Hitler’s feet dangled off the bed. He could feel the supple leather cuffs that bound his wrists to his ankles, allowing no movement whatsoever. He felt the velvety cotton rope that bound his legs together at the knees, so he couldn’t fully part or close his legs. He was utterly bound, with his ass in the air and his cheek pressed against the soft comforter. He heard a door open behind him, and footsteps on the hardwood floor. “It’s time for that special day.” said the familiar voice of Jesus. Hitler winced into the blanket, as he felt a hand grope his ass. “Are you ready to cum?” Said the voice. Hitler felt the sensation of a hand rubbing over the plastic of his chastity device. The only stimulation he felt from the caress was a gentle sensation on his exposed balls. Hitler felt a spank on his ass. He wiggled it a little in response to the harsh sensation. “It’s been a little over a month, hasn’t it?” The voice rhetorically inquired. “I’m sure you must be desperately craving release, isn’t that right?” He continued. Hitler felt a lubricant finger run across his asshole, down to his balls, and then back up again. His chastity device got a little bit tighter, as his dick tried and failed to get hard. The voice continued in a tone that conveyed pity, “aww, you poor thing. Are you having trouble getting hard? Don’t worry, you won’t get any touching today, so it doesn’t really matter. After all, you’re here for my amusement. Getting to cum is a bonus”. Hitler felt a finger lightly press against his ass before stopping. “Before I continue,” said the voice, “why don’t we make you look a little bit more slutty.” A few seconds after the words where uttered, Hitler heard quiet pop. He felt the cool, wet sensation of a marker on his skin. The writing continued for a few minutes before Hitler heard the faint click of the cap going back on the marker. “Perfect,” Jesus said. There was a brief moment of silence before a phone screen appeared in front of Hitler’s face. He saw his ass with words all over it, written in dark purple ink. “Cum slut, whore, bitch, freak, slave, slut, fuck hole” we’re all scattered across his ass. There was also an arrow pointing to his asshole, that read “boy hole,” and another arrow pointing to his cock that said “master’s toy”. Hitler felt his whole body flush. The voice spoke again, “don’t you look so pretty? I wonder if I should share this with people. Could you imagine what they’d think of you after seeing you in such a pitiful state? ”. Hitler felt tears well in his eyes. He squirmed a little in his restraints before giving up. “But then again, I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Everyone treating you like the depraved slut you are?” The voice continued. Hitler felt ashamed. Jesus was right; he felt incredibly turned on by the idea. “Don’t worry,” the voice interrupted his fantasies, “you’re my toy, no one else’s”. Hitler felt both relieved and disappointed. Jesus spoke again, “where were we”. Suddenly, Hitler felt two lubricated fingers rubbing firmly on his entrance. He felt a third one, as they all entered at once. They slid in and out slowly, as Hitler began to quiver. “I know this is your favorite part,” the voice said, “the anticipation. Not being able to stop me. You just can’t wait for what comes next, can you?”. The thrusting ceased, and there was a brief pause. Hitler felt a familiar pressure. All at once, eight inches interned Hitler’s ass. Hitler clenched his fist helplessly as Jesus began to thrust quicker. “Are you ready?” Jesus inquired. Hitler nodded and buried his face in the soft blanket. “I’ll count you down, and don’t you dare cum before I say. Unless you want to edge every day for two months.” the voice proposed. Briefly, Hitler thought about cumming on purpose, just to feel the pleasure and the frustration of the punishment. His thoughts were interrupted by Jesus’s voice, “three, two, one… cum”. Hitler moaned softly into the blanket. He felt his chastity devise begin to rock, as every muscle between his legs began to tense. He then felt everything start to spasm as the cum dribbled out of his cock and onto the comforter. “Does that feel good?” the voice inquired. Hitler nods into the blanket. Suddenly, the thrusting began again. “I don’t care if you’re still sensitive. After all, this is still for my amusement.” Jesus said. The thrusts got harder and faster. Unable to stop the intense sensation, Hitler’s quiver turned to a shake, from the overstimulation. He felt two hands tightly grip his ass. With one last hard thrust, Hitler felt a throbbing in his ass, as warm cum filled him. “Perfect,” Jesus said again, “now, I’m going to go run you a nice, warm bath. why don’t you sit here and think about what you’ve done”. Hitler heard the familiar sound of footsteps and a door closing. He could feel the warm cum begin to run down his ass and onto his balls before finally dripping onto the bed. He felt humiliated and degraded, cumming in such a compromising position, with writing all over his ass. He also felt proud of the fact that he made his master cum. He was happy to serve his owner with his body. And he wore with pride, the trophy of his master’s seed, still warm in his ass. He heard the door open. “Time to undo those bindings.” Jesus said. He picked Hitler up, bridal style, and carried him to the bathroom. “I’m going to let you out of your little cage, but you know the rules. I have to watch you and make sure you don’t do anything naughty,” Jesus said, undoing the lock on Hitler’s chastity device, “Take all the time you need, you’ve earned it, my little cum slut”.