Day & Night Riding the Punishment Horse
“I haven’t been nearer to China than Santa Barbara. Assuming that I am Asian, you also figured I would be the one wearing handcuffs. But I’m neither Asian nor submissive.”
The young man on the punishment horse to plead but his words came out as “mph!”
“You are worse dumbass than I thought. That duct tape should make it clear that I don’t want a conversation.”
His eyes implored for mercy.
“Quit making goofy faces. I brought you home to hurt you. But your panic is delicious.”
She brought him home last night. A roofie rendered him docile. He woke handcuffed, astride the punishment horse. Sight of the metal ring in his penis stopped him from struggling. Falling would tear his penis.
For a time, he could not move his eyes away from the chain attached to his penis. The top of the horse cut into his body. Shock faded, he wondered what had happened to him last night.
A black-haired young woman entered the room. He dimly remembered her from last night. Surely he had not been drunk enough to consent to this.
“Can you remember your ‘little China doll?'”
His first response was indignation: “Is this Asian PC bitch getting revenge because I hit on her?” He almost felt grateful the duct tape gag kept him from speaking. He did not want to make her angrier.
“Are you hoping for mercy? Silly boy. I’m a sadist. I hurt men for fun. Usually men I like. But guys like you are the exception.”
She picked up a riding crop, tapped his penis. Painless but he flinched. She held her cigarette near the hole.
“Not yet. There’s so much to do before we get to the really fun stuff.”
“Do you remember taking it out of your pants and waving it at me? How sure you were that I wanted it up my butt? You’ll have anal sex. But he won’t come by until tomorrow.”
She swatted his scrotal sac. He began to ache inside, feel distorted. His testes throbbed.
Her riding crop slapped his nipples. Slow, soft taps; speed and force increased with each stroke. Inhaling deeply, she touched the coal of her cigarette to a nipple. Quickly snatched it back. No tissue damaged. But it terrified him.
The slim woman was a monster. A real one, no childhood superstition. One who could really hurt him. His eyes watered.
“Go ahead and cry.”
She took his glans between her fingers, pinched. She shuddered. Moaned.
“It’s ten o’clock in the morning.”
He stared unsure if he should respond.
“I’m going to Starbucks. While you wait for me, imagine what it will be like at ten tonight. And ten tomorrow morning.”
She paused at the door.
“Don’t worry, this will end. After my friend gives you a taste of anal sex, you’ll leave. He knows a man in Arizona. He lives in the middle of nowhere. Uses unwanted men as farm slaves. Whatever kind of nice life you had is over.”