With a low sigh, she continued. “You pushed up Momma’s nightgown and touched her naked body even though it is not your place to do so!”
Every other word was punctuated with a hit. “Maybe if your arse is bruised for long enough, you will remember to keep your hands on the covers of your bedding.”
Mike howled into the fabric, tensing his arms under his chest. It was all too much. His skin burned, and tears spilled down his cheeks as if he were a little boy, not a tough guy who never cried.
“All the laundry that I have to do, because you can’t control yourself, and then you come over and soil my bed as well?” She raised her voice and put the belt on the table in front of his face. She then paraded in front of him, wiggling her hips in the girdle until she bent all the way over to a low cupboard and took out a nasty-looking wooden paddle. Mike had no idea she stored it there despite having lived there for weeks.
His eyes went wide.
Momma pulled the cloth out of Mike’s mouth, and he couldn’t help the pleading cry that spilled out. “I’m sorry Momma, I’m a dirty boy. I’ll do better.” He wept, rattled and frantic at the sight of the massive paddle in her small hands.
“That’s not good enough, Michael. I need you to understand the rules of this house if you are to stay here. Five. You will be counting for me.”
Mike squeezed his eyes shut, but he knew mercy wouldn’t be coming unless he asked for it as Mike, and he didn’t want to disappoint Momma. He wanted to be her good boy, brave and responsible enough to accept the consequences of his actions. Still, he screamed out when the paddle struck his buttocks, a bad burn that made him squirm and almost fall onto the table.
“How dare you slide your boy cock into a grown woman? Where is the respect I’m due as your momma?”
“O-o-one,” he uttered, trying to keep his sanity through the pain and arousal of it all. He would take it, and come out a better man on the other side.
“You lay on top of me and left your dirty cum inside, even though I never asked for it. You should be so ashamed of yourself,” Momma said, delivering another smack.
He now wished for the gag so that he could bite on it, but he clenched his teeth shut instead, squirming in place as pain flooded his arse, spreading like wildfire even in the places that the paddle hadn’t hit.
“T-two,” he whimpered with a sob, his thighs protectively shut to hide his balls.
The two next strokes had Mike sheltering his face in the citrus-scented wood of the tabletop. The burn trailed all the way down his thighs, making the muscles tremble with the effort of keeping his body up. Saliva dribbled from his mouth as he sobbed, panicking at each sound coming from behind him.
Momma laughed and swished the paddle in the air on purpose. “I hope that’ll teach you a lesson, Michael. This is my house, and as long as you live under this roof, my rules. Understood?” She followed that with the last hit, smacking the bottom of his buttocks.
“U-understood, Momma. Five.” He could barely catch a breath, exhausted, sweaty, bewildered. An animal trapped in a cage of his own making. His arse throbbed with heat, sending a new wave of pain with each beat of his heart.
“Whose house is it, Michael?” A slippery touch between his buttocks made him clench them in shock, but the fingers insistently pushed in anyway.
“Yours, Momma. It’s your house,” he choked out when she teased his anus.
“And whose rules regulate our life, hmm?” she whispered, twisting two digits inside him and rubbing them against Mike’s prostate.
He submitted without question, but sobbed once again, shaken by the penetration. He could hardly breathe. She’d fuck him. Fuck him and show him his place.
“Yours, Momma. Your rules.”
“Good, now spread that bruised arse for me, to show me that you understand your place, Michael.”
“I’m so, so sorry, Momma,” he whimpered, but reached back and grabbed the hot buttocks, spreading them in a gesture of complete submission.
Momma’s hand felt so overpowering when it rested at the small of his back, even though it was slim and so pretty. He knew better.
“I am going to show you how it feels to be so violated, Michael. Let that be a lesson learned,” she said as she removed her fingers. A dark gasp escaped her mouth when the warm head of her cock rubbed Mike’s hole.
“Please, Momma, I won’t do it again!” His breath was quick and hard, but he still held himself open as ordered.
She slapped his aching buttock. “Take your punishment like a man.”
Mike sobbed as she pushed her cock into his throbbing, greedy insides. He’d serve his momma any day. Do any chores she needed done, and then serve as her footstool after dinner, if required.
“How does that feel, Michael?” She pinched his ass and made it clench on the hard dick.
“Thank you for the lesson, Momma,” he whimpered, losing it completely when he thought about this gorgeous creature in vintage lingerie fucking his arse while he bent over for her.
She didn’t spare him at all, hammering her cock into him over and over. The sound of her balls slapping against his ass only upped the humiliation of it all, but he was ready to bear with it, because his Momma wanted him to.
Her dick entered Mike at such a perfect angle, stroking along his prostate over and over until he was a shaking, whimpering mess who arched under her both with pleasure and pain.
“I want your balls empty until I set you to more work,” she whispered over his back, her nails digging into Mike’s hips, and that was enough for Mike’s arousal to skyrocket. He came on the spot while Momma kept thrusting into him harshly.
He moaned, unable to control himself. Orgasm melted with the pain of Momma’s hips slapping against his aching arse, but then her nails dug in even deeper and with a few hard thrusts, she came too. Inside him.
He imagined cum spilling out of him once she decided to pull out, leaving him so broken he would be left to constantly think of this punishment. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in such a wrecked state, crying and unable to hold it back anymore.
Seconds later, hot wetness sprayed across his ass, some of it drizzling down to the tune of Momma’s delicious grunting. “Oh, my dear boy. You are forgiven. For now.”
“Thank you, Momma,” he sobbed, in disbelief himself. That huge paddle in her hands would be forever imprinted on his brain. He still held himself open in the submissive position until she verbally allowed him to take his hands away.
“Now take off everything. Naughty boys don’t get to wear clothes. Not until the end of this day.”
Mike swallowed hard, shakily stretching his back despite the protesting skin of his ass. Even his breath trembled by the time he looked at her, magnificent with her hair slightly out of order, plump lips, and a soft cock sticking out from beneath the girdle. A small smile danced across her mouth as she watched him slowly remove all the clothing he wore, even the socks.
Once he was naked in front of her, she lazily stepped to the door. “Be a good boy and bring your Momma a glass of wine. I need to rest after such intense effort.”
He sniffed and wiped his face, still amazed how a person this delicate could make him feel so small. “Yes, Momma,” he said quickly and had to fight the tremble in his hands when pouring her a glass of her favourite red.
His arse ached with every step he made to the living room, but once he handed her the glass, she patted the space on the sofa next to her.
“Come here, Michael. Don’t make that sulky face. I know you’re good deep down, you just need to be kept in check.”
Mike nodded and kneeled on the sofa, only to have Momma pull him across her lap. Her cum had mostly dried on him, but she rubbed the wet spots vigorously enough for Mike to twist from the discomfort.
The glass clinked against her teeth, but the touch became gentler, almost soothing. Seconds later, something cool and pleasant dribbled onto the aching flesh, making Mike moan with relief, much to Momma’s glee. She lau
ghed, gently smoothing out the gel over his flesh.
“Stay still, sweetie, Momma will make it better.”
The words alone made him let out another sob, and he curled in her lap.
“That’s it, let it all out,” she said in a soft voice as the hand that could be so cruel, now spread a cool lotion over his sore buttocks.
“Thank you, Momma.”
“That’s okay, honey. It’s all right now. Momma will take care of you. You were very brave taking your punishment.”
Mike closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, releasing some of the tension stored inside his muscles. All would be okay. Momma understood his needs. Understood how much he cared for her, and how much he needed her strict love.
Epilogue
The tiny bit of snow that had fallen that February was gone within hours, which was kind of a shame, because the thin cover of it had made the cottage look quite magical. Mike had actually taken a picture before he’d left for work.
He sat at an impromptu table made of cardboard boxes among the chaos of the stripped floor. They were doing an emergency job after the previous crew fucked up, causing the new pipes to leak. The damage was pretty substantial.
The portable radiator was barely doing anything, and it wasn’t helping that Mike had forgotten to bring his lunch and was stuck with a coffee and a packet of crisps instead. He’d gotten spoiled with Momma’s amazing food and had to start visiting the gym more often to keep the trim physique he wanted, but that was a fair price to pay for made-from-scratch everything.
Dave chomped down on his egg salad sandwich, sipping coffee from a thermos while scrolling through his phone.
“You’ll get used to it again once she’s bored of cooking.”
“She won’t get bored of cooking. She’s a domestic goddess,” Mike said with complete confidence.
Roger snorted. “She must be good if she tempted you out of your lad pad.”
Mike rolled his eyes and wanted to answer, but a car honking outside had him getting up to stretch his aching joints.
Initially, he did it out of boredom, but when he noticed the mint green colour of the vehicle, his feet carried him into the street where Momma’s lovely vintage car was parked, even though she had no business being there. Had something happened?
Mike walked wanted to pull her close, but he’d hate to get dirt all over her pristinely clean pale blue coat. She even had a matching hat. Of course.
“Everything all right, Momma?”
She smiled at him and raised a box wrapped in colourful fabric. “You forgot something.”
He grinned right back and leaned in for a kiss as she passed him the food. “Oh, Momma… You’re the best. Thanks. I didn’t want to call and bother you about it when I noticed.”
She pouted and petted his face with her gloved hand. “Oh, honey, I can’t let you eat the kind of rubbish Roger and Dave have, can I?”
“No you can’t.” He gave her one more kiss before she had to go, and he walked back into the house with his prize in hand.
“Someone’s smug,” Dave said with a raised eyebrow and Mike grinned in answer.
“Behold, gentlemen.”
Mike unwrapped the box, making an impromptu tablecloth out of the fabric. He then proceeded to put the pieces of cutlery to the sides as Roger grabbed his head.
“You’ve gotta be shitting me…”
The car outside was long gone by the time Mike opened the lunchbox, revealing a steaming hot stew, with potatoes in a separate compartment, and a crumble and custard dessert on the side. There was a note as well, written in Momma’s elegant handwriting.
I love you, sweetie!
Mike’s heart melted, and that little note he quickly hid in his pocket. When he grabbed the fork, Dave pushed him away, hovering his phone over the food. “Wait, wait, I’ve gotta take a photo for my Missus.”
Mike snorted and took the opportunity to text Momma before eating.
[Luv you too!]
The end
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The Cattery
--- Role-playing a cat for six months? You said you’re paying how much? ---
Goran’s mouth has no filter, and it’s losing him job after job. Desperate and a week away from being homeless, he finds an offer online that sounds too good to be true. Spending six months in a mansion by the beach in return for a hundred thousand dollars as long as he sticks to the house rules.
This might be the one job where his unruly mouth doesn’t get in the way. After all, saying the wrong thing is impossible… when you’re role-playing a cat.
Meeting all the other guys at the cattery seems to be the icing on the cake, but the inconvenient truth he dishes out turns out to be too much. Goran makes everyone his enemy, but worst of all, Ollie, the prettiest cat of the bunch, the one who’s been in the cattery the longest, and the one who makes Goran’s heart skip a beat.<
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Ollie’s big blue eyes hold secrets Goran is intent on cracking, but to do so, he will need to learn to bite his tongue and listen. Too bad the pretty blond ice prince is set on getting Goran kicked out of the cattery for good.
POSSIBLE SPOILERS:
Themes: debt, enemies to lovers, cat-play, Miami, immigrant, billionaire, love triangle, social anxiety, rent boy, backstabbing
Genre: M/M contemporary romance, sugar kink
Length: ~61,000 words (standalone novel)
WARNING: Adult content that might be considered taboo. Explicit content, strong language, multiple partner scenes. Reader discretion advised.
Crazy Kinky Dirty Love
Crazy Kinky Dirty Love is a series of short stories and novellas revolving around the sex life of a young, kinky couple. Dan and Kyle don’t hesitate to go through with even the dirtiest and least politically correct of sexual scenarios. Each story focuses on a particular roleplay fantasy.
With a partner who knows you well, and whom you trust, even being subjected to a rough gangbang can be a declaration of love.
All the stories can be read as standalones.
WARNING: The stories are extreme roleplay gay erotica, with a focus on dirty talk and humiliation
The Box Set contains:
--Crazy Kinky Dirty Skinhead--
Kyle promised himself that when he goes to college, he would change. He wouldn’t sleep around like before. But the side of him that wants to fulfill dirty, kinky fantasies is about to rear its ugly head when the LGBT club gets a new member. Dan is the big, bad boyfriend-to-be Kyle always dreamed of, but will Dan still treat him seriously when he finds out about Kyle’s most secret fantasy?
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