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Call Me Sir
Sweat was beading on TK's forehead and his lip twitched as his concentration slipped.
“You’re moving. Don’t move.” Carlos voice boomed from somewhere behind him. TK wasn’t sure where exactly because he wasn’t allowed to look.
“Sorry.” TK responded automatically.
“Sorry who?” Carlos snapped.
“Sorry sir!” TK squeaked, wincing at the mistake.
“Last warning.” Carlos growled.
TK chewed at the inside of his cheek, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. He didn’t dare shift, but he was dying to. His back ached and his knees were screaming. Every minute felt like an hour, waiting when you don't know what you were waiting for. He had been given no timeline. Only barked instructions to strip, get on his knees, back straight, hands on his head, eyes forward.
He lasted a handful of agonizing minutes more before his hand flew down to swipe at his face. TK winced, jerking it back up, but the mistake was made. His shoulder was gripped tight, and an iron hand slapped down on his bare ass, the cracking sound echoing around the bedroom.
“Hands down.” Came the order, and TK's arms dropped of their volition. He blinked rapidly to clear sweat and tears of shock from his eyes.
He felt Carlos grip his wrists, but he didn’t expect the touch of cold steel. Soon his wrists were cuffed at the small of his back and TK sniffed.
“Thank me.” Carlos directed, his voice cool, emotionless. “For helping you keep still.”
“Thank you, sir.” TK obliged immediately, coughing through the tightness in his throat.
His arm muscles screamed from the effort of keeping them up, so having them secured did help. But it was a bit humiliating. He wasn’t able to please sir.
“Back straight. No slouching!” Carlos' sharp correction cut into his thoughts. “You need to be good for me. This isn’t good.”
TK shot up, shoulders back, chin up. Equal parts humbled, and turned on, his dick throbbed to attention. He could do this. Focus forward, stay at attention, please sir and get off his knees. That was the objective.
“There’s one handprint on your ass,” Carlos called out, deceptively calm. TK wasn’t foolish enough to be fooled. “Would you like another?”
TK shook his head emphatically as he dared. That had fucking hurt.
“No sir!” He practically shouted.
There was no reply, and so TK was left to guess what Carlos was thinking. He was going to impress him. He was…but then his knees hurt so he shifted. His nose itched, so he wrinkled it. His shoulders stiffened so he rolled them…just a little.
Time crawled and TK was sure he had been in position forever. His erection was waning. TK released a sigh before he could stop himself, and he knew he was in for it. He whimpered when his ear was pinched and cried out at the second hard spank to his ass.
“Tighten up!” Carlos admonished. “Where’s the respect? That’s what I want.”
“Sorry!” TK choked out, hurting and frustrated with himself.
“Sorry, sir!” Carlos snapped. “Get it right. You’re in that position for a reason. Tell me why.” He commanded not giving an inch.
“Um-I-“ TK stuttered, put on the spot and scrambling to think. He wished his hands were free because he wanted to wipe at his tears. He was straining to stay upright, his knees hurt so bad.
“Do you not know? Are you being punished for nothing? Is that what's happening here?” Carlos barked, unmoved by TK's distress. TK might be struggling but his cock was taking new interest, springing up in front of him, swollen and leaking.
“No sir!” He begged, inhaling sharply. “I didn’t do my chores. I left a mess for you. It was rude…uh, shoot, inconsiderate. I want to be better. For you. Better for you, sir.” TK managed to spit out with a gasp.
There was silence and it was deafening. Without being told TK pulled himself back into position, keeping strain off the handcuffs, holding himself nicely upright, posture perfect, refusing to let the pain interfere with his resolve. He could do this. He took a deep breath, encouraging himself to stay strong.
His stomach churned, and he let the sweat pour off his brow, never allowing his eyes to drift from the spot he chose on the wall across the room. The bed in front of him looked so inviting, with its soft duvet and mountains of pillows. His knees, legs, wrists, and eyes stung. What didn’t sting, burned, or ached. He was screaming inside his head, but instead of feeling sorry for himself he thought of Carlos; Carlos valued neatness and order and TK had messed with that carelessly.
TK didn’t mind dishes piling up, crumbs on the rugs, or food left sitting out. It didn’t occur to him to clean unless he was reminded, and even then he dragged his feet. Both he and Carlos worked hard outside their home, but TK's lackadaisical attitude left Carlos with all the work at home too. They had discussed it, made a plan to ensure TK pulled his weight, and TK had still failed to do his part. He was ashamed and he let a whimper escape his lips.
“Don’t you dare.” Carlos warned, but it was softer. “Do not feel sorry for yourself. Think about how you’ll fix it.”
TK gave a brisk nod, not daring to sniffle. Do the dishes, put away the food, sweep the floors…Carlos cooked, shopped, took care of the bills. Took care of him. He would do his part. He swore it to himself.
“Please sir,” he breathed, barely a whisper. “Let me make you feel good.”
TK wouldn’t break position but he was dying to turn around. He needed to be forgiven.
“Safe word?” Carlos asked kindly, indulgently. More than TK deserved. TK shook his head.
“Verbal answer please?” Carlos chided.
“No, sir.”
“Then I expect you to stay put. 5 minutes.” Carlos told him.
TK didn’t let his shoulders slump. He wouldn’t beg, because he deserved to be here. He earned it. He could do 5 minutes. For Carlos, sir, he would do anything. He let his eyes close, just for a moment, and there was a touch on the back of his head.
“You will make it up to me, TK.” Carlos said stepping in front of him, completely nude himself, half hard, and glorious. TK moaned.
Hands still cuffed TK couldn’t touch and it was enough to drive him wild. It certainly ignited a flame, his whole body awakened, teeming with energy again.
“If I let you suck my dick, TK,” Carlos looked down on him holding up a finger to caution him, “you will need to stay in position. Can you do that?”
TK responded with an eager nod. Carlos’ dick was inches from his face, and he licked his lips. He would like to wrap his hands around Carlos' hard thighs, digging in tight to mark the man he loved, at the same time he swallowed the entire length of him, licking, sucking, tasting.
“Sir, my hands?” He asked, forgetting himself and tugging at the cuffs chaffing his wrists. Carlos' face hardened.
“Stay in position, TK.” He bit out, “Was I not clear?”
TK's eyes widened and he bit his lip, cursing internally. “No, sir. Sorry sir. I wasn’t thinking sir.”
There was a pause while Carlos stared down his nose at him, disapproving and considering at the same time. He didn’t dare squirm, or even blink. He wouldn’t let his eyes travel down from Carlos' face, over his taut pecs, flawless abs, down to his impressive length; he could recall every wicked detail anyway, and it stirred the warmth in his belly to an inferno.
Carlos must have seen something he liked, or found some pity in his heart, because he relaxed his stance, just slightly. Reaching behind him snatched up a small, square, cushion and steadied TK with a hand on his shoulder.
“Lift,” he told him, and when TK obliged, the cushion was stuffed under his bruising knees. The relief was amazing, and it almost made TK slump in appreciation, but he caught himself. No way he was breaking form again.
“Here's what we are going to do.” Carlos began to lecture again. “I’m going to let you suck my dick, you are going to make it the best blow job you've ever given. If I’m pleased,” Carlos used one finger to stroke the underside of TK's chin, “you get to cum too.” TK shuddered, goosebumps rising on his forearms. Carlos’ face clouded and he pulled himself up to tower over TK where he crouched. “If I’m not pleased, I put you over my knee, spank your ass, and we start all over again. Understood?”
Physically and emotionally exhausted, the very thought of remaining in his submissive pose a second longer crushed him…on the other hand TK’s engorged cock was thrilled by Carlos' imposing countenance, begging to be touched, tugged, fondled.
“Understood sir!” TK squeaked out, determined prove himself. To make amends with sir and win his way back into his good graces. He was grateful for the opportunity. “I won’t disappoint you, sir.”
“You better not.” Carlos admonished, stepping closer, close enough for TK to note the tangy scent of pre cum, mixed with sweat, and something woodsy that was simply Carlos. It was titillating, and TK licked his lips, opening his mouth in anticipation.
Carlos tangled his fingers in TK's mussed hair, yanking his head back painfully, to stare down into his bright green eyes, that shone with lust and longing. Carlos' own deep brown gaze was darker, more intense, but TK was able to read his every desire there. TK didn't breathe or move. He was being tested, and while on the surface he wanted to avoid a spanking…deeper down he knew his loyalty, his commitment, his integrity was on trial.
They stared at each other, frozen in the intimate moment, gauging trust, negotiating without words. Carlos used his free hand to brush TK's cheek, and TK leaned into the touch. He wasn’t ready for Carlos to draw back, and then slap him with enough force to sting. TK’s eyes watered but he contained a surprised yelp, averting his eyes to Carlos’ chin submissively. A finger was pointed directly in his face and the warning was clear.
“Do a good job, or that’s just a taste of what you’ll get.”
TK was glad his head was shoved immediately toward Carlos' groin, and then his hold was gone, and TK was in control of his performance. He wasted no time.
Jaw dropped, mouth wide, TK swallowed Carlos' length, no small feat, with practiced ease. He controlled his gag reflex professionally and swirled his tongue to catch every drop of sweet and salty pre cum. Carlos groaned, tightening his muscles, spurring TK on, where he already strained at his cuffs. God, how he wanted to cup Carlos' balls, feel their weight, grip the base of his cock and squeeze, as Carlos thrust hard into the back of his throat…he moaned in tandem with his partner, his sir, inhaling the scents, and relishing in the sounds of his pleasure. TK pulled back enough to lick Carlos’ slit, and work his way back down his shaft, agonizingly slow, battling his own arousal, at feeling Carlos' in his mouth, as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard enough to make Carlos cry out at last.
From there the experience was primal, the sounds they made raw, filled with passion and pain. Carlos' head dropped back, and TK was there right alongside him, riding the climactic wave, swallowing every drop of cum greedily, continuing to suck, drawing every ounce of euphoria from the orgasm.
It took a while to move. To awaken from the spell, normalize their breathing, and for TK to remember his role. He drew himself up, mouth wet with spit and the remnants of cum, unabashed, awaiting orders. He masked his face, watching Carlos recover his senses, and he was ready when Carlos turned his animalistic stare on him.
Slowly, Carlos circled him, tweaking his position, nudging his knees apart, tilting his chin up, prodding his shoulders back. TK was tired, nearing the end of his endurance, even if his arousal was revitalizing. His knees hurt less resting on the cushion, but they were still under pressure. His wrists chafed, his head swam, his back protested, and he wanted to ask, ‘what now?’ but he knew better. He persevered, by sheer will, owning his discomfort, accepting Carlos’ right to inflict it.
His heart quickened when Carlos finally, finally, hunkered down at his side.
“What do you think, TK?” He drawled, purposely obtuse. “Do you deserve to cum?”
TK knew what he wanted to say, but that wouldn’t get him what he wanted. It wouldn’t please Sir.
“No sir.” TK answered honestly, eyes on the wall, trying not to appear hopeful.
“That’s right. You were so good just now, though,” Carlos complimented, reaching to brush the hair from TK's sweat-soaked brow, “I think I’d like to play some more. How’s that sound to you?”
“What’s good for you, is good for me. Sir.” TK responded with no hesitation. Carlos nodded his approval.
“Perfect answer. On your feet.”
TK suppressed a groan, but the grimace was harder to conceal. He knew this was part of the punishment. He was meant to feel it, let the discomfort humble him, so there was no point in complaining.
Carlos made no move to unlatch the handcuffs, TK hadn't earned that, but he was relatively tender guiding TK to bend over the bed in front of him, belly down, hands awkward behind him. The position left him vulnerable to Carlos' ministrations, and sandwiched his erection underneath him, both factors intentional. TK wriggled, and stupidly didn't expect the searing swat that caught the top of his thigh.
“Don’t move.” Another swat landed, and TK grunted at the impact. “You are exactly where I put you, and that’s,” the hard hand came down a third time, landing square in the middle of his bottom, right over his quivering hole, “where I expect you to stay.” The last smack was harder, directly over the last, and TK had to chomp down on his lower lip to keep from wailing. It didn’t stop tears leaking from his eyes though, as Carlos sorely tested his limits.
Carlos made no apology, not in words, but his punishing hand rubbed some of the sting from TK's reddened cheeks, and TK appreciated the gesture.
“Arch your back and spread your legs.” Carlos directed, and TK obeyed, though he was far from comfortable. “Yes, just like that.” The praise was minor, but it soothed TK like a tonic.
There was shuffling, a drawer opening, and he knew Carlos was looking for lube. TK was apprehensive, but excited too. His erect cock seemed to grow ever harder, and when he felt Carlos spread his cheeks, fingers ghosting over his entrance, TK's breath caught in his throat. He was open, willing, waiting to be filled.
One finger probed and TK pressed his face into the bedding, muffling a strangled cry. He dared to push back into the touch, and Carlos tutted, tapping his hip, but still he added another finger with a glorious twist, pushing past the ring of muscle, to brush against his sensitive prostate. TK couldn’t hold back his desperate wail. Carlos didn’t reproach TK, but continued to finger fuck him, adding a third finger, edging him closer and closer to climax.
TK rutted shamelessly into the bed, trying for enough friction to push himself over the edge, wantonly grunting, moaning, screaming, until Carlos stopped short, removing his fingers with no warning. TK thought he would die, right there on the bed, caught between ultimate pleasure and the worst kind of pain.
“Do not cum, TK.” Carlos cautioned firmly, gripping TK by the hips, fingers digging in, bruising. He continued to hold TK in place, pressing his dick to TK's barely prepared asshole, easing inside slowly enough to be torture, rather than kindness. TK panted at the stretch, and the overwhelming desire to let go, and spew his load all over the bed. He scrunched his eyes closed, clawing at the sheets, whimpering, crying, gasping, all coherent thought leaving him as Carlos slammed into him with the first, real thrust.
It was power, submission, agony and ecstasy, all rolled into each and every push, and TK was helpless to resist.
“Please, sir.” He moaned when he found his voice, only to be pummeled harder by his master’s onslaught.
“Hold it,” Carlos warned, breathless from the rigorous, ruthless way he pounded into his partner. “I mean it! Hold it.”
TK was forced closer to the edge, to giving up and falling over the cliff. He saw stars exploding against the black of night, heard his own voice far away, pleading, and tasted the coppery tang of blood as he bit his own tongue, just trying to survive the moment. He couldn’t describe the joy, because it was covered in hurt, but then there was the cure.
“Cum TK. Now, with me.”
And he did. Harder, longer, more intensely than ever before, his cock deflating at the exact same time he was filled with Carlos’ warm seed, and he swore his heart would burst before he could catch his breath.
“Seriously Carlos,” TK griped from the cradle of his lover’s arms, “I think you bruised my ass!” TK snaked a tentative hand down to give an experimental rub.
Carlos chuckled, but there was an edge to it. “Your idea,” he reminded, booping TK on the nose. “Remember? ‘Let's not fight anymore, let’s do something about it.’” He quoted.
“Hmnph,” TK pouted, stretching his legs, then jerking his toes back from a wet patch. “We need to change the sheets.”
“That’s all you,” Carlos muttered around a yawn. “I did your chores already. Besides,” he tipped TK's chin to look down into his glazed eyes, “I don’t mind having you all over me.” He covered TK's mouth with his own, invading with his tongue, kissing to prove his point.
“Mmmhmm…that’s sweet…and gross.” TK said, pulling away after a blissful moment. His brow furrowed thoughtfully. “You’re not still mad right? That was part of the deal.”
“It was,” Carlos acquiesced, “but I think you got off easy.”
TK sat straight up, outraged. “Easy?” He sputtered.
Carlos smirked up at him, unfurling like a cat, then curling back into the pillow. “Easy. I even let you come.”
“You spanked me!” TK accused.
“I should have spanked you more,” Carlos corrected, pulling TK back down next to him. They lay there listening to each other breathe.
“It was ok though?” Carlos asked after a time. “You didn’t use your safe word.”
TK sighed deeply, content to have his cheek pressed against Carlos’ chest. “It was fucking awesome. You were…bad ass. I just wanted a little sympathy. For my ass.”
Carlos tightened his grip and tickled TK's ribs until he giggled and squealed, begging for mercy.
“Would you want to do it again?” Carlos asked when they had settled again. TK smiled broadly.
“Hell yes! I have never cum that hard before.”
Carlos kissed the top of TK's head appreciatively. Then he thought of something. “That is not an invitation to be a slob, TK.”
TK gave him an innocent, wide eyed stare. “Why, of course not. Sir.”
Carlos frowned at his crafty boyfriend. “I expect you to do your part keeping this place clean. You know that, right? We can still revisit that spanking.”
“No!” TK objected, one hand flying to cover his butt. “I get it. Yeesh. Isn’t the scene over?”
Carlos turned over playfully, pinning TK underneath him, kissing his, shoulders, neck, and face. “I don’t know. No one safe worded.” He raised his eyebrows, “What do you say? Want some incentive to stay my good boy?”
TK shook his head, adamantly opposed to that idea. For now anyway. “Tapioca!” He burst out, and Carlos grinned, touching their foreheads together.
“Filibuster,” Carlos countered, so in love with TK he didn’t think there were words to express it.
“I have to go to work.” Carlos told TK mournfully, rolling back to his side to reach for his phone. “I’m on nights.”
“Ok,” TK agreed reluctantly, moving into Carlos warm spot after he pulled himself up to head for the shower. He curled into the mound of pillows, satiated, but remembering something. “Um…” he called out, just as Carlos flicked on the bathroom light, “I didn’t clean the bathroom either, so I guess I’ll be on my knees for you later!” TK hugged a pillow to his chest, reliving the evening in his head. “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later," he whispered to himself.