Was this the punishment his father had said he'd remember for his whole life? How could that be, he wondered, when the ginger plug filled him up so nicely? Unless... his mother was right and his father agreed! Having something up his rectum was the ultimate punishment, wrong and immoral! Yet he was enjoying it and there was something wrong with him?
His thoughts were in a jumble, trying to work out how, exactly, this was a punishment when he gradually felt a tingling inside his anus.
His father sat back when the plug was safely buried inside his precious son's anus. He could clearly see that he enjoyed everything so far, for his hard cock betrayed him despite how he had struggled earlier. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the early stages of the plug so much that he was already leaking precum, his weeping erection parallel with his body. He knew that would soon change, but he could only wait and watch as the figging start to take effect. He had done his research and knew just how the carving of a piece of ginger inserted into the anus would teach his son an unforgettable lesson.
Theo's rectum first started tingling, then itching and it gradually turned into burning. The burning kept getting worse! It was worse than eating a hot chilli on a dare. Worse than burning his hands by touching a dish straight from the oven. It was worse than he had imagined the deepest circle of hell to be.
He screamed and yelled, muffled and distorted by the gag in his mouth. "Phluuseee, duuahdd iuutt bhjunss," he begged. He thrust his butt backwards, as if such a simple action would dislodge the offending vegetable. He tried pushing the plug out like he would excrement, but the bulb were far too large and his anal muscles were already tired and complaining from having to keep stretching to accommodate the plug. As soon as his tired muscles contracted around the plug, the pain soared higher, casting him even deeper into hell.
Seeing his father watch him calmly, he realised that he had known that the ginger would have this effect!
Everything hurt. His anus and rectum were the portal to damnation and torment. His sphincter was quivering from briefly clenching around the stem, trying to open and get away, yet resulting in it spasming around the ginger stem, with each contraction bringing more pain. His body hurt from the strange pose it was forced into. His limbs hurt from spasming so hard and trying to break out of the bondage. His wrists and ankles were hurting from fighting against the restraints. Even his cock and dangling balls hurt, both from the earlier spanking and from jerking around so wildly in his escape attempts, the now very flaccid little dick flailing wildly.
"Thud,thud, thud," hard spanks were delivered onto his open buttocks. Theo instinctively clenched, the ginger wreaking havoc on his delicate insides, and keeping him locked in hell with each spank.
Through his tears he noticed his father carving on another ginger finger. The tears blurred his vision and he couldn't see what he was carving, but the fear had him scream nonsensical gibberish into the gag.
A hand on his shoulder held his body still as the other wielded a blunt stump of cut ginger. The cool, smooth sensation was the only nice thing he could feel at this moment in his personal torment. His overworked brain failed to make the connection as his father first rubbed the one small nipple and then the other with the peeled end of the ginger. Through his sobbing tears and ceaseless jerking, he only registered that it felt nice.
The small nipples tingled, then itched. Pain blossomed in his little nubs, and Theo pushed himself forward onto the bed, wanting to rub his tender nipples against the bedspread, as if that would stop the burning. With his arms and legs now behind his back, up in the air, he was face down, wiggling like a worm. Nothing helped, so he sobbed into the sheets, screaming into the gag.
Strong hands helped him upright after a while, but Theo was barely conscious of the change in position. He cried and writhed and screamed for a few more minuted before the hellfire in his rectum dulled into a mere piercing, stabbing pain. A minute later he was moving up the circles off hell, he was still burning, still hurting but he could see light at the end of the tunnel.
His nipples' burning had lessened far quicker than the torment in his clenching, spasming ass that was still intimately hugging the ginger.
Where the pain started to subside, his baser urges were quickly taking over. Suddenly, through the last of the burning in his anus, the carnal hunger was awakened. His nipples tingled, and he wished he could rub them again against the bedspread so they at least may have some stimulation.
The sudden pleasure had also awakened his treacherous organ. It was slowly chubbing up, the small, flaccid dicklet of barely two inches started pushing its head through the soft folds of its foreskin, growing to his impressive, thick, 7 inch erection. As if all the pain had never happened, it stood proudly pressed outwards, like a flag waving at a parade by the position the cuffs on his wrists and ankles forced his body.
Through the last of his tears, his father came into focus again. Through the gag he once again started begging, half from fear that the plug would spontaneously start up its agony, and half because he was incredibly embarrassed to be having yet another drooling erection in front of his father, especially bad after having just endured the worst pain on earth. He was also afraid that the fact that he was once again hard and dripping from his red cockhead would mean to his father that he didn't suffer enough, that he hadn't learned his lesson.
Unbeknownst to Theo, his father knew that the ginger would have this effect, first the pain, then unparalleled horniness.
In a futile attempt to hide his painfully hard shaft he fell forward onto the bed again. With his face buried in the sheets, the increasing hardness of his shaft and desire for sex overrode his desire to pretend that he wasn't having the hardest, thickest and most painful erection of his life in front of his father. He instantly began rubbing his inflamed shaft into the bedding.
The second he ground his frantic erection into the bed for stimulation, his father instantly righted him to his knees. The weeping slit at the end of his ramrod was leaking a river of silvery trails over the bedding, a string of liquid connecting his erection with the mess he already made on the sheets. He let out a moan of disappointment at the loss of stimulation for his cock. He had never been this uncontrollably horny, begging through the gag for release.
