writhing, squirming and sobbing, he sat pitifully on the chair, arms tied behind the chair with pink rope, digging into his muscular arms, leaving pretty red marks and dents, a reminder for after of what happened.
prior to this, he was going around, blissfully unaware of the torture that soon awaited him. he was settling down for the night in his barracks, dressed in nothing more than a loose pair of sweatpants and a baggy worn down t-shirt.
he was already laying down in his bed, eyes closed, dozing off to sleep, when he felt a sudden pressure on his mouth, a scent of a sweet, syrupy chemical entering his nose. he could feel a sensation of diziness and lightheadedness wash over him, as his limbs grew heavy, world closing in on itself before he fell unconcious, black washing over his vision.
when he woke up, he could hear your whisper.
a punishment, you told him. a punishment for his behaviour during the day. he fucked up so bad at work, messed up his reports, missions went to hell, all because he was distracted.
and you couldn't allow that to continue, could you?
the room was dark, the scent of suspense and sin tangled with the air. his skin was prickling, his breaths were shaky and broken, muscles tense against the restraints binding him in place.
he couldn't see where you were. he couldn't see what you were doing. he couldn't see what awaited him.
the soft black fabric of the blindfold shifted slightly as his head tilted from side to side, desperation and need rushing through his body, needing to see you. needing to feel you. needing your touch on him.
all he could sense from you when you finally reentered the room was the smell of your perfume, one he's accustomed himself to over the years of being together with you, and your soft footsteps which padded against the floorboards.
"don't move. don't speak. you know what you've done, and now you're gonna have to pay for it."
he didn't even have time to process what that meant, before you grabbed his jaw roughly, pulling his head towards you, using two fingers to pry his scarred lips wide open.
then, shoving your fingers deep into his throat, you pushed a pill into his mouth, other hand situating itself on his throat.
"either swallow the pill yourself, or i'll force you to swallow it."
the gagging was audible. you could see his face twist and writhe with discomfort and pain that bordered on a kind of sick masochistic pleasure.
but still, he wasn't going to give in so easily.
he was still a colonel, after all.
he had some fight left in him.
he didn't swallow. he sat there, struggling, with your fingers lodged far in his throat.
the hand on his throat squeezed tighter, moving slightly to find itself on his esophagus, pressing your fingers hard into his neck to force him to swallow the pill.
the moment you saw him swallow, you pulled your hand away, fingers leaving his throat, wiping them on his cheek as you left him in silence and darkness once again.
he was left alone in that room for an hour. to him, it felt like days.
no stimulation, no presence of another human, just him in the dark room. but something was weird.
his nipples tingled, sparks rushing throughout his whole body, the sensation foreign and unknown. it left him fighting against the restraints, breaths coming out as pathetic pants, sweat beading on his hairline.
when you returned into the room, you could see that the pill you had been working on perfecting had finally shown effect.
"you don't know what's happening, do you?" your voice was quiet, measured, each syllable full of purpose, yet a tone of teasing was tangled in between your monotone voice.
he was unable to fight back, and pitifully cried out a 'no', shaking his head left and right.
oh, you were loving this.
chuckling, you stepped closer to him, running a finger down his muscled, scarred chest, making a point to twirl your finger around each nipple, circling the bundle of nerves, causing könig to let whimpers, gasps and moans slip out from his lips.
"taste." you whispered, forcing the finger through his lips.
he immediately obeyed, the fight having left him long ago, and when he did, he froze up momentarily, processing the taste of what was on your finger.
it was unfamiliar, yet not necessarily unpleasant.
"oh, you poor boy. so dense, aren't you? it's from you. it's your... let's call it breastmilk."
the words made him physically recoil and fight against the rope binding him in place. he was frantic, desperately trying to break free from the pink material that kept him locked in place as you proceeded with your sick torture.
"i have some ideas in mind for you now in your... current state." you continued, as you pressed your finger down on his tongue, making a gag leave his lips.
when you eventually pulled your finger out, the lack of stimulation once again made him let out a whine, body desperately pulling against the ropes.
hearing your footsteps grow fainter as you moved away, he couldn't help but let out a panicked, broken sob.
"where are you going? no, don't leave me again, i'll be good, i'm sorry!" his babbles were endearing, seeing your cold, closed off colonel be decreased into such a pathetic, whiny state.
yet nothing prepared him for the sensation he felt on his nipples the minute you returned.
cold, hard, uncomfortable.
"stop fidgeting and stay still." you spoke, slapping his cheek once, not hard enough to cause any real damage, yet hard enough for him to feel a stinging, burning sensation afterwards, reminding him of his place. a non-verbal threat. a warning.
gulping, his body shrunk on itself, awaiting your punishment.
he could feel something situating itself on his nipples. he didn't know what it was. he couldn't make it out. it didn't really feel like... anything.
he could still feel his nipples dripping, the wet feeling mixing with the cold hard plastic feeling, causing him to let out a shaky breath.
"what are you-" he couldn't even finish his sentence before he could hear a whirring, buzzing sound somewhere close to him, the plastic suddenly tightening around his nipples, suctioning.
the sound that left his mouth was priceless. a shocked gasp, entangled with a moan laced within, body growing rigid against the light pink restraints.
suctioning. milking machines.
it was all a carefully planned punishment.
you couldn't help but chuckle when you saw the condition könig was in.
crying, whimpering, moaning, gasping, his body violently shaking against the restraints, the milking machine tugging and pulling at his perky, sensitive nipples.
the white translucent liquid was dribbling down in droplets into the suctioning cups, a plastic tube sucking the liquid down into a container.
the scene was filthy. erotic.
he couldn't do anything but sit there and take it.
incoherent pleas and noises left his mouth as he desperately tried to beg and plead for forgiveness, the sudden intense stimulation a strong contrast to the isolation just minutes prior.
"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-" his voice went up in pitch, hips eagerly attempting to buck up, cock aching for any form of pleasure and touch from you.
"shut up. you're gonna sit there in silence while your nipples get sucked dry." you retorted, another unexpected slap landing on könig's cheek, the skin flushing a bright, sharp red, making him cry out.
"behave yourself." the suction tightened, squeezing and clawing at the sensitive flesh.
a guttural sound left from his lips at the increased pressure, hands clenching into tight fists. his breaths were coming out shallow and weak, a telltale sign of his orgasm approaching.
"no. you don't get to cum. if you cum, i'll lock your pathetic little cock in a chastity cage. we'll see how you like that." you threatened, tugging his face closer with a tight grip in his hair.
he could only whimper, cock twitching with each pull of the suction, the bottle connected to the tubes growing fuller and fuller with each second. it was amusing, seeing him decreased to such an immasculated and weak state.
the whirring mixed with the blissful sensation left his mind in a daze, unable to speak, unable to think, unable to do anything but sit there and take it.
saliva dripped down his chin, rolling down his nude chest, a wet streak left behind, the darkness hiding the physical mark of the predicament.
he was sososososo close to cumming. he couldn't hold it in anymore. his cock was twitching, his tip an angry red, as loud cries left his lips, begging you to let him cum. his lower body was slick, pre cum having been continuously leaking from his cock throughout the torture on his nipples.
but instead, you turned the machine off.
unscrewed the bottles from the tubes of the machine.
you took the bottles, pocketing them.
"did you forget this is a punishment, you stupid thing? you don't get to cum. it's meant to be a reminder for the future."
as you were walking out of the room once again, you laughed to yourself.
"did i say that the punishment ended?"
with that, you left. leaving him to deal with the overstimulation and edging, with an unfamiliar fluid leaving his body.
@ninjaturtletoes a cheeky little gift for you 😼