Touch of Glass

The pain was excruciating. His stomach cramped. His dick had never been harder in his life.

That wasn’t entirely true. Jacob knew exactly how to drive him wild with lust, but this session was top tier. He’d flogged him for hours, leaving his back raw, tender, and dripping blood. He’d then shoved a large, well lubed plug up Marc’s ass in one fast thrust. The unprepped penetration had made Marc feel as if he'd been split in two, but he knew that his loose hole, accustomed to the most violent treatments, would swallow it without any actual damage. With the plug safely in place, Jacob started beating him. He hadn’t bothered with a paddle or a cane this time, pounding his legs, arms, and ass with his fists. The ones that hurt the most were the punches to the asscheeks, as they made the plug shift uncomfortably. The punches were Marc’s favorites. Jacob’s too. Truly, they were a match made in heaven.

Once he'd grown bored with the punches, Jacob had ripped the plug out of Marc’s asshole and shoved his clenched fist inside it. He’d been ramming it in and out since. And though Marc couldn’t see, he was certain Jacob was elbow-deep inside him. Marc’s cock throbbed against the padded bench, begging for release. Jacob opened his hand inside him and yanked it out, pulling out his guts out. Knowing he’d prolapsed drove him over the edge and he released thick ropes of cum, feeling his insides dangle out of his ass.

“Fuck, that must be almost two fucking inches!” Jacob laughed, flicking at his inside-out guts. I wonder how much more we can pull out? Maybe one day we’ll manage to unravel it entirely.”

Marc panted heavily, his mind reeling from the pain and pleasure of his orgasm. Jacob walked in front of him and grabbed his hair, yanking his head up to gain better access to his mouth. Marc opened his lips, letting Jacob thrust his dick deep down his throat, blocking his airway. Jacob remained like that until Marc’s body began to jerk on its own as he gasped for air. Then, he moved back his cock enough to allow him a few gulps of air before ramming it back in. A couple of powerful thrusts later, Jacob came down his throat.

“We should get rid of safewords,” he said casually as he unclasped Marc's restraints. “We never use them anyway.”

Marc got hard again at the thought. “Fuck yeah!” he breathed, his voice strained. “That would be so fucking hot.”

He wiggled his prolapsed rectum happily before tucking it back in.

“That's my good slut,” Jacob sneered. “Now, go back in your cage until I decide to use you again.”

Utterly drained, Marc crawled into the dog crate where he'd been spending his time these last few weeks. He loved being discarded like that, used like nothing more than a fuck doll for Jacob's amusement then thrown away like an old, dirty sock once he’d had his fun.

The cage was cramped, especially considering how tall and muscular he was, making it impossible for him to find a comfortable position. He knew he would be sore in the morning, even more than if it was just fucking/beating.

This was how he liked it.

Marc’s whole body ached when he went to work the next day. Every time he'd moved in his office chair, got up to fetch something, or waved to a colleague, a flash of pain passed through him, bringing with it memories of last night. He got some concerned looks from his coworkers when he winced, but that excited him more. He’d had to tuck himself back in after prolapsing while taking a shit. Nothing new under the sun.

He decided to grab a beer at his favorite BDSM club, the Black Velvet, before heading home. Jacob wouldn't be back yet, so there was no sense going home straight away. He was happy to see Corrine, his best friend and a regular at the club, sitting at the bar. She was a big fan of edging and denial, and loved to keep men in cock cages. He plopped on the stool beside her, letting out a grunt when his abused ass connected with the leather cushion.

“Sounds like you had fun last night,” Corrine chuckled.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” Marc grinned.

“You’re beaming,” Corrine looked at him. “Was it really that good? I want to know every single detail.”

Marc gave her a detailed summary of his session, complete with sound effects and hand gestures, much to her delight.

“But that’s not the best part,” he concluded excitedly. “We decided no safewords.”

Corrine’s laughter died in her throat, her eyes widening.

“Marc, you’re not serious?”

Marc shook his head.

“It’s fine. It’s so much hotter to be completely at his mercy, without any way to stop whatever he wants to do, you know?”

“There’s a reason safewords are one of the most important aspects of BDSM. You could decide to, I don’t know, have a negative consequence for using one? Like, something you really don’t want to happen, but know you can handle. But getting rid of it entirely? That’s not safe.”

“Where’s the fun in being safe?” Marc laughed. “Besides, I haven’t used my safeword in years. Not since I was new to the scene and getting used to the whole thing. Not having one won’t change anything, it’ll just make everything more.”

“Marc, please think about it. I get it, it's hot, the way being kidnapped or serial killers are hot, in a fantasy or roleplay kind of way, but not in real life.”

“It won’t change anything. Why would I suddenly need it?”

“What if you do? Okay, you haven’t used it in years. But let’s say Jacob decides to experiment with something new, and you realise you don’t like it? Or you’re feeling under the weather, or are in a bad mood, or whatever, but he wants to do it anyway? You haven’t even been together for that long.”

“I’m imagining, and I find it hot as hell,” Marc answered.

“That’s because you’re not actually living it. Of course it’s hot in your mind, that doesn’t mean it would be in real life.”

“Hey, I need to go,” Marc finished his beer in one gulp and stood, ignoring the concern written all over his friend’s face. “Jacob will be home soon.”

On the way home, he replayed the conversation in his mind. He'd hoped Corrine would understand, but he couldn't blame her. He knew this was a sensitive subject, and rightly so. He'd never advise a beginner not to use a safeword, but he was far from a beginner. For fuck’s sake! He knew what he was doing.

He shook his head. It didn’t matter. Corrine would see that he was fine, and he was going to have a lot of fun. He couldn’t wait to see what Jacob had in mind for him today.

Jacob didn’t disappoint. As soon as Marc stepped foot into the house, he greeted him, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

“Get naked, slut, it’s time to play.”

Though Marc towered over Jacob by a head, he always felt small when his Master talked to him like that, in the most wonderful way possible. He complied and dropped to his knees, waiting for further commands.

“Go kneel in the tub, slut.”

Without the slightest hesitation, Marc headed for the bathroom. Seeing the bathtub was full, he paused, but still dutifully did as told. The water was freezing. His cock got hard. When Jacob approached him with ropes, Marc hesitated.

“Wait, what are you going to do with those?”

“Tie you up, of course, you dumb bitch. And I don’t remember fuckdolls being allowed to question their Master’s orders,” he spat menacingly.

“Wait, I’m serious,” Marc continued. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that. I mean, it seems risky, I’d like to at least know what you’re going to do before we start.”

Jacob grabbed Marc’s hard dick under the water, squeezing it painfully.

“Too bad, we got rid of safewords, remember? But if you really don’t want to do this, I could always send some pictures to your family and colleagues instead. I really like the ones we took last week, with you all trussed up and dripping with cum with that huge traffic cone up your ass. You think they’d like them too?”

Marc swallowed hard. Jacob was right, it was what they'd agreed on, and what he wanted: to have his autonomy stripped away. He placed his hand behind his back and waited for his Master to tie him up.

Jacob tied him up tightly, binding his ankles to his wrists while leaving him in a kneeling position. He added a ball-gag in his month, effectively preventing any possible protest, and pressed a large black latex plug against his prostate and an automatic masturbator around his cock. The plastic tube fit encapsulated his member, the textured latex sleeve moving up and down through a succion movement provoked by a vacuuming mechanism. Finally, he secured a heavy metal ball to a collar around his neck.

“I’ll come back to check on you in a while. Don’t fall,” he mused before leaving, closing the door behind him.

A rush of panic coursed through Marc when the precarity of his position fully dawned on him, but the risk only fuelled his lust. The first orgasm tore through him after less than a minute, soon followed by a second one. Marc focused on keeping his balance, knowing that it would become harder with each orgasm, which would soon grow painful and exhausting. Sure enough, after the third orgasm, his legs began to shake. Marc breathed deeply through his nose, exhaling through his mouth, fighting to keep control of his body. The metal ball was pulling him down, and he knew that one wrong move would be his downfall. The door opened, and he thought the ordeal was over, but Jacob grinned and closed it. A new painful orgasm hit Marc, almost causing him to lose his balance. He closed his eyes, concentrating on his breathing, his teeth gritted against the gag.

He had to remain still.

He had to.

An involuntary jerk rattled him, combined with the metal ball, causing him to plunge forward, under the cold water. The gag prevented him from closing his mouth. What little air there was immediately escaped. He struggled to get back to the surface, but he was stuck, unable to breathe. His heart beat wildly, and it was all he could do not to inhale water in his panic. Despite everything, a new orgasm, stronger and more painful than the last, hit him like a freight train. As his vision blurred, Jacob’s hand grabbed his hair and dragged his face out of the water. He gasped for air, still shaking. His Master untied him and helped him out of the tub. He lay on the cold tiles, sputtering and shivering, as Jacob opened his fly and jerked off lazily over his half-drowned form. Despite all the extreme scenes they’d done together, Marc had never felt more degraded than when Jacob’s warm cum splattered onto his face while he was still panting and gasping for air.

It was glorious.

***

The next day, his phone buzzed. Corrine was displayed on the screen. Marc’s fingers hovered over the hangup button before finally picking up.

“Hey… Marc? I’m sorry if I upset you yesterday.” She said, her voice strained. “I didn’t mean to judge, okay. I’m worried, that’s all. You’re my friend, and I care about you. It all seems pretty risky, but in the end, I guess you’re the only one who can decide what risks you want to take. Just be careful, okay?”

Marc laughed nervously. Careful wasn’t a word he would have used to describe their last session, but it had been worth it.

“Don’t worry, Jacob knows what he’s doing. He wouldn’t seriously harm me.” I think, he almost added, but Corrine didn’t need to know that. That small part of uncertainty was gnawing at his stomach, but it was also what made everything so hot.

“You still have clear boundaries, right? You haven't decided to go no limits with no safeword?”

“Of course not, I know what I'm doing.”

When Jacob decided to use Marc again, a confusing mix of terror and arousal invaded him. This time, his Master hogtied him on his side on the floor, far away from a water source, which was both a relief and a disappointment. Jacob kicked him hard in the stomach, his boot connecting with Marc’s unprotected abdomen. Marc grunted, his dick was already throbbing with excitement. After a couple more kicks, Jacob grabbed a large glass sounding rod. Marc let out a low moan: he loved sounding, and they hadn’t done it in a while. Jacob lubed the rod and inserted it into Marc’s urethra for his greatest delight.

“Oh god, yes!” he breathed. “Fuck, that feels so goo-”

A kick to the head cut him off. Marc blinked in confusion. Jacob wasn’t supposed to do that. The stomach was already a risky area, but one he’d agreed to. The head? That was a whole other level. Before he had time to protest, the boot connected with his chest, then his stomach again, kicking the wind out of him. As he struggled to breathe for the second time in less than 24 hours, Jacob slowly pressed his boot on Marc’s cock. Marc’s eyes widened in horror.

“Wait!” he managed to plead, his voice strained. “You wouldn’t…”

“Oh? You think so?” Jacob scoffed before bringing his foot down brutally on the sensitive organ.

Marc shrieked as the glass rod shattered inside him, lacerating his cock from the inside. The pain was greater than anything he’d ever experienced, and so was the panic.

“Fuck! Fuck! What did you do? I need to go to the hospital right now!”

“Shut up,” Jacob snarled, kicking him in the crotch once more.

Marc felt dizzy. He couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. Jacob kicked him in the face again, and everything went black.

***

Marc woke in the hospital, confused and afraid. Noticing he was awake, a middle-aged male nurse with a well-kept beard gave him a disapproving glance.

“You realize, you are lucky to be alive? I know that people in your … community like risk, but this? It is entirely irresponsible. You had a concussion, so you’ll need to rest for the next couple of days. That means sleep for 24 hours and no physical activities of any kind, understand?” The nurse said.

Marc nodded, taken aback by the nurse’s tone. He felt like a child being scolded for doing something stupid, except he didn’t do anything. He had asked Jacob to stop, for fuck’s sake!

The nurse continued, “We were able to all the shards from your penis, and you shouldn’t suffer from any long lasting damage as long as you let that part rest, but believe me, it’s a miracle. I hope that you realize how serious this could have been?”

Marc nodded again. Before he could muster the strength to answer, Jacob’s voice rose from behind him.

“I told him that he shouldn’t play with that thing, but I think that he’s learned his lesson, haven’t you, Marc?”

“Yes, I have,” Marc answered automatically, so used to agreeing with his Master when he used that tone that it had become a reflex. He didn’t even think to argue, to say that it was Jacob who had inflicted the damage. He couldn’t do that to Jacob, he couldn’t betray him like that. And even if he wanted to, he couldn’t risk having him send the pictures to his family.

While Jacob was outside talking with the doctoress, his phone vibrated. He picked it up, feeling physically and emotionally drained.

“Marc? A little bird told me there was an ambulance leaving your home, are you okay?” Corrine said.

“Yeah … I fell down the stairs.”

“Bullshit, I know you too well, I can tell when you lie.”

“I’m not lying… I… Fuck.”

“Listen to me, I know I told you that the risks you decide to take are your choice, but I’ve been talking to others in the scene. Turns out, Jacob has a bad reputation in the club he used to go to before you met him. Nothing concrete, but he’d always push his partners to go further than they were comfortable, or mock them for setting boundaries. Maybe you haven’t noticed because your limits are so far away, but you have limits, Marc. Everyone does. Jacob is abusing you. This is dangerous, actually dangerous, not fun dangerous. You need to leave.”

Marc felt too dazed to respond. Jacob walked back into the room. Marc quickly hung up and put his phone away, feeling as if he’d been caught doing something wrong.

When the doctress released him after a final exam, he obediently climbed into Jacob’s car and let him drive him home. He even let him lock him in the crate, too stunned to complain. As time passed, the shock wore off, and his senses came back to him. He realized the thought of a new scene with Jacob didn’t thrill him: it scared him. That wasn’t right, it was too much, even for him. Playing with the idea of death or maiming might have been hot, but actually risking it? That wasn’t something he wanted. Corrine had been right, this wasn’t a good idea. When Jacob came back to open the cage, he had made up his mind. He stood up, towering over his Master.

“Getting rid of our safeword was a mistake.”

Jacob remained unperturbed, staring into the taller man’s eyes.

“Don’t be a pussy. You’re alive, aren’t you? Now kneel, I’m not done with you, slut.”

“No.”

Jacob chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down Marc’s spine.

“I thought you might react like that. I already prepared a nice little email to send to all your contacts,” Jacob turned his phone toward him. On the screen, Marc could see an email written in his mailbox, featuring multiple pictures of him in compromising positions. There was the one Jacob had already threatened him with, with the traffic cone stretching his ass, alongside many others where he could be seen tied up, beaten, pain and ecstasy written all over his face. “Shall I hit send, then?”

“No!” Marc screamed. “No, wait, please.”

“Then kneel.”

“Okay, okay.”

Marc obeyed despite the fear gripping him. If Jacob sent those emails, his life would be over. His boss would surely fire him, and his parents would be devastated. He would never be able to look them in the eyes again. He couldn’t allow that.

“Look,” he said in a placating tone. “The nurse said I almost died, remember? And my cock is in ruin right now. Just let me rest for a bit, okay? Then we can do whatever you want. It would be too dangerous to do anything right now, don’t you think?”

“Aw, are you scared? Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. I just want to tie you up and fuck your slutty little hole, that’s all.”

Marc’s heartbeat was still nowhere near a normal rhythm, but it had slowed. A simple fuck wouldn’t be too bad. The idea didn’t turn him on as it would have a couple of days ago, but it didn’t scare him either. Reluctantly, he let Jacob tie his hands behind his back and his ankles together with one of the many ropes they kept in their closet.

“God, I love having you at my mercy,” Jacob grinned.

Marc swallowed hard and closed his eyes, waiting for it to be over. He winced at the sting of the raw penetration, but that was a pain he was used to, that he normally loved. It was nothing he couldn’t handle. Jacob grabbed Marc’s mangled dick and jerked it through the bandages, causing him to yelp.

“Don’t! You said-”

Jacob slapped him in the face, making Marc’s ear ring as he blanched in fear.

“Shut your fucking mouth slut. I’ll use you how I please, and you better get used to it.”

Marc remained silent, letting Jacob fondle his ruined cock without complaining. The sensation was like having acid poured down his urethra and set on fire, and he was worried that it would cause permanent damage, but it was better than having him hit his head again after the concussion he’d just suffered. The heavy tears that ran down Marc’s cheek exciting Jacob more. His cock pulsed, filling Marc’s ass with warm cum.

When Jacob unmounted him and released him from his restraints, Marc flung himself at him. He felt trapped, and he needed to escape one way or another. If Jacob wouldn’t leave him alone, he’d make sure the man could never hurt him again. An unbridled rage joined his despair. He wasn't going to stop Jacob from harming him again, he was going to make him pay. Jacob was no match for Marc’s strength, and soon, it was Jacob who was tied to the floor, naked and helpless.

“Wait,” Jacob pleaded, his eyes wild with fear. “We can talk it out! It was just a game, right? I thought you liked it?”

“Oh, shut it,” Marc groaned, kicking him in the stomach. “We both know that’s bullshit. I enjoy BDSM, not abuse. You blackmailed me. You almost killed me, for fucks sake! Do you understand that? Yes, of course you understand, who am I kidding? That’s what turns you on, right?”

Jacob didn’t answer, and Marc could see in his eyes that he knew arguing would be pointless.

Marc went to the kitchen and came back with a large knife.

“Pull out your tongue.”

Jacob shook his head vehemently.

“Pull out your tongue,” Marc repeated, “Or I’m going to break your ribcage, carve out your spleen, and make you swallow it.”

This time, Jacob obeyed. Marc grabbed his tongue, squeezing it between his nails, and sliced it off with a fluid movement of the well-honed knife.

“There, I’m done listening to your bullshit forever.” He slapped Jacob in the face with the severed tongue, relinquishing the sight of the blood pouring from his mouth. “Actually, I think that I’m going to make you swallow your spleen anyway. I mean, you didn’t bother keeping your promise, so why should I?”

Jacob tried to speak, but Marc ignored the gurgle coming out of his mouth. He stuck the blade into his abdomen, sawing through his sternum before wrenching it open with his bare hands. He rummaged around the left side until he found something reddish-purple and bean-shaped. If he remembered his anatomy lessons correctly, that must be it. Grabbing his knife again, he carved it out before pressing it against Jacob’s lips. The man was barely breathing, but Marc didn’t care. He pushed the bloody flesh deeper into his throat until it disappeared entirely. By the time he was done, Jacob had stopped breathing. Marc felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted from his chest.

A big smile stretched his lips.

He was free.