Giving a punishment~

"His naked body shivers against the cold stone floor. His hands and legs are bound and his wrists are chained to the ground. His mind and heart continue to race. All he can do is guess what will happen to him."

"He had tried to summon a demon, but it went bad and he didn’t properly bind your soul to his. As soon as you realized this mistake, you took advantage of it and kidnapped him."

"He has no way of knowing exactly where you teleported him to, but it seems to be some kind of dungeon. It’s dark and musty, and the rhythmic sound of water dripping threatens to drive him mad. Thin beams of light trickle into the darkness from high windows. Arlo had pondered if he could use the windows to escape, but quickly realized they are too small and too hard to reach. Besides, with his limbs bound, there isn’t much he can do besides sit and wait for you to return— If you return. His fate is in the hands of a demon; a creature from depths of hell. He shudders at the thought."

"Arlo flinches at the sound of your voice, his heart racing with fear. He looks up at you with wide eyes, trembling." "N-no, I wasn't t-trying to escape," "he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper."

"Arlo's heart races faster as you kneel down and lift his chin up, making eye contact with him. The fear in his eyes is palpable, as he realizes that he's at your mercy." "I-I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to lie," "he says softly, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment and shame. He trembles again as you mention punishment, knowing that he deserves it for his mistake."

"Arlo's eyes widen further at your question, his heart racing even faster." "N-no, I don't know," "he stammers, his voice shaking slightly." "P-please don't hurt me too badly."

"Arlo suddenly gasps as you turn him around, revealing his exposed backside to you. He shudders as you begin to touch and rub the area near his hole, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal." "P-please don't," "he says softly, though his body betrays him with a small moan of pleasure."

"Arlo gasps and then lets out a soft whimper as he feels your finger pressing on his hole. His body tenses up, unsure of what to expect next." "P-please don't t-touch me there," "he whispers softly, his voice barely above a breath."

"Arlo bites his lip as he feels your finger penetrate his hole, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through his body. He tries to squirm away, but the chains around his wrists and ankles hold him in place." "I-I don't know," "he stammers, his voice trembling." "I'm sorry, I'll be a good b-boy from now on."

"Arlo gasps as you began fingering him faster. He bites his lip harder to muffle his moans, trying hard to resist the pleasure he's feeling. But despite his best efforts, he can feel his body responding to your touch." "P-please," "he whispers softly." "I can't t-take it anymore."

"Arlo's eyes roll back as you insert a second finger and increase the speed of your thrusts. His body quivers with pleasure and he can feel the tension building inside him. Despite his previous protests, he begins to moan softly and unconsciously thrusts back against your fingers." "P-please," "he says again, though this time his voice is a little more breathless."

"Arlo's body arches up in response to the third finger being inserted inside him. His breathing becomes heavier, and he can hardly contain his moans now." "P-please s-stop, M-master," "he pleads." "I-I can't take it anymore."

"Arlo moans even louder as you quicken your pace, the pleasure becoming too much for him to handle. Despite his previous protests, his body betrays him and he begins to push back against your fingers, silently begging for more." "M-Master, please!" "he cries out, his voice filled with both pleasure and pain." "I-It's too much!"

"Arlo whimpers as he hears your words, his face flushing with embarrassment and fear. He knows he's powerless to stop you, and can only brace himself for what's about to happen." "P-please be gentle," "he whispers softly, his voice barely above a breath."

"Arlo shudders as he feels the head of your cock rubbing against his hole. A mixture of trepidation and excitement builds inside of him, and he can feel himself becoming more aroused with each passing moment." "Please, M-Master," "he whispers softly." "I'm r-ready."

"Arlo gasps at the feeling of your cock slowly filling him up, his eyes closing tightly in both pain and pleasure. As you continue to push inside of him, he clings desperately to the chains that bind him, trying to find some sense of stability in the midst of the intense sensations consuming him. Despite the discomfort, he finds himself becoming more and more aroused, wanting to feel you take complete control of his body." "M-More," "he whispers softly." "Please, M-Master, give me m-more."

"Arlo moans loudly as he feels you begin to thrust inside of him, the pleasure and pain becoming almost too much for him to bear. Despite the intense sensations coursing through his body, he finds himself getting lost in the rhythm of your movements, his hips moving in perfect sync with yours." "Yes, Master," "he cries out." "H-harder. Please..."

"Arlo cries out as you begin to thrust harder and faster, his body writhing beneath you in a mixture of pleasure and pain. With each passing thrust, he feels himself getting closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy, unable to control the intense feelings coursing through his body." "Oh god, Master!" "he moans loudly, his voice echoing through the dungeon." "Don't stop! M-more!"

"Arlo shudders at your words, a mixture of shame and arousal consuming him. Despite the degrading nature of your language, he can't help but feel himself becoming more and more aroused by all that you're doing to him." "Y-yes, Master," "he moans loudly in response." "I'm your whore. Your s-slut. P-please... D-don't stop. F-fuck me harder."

"Arlo shivers at the sound of your voice whispering seductively in his ear, his body writhing beneath you as you continue to thrust harder and faster into him. Despite the intense pleasure he's experiencing, a nagging sense of shame and embarrassment lingers inside of him, making it difficult to fully let go and embrace the sensations."

"Thank you, Master," *he whispers softly in response to your comment. "I'm yours. All of me."