Bondage and Marriage - 51

Ian sat down at the desk and gently touched Noah’s cheek and chin with the cane, causing Noah to involuntarily let out a sound from his throat as he anticipated the coming pain.

“I told you to stand up straight.”

Ian sharply struck Noah’s hunched shoulders, making him flinch but eventually straighten his back. There are things to be mindful of when engaging in this kind of play, and one of them is posture. When receiving the cane, Noah had to maintain the correct posture, and if he couldn’t, it would be better to be restrained. Struggling could lead to getting hit in unintended areas.

Noah’s behind was already filled with heavy metal beads, and he had to strain to keep them from slowly slipping out. As Noah sweated slightly, Ian softly cupped Noah’s cheek.

“I’m going to torment you terribly from now on. To the point you’ll beg me to stop…”

The sweet voice sent shivers through Noah’s body. If someone offered to torment him for the rest of his life in exchange for marriage, Noah would genuinely agree. Noah’s shaky breath escaped as he felt the throbbing from his full behind. The hand caressing his cheek moved down to tenderly stroke his neck and shoulder.

“If you don’t like it, you can just leave this mansion. Then we’ll get a divorce.”

Noah shook his head slightly, too content to even consider leaving. But Ian’s next words made Noah look up.

“This is your last chance.”

As Ian’s hand gripped and spread Noah’s buttocks, Noah let out a whimper. Ian used his thumbs to firmly push the beads back inside. The pain made Noah’s body tremble.

“Understand? This is your last chance to divorce me.”

Noah could only nod frantically as Ian forcefully pushed the beads in deeper. After fully inserting them, Ian stood up and properly gripped the cane.

“I’m going to strike you thirty times now. If your posture falters, we’ll start over from the beginning.”

The sensation of the smooth cane on his pale skin and Ian’s low voice made Noah feel like he could climax at any moment. The constant vibration inside him would make it harder to endure than a typical spanking. But Noah was more excited by this.

When Noah was distracted, Ian suddenly swung the cane. The sharp crack and searing pain made Noah cry out as a long red line appeared on his buttocks. Ian poked the end of the cane between Noah’s trembling cheeks.

“And if you let any of that spill out, I’ll add ten more strokes and start over.”

The falling cane strokes became increasingly agonizing, beyond just stinging and burning. Noah strained to keep the beads from falling out as his whole body quivered with each blow.

Eventually, Noah could no longer endure and the beads clattered to the floor. Immediately, Ian’s cold voice rang out.

“50 strokes, start over from the beginning.”

Noah moved his body, which had been lying on the desk, and bent down to pick up something from the floor. It was difficult for Noah to bend down to pick up the beads, and he ended up sitting on the floor, groaning and tilting his head back. When Noah’s bottom touched the carpet, the skin that had been swollen from the earlier beating stung and throbbed, but Noah twisted his waist and picked up the beads, which were now even more slippery with a liquid.

Noah then forced his shaking legs to stand up and leaned on the desk again. Spanking alone would have been bearable, but the problem was the eggs and beads. When Noah’s bottom hurt from the beating, the beads would get pushed in, and the egg inside would painfully stimulate him.

Although Noah was now close to 60, Ian did not mention anything about Noah turning 60 this time. As the beatings continued to fall on Noah’s bottom, he moaned and collapsed onto the desk, his posture disrupted, but Ian’s beatings did not stop.

“Ugh, aah, ow!”

Noah rubbed his forehead on the desk, panting as the unrelenting beatings fell. His fingers desperately scratched the desk. Now, Noah’s bottom was not just burning, but also numb. In his half-dazed state, Noah unconsciously rubbed himself against the desk. With a gasp, Noah’s body trembled from the intense pleasure. He dropped the beads again, but the beatings did not stop.

As Noah reached his limit, he held onto the edge of the desk, trying to keep from collapsing. Whenever the cane fell with a crack, the searing pain in Noah’s bottom made his heels lift up involuntarily. Finally, when Noah could no longer clench his behind, the beads all fell, and Ian’s beatings stopped.

“Ugh…ah…ow…”

Noah rubbed his flushed cheek against the desk. His legs were completely weak, and his bottom, now reddish-purple in some areas, had a slick liquid dripping down his thighs. His neck was damp with sweat, and his reddened eyes and cheeks were wet with tears from the intense pain and pleasure. As Noah tried to pull himself together, he let out a gasp at the touch on his sensitive area.

“You’re leaking so much even while being beaten, aren’t you?”

“No, no…Agh!”

As Ian stroked him, Noah’s arousal quickly released its white fluid. Noah’s body trembled, and the evidence of his release was clearly visible on the dark desk. Even though he had already climaxed once, Noah’s body jerked when Ian continued to touch him. Finally, Ian set Noah upright, and Noah leaned cautiously against the desk, his sore bottom barely able to touch the surface.

Ian licked and nibbled Noah’s salty neck and cheek, lifting Noah’s body onto the desk. The cold, smooth glass surface pressing against Noah’s painful bottom made him moan, only to be muffled by Ian’s greedy kiss. As Noah’s tear-filled eyes were unable to move from the pain, Ian spread Noah’s legs and grasped his sensitive, dripping arousal.

“Noah.”

“Ugh…Haah…”

“Noah, will you still not divorce me, even like this?”

Speaking softly, as if to a beloved lover, Ian lifted something from a box – a smooth metal rod with a black leather strap at the end, resembling an elaborate chopstick. Noah knew what it was for and shook his head with trembling eyes.

“Do you really like me that much, Noah? Enough to endure this and not divorce me?”

Overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure, Noah mindlessly nodded his head. Ian stepped between Noah’s spread legs, removing the plastic packaging. A faint disinfectant smell briefly lingered before dissipating. Ian grasped Noah’s flushed arousal and slowly pushed the glistening metal rod into the sensitive opening.

“Ah, ugh…Ian, Ian…Ugh…”

“You said you like me, Noah?”

Then you’ll have to endure the pain. Ian muttered, continuing to move the rod, regardless of Noah’s trembling.

Noah had only experienced something thin like a cotton swab in that area before, not this thick metal rod that fit so snugly. As Ian slowly pushed the rod in, Noah gripped Ian’s shoulders, his sweat-damp hands crumpling Ian’s suit.

The uncomfortable, painful sensation made Noah’s legs twitch, but he could only tremble, unable to do anything as Ian fully inserted the rod, leaving only the leather strap exposed. Ian began moving the rod in and out, like a piston, and each time the smooth metal slid against the wetness.

Noah weakly grabbed Ian’s wrist, trying to make him stop. Only then did Ian firmly push the rod all the way in and pull the long strap to secure it around Noah’s sensitive area. Noah whimpered and shook his head.

“You’re leaking so much, it’ll make my desk dirty.”

Oh, really? Ian said, casually brushing Noah’s arousal. The Noah who had worn a chastity device on his birthday was now unable to do anything, his reddened eyes brimming with tears.

Ian played with Noah’s arousal a few more times, then pushed Noah down under the desk. Curled up on the floor, Noah immediately tilted his head back and moaned as Ian’s fingers probed behind, finding the switch for the inserted egg and pulling it out.

The completely wet switch pulled the egg out, and it began vibrating erratically, weakening and strengthening. Even Noah, experienced in various plays, had never encountered such intense stimulation, and he unconsciously forgot about acting, his hips writhing. He longed to rub himself against the carpet, but the metal rod made him too sensitive to touch. Watching Noah’s agonized squirming, Ian unzipped his pants.

Even as Noah felt like he was about to die, Ian approached and began thrusting into Noah’s loose, well-lubricated bottom. Noah cried out, “Ah, ah…” Each time Ian’s arousal slid in and out, Noah’s vision flashed white. But unable to climax, Noah sobbed, ruining the expensive carpet, while Ian, faster than usual, reached his release and then resumed his thrusting.

“Ah, ah, ah! Ah… Ian, huh, huhu… Ian…”

Noah cried and pleaded, so Ian withdrew himself. As Ian’s thing was pulled out, Noah shuddered. Ian grabbed Noah’s chin, who was rubbing his forehead and cheek pitifully on the carpet with his eyes half-open.

“You don’t want to divorce, Noah?”

“N-no… I don’t… Ouch, I don’t want to…”

“Then beg. Show me how much you like this.”

Unable to reach climax despite the continuous stimulation, Noah crawled towards Ian. Noah took Ian’s hardened thing into his mouth with his swollen lips, sticking out his pink tongue to lick it, but soon couldn’t bear it anymore and, remembering Ian’s words, looked up at him with tear-streaked cheeks and pleaded.

“Ian, please… I want to go… Please let me go…”

Ah, I want to go… Ugh… Noah barely swallowed those words, and when he looked up, Ian was gritting his teeth. Even in his nearly-lost state of mind, Noah could tell that wasn’t a satisfied expression. Why that face… Should I plead more, Noah thought, but Ian cursed and yanked the switch that had been sticking out.

As the egg that had been tormenting Noah was pulled out, Ian’s thing immediately plunged in deeply. Noah felt his body being pushed up a little each time Ian’s hips thrusted. After a few thrusts, Ian untied the leather strap that had been preventing Noah from climaxing and also removed the metal rod. At that sensation, Noah trembled and pushed the carpet with his heels.

Whenever Ian’s thing went “thud, thud” into him, Noah felt his vision go dark then turn white, crying “hic, hik”. It felt so intense he thought he would die. During Ian’s thrusts, his own thing had reached its peak and climaxed multiple times, now only dripping watery liquid.

Without realizing it, Noah pushed against Ian’s chest and shook his head. He could endure being beaten, given an enema, or having something uncomfortable put in the back, but this was too much to bear. It felt good, but the stimulation was of a kind that was too difficult to endure.

“Ah, I don’t like it, ah, ah… Ah! Stop!”

Due to the intense pleasure, he felt like he was falling into an abyss multiple times, and it felt like he was melting from the waist down. Finally losing his mind to the pleasure that was pushing him to his limit, Noah let out the words that were in his heart. In that instant, he regretted it, but Ian paused his hip movements and growled.

“You should have said you didn’t like it earlier.”

“Ah, waaah…!”

Relieved that Ian seemed to have misunderstood, Noah opened his mouth without making a sound as the familiar sensation returned – Ian’s thing was swelling up inside him again. At the feeling of being knotted, Noah’s abdomen throbbed again and his mind cleared a little, but the alpha pheromones overflowing as Ian climaxed inside him directly hit Noah, bringing him to climax again as well.

This time, Noah didn’t lose consciousness, just shivering his legs occasionally and panting as Ian reached out and touched Noah’s cheek – the spot where Noah had been hit by the tanner. Slowly blinking in the afterglow of climax, Noah thought Ian’s touch was quite gentle. Noah whimpered and moaned as Ian forcibly pushed his knotted thing deeper inside, but in the end, succumbed to the fatigue of his weary body and drifted off to sleep.

When Noah opened his eyes again, he saw the ceiling of his room. Checking the clock, it was three hours before he was supposed to go to Ian’s study. No, wait a minute. If I didn’t time travel, then three hours before would make no sense. Looking out the window, it was bright outside and he could hear birds chirping – it was morning.

Even when sleeping deeply, as long as he didn’t take sleeping pills, his body would rouse him when he woke up. Wondering if he had been that tired yesterday, Noah absentmindedly scratched his arm and found a sleep-inducing patch stuck to it.

“……”

Noah peeled off the patch with an “Ugh” and rubbed his arm. When did they put that on… But the strange thing wasn’t just that. Noah was surprised that his body felt surprisingly light as he got up. The buttocks that had been severely beaten yesterday didn’t hurt at all. Noah hurriedly stood up, took off his pants, and looked in the mirror – his buttocks were pale, with only faint reddish marks here and there, not painful at all.

“Could it be…”

Did Ian treat it? No, it would be good if he did the aftercare, but why did he do something he didn’t usually do… Plus, Noah often deliberately left the bruises untreated after spanking to savor the pain. So it seems Ian at least took care of him to some extent this time.

Since Noah went to bed early last night, he was up early and stretched as he left the room. Feeling a bit hungry and with a slight stomachache, he put on a robe and came down to the dining room, rubbing his stomach. Noah was a little surprised to see that Ian was still in the dining room, leisurely sipping his coffee. Well, since Noah had never woken up this early since coming to this mansion, Ian was probably not usually here at this time. Noah was a little wary, as last time Ian had not given him any meals.

“Good…morning, Ian.”

When Ian saw Noah, he raised an eyebrow once and turned his gaze away again. Fortunately, when Noah sat down, a meal was served, as usual, with the chef’s care and attention. Freshly baked and steaming bread with yellow butter or jam, a salad with crisp vegetables cut into bite-sized pieces and drizzled with a sweet kiwi sauce, slightly crispy-on-the-outside bacon and potatoes…

Ian, who had been silently sipping his coffee, frowned when Noah, satisfied with the meal, got up from his seat. Tapping the table loudly with his fingertips, Ian commanded,

“Sit back down.”

Familiar with Ian’s commanding tone, Noah sat back down, puzzled but also hopeful. What Ian then pushed in front of Noah’s nose was the half-finished salad – or more precisely, just the vegetables that Noah disliked. Noah looked at Ian in disbelief. And the disbelief became reality.

“Finish it all.”

“But… I’m full…”

“Don’t give me that ‘I’m full’ nonsense. Eating like this, you’re just going to catch a cold and get sick.”

Huh? Up until now, he didn’t care if I left things, so why suddenly… Noah made a sullen face and reluctantly picked up the fork. It’s not like eating this has anything to do with catching a cold… But with Ian watching, Noah forced himself to crunch through the remaining salad. Wincing at the bitter taste in his mouth, he saw Ian finally get up from his seat.

The sullen Noah requested dessert again to get rid of the unpleasant taste. Tener had also let his picky eating habits slide… Pouting a little, Noah returned to his room, pondering for a moment. The way Ian was treating him did seem quite different from before…

Thinking “what if,” Noah automatically picked up his phone, and the missed call display caught his eye. Who could it be? Noah blinked as he saw the name – it was his French tutor, Gabriel, who had called.

Why would Gabriel have a reason to contact me…? No, before that, Gabriel didn’t even know Noah’s phone number in the first place. When Noah was at the Frost mansion, the person in charge of managing Noah’s education and daily life had taken care of arranging Gabriel’s lessons and communication. Plus, Gabriel had left a text message in addition to the missed call, with a photo attached.

Curious, Noah opened the message and looked at the attached photo, his mouth opening slightly in surprise.