Author Note: I brought home several items from our trip to the Costume Shop, and I’ve been enjoying having Mike dress up, all month long. Hope you enjoy too! ~G

I walk around Mike, who’s dressed in a slutty Superman costume and strung up in the middle of my living room. My footfalls are sure and steady, and it’s easy to spot the way Mike’s breath hitches in anticipation. I idly play with the leather impact paddle in my hands. Mike’s eyes follow the movement intensely as he tries not to wiggle. I know he wants to be a good boy and make me proud, and that’s exactly what he’ll do. His gaze jumps from the paddle in my hands to my body, wrapped up in a skintight Wonder Woman costume. His cock twitches when his gaze lingers on my tits, perky nipples perfectly protruding from the spandex.

I stop my pacing and stand directly in front of Mike. He’s ripped from his thoughts as I look down into his eyes for a long moment. That moment is all the warning he gets before I bring the paddle down hard directly onto his cock. Mike gasps. I see in his eyes, the glorious second his mind goes blank with pleasure before the sensation melts into stinging pain. I gently place the paddle on his red, drooling cock and drag it up the expanse of his body until it rests on his left nipple. I circle the hardened bud with featherlight touches. His chest tenses in anticipation right before I slap the paddle right on his nipple. Mike lets out a yelp of pain and clenches his teeth when I don’t stop there. I continue my assault on his chest, not stopping until his pecs glow bright red and tears spring to his eyes.

Mike whimpers and babbles wordless pleas, not knowing if he wants me to stop or go harder. Ultimately, Mike doesn’t have a say in what I do to him, and I eventually stop the lashes against his chest. Sure, he could always use his safe-word, but he never has yet. He’s such a good boy.

I can’t help but giggle at the state of Mike. His arms and legs tremble as I brush the paddle over the newly-formed welts that adorn his skin. Only once Mike has calmed down a little, I trail the paddle down his body once again. Goosebumps form in the wake of the paddle as it leads down to his cock. But I don’t stop there. I trail the paddle lower, rubbing it against Mike’s balls, which hang heavy and sensitive. Mike whimpers, but I ignore him. I deliver a light swat to his balls, but it still makes tears spill over his cheeks and down his neck.

“A-ahh,” Mike moans in pain, his whole body shuddering as the leather grazes over his balls. He tries not to flinch, but I see how every muscle of his body is screaming at him to get away. He reacts to the next hit like he’s been punched. His chest heaves as he makes a pitiful attempt to breathe through the pain. He’s such a brave boy. My good boy. He sobs and rubs his thighs together, trying to get away. I chuckle, knowing it’s pointless, but it’s still cute watching him squirm.

‘He’s such a sweet boy. I love him so much.’ I think, but instead of saying this aloud, I raise the paddle once more. I bring it down five more times in quick succession over the previous mark on his balls. Mike screams in pain and begs me to stop, but I don’t hear his safe word, so I know he’s enjoying this. His cock is practically pointing straight up, precum beading at the tip before leaking down his heated skin. His legs must feel like jelly, but Mike has no choice but to hold himself up as best he can.

“Please,” he whimpers, and I have to stifle a smirk. He’s beautiful with his red cheeks stained with tears and spit.

“I’ll let you cum, but you have to cum from this.” His eyes widen, but before he can respond, I bring the paddle back down onto his dick. I don’t give Mike any time to breathe. Each slap is directly followed by a harsher one. Mike sobs and squirms, but I don’t let up. Eventually, he lets out a choked moan through his tears as his cock squirts out rope after rope of cum. I don’t stop the abuse on his cock. I smile as Mike screams, and all I can think about is how beautiful he is.