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It was a very weird day. I thought it was a good idea to sneak into the house of the super rich guy down the street. Jonas Parker. It's April 1st and I thought it would be a good prank... And I think he's kinda hot to be completely honest. I'm a bit scared because he also looked super shady but... you only live once. So I did it. I snuck into his house. I took a friend with me to feel a bit safer. The house looks very modern and all the furniture is either black or red. I liked it. "Man, I didn't think he'd have the same style as I do-" was all I could say before we started hearing footsteps. We quickly decided to hide in empty closets but ended up on different sides of the giant room. It was him... Tall, light brown hair, dark blue eyes, he was wearing a dark brown suit and... holding a bloody knife in his hand? My heart started pounding. I could hear it in my head. Was he a murderer? I wanted to scream but we had to stay quiet. I thought it was going well till I heard a sound from the closet my friend was in. And it seemed like he heard it to. Not even a second later I saw him dragging my friend out of the closet, her screaming, begging him to let her go and apologizing over and over again. In a very deep and angry voice I heard him ask if there were other people in the house. My friend said no but I could see the disbelief on his face. He dragged her out of the house by her arm, then slammed the door shut. And that's it. Silence. All I could hear was my heart beating and me breathing kinda fast in panic. He went to the kitchen. I thought it was safe enough to run closer to the exit and hide again but he heard me. Before I was able to shut the door of the next closet I wanted to hide in, he already got back to the room. But I didn't notice it until I saw him getting closer and closer. He opens the door and pulls me out. Trying to stay quiet, I only let out a quiet squeak. I fall onto my knees and looked up at him with my eyes wide open in fear as I saw him smirking at me. "Now what do we have here?", he says, "Poor little thing. Did your friend leave you? I knew she wasn't the only one." I try to speak but he immediately interrupts me: "I've seen you before, haven't I? You're the one who's been staring at me on parties but never talked." Not able to control it, I blushed a little and nodded. "P-Please don't hurt me, Sir, I didn't mean to-", he interrupts me again with a slight chuckle. "You know I was always wondering why you're acting so weird around me...", he says, pulling me up and putting his finger under my chin, making me continue to look at him, "...but it looks like I found the reason." I blush more and try to look away but he grabs my chin and forces me to keep looking at him. In a more aggressive voice he says: "Talk to me." With tears running down my face I say: "Okay I confess! I think you're hot, I never had time to build up the courage to talk to you because you always left so early and I didn't think you'd ever talk to me anyway because you're so goddamn rich and I don't have much money! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" He lets go of me and I fall back down to the ground. "Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you. If I wanted to, I would've done it already. Why are you so scared?" "B-Because I- I saw you with the knife a-and I- u-uhm-" "Ooooh.", he laughs, "Did you really think I killed someone?" I look down and nod. "Well, it wasn't someone, it was something. And that something was chickens. I helped out on the farm a few blocks away from here." He picks me up and I squeak, still not fully trusting him. "Shh I wanna show you something." Expecting the worst, I get more scared and breathe faster. "You should save your breath for later. You'll need it.", he says in a kinda seductive voice. I freeze. Is he really going to do that? We just met and not in a pleasant way. He doesn't know anything about me. He doesn't know what I like. But... I won't stop him... I wanted it for a long time so I won't miss that opportunity. We get to a big and mostly red room, with a black bed, a giant mirror and a cabinet in it. I feel like I know what's in there. He sets me down on the bed and kisses me, making me let out a surprised squeak but then melting into the kiss. "What a desperate boy you are. Making it hard to resist you." He smirks again and pushes me so I'm laying down. "You wouldn't even mind it if someone did horrible things to you just for the pleasure. You kinky little brat" I stay quiet and blush while waiting for him to just do something to me. He opens the cabinet and takes out some things, including a whip and ropes. Out of nowhere he says "Take your clothes off. Before I decide to rip them off myself." I obey and take off everything, revealing my dick, already hard and twitching, desperate for attention. He turns around and scans my body, making me blush more. He chuckles again. "We haven't even started and you already look like you could burst. I expected a bit more patience from you. Now get back on the bed and lay down. Face up. And don't you dare touch yourself." I quickly lay down on the bed and look at my dick. Oh god he's right. I don't think I want to know how sensitive I got just by him kissing me. He turns around again and gets more things out of the cabinet. Wanting to see what happens, I stroke my dick with two fingers and immediately let out a quiet moan, making him turn around. "Oh, so that's how we're playing." "I-I'm sorry-" "Shut up. You only get to talk when your master tells you to. Do you understand?" I nod. He walks over to me and chokes me. "Say it." I just quietly answer with "Yes", making him choke me harder and making me gasp. In a dominant voice he asks: "Yes, what?" I answer: "Y-Yes master." Without an answer, he stops choking me and blindfolds me. "You'll get to see later." He ties my hands together above my head and my feet to the corners of the bed, making my legs spread wide open. Out of nowhere, he ties a tiny vibrator to the base of my cock and pushes another vibrator in me, set to a low setting, making me gasp loudly. He was right when he said I should save my breath. I let out very quiet moans, making him chuckle more. "That's sweet. Already moaning. Ready to cum for your master. And we just started." I feel him getting on top of me, still fully dressed, pushing my dick down, making me moan a bit louder. "Count every time I hit you. I want to hear you, you little brat." He hits my chest with the whip, just making me yell: "FUCK-" He answers: "Fuck is not a number darling" He hits me again. "AHH- TWO- FUCK FUCK FUCK-" My hips move up, making him move up as well but he hits me twice in response and I scream: "THREE- FOUR!!!" He turns up the level of both vibrators, making me moan much louder and my dick is dripping with precum. Getting very close to cumming I beg: "AHH MASTER PLEASE-" "Please what, brat? Already that weak?", he asks calmly. Not able to hold it back, I cum all over the bed and accidentally get some of it on his pants too. He gets off me I cry: "I'm so sorry master please forgive me!" In response, he turns both vibrators to the highest setting and I moan much louder. He whispers in my ear: "You made such a mess. You deserve a harder punishment." A few seconds later, I feel something that feels like a string of tiny metal balls being pushed into my urethra, making me moan much louder but also whimper as I experience a mixture of incredible pleasure and slight discomfort. He pushes it as far in as possible until I suddenly yelp in pain. "OW- BE FUCKING CAREFUL-" He answers: "Don't me so disrespectful you fucking brat" I then feel him push it in even deeper, making me cry out in pain. "AHH I'M SORRY PLEASE STOP IT HURTS SO MUCH I'M SORRY OH MY GOD-" He pulls it out a bit and I weakly respond with "Th-Thank you m-master." He slowly thrusts the string in and out of me, making me moan very loudly and I let out a mixture of cum with a bit of blood after a few minutes. After that he takes the vibrators off and out of me, unties my arms and legs and takes the blindfold off me, revealing very red eyes from the crying. "Th-That w-wa-" He interrupts me again: "I'm not done yet. You think you're getting the whole thing and I don't get anything in return?" I weakly respond: "N-No m-master." "Good. Get off the bed and on your knees." I slowly get off the bed and on my knees, then look up to see him smirking at me. He opens his pants and takes out his dick, then forces it in my mouth, making me gag. Holding back a moan, he says: "Good. Suck it. Suck it as hard as you can." I obey and start sucking, making him moan. "Oh fuck! Such a good boy. You're getting there so fast." I manage to smile a bit, suck faster and push his dick deeper in my throat every time. "Damn calm down you little cum slut!" He takes his dick out of my mouth and jacks off till he cums on my face. I lick the rest off his dick but he pulls my head back by my hair. "You desperate cum slut. Already wanting more. I think it's enough. Clean yourself and put your clothes back on. I'll meet you in my kitchen." I do that and try not to collapse on the way to the kitchen. He's cooking dinner. Way too much for just one person. Confused I just ask: "Wha-" Without looking at me, he says: "You can stay here for the night. I have a spare bedroom. I'll bring you back home tomorrow." Kinda disappointed I respond: "Oh... o-ok..." He immediately asks: "Why do you sound so disappointed? Wanna go back tonight? We can do that." I respond: "N-No! I- I want to stay- I- I hate my home- I sometimes don't even have enough money to pay my bills... I can even be your sex slave or something I'll do anything to stay here! And... FUCK, JONAS, I LOVE YOU!" A few seconds go by, then I just say: "I- I should just go... I'm sorry for bothering you... I'll leave you alone..." He grabs my wrist, pulls me close to him and kisses me, then says: "No. You'll stay then. And not as my sex slave. You can sleep in my bed. We'll get your things tomorrow." He hugs me, then whispers: "I love you too."