to stay down here. It made Nate wonder whether really nothing had changed or if the otter had started to resent him.
Left alone in the dark he was unsure how much time had passed before he heard steps coming closer. A blanket was put over his naked body and, by the sound of it, a glass of water had been placed on the bedside table.
"There is a drinking straw in that glass, should you get thirsty. Also, as I promised before, the door won't be locked, not that that'll make a difference to you. But if you panic during the night scream and I will come check up on you, I will however not free you unless there is an actual reason for it."
Nate nodded.
"Try to get some rest, tomorrow will be hard."
"Good night Sir"
The otter walked away, his steps stopping at the stop of the staircase and Nate was almost sure he understood the words his master had whispered
"I'm sorry bun-bun."
Making his way up the stairs and into his bedroom Matt doubted everything he just said. Could he actually treat the bunny the way he had just described, or more importantly should he. Nate hadn't done anything wrong other than use the wrong words at the wrong time. He couldn't have known.
He let himself fall onto his bed and began to think about the next day. The thoughts about his bunny screaming, struggling and most likely crying his eyes out only to be hurt again made him physically sick.
"Why didn't you choose to leave you stupid bunny." he sighed.