July 2019 Drabble #2

Reaper is magnificent; hanging in his shackles and trembling intermittently. His ash grey skin having taken on a quite fetching hue of red on his backside.

Ana is slowly rounding him, her steps barely making a sound on the concrete floor of the interrogation room. Still, Reaper is shuddering with every light tap. tap. tap. her feet produce.

In the beginning, he tried to keep an eye on her and every other of the people that have played with him, but by now he is just waiting; head hanging. Submissive and yearning.

His ass burns with the sharp snaps of a ruler that the little meka pilot had swung against him again and again, giggling and delighted how the fat cheeks had jiggled. He is not focusing on that particular hurt now, though; not when Ana is there behind him.

He jerks when he feels the cool, gloved tips of her fingers gently touching his balls; heavy, low-hanging nuts that she can just about cradle in her hand to feel their heft. Ripe.

Reaper is breathing deep and fast, sweat springing up along his hairline. 

“There are a lot more waiting outside, you know,” Ana’s voice comes; slightly rough so it always sounds like she is purring. He groans deeply as a reply.

“Nobody is angry with you anymore.”

“Please,” he groans, slow and drawn-out like a prayer. She hums and her previously lax fingers curl around his sac and squeeze the fat orbs until he whines and lifts up onto the balls of his feet.

“You want it?”

“Yes… yes, plea-”

Before he can finish his plea, there is the dull impact of Ana’s knee into his ball sac, and all air leaves his lungs. Pain radiates from between his thighs. His first instinct is to drop to his knees and protectively clench his knees together, but he manages somehow to keep standing upright.

He groans deeply, staring blearily at the floor. His cock is hard; has been ever since the young Korean girl had spanked him and baby talked him as if he were a little recalcitrant boy, and Ana’s rough treatment of his heavy breeder balls is not making it any easier.

She is not touching his cock, of course; not many of them do. They are not interested in him finding orgasms most of the time; they like to play with his body more. Feel him up and make him feel pain.

Ana appears at his side, her face cool and detached except for two spots of color dancing high on her cheeks. He watches his face as she slaps his fat balls with the flat of her hand. He makes a high-pitched and vulnerable sound in the back of his throat as he feels his balls swing, dangling helplessly for the abuse between his trembling thighs.

He feels a bit nauseous from the pain, but mostly elated by it. There is a long, glinting string of pre-cum dribbling from the opening of his loose foreskin.

“Maybe I should ask Hana back in… see how much of a slut you are to getting your pathetic balls mistreated.”

Reaper shudders, head lowering until he just hangs in his shackles by his wrists and can open his legs wider for the abuse. Ana makes a sound of disgust, then punches him in the ballsac with her fist, knuckles hard and sharp against the ripe orbs.

Reaper gurgles and his cock jerks.