At two in the afternoon, no one was supposed to be home, everyone was meant to be at work. A lone figure quietly walked up the stairs, he was not meant to be there. I wasn’t his house, he had broken in. As he walked up the stairs, he looked at the pictures of a beautiful girl holding trophies. She must have been a sportswoman of some kind.
Jason was in his early twenties and had always been in trouble with the law. This wasn’t his first time breaking into a house.
He got to the top of the stairs and saw a display box with different colour cotton belts. For the first time in his life, he felt a little uneasy. He saw more pictures on the wall of the same young woman in Karate uniform all sweaty posing with dignitaries. He started losing his wits slowly, every noise made him jump.
He walked into a room and saw a large, heavy punching bag. He looked up to see it was held by chains to a bracket in the ceiling. He looked around the room and saw other workout equipment. There were trophies and medals on shelves in the room. He smiled to himself and opened his bag
He was so busy at the trophies that he didn’t hear someone walk up behind him. He turned around, but it was too late. A hand came down hard on his neck. He groaned in pain as stars swirled in front of his eyes. Then it all went black.
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Jason’s POV
I awoke, my head spinning. My neck hurt and I could feel and unusual breeze on my chest. I looked down to realise that I had been stripped naked. Not only that but my hand had been stretched above my head tied to the bracket in the ceiling where the heavy bag had been. The heavy bag was now sitting in the corner of the room.
I tried to move my hands, but it was no use. Whoever they were, they had tied them pretty tight. The more I moved my hands the more they hurt. I gave up. I stood there for about five minutes before the door opened and in walked this gorgeous woman in black lingerie and black shiny heels.
The woman in front of me was in her late twenties. She had blond hair in a pixie cut and sharp blue eyes. Her lips were small and looked so kissable. She was so sexy I could not help but get a hard-on, right away I knew this was not good.
She looked at me with disgust, slapping my cock to the side. It just swung back into place and bobbed there in front of her. She decided to take a different approach and grabbed my ball sack. I winced in pain as she squeezed my balls in her hand.
“You are a pathetic piece of shit,” she said, still squeezing my balls. “How dare you break into my house. What did you think? I would just let you walk out of here with my stuff?”
As she spoke her hand squeezed my balls harder and harder. I was whimpering and tears were coming out of my eyes.
“Do you want me to call the police? I'll give you a choice right now, let me have my way with you. That means I get to do whatever I wish to you, and you leave relatively unscathed, or I call the police and I add some of my stuff to your back bag and say I caught you red handed. So, which will it be?”
She didn’t leave me much of a choice, I didn’t want to be arrested. I more or less told her I was hers and she seemed to perk up. She grabbed hold of my cock and started to jerk me off. Her hand was amazing and I knew I would cum far too soon.
She seemed to have other ideas, grabbing my balls and tugging hard on them. I cried in pain which just seemed to make her laugh.
“From now on, while you are in my care, you will call me Mistress Beverley. Is that understood?”
I gave a grunt and she pulled hard on my balls. I cried once more and whimpered out a proper response.
“Yes, Mistress Beverley.”
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Beverley’s POV
He was a wimp. I mean he was a muscled man with strong arms, legs and chest, but he had no pain threshold. All my years of doing martial arts and competing had given me a high tolerance for pain, but this guy couldn’t handle what I was going to give him.
I slid my hand over his toned belly and chest, pinching hard on his nipple. Hearing his wince and cry in pain turned me on so much. It’s not that I was sadistic or evil, it’s that he had broken into my house and he was going to pay.
I had to say one thing about him, he had a big juicy cock. Before the end of the day I empty his sack, but not before I teased him and made him feel like shit. I slid my hand over his cock, holding it by its purple head. I jerked just the head of his cock, knowing it was the most sensitive. He groaned and closed his eyes. I decided to let go of his cock. He opened his eyes again and looked at me pleadingly.
“If you close your eyes you will not receive and pleasures I have in store for you. Now say yes mistress Beverley”
“Yes, Mistress Beverley”
I smiled. I was training him well. He was answering my commands and doing as he was told, not that I gave him much choice. I walked around him, my nails lightly scratching him as I walked round. He had a nice firm ass that seemed to be clenched tight. I would soon take care of that. I cupped his butt, squeezing his ass. He seemed to squirm at that which made me laugh.
I pulled his butt cheeks apart and pushed a finger right up against his sphincter. I kissed his neck softly and reached around and held his hard cock. I slowly started to jerk him off. As I jerked him I pushed my finger deep into his ass. I pushed it in all the way to the knuckle. He screamed loudly, cursing at me. I let go of his cock and grabbed his balls. I pulled on them hard making him howl in pain, emitting another cuss word.
“Listen here you little bitch,” I hissed into his ear. “The more you swear at me, the more pain you get. Shut the fuck up and take it like a man, or are you not a man? You just a little fucking wimp, aren’t you? You like to act strong, go to the gym, break into people’s houses, but deep down you’re a little shit that needs to get the crap beaten out of. Well, just you wait.”
I pulled my finger from his ass and walked out the room.
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Jason’s POV
Mistress Beverley walked out the door. I had never felt so humiliated. I was shocked when she pushed her finger in my ass. It wasn’t the pain that made me swear, it was the shock. I knew she was sadistic, I could tell the way she spoke to me. My body was aching from standing in the same position, unable to move. I was scared and slightly excited by the thought of what she had in store for me.
The door opened and she came back in. She had a small gym bag that she placed on the floor to my side. Because of the way I had been tied up, my head couldn’t turn to the side, but I could hear her. I heard the zip of the gym bag being pulled and I could hear her walking behind me.
I felt a soft material stroke my back, then pull away. Before I could blink I felt a massive whack on my back, stinging me. I screamed loudly and heard her laugh. She hit me another time, this time I didn’t cry out as loud. The force of the pain made me lose some of my hardness.
She came round to the front and I could see she was holding a Karate belt.
“Ooh, that’s not good, you have to stay hard for as long as I want you too.”
She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to jerk me off. She seemed and expert and got me back to rock hardness in no time. She leant forward, kissing my chest, neck and chin as she jerked me off. She seemed to take great pleasure in making me suffer and I have to say I was starting to like it. Not so much the pain, but her having a hold over me.
She took a step back and unclasped her bra.