E4

After Kyng came home from his nighttime dealings, he smiled to find Colt sitting on the couch watching TV, not on the bed. 

"I was sitting on the bed all day; I just couldn't take it anymore." Colt snapped, but Kyng stayed quiet, walking to the pots on the stove.

"I…I cooked dinner, got hungry, came here at 8 a.m.; it's 9 p.m. How was I supposed to spend all that time not eating or moving or even using the bathroom?" Kyng again only stayed quiet. Colt knew little about his new husband, but the quiet didn't sit well with him. 

"Um…AHhh." Kyng yanked Colt by his hair, 

"Please,,, What?" Kyng slapped across the face and threw him to the floor. Colt sat on the floor crying as he held his cheek. 

"What? What did I do? I made you food, I'm being good; I just didn't want…." Colt gasped at the impact of Kyng's steel-toed boot slamming into his ribcage. 

"You will learn the rules. What I say goes. If I ask you to sit on the bed and not move a muscle, you will do so." Colt screamed out with another kick.

"If I refuse to feed you, you will say thank you, Daddy." this time, he kicked him in the face,

"I own you, and you will do everything I say. I will keep you alive to keep doing it over again." Kyng snapped, pulling Colt by his hair and dragging him downstairs to a damp, gloomy basement. The room was packed to the max, with different furniture and things hung from the walls. Because Colt was much smaller than Kyng, he picked him up and sat on a table, stripping his clothes. Colt sat weeping, holding his nose and ribs. Another lighter slap to his face made him aware that Kyng was doing what he wanted, and Colt complied. Kyng stood back, looking at Colt's naked body, smiling at the red marks and blood dripping from his nose. 

"Now good boys do what they are told, Yes!" Colt nodded, his eyes down, hoping he wouldn't get another hit. Kyng lifted Colt to the triangular device with one end of the triangle pointing upward. Spreading one leg on one side and the other on the other, slowly sliding him down. Colt's breath hinch as the upward pointed part dug into his balls and ass crack. He cried in pain, but Kyng wasn't done; he walked over to the wall and pulled the rope off. Colt huffed with fear; Kyng tied one foot to the floor on one side and the other on the other side. 

"AHHHH, KYNG…. Please, AHHHHH, Kyng, please, it hurts…" Kyng only looked at him, smiled, and then left the room. Colt cried with snot, blood, and tears as he used his hands to try and lift himself up, but his legs were firmly tied down; with every push-up, the jerk back down hurt ten times worse. Colt let out an ear-piercing scream. 

Kyng sat in the chair in front of the TV, watching Colt while he ate the food Colt cooked for him. He admired the omega, thinking of new ways to make him obey fully. An hour later, Kyng opened the door, and Colt stared at the light, waiting for Kyng to come and relieve him of the pain in his balls. 

"Have you learned your lesson yet?" Colt nodded fiercely; Kyng smiled, lifting him; Colt sobbed into Kyng's shoulder.

"Bad boys get punished for being bad. Now be a good boy, shower well, and get ready for bed." Kyng smacks his ass while walking to the bathroom. After the shower and wound care, Kyng lay on the bed smiling at Colt, who stood at the doorway shyly rubbing his arms, unsure what to do.

"Get on my lap, sweetie," Kyng said. Colt's eyes widened, but he didn't speak or stall. He slowly climbed on his lap. Shaking, he hovered over Kyng's crotch. Colt's back was now sitting against Kyng's belly. Colt could feel Kyng's cock resting in between his butt cheeks. Kyng humped upwards a few times, mashing his cock into the Colt's soft butt, and he didn't move a bit.

"Now Colt," Kyng started, as he paused the news report, the screen showing the weather for the next three days. 

"Then tell me what happened. What did you do wrong?" 

"I didn't listen to you," Colt whispered with his head low.

"Didn't listen to who?"

"You, Umm… Kyng."

"From now on, I'm to be addressed as Daddy. Do you understand?"

"Yes….Yes, Daddy." Colt, Kyng smiled and pushed Colt down his cock. But it didn't enter him, and Colt sighed in relief. 

"Please, I'm not ready… I'm sorry for everything, but please note that… Daddy…" Colt tried walking on glass with his words. 

"Do you really think I care?" Kyng snickered, kissing Colt's neck and licking his ear, humping his erection between Colt's cheeks. Kyng then put his large hands on Colt's hips and made two hard humps into his butt cheeks, squishing his cock in his softness. Colt made a grunt sound at the dry hump,

Colt stayed paralyzed by what was happening; before today, he had never been exposed to any sex. Now, look at what was happening. Kyng reached up with his big, rough hands and grabbed Colt's softbutt cheeks, squeezing them together, rubbing, and then pulling them apart, loving the feel of the tender flesh. 

Finally, Colt spoke, "Please, Daddy, don't do this! I'll do anything else, but please stop."

"Really, you'll do anything? Why are you so scared?"

"It'll hurt too much… my friend told me it hurt him for days after," Colt said with his eyes down. Kyng squeezed his butt cheeks, jiggling roughly massaged his little ass, pulling and pinching until he was satisfied, and Colt was whimpering a little more. Kyng wanted to put his son back in line and gave him a quick slap across his exposed butt cheeks.

"Ow!" Colt yelped.

"Stop whining," Kyng snapped, slapping Colt's tiny ass cheeks again, the soft flesh bouncing under his hand.

"No, Daddy," he softly conceded.

"Talk louder." He ordered him.

He replied, "Please, no, don't."

With that, Kyng grabbed his legs, flipping onto his back and bending his knees into his chest. Kyng nuzzled his nose into his ass. It sent a wave of shock through his boy, "Oh! Daddy, please stop," he whined. Still, Kyng continued rubbing his nose between his butt cheeks for a minute, stopping now and then at his wrinkled pink hole, exposing his hairless, puckered hole. He quickly assaulted the area by teasing the tender butt hole with his wet tongue, tasting the tangy flesh. Colt cringed at the sensation, "Daddy! Wha... What are you doing?"