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Robby Robinavitch swallowed the bitter alcohol in his glass, relishing in the burn as it went down his throat like melted gold. Glancing down at it, he swished it a few times, debating on if he should take another.
After about twenty seconds, he decided against it and set the glass down on an old shitty corkboard coaster, deciding to instead focus on what he had let sit for an hour. He was completely naked, gently rocking in a rocking chair, concocting a plan. A plan for Frank Langdon, who had been planted by the foot of the other man’s bed for the last hour in a submissive pose. Knees on the ground, folded over himself with his arms splayed out ahead of him, meant to mentally ready himself for a punishment.
The attending walked over to stand behind the man, gently running his fingers up through his soft, brushed-out dark hair and then tugged harshly as he got towards his quiff. Forced to look up, Langdon swallowed, not daring to say a word until asked a question. He was already fucked as it was, though he wasn’t sure why.
“Do you know why you’re about to be punished, Frank?” Robby questioned calmly, though his voice was gruff and gravelly, dominant. He pulled the man up by his hair to make him stand before him.
When Robby had called him over to his house, Langdon was completely unaware that it wasn’t for some fun hookup, it was to be a punishment. Robby found out he had disobeyed a rule, and he had to make sure to correct it. The moment the dark haired senior resident arrived, he was ordered to strip and go to his place by the end of Robby’s bed, no talking, nothing, just obedience and submission. And he did, but it was evident from the furrow of his brows that he hadn’t put it together as to why yet.
“No,” Langdon murmured, eyes cast to the ground. “I don’t know what I've done to deserve a punishment.”
Robby chuckled lowly to himself, pushing the man up against the back of the bed causing his knees to buckle, making him sit on the edge. “If you come clean, I'll go a bit easier on you.”
“You don’t do special treatment.”
“In the ER, sure. Here, in the privacy of my own home with my submissive senior resident? I can make an exception if I damn well want to,” Robby growled, “now are you going to tell me or are you going to continue playing stupid?”
Langdon opened his mouth, then closed it, confusion spreading across his face in a red flush.
“You know, when you exit a club and you’re stumbling into the alleyway with a hot piece of ass, I know it’s hard, but you should probably make sure nobody’s around to see it,” Robby crossed his arms, a cruel smirk widening as the realization hit the man like a truck. “Abbot was walking home from the bar and saw you getting your dick wet. He took a video and sent it to me as proof.”
Robby took his sweet, sweet time to grab his phone from the side table, swiping it open and—already having the proof at the ready—clicked play as he showed it to Langdon.
The senior resident was sparkling with sweat in the moonlight and dusty dimmed streetlights, absolutely exhausted from dancing and making out and having fun. Which wasn’t the problem at all, he could do as he pleased so long as he followed the rule they agreed on. But there he was, panting, pants down to his knees as some guy gave him head. “Jack was nice enough to cut it down to where you cum. See that?” Thanks to the volume at full blast, he can just make out the grunting of Langdon finishing into the other guy’s mouth. “You came without permission and thought you got away with it, huh?”
Langdon looked scared now, eyes widened like a deer in headlights, glassy with tears as he was preparing to beg for forgiveness. Robby was the relentless one—if he wanted leniency, someone to lessen the punishment because of his big sad puppy eyes, he should’ve gone to Abbot, instead. But he didn’t know he was coming here to be punished.
“No, Robby, I didn’t…” Langdon swallowed roughly, “I didn’t mean to, I'm sorry.”
“You didn’t mean to?” Robby puffed out his bottom lip, mocking him. “You could have stopped it at any time, but you didn’t. I think I need to hear you remind me about what rule you broke.”
Dejectedly, Langdon wet his lips, trying to look into Robby’s eyes, but his stare was so intense, his disappointment written all over, he couldn’t face it head on. “I can have sex with whoever, but I’m not allowed to cum without permission.”
“Exactly, and you did.” Robby turned his screen off and tossed it towards his pillows to put up later. “You convinced me not to keep you in a cock cage for easier access, promising that you would never get yourself off unless I or Abbot allowed it. So, you are going to be punished for it, forgiven, and then by the time you leave here, you will be fitted with a cage that has two keys only. Bonus points if you can guess who carries them.”
Of course, it was obvious who carried the keys. Him and Abbot shared Langdon. He was a cocky, confident senior resident who liked to be submissive outside of work, like to be used and abused for pleasure and it worked out perfectly between them. Though, it wasn’t precisely like Langdon was solely their submissive, it was more like a casual relationship where technically he wasn’t theirs, but, technically, he was.
“You and Abbot,” Langdon whispered a response, finally looking up at Robby through teary eyes. “Please, Robby, I'm sorry. I’ll be good, I promise. It won’t happen again.”
“You’re right, it won’t,” Robby smiled tightly, fixing his hair a little bit from where he grabbed it, then trailing his finger down his face until his thumb brushed against his bottom lip. Immediately, he opened his mouth, letting him have him in whatever way he desired. Unfortunately for Frank, it wasn’t going to be a normal sort of punishment where he pleases them until satisfied and all is forgiven. Oh, no, not after getting cute video footage of their resident being taken by somebody else.
They weren’t typically the jealous type considering he wasn’t actually theirs, but they had agreed that this felt different because of it, which meant the punishment had to fit the crime.
Langdon, assuming it was a normal punishment, began sliding off of the edge of the bed, landing on his knees to come eye level with Robby’s cock. He looked up at the man with those cute brown eyes of his, waiting for him to be done using his mouth with his digit so he could use his mouth on another more desirable appendage.
“Maybe if I was Abbot I would let you get me off first to butter me up, but I’m not. Up,” Robby ordered, enjoying the flicker of confusion dust across the other man’s face as he obeyed, straightening to a stand. “In fact, you’re not going to touch me.”
“What?”
“Go grab a large towel from the bathroom.”
Langdon opened his mouth to refute, though closed it and sped off.
Chuckling to himself, Robby walked over to the bed and snagged his phone, dialing Jack’s number, grin still plastered on his lips as he imagined what was coming next. Sweet, delicious punishment.
“Hey, what’s up?” Jack answered, “is our naughty resident there yet?”
Robby watched as Langdon paced back into the bedroom, beginning to lay out a navy blue towel on top of his bed. “Grab the trunk,” he commanded lowly, then made it obvious he was now talking to Abbot. “Yeah, he’s here. Thought he had gotten away with it, and now he’s setting up for his punishment. I just wanted to let you know I was taking care of it, and also wanted to remind you to kick my ass into gear this weekend so I can finish up the damn basement. I can’t properly tie him up in my bedroom.”
Jack laughed, “care to tell me your plan?”
“I’ll send a video. My hands will be free once everything is set up,” Robby explained. “Is there anything you want me to do to him?”
Langdon plopped the trunk onto the bed, running a hand through his hair leaving a sexy slut strand across his forehead. Fuck, the things he wanted to do to him… But right now it was a punishment, not pleasure.
Jack hummed, unsure. “Just make sure he learns his lesson—oh, also, I know we’re all coming together tomorrow, but I’m going to bring up daily spankings, so just think about it, yeah?”
“A constantly red ass?” Robby raised his eyebrows, watching the nervous resident as he opened the trunk. “I’m down, but you know it’s up to him.”
“I know, so let him have this time to think about it until tomorrow,” Abbot huffed. “Have fun, send a video, make it sexy!”
He ended the call, and Robby tossed his phone onto the night stand. “So, you curious about what I have planned for you?”
“A little,” Langdon murmured. “But I will gratefully take whatever punishment you give me.”
“Good boy,” Robby praised, squeezing the back of his neck. “Well, since you’re so apt to getting off, I figured I’d give you exactly what you wanted. My full plan was to hoist you up into the air with your legs tied spread eagle, and then set a vibrator on your cock and milk you for all your worth. But since the basement isn’t done yet and I can’t safely tie you up from the ceiling fan, I decided I would just lay you on my bed, instead.”
“You’re… letting me cum? Multiple times?” Langdon furrowed his eyebrows into a confused frown. “Are you okay? Is this how you’re parting ways with me? I promise, I will never cum again unless it’s from your hands. Please, I don’t want to lose this.”
“Parting ways? What the fuck are you talking about?” Robby asked, softening slightly at the idea that he thought this punishment was the last straw and they were letting him go. “No, I wouldn’t do that. I know I can be a bit cruel, but to have our last session as a punishment and then telling you we were done? That’s evil, even for me. If we were changing course, this would be with all three of us, and it would be fun. Not a punishment.”
“The only time you’ve let me cum more than once was when you were drunk and forgot about the first time. The next morning when Jack told you what you did, you punished me for not stopping you and made me stay in bed cockwarming you until you felt I had learned my lesson,” Langdon explained, “I’m barely deserving of one orgasm, let alone multiple.”
Robby nodded, humming in understanding. “Well, it didn’t stem from a punishment, did it? It was happenstance, and then you were punished. It’s not exactly the same, but I see where you’re coming from.” He closed the distance between them and glanced down into the trunk where all of his toys and fun adult things were. “Still, I figured this punishment was fitting for the crime, is it not? You got your rocks off to some random guy, you wanted that release, did you not? I’m merely giving you what you desired.”
“I don’t. I don’t want that,” Langdon shook his head. “I won’t ever cum again if it’s not from you or Abbot, I promise.”
“Aw, come on, of course you do,” Robby smirked, setting out a cock ring, a vibrator, and some rope—enough to tie his wrists to the open slots of the headboard, his feet to the backboard, and the rope that’ll be around his thigh holding the vibrator in place. A completely hands free punishment. “You’ll have fun, don’t worry.”
“Punishments aren’t supposed to be fun,” he deadpanned, which the tone typically would’ve gotten him a harsher punishment but this time it was only okay because it was a direct quote from Robby himself the first time he had to punish him.
Robby bit back a smirk. “Fine, then. Don’t have fun staying tied up to my bed until every last drop of cum is milked from your body and you become nothing but an overstimulated, fucked out writhing mess begging for it to stop. I’ll have fun, though, and so will Jack when I send him a video of you unable to do anything but moan.”
That brought out the cocky, bratty side of Langdon. He could tell through his body language, his look, like the way his features curled in like a raisin. Thankfully, he knew better than to give lip and stayed quiet.
“Lay on your back—starfish.”
Langdon moved to place his head on the pillows, arms raising to the space on the headboard that he could be tied to, spreading his legs out towards the edges of the bed. Like a starfish.
Langdon stayed silent the whole time Robby began tying him up, nervous. Of course, he’s been punished before. He loves it; bratting, getting attention, letting them torture him in various fun and sexy ways. But most times it had been because of a small annoyance, or he pushed too far. This was much different, breaking one of the very few rules they had. He’s never been punished like this before, and with only one of them. It was unnerving.
The set up took about fifteen minutes, Robby was practically an expert at rope play and knew just how to get it tight and movement-restricting without having to restrict blood flow.
Once he was starfished to the bed, Robby slid the cock ring onto Langdon’s dick, setting a remote down somewhere by his hip.
Langdon couldn’t help the sardonic quip in his mind: oh, yay, a cock ring with a vibrator… totally wasn’t going to be absolute hell.
Then, he held the vibrator up against his left thigh, making sure the head of it hit exactly where he knew it would do the most damage, and tied it tightly around his thigh.
Able to see the set up, feel how constricted he was and how in deep shit he was, he was thinking maybe he should’ve come clean. But, to his defense, he had forgotten. It did happen a few days ago, and he was a bit drunk and completely exhausted and out of his head. He doesn’t even remember the guy’s name. Trevor? Taylor? Eh, fuck if he knew.
Without warning, the cock ring vibrated to life and Frank jolted at the suddenness of it, unaware that it was a vibrating one. It was mostly just a dull vibration sticking to the same area, but he knew that the longer it went on the more it would affect him.
“Double vibrations,” Robby whistled, “so even if you manage to move the vibrator, you can’t escape. You’re fucked, Langdon.”
Langdon swallowed. Why couldn’t he have just gone to Abbot instead, confessed about what he thought happened the night before and given him head and be forgiven? Fuck.
Then, the vibrator started and Robby unfortunately knew exactly where to place it to have Frank tensing up.
It was hard to pay attention to anything other than the explosion of feelings around his nether region, but he did happen to notice Robby pull up the rocking chair, his phone in hand while the other nonchalantly stroked his own cock. Not even for actual pleasure it seemed, just… enjoying the sight before him of Langdon simmering into his first orgasm of the night.
“I wonder how many times it’ll take before you can’t speak or think straight. I’m thinking… four?” Robby mused, his phone held up towards Langdon. “What do you think, mmhm?”
Langdon wasn’t sure if he was talking to Abbot or if he was asking him. But, just in case, he responded, “five,” with tight, breathy pants.
“I have faith in him, I’m thinking seven,” Abbot’s voice rang out, “it doesn’t matter to me, though. He looks so good. I wish I was there with you guys, but I have a lot of laundry and need to get ready for work—I picked up a shift because Shen got sick. Probably too much of those damned iced coffees he loves.”
Robby chuckled, “well, do you want me to prop my phone up with the stand so you can have a show while you fold?”
“Of course I do. This is much better than a video, i know you’d probably fuck it up and get distracted and have me pointed at his foot.”
Langdon made the smallest, tiniest move with his hips and it clearly was the wrong move because a zap of pleasure sizzled through his hardened, vibrating cock. His eyes rolled back, as if it would ease the feeling. But it didn’t, and because he moved again to relieve himself, it happened again. “Fuck!”
Robby was setting up the tripod, smiling to himself as Langdon’s noises were like bells to his ears.
The orgasm was slowly building, and his shuffling was only making it worse. He may not be able to move his hands or his legs, but his midsection was a bit more free. Honestly, though, it may as well not be. Shifting at all would just barely move the vibrator and it was enough to start speeding it along, like in those fighting games where you punch the other character and the health bar goes down a bit. Like that, except it was going in the opposite direction and filling the bar got him an orgasm. And then the round restarted for a whole new one, only this time it came on faster, until he could feel nothing but vibrations and his own heart drumming in his ears.
He knew there wasn’t much of a point to squirming, trying to find any sort of relief from the relentless vibrations—even if he managed to move the vibrator, it could hit a spot that would shoot straight through his body or Robby could simply fix it. Then, the vibrating cock ring would still be there and that one was not one he could move. So, he was completely, totally, utterly fucked and there was no getting out of this until Robby was satisfied. And Robby wasn’t going to be satisfied until Langdon hit the very bottom—leave him as nothing but a weak, fucked out, overstimulated tamed brat who would feel his body buzzing for days after as a reminder to never break a rule ever again (or to forget about it).
He popped open his eyes and glanced back over to Robby real quick. His phone was pointed at him on the tripod, and he was just sitting there, watching, rocking back and forth and stroking himself lazily.
“Robby,” Langdon forced out, gasping, “please… I’ll get—get you off. I’ll… I’ll do anything.”
“Wow, five minutes in and you already have him begging. That must be a record,” Abbot roared in laughter, “aw, but if you stop, then I don’t have anyone to keep me company while I do my chores.”
“I’ll do them. All of them!” Langdon lifted his head up to look at the camera, moving slightly which prompted a specific jolt to course through him. He was about halfway up the orgasm meter. And he was going to have to do this multiple times? Fuck, he might end up dead before he hits three. “Ohhhhhh, fuck.”
“That’s right, baby, I want to hear you moan,” Abbot purred.
“Don’t worry, once the orgasms start rolling in one after the other, it’ll be the only thing he can do,” Robby smirked. “If you have any suggestions, by the way, let me know.”
Frank groaned, “Robby, please, I’ll do anything. I’ll suck your cock, i’ll do Abbot’s chores, i’ll lick the floors of the hospital clean, i’ll—” Another move, another jolt, another grunt pulled from his mouth. He was coming to the cusp of his orgasm and he was desperate to only do it once because imagining doing this over and over again… “Please, please, please, please, please, Robby, put the cage on me, I’ll never take it off. Put in a sound, make me have to ask you to use the restroom, do anything, but please, I don’t know how much I'm going to be able to ta—oh, God!”
Frank threw his head back in orgasmic bliss, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his fingers and toes clenched. He could feel the warm cum stutter out from his cock, landing mostly on the navy blue towel.
He rode out the orgasm as long as he could, staying tense. After a few more moments, he began to settle back down.
“Oh, yeah, that was just the lowest setting, by the way!” Robby’s sarcastic cheery voice he typically used on Gloria at work seemed to cut through the fog and suddenly the cock ring began vibrating at a higher frequency, and soon following, the vibrator.
Frank pulled his hips up, the residual feelings from his orgasm not having any actual time to peter out before the next one was quickly building.
“Please, Robby,” Langdon whined, “I’ll do anything.”
“You are doing something, baby.” He stood up from his chair and wound around to the side of the bed, where the trunk was. Frank could barely see through his euphoria as he blurrily watched Robby dig through the trunk, pulling out something small and thin. “You’re taking your punishment, and you’re doing a good job so far. Keep up the begging, it makes my dick hard.”
Of course, all three of them knew that if Frank used their safeword, this would all stop immediately. Vibrators off, rope undone, aftercare—a punishment was not worth going past the line for. But, luckily for them, this is what they got off to. Bratty coworkers, pleading, and watching said bratty coworkers come undone.
Langdon whimpered as Robby leaned over him, flicking at each of his nipples, grabbing at the nubs to harden them. He was suddenly cleared from his daze as he was snapping nipple clamps onto one nipple, winding the long chain underneath his erected cock, and then securing the other nipple. If he moved, he’d tug on his clamps and—Jesus Christ, Robby was a sadistic fuck. It would be so fucking hot if he wasn’t rapidly coming to another orgasm already.
“There, that may stop your squirming, huh?” Robby tugged gently on the chain connecting his nipples, prompting a hiss from Langdon’s mouth, through his clenched teeth. “Going a bit fast, don’t want you to reach the end that quickly, now do we?”
“Fuck you!” he spat, almost immediately realizing his accidental reaction. “I’m so sorry, Robby. Please. Forgive me.”
Robby merely chuckled, which was worse than him getting angry about it. He’d rather him take him right here, right now, and fuck him raw and hard until he’s so wet and full of him that he felt like nothing but a sex toy.
“It’s okay, you’re feeling a lot of different feelings right now. By the end of all of this, you’ll worship the ground I walk on because I let you out of your predicament, and you’ll hopefully remember my grace because the next time you lash out at me, you’ll regret it,” Robby softly patted Langdon’s stomach, trailing his fingers down towards his cock and pushing down on it just a little bit to force the vibrator’s pressure to help his senior resident along. And also it tugged on the nipple clamps, which pulled him straight past the edge as Langon jerked his hips up and screamed out a cry as his orgasm shot out of him.
Abbot cooed, “aw, Robby, you’re so mean.”
“You know you love it.”
“It’s too much!” Langdon cried. “I don’t want to cum again, just put the cage on me!”
“Nope, not yet, you’re not there yet,” Robby said. “Try again later. Maybe when you’re shooting blanks, I’ll reconsider.”
Langdon’s body barely settled considering the constant vibrations set in place, it felt so fucking good yet hurt so fucking bad, he could tell he was already halfway to another by the time he could get even somewhat relaxed. But, of course, the vibrations were set higher and suddenly he was holding his breath as he tried so hard to contort around the feeling.
Langdon was on his eighth orgasm, had gone full whimpers and cries by the fourth one, and by the sixth one, he was practically constantly having release after release, though the amount had started to dwindle by this one he just had. Nothing really came out, and Robby was satisfied. Robbed of all of his cum, cock red and puffy from the overstimulating abuse, nipples stretched and hard as a rock, face pink and sweaty, eyes almost permanently rolled into the back of his head, body shaking even after Robby had dialed down the vibrators. Langdon was pure and truly fucked out.
Turning the vibrators off, he quickly began undoing the rope that held the vibrator to his thigh.
Langdon still didn’t speak, too busy catching his breath. Robby wasn’t even sure if he realized that the vibrators weren’t on anymore considering he was still shuttering from the rollouts.
“You did amazing, I'm super proud of you,” Robby praised, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his skin. Langdon jerked at the pressured touch, whining. “If I were Abbot, I'd probably forgo the chastity cage with how harshly I punished you.”
Langdon tossed his head, exhausted, mumbling something in response but it was much too low to make out.
Next, he started undoing his leg restraints.
“Do you want some water? Pillows? Fluffy blanket?”
“Hhng,” Langdon groaned.
Robby would ask again once he had more time to recover and he was out of the restraints. Then, after care for as long as needed. Maybe give him a massage, something to ease the buzz no doubt numbing his body.
It took much quicker to deconstruct than it took to set all of this up. Thankfully.
Once his hands dropped exhaustedly onto his face, Langdon exhaled. “You’re so handsome.”
“Oh, yeah?” Robby laughed, helping him pull up into a sitting position. Langdon tensed at the movement, “come on, I'll draw you a bath to get you cleaned up. Then, I'll order in whatever food you want and I'll give you a massage and make sure you feel better.”
Langdon leaned on Robby all the way to the bathroom, head lulling onto his shoulder. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Punishing me,” Frank murmured. “Reminding me of my place. I get cocky, and you are relentless, but I like that. Abbot is nicer and that’s nice a lot of the time, but sometimes I want it rough, deserving. So, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Frank,” Robby kissed the top of the man’s head lovingly, ruffling his hair as he leaned him against the sink. “Give me a few minutes to set up the bath, are you going to be alright?”
Langdon nodded, swallowing, slowly starting to come out of the tired, blissful state of multiple orgasms.
Robby made sure the temperature was nice and warm, but not too hot, and let it run.
“I could demolish a greasy burger and some fries,” Langdon told him, a weak smirk propping up the corner of his lips.
“Okay, I'll go call it in while the bath runs. I’ll be right back, I'm going to go grab some lotion.”
“Wait!” Langdon called, just as the other man left through the threshold. “Um, the next time we have a session, can we eighty-six the vibrators?”
Robby leaned back into view, using the doorframe to peek back in, letting out a humored exhale. “That’s fine by me, but you don’t have to worry about that. You’ll be caged up and needy before you leave here, begging for a release in a few days time. Don’t need a vibrator to do that.”
Langdon whimpered, “you’re so mean.”
“I know, but you love it.”
And, fuck, he was right. He did love it.