Post-confessional penance in which a sinning young man must kneel against the cold floor, perhaps on rice grains, perhaps just bare skin on the raw, swept-clean stone, feet tucked neatly beneath him and his hands bound at the wrists behind his back. A short length of rope secures them to the floor somewhere behind him, and when tightened, pulls him down and prevents the young man from rising fully back up onto his knees.
Now his muscles must work to hold this half-kneeling, half seated position.
I could have had him roll his trousers up, but it's easier to just remove them entirely in this instance. That way, the head of a large, silicone cock can rest between his thighs, its wide base suctioned to the floor. Gently, I'd nudge its tip just against the entrance of his cunt. With that, I'd leave him to it, trusting his lesson to be learned.
As the shuddering muscles of his thighs grow fatigued, he finds himself sinking further down onto the toy, forced to take its slow, deep stretch as his strength flags.I should hope to return to find him seated, the entire length buried inside his cunt, full to his very limit. The deep, overwhelming ache of being so stuffed serves as useful of a mortification of the flesh as his bruised knees.
And the soreness will be a good reminder in the coming days.
t4t only // written by a trans man
