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Usually, Umir gets a warning before his master, Nos, decides to punish him. But now he supposes that only really occurs when Nos feels generous, and today was unfortunately not one of those days. He’s not even sure why he’s getting punished; Nos had just opened the door to his own chambers, the place where Nos had permanently stationed Umir to wait at his beck and call, and thrown him onto the bed, tugging off his loose trousers and holding him down as he relentlessly began toying with Umir’s cock, particularly with the small opening at the head. And after an hour or so later of merciless stretching, with no explanation from Nos, just silent, cruel torture, he had managed to fit an entire finger down his servant’s shaft.
“Nos, please! I said I’m sorry! ” Umir begs, not exactly sure what he should be sorry for, but he wants Nos to stop, his entire body overwhelmed by the sensations. He could feel Nos’ fingerprints scraping against the delicate, fluttering walls of his urethra, his cock’s misguided attempts to expel the intruder by clenching the muscles around it only making it so much worse. His cock gives a strong spurt of precum, anything to try and ease the insertion. Umir doesn’t even know how his cock managed it, his inner urethra sphincter and cock muscles stretched far beyond their use to properly spew a liquid.
“...No, Umir,” Nos said solemnly, “you failed me today.” He wriggles his finger a centimeter further down Umir’s cock, making him scream and grasp at Nos’ wrist. The little distance he’s able to move causes the thick precum to gush around Nos’ finger, bubbling out the stretched-taut ring of Umir’s urethra. Umir doesn’t make a move to actually dislodge Nos’ hand and finger, though. He’s not allowed to— not without Nos’ permission. And he’s afraid of the consequences of denying Nos’ whims.
“You promised me you would drain my balls every night!” Nos yells indignantly. “Can you imagine how irate I was this morning when I’d discovered that my balls were still full? How irritating that feeling was, and how much it detracted from the enjoyment of my day?” He curled his finger inside cruelly, bending Umir’s shaft in odd angles. It hurt, it felt too foreign, and too confusing. He doesn’t want to call it pleasant, because please, he begs his mind to believe, this cannot be pleasant. But how can something foreign, confusing, and supposedly unpleasant compel his balls to constantly draw up, for semen to continue to pulse steadily past Nos’ finger?
It is Umir’s job to drain his master’s balls every night, or whenever Nos wishes, but when Umir came into the master’s room yesterday, the room was empty. He’d asked the other servants for the master’s whereabouts, only to get the same answer: no one had seen the master since the morning. Perhaps he was supposed to wait late into the night for Nos’ inevitable arrival, but how was he supposed to know? This had never happened before; Nos is usually very punctual!
Umir forces himself to look down to see Nos’ progress and sobs.
It’s a monstrosity, and it is lewd– Nos’ finger sucked down to the last knuckle, his finger bent in a near ninety-degree angle, the uneven stretch making a small portion of his shaft distend outward. Umir shakes his head fearfully. He tries to tell Nos to stop, but all that comes out of his mouth is a shaky moan. A fresh wave of tears spill from Umir’s eyes as he continues to watch Nos bend his finger– as if he’s trying to make it curl neatly back into his fist. But it won’t– it’ll just be stuck, a plug at the end of Umir’s urethra that would be approximately double the stretch Umir’s taken just previously. Umir cannot let it happen. Even if it means breaking his promise of steadfast obedience. He can’t let his cock stretch like that– it… it might not go back to normal!
His piss slit feels heavy, like there's a lead weight attached to it, but really it’s just his cock’s struggle of trying to suck up the entirety of Nos’ digit, the traitor. Umir begins to put effort into dislodging Nos’ finger, the hand Umir had on his Nos’ wrist trying to pull him out.
All he manages to achieve is making a soppy, wet sucking noise resound from his cock, alongside an immediate wave of pleasure that makes his legs quake. He looks down in shock. More semen, more than usual, froths around Nos’ finger. That… that must have been there before. From an earlier orgasm. Umir shakes his head, clearing his mind from the unexpected orgasm and tries again, tugging.
Sluuuurp, sounds his cock, and Umir throws his head back, a high squeal tearing out of his throat. His thighs shake, squeezing around Nos, and sees that his cock’s expelled yet another gurgle of semen. The pieces click together slowly in Umir’s head, and he finally processes what’s happening. His urethra, the sloppy, loose hole that it surely is now, with the help of the copious volume of semen and precum, formed a liquid vacuum seal around Nos’ finger. Tugging it meant to go against the vacuum, and now that there was no tight sphincter to protect against the powerful suction, his semen was now able to simply just get pulled from his balls.
That explains why Nos didn’t even try to stop his attempts. Why Nos is just looking down at him with a smarmy grin.
Umir let his hands fall back with a frustrated sigh, panting from exhaustion. He wants to glare up at his master, but he finds that he cannot. It’s just Nos having a bit of play-time with what he perceives as a toy to him. In truth, there’s no harm in that. And even if he did try to muster up that anger to try for a searing glare, Umir knows he’ll still end up looking pathetic in Nos’ eyes.
“Done now?” Nos asks smugly.
Umir nods slowly. Then a cold spike of fear spears through his body as he realizes him trying to stop Nos’ hands could be seen as an act of defiance. He hastily tries to rectify his mistake.
“...I promise I meant nothing by trying to pull you away, master, it's– the sensations, it makes me spasm all over. I’m afraid one of my spasms might injure you if you keep going,” he tries, making his best excuse. “I don’t mean to be disobedient,” he begs. “It– my hands did that instinctively. Please, don’t pay any mind to them. Please, k-keep going,” he quivers, offering up a wobbly smile and settling his arms down stiffly at his sides to allow Nos room for exploration.
Nos shakes his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval. Umir’s stomach drops, his strained smile faltering.
“That’s two offenses against me in one day, Umir. You’ve never messed up quite so terribly in all these years you’ve served. Did something happen that compelled you to act this way?” he asks innocently, all while wriggling and twisting his finger against the smooth walls of Umir’s urethra.
Umir grits his teeth to handle the onslaught of sensations on his loosened passage, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It’s an exquisite torture– feeling Nos’ finger gently rub his walls in circular motions, as if he were pleasing a woman and not a grown man, and by the stars perhaps he is a woman, Umir thinks, because no man would ever derive pleasure via inner stimulation of his front hole. This is wrong, it is terrible on all levels, and yet Umir can’t stop from jizzing as Nos makes scooping, digging motions within his penis, stirring up the cum in his balls, rewetting Nos’ digit in order to make the slide easier.
Umir’s heart fills with dread as he notices his spurt isn’t strong, not at all, not anymore, because his widened passage can’t muster up the same pressure to ejaculate as a tightened urethra could. His orgasm ends up feeling more like slowly rising waters, his cum travelling up his shaft with none of the rapidity it had previously.
It feels like one continuous orgasm as his cock tries its best to eject its sperm, only managing to make it travel three-fourths up his shaft before his balls get exhausted, relaxing, and making his cum drop back into his testes. All for it to repeat again, beginning with his balls tensing upwards. Umir sniffles sadly, mourning the evolved state of his cock.
“Umir? Uh, hello?” Nos asks impatiently, waving his unoccupied hand in front of his servant’s face. “Focus. Come on. I asked you a question. Don’t make me count this as a third offense.” He looks off in thought, mumbling, “I don’t even think I have enough punishments in mind for yet another one, actually…”
Umir tenses, rushing to respond before Nos cooks up another method of torture, “C-can you repeat the question?” Umir asks nervously.
Nos levels a look down at Umir, who crumbles under the weight of his gaze. Umir knows he’s pushing the limits of Nos’ patience, but Umir thought it would be better for Nos to repeat the question for him to answer properly, instead of giving him a nonsensical answer as he guessed what Nos had just asked him.
Thankfully, mercifully, Nos just rolls his eyes and asks once again, “I said,” he says sharply, “...Did something happen outside this room to make you act so disobediently?”
Nos uses his hand to languidly jerk Umir’s shaft around his finger, enjoying the feeling of Umir’s urethra trying its best to suckle at his finger. It nearly distracts Umir as he struggles not to get swept away with the oncoming tide of orgasm, but Umir realizes that this is a test. Nos wants to see if Umir will fail him once again, seeing if yet another punishment is necessary to dish out.
Umir forces his eyes to not roll back into his brain, and looks straight into Nos’ eyes as he answers, hands clenched tightly at his sides. He begs his vocal cords to obey him, to be steady in speech.
“Nnnoooo…?” he responds in the most suspicious, shaky manner possible, and immediately Umir wants to kill himself as he stares at Nos’ unimpressed, raised eyebrow.
“Nnnooo…?” Nos mocks, and jabs his finger roughly against Umir’s prostate, too forceful to be pleasurable, making Umir wheeze as the impact squeezes a breath from his lungs alongside fresh tears. Nos begins pummeling Umir’s prostate, small, quick batterings against the fat gland behind Umir’s cock, the rapid series of squelches sounding more and more like fingering a wet cunt as precum bubbles out of his slit.
“No! No– no, nono, nonono, no, please, no,” he babbles, drool escaping the corners of his lips as he forces himself to stare into Nos’ eyes as he answers as honestly as possible. But Nos just keeps looking at him, a placid, maybe even proud smile on his face as he repeatedly fingers his prostate.
“No… no no… no,” Umir breathes, his words becoming sloppy and drawn out; he starts getting confused as, even though he’s sure that he’s staring directly at Nos, his vision is blurry and double-sighted. Multiple attempts to correct his vision just makes him go even more cross-eyed, so he has to give up looking straight at Nos in order to maintain enough brain resources to get his words out.
“Noooo… nooo…” he moans, and he finds he can’t manage any more responses after that, all his mind’s resources dedicated solely to enjoying the feeling of the soft spot in his insides getting battered and, surely, bruised. His mouth hangs open, his head thrown back, spit continuously dribbling down his chin as his urethra gets fingered. In the back of his mind, he wants to apologize to Nos, for not being able to focus even though it was explicitly demanded of him, for making a mess of his sheets and pillows, and for not being able to continue his verbal responses.
Umir isn’t sure how long he floats in that mindless space, tongue lolled out and drooling like a dog getting belly scritches, but he eventually senses that the sensation has ceased. He feels this primarily by the way he can feel the chilly air of the room caress the rubbed-raw walls of his urethra, and the way it tries to close up in defense, ultimately failing as it continues to kiss air.
“Oh, you sweet, dumb thing…” Nos coos lovingly, “I know that nothing in particular made you disobey me. I knew that from the start,” he murmurs, rubbing his cheek against Umir’s and stroking his servant’s sweaty brown hair. He kisses the side of Umir’s head, pulling him close to his chest,“...I just wanted to hear it directly.”
Then why did you punish me? Umir thinks dazedly, a small flare of anger heating up inside of him.
As if reading his servant’s mind, Nos continues, “But you know that no matter what, I can’t let disobedience go unpunished, right? That would just encourage further bad behavior. And Umir,” he whispers, “you’re my favorite. I don’t want you to become any less.”
…And just as quickly as it came, the little angry flame inside of Umir extinguishes. He understands Nos’ thought processes. He really does.
Umir sees Nos smile at him in his peripherals. “Just look at the wonderful mess you made, Umir,” Nos says, taking his chin roughly in one hand and pulling his head downward to his crotch. Umir stifles a whimper as he takes in the absolutely ruined state of his cock. He couldn’t feel it before, but he does now— a veritable pool of sticky cum pools between his thighs, on his belly, soaking the sheets, cooling against his skin. Umir doesn’t even recall when that had happened. Perhaps in his dazed state, where he couldn’t process much of anything, when all he was aware of was the fingertip prodding his prostate. He tries to shut his eyes, against the hideosity, but Nos slaps him.
“You haven’t seen the best part, Umir,” Nos grins. He keeps Umir’s head in place with one hand, and uses his other hand to direct the hole of his servant’s cock for Umir to gaze at. Umir gasps and wants to vomit at what he sees.
His cock, which once used to sort of be a point of pride for him, reduced to a flaccid, gaping maw. He can see his inflamed, raw urethral walls pulsing along with the rabbit-quick beat of his heart. He can spot the exact point at which his cum has failed to rise up his cock, pooled halfway up his shaft, still warmed up by his pink innards. Upon further review, he sees that his cock is actually trying to be erect, but the tissues there have been too ruined , too stretched to maintain any structural integrity. Umir lets out an ugly cry, snot dripping out his nose.
Nos peeks inside as well, and hums.
“Still some cum inside here, hm? Well, no matter,” he says coolly, and tips the head of his cock downward onto the sheets.
Umir panics, not wanting to dirty the sheets more than he already has, and rushes to clench to keep it contained. To his horror, his efforts do absolutely nothing to halt the flow of cum out of his cock and balls, and he has to watch helplessly as his balls are effortlessly drained, wasted right onto the sheets. His own cum somehow feels foreign to his own body, uncomfortably dripping out of him like runny snot he just can’t stop. Any hope he had before that his urethral sphincter hadn’t been completely ruined flies out the window.
Stars, he’s going to have to keep himself plugged up constantly. Or– or he’s going to have to wear sanitary pads, or something like… a diaper. But he can’t stomach the thought. Shuffling around in feminine hygiene products, or with a thick rod up his cock, or in a diaper is horribly degrading.
“...s’ ruined,” Umir murmurs, defeated. Nos perks up.
“Huh? Whats’at?” he asks, pressing his ear closer to Umir’s lips.
“It’s ruined,” Umir repeats quietly.
Nos looks at him like he’s crazy, “Ruined? Umir, this is far better than what you had before!” He fingers at the tip of his hole, with his pinky this time, and Umir blanches when he sees that his cock isn’t even tight around the digit, sagging dismally around Nos’ littlest finger. Nos plucks his pinky around idly, fidgeting with Umir’s cock as if it wasn’t even attached to a human being. Umir can’t control the shudder that wracks through his body as he listens to the filthy squelching coming from his own genitals. It didn’t used to sound like that. It never used to sound like that. Now that’s all he’s going to expect in the future.
“I’ll have this turned into a proper cunt yet, Umir,” he says dreamily. “See, the female servants are always so uppity– refusing my advances. But not you, Umir. You never say no to me. That’s why you’re my favorite,” he says happily, kissing Umir’s temple.
“I’ve never fucked a cunt before, Umir. Assholes I’ve done, yeah, yours, Umir, but never cunt. I’ve always wanted to make you a cunt, Umir, but I’ve never found the opportunity. Your services are always so perfect. You never mess up.”
Umir’s eyes widen, a sudden spike of adrenaline coursing through his blood as he realizes what Nos had done.
Nos pouts at him, batting his eyelashes, “I’m sorry for making you feel like you’d ever made an error, Umir. You didn’t.” He brushes a tear away from Umir’s eyes, “...Forgive me?”
Umir’s eyes are frenzied with anger as he looks at Nos. He’d ruined his cock permanently, forcing him into a future full of urethral plugs, sanitary pads, diapers, and humilation— all for the sole, selfish purpose of wanting to experience fucking a woman, and all he can say is sorry?
But then Nos pulls him into a hug, and he melts. For whatever damned fucking reason, he melts. He melts into the embrace, and he nods, pressing his face into his master’s neck, resigning himself to his humiliating future.