Punishment and Submission of a Hump.

A distant future. Two security guards lead the condemned man down a narrow corridor, slender, elegant and sensual, dressed in their fair, artificial leather uniforms in geometric designs of black and gold tones, high-heeled boots and mirrored helmets covering his head and eyes. The man walks among them, half-naked with his wrists bound together his back by bounding chains they walk until they come to a wall at the end of the corridor. Seemingly a dead end. But one of the policemen puts his palm in an opening and the smooth wall slides smoothly revealing a large room, illuminated by finely designed spots that make the environment cozy and at the same time sensual. The guards hold the condemned man's arms and lead him into the middle of the room, until he is facing a long, wide table in a sinuous shape with its shiny, transparent glass-like top. Colonel, the condemned man. Behind the table you can see the back of a large chair with modern lines in a color reminiscent of red wine. A small white hand, very delicate with painted nails rests on one of the arms of the chair. That's all you can see. "Take off your handcuffs". The policemen release the wrists of the bearded man, not more than thirty years old, the long hair to the middle of the back. The hairy chest, with well defined muscles, the thin belly. The two girls show a strange smile as they release the wrists of the man. The defendant moves his hands around the wrists trying to regain the sensitivity of the arms and fingers. He has a frightened look. "Is there anything else, Colonel?" "You can take it off". One of the girls has a hard time controlling her laughter. "You take it or we take it?" Embarrassed the man descends the deeply dug slip, barely keeping his 'gifts'. "Ready to go, Colonel". "It's just, you can leave". The sound of the boots moving away, the squealing of the door closing. The man passes his hands, straightening his hair. It takes a while before the chair turns and a woman with short, curly, gray hair appears, looking at the completely naked male figure. Despite an expressionless look, a cynical smile begins to form on the round face. Her green eyes twinkle. Uncomfortable man covers himself with his hands. "I didn't tell you to cover up". He obeys as she raises a flexible screen as thin and malleable as a sheet of paper, the military woman scrapes her throat and speaks. "July mosque?" I said, "Yes, ma'am". You're famous, you know that?" He puts his hands together on his back, looks down at the ground. The soldier stands up, from around the table, comes closer. Julio feels a fragrance of flowers. The shiny black leather adorning his body, highlighting the contour of the breasts. The curves of the waist, the well-twisted thighs of a mature woman. In her hands she holds a small whip that she strikes from time to time on the palm of her hand. "Look at me". He obeys again. "You live up to your name". He looks away. "Look at me!" He raises his head, she lowers her arm, she crosses her fingers, palms and squeezes a headed, copper-plated limb that barely fits in the delicate hand of the military. "Increasing, is it not?" He coughs uncomfortably. "Some people don't like it. He grunted when she played. I was like, "Aahh!" "Does it hurt when I squeeze here?" "No, it's not that, ma'am". "Right, at least that, you have to know who's in charge here. "Whoa!" "Don't moan, I don't like men moaning. A man should only give pleasure to a woman, that's what you were born for". "Colonel, please"... "Yes, my dear?" "I can't, I don't want to stand like this in front of you. "Just like that? The pointed nails erase the thick skin of the sacs. I was like, "Aaaii!" How many days ago? "About fifteen, I suppose?" "A lot of people don't like it, I think it's the vast majority, and I'm one of the few who don't mind it, especially a rare specimen like you. In order not to groan, the man closes his eyes, concentrates, opens his mouth, the soldier has fun, passes the tip of the pointer on his glans, a sticky drop drops his finger, she puts it on the tip of his tongue and tastes the salty taste, the taste of an excited male. "Fifteen days is a long time for a specimen like you. I think I'll like you Mosque. A dish like yours, can't be wasted. Not a drop". She pulls out of a pocket on the side of her arm a malleable ring with two handles, first she shows it and then she goes down, she grabs the condemned man's penis, and she puts one hand on it, squeezing the base of the penis, and the other hand she wraps around the man's balls. I was like, "Aaahh! "Don't shout! I've already told you. I didn't expect this from you Mosque. Men don't cry". It's excruciating the pain of the ring squeezing the trunk, the veins of the penis pulsating as it gets fuller, harder, the sacs becoming even fuller, the stretched skin glowing. The excessive pressure forces a drop at the top of the glans. In the small opening the drop gushes out mellowing the brown trunk. The glans acquires a red color. The dominant lady dissolves the drop between her fingers, savoring the aroma with her eyes closed. Until she passes the tip of her finger in the kiss of her youngest submissive. "This is perfect". Julius breathes, trying not to groan, but his body trembles, sweat runs down his brow and chest, the soldier pinches the man's nipple, pulls, stretches, and squeezes everything without taking his eyes off the condemned or his youngest slave? "Who told you not to obey? Who told you to break our laws? You know it's a crime". I was like, "Aaah!" She slapped him with the back of her hands. "I didn't do anything, nothing, that's what he asked me to do, I swear". "Shut up! Didn't I tell you to open your mouth? You're sick of mosques, that's what you are. You can't eat another man. It's the law. That's why you're here to fulfill the law". "No, please, no!" "You should have thought of that before, boy, before you fucked your fellow friend, Mosquito. "It was he who forced me, deceived me, I swear!" "Everyone is innocent, right? Even more so men, hypocrites and perverts are what you are. You are just another mosque, another sick person who commits an absurd crime. Pederasty is punished by law". But I don't like it, he's the one who got me drunk and tricked me. "Of course you like it, every man likes it. The cynical smile turns into a sadistic smile, and she pushes a button on the table, and from the ceiling come down two open bracelets chained together. "Stick on your wrists". He obeys by closing the handles. The height makes Julius stand on the tip of his feet. The soldier turns around until he disappears behind him. Julius shivers as he feels the tip of the whip slide down his back, vertebra by vertebra, until it reaches the coccyx, until it descends into the middle of the buttocks. "I like it". She gropes the man's hips. "The perfect size, is it not?" "For what, Colonel? "What for, an asshole, better to fuck an ass like yours, more practical, deeper"... "Aah, the girl!" "Colonel Teixeira, have some respect for me, you worm!" "Excuse me, Colonel, I was... Teixeira bites the ear, scratches the neck of Julio until he begins to feel a tremor all over his body. The delicate fingers of the military cut off the middle of the hips, push the buttocks away until they find the opening of the anus. "Colonel, take it easy, the lady is the first one who"... Two fingers plunging down the middle of the ass, poking, poking, abusing while Teixeira bites the man's neck. "Colonel... whoa!" The skilled military woman dips two fingers in the middle until she finds the most hidden erogenous spot in a man, the most forbidden and exciting center of a male. I was like, "Aaahh!" "Don't moan! Speak up! It's what you deserve Mosque! It's your pity for being a sick man. And besides, it excites you, doesn't it?" I was like, "No, no!" "Hahaha! Liar, I know, it makes you enjoy horrors. Holy shit! Out of your head the stick. Makes you crazy, right? The greatest humiliation and the greatest pleasure. That's why you're all gay, deep down you're all perverts. The man shakes his body, the man trembles, the tip of the penis gets even hotter, throbbing and redder, and the excruciating pain makes the balls even more swollen, Teixeira bites again at the shoulder and the ear, the dragging voice of a torturer provoking the victim. "Do you want to joke, Julius, do you want to lighten up, fill up a woman, or do you prefer a man's ass, huh?" She moves away, pulls her fingers out of the anus, smells the scent of a man, then turns around, scratching the skin with her fingernails from the back to the chest, until she stops facing the convict of the absurd crime, a smile of satisfaction stamping on her face, and she again lowers her hand until she touches the convict's penis, caresses the balls ever larger and more swollen, passes the tip of her finger over the glans and holds the criminal's firm erection. "I like you Mosque. I went with your face, I think we can become great friends, how about that? "So you're using me, huh? "You're gonna fill my bucket, is that it? "You punish me like that, I'll do anything you want". Take a slap in the face. "Who says you can call me by your name?" "Colonel, excuse me, ma'am, I just don't want to have to"... "Don't make the face of a weeping mosque. You have no right to want anything. You are nothing but a man, a submissive. I am the one who decides what your punishment will be". A new slap accompanied by a kiss, which becomes a bite in the kiss that she is stretching until he screams. The soldier lets out a laugh and walks back until he stands again on the back of the condemned. Julius senses the moment, a silence that is broken by strange noises. He hears objects being thrown, lids being opened a wet sound. "It won't hurt at all if you don't resist. I know you'll like it. Look, I put a cream on the tip, it'll be nice and wet just to slip. Feel it". I was like, "Aahh!" The voice growls near the ear, one hand resting on Julio's shoulder, the other pointing his dick in the middle of his hips. Relax, it's not as big as yours, suitable for a virgin like you. I was like, "Aaaah! "Take it easy, boy, I'm going to punch you in the face so you'll never forget me". "Crowneeel". What is that? The drunken, mealy-mouthed, cold tip bursts in, breaks through to the limit, rolling up Julius's flesh, the man shivers, shakes and screams as his mistress fucks him in the ass. That's it, Colonel. A muffled sound accompanied by a deep vibration coming from her, coming from inside him, the torturing dildo vibrating inside the male, driving the youngster even crazier. "To make fun of you, to make fun of everything, all that shit you keep in your balls. The stabs grow stronger, her thin fingernails scratching the skin of her chest and the sides of her body until her delicate hand wraps around Julio's penis and pockets. "Whoa, whoa!" "That kid, the grand finale, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, you fuck!" The handkerchief is frenzied, insane, almost flaying the stretched skin, and the drunken dick continues to vibrate inside the virgin's ass, the man goes crazy and lets loose, and long, white jets his creamy pleasure. "Aaaah! Aaaaah! Oooohh! Oooooohh!" I was like, "Oh, my God! Jets being thrown in great heaps over the table, also falling on the armchair in front of him. It goes on until he gets tired, a last drop drops, wetting the soldier's fingers, little by little the colonel moves away, the belt is being pulled and the member is coming out of the middle of Julius, like an evil panther she peels with her nails the sweaty skin of the prisoner, from his back to his chest. The stick tied to the belt, and she smiled as if she were masturbating the object. In front of the defendant, in front of her slave, her new submissive. It was thicker than Julius expected, the musculature of the anus throbs, a discomfort, an ardor, so the head of the penis. Teixeira examines the table, the drops staining the glass top, she stretches out her hand, passes the tip of her finger and then takes her mouth, and tests by examining the man tied up. "Which one tastes better, don't you think?" He doesn't dare answer. "A well-nourished stallion, Julius, it's a pity that... it's a pity that I'm at work. She looks down and squeezes the condemned man's molenga penis. "Who knows you don't commit another crime, who knows with another cellmate, I can get you a new one, you know?" "I've already said that I don't like... men, it was a weakness, it was bullshit". And I would love to beat you up again". "You won't tell them, will you?" Are you afraid of the mosque, afraid of turning your little girl away from your ward, who knows, maybe we can't negotiate?" Negotiate? "I will protect you and you will become my new slave, my little girl". "Yours?" He said. "Here you are". "And I'll have to do what?" She lets out a laugh. "I thought you were smarter, boy, a submissive must know how to please his mistress". "What do I have to do?"