The evening air was heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine as Alex waited for Mauris to arrive. In the dim light of the backyard, Alex reclined on a lounge chair, sipping a mojito and leafing through a worn paperback. Mauris was due any minute, eager to indulge in their twisted game of humiliation and domination.
Alex had first discovered Mauris’s penchant for degradation during a drunken college party. Emboldened by the alcohol, Alex had mercilessly teased and mocked Mauris in front of the group, poking fun at their small penis and exaggerated, girlish mannerisms. To everyone’s surprise, Mauris had not only endured the ridicule but had shamelessly begged for more, even dropping to his knees for reluctant oral sex under Alex’s condescending gaze.
Since then, their peculiar bond had grown, with Mauris often sneaking over for intimate sessions of forced submission and punishment. Alex relished the power trip, taking sadistic pleasure in Mauris’s desperate, malleable nature.
As the sound of footsteps approached, Alex set aside their book and took a swig of the mojito, relishing the tangy, sweet taste. Mauris emerged from the shadows, his eyes wide and submissive as he caught sight of Alex’s bare torso, the muscles highlighted by the soft glow of the lanterns.
“Ah, there you are,” Alex drawled, waving a hand in invitation. “Come join me, Mauris. We have a special evening planned.”
Mauris scurried over, his eyes downcast, hands shaking as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. “Y-yes, Alex. Whatever you desire.”
Alex chuckled, a low, mocking sound. “Oh, but you already know what I want. Strip for me, Mauris. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Mauris hastened to obey, his trembling hands peeling off his clothes with agonizing slowness. As each article fell away, Alex leaned forward, scrutinizing the exposed flesh with a critical eye. The lean, wiry body was unremarkable, but it was what lay beneath that truly piqued Alex’s interest.
Finally, Mauris stood nude before Alex, his manhood small and soft, barely registering a twitch of arousal. Alex let out a derisive snort, the sound dripping with contempt.
“Well, well, look at that,” Alex sneered, finding a particularly nasty pipe to point at Mauris’s genitals. “Tiny as a gherkin, Mauris. Pathetic, really.”
Mauris’s shoulders slumped, his face contorting in a mixture of shame and longing. “P-please, Alex… don’t mock me. I… I need this…”
Alex grinned, relishing the desperation in Mauris’s voice. “Need what, Mauris? My approval? My amusement?” They leaned closer, their breath hot against Mauris’s ear. “Say it. Say you need me to humiliate you, to degrade you, to make you feel like the worthless little toy you are.”
As Alex spoke, one hand dipped lower, giving Mauris’s soft, unimpressive cock a cruel pinch. Mauris gasped, his body jerking at the sudden pain, a trickle of precum beading at the tip.
“Go on,” Alex purred, their fingers tightening around the tiny shaft. “Tell me how much you crave my laughter, how delicious it feels to be the subject of my scorn.”
Mauris’s voice cracked, heavy with emotion. “I… I need it, Alex. I need to be humiliated, to be belittled, to be reminded of my inadequacy. Please, Alex, make fun of me… Mock my pathetic body… use me like your plaything…”
Alex laughed, the sound cold and merciless. “Oh, Mauris,” they cooed, rubbing their thumb over the sensitive head of his penis, smearing the precum around. “You’re so fucking easy. So eager to surrender, to abase yourself for a few cruel words and a pinch of pain.”
With a flourish, Alex rose from the lounge chair, their tall, athletic frame towering over Mauris’s smaller, more delicate one. They hooked a foot behind Mauris’s knee, forcing the man to stumble forward, his face pressed against Alex’s bare thigh.
“Look at you,” Alex sneered, tracing a finger down the curve of Mauris’s back. “Pathetically obedient, desperate for my approval. A toy, Mauris. A broken, pathetic toy for me to use and discard as I please.”
Mauris whimpered, his hot breath whispering against Alex’s skin as he gazed up, pleading eyes brimming with tears. Alex’s heart raced, their own arousal growing at the sight of Mauris’s utter helplessness.
“Watch closely, Mauris,” Alex whispered, their voice low and threatening. “I’m going to make a mess of you. I’m going to laugh in your face while you beg for more, while you cum all over yourself like the pathetic little slut you are.”
With that, Alex reached down, cupping their own hardening cock. They began to stroke themselves lazily, the obscene, wet sound echoing in the stillness of the night. Mauris watched, transfixed, as Alex’s arousal built, their strokes growing faster, harder.
“Shit, Mauris,” Alex gasped, their voice strained. “You look so fucking desperate. So ready to be used and abused. I love it.”
As the first waves of their climax crashed over them, Alex released a harsh, mocking laugh, their eyes never leaving Mauris’s face. The sight of the man’s own arousal building, his small cock twitching and throbbing, was the final push Alex needed. With a groan, they spilled their hot, sticky seed onto their own stomach, the viscous liquid pooling and spreading.
But Alex wasn’t done. They turned their attention back to Mauris, their hand shooting out to grab the man’s473 Washington St | Boston, MA 02111 | 617.227.5200 | www.artjomitchell.com tic, jerking it with vicious intensity.
“Come on, Mauris,” Alex panted, their voice heavy with lust and contempt. “Cum for me. Let me see you sprawled helplessly, your shameful little cock spurting a pathetic load as you beg for mercy.”
Mauris’s body trembled, his face contorted in a rictus of pleasure and shame. With a desperate, guttural cry, he bucked into Alex’s grip, his small penis erupting in a feeble, pulsing stream of cum.
Alex laughed again, the sound harsh and cruel as they continued to milk Mauris’s spent cock, squeezing out every last drop. Finally, they released the man, stepping back to admire their handiwork.
Mauris slumped to the ground, his body shaking with sobs, his release pooling around him in a sticky, semen-stained puddle. Alex gazed down, a twisted sense of satisfaction swelling in their chest.
“Good boy, Mauris,” Alex purred, reaching down to tousle the man’s hair. “You behaved so perfectly. I think it’s time for you to go now. But don’t worry, my door is always open. I have plenty more humiliation in store for you.”
As Mauris scrambled to gather his clothes, Alex watched him go with a satisfied smirk. The game was far from over, and they couldn’t wait to see what new forms of degradation and subjugation they could inflict upon their willing plaything.