My roommate catches me in his room (PART 3 - final...)

I let out a small scream of pain as I listened to his laughter and the shoe hits. One, two, three... seven... fifteen... twenty-five...

I've never really liked these things too much, but I have to admit that being gagged, blindfolded, and knowing that it was him who was doing it made me stop seeing it as something to reject and started to like it more. But unfortunately, this led to me getting a hard-on.

- What have I told you? No getting hard, bitch, no matter how much you like this, it's not a pleasure.

He followed that sentence with a hit from his shoe, but this time it wasn't on my ass but on my balls. Inevitably, I twisted in pain and fell sideways on the bed. A couple of tears sprang from my eyes along with a muffled cry muffled by his sock.

- Get on all fours again, your punishment is not over yet. But now you know what will happen if you get hard again, so control yourself, that's something you can't even do.

I returned to the previous position, but with more fear than before. From that moment on, my mind was focused on nothing but controlling not getting hard. And I must have succeeded, because the hits stopped without any more directed at my balls.

- And 50. Very good, you lasted until the end without me having to see you hard. - as he spoke, he took off the sock from my eyes. - Stand up and look in the mirror, see how your fag ass looks now.

I had no idea a butt could turn so red. You could even see the imprint of his shoe sole in some parts. I didn't want to touch it because I'm sure it would hurt more, but I could feel it burning.

As I looked at myself, I saw that he had left the room for a moment, and returned with a bag of rice. Rice? Under my puzzled gaze, he started pouring the grains onto a chair, covering it completely.

- Sit there. Since you endured the hits so well, I want to give you a little reward so you don't have such a bad memory of this.

That surprised me, but I saw it as a poisoned gift. As soon as I sat down, I felt how the burning on my butt multiplied with the slightest movement I made on those rice grains. I grimaced in pain, which stopped when he took off the sock from my mouth. He then used it to tie my hands behind the chair. He also took a couple of ropes from a drawer in his wardrobe. As he tied my feet to the chair legs, I noticed there were different types of ropes in the drawer, as well as metal clamps and what looked like other BDSM utensils. The truth is, I'm surprised that after several months of living together I had never found out about these things.

When he finished tying all my limbs, he grabbed some clamps he had just seen. He put one on each nipple and I noticed something I hadn't seen from a distance: they had a kind of notches, not sharp but marked enough to make the sensation of them being painful than if they were regular clamps. Additionally, he put three more on my balls.

- Well, let ...