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Christian was naked and ready in position by the time Steve returned. Steve started straight away by asking for Chris’ safewords, which he respectfully gave.
Steve then asked, “do you still wish to be treated like any other sub?”
“Yes, please, Steve,” Chris eagerly replied.
“Alright, do you agree to be my submissive until either you safeword or I end the scene?” Steve asked.
“Yes, Steve,” Chris replied.
“Yesterday, I told you that you had lost the right to call me by my first name, do you remember that?” Steve asked.
“Yes, St…sir” Chris replied.
“Better. You have not yet earned the right to call me by my name, but if you are good and follow the rules today then you will be able to use it again. Say ‘yes, sir’ if you understand.” Steve informed his sub.
“Yes, Sir,” Chris dutifully replied, already feeling that today was a step up from yesterday.
Steve then went on to explain that: “There are several rules I expect you to follow today:
- You will only speak when you’ve asked a direct question unless it’s to say your safeword.
- You will not cum.
- You will wear the humbler for no more than 50 minutes.
If you break either of these rules you will be punished. Yesterday I gave you one free pass, however as you’ve already used this, you will not get that luxury today. You will continue to wear a gag. Today, you will wear it for 7-minute intervals with a 5-minute break. As I have previously said, you will wear the humbler for no more than 50 minutes. This will be broken up into intervals of 10-15 minutes. Do you have any questions before we continue?”
Christian stared at Steve for slightly too long as an annoyed tut from Steve caused Chris to snap back to the moment, “no, I don’t think so, Sir,” Chris answered honestly.
“Very well, Christian,” Steve said and fitted the bit gag into his mouth before carefully fastening it behind his head, checking that it wasn't too tight. Steve set the timer on his phone.
He instructed his sub to get into the ‘beg’ position then he started to stretch Christian’s balls so that he was ready for the humbler. Steve’s technique was more efficient but no less cautious, than yesterday. He ensured that no damage was caused whilst he fit the humbler in place.
Steve’s alarm went off just as he was tightening the screws. Just like yesterday, he didn’t tighten them too much, just enough to keep the bars together. Steve smiled to himself at the display before him, his stubborn and argumentative sub bound and gagged at his feet, the thought made Steve’s cock even harder and he knew exactly what he wanted to do about it, but it would have to wait.
Steve removed the gag and gave Christian a bottle with a straw in to allow him to drink from his supine position. Once he was happy that Christian was content he went to sit on the sofa away from Christian.
“I want you on your hands and knees. Move into that position now, but do it slowly,” Steve ordered.
Christian didn’t care for Steve’s advice and lifted himself too quickly into the new position, causing the humbler to painfully yank his balls backwards.
Christian screamed out in pain, “FUCK!!!” he looked up at Steve for sympathy but received none.
“Don’t look at me like that, I did warn you and you didn’t listen. But I’m not going to punish you as I think you’ve already punished yourself, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” Christian muttered miserably. “Are you going to listen to me from now on?” Steve inquired.
“Yes, Sir,” came the other man’s reply.
“Good. Come here,” Steve ordered.
Christian stared wide-eyed at his Dom, he can’t be serious?! Chris thought I’ll have no fucking balls left!
Christian was pulled from his thoughts by Steve’s one-word question: “colour?”
“Green!” Christian snapped back, irritated that Steve was checking in on him.
“I suggest you start moving then baby boy or I’ll have to help you on your way,” Steve stated firmly.
Christian didn’t move, in his head, he was trying to work out the best way, the way that would hurt the least, to get to where Steve was. He only had to crawl 5 or 6 feet, but it seemed like miles.
Steve sighed loudly when Christian still didn’t move. He’d hidden a riding crop behind one of the cushions on the sofa, whilst Chris was getting ready, just in case. He stood up and walked towards his sub, who looked horrified that a crop had appeared, seemingly from nowhere. Steve walked up behind Chris and gently brought the crop down on Christian’s trapped balls.
“Fucker!” Chris shouted back at him as he quickly tried to get away from Steve but this caused humbler to tug on his balls again, “OWWWW FUCK!” Chris screamed in pain.
Steve brought the crop down again, “you will not swear at me boy!” he said firmly.
“Fuck, Steve it hurts,” Christian complained.
Steve brought the crop down on Chris’ ass and asked, “colour?”
“Greeeen!” Christian ground out through gritted teeth.
Having checked that his sub was OK he demanded, “What did you just call me?” Steve demanded as he repeatedly brought the crop down quickly on Chris’ ass.
“Steve, I called you Steve!” Chris shouted back at his Dom, knowing it would only cause him to get into more trouble.
“And is that what you should call me right now?” Steve asked,
“No it’s not,” Chris replied sulkily.
“Is that how you should speak to me?!” Steve asked rhetorically but Chris answered anyway.
“No, Sir, it’s not,” answered, already feeling like he was on a losing streak.
“Better,” Steve commented the asked, “Are you ready to do as you’re told?”
“Yes, Sir,” Chris replied.
“Good. Time for the gag to go back in,” Steve announced then promptly put it back in his sub’s mouth.
Steve knelt down so that he was at eye level with Chris, he placed two fingers under his sub’ chin to ensure constant eye contact. “Ok, you owe me 50 minutes in the humbler. I’ve split your time into 5 ‘activities’, if you complete all 5 you’ll be able to cross 2 of the items on your list. So the first thing you’re going to do is crawl around the coffee table twice.” Steve explained.
Chris narrowed his eyes as he stared angrily into those of his Dom.
Steve wasn’t fazed by the gesture and continued to say, “You can go as slowly as you like, as long as you continue to move of course. If you stop for too long without a safeword signal then I’ll have to use this crop to motivate you. Nod if you understand.”
Chris nodded his agreement but he was far from happy about the idea of crawling around like a dog. He set off slowly inching his right knee forward then slowly moving his left knee to join its partner, the pain wasn’t too bad, so he tried to move a bit further. This continued until Chris became overconfident in his method, he decided as it wasn’t hurting so far he could afford to go a little quicker. But when he did his balls were pulled painfully behind him causing him to scream into the gag and tears to prickle at the corner of his eyes.
“You’re alright. You’re doing really well, so fucking beautiful. Just take your time there’s no rush,” Steve said softly, so proud of his stubborn lover.
Christian gingerly shuffled forward again, his previous confidence in his technique all but gone, however, he did keep himself moving. Soon Chris was back at the start.
Steve said, “once more and you’re done. If you can manage it in less than 5 minutes I will take an extra 10 minutes off your time in the humbler, how about that?”
Christian nodded enthusiastically and started to make his way around the table again. But because he was moving quicker to prove that he could do what Steve wanted in the time limit, it meant that by the time he’d got halfway around his balls ached so much that he had to stop.
Steve let him rest a while, despite the rules he’d imposed.
When he was ready, he started to move again but this time he was barely moving an inch at a time. By the time Christian got back to the start, he was sweating from the effort.
Steve removed the humbler and allowed Chris to move freely. Chris stood up, hearing his knees crack as they did. Steve told his sub to go lie down on the sofa to rest, Christian stumbled his way there and collapsed facedown on the scatter cushions. Steve chuckled quietly at Chris’ free-fall then went to check his sub’s balls for any signs of bruising or damage but found none. He let a still-gagged Christian rest, whilst Steve went and got a fresh bottle of water for his lover to drink.
Once Steve was happy that Christian had rested, he removed the gag and got his sub to kneel in front of him.
“Do you remember what deal we had about your second lap?” Steve asked.
“Yeah, you said if I could get around in less than 5 minutes, you’d knock 10 minutes off the humbler time,” Chris explained then quickly tacked on, “…Sir.”
“And do you think you succeeded?” Steve asked.
“Naw, of course not, I don’t think it was possible in the time, Sir,” Chris replied, annoyed he’d been tricked.
Steve stood and walked up to his sub and grabbed a fistful of hair, not pulling but it wasn’t gentle either.
“Are you saying I set you up to fail?” Steve inquired, holding onto Chris’ hair so that he couldn’t turn to look at Steve.
Christian spluttered a response, hoping he hadn’t got himself into more trouble. Steve knelt beside his sub, his hand still in Chris’ silky locks and his mouth inches away from the shell of Chris’ ear.
“You really think I’d do that?” Steve whispered in a dangerously low voice.
FUCK!!! Chris thought I can’t win here! “…erm…I…erm…I…” Chris said stumbling over his words.
“I suggest you answer my question, boy,” Steve whispered, his lips brushing Chris’ ear as he spoke causing Chris to shiver.
“I don’t know, Sir,” Chris muttered back, he didn’t know what else to say.
Steve stood back up and let go of Chris’ hair, “thank you for your honesty. And no, I didn’t set you up to fail.” Steve answered quietly then muttered, “Why on earth you’d think I’d set someone with a praise kink up to fail is beyond me, quite frankly.”
“What?! What d’ya mean praise kink?!” Christian scowled.
“Oh you didn’t know! I thought you did?!” Steve exclaimed, blushing at his slip-up. “Well, it’s pretty obvious you blossom when I praise you. And because of that, I can guarantee that I will never intentionally set you a task that I know you can’t succeed at,” Steve explained calmly.
“I’m not a fucking child!” Christian shouted.
A raised eyebrow from his Dom silenced any further comments Christian was going to say, instead, he quietly whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“Whilst I appreciate your apology, you are still speaking out of turn,” Steve stated firmly.
Christian nodded that he understood.
“Anyway,” Steve continued as if the previous conversation had never happened, “you are correct, you didn’t manage to do your lap in do your second lap in 5 minutes or less but you were only fractionally over the 5 minutes.” Steve showed Chris the stopwatch on his phone it read: 05:12:42. “So despite that little outburst a moment ago, I am willing to reduce your time in the humbler by 10 minutes but there is something else we’re going to do instead,” Steve explained,
Chris nodded, anxious at what Steve was going to suggest.
“As you slept through the rest of yesterday we didn’t get to do your maintenance spanking. So we’ll do that now, with a few added extras for your angry words towards me just now,” Steve smirked at the end.
Chris nodded, happy that he knew what he was going to have to face to make amends for shouting and swearing at Steve.
“Alright, we’ll do the punishment spanking first and then we’ll go upstairs for the maintenance spanking. I want you to come and lay over my knee, Christian, palms flat on the floor and balancing on your toes. Come do that now.”
Chris stood and walked the few steps to his designated punishment spot. He felt awkward to be balanced so precariously on Steve’s lap but Steve didn’t make any comment about how he looked, instead, Steve ran his fingers over the wide expanse of his sub’s back, whispering praise at Chris’ beautiful submission.
Steve then said, “Ok, I’m going to give you 20 hard spanks with my hand, there’ll be no warm-up because you are being punished. You will count each one and thank me for punishing you at the end. Do you understand?”
“yes, Sir,” Christian replied, the pain he could handle just fine.
“Good boy. Before we start, tell me why you think you’re being punished,” Steve instructed.
The tips of Chris’ ears went red with embarrassment, “I…erm…I was rude, ” Christian managed to get out.
“And…” Steve prompted.
“Erm…I…erm…I shouted at you,” Chris stuttered, mortified that Steve was making him vocalise his wrongdoings. This caused him to squirm on Steve’s lap.
“Stay. Still,” Steve ordered in an ice-cold voice once Chris had managed to stop moving.
Steve said again, “…and?”
Fuck I don’t know Chris thought, “erm… I didn't follow the rules?” he ventured.
“Ok.” Steve replied he felt the breath his sub was holding on to leave, “which rule?” Steve asked, dragging out the spanking as much as possible. Steve knew that Chris could take the pain but hated having to say out loud why he was going to be punished.
“Fuck, Steve I dunno, does it really matter?! I fucked up and you’re now going to beat my ass for it, isn’t that enough?! Can’t we just fucking get on with it?!” Chris retorted.
What followed surprised Christian because there was nothing but silence. Steve removed his hands from Chris’ body and sat there saying nothing.
“Steve?” Chris asked nervously, but Steve didn’t answer. The silence dragged on for eternity, or several minutes, Christian wasn’t sure which.
Eventually, Steve asked, “colour?” his voice was tight with anger and Chris shuddered at the thought of having pushed his Dom too far.
“Green,” Chris replied quickly, desperately wanting Steve to start the spanking, anything but feeling the waves of anger and disappointment in Steve’s voice.
“Stand up!” Steve ordered.
Christian scrambled to his feet and bowed his head so that he didn’t have to look Steve in the face.
“Look. At. Me!” Steve snarled.
Christian’s eyes went comically large as he obeyed Steve’s request.
“Who is in charge here?” Steve asked coldly.
“You. You are! Sir. You are Sir!” Chris immediately responded.
“That’s what I thought. Do you have a problem with that?” came Steve’s next question.
“No, Steve, Sir, I don’t,” Chris commented.
“Are you going to be a good boy from now on?” Steve asked.
Chris nodded his agreement.
“You are going to stand in that corner there for 5 minutes where you will think very carefully about your attitude. If you don’t want to do this anymore then say so now,” Steve explained.
“I do, I do want to do this, please Steve I’m sorry. I want to be good for you. I don’t mean to keep fucking up,” Christian pleaded.
“I don’t want to hear your apologies right now. After your corner time and spanking, you will be given to chance to apologise then, ok?” Steve explained.
“Yes, Sir,” Chris replied.
Steve steered his sub to a corner of the room and moved him into the position he wanted, his legs were slightly more than shoulder-width apart, fingers interlaced and placed on top of his head. “You are going to stay here until I say otherwise, you will not move or speak, unless it’s to safeword. I will be with you the whole time so you don’t need to worry about being alone. Nod if you understand.” Steve said.
Chris nodded his agreement and stared at the paintwork in front of his face.
Steve spent the 5 minutes of corner time getting himself back into the right headspace. He knew it all came down to the simple fact he just couldn’t treat Chris like any other sub he’d had before. It was majorly fucking with his head and he hated feeling like he was losing control.
However, Chris didn’t know how Steve was feeling so he spent the time berating himself and getting angrier and angrier at himself for not being able to follow such simple rules.
Chris was pulled from his internal monologue by Steve lightly touching his shoulder.
“You OK, Chris?” Steve asked softly.
Christian turned but was confused by Steve’s tone but didn’t reply.
“I’ve been calling your name. Where did you go?” Steve prompted, clearly concerned.
“Nowhere good,” Christian muttered in a rare moment of vulnerable honesty.
Steve threw his arms around him and gave him a big hug. “I thought so,” he whispered.
“Come on, come kneel over here.” Steve instructed as he guided him to kneel next to the sofa, then surprised the other man by kneeling next to him.
“Whatcha doin’?!” Chris asked then ducked his head remembering he was already breaking the rules again. Two fingers under Christian’s chin brought his head back up so he was making eye contact with Steve.
“You’re fine. Don’t beat yourself up ok? I know that’s easier said than done. I just wanted to talk to you about what just happened and then we can move on. How does that sound?” Steve said nervously, hoping that Chris would listen and accept what he had to say.
“Ok, sure,” Chris agreed but he was very unsure about what was going to happen.
“I wanted to apologise to you about earlier. I shouldn’t’ve ignored you when you were across my lap. I should’ve safeworded but I felt so overwhelmed for a moment that I didn’t do the right thing, so this is me saying ‘yellow’. I know it’s a bit late but at least I’ve said it now,” Steve explained.
“You’re safe wording on me?” Chris asked confused by what Steve was saying.
“Yes, I am,” Steve confirmed.
“…because I couldn’t follow the rules?” Chris questioned, his muscles tensing as he physically prepared himself for what Steve was going to say next.
Steve huffed out a laugh, “no, babe. It wasn’t anything you did. It’s cliched but it wasn’t you, it was me!”
Chris looked at Steve still puzzled by what he was saying.
“Honestly, you could break every rule, every time and I wouldn’t safeword. But I would have to keep punishing you though and that’s kinda where the problem lies. You asked me to treat you like any other sub but the truth is I can’t,” Steve explained, feeling tears forming at the admission.
“Are you stopping this?” Chris whispered, scared to voice what he was thinking.
“Oh no, baby boy,” Steve replied, reaching out to touch his lover, “but I have got an idea of how to deal with your constant rule-breaking,” Steve continued.
“Erm…ok…” Chris agreed nervously.
Steve said, “I think we should introduce a three-strike rule. That would allow you some wiggle room but would also allow us to move forward with our scenes without compromising on the rules we have. What do you think?”
“What’ll happen when I got to strike three?” Chris countered.
Steve laughed, “I mean at least your honest, when not if.” But then in a more serious tone added, “well we can come up with something together afterwards, but it needs to be something that you don’t like to hopefully act as a deterrent… so how about for this session, only, we’ll use…” Steve paused then asked, “…actually what do you think we should use? What would make you think twice about breaking the rules?”
“Oh…erm…something I don’t like, right?” Chris asked, trying to think what would be appropriate.
“Yep, that’s the idea,” Steve agreed.
“Well, then a blindfold would work, right?!” Chris asked, surprised he was joining in with his own future torment.
“Are you sure?” Steve asked warily, the memory of the last time Christian wore a blindfold still quite fresh in his mind.
“Yeah, well like you said, I couldn’t like what I choose, I don’t like the blindfold so it’ll make me think twice.” Chris reasoned.
“If you’re sure, go upstairs and bring it down.” Steve instructed.
Christian hesitated as he was still naked.
“No one will see you, the curtains are still all closed upstairs. And the quicker you are, the quicker we can get started,” Steve clarified.
Chris didn’t need to be told twice he ran up the stairs like he was in a race and was soon back with the padded blindfold in his hand. He knelt back beside Steve and handed it over.
Steve made him try it on again just to check he was going to be ok wearing it. They agreed they were both ready to continue.
Steve said, “So we’re going to deal with your punishment spanking from before, the maintenance spanking can wait. Once the spanking is over we’ll hit reset and you’ll then have 3 chances to follow the rules before I punish you and you have chosen the blindfold as your 3rd strike punishment, do you agree and understand to the change in the rules?”
Christian respectfully agreed that he did and resumed his position over his Dom’s knee, happy that he hadn’t fucked everything up.
Steve was quick and merciless in his spanking, he didn’t let up and he didn’t slow down. He’d pinned his lover down so that he couldn’t move very much.
Chris swore and kicked his feet into the carpet at the onslaught, but always counted each one, not wanting to give Steve a reason to add more hits.
Soon the spanking stopped and Christian could hear Steve shushing and praising him for taking it so well, he could feel his cock pulse against Steve’s jean-covered thighs at the words he heard.
Chris thanked him for spanking him, pleased it was all over. Steve made Chris lay down on the sofa so he could apply an aloe vera lotion to calm to redness and let Chris rest for a moment.
Once Christian was ready, Steve reattached the humbler and said, “Today you are going to focus on pleasuring me. Do you know what ‘cockwarming’ is Christian?” Steve asked innocently.
Steve got his answer immediately as pink spread across Chris’ cheeks, Chris nodded then added, “Yes, Sir,” not sure he was liking the way this conversation was headed.
“Very well, tell me what it is,” Steve ordered.
Chris went bright red, his face, chest and even the tips of his ears were burning with embarrassment.
“Steve?” Chris whispered.
Steve, laughed, “oh come on, baby boy. I’ve known you far too long to buy into this shy bullshit you're trying to pull. You’ve written songs about oral sex and a stripper for fuck’s sake. So you will tell me what I want to know, or will that be strike number one for being disobedient? Which is it going to be?”
Christian huffed in annoyance then closed his eyes and whispered, “when someone has a cock in their mouth but they don’t suck it or anything. Just hold it in their mouth to keep it warm.”
“See that wasn’t too bad now was it?! But, I wanna hear you tell me again, but this time I want to hear you ask me nicely to be allowed to be able to warm my cock. Say ‘yes, Sir’ if you understand.” Steve ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” Christian sighed unhappily. Christian took several steadying breaths. “Please, Sir. Can I…” Christian started but was interrupted by Steve.
“May,”
Unhelpful Chris thought.
Steve waited for Chris to continue but when he didn’t Steve added, “not can I, may I. Start again.”
Chris whined at having to try again, “please may I…I…I…I can’t Steve, please,” Christian pleaded.
“Colour?” Steve asked in response.
It took Christian nearly a minute to give his answer, “green,” was his barely audible reply.
Happy that Chris wasn’t about to safeword on him, “that’s the second time you've called me by my name,” he commented coldly.
Chris looked Steve in eye and silently pleaded with him for leniency.
Steve, however, wasn’t moved by the display, “I suggest you find the way to ask or say your safeword. If you tell me you can’t again or fail to ask you will severely regret your disobedience. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes, Sir,” Christian looked down so he couldn’t see Steve and replied quickly then added, “please, Sir, may I w…warm your cock, please?” He was breathing heavily after asking his question, he couldn’t believe Steve had made him ask for such a thing but when he chanced a glance up at Steve he was shocked to notice that his Dom was smirking at him, which caused Christian to shiver.
“What is it you want to do baby boy?” Steve asked.
“T…to…w…warm y…your c…c… cock…pl… please,” Christian stammered.
“I'm sorry darlin’ I’m not sure I know what you mean.” Steve said innocently causing Christian to growl in frustration and embarrassment, “You’re going to have to describe exactly what you mean,” Steve concluded, smiling evilly at his sub.
“…T…to…hold…ya…ya…c…cock in…ma…ma mouth an…an…k…kkkeeep it…w…w…warm f…for you,” Chris managed to get out.
Steve stared at his sub for slightly too long, assessing whether he thought he could push Chris any further but then decided to smile and said, “of course you can baby boy. Come and get it!” Steve unbuttoned his jeans enough to get his semi-hard cock free, spread his legs as wide as his jeans would allow and waited for Chris to start.
Christian gingerly moved towards Steve, desperate not to move too quickly or too far otherwise his balls would be pulled by the humbler. It took a couple of minutes for him to shuffle the distance to get to Steve.
“Good boy.” Steve praised then said, “I’m going to watch the news whilst you warm my cock, your time will be up as soon as the news has finished. You are to keep your hands behind your back, unless you need to safeword, then you’ll tap one of my legs to get my attention. Other than that I don’t expect you to move or do anything. Nod if you understand.”
Chris nodded and then moved so that his face was level with Steve’s cock.
Steve was desperately trying to think of as many unsexy things to keep his penis from getting any harder, which was no mean feat when he could feel Christian’s breath on it. Chris was too slow for Steve, so he grabbed the back of his sub’s skull and guided him all the way down until his nose was nestled in Steve’s pubic hair.
Christian had to stop himself from automatically sucking on it, that’s not what Steve wants he thought. He moaned at being able to smell his lover’s musky natural scent and the weight and feel of it on his tongue.
Steve tsked him, “shhh,” he said then added, “you ok?”
Chris nodded as best he could then heard the TV turn on behind him.
Steve wasn’t really watching the TV it was merely to give both of them a focus. Steve lovingly carded his fingers through his sub’s hair. He couldn’t believe that Chris had allowed himself to be this vulnerable in front of him, it made his heart swell (and other things swell too!) with pride at what Chris had been willing to do for him and in his mind he was already planning their next scene where he could show Chris just how much his submission meant.
Chris, on the other hand, was finding the whole situation very overwhelming. He had his eyes closed but all his other senses were in overdrive, his balls were aching from the constant pressure they were under, his mouth was watering from being held open around Steve’s hardening cock and he could feel Steve absentmindedly stroking his hair, though he wasn’t sure if it was for reassurance or to stop him moving his head. In his head, he imagined what he must look like: naked and kneeling between his lover’s thighs with a wooden torture device crushing his balls and all the while he was just holding his lover’s cock in his mouth and fuck if he wasn’t rock hard the whole time.
When they were roughly halfway Steve started to whisper praise and encouragement to Christian.
“You’re doing really great, baby boy, just a little longer. You look so beautiful like this. I’m so proud of you.”
Chris drank in the praise and it made the second half of the news more bearable. Soon Christian heard the telltale music that signalled the news had finished, Steve stopped stroking Chris’s hair and said, “you can stop now. You’ve done so well, exactly like I wanted you to. You can move your hands and move your head. As soon as I’m out of your mouth I’m going to take the humbler off so you can have a break. Don’t move too quickly or you might get lightheaded, just take your time.”
Chris was too far under to really hear what Steve was saying to him but he dutifully let go of his Dom’s penis and rested his head on the sofa.
Steve quickly removed the humbler and rearranged them both so that Steve was cuddling Chris on the sofa, as Chris floated in subspace Steve held onto him tightly and drew patterns on his back with his fingers. Chris had never felt so safe and loved, it was a heady feeling.
Eventually, Chris started to come back to himself, “Steve?” Chris whispered.
“Yeah baby?” Steve replied quietly.
“I love you,” Chris announced causing Steve to smile and place a kiss on top of Chris’ head.
“I love you too!” he replied.
Chris purred like a sleepy kitten and fell into a light sleep.
Steve and Chris napped on the sofa together for well over an hour, when Steve stirred he found that Chris was staring at him, “well that’s not creepy!” he muttered under his breath.
Chris punched him in the arm whilst sitting up.
Steve pulled his lover back down on top of him and cuddled him in a death grip then rolled them so Chris was underneath him. Steve looked down at his lover with a predatory smirk that caused Chris to shudder from the want he saw in the eyes staring at him.
But a moment later Steve’s expression softened and he moved away from Christian and the sofa to grab the list. “You can cross off numbers 1 and 6 now,” Steve informed the other man.
Christian scrambled to find a pen and happily crossed them off his list.
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I got really drunk, on purpose. Wear the humbler. -
I was accidentally late. Wear a - I risked our relationship. Submit to training sessions.
- I shouldn’t have got mad at you because I double-booked myself. No orgasms for 2 days.
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I could’ve lost my friendship with Dave. Call Dave and apologise. -
I was incredibly disrespectful. Wear a gag. -
I left you with all the prepping, cooking and as I was drunk the cleaning up too. Clean up the mess. - I forgot my place in the dynamics of our d/s play. Wear the humbler.
- I told our guests that you spank me occasionally. Maintenance spankings for a week.
Finally, Chris felt like he was going to finish the list like it was achievable after all. The pride at getting over halfway through the list made him feel slightly giddy.
“Are you ready to carry on?” Steve asked, pulling Christian out of his daydreams and back into the living room.
“Yes, Sir,” Chris agreed as he knelt in front of Steve once again.
Steve began by praising his sub, “excellent, baby boy. So we’ve got two more tasks I want to try, if you manage them then you’ll be able to cross 2 maybe even 3 numbers off your list. Doesn’t that sound good?”
Chris nodded enthusiastically.
Steve then said, “as we’ve had a bit of a break I’m going to tell you the rules of play again so that we both know what the expectations are: so 3 rules:
- No talking without being asked a direct question, unless it’s to safe word.
- You are not permitted to cum at all!
- You will wear the humbler for no more than 50 minutes. You have less than 20 minutes left.
As we agreed we have a 3-strike rule, you currently haven’t needed it, but if you do break the rules 3 times then you have chosen that I will blindfold you as punishment for breaking the rules for the third time. Does all of that make sense before we start?”
Chris agreed that he understood the rules and the cost of breaking them.
“Fantastic, baby boy. As I told you before, today is all about my pleasure and part of learning to be a good submissive is listening and learning what the Dom wants, so you’re going to give me a blowjob…” Steve started.
Chris’ face split into a massive grin, easiest fucking challenge ever, he knew exactly what Steve liked, he knew how hard, how fast, he knew Steve liked a little teeth but not too much and he fucking loved cumming down Chris’ throat.
“I wouldn't be smiling just yet. You’re not the one in control here, I am. So I’m going to tell you exactly what I want you to do and like a good boy you’re going to do it exactly as I say.” Steve explained gleefully.
“Ya sayin’ I’m shit at givin’ head now?” Chris raged as his accent thickened.
“Two things: one that’s strike one, you’re speaking out of turn and two I never said you weren’t good at it, but that’s not the point here. The point is control, I am graciously giving you the opportunity to blow me, something that other subs would have had to have worked very hard to get! But I’m not giving you free rein to do as you like,” Steve explained, then added, “and you’ll do as you are told, won’t you!?”
“Yes, Sir,” Chris replied sulkily.
“Good boy. Now let’s reattach the humbler and get started.” Steve replied this’ll be fun he thought as he moved behind his boyfriend to fit the humbler once again.
As soon as Steve was sat back on the sofa he told Christian to move closer. Chris looked up at Steve confused that he was still wearing his jeans, “hands behind your back,” Steve instructed, which Christian did. “I want you to take me out of my jeans…” Steve started to say but Christian tried to argue but Steve put a finger to his lips, “shhh, baby boy. I’m gonna stop you there before you get yourself in trouble,” Steve stated.
Chris nodded his agreement behind the finger so Steve continued, “…using only your mouth. Nod if you understand. I’m going to move my finger now.”
Chris nodded that he agreed and then set about the difficult task of undoing his boyfriend’s jeans with his teeth. He nuzzled right up to the button and zipper, tugging at the fabric that held the button in place, it took a while but he managed it then he had to get the zipper between his teeth and gently pull it down tooth by tooth.
Steve’s cock practically sprung out of the jeans for him, slapping him across the face as it did. Steve tried to hold back a snigger but Chris felt his Dom’s stomach muscles tense and flex, giving away his true feelings.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” was the first instruction which Christian obediently followed. Steve slid his cock along his sub’s tongue and into Chris’ mouth.
Christian instinctively closed his mouth around Steve’s cock but a sharp tug on his hair, “remember you’re here to be used not to be of use. You take what I give you, nothing more,” Steve said in his huskiest voice causing Chris to groan at the implication of being nothing but a hole for Steve to use.
“Good boy,” Steve praised when his sub’s mouth went lax again. Steve directed every single movement, how deep Christian could take Steve into his mouth and how much pressure to use. The most difficult task was when Steve instructed Chris to lick and suck his balls, which were still hidden in the confines of Steve’s jeans.
Chris looked at Steve in confusion, how the fuck am I meant to get to them?! He thought and hoped Steve understood.
“I suggest you proceed gently. Any rough treatment and I will punish you for it,” Steve said.
It took Chris several minutes of delicate sucking to get them out enough to pay them the attention Steve demanded. Chris could tell that Steve was teasing himself, never letting Christian do one thing for too long, always stopping him and switching to a new thing.
But eventually, Christian could tell that Steve was about it cum, about fucking time, he thought as his balls ached, his face red from the constant rubbing of the rough denim and zip; it was also wet from his salvia and Steve’s precum and his stomach muscles burnt from the constant tensing.
Just as Steve was about to cum he told Christian to stop and close his eyes, no sooner had he followed the instruction when Steve came in thick, hot ropes all over his face, hair and chest. Chris couldn’t believe it, Steve had never intentionally done that before and it left him feeling slightly dirty and used. It also made his cock twitch in excitement at the degrading situation.
Steve smiled looking at his masterpiece, he used his fingers to rub some of the cum into Chris’ face, who wasn’t exactly loving the situation, if his murderous facial expression wasn’t anything to go by. Steve decided he should probably check in on his sub, just in case.
“Colour?”
Chris narrowed his eyes and his nostrils flared as he huffed out an annoyed, “green.”
This spurred Steve on so he grabbed hold of both biceps and said, “you’ve made a mess, clean your face!”
Christian struggled for a moment trying to move his arms but then it dawned on him what Steve wanted and he was mortified. He closed his eyes so he didn’t have to look at Steve, he hesitantly licked his lips. Then his tongue darted out quickly to lick some of the cum off his chin.
But he soon found he couldn’t reach any further, so he stopped and ventured a glance at Steve. Steve was watching Christian intently making Chris blush bright red at what Steve must be seeing.
“So fucking hot!” Steve announced then licked a broad stripe from his sub’s chin to his forehead. Chris looked absolutely disgusted but Steve just smiled at him. He enjoyed looking at Chris for a few minutes longer, admiring the grumpy look on his boyfriend’s face then said, “you're going to stay in position whilst I take off the humbler and check everything is alright. You will not move your hands, clean your face and you definitely won’t get any cum on the carpet, nod if you understand.”
Chris nodded. All he wanted was to clean his face, he could feel the cum starting to dry in the places where Steve had rubbed it in and in other places, he could feel it slowly sliding down his face but he didn’t dare move in case he was punished for it.
After Steve had freed him from his medieval torture device he was told that he could go upstairs and clean up, but that he wasn’t allowed to touch himself whilst he did so. Chris darted up the stairs and into the en-suite in record time. He scrubbed his face so much that it was red. “Can I have a shower?” Christian shouted out of the bathroom, he was shocked to find that Steve was stood just outside the door.
“Yep, that’s fine. Make sure you’re all nice and clean, I haven’t finished with you yet!” Steve smirked then sauntered off into the second bedroom, leaving a naked and confused Christian behind him.
Steve prepared the guest room then returned to the main bedroom and sat on the bed waiting for Chris to get out of the shower.
The sight of Chris leaving the bathroom with his towel hung low on his hips and water droplets were still dripping down his chest was the best thing he’d seen all day.
“Fuck me you look hot like that!” Steve commented causing Christian to look down at himself and blush.
“…thank you?” he replied.
“Are you ready to finish your training session?” Steve asked, changing the subject.
“Erm…yeah…sure,” Chris replied, feeling slightly off-balance from the quick change in conversation.
“Excellent, dry yourself off and come join me in the second bedroom, you’ve got a final date with the humbler!” Steve exclaimed casually then honest to God started humming as he left the room.
It took Chris a few moments to centre his thoughts, what’s going on? Steve was acting more like his normal self and not the Dom persona Christian had come to recognise.
There was a bang on the wall, which stopped Chris’ daydreaming, “Don’t keep me waiting…” came the threat from the other bedroom.
Chris quickly rubbed the towel all over himself, dropped it where he stood and strode into the second bedroom to find Steve had lost his shirt and jeans but gained underwear, are those mine? Christian thought absentmindedly, he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d seen Steve in any form of underwear.
“Like what you see?” Steve teased playfully.
Unlike Christian, Steve had no issues with how he looked, he was completely at home in his own skin, something Chris always wished he could be too.
Christian licked his lips in reply but blurted out, “are they mine?”
Steve chuckled, “maybe!” he replied conspiratorially then stalked his way to Chris, and whispered in his most husky voice, “I think the real question is: are you mine?”
The strangled noise that came out of Chris made Steve chuckle.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes.” Then added in a more serious tone, “which is good as I have plans for you. Get up on the bed, knees and forearms.”
Chris scrambled to comply, feeling his cock fill at the order. Whilst Steve asked, “do you remember the rules for this session?”
“I can only speak when you ask a question and I can’t cum” Christian replied bowing his head in embarrassment.
“You can’t cum?” Steve pressed.
“I’m not allowed to,” Chris corrected.
“That’s correct baby boy. You’re not allowed to cum!” Steve ran his hands over the still-damp skin. “Hmmm, ” Steve sighed, “what should I do with you?”
Christian wiggled his ass in reply so Steve slapped it with an open palm causing Chris to jerk from the sudden pain.
“I don’t think I told you to move, baby boy.” He commented but continued to move his hands all over the parts of Chris that he could easily reach.
“I’m trying to work out if I should be kind and reward you for being good or whether I should be mean and push you further instead. Both options have their merits.” Steve pondered out loud. “What do you think I should do?” Steve asked.
Christian didn’t know what to say, a sharp slap to his ass and Steve playfully asking, “you listening, Kane?” made him reply with a grunt.
“Erm…w…w…whatever you want?” he answered, hoping that was what Steve wanted to hear.
Steve laughed lightly, “ah the old Kane trick of answering a question with a question. Nice try, baby boy. But you’re going to have to try a bit better than that.”
Christian cursed himself, “whatever you want, Sir?” he tried again.
“Better, but not what I meant. I don’t know what I want, that’s why I asked you. I’ve already told you there are no trick questions or answers. As I'm feeling charitable I’ll let you try one more time before I count it as a strike,” Steve explained. “Do you want to be pushed further or are you already nearing the edge of your comfort zone today?” Steve asked.
“I…huh…I…guess I could be p…pushed a little further,” Chris stammered, blushing in embarrassment that he couldn’t lie to Steve and take the easy way out. Steve smiled, typical stubborn Chris he thought always has to do things the hard way.
“Ok, hard way it is.” Steve agreed. “Before I attach the humbler, I’ve got one question to ask you and I hope you’ll answer me honestly,” Steve started, “when you wore the cuff to set the other day… were you a good boy, or did you touch yourself thinking about what I was going to do to you?”
Christian went bright red, “erm…” he started.
“Yes?” Steve added, his grin so big he looked like the Cheshire Cat.
“Yes,” came the whispered response.
Thought so Steve thought to himself. “That ok baby boy? I was very excited too, but did you cum?” Steve questioned.
“N…no I was needed on set before I could,” Christian breathed out, hoping that wasn’t going to get him into more trouble.
“Such a good boy!” Steve praised. “So that means you’ve already gone more than 2 days without an orgasm, doesn’t it?” Steve asked.
“Yeah,” Chris agreed, hoping that he’d done the right thing.
“Well in that case…I will let you cum before the end of our session. But only when I say so,” Steve stated firmly. “That leaves just one rule, which was?” he asked.
Christian dutifully replied, “to not speak unless you ask me a direct question.”
“Excellent! That’s going to be really important!” Steve said cryptically then attached the humbler in silence.
He’d already brought the items he was going to need into the second bedroom before Chris had finished his shower, so he retrieved them from their hiding place and placed them on the bed out of Chris’ eye line.
“It’s a pretty simple game. I’m going to fuck you first with a fake cock then, if you’re good, I’ll fuck you with my cock and if you are really good I’ll let you cum right after I do. The rules are simple you don’t cum until I allow it and you don’t make a sound unless I ask you a question. Do you understand the rules?” Steve asked, he knew the second rule was evil but Chris had said he wanted to be pushed so Steve didn’t feel too bad about it. Chris groaned at the feeling of his balls tightening in the humbler at Steve’s words.
“Do I get to wear a gag?” Christian asked hopefully.
Steve laughed and Chris knew the answer without Steve having to say, “no.” “I want you to show me you can follow the rules. You can be a good boy, I know it. And you still have 2 of your 3-strike system in place as a buffer.” Steve said.
“Ready?” Steve asked, beyond excited to get started.
“Yes, Sir,” Christian dutifully replied.
Steve placed the blindfold in Christian’s eye line, ‘just to remind him’ of the consequences of further rule-breaking.
“I’ve actually bought you a present. I was going to use it this weekend but obviously plans changed but I think you’ve been good enough to warrant such a gift.” Steve informed the other man, “what do you have to say?” he asked.
“Thank you?” Christian replied, not sure what to say. He had known that Steve was planning on ‘widening his knowledge of dildos’ this weekend but Steve had been deliberately sketchy on the specifics.
“That’s all you’ve got? You should definitely be thanking me for allowing you to try out this gift. Try again.” Steve said.
“Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to experience your new toy?” Christian questioned.
“Much better but next time I won’t accept it sounding like a question.” Steve opened up the lube and poured an overly liberal amount into his hands.
First, he covered Christian’s balls with the clear substance then circling Christian’s furled hole. “I even bought you a new lube to use with your new toy. I’m sure you’ll love it,” Steve announced then continued to tease the skin around Chris’ anus. Soon Christian started to notice something, but he wasn’t sure if it was in his head or not. But after a few minutes his balls, perineum and hole felt decidedly warmer than they had before, it kinda tingled too.
“You feeling anything yet?” Steve asked.
“Hmmm I think so…” Chris murmured.
Steve spanked him hard, “how should you address me?” Steve prompted firmly.
“Sir…Sir!” Chris gasped at the duel pain on his ass cheek and his balls as he jerked forward at the sudden movement.
“Good. Try again. If you forget again that will be strike two. Nod if you understand?” Steve said.
Christian nodded and repeated his sentence with Sir added on at the end.
It was definitely more than tingling now, feels so fucking good Christian thought.
Steve knew that Chris would love the warming lube, that it would make things feel more sensitive. Steve started to stretch Chris’ entrance, first with one finger then two and soon there were three fingers being pushed in up to the webbing and then out so barely the fingertips were still inside.
Chris had his forearm in his mouth to stop him from making any noise but it was proving very difficult.
“Fuck! I love the way your greedy hole just swallows my fingers. I can’t wait to see my cock sinking into it! It’s going to feel so hot and tight,” Steve described, knowing how much Christian loved to hear such things.
A muffled groan came from the head of the bed and Steve smiled evilly at having made Christian make a noise.
“Oh, dear!” Steve said in mock concern, “I think that’s strike two, don’t you baby boy?”
“yes, Sir,” Christian agreed unhappily.
Steve didn’t tease Christian anymore but grabbed the dildo off the bed and lubed it up. Christian waited nervously, wondering what Steve could’ve bought to use on him.
“Your ten minutes in the humbler is over, I’m going to remove it, but you’re not going to move, nod if you understand,” Steve explained as he removed the humbler for the last time.
Christian was relieved that he was done with it, it definitely wasn’t his favourite thing they’d used together.
Steve slid his fingers back into Christian when he’d finished checking for any damage. Christian jerked from the sudden intrusion but managed to stay silent.
“You ready to meet your new ‘friend’?” Steve asked teasingly.
“Yeah…” Chris replied nervously, a slap to his thigh made him add, “…Fuck…sir…sir!”
“I’ll be kind and allow that slip-up, but do it again and that will be strike three and you know what that means,” Steve explained and Chris nodded in agreement.
Steve placed the dildo, which Steve had bought purely because of its name ‘big boy’, at Christian’s entrance and slowly pushed against the tight muscle until the resistance gave way and the dildo slid easily all the way to the hilt.
Christian couldn’t censor his reaction, “Ugh! Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh fuck, Steve!” he panted and he tried to accept the weight and girth of the dildo.
Steve laughed at his sub’s response. “That good, huh?” Steve chuckled.
“Fuck yeah!” Christian replied.
Ding ding ding Steve thought. “That’s 2 rules broken in less than a minute, baby boy,” Steve informed Chris happily.
“Fuck!” Chris replied as his head hit the mattress with a thud.
“So, here’s the deal: I’ll count that as strike 3 so you’ll wear the blindfold for the rest of the session. However, I am feeling very generous so I’ll give you two choices either way, you’ll still get to cum. One: I’ll allow you to use a gag if you think that would help you. But if you want to use the gag you’ll have to cum with nothing more than my cock in your ass. Two: if you don’t want the gag then I'll touch you anywhere you want to get you to cum but if you make another noise, I’ll make sure to ruin your orgasm so that you won’t feel the relief you’re hoping for. What’s it gonna be?” Steve smiled, watching the back of Christian's head with great interest.
He knew that Christian hated, and I do mean HATED a ruined orgasm. Steve had accidentally done it once early in their relationship when he’d misjudged how close Chris was. It turned his lover into a moody teenager until he’d rested enough that he could go again. But then again, Chris would struggle to cum without a hand on his cock. So, it was quite the pickle.
Christian couldn’t decide which option was better, they were both equally terrible options in his book, so it was really which was the slightly better option.
“Tick tock, tick tock!” Steve pushed. Christian still didn’t know which to choose. “If you don’t make a decision by the time I count to 5 I’ll be choosing for you and I’m pretty sure you don’t want that,” Steve announced gleefully then started his countdown.
By the time Steve got to 3, Chris huffed, “fine I’ll take the gag!”
Steve wasn’t about to let that sulky and disrespectful attitude go unpunished, he wrapped his hand around Chris’ cock and started to jerk him off but it was too dry and the pressure was too tight.
“Stop! Please! Stop!” Christian let out. Steve stopped immediately.
“Colour?” Steve asked.
“Green,” Christian replied so Steve continued to stroke Chris’ cock but not as hard as he had been but twice as fast – forcing Christian nearer to the edge.
“Your attitude has been underwhelming, to say the least. You will ask for me to give you the gag respectfully, not snap out an annoyed demand. I am offering you 2 options. I didn’t have to do that. So ask again, nicely and I’ll stop jacking you off.” Steve explained calmly. “And don’t even think about cumming without permission,” he added.
Fuck, fuck, fuck was the litany in Christian’s head, he couldn’t concentrate on anything but Steve’s hand, it didn’t even feel all that good but after being effectively blue-balled by his own behaviour for the last 72 hours he could still 100% cum from this rough treatment. He tried to breathe to calm himself down. “P… please… fuck…. Please…can I…I h…have a gag, Sssssss…sir. Fuck Steve I’m really close!”
Steve’s hand left Christian’s dick immediately and he waited as he watched his lover get himself back in control. He knew that Chris was nearly there, could feel the way the cock was pulsing in his hand, desperate for release.
“Shhhhh… You’re ok. Just breathe. I’m not gonna touch you for a moment. I’ll go grab the gag. Do not touch yourself!” Steve said before quickly leaving the room.
He was back within a minute and he found Christian kneeling upright with his hand around his cock. “Steve!” Christian exclaimed in panic. Steve face hardened but stayed silent. “It's not what it looks like!” Chris pleaded.
“It looks like you’re touching yourself and I told you not to. In fact, you’re still doing it!” Steve started calmly, then asked, “How is it not how it looks?”
Christian’s eyes went wide, oblivious to the location of his own hand, he looked down to discover Steve was correct and jerked his hand away like he’d been burnt. “Fuck! Fine, I was touching myself. But I wasn’t ‘touching’ myself.” Chris tried to explain.
“Explain the difference and why I shouldn’t punish you.” Steve replied coldly but allowed the other man a chance to explain himself before reacting.
“Well, I was soo fucking close. I only touched the base to stop myself from cumming. I wasn’t jerking off or anything.” He explained, hoping it was enough then added shyly, “I wanna wait for you to make me. To be good…for you.”
Steve was stunned by the vulnerability in his boyfriend’s voice and found himself softening at the words. “Alright. I accept what you are saying as the truth. If you get yourself back into position we’ll say no more about it.” Steve said. He fitted the gag and the blindfold and checked that Christian was happy to continue.
Steve started a punishing pace with the dildo, in and out so fast that Christian was practically screaming behind the gag, it was the best/worse feeling ever, sure it felt so fucking good but at the same time he was having to concentrate on not cumming. Steve was very impressed by his lover’s resolve, so decided to play a little dirty, he angled the dildo so that with every in thrust it brutally pressed into and over Chris’ prostate.
That did cause Christian to scream behind the gag and after a few thrusts, he signalled yellow. Steve stopped and removed the dildo and used his fingers to create a tight ring around the base of Chris’ cock to stave off the impending orgasm.
He pulled Christian upright so that his back was against Steve’s chest and held him whilst Christian panted his way off the knife-edge.
“Better?” Steve asked after he could feel that Chris’ heart rate had started to slow back down. “Alright. Let’s finish this. I’m going to fuck you now. You just need to hold on until I cum then I’ll allow you to cum. Do you understand?” Steve said.
Chris nodded.
Steve’s cock breached Chris’ still tight hole and it took an embarrassingly short amount of time before Chris could feel Steve filling him with cum. Christian moaned, he was so, soclose but he knew he wouldn’t be able to get there, especially now Steve had cum. “You can cum, Christian,” Steve said sleepily.
Christian frantically tried to push back against Steve’s cock, to get enough pressure on his prostate but Steve was already softening so it wasn’t going to be any good. He had been so close to cumming for so long that he started to panic in his desperation. But then Steve’s lube slicked fingers curled around Christian’s cock and slowly started to stroke him to completion. Chris was so far gone that he didn’t realise he was sobbing at the relief.
“You’ve done so well for me baby boy. You can cum now. It’s all over, just let go,” Steve soothed and just like that Christian came with a roar and painted the comforter white with cum. Steve continued to stroke him through his orgasm and beyond until a pitiful whine and a slap of his hand told him to stop.
Steve removed the gag and blindfold and manoeuvred his boyfriend so they were cuddling whilst avoiding the majority of the damp spot. Steve carded his fingers through Chris’ hair as he floated in the afterglow. After a while, Christian simply whispered, “fuck,” and Steve couldn’t agree more.