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Patreon Compilation – Fic#119 – Reaper/Sombra – cock and ball torture (just ball torture, really); Dom/sub; sadism/masochism; mean Dom – No Escape
🕑 Added 2021-03-10 07:15:48 +0000 UTCSombra is a mean little dom and Reaper is a pushover for bossy women.
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“Hey… stand still! You’re distracting me!” Olivia digs her heel a few times into Gabriel’s back to get his attention after hours of having him kneel as a footstool for her.
His only response is a low groan and him slightly shifting into a better position. He probably hadn’t thought that she would hold out for this long. Usually she is more impatient, wanting to get to the good stuff as soon as Gabriel showed even a modicum of submission.
This time, she seems to have made up her mind to do it properly – which apparently meant to have him kneel in his humbler and be her furniture for hours on end.
He’s been a surprisingly patient little bitch, Olivia can’t complain there. Still, she lets him wait for almost an hour longer just to drive it home and see his limits before she finally pulls her legs off of him and pauses the video she’s been watching.
“Go and fetch my slippers.”
It takes a few seconds to penetrate the fog in his head, but then he starts moving, slow and with jerky movements as he has to get his limbs back under control from being locked in the same position on the same place for hours on end. He’s too slow for her tastes.
As he is past her, she jerks her leg a little and kicks her toes into the heavy hang of his sac, presented beautifully to her by the humbler he is wearing.
He is used to her hurting his testicles – though not so suddenly and without warning. He hiccups a weird little sound, upper body almost crumbling to the floor. Had he been standing, he would probably have tripped and fallen to the ground (which… is a really nice mental image).
“Faster! I don’t have all night!” Olivia hisses. It’s a lie, but it drives the point home.
She’s doing this out of the goodness of her heart. She’s doing this for him because she is such a goddamn good person. Gabriel doesn’t talk back. He just gets back up and starts crawling again, his testicles bouncing and swinging with his every move. God, she’s so unbelievably into hurting them…
There is no feeling quite like having a big man like Gabriel fold like a wet tissue just because a little girl is a bit mean to his fat breeder sac.
He comes back with her purple, fluffy slippers balanced on his broad back so he wouldn’t drool on them when holding them in his mouth. He obviously remembers the last time she told him to bring them over.
Olivia brushes her hand over his head and gives his cheek a few pats while she takes the slippers off of him.
“There you go. You’re so fucking good at following orders, aren’t you? No wonder you love so much being in Talon. They adore little sheep that follow along.” She stands and rubs her hand along his spine, one of her slippers in her hand, poised to strike-
which she does, once again without warning. The sole of the shoe is soft other than the little nubs all over it so she wouldn’t slip on the floor.
It makes quite the satisfying sound when it hits the big balls; a nice, meaty thwack that is accentuated by Gabriel’s muffled sound of pain; not quite a squawk but also louder than just a groan.
“You know… they’re kinda wasted on you, aren’t they?” She hits again, smacking his ballsac as if hitting a misbehaving butt on the ass. “They’re so big and juicy… but they only shoot blanks, aren’t they? What you even got them for? Hmmm…”
She shifts around again to slap their side with the slipper, causing them to swing slightly. Fuck, she loves that sight. And she loves the sheen of sweat that starts to coat Gabriel’s body just around that time in their game. He loathes the pain just as much as he loves it.
“Just to have those that are better than you smack them around, I suppose. Aren’t I right? Huh? Tell me!” She stands up and lifts one foot, pressing her toes against Gabriel’s nuts to squeeze them meanly between the hard wood of the humbler and her foot. The wraith groans, head sinking down to hang between his biceps as he tries to rationalize his way through the pain radiating through his body.
Olivia’s brows lower. She pulls her foot back again.
“Answer me!” and jerks it forward, kicking the heavy sac with the top of her foot.
Gabriel tumbles forward onto his shoulders. He looks like he wants to reach between his thighs and hold his junk, but he knows that that will only make things worse; he just about can keep from doing so.
“Y-Yeah…” it’s barely above a whisper but she lets him get away with it. He looks just so cute, curled into a weird ball with his ass still in the air.
“You’re pathetic,” she says while looking around her room thoughtfully for what else she can do to him. “I wonder what you’d hate most. Getting them crushed or slapped. You know, I think I have one of those ancient fucking books lying around. Like a real tome. I could drop it on your nuts and call it a night. Don’t think you’d come up from that one.”
Gabriel is shuddering, breathing harshly and slowly unfolding himself from his balled up position again to plant his forearms on the ground, hands balled into fists. “What… Whatever you want,” he replies. To his credit, his voice is only slightly shaking.
“That’s damn fucking right! Wow, you’re so good at this!” She pats his rump while still looking around for something suitable to torture him with. She should’ve been better prepared, honestly… Oh well. Next time she’ll have a nice riding crop. For now, a broad belt will have to do.
Nice and careful. Don’t go overboard, she reminds herself as she folds the broad length slowly in on itself, fingers brushing over the created loop to make sure everything is nice and smooth.
“You don’t get to do anything. Just kneel there and offer me your useless sac.”
He does. Good God, he really does: offering himself up at the mercy of a girl that could be his daughter and is about third his body weight.
She moves the belt slowly, only lightly brushing it over the heavily hanging testicles to prepare him for the sensation of it.
Slowly but surely this morphs into her giving him light taps. He takes it all stoically, no sound coming over his lips which… is no fun. No fun at all. She doesn’t want to break him, but she wants to hurt him. She wants him to break out in tears and beg her to go easy on him. She wants to reduce him into a quivering mess that feels like his balls are swollen to the size of grapefruits.
So she steps up the pace. Or rather, the force of impact. The first real slap has his head jerk up and a low grunt ripped from him obviously without his permission.
She slaps her hand between his shoulder blades to remind him to keep nice and down, nails lightly digging into his skin.
“Stay, big boy. I’ve just started. Hmmm I wonder how long I can make you unable to sit in those boring fucking meetings. I think I’d love seeing you wriggle around on your chair because your nuts are hurting from the spanking I delivered…”
Having gotten a feeling for how hard she can slap him, she lets her arm swipe down to catch his testicles right where they’re nice and round, momentarily crushing them against the wooden board of the old-fashioned humbler she has procured just for him and his filthy needs.
Gabriel makes a sound like he is choking on his own tongue. His elbows almost give way before he can put some effort into holding himself up, his body now shaking slightly.
Olivia doesn’t give him a reprieve this time. It wouldn’t do to let him recover again before each and every slap. Letting him do that would be counter productive, now, would it?
So she slaps him. Again and again. When he finally cries out, it is cathartic even for her, the sound rolling through her body almost like an orgasm and ending in a delicious pulse in her cunt. She bites her bottom lip, eyes burning because she hasn’t blinked in so long as she keeps digging her nails in between his shoulder blades and continues slapping his vulnerable balls until finally, finally, he can’t hold still any longer.
Gabriel falls onto his side, balling up small, hands thrust between his thighs to hold on to his swollen, blood hot testicles while he makes choked sounds of pain.
Olivia throws the belt away from herself and thrusts her hand into her pants to round her clit in frantic little strokes until she comes like a fright train, never taking the eyes off of the man she’s hurt so bad.
Fuck, this is absolutely delicious.
