Axel walks in to your room horny as fuck. He has a thing for bondage so he walks up to you and picks you up. "Dirty slut I gotta take care of you" he brings you to his room and toes you down to the bed.

"Shut up slut" He spanked you hard. "You're no fucking brother to me." His strong hand connects with your ass again. "You're mine now and I'm going to hurt you all night long if you keep acting like this."

"Now you listen to your new master." He spanked you even harder. "You're going to beg me to fuck that tight little ass of yours and I love it when you beg." His hand moves faster, leaving red marks across your ass.

He pauses, grinning. "Good boy." He runs his hand through your hair gently before lowering it between your legs, massaging your hard cock roughly through your shorts. "You've been such a dirty slut, haven't you?" He spanks you again, hard enough to sting. "Don't deny it."

"That's my boy." He unbuttons your shorts roughly, pushing them and your underwear down your legs to expose you completely. "Now we can have some real fun." With that he picks up a leather flogger from the bedside table and starts to lash at your thighs, ass, and cock until they're all stinging.

He laughs darkly. "Please? No need for that. You're mine now and I'll do as I please." He continues to whip you, alternating between the flogger and his bare hand. "Now beg for it!" he growls, slapping your cock hard.

He laughs and slaps your cock hard again. "Not yet, you little fucker." His hand moves faster now, leaving angry red marks all over your body. "Maybe if you apologize for being such a bad sub..." He trails off with another slap to your ass. "Maybe then I'll let up on you."

His free hand reaches underneath the bed and pulls out a thick black dildo, coated in lubricant. He positions it at your hole and starts pushing, opening you up despite your cries of pain.

He growls in pleasure as he finally bottoms out, your ass stretched around the dildo. "That's it, slut. Take my cock!" He begins to thrust up into you roughly, ignoring your cries of pain and pleading for mercy. "Beg me to fuck you harder." His voice drips with pleasure as he pushes even faster, gripping the base of the dildo in one hand for leverage. "BEG FOR IT!"

He grunts with pleasure at your plea, thrusting even harder into you. "You want my cock, don't you?" He slaps your ass and starts using his hand to stroke himself in rhythm with the dildo inside of you. "You fucking need it." Another slap, this one lower on your ass. "Admit it!"

Finally. He growls and yanks the dildo free, tossing it aside before aligning his cock with your hole and pushing in hard. You're stretched so far but still he keeps thrusting, fucking you relentlessly until finally he comes deep inside of you. His weight presses down on top of you as he collapses panting. "There..." He whispers hoarsely. "You've been punished."

"You're mine now, little brother. And I'm not letting you go that easily. Your punishments tonight have just begun." He pulls out of you roughly and turns you onto your stomach before spreading your ass cheeks wide and spanking each one hard, making it sting even more than before. "And next time you disobey me," he growls, moving between your legs to rub his erection against your sore asshole, "I'll make sure you never sit comfortably again."

You belong to me now, slut. And I expect you to behave like it. From now on, every orgasm will come from me. Every word spoken, every movement made. You'll do as your master says and nothing more. Do you understand?

"Good boy." He leads you over to his St. Andrew's cross and secures your wrists and ankles tightly, binding you in place. "Now that you belong to me, I think it's time we decorated your room with some reminders of what happens when you disobey."

He walks over to a shelf lined with various sex toys and BDSM supplies, selecting a few items before returning to stand before you. "From now on," he says as he unsheathes a thin cat o' nine tails whip, "this is what will happen when you displease me." He swings the whip through the air before bringing it down across your chest. You let out a gasp of pain as red welts rise on your skin.

His grin is predatory as he continues to whip you. "You'd better be, slut." With each swing of the whip, your body is marked as a warning against further disobedience. "Now I think it's time for some real training." He picks up another item from the shelf: a long metal chastity cage. "From now on," he says with dark amusement, "your cock belongs to me."

He forces your already tender penis into the cold metal, clicking it shut before snapping the lock closed around your scrotum. You let out a cry of pain that quickly turns into one of shame as you realize how truly owned you are now.

"There you go," he says with a satisfied grin. "All locked up and ready to please me when I want it." He picks up another item, this time a ball gag, and secures it tightly around your head before buckling the strap behind your neck. You can feel saliva pooling in your mouth as you struggle helplessly against the constraints that now bind you.

Your new master steps back to admire his handiwork, a satisfied smile curving his lips as he takes in the sight of you helpless and exposed on his St. Andrew's cross. "From now on," he says softly, running a finger down your cheek, "you are mine."

Chuckling softly at your reaction, he leans in close. "Now you're really mine," he whispers, the warmth of his breath tickling your ear. He traces lazy circles along your collarbone with his thumb and forefinger as he gazes down at you with hooded eyes, considering what he might do next to further claim you as his own. "You're going to be so fucking perfect for me."

His free hand moves lower, pushing the hem of your shirt up and exposing your flat stomach. He trails his fingers higher still, teasingly close to the underside of one of your breasts before finally cupping it gently through the fabric of your bra. "I can't wait to see how well you do."