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Mackenzie sighs as he climbs the stairs, tired from the day and annoyed that he had to leave the warmth of the fireplace.
Mathis has been in a bad mood that resulted in him being unbearable all day, hurling insults at everybody and disregarding any safety precautions. He is now in a bedroom upstairs, probably sulking and Mackenzie, having lost the rock-paper-scissors game against Heller, is the one who has the displeasure to go check on him.
He knocks softly on the door. No answer comes, so he opens it. Mathis is pacing back and forth like a caged animal. As he hears the door, he turns, looking at Mackenzie with a scowl,
"What do you want pilot ?"
"Just checking on you," Mackenzie replies evenly.
"Of course the bloody boy scout has come to check on me !" Mathis snarls.
Mackenzie tries to ignore it and remain calm but after a whole day of it, his patience is wearing thin.
"I also want to know what's gotten into you today," he states.
"Oh, like you fucking care about me now ?"
Mathis growls, coming closer to the pilot.
"I'm tired of seeing your damn face ! That's what !"
He raises his fist to hit Mackenzie, but the pilot is faster and ducks. Mathis lets out a frustrated grunt and goes to strike again.
Mackenzie, getting increasingly irritated, ducks again. This time though, he catches the convict's arm and using the momentum, pulls him in an armlock,
"Ok, I've had enough of your freaking attitude !" he spits.
"You better let me go pilot, or you're gonna regret it," Mathis struggles, trying to free himself.
Mackenzie doesn't answer, he just grabs the convict's free arm, and pulls it behind Mathis's back while pushing him onto the nearby bed. Having both arms behind his back, Mathis can only fall face first onto the mattress when his shins hit the frame. He lets out a pained huff from the shock and the position affecting his wounded shoulder.
Mackenzie is holding both his hands firmly and he is completely stuck, wondering what the pilot intents are. Then Mackenzie moves one of the hands holding him and Mathis tries to wiggle free but he is still effectively pinned down. Damn, he didn't think the pilot was that strong ! It stirs something in his brain. Ignoring it, he strains his neck to see what Mackenzie is doing.
The distinct sound of a belt buckle sends shivers down his spine, suddenly bringing a flow of unpleasant memories : his father's beltings after each of his weekly benders, the teacher that would make him get on his knees during after-school study, and that time in Edmonton when a fellow inmate had tried to strangle him (how he had gotten his hands on a belt was still not clear).
Shaking his head to banish the thoughts, he feels the leather strip on his wrists, and realises that Mackenzie is tying him.
"What the fuck, pilot ?" he growls.
"Shut it !" Mackenzie orders, anger barely concealed.
"I've had enough of you ! That you are an insufferable prick all day is one thing, but I draw the line at you putting us all in danger with your stupid quick-temper !"
The cold fury palpable in the pilot's voice is unnerving and Mathis reacts the only way he knows how to deal with fear : be louder than it.
"And what are you gonna do about it, Mackenzie ? Fucking spank me ?" he taunts.
"Now, that's actually the first good idea you got today !" Mackenzie answers seriously.
"Come on, a boy scout like you ?" Mathis laughs, incredulous.
"Never pretended to be one. And you've exhausted my patience," Mackenzie replies threateningly.
"Go on then! Or are you still all bark and no bite ?"
Mathis instantly regrets his goading when Mackenzie's hand lands hard on his ass. He lets out a surprised yelp. He doesn't have time to recover, a further blow landing on his thighs.
"Ow ! Fuck !" He groans in pain, ever so grateful he isn't bare-bottomed for this, the layers somewhat dampening the hits. He feels heat bloom on his skin where the pilot's hand has landed.
"Not so cocky now, are you ?" Mackenzie mocks, giving another three blows.
But Mathis is stubborn, and refuses to give the pilot the satisfaction. So he continues his provocation,
"Come on pilot, that all you got ?"
Mackenzie doesn't answer, simply walking away. Mathis hears him rummage in the adjacent bathroom.
When he comes back, there is something in his hand. From what the convict can see, it's a hairbrush. The pilot sets it on the bed next to him. Then, he comes behind Mathis, bending over him. Feeling Mackenzie's weight against him in this position lights a spark of arousal. Confused by this, Mathis barely processes the deft fingers opening his belt, until Mackenzie steps back, pulling the convict's pants, long johns and briefs at once, leaving him bare-bottomed.
"The hell are you doing ?" Mathis exclaims, flailing, fear growing.
"You wanted a spanking, you're getting one," Mackenzie retorts sternly.
"Don't you fucking dare !" the convict growls menacingly.
The brush hits his ass with a loud thwack, and he yelps.
"Or what ? You're not in charge here !" Mackenzie punctuates with another strike, "I'll stop when you've calmed down and apologised."
He hits the convict's thighs once more.
"Fuck you !" Mathis spits, "Fucking self-righteous dick !"
Another loud thwack echoes in the room.
"Come on, don't make it harder on yourself."
Another blow hits his ass. Stubbornly, Mathis refuses to yield. Tears are forming in his eyes as yet another harsh slap lands on the sensitive spot right where cheeks meet thighs, but he bites back his pained cry. Bracing for the next one is useless as the pilot hits a different spot each time.
"This is not Blackrock or whatever," Mackenzie delivers an additional smack.
"You can't just ignore what we tell you because you think you're the one that's right." the pilot's tone is clinical as he strikes harder.
"We almost ended up as bear food today because of it !" Mackenzie states sternly, adding another.
"Ow ! I get it, pilot !" Mathis whines.
The convict has lost track of how many blows he's received. It hurts like a bitch but beneath the pain something is gnawing in his brain, something primal, aching for more. Pain, humiliation, whatever he gets, it doesn't matter.
As long as it is Mackenzie giving it, he wants more.
"Do you ?" Mackenzie's tone is sceptical, cold anger still there.
He gives the convict's ass another strike, less harsh than the previous, but still painful.
"Ooww," Mathis moans in pain, tears now running down his cheeks as he finally lets go.
"I'm sorry," he sobs.
It isn't good enough, and Mackenzie spanks him again,
"That's it ? Are you fucking serious ?"
"I'm sorry I ignored what you guys were telling me." Mathis pauses, catching his breath,
"I'm sorry I put us in danger. I swear it won't happen again !"
"Good ! Otherwise there will be consequences."
Mackenzie's hit is lighter this time.
"I won't hesitate to do this again, in front of everyone if I have to," the pilot threatens.
Mathis can't hold back a moan as the next hit lands, pleasure slowly replacing the pain. The idea of everyone seeing him like this strangely arouses him. He doesn't have time to reflect on the matter, as the pilot gives another, slightly harsher smack. Mathis moans again, getting light-headed.
"Fuck, pilot, what more do you want ?" he whimpers.
Mackenzie doesn't answer, he rubs the convict's reddened cheeks gently then strikes again.
"Mmmmhh," Mathis groans.
"You're getting off on this, aren't you ?" Mackenzie teases, all anger gone now, fascinated by the man's reactions.
He hadn't really planned any of this. Tying Mathis was a spur-of-the-moment decision when the convict had attacked him. Mackenzie had intended to just leave him tied until he calmed down, but then Mathis's taunting had only angered him further. Shutting him up and taking him down a peg or two felt good, though Mackenzie feels a bit guilty to be enjoying it.
"N..no, I'm not," Mathis answers, embarrassed.
"Is it the pain ?" The pilot enquires, curious,
"Or do you enjoy being put back in your place ?"
"Fuck you !" Mathis lashes out, confused and ashamed that he likes it and wants more. He hopes that the pilot can't see that he's hard and leaking.
Mackenzie isn't really sure why he is doing this, other than that Mathis clearly enjoys it, and a part of him delights in seeing the arrogant and bold convict reduced to such a state. He wonders how far he can push it, so he asks,
"Do you want me to spank you until you come ?"
The sound that comes out of Mathis' throat is one of raw, unbridled lust, that shocks even himself. It goes straight to Mackenzie's dick, who thankfully manages to keep it together.
"I'm gonna need a verbal answer, Mathis."
The man replies in barely a whisper, blushing deeply,
"Fuck. Yes...please."
He's rewarded with a squeeze of his ass, before Mackenzie strikes again. Mathis can't help leaning into it as he moans and Mackenzie notices.
"So needy," he mocks, "holding your ass out for it, like a whore."
Another hit lands, followed by a squeeze.
"Ffffuuuck," Mathis whines, the pilot's words searing into his brain.
Mackenzie strikes again, and again, pulling more moans and whimpers from him. Then he bends down to whisper in Mathis ear, while his hand grips and tugs the convict's hair,
"Look at you. All you needed is a strong hand, to put you back where you belong. I could do anything to you, and you’d beg me to, wouldn't you ?”
The new painful sensation and the intensity of the pilot's words almost send Mathis over the edge. He doesn't want to beg but the words spill out of his mouth before he can stop himself,
"Please."
"Please what ?" Mackenzie taunts, patting his ass lightly.
"Please, let me cum. Please," Mathis sobs, swallowing what's left of his pride.
"Begging so nicely for me," Mackenzie coos mockingly, "like a good little slut."
He slaps the convict's thighs.
"Go on then," he orders, raining several successive blows, "come for me, bitch."
Mathis comes in a pathetic moan, bucking his hips, the shame of coming like that only making the pleasure sharper. Then he goes slack, vision hazy and heart racing.
He's vaguely aware that Mackenzie is talking to him while he unties him. Something about a towel ? The pilot disappears and Mathis briefly wonders if he's just going to leave him here like that. But Mackenzie comes back, and carefully lifts him to lie on the bed fully.
Mathis hisses as something wet and cold makes contact with his stomach.
"Sorry, I know. I'm just cleaning you quickly."
Mackenzie's tone is soft and soothing and makes Mathis all warm and fuzzy. He's then made to lie prone and he feels the pilot's warm hands apply something on his backside, rubbing gently. The brain fog slowly dissipates, as the hands move to massage his arms and hands.
"... shoulder ?"
Mathis grunts in answer, not sure what the question is.
"How's your shoulder ?" Mackenzie repeats.
"Sore. Not worse than my ass though" he groans as the pilot's deft fingers hit an especially tender spot near the collarbone.
"I'm, uh, sorry," Mackenzie utters.
"If you mention any of this to anyone, I will strangle you with your belt and feed you to a bear," Mathis threatens half-heartedly.
"Duly noted," Mackenzie chuckles, fingers unconsciously moving to run through the man's hair, who sighs contentedly, as drowsiness overcomes him.
When Mathis wakes up, Mackenzie's gone, but he's been tucked under the covers and there is a water bottle and energy bar on the nightstand.
"Fucking boy scout," he mutters, going back to sleep.