Ron lowered himself halfway, then froze – Any further and he was sure he would tear.

“Hhhngh, nghhhh…”

Tears welled up and poured down his face. Seeing this, Martian wrapped her hand around his p*nis. The swollen tip, adorned with the little ‘flower’, peeked over her fingers.

“Why are you so slow?”

She flicked the flower with her other hand.

“Hhhaaah!!”

Ron’s body convulsed as he clutched desperately at the headboard.

The shock that ripped through his urethra was overwhelming.

Before he could recover, she hit him again. Ron whimpered pitifully, his body shaking.

“Master, please… nghh…”

The painful touches continued. His thighs trembled violently, his whole body on the verge of collapse. Martian spoke lightly, as if it were no big deal.

“Sit down properly. If you do, I’ll stop.”

At this point, with the phallus already half embedded in him, all it would take was for his legs to give way – and it would enter him completely.

It would be a rough, painful penetration, but that wasn’t Martian’s concern. Ron, sobbing and trembling, began to beg for forgiveness.

“Master, I… nghh… I’m sorry…!”

His tear streaked face was a wreck. Quite unlike his usual stoic self – raw emotion poured out of him.

The sight of him only added to Martian’s excitement, her body throbbing with anticipation. Unable to wait any longer, she hoisted him over her shoulder.

“Hhaa… hhk…”

Ron cried out as he fell, the half-buried phallus ripping cruelly from his body, scraping along his inner walls. His p*nis bobbed wildly from the sudden, painful movement.

“Lie down and spread your legs. I’ll do the thrusting from here.”

Ron, swallowing his sobs, hurried to comply. He could stand this at least – as long as he put up with it.

Martian smiled at his expression – relieved, even though he was the one who had failed to serve properly. No fear at all.

Ron tucked a pillow under his hips and spread his legs wide. His p*nis and hole were shamefully, thoroughly exposed.

Martian took his hand and guided it to grasp his own p*nis. One hand to hold himself, the other to support the flower-decorated plug. Ron’s eyes flickered with fear.

“You’re beautiful.”

She offered a rare compliment. Then she reached for the lube again, and poured a generous amount over her strap-on.

The excess dripped down Ron’s inner thighs, staining the sheets.

With a practised hand she coated the toy thoroughly. Enough to prevent any painful dryness. Speaking sweetly, she said.

Martian coated the toy thoroughly, making sure there would be no complaints about friction.

“Every time I thrust into you…”

She pressed the toy against his twitching entrance.

Just that much made him jerk violently. Smiling, she reached for the lubricant again and poured more over his hole, letting it drip down over his scrotum.

Their gazes met.

Ron’s fearful eyes knew that such tenderness always preceded cruelty.

Martian chuckled softly. She tapped the flower in his hand again.

“You will hold this. And while you’re holding it, you’re going to f*ck yourself.”

“M-Master…”

“And how much…”

She gently wrapped her hand around Ron’s and demonstrated the motion. Ron gasped and shook his head in refusal, but she ignored him and pulled back the hand gripping the rod. The urethral rod slid out about a third of the way before she pushed it back in firmly and with force.

“Huh! Huh… Huh…”
Ron whimpered, his body shaking violently. Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks.

“Master… I’m sorry, huh, huh… “

Watching him, Martian resisted the urge to thrust into him right away. If he was going to enjoy something so delicious, he wanted it to be perfect.

“You pull it out this far, then you push it back in.”

“Master… please… I can’t…”

Ron shook his head, trembling. He had been through too much. There was no way he could push it in properly by himself now.

Just then, Martian struck the area just below his t*sticles. A wet, slapping sound echoed from the lubricated area.

“Ron, is this how you’re going to behave? You were the one who begged to be spanked. Can’t you even do it properly?”

Ron’s heart sank at the words. Her angry expression reminded him of the time she had threatened to throw him out of the Count’s household.

Martian could throw him out at any moment. To her, he was just another dog. A useless dog had no place at her side.

“Are you going to be abandoned like this?”

The words echoed in his mind. Ron gasped and swallowed, then quickly pulled the urethra rod out and pushed it back in. His whole body shook as his inner walls moved as if scraped and his insides were forcibly opened.

“I’ll do it, ha, I’ll do it. I’m joking, sob, sob, Master. My mistake, sob, I made a mistake…”

Ron shivered and poked at his own urethra. The sight of a frightened dog begging was definitely their style.

Martian slid her fake p*nis into Ron’s hole, enjoying the throbbing sensation below. It wasn’t that tight, as it seemed to have loosened a little while he was sitting down.

Martian poured more lubricant into the interlocking parts. The sticky, slippery stuff overflowed. Something that was either a whimper or a moan came out through Ron’s teeth.

“Ohhh! Sob, sob…”

Her gr*in touched Ron’s bottom. Martian could feel Ron’s body tremble as her skin touched his, arousing her even more. The dog’s tension and pain were stimulants that aroused her.

As she rubbed her lower body, thrusting all the way in, the thing inside her shook together, adding to the stimulation.

She pulled her hips back. Instinctively, she grabbed Ron’s *sshole just as it was about to slip out. Thanks to that, the stimulation inside her flowed out as well.

“Haa, Ron. I have to move my hand.”

Martian said as she pushed back again. Ron’s hand trembled and moved slowly. He pulled back the urethral rod and then hesitantly pushed it in.

Her gasping breaths increased. Even this slow action seemed to be stimulating enough as Ron’s b*tt, which was touching her, jerked and stiffened each time he pushed the rod in. The trembling of his muscles was just as stimulating as the shaking.

“Too, huh, slow. Hurry up.”

She pulled her waist back again and then thrust. The harder the thrusting stimulation, the more the thing inside her shook. It wasn’t a good tool for training dogs, but it wasn’t bad when you wanted to indulge in the act.

The only thing that was frustrating was Ron’s sluggishness. It was annoying trying to keep up with Ron’s hands, which barely moved after she had f*cked him.

“Didn’t I say slow? Aren’t you moving fast?”

Martian shoved him, jabbing hard at the thing he had pushed in.

“Huh, yeah, huff, master, huff…”

Ron tried to move his hand, but he couldn’t go any faster – he was already at his limit. In the end, it was Martian who couldn’t stand the growing frustration any longer.

Mostly it was the dog lying underneath her. The dog, whimpering and pawing at her urethra, excited her too much. Her lower body twitched in search of more stimulation.

Eventually she slapped Ron’s hand away and grabbed his p*nis directly. As her hand entered his urethra, he cried out and moaned.

She bit his waist and moved against him with rough urgency. The sensation was intense and vivid, striking deep inside her. Driven by the sensation, she repeated the motion.

The thrusting and thrusting continued. The stimulation piercing his urethra also continued to thump.

“Master, oh, please! Pull out, oh! Pull out, oh, oh!”

The stimulation that poked into his b*ttocks made him unbearable. She knew his body too well and knew where to poke to *rouse him. The rough and painful *rousal was endlessly suppressed. Ron cried without knowing he was crying. Ron couldn’t stand it any longer and grabbed Martian’s hand.

“Master, please.”

He begged in a sobbing voice, but Martian pushed Ron’s hand away from his own.

“Where are you putting your hand? You don’t even know where.”

When she moved her hips more roughly and slapped him hard, Ron couldn’t plead anymore and grabbed the blanket roughly. It was beautiful the way she tried to hold on even as she cried and moaned. She whispered to him.

“Ron, this is all your fault.”

It had been Ron himself who had begged to be penetrated in the first place, and it had also been Ron who had aroused her by crying like that.

Martian gripped his p*nis even tighter and moved her hips. With every thrust and pull, the intense stimulation brought her closer to climax.

Every hard thrust and thump that echoed through the room made Ron cling to the sheets and cry harder.

Soon Martian reached her climax. A violent wave of pleasure swept over her body, causing a moan to escape her lips and a tingling sensation to radiate from her lower body. The intense sensation was the result of relentless stimulation.

Breathing heavily, she lazily rubbed her lower body against Ron beneath her, the lingering stimulation sending delicious shivers through her.

Soon she pulled away from Ron.

“Hah! Huuuh…!”

Ron froze, unable even to cry. Martian, throwing the already soaked rod aside, grabbed Ron’s p*nis and moved her hand up and down.

Even though the device had been removed, the severe abuse he had suffered prevented him from climaxing immediately.

As she gripped and stroked him she said.

“From now on, whenever I thrust into your bottom, you’ll have to stimulate yourself here.”

Her tone was one of complete satisfaction. Ron, barely able to breathe through his sobs, couldn’t answer at all.

He didn’t even seem to be fully conscious, so she didn’t bother pressing him for an answer. Anyway, she’d just make him do it again when he came to his senses.

She moved her hips again, this time slow and deep. Each time she thrust down, the impact reverberated all the way inside her, a fitting stimulation to savour the afterglow. It was deeply satisfying.

“Ron, you can c*m now.”

She rubbed the head of his p*nis with her hand, gently stimulating it.

At her deliberate touch, Ron’s body stiffened in convulsive spasms, and soon a heavy release broke out.