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“I know-“ Carlos pulls away from the kiss TK had pulled him into, much to TK’s disappointment. “-I know I’m late, I’m sorry, but- I have a surprise for you, to make up for it, if that’s okay with you?” Carlos asks, cradling TK’s face in his hands as if he were the most valuable thing in the world.
TK almost doesn’t agree to Carlos’ plans. Carlos was caught up at work well over two hours past when he was supposed to get home, which is when TK had planned to jump him and get himself fucked after an exhausting shift, and he’s been too stubborn to get off without his boyfriend.
But Carlos’ eyes are so soft and hopeful, and TK knows whatever Carlos’ surprise is will be a thousand times better than the sloppy, vanilla quickie TK had planned. He nods, and Carlos presses a quick, messy kiss to his lips.
“God I love you, come on, gotta get you ready.”
“Lay down,” Carlos instructs, pulling his service cuffs from his belt and an extra pair from the chest beside their bed. “Arms in front of you, ankles together.”
TK does just that, and Carlos sits on his thighs, facing away from him to cuff his ankles together. TK can tell that he’s barely keeping himself from humping his legs. It’s ridiculously endearing, to be the one who’s naked and laid out like this, but his partner- who, mind, still hasn’t taken off his uniform- is that desperately horny. But, then again, so is everything else about Carlos.
As soon as his ankles are bound, Carlos leans down to press a kiss to his shin. TK grins and reaches out to pinch right between Carlos’ ass and thigh. “You’re adorable.”
“Says the pot to the kettle,” Carlos teases as he turns around and takes TK’s wrists in hand, securing the cuffs around them as gently as he can. “Too tight? Too loose?”
TK wiggles for a moment, then shakes his head. “No. Feels good.”
“Blindfold?” he asks, holding it up. TK nods, and Carlos secures it behind his head, then flips him over and manipulates him so his chest and shoulders press into the bed and his ass is in the air. “Don’t forget, just- Red, if you need to stop, and I’ll be back in a minute?”
“I know, I know, shoo,” TK says, and Carlos kisses his temple before rushing off.
It takes several long minutes for Carlos to return. TK can hear the click of his utility belt, and God, Carlos is still in uniform. If that doesn’t do something for TK, nothing does. “Remember,” Carlos urges, “Safeword. Use it if you need to. Please.”
TK nods, then squirms as the bed dips under his boyfriend's weight, and a solid metal object hits his ass. He jerks and tenses, and Carlos places a hand on the back of his neck to still him before smacking him again.
"Behave," he orders, and TK whines.
“Carlos-“ he tries, but, for a third time, the heavy weight strikes his ass.
“No.” The metal goes between his ass cheeks, trailing lightly over his hole, and TK gasps softly at the cold. “You either call me Officer or Sir, or you safeword out. Got it?” TK nods, and he’s struck again, though this time much lighter. “Answer me when I ask you something.”
“Fuck,” TK moans, rocking back.
Carlos pinches the sensitive skin right below his balls. “What was that?”
“I mean- yes- yes, Sir, yes, got it,” he manages to reply.
Cold, slick lube is drizzled onto his exposed hole, and Carlos dips a finger inside. “Did you play with yourself before I got home?” he asks as he presses in a second.
TK nods. “I did, Sir.”
Carlos sighs and shuts his eyes, momentarily breaking the façade. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, love you so much.”
Then he's right back in it, pressing the heavy steel object from before into TK’s hole. The chilled feeling makes him struggle against his binds, but Carlos holds him down with a knee placed on the center of his back and a tight squeeze to the back of his neck. There are ridges down the shaft of whatever the item is, and he whines and squirms as they brush over his rim.
Carlos smacks him on the ass with his hand, then presses a kiss to his tailbone. "So fucking pretty like this, getting fucked by my gun,” he whispers, rubbing TK’s lower back.
His breath catches in his throat. Carlos is fucking him with a gun. He doesn't know if he should be turned on or scared, but either way, it feels incredible. The trigger guard presses against his rim once the gun is pushed in as deep as it can go, and he whines as it rocks back and forth. It's not particularly long- just over two inches can actually go into him- and not very thick, but knowing what, exactly, Carlos is using to fuck him makes it so much better. Logically, he knows it’s not real- Carlos bought a replica of his service pistol months ago, just because of how ridiculously over excited TK always gets about his gun on his belt- but he loves it, all the same.
"Yeah, you like this, hm?" Carlos asks, thrusting it in and out of him without a hint of delicacy. "You said you wanted me to fuck you with my gun, didn't think you'd actually be this much of a whore about it."
"Yeah, yes, I love it, such a-" he gasps as Carlos slams his gun in particularly rough, "- Fuck, so good, babe, come on, yeah, like that-"
Carlos pulls the gun out and hits his ass with it again, harder than before. “’Babe,’ really? Is that how you’re supposed to refer to me?”
A shiver runs through him and he relishes in the way he knows those hits will bruise- it’ll ache to sit for days, in the most perfectly painful way. “Sorry, Officer,” he corrects himself.
“See, not so hard to be a polite bitch, is it?” Carlos teases, and presses the pistol back into his ass.
The texture of the barrel is perfect, and, subtly, TK reaches towards his dick with his cuffed hands, eager to touch himself. He’s half an inch away from his cock before Carlos pulls the gun from TK's hole again, grabs him by the hair, and shoves him onto his back.
"Thought you could get yourself off, baby? Wanted to jerk off while I fucked you with my pistol?" TK doesn't say anything, just inhales sharp and fast. Carlos places the gun under his dick, lifting it with the muzzle, and yanks the blindfold from TK's eyes. "Answer me," he growls, forcing TK to look. "You wanted to jerk this off, huh? To come without permission? Who the fuck do you think you are?"
TK hisses in frustration and tries to squirm away from it. “Fuck off, let me come.” Carlos grabs his wrists, making him sit up, and gets right up in TK’s face.
“You really want to be a brat? Right now?” Carlos demands, letting the warmed metal dig slightly into the tender flesh of his balls. “I can spank you, if you’d like. Thrash that slutty little ass with my gun until you’re begging me to stop, or to fuck you.” His heart catches in his chest, and he writhes against Carlos.
He’s pinned down to the bed with the entirety of Carlos’ body weight for a long, drawn-out moment, until he slows, then stills. Then the cuffs on his wrists are unlocked, and Carlos re-binds his arms behind his back and bends him over his knees.
“I’m going to beat your sorry, disrespectful little ass, okay? And you’re going to say thank you, Sir, after every single hit. Got it?” TK nods, and Carlos lays a hit on his inner thigh. “No, you’re going to answer me.”
TK jolts and looks up at him with wide eyes. “Yes, Officer, I understand, please spank me?”
One hit, and TK whines.
“Thank you, Sir,” he moans.
Three more hits land in quick succession, making TK squirm.
“Fuck, fuck, thank you, Officer, thank you, Sir, please- Ca- Sir, thank you!”
Carlos lays four sharp, quick strikes to his ass and TK has to muffle a scream into the sheets before he can speak.
“Thank you, thank you, Officer, thank you for- for putting me in my place, thank you- Sir- Sir-”
One last hit, harder than before, and TK is writhing on his lap, trying to escape the searing pain.
“Please, Officer, please, thank you!”
Finally satisfied, Carlos holds the gun in place on the bed, then maneuvers TK onto his knees and lifts him a bit with one arm so his hole is right above the muzzle of the gun. “Now, you’re going to ride my gun.” When TK gives him a disapproving glare, he continues. “You were a brat when I went to hit your ass with the gun, and you were greedy when I fucked you with it, so now you’re going to fuck yourself.”
TK protests immediately. “I did what you asked! I thanked you for it, and I called you Officer and Sir!”
“Hm, maybe you did.” Carlos leans in to give TK a brief, almost teasing kiss. “But I had to spank you once before you did. Doesn’t that deserve a punishment?”
Carlos removes his arm from his waist, and, after a moment of hesitation, TK sinks down slowly. The ridges of the barrel are more intense like this, with TK doing the work. At a sharp slap, he picks up the pace, rolling his hips against the gun. Carlos lifts his thumb, teasing it against him with every downwards motion.
“You like degrading yourself like this, don’t you?” Carlos asks, lifting his thumb a bit more. With his next movement, he slides it in just the slightest bit, and TK gasps, legs wobbling. “Come on, babe, it’s okay, you can admit that you’re a little slut who gets off on his boyfriend’s gun, of all things.” TK feels shame twist in his gut, and he shakes his head. Carlos knows him better than that, though. A warm hand grabs his chin, forcing him to make eye contact. “You know you’re a slut. Say it.”
“I’m a slut,” TK whispers, squeezing his eyes shut.
Carlos moves his hand down, brushing over his throat. “Come again?” He’s not going to do anything, and they both know it. Carlos isn’t going to choke him, and he’s told TK that it’s a line he’s not willing to cross, now or ever. But the threat is still there, taunting and teasing.
“I’m a slut, Sir,” TK repeats, louder. “I’m a- a whore for your gun.”
Carlos kisses his temple. “Good boy.”
After a moment, he slows down to speak. “… Can I have your cock, please?”
“I don’t know. Did you earn it?”
TK whines, eyes big and sad, and Carlos pushes him off the gun onto the bed. He leaves the room with the pistol, and, for a moment, TK is left dumbfounded and somewhat hurt.
But a minute later, Carlos is back, wiping the gun off with a towel. He stands beside the bed and unbuckles his belt to take his cock from his pants and grins as TK cranes his head to look. TK wants so, so badly to take him in his mouth, to lick the pre-come at the tip of his dick. For a moment, Carlos just strokes himself, and TK is positive he’s doing it to rile TK up- as if he can be any more worked up than he already is.
Then, Carlos is behind him, shoving him chest-down with his legs hanging off the edge of the mattress. “Snap twice for stop,” Carlos instructs, before he reaches around him, and cold metal is carelessly shoved into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue and muffling TK’s surprised cry.
He immediately shoves his dick into TK, and once again his yelp is quieted by the gun in his mouth. His whole body feels like jelly, and he’s grateful for the position Carlos had put him in- if TK were holding himself up, he would’ve fallen over the second Carlos got his cock in his ass.
The gun is pulled out and thrust back in at the same time as Carlos’ cock, and TK shivers as the metal clicks against his teeth.
“So good at taking my cock, swear it’s like you were made for me to fuck.”
The trigger guard slips into his mouth, along with Carlos’ index finger, and he gags. That only encourages Carlos more, and he presses the gun as deep as he can get it. TK squirms and chokes, and Carlos shoves his cock all the way in. For a moment, he’s effectively pinned between Carlos’ dick and the pistol, and he can’t do anything to escape either.
“Fuck, should’ve screwed you with a gun before, huh, babe? Maybe you’ll behave if I bring it into the bedroom more, smack your ass around with it some?”
TK starts crying around the barrel of the weapon, sobs and wails stifled by the bitter metal. It feels perfect and horrible to be treated this way, humiliated, and debased, and face-fucked with a gun, and he doesn’t know what to do- he’s utterly helpless to do anything except take what Carlos wants to give him.
Then Carlos is fucking him again, railing him into the bed like his only purpose in life is to be used for Carlos’ pleasure. The gun plunges in and out, one thrust just deep enough that the trigger guard hits his lips, the next making him choke and gag again.
“You like being treated like a fucktoy? Like sucking off my gun? Maybe, just maybe, next time I clean my gun-” he pauses and moans softly, still fucking him hard and deep, “-Maybe I’ll make you use that dirty little mouth of yours, yeah? You liked licking the holster, loved licking your own come off my boot, you dirty little thing, and look how much of a whore you’re being now, taking my fucking gun like it’s- like-“
Carlos cuts himself off with a gasp and pulls the gun from TK’s mouth, tossing it onto the bed beside him in favor of grabbing his hips. His breathing grows heavier, pants and groans as soft and subtle as they always are when he’s about to come. TK tightens around his cock, trying his best to coax it out of him.
He pulls TK’s hips back in time with his thrusts, fucking him rough enough that every slap of their skin together aggravates TK’s bruised ass, but he can do nothing except cry and squirm against Carlos. Then, all of a sudden, he’s pulling out and yanking TK around like he’s a doll and jerking off right in front of him. TK squeezes his eyes shut and Carlos comes across TK’s face, hot and messy.
Carlos pants, and TK, determined to not wait for Carlos to finish basking in his afterglow, starts grinding his dick into the mattress. That was too hot and he needs to get off, but before he can get too far, Carlos is sitting down and he’s being hauled up. Carlos puts his own leg over the chain of the cuffs, and pulls TK to straddle his thigh, trapping his hard cock against rough fabric.
TK shoots him a baleful glance. Was Carlos really going to make TK degrade himself like this? Again?
Carlos reaches behind him to plunge the gun back into his hole, and TK gives a startled jerk, dragging his dick over Carlos’ leg. “You wanted to get off, so hump my leg or you won’t,” Carlos hisses into his ear. “So desperate to come that you start humping the mattress like I wouldn’t notice.”
He frowns and rocks his hips forward, giving Carlos the saddest, most tearful eyes he can manage as he drives the barrel in and out, slow and unsteady. He can barely balance with his arms bound behind him- every movement makes him feel as if he’s going to fall over, and Carlos is doing nothing to help aside from keeping one hand on his thigh.
TK stills and Carlos pulls the gun away, smacking his cherry red ass once, then fucking it back in. TK moves again, humping his thigh in time with the thrusts. The fabric drags against his dick and balls, burning and rubbing him raw. Carlos pinches his battered ass and he whimpers, tears starting to drip down his cheeks again. A moment later, he stops, and Carlos repeats the motions, and TK gets back to moving with the most desperate, breathy little gasp.
After a few long minutes, TK speeds up, dick rubbing against the rough fabric without a care to how debauched he looks. He nearly falls forward in his haste to get off, but Carlos quickly steadies him.
“Carlos- Officer, may I come, please?” he begs, freely crying again, now.
Carlos brushes his thumb over TK’s cheek briefly, swiping through the tear tracks, then places his free hand on TK’s hip, helping to guide him harder and faster between the pistol and his thigh. “Yes, babe, you can come, thank you for asking. Such a good boy now, aren’t you?”
TK trembles and whines as he finally comes, whispering a broken stream of, “Thank you, sir, thank you, thank you.” Despite his watery eyes, he forces himself to keep his eyes open, needing to see the proud, loving look across Carlos’ face. He can feel the sticky warmth soaking into Carlos’ pants between his legs, but he doesn’t mind, as long as those big, brown eyes keep looking at him with such adoration.
“Come here,” Carlos soothes, taking the key from the bedside table and removing the cuffs from his wrists. “You did so good for me, baby, so pretty, so hot, you’re so perfect.” Then he pulls his leg from between TK’s to sit him fully on Carlos’ lap, causing him to cringe and gasp as pressure is put on his abused backside. “Sorry, sorry,” he whispers, lifting TK’s bound ankles to uncuff them, as well.
He hugs him tight and pets his sweaty hair, letting TK’s tears soak into his uniform shirt. TK knows he’s smeared come all over the entirety of Carlos’ work clothes, but he’s too tired to care. Carlos is so warm, and he’s never experienced anything remotely near as comforting as his boyfriend’s arms after a particularly rough play session. He inhales slow and deep, and, after what feels like hours, he calms down enough to speak.
“You fucked me with a gun,” TK says, leaning back to meet Carlos’ eyes. “Fuck.”
“It wasn’t a real gun, don’t worry. Remember the fake one I bought a couple months ago?”
“Yeah, I know you didn’t fuck me with a real gun, but still, that was- wow.” TK grins deliriously and leans in to press a kiss to Carlos’ lips.
Carlos grimaces at the traces of his own come on TK’s lips. “Give me a moment, I just want to get a damp cloth and strip out of this,” he tells him, glancing down at his come-covered work clothes with a small smile. TK nods, letting himself be shifted off of Carlos’ lap and onto the bed.
He’s laying on his stomach, half asleep, by the time Carlos re-enters, and he jolts awake again at a shocked, distressed gasp.
“Babe, oh my- TK, I’m so sorry, I-“ For a moment, TK is confused. Then he glances around at Carlos and follows his gaze down to his ass.
He sucks in a breath. Shallow lacerations decorate his ass, bleeding slightly, and Carlos looks distraught beyond belief. It’s hot, and he so badly wants to marvel at his boyfriend’s handiwork, but, instead, he rushes to reassure Carlos. “Hey, stop, it’s okay, just- first aid kit and take a breath, it’s okay, Carlos, babe, it’s okay! It’s okay.”
Carlos grabs the kit from the bathroom and rushes back. He dabs rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball and carefully cleans the injuries. “God, I’m so sorry, TK, I didn’t- I’m sorry.”
TK hisses at the sting, but stays still. “I know you didn’t, it was an accident, it’s okay. It felt good, I’m not upset. I’d have used my safeword if I wasn’t okay with it, you know that, right?” Carlos applies the bandages silently, and as soon as he’s done, TK sits up and cradles his face in his hands. “Hey. I’m a big boy, okay? And I’ve been into kinky shit for years. I know what I can handle, and I know you and I trust that you’ll always respect my limits. But you didn’t hit that, so you don’t need to freak out or spiral, alright?”
Carlos nods, but he’s still distraught enough that TK’s heart hurts. “Yeah. I know, I just- I’m sorry,” he repeats. TK kisses him firmly and brushes the tears from his cheeks.
After a long moment, Carlos calms down just enough that his tears stop, and he takes the now cool towel from where he’d set it on the sheets, and gently wipes the sticky, drying come from TK’s face and between his legs. Once he tosses it aside, TK pushes him onto his back and lays on top of him, thrilled to finally be able to snuggle against his bare skin.
“You know,” TK murmurs into his chest, “When you showed me that gun, I never thought you’d actually have the balls to use it on me.”
Carlos sighs, and TK revels in the feeling of his boyfriend’s warm chest rising and his heart beating loudly in his ear. “I didn’t think I would, either, when I bought it, but you were so excited, and then I just-”
His eyebrow creases as he pauses, and TK sharply bites his nipple to snap him from whatever worried trance he’s stuck in. “Hey,” he coos. “I told you already. Don’t worry. I’m fine.”
“I know, I know, but…” He buries his nose in TK’s hair and exhales again.
TK kisses him on the lips. “You can say whatever you want to. It’s okay.”
“Just, fuck, does that make me a bad person? To enjoy what I just did?” he asks. Tears streak down his cheeks again, and TK feels his heart break. “You got fucking shot, point-blank, then kidnapped and beat across the head with a pistol, and I fucking get off on, what, bludgeoning the shit out of you with one?”
TK takes his hands and squeezes tightly. “No, it doesn’t, Carlos. I told you I wanted that. And besides, this isn’t a ‘you did something’ sort of scenario. We did something, together, because I’m not a passive party in this. I asked to do this, and I participated. Enthusiastically.”
Carlos huffs. “That could just be some- some fucked up trauma response!”
“Or, counterpoint,” TK offers, “It could just be that you in uniform with your gun is the hottest thing on the planet, and that I’ve wanted this and begged you for it for ages, and you decided to surprise me with the kinkiest fantasy I have ever had, because you’re the most fantastic Dom in the entire world, hm?” He presses his forehead against Carlos’ and continues. “And maybe our sexual preferences lining up is a good thing?”
“I just- but still, it’s fucked up to want to do that to someone, isn’t it?” Carlos says, eyebrows creased in worry.
“You don’t get off on the idea of hitting a random someone with a gun, or fucking them with it, right?” Carlos nods, and TK raises an eyebrow. “So… In that case, this is just a thing you like doing with a particular someone, also known as me. A person who has specifically asked you to boss me around in bed with a gun.”
TK kisses him, as sweet as possible, and Carlos finally seems to relax. “… You know I don’t think you’re a slut, right?”
He can’t help but cackle at that. “Fucking- Carlos, baby, the shame spiral, cool it down.”
“I love you, and I don’t want you to think I don’t!” Carlos protests to his laughter.
“Compromise: I am a slut, but a slut who you love? Can we agree on that?”
Carlos tries to continue to voice his disagreement, but TK cuts him off.
“Babe, I gave a fake gun a blowjob. I’m pretty sure the ‘TK isn’t a slut’ ship has already sailed.”