Amputated shota, relying on master for everything. baths, feeding, pissing, completely at the mercy of their owner. and of course, when their cocks get hard, they only have master to relieve them. pleading to be allowed to come, it’s been days, weeks a writhing mess on the floor
only allowed to piss at his master’s discretion, but he's just a little boy, can’t control his bladder like that yet, and master gave him so much to drink his stomach is bulging with sloshing water he can even hear it… he needs to piss so badly, please, please, please
little shota can’t hold his piss in any longer. he can’t make it to the toilet without master, so with shameful indignity, he pisses on the floor pooling round his stumped legs. It’s painful, he's so horny, half hard, it trickles out slowly. too much to bear he can’t stop crying
Master walks in, disapproving eyes staring down at their disgusting little mess of a boy. why didn’t shota wait? why didn’t he listen to master, didn’t master say he couldn’t piss yet? what a disappointment. as if the act wasn't bad enough, his master's cold eyes are as knives
The shame of pissing in front of master, making a mess of himself is unbearable for shota, yet something about being stared at like he’s nothing stirs his little prick to full hardness once the final drops of pee leak out, his body wracked with sensation he can barely sit up
Ofc bc he’s so hard master is more contemptuous. He kneels in front of shota “I should have cut this off too” master says, squeezing shota’s aching prick too hard. It’s impossible for shota not to moan, throb even with only that. He ruts against master’s hand despite himself
master applies a few more touches before shota is coming messily into his hand. It shoots up, the most he’s ever come. Some lands on master’s pants. master doesn’t speak for a while, looking at the mess, shota’s half terrified, half overcome with love, a strange mix of emotion
“Clean up your mess“ master says before grabbing shota by the hair and forcing him to lick it clean, shoving his face against his thigh. He can barely breathe. He’s close enough to feel that his master is hard. There’s even a dark spot where his big cock leaked… he’s missed it
He licks off the come. Master doesn’t say much, only to call him a dirty, useless slut, voice cold as ice. “Yes, I’m a dirty useless slut.” Shota’s voice is muffled but can’t hide his wanton desire for master’s cock. He nuzzles, pushing down on the outline like the slut he is.
Master shoves little shota back, without his limbs he’s sprawled on his back, clumsy, landing in his piss puddle. "Do you want me to fuck you, whore?" Master asks, his hand back on shota’s prick and down to his ass and rubbing the overstimulated length. It’s getting hard again
It's no question, shota is mewling yes fuck me, master, please, voice slurred with drool & ecstasy, happy tears fall as he’s flipped on his tummy & mounted. "I love you master" he says coming countless times. hard slaps tear his tender ass raw, red, bloody and bruised. So much
