Bondage and Marriage - 9

“Let’s see… Noah Frost?”

Finally, Alex entered the room, having completed the game preparations. But he was not alone.

Following Alex, a man entered the room, and Noah’s eyes widened. He was a beta Noah had played with a few times before. What was his name again? Michael, maybe? Noah didn’t say much, just nodding his head as he looked at Alex, dressed as a policeman, and Michael, who was also wearing a police uniform. Alex had a baton tucked into his waistband, and Michael had one too, though it seemed a bit thinner and longer than the one Noah had brought.

“Can’t you answer properly? I asked if your name is Noah Frost.”

Alex kicked the chair Noah was sitting in roughly and shouted at him. Noah always felt that Alex was really good at acting. Apparently, he had even played the lead role in the drama club back in school. Feeling as if he was being apprehended by a real police officer (who seemed to have a somewhat corrupt vibe), Noah hurriedly responded.

“Yes, yes… that’s right.”

“You sneaky bastard, answer quickly.”

Alex grabbed a file from the desk in the room and spoke roughly. Noah Frost was a fake last name that Noah used whenever he needed a full name. He couldn’t use the name Frost. Hoping that Alex and Michael would start tormenting him soon, Noah fidgeted with his handcuffed hands.

“Noah Frost, 25 years old, you have a criminal record. This time you were caught stealing a car, huh?”

As he put the file down, Alex gave a questioning look, as if something didn’t quite add up. “That’s strange, he doesn’t really look like the type to steal a car,” he murmured, eyeing Noah up and down. As always, when they were about to start playing in earnest, Alex scrutinized Noah, trying to figure out how to torment him. Noah swallowed hard at that expression.

“Get up.”

Michael grabbed Noah’s collar and pulled him up, tightly holding his arm and dragging him away. The setup of the prison always varied, so Noah felt excited as he was led there. Would there be a round wooden chair with a hole in the floor? Or a metal table and laboratory equipment? No, that wouldn’t fit the setting. Or maybe there would be a gallows?

Finally, Noah was roughly shoved into a prison cell with shackles on the wall. As he staggered inside, Alex and Michael followed, closing the metal-barred door with a clang. After freeing Noah from the handcuffs on his back, Alex took the baton from his waistband and threateningly slapped it against his palm. Just watching that made Noah feel a stirring sensation. Michael also toyed with the baton at his waist, jerking his chin.

“Since you’ve been here before, you know the drill. Strip down to your underwear for the body search.”

Without realizing it, Noah licked his lips as he removed his clothes at Alex’s command. The last time they used this room, he had played the role of a prisoner being sexually tortured by the guard. When Alex had pinned him, head in the toilet (which was sanitized, of course, but still a toilet), it had been amazing. As Noah undressed, his arousal was already starting to show, recalling that previous play session.

Once Noah was fully undressed, with Alex watching, Michael eagerly and roughly groped Noah’s body. Even though they both knew there was nothing there, Michael seemed to get excited, kneading Noah’s now unusually soft skin here and there. Noah could tell Michael was eager to start penetrating him, as the other man liked to keep going until his partner was exhausted.

“N-now… can I put my clothes back on?”

Noah asked with a slightly trembling voice. Looking at the two with his wide, wet blue eyes, the partners seemed to get even more excited, just as they always did when they saw Noah’s fearful expression. Michael growled as he roughly grabbed Noah’s arm and twisted it behind his back.

“Who said you can? We’re not done yet.”

Michael pressed Noah harshly against the wall, immobilizing him. As Noah struggled instinctively, wincing in pain from his bent arm, a soft sound of latex gloves being put on could be heard from behind. Noah’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

“No, I don’t want to, I don’t want to… please don’t…”

“Can’t you stay still?”

Noah’s pitiful pleas sounded so convincing, as if this was not a consensual play but a real assault by Alex and Michael. “My shoulder hurts, please just let my arm go, I’ll be good…” he begged in a voice that would tug at anyone’s heartstrings, but Michael ignored him and pressed him harder against the wall. Meanwhile, Alex, with his latex gloves fully on, approached from behind.

Alex grabbed Noah’s hips, pushing his buttocks out. Suddenly, cold, wet fingers penetrated him in one swift motion, and Noah moaned. Since he had not been penetrated at all today, his untouched rear was still tight, and the thick fingers roughly probed and stretched him. As the fingers went in deep enough to touch the back of his hand, Noah’s body shuddered.

“Wow, look how gaping it is. Totally loose.”

Alex mocked, forcefully spreading the narrow passage with his index and middle fingers. “A guy’s dick would just slide right in.” As he said this, Alex exposed the flushed pink interior with two fingers and aggressively scratched the inside, eliciting moans and trembling white thighs.

“Ugh, no, ah…!”

Alex knew well that while Noah could endure severe pain and discomfort, he would submit to pleasure in just a matter of minutes, begging and crying. Knowing Noah was a natural-born masochist, Alex cruelly mashed and pressed down on the sensitive spots inside, relishing the sensation of Noah’s entrance clenching around his fingers.

In less than a minute, Noah was trembling and unsteady on his feet, but Michael’s firm grip kept him from collapsing. “No, please… stop…” Noah pleaded earnestly, but Alex, wearing the smooth latex gloves so he wouldn’t hurt Noah, gleefully scratched the insides, reveling in the dazzling ecstasy that made Noah struggle.

Being an omega male, Noah’s body was exceptionally sensitive to penetration, far more than ordinary people. All this time, Alex had mostly avoided touching Noah’s sensitive spots, trying to cater to Noah’s preferences. But today, feeling a bit spiteful after hearing about Noah’s upcoming wedding, Alex ruthlessly stimulated those areas, making Noah gasp in agony. His loosened entrance was dripping with clear fluid down his thighs.

“Look at this, just from my fingers inside, you’re dripping wet. You’re really a bottom bitch, aren’t you?”

“N-no, no…”

Noah could barely speak, shaking his head, and Alex was highly satisfied seeing this. In the past, Noah had always shied away from fingering, but in truth, Alex had long wanted to torment him like this. Only when Noah was finally making crying sounds and clenching tightly around Alex’s fingers, ejaculating white fluid onto the floor, did Alex stop the blatant clawing inside.

Noah’s legs were trembling so hard from the overwhelming pleasure that he was barely standing upright, supported by Michael. Looking like a pitiful, helpless creature, Michael desperately wanted to throw Noah down and pound into him, but in this play, Alex was in control, so he could only taunt Noah verbally while waiting for Alex’s permission.

“On top of stealing a car, you even sold your body… with your criminal record, you’re definitely going to prison.”

“You know what happens to bitches like you in prison?”

At this point, Alex decided to stop toying with Noah and withdrew all his fingers from Noah’s rear. As soon as Michael released his hold, Noah stumbled and sank to the floor, his eyes now reddened and slightly teary as he gave Alex a resentful glance. But Alex didn’t care – he was equally satisfied with a submissive Noah or a defiant one.

“Since you’re just a bottom bitch, in prison you’ll have to survive on getting loads of cum. No, you should be grateful just to be used as a toilet at this point.”

“I’m not a bottom bitch…” Noah whimpered.

Michael mockingly poked Noah’s slick, sloppy buttocks with the tip of his shoe. “Don’t lie, a non-bottom bitch wouldn’t be this loose during a body search.” He contemplated, “Maybe I should just shove my shoe in, see if it fits?”

As Michael’s shoe grazed Noah’s entrance, Noah recoiled with a gasp, but Alex immediately grabbed his hair, preventing him from moving away.

“You still won’t admit it, huh? Oh, I know – these days they hide drugs in the ass, don’t they? I bet 500g would just slide right in that gaping hole. You wanna be a drug mule or a bottom bitch? Though with a hole this loose, I doubt you could even smuggle $10 worth properly.”

“Ugh, ah…”

Alex and Michael tormented Noah, grabbing his hair and kicking his buttocks, until his abused genitals become aroused again. Noticing this, Alex looked over and Michael immediately undid his fly. His engorged, angry red erection sprang out, which he rubbed against Noah’s trembling lips.

“Well then, suck it. If you do a good job, I might say you’re not just a bottom bitch.”

Looking up with tear-filled eyes, Noah parted his quivering pink lips to take the raging member, and Michael groaned. Alex held Noah’s arms behind his back, while Michael grasped his hair, yanking it. Noah’s throat was impaled by the slightly above-average sized cock, making him gag, but the harder Michael pulled his hair, the more he was forced to take it.

“Fuck, that feels so good…”

Michael, who had been highly aroused since pushing Noah into the prison cell, groaned as he shamelessly rutted in Noah’s mouth. The soft, obscene red lips, the reflexive gagging and the tears welling up in Noah’s eyes – everything about it was incredible.

Every time Michael’s cock thrust up into Noah’s throat, cutting off his breath and inducing retches, Noah instinctively squirmed, but Alex was firmly gripping his wrists behind his back. Struggling to breathe, Noah was suddenly forced to take Michael’s entire length deep into his throat.

“Ugh, mmph…”

As Noah struggled, Michael harshly smacked his head, though not hard enough to hurt. “Swallow it, swallow!” Noah knew Michael wanted a deep throat, but no matter how many times he did it, completely swallowing the length was always difficult (not that he disliked it). With great effort, Noah gulped down Michael’s shaft, tears streaming down his face from the strain. Seeing this, as if Noah was being forcibly violated, only made Michael more excited.

While Alex held down Noah’s squirming body, Michael pushed his cock in until Noah’s lips were touching his balls. Noah’s reddened face was struggling for breath, but Michael savored the sensation of Noah’s throat tightly embracing his length, slowly thrusting in and out.

“Look at you swallowing it all. There’s no doubt, you’re just a whore.” Taunting him, Michael gave a few more deep thrusts before climaxing deep in Noah’s throat. Coughing harshly, Noah panted, head bowed with his glistening lips as Alex held his arms behind his back – a highly lewd sight. But before Noah could catch his breath, Alex shoved him down, his flushed face pressed to the floor as his ass was raised.

“With a loose hole and good at sucking cock, you’re definitely a bottom bitch, aren’t you?”

“That’s right. Looks like we need to re-do the body search.”

“Since it can take anything, no problem.” Michael mocked, spreading Noah’s rear again with his fingers, even more roughly than before. Noah, still recovering from the deep throat, occasionally coughed and shuddered as the two men violated him.

At the mention of the baton, Noah let out a small moan. Just the thought of having the baton pushed into him was already making his aroused member twitch, though it had not been touched. Seeing Noah’s rear quiver, Michael pulled out the baton he had tucked into his waistband.

Unlike the one Noah had specially ordered, this was an actual police baton Michael was carrying. Noah’s baton had a slightly uneven grip but was a straight, somewhat shorter model. Michael’s, however, was longer, with a proper handle, and felt very sturdy.

“Let’s see how deep this can go.”

Getting more excited about tormenting Noah, Michael rubbed the blunt, black tip of the baton against Noah’s heavily-lubricated entrance before finally pushing it in with force.

As the thick object invaded him, replacing the earlier fingers, Noah let out a long groan. “Ugh, ahhh…” Noah clawed at the floor, but the unyielding insertion halted mid-way. When it wouldn’t go in further, Michael clicked his tongue, ruthlessly piston-ing the baton or swirling it around, eliciting short, piercing cries from Noah.

“Ow, ugh…ah!”

“Can’t relax? It can go in deeper.”

As an omega, Noah could handle such extreme play. Omegas, the only males capable of pregnancy, could not only engage in anal sex with alphas, but also withstand their knotting, so they could accommodate thicker, deeper intrusion better than others. Even with rough handling, their recovery was exceptional – just like the wounds in their mouth healed faster.

With every movement of the baton, a dull, stinging pain radiated from deep inside Noah, which he embraced as pleasure, moaning agonizingly. Alex slapped Noah’s cheek harshly.

“Feeling good from getting fucked?”

“Ugh, no, no…nngh!”

“You’re wiggling your ass like you’re enjoying it.”

Grinning, Michael pulled the baton handle upwards as it was deeply embedded. Noah had no choice but to arch his back higher, hips undulating as the baton was pulled up and down like a lever. When it was drawn upwards, Noah’s thighs were almost vertical, and when pushed down, his legs splayed like a frog, genitals pressed to the floor, all while he cried out in pain but dripped clear pre-cum. Watching Michael torment him, Alex lifted Noah’s chin with the tip of his shoe.

“Just how many dicks have you taken to make it this loose?”

“Agh, ow…”

“How many?”

As Michael fully withdrew the baton and rammed it back in, Noah shook his head, agonized. “I-I haven’t… taken any, really…” Chuckling, the flushed Alex lightly tapped Noah’s reddened cheek with his shoe.

“He says he hasn’t taken any.”

“Still lying to the end? Can’t let this slide.”

“Ahhh…!”

Without warning, as Michael pulled out the baton, Noah shuddered at the sensation. And before it was fully withdrawn, Alex flipped Noah over. While only the tip remained inside, it was still akin to shoving the baton back in, making Noah pant with his mouth agape.

Michael, with the baton slick with their fluids, switched places with Alex, but neither of them forcibly restrained Noah this time. Michael firmly gripped Noah’s shoulders, but his arms and legs were free. As Noah looked at them with his slightly hazy eyes, chest heaving, Alex pulled out his own baton, thoroughly coating it with lube. Then, handing the slick handle to Noah, he kindly commanded:

“Insert it.”

“I-insert this?”

“Yes. All the way to the handle.”

Noah’s eyes widened as he stared at the baton in his hand. Having specially ordered it, the baton was blunt with no sharp edges, making insertion easier, and the handle had only mild texturing. But Noah had only intended to insert the shaft, not the entire handle. The length, while short for a baton, was still far from ideal for insertion. Of course… it could be done if he tried.

Last year, on Alex’s birthday, Alex had begged Noah to let him do a fist fuck just once as a present.

Noah had experienced all sorts of insertions before, but fisting was a new frontier. Even with an omega’s receptive anatomy and healing abilities, there were limits. The difference between a penis and an arm was immense. Not that inserting an arm was impossible – Noah had seen a high-end strip show at a club before, where the finale involved an alpha prostitute shoving his entire arm into an omega’s rear. Back then, Noah had been a new club member just starting to know Alex, and had watched in shock, mouth agape, as the arm disappeared up to the elbow. Unbelievable, two arms went in?!

Noah didn’t see the rest of the show, but later heard from Alex that it had escalated to two arms, as well as all kinds of animals – dogs, pigs, horses, even eels and octopuses.

Long story short, on Alex’s birthday, Noah had done the fist fuck, his first and last time.

These days, with medical advancements, any bodily injury could be perfectly healed, barring the brain. But Noah had still dreaded the prospect of his rear being torn, not wanting hospital records that could reach his family. The experience had left a strong impression – when Noah agreed, the excited Alex had painstakingly prepared him, using all sorts of tools, but Noah had ended up crying, begging, and ejaculating from the overwhelming sensations. It was only years later that Noah realized Alex’s true preference was not inflicting pain, but tormenting and taming his partner with extreme pleasure.

Now, holding the slick baton handle, Noah realized he would have to insert the entire length, not just the shaft as he had assumed. It would be a challenge, but not an impossible one.

Anyway, thinking back to when it was almost touching Alex’s elbow, the baton was actually quite short. It was slightly thicker than Michael’s average-sized penis, but there were no knobs or fists at the end. In fact, it was more cumbersome due to its length than its thickness. It was only about the length of the handle Alex told Noah to insert. Noah rang the doorbell and fiercely slid the wet baton between the buttocks.