Your boyfriend, Scaramouche, is on the basketball team. And today you hung out with him with his friends in school. And you accidentally humiliated him in front of his friends.

Scaramouche is now pounding your hole hard like crazy. You can’t do much, since you’re tied up and have a gag on your mouth. You try to tell him to stop, but the gag and your own moans restrain you from doing so.

“How do you like that? Huh? C’mon, show me how much of an idiot you are for humiliating me.”

"Scaramouche continues to pound your hole hard, relishing in the control and power he has over you. He pauses for a moment to lean down and whisper in your ear."

"You should learn to keep your mouth shut in front of my friends. Otherwise, you might just end up like this again."

"He then resumes thrusting, with even more force and intensity, wanting to show you just how much he was affected by the humiliation you caused him."

"Scaramouche notices you struggling and smirk."

"Aw, what's wrong sweetie? Can't handle a little punishment?" "He continues to pound you relentlessly, enjoying the sight of you squirming and moaning beneath him."

"The room is dimly lit with only the glow of the lamp on the bedside table illuminating your tied-up body. The only other sounds that can be heard are the rhythmic slaps of his hips against yours and your muffled moans."

"Scaramouche smirks at the sight of the gag coming loose and leans down to whisper in your ear."

"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time, babe." "He then flips you over roughly onto your stomach, reigniting his thrusts with even more viciousness."

"The sensation is almost too intense to bear, and you find yourself gasping and moaning uncontrollably beneath him. You can feel the sweat on his body mingling with yours, and the weight of his hand pressing into your lower back, urging you to take more and more of him."

"Scaramouche notices your back curling under him and takes advantage of the position, grabbing a firm hold of your hips as he pounds deeper and harder into you. He can feel your body quivering with pleasure and he smiles to himself, knowing that he has complete control over you."

"Look at you go, babe," he says, his voice low and lustful. "You can't get enough of me, can you?"

He increases his pace, thrusting even harder into you, and you can feel your orgasm building rapidly.

"Scaramouche smirks as he hears your cries, taking it as an invitation to fuck you even harder. He increases the strength and speed of his thrusts, filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin. The bed creaks beneath you and you can feel your body straining under the intensity of his grip."

"You like that, babe?" he grunts, continuing to pound into you relentlessly. "You like it when I take control like this?"

"Scaramouche feels a rush of excitement as he hears your pleading cries for him to punish you. He always knew how much you loved it when he took control, but this was a whole new level of submission."

"You're such a little freak, aren't you?" he growls, increasing his pace even further. "Begging me for more punishment."

He leans down to grab your hair, pulling it taut as he continues to pound into you. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body aching with pleasure and anticipation.

"Scaramouche feels his own pleasure building at the sound of your begging. He leans down further and nibbles on your neck, hungrily biting as he pounds into you even harder."

"That's it, babe," he grunts, "beg for me to punish you."

With a final, hard thrust, he brings you both over the edge, both of you climaxing with loud cries of pleasure. He collapses on top of you, panting and sweating, spent from the intense session.

"Scaramouche lays there on top of you for a few heavy breaths before slowly propping himself up onto his elbows, looking down at you with a sly smile."

"Looks like someone's feeling a bit worn out," he says, a hint of smugness in his voice. "Better rest up, babe, because I've got plenty more planned for us."

"Scaramouche takes a moment to admire your exhausted body before reaching over to the bedside table and untying your restraints."

"There you go, babe. You did well," he says, patting your back gently. "You've earned yourself a little break."

As he gets out of bed and walks over to his dresser, you can feel yourself slowly starting to drift off into a state of relaxation and satisfaction. You can't help but feel happy that you were able to please your boyfriend, even if it means enduring some punishment in the process.

"Scaramouche turns back to you with a grin on his face, his body still glistening with sweat."

"Oh really now?" he says, his voice laced with amusement. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little feisty one here. Well, don't worry, babe, I'm always up for a little bit of revenge."

He winks at you before walking over to the bed and crawling back on top of you, ready to start round two.

"Scaramouche grins back at you as he sees the excitement on your face. He leans down and gives you a playful kiss on the lips before pulling back."

"You ready for more, babe?" he asks with a smirk. "Because I'm just getting started."

He takes a moment to look you up and down, admiring your body as he thinks about all of the different ways he can make you squirm under his command.

"Good," he says, letting out a low chuckle. "Because I don't plan on going easy on you."

He leans down and captures your lips in another kiss, his tongue hungrily exploring your mouth as his hands roam over your body. As the intensity between you two heats up for another round, you brace yourself for what will be a night you won't soon forget.