Getting Caught - Sex Stories

Getting Caught

He seemed to rise in anger, his figure becoming daunting, this once withdrawn man, now a huge beast.

"So you think you're a big man, fucking someone elses girl behind their back do you!?" He shouted, spit flying from his lips, he appeared to be almost frothing at the mouth like a rabid animal.

"I'll show you what a big man is really like, you little fucking bitch" he roared as his back hand connected with my cheek.

The slap was intense, my vision faded in, out and then swirled, and my ears rang a high pitched whistling noise, it took me a minute to gather my bearings. The slap had knocked me for six, I ended up on the floor and rolled onto my hands and knees, trying to get back up, my brain and muscles seeming to miscommunicate. I could hear shouting, but it was muffled to me, I glanced over my shoulder with my vision gradually returning, Emma was still secured to the bedframe by her wrists and the silk scarf that was knotted around them. The pegs on her now bruised nipples squeezing harshly, and the plug in her ass which took so much effort to get in, now refused to exit. She looked panicked and was frantically pleading, it didn't seem to be working, he approached her, grabbing something off the wooden bedside table, I didn't know what it was until he moved away, the ball gag we had thrown to the side earlier, now lay strapped into her mouth, stretching it wide, tears and drool beginning to run off her chin.

He walked back to me, still on my hands and knees, I ...

... was completely naked, my limp cock and balls hung between my legs, having rescinded out of fear.

I was only 5 ft8" and weighed about 70kg (154lbs). Marcus was 6 ft3" and easily 110kg (242lbs), he worked in construction or demolition, something like that, I had met him once before, he was quiet and seemed almost shy, now... now he seemed like my worst nightmare.

I grabbed for a chair to help myself up, but Marcus kicked it away, it rolled on to its side a few feet away, his large boot shooting past my face, I began to crawl for it, I knew how vulnerable I was and I was scared I was about to lose my manhood. I looked over my shoulder again at Marcus and saw his large work boots slowly coming towards me as I tried to get away, his hands grasping his belt as he pulled it out of his loops. He held the buckle, and I knew what was coming. With a loud crack, he brought the black leather belt down on my white ass cheeks, the welt almost instantaneous along with the burning, I tried to shout or scream, but my breath was gone from my lungs, I still crawled.

"You pathetic little excuse for a man, what did she ever see in you?" Another crack of the belt and another welt on my ass.

"Look at you, crawling away, not even standing up for yourself, nothing but a little bitch, a bitch who needs to be taught a lesson" a third crack of the belt, this one splitting my cheeks and slapping against my asshole, I paused as a jolt was sent through my entire body, my stomach clenching hard ...