I chose the middle table and climbed up on top, on all fours. I looked back at my Daddy, looking at him to lead. To tell me what to do.
Jasper’s back was still facing me and I watched as the others took their seats.
“Go to your masters,” Jasper commanded. “And learn.”
They obeyed, going to sit at the feet of their orcs or even on their laps.
Jasper stepped away for a moment, grabbing a bag from the floor that I hadn’t noticed. He pulled out a black box, turning to look at me.
I was the only one that could see the devilish smile he wore now, and it made me shiver.
“Take off your underwear,” he growled.
I swallowed hard and reached down, sliding them down and then kicking them to the floor. Jasper grazed his fingers down my back, then below— running them across my stomach and pelvis.
My cock started to harden and I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent.
His hand was wide enough to spread over most of my ass, and I knew he was about to spank me. I sucked in a breath just as his palm slapped me, the sound cracking through the room followed by the lightning bolt of pain.
I let out a small cry and was met with a growl. “I don’t want to hear it, boy. The more you cry, the more you get.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.
He spanked me again, ensuring to get the other cheek. I groaned, my voice cracking.
“This runt had the balls to run from me last night,” Jasper said, rubbing the skin “And now he will face his punishment.”
His hand slid down lower again and I choked on a cry as he gripped my balls and tugged them. He squeezed, causing the skin around them to tighten.
I looked down between my legs, sucking in a breath.
I was so hard. My cock pulsed, precum dripping from the tip. I could just see the faces of those that watched us, only for a moment before focusing on my shaft.
Jasper squeezed tighter and I winced, biting on my lower lip.
He chuckled and I knew he was letting the tension get to me.
This was my punishment, I just realized.
“Daddy,” I whispered.
“Thank me for the pain, and then you might be rewarded,” he growled.
I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest and ears.
He was going to torture me, and I wanted him to. I wanted the pain.
There was something freeing within it. Erotic.
“My boy here has earned a punishment, so I will start with slapping his balls,” Jasper said, giving them another squeeze. “He will thank me for it, even if he’s sobbing. He enjoys pain like this, but he still knows his safe word, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Good. When engaging in activities like this, safe words are crucial. Knowing each other’s limits is crucial too. We are still learning each other, so he will use his if he needs to, won’t you boy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I confirmed.
I swallowed hard again, fighting off a whimper just as he slapped my balls.