Author's note: This story depicts a consensual sub-dom relationship between a cis man and a trans masculine person. It includes themes of public sex and public humiliation, domination, impact play, and rough/painful sex. All characters are above the age of 18. Terms used to describe the trans character's genitalia include "pussy", "hole", and "little dick". These are terms I personally like to use as a trans masculine person.
I would recommend reading part one first for the build up, and for the context of what Michael is being punished for!
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"Okay, boy, I allowed you to cum, but now it's time to make up for disobeying me."
I am all of a sudden aware that his finger is still in my ass as he lets me out of his embrace and starts pulling me along with him, using his finger as a hook. I stumble along next to him, the combination of my recent orgasm and his finger inside of me making it a little hard to walk properly. He leads me over to an area between two big boulders that is somewhat more secluded than the open riverbank where we had just been. His finger leaves my ass as he barks:
"On your knees, boy." I instantly comply and fall to my knees in front of him. His dick sways rock hard in front of my face. He grabs my chin firmly and turns my face up towards him to meet his eyes.
"I'm going to punish you now. You are my boy, and you are supposed to do as I say." He holds my gaze quietly, squeezing my chin and cheeks, and slowly rubbing his thumb across my lips. His touch makes me pant, and I feel a delicious ache deep in my pelvis. He lets go of my chin and forces three fingers into my mouth as he asks, "you got something you want to say to me, slut?"
Trying to speak with his fingers in my mouth is challenging, but I manage to make out "I'm sshhorry addy... I'm shorry phor dishobeyin you. Pweash pumish me, I desherve it."
"That's right. I'm going to use you as the filthy slut you are. All your holes belong to me, and I can do what I want with them. I don't care if it hurts. You can struggle and complain, and I'm still going to take what's mine." His words make me tremble. I'm terrified of what's about to happen, but my pussy is leaking and throbbing with anticipation all the same. "Tell me you understand, boy." He takes his fingers out of my mouth and starts rubbing his big dick across my face.
"Yes, daddy. All my wet holes are yours to use however you want. Please teach me to be a good boy and take it all." I feel a desperate need for his validation, to hear him call me his good boy again, to hear him tell me he is proud of me. I can see the lust burning even hotter in his eyes at my words, and he lets out a growl.
"Open your fucking mouth, slut. Stick out your tongue." I do as I'm told and he spits into my mouth, making me moan. He pushes himself into my mouth, grabs hold of my head and starts moving it up and down on his rock hard cock, getting a little deeper each time until he is pushing against the back of my throat. His grip on my head tightens as he thrusts hard and pushes himself all the way down my throat until my nose touches his belly. He holds himself there for several seconds. I start to gag a little and he groans as he feels my throat squeeze his cock. The feeling of gagging and being deprived of air sends a wave of pleasure from my throat down to my pussy and my hips thrust in the air, desperate to find some stimulation. When he lets me come up for air I moan and can't help but bring my hand down to stroke my sopping wet little dick. But I've barely started rubbing myself when I feel a hard slap across my face.
"Did I say that you could touch yourself, boy? You know you need to ask for permission first." He slaps me again and grabs me by the throat.
"I-I'm sorry daddy. I couldn't help it." With his hand around my throat he drags me over so that I am kneeling with my back right up against the boulder.
"Put your hands behind you and hold on to your ankles. Don't let go until I tell you to. Daddy is gonna use your wet mouth and you're just gonna take it. Open up."
He pushes his cock back down my throat and starts thrusting at a steady pace. With my head against the rock behind me and my hands on my ankles he has complete control of the speed and the depth of his thrusts. It doesn't take long until tears are streaming down my face and I am struggling to control my gagging. I have to focus with all my might on keeping my hands on my ankles as they are instinctively wanting to push on his thighs to allow me to take a full breath. But taking his dick deep down my throat turns me on like nothing else and I am determined to make him proud, so I do my best to take whatever small breaths I can muster in between thrusts. But suddenly he pushes all the way in to the hilt and stays there, while also pinching my nose closed with his fingers.
"Fuuuck yeah, choke on daddy's big dick, boy. This throat pussy is mine. You breathe when I allow you to," he growls. He keeps himself pushed all the way in for what seems like an eternity and I am starting to consider breaking the hand-on-ankles rule to try to get free. But just as I start feeling panicked about not getting to breathe, he pulls all the way out of my mouth and I cough and gasp for air. Long strings of spit connect my mouth with his dick and drip down over my chin and chest. I feel dizzy and overwhelmed with air deprivation and horniness, and when he bends down and kisses me deeply it sends sparks through my entire body. He breaks the kiss and brings his hand to my face and roughly wipes it off.
"Such a messy boy," he says, almost sweetly, as he pulls me to my feet. And I am indeed a wet, slobbery mess of tears and spit and pussy juices, which he discovers when he dips a hand in between my thighs. His stern tone returns. "Don't think I'm done with you yet, though. I think you enjoyed that a little bit too much to have learned your lesson. Turn around, and put your hands on the wall. Stick that slutty little ass out."