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Forgive Me Sir
Buck was trying to maintain position, wordlessly repeating Eddie’s orders; on your knees, hands behind your head, back straight, eyes forward, don’t move. His nose twitched and he wondered if he would get in trouble for sneezing. Sweat dripped down his back, into the crack of his ass, and he almost giggled thinking about just how attractive that must be to Eddie, nearby somewhere, watching.
“Something funny, Buck?” Eddie asked in an ominous tone.
Buck knew there was only one answer to that question. “No sir!”
Biting his lip, Buck winced when he heard footsteps approaching. There was a deceptively soft touch on his back, right between his shoulder blades.
“Do you feel like you need a break?” Eddie asked.
“Yes please!” Buck responded, without thinking, ready to shake out his arms. A sharp slap on his ass confirmed his mistake.
“I asked you a question, I did not give you permission to move.” Eddie clarified for him.
“Sorry sir!” Dumb, Buck thought. He knew the rules. Once you’re in position, you do not get out without Sir's permission. “I would like a break, sir.”
“Not what I asked.” Eddie shot back. “Do you need a break Buck? Or can you hold your position?”
Buck frowned. This sucked. “No sir. I can hold it.” He could. It just sucked.
“Safeword?” Eddie asked.
“No need. Sir.” Buck didn’t want to safeword. He wanted to be punished, and for Eddie to forgive him.
Buck could practically hear Eddie thinking, judging his sincerity. Punishment hurt, they agreed to that, but Eddie would never push him past his limits. That was comforting.
“Hold it then, like I asked. No more nonsense.”
Buck wanted to huff at that. There hadn’t been any nonsense to speak of, but mentioning that would be suicide. At least for his ass.
Back to staring at the spot he had chosen on the wall, Buck thought about why he was there, on his knees, every muscle screaming; he had disobeyed orders and risked his life, yes, but he just didn’t get it. Firefighters risked their lives all the time. Eddie certainly did. Why was Buck the only one that got picked on? Buck knew what he was capable of. He should get to decide what risks he took.
“Eddie?” He ventured.
“Safeword?” Came the immediate response.
“No,” Buck said, frustrated.
“Who am I?”
“What? Eddie, I just want to-" Buck was cut off by another resounding crack to his bottom, that made him squeak.
“Ow!”
“I am sir to you when you are your knees, Buck. I am sir until I say I’m not anymore. Unless, and only if, you safeword. Understand?”
Buck sniffed, but he did understand. “Yes sir!” He straightened, knees aching, begging him to quit. He wouldn’t though. Buck needed to please sir.
“Think Buck. We will be talking soon.”
Buck groaned internally. That didn’t sound good. He was supposed to be thinking about how he had upset Eddie; how he almost died; how everyone was left standing outside, with nothing to do but pray the sprinklers came online in time.
Eddie said Buck stuck him in a terrible position. He said Buck needed to quit putting himself last, or Eddie just couldn’t take it anymore. Listen and follow orders! He had pounded his fist on the table with that last word, before ordering Buck to the bedroom to strip, kneel, and wait for him.
Buck had scurried away quick, but it was unfair! What would have happened to the that factory worker, left in the flames, terrified and alone? What Buck did he did for good reason! He did it because it was his job. Buck saved a life and he should not be punished for that!
“Permission to speak, sir.” Buck said, deciding to plead his case. He didn’t move even an inch, except his mouth. He didn’t dare, knowing Eddie wasn’t far.
“Safeword?” Eddie asked again, in a kind voice, that invited Buck to tell him he needed an out. Buck’s brow wrinkled in irritation.
“I don’t need to safeword. I need to say something.” Buck told him.
He heard Eddie stand up and come to stand right behind him.
“Let me guess, you want to tell me that you don’t deserve to be here?” Eddie asked. Buck knew better than to answer.
“That Bobby wasn’t mad at you because what you did was just so ‘Buck', and so I shouldn’t be either?” Buck cringed, because he had wanted to mention that.
“That you disobeyed an order, but you saved a life, so it was totally worth it?” Eddie finished, challenging Buck to defend his actions.
Buck would have ducked his head but he thought he best hold his position, since Eddie was distinctly unimpressed. There were a few uncomfortable moments of silence, then Eddie spoke.
“Safeword and you can speak. Otherwise, hold your position.”
Buck bit his lip hard, containing his frustration, before barking.
“No safeword, sir.”
Buck swore he could hear his joints shrieking, and he was sure his knees were bruising. His arms were numb and he was vibrating with the effort of keeping them up. He wanted to ask why make him do this if it meant he couldn’t focus on anything except keeping still, but it was pointless. Protests would fall on deaf ears, or worse.
“Back straight Buck.” Eddie's voice was cool.
Buck was straight but he straightened even more to please his power mad sir. His eyes darted to the clock on the bedside table to see how long exactly he'd been on his knees, because it felt like forever.
“Eyes front Buck.”
Buck held back a snarl and brought his chin up a notch to show Eddie he was still staring at the same stupid spot on the wall.
“Arms up!” Eddie growled.
Buck stiffened, jerking his elbows up. He flexed his fingers where they were laced together on the back of his head. He knew TK said this was a rush, and the release after was beyond anything Buck could imagine, but Buck was beginning to wonder. TK promised it was the most liberating thing to be dominated this way, punished and forgiven. Buck had been sold, dying to commit to Eddie’s list of rules, but now he felt naïve.
“No fidgeting Buck.”
Lost as he had been his thoughts, Eddie’s voice caught him off guard.
“I’m not fidgeting, Eddie!” Buck shouted the denial, then his eyes and mouth snapped shut at the exact same time. He winced. Dumb, dumb, dumb! He would have kicked himself if he was allowed to move. He heard Eddie come back, towering over him, and an icy shiver ran down his spine.
“Who am I?” Eddie’s asked, tone undecipherable.
“Sir!” Buck squeaked. “Sorry sir!”
Eddie hummed, a low, sexy sound, that made Buck's cock harden to half mast in an instant. Buck whimpered sweating even though half of him was cold, goosebumps rising on his arms. The other half was warm thanks to the heat radiating from his loins, further engorging his traitorous dick.
“That’s right. I’d like you to promise me you won’t forget again.”
That seemed too easy.
“Of course sir. I’ll do better sir. Sorry sir.” Buck apologized again, horrified when he couldn’t contain a giggle. He must have lost his mind staring at the wall too long.
“Are you finding this punishment amusing Buckley?” Eddie snapped.
Buck bit his lip, willing himself to stop laughing. His erection unfortunately waned.
“S-sor-sorry!” Buck snorted, trying to get a handle on himself. “Sir! Sorry sir!”
Buck should have paid attention, and he would have noticed Eddie stepping away, rifling in a drawer, then stepping back. Then he could have prepared himself for the crack across his ass that effectively ended his laughing fit.
“Owwww!” Buck howled, throwing a hand back to rub his poor butt cheek. “What the hell Eddie? What did you hit me with?”
Eddie crossed his arms, looking down at Buck who was still on his knees, albeit out of position. He was not breaking character, but Buck thought there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“I did not hit you, Buck. I spanked you. With my hairbrush. It’s what you agreed to.”
Buck pouted, cheeks flushing, not keen on being reminded of the agreement at the moment. “Why do you even need a hairbrush? Your hair is short. Geez.” Buck’s puppy dog eyes watered, but Eddie was clearly done with his crap.
“That’s it. We are going to try something new.” Eddie's mouth was set in a thin line.
Considering how dangerously calm Eddie seemed, Buck suddenly didn’t want to try anything new, ever. But Eddie wasn’t going to be disobeyed.
“I’m going to help you succeed.” Eddie declared ominously, and Buck almost groaned. ‘Help' would be painful, but he didn’t want to safeword. He wanted to pay the price to be forgiven, he reminded himself, then realized Eddie was speaking again.
“You will get back in position and I expect perfection. If you fidget, slouch, or break position in any way, I will correct you. Address me as anything other than sir, I will correct you. This is a punishment. I want you to think about who gets hurt when you make rash decisions. I want you to think about what your life is worth to the people who love you. I want you to think about the reasons following orders is imperative. 20 minutes Buck, with no mistakes. Am I understood?”
Buck squared his shoulders, ready to rise to Sir's expectations.
“Understood sir.” Buck said.
Eddie gave a curt nod. “Alright eyes on the wall, arms up, hands on the back of your head, back straight, kneeling like a good boy. That’s it.”
It was minor praise but Buck thought it was only a taste of what he would get, if he could make sir happy.
“Twenty minutes, Buck. Then we talk.”
Buck took a deep breath, getting back up on his sore knees, and into the all too familiar position. He could do this. Then Sir would hold him, comfort him, make him feel completely whole again.
Buck lasted half that time before Eddie was on his case again
“Don't slouch.”
Buck didn’t have time to process before that stupid brush came down on his ass again. He yelped, but he didn’t move, even though the sting made his eyes water again. And his cock rock hard again.
Stretching, Buck drew himself up, certain his back was ramrod straight. Buck knew he needed to think about why they were doing this. Eddie would was going to ask...but his thighs quivered from the effort of staying on his knees, and he just felt sorry for himself. Twenty minutes was a lifetime naked, on your knees, with a madman threatening you with a hairbrush.
Still, TK had alluded to sex that was beyond his wildest fantasies if he stuck it out and pleased his Sir. Buck had to keep that in mind.
Another resounding smack shook Buck from his thoughts. He could not stop that yelp that escaped. Fuck that hurt! Buck squinted against the tears stinging the back of his eyes.
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself!” Eddie ordered, apparently a mind reader. “If you want to feel sorry for someone, think about a day in the future when you throw yourself in too deep and don’t come home. Think about me explaining it to Chris. Think about me, alone in this bed, wishing you had made a different choice."
Suddenly Buck's stinging bottom wasn’t the problem, his guilt was. Buck slumped under the weight, chest heaving as he held back a sob. Eddie wasn’t going to forgive him. It was too much. But instead of another swat gentle hands guided Buck up to his feet. He moaned, joints protesting, but he deserved it. Buck kept his eyes on the floor. He didn’t know what to expect when Eddie sat down on the bed, but it wasn’t being swept off his feet, and landing over Eddie’s knee with a thud. Buck gasped and squirmed, but Eddie was strong, and Buck was held in place with an iron grip on his waist. His erection pressed against Eddie’s thigh uncomfortably, leaving Buck overwhelmed by physical sensation, on top of his emotional distress.
“Eddie!” He protested. That got him a firm spank to the middle of his bottom. Buck yelped, but he expected the next hard whack for forgetting Eddie was Sir right now.
“Sorry sir! Don’t be mad.” He wailed, frustrated with himself.
He was surprised when Eddie ran a hand lightly over his butt and thighs, rubbing at the sting.
“I’m not mad, Buck.” Eddie sighed. “But I am going to teach you a lesson.”
Buck’s torso was resting on the bed, so he buried his face in the quilt, until a tap on his back made him look up.
“Ah, ah,” Eddie scolded. “I need your attention. No hiding.”
Buck reminded himself that he was tough, he had been injured countless times, both as an adult and an adventurous youth. He should be able to endure a spanking stoically, but the stupid brush bit into his flesh with a vengeance. He was probably bleeding, flesh flayed from muscles, cut to the bone. He grunted and wiggled, but Eddie never missed his mark, alternating cheeks for awhile, then switching to bringing the brush down right in the same spot; one hard spank after another, in layers of white-hot pain.
“Ow! Please sir!” Buck cried out, throwing a hand back to cover his throbbing butt. Just a moments relief. That’s all. “Please!”
“Please what?” Came Eddie’s sharp reply.
“Please…I don’t know,” Buck wailed. They couldn’t stop if he wanted forgiveness; to be held, coddled, petted and loved like Eddie was prone to doing when he was pleased with Buck. Buck could safeword, no doubt, and Eddie would still love him, but Buck wouldn’t be proud of himself. He wouldn’t be free of guilt and regret.
So, Buck took his hand away, bawling like a baby. He tried to relax, show Eddie he was accepting the punishment, but it was hard with Eddie’s rock-hard thigh digging into his gut, and his dick taking such a lively interest in his ass getting beat.
“Let’s try something.” Eddie lectured, resting both arms across Buck's back. “I want you to answer some questions. I think you might be lacking a basic understanding of the relationship between action and consequence.”
Buck huffed petulantly at that, dragging the back of his hand across his eyes.
“During a scene, you break form,” Eddie started conversationally, “what happens?”
“You smack my ass.” Buck volunteered readily enough. Quick answers pleased sir, but he was wary of where this was headed.
“Breaking form is an action, the smack is a consequence. Right?” Eddie prompted.
“Y-yes sir.” Buck’s throat tightened, certain now, that he didn’t like where this was headed.
“An action is deliberate. A choice. Do you understand?” Eddie pressed.
Obviously. “Yes sir.” He responded appropriately.
“Are you sure?” Eddie asked, “Because disobeying the order to evacuate the factory was a deliberate action on your part...” Eddie paused, “yet you told me you had no choice.”
Buck felt Eddie move and sucked in a breath. The brush came to rest across his sore bottom cheeks.
“I-I-but-" Buck stammered, trying to find an answer the belied the bare truth. The brush lifted and smacked down with an echo. Buck twisted over Eddie’s knee, groaning.
“What you really meant is that you thought you could do what you want and bear the consequence.” Eddie explained. “If there was one at all because you often get away with the crap you pull.”
Buck sniffed. “Ye-yeah.”
The brush came down again with an echoing thud.
“Fine, but we don’t always get a clear picture of the consequence, do we?”
Buck adamantly shook his head. It seemed like the right response.
“One day, the consequence will be too much, Buck.” Eddie warned, and another smack came down, hard enough to brand his ass permanently.
“Since you can’t seem to foresee that day and check yourself, I’m going to do it for you.” Eddie said with distinct disappointment. “Again, and again until you learn your lesson, and place some value on your own life! You get it Buck?”
“Yes sir! I’ve learned sir!” Buck pleaded.
“Oh, not yet.” Eddie warned. “That’s what this next part is for.”
Next part…Buck threw back his head and howled. Eddie gave his shoulder a squeeze, then tightened his grip on his waist, reaching all the way around to tug at Buck's cock. A thrill shot through him from head to toe, rendering him weak in Eddie’s hold.
“I’m going to ask a question, you’ll answer. If I don’t like your answer, I spank, and you thank me for it. Understood?”
Buck understood, but he sure didn’t like it. There was only one answer he could give though.
“Yes sir!”
Buck could feel Eddie’s succinct nod. “Let’s start.”
Trying to prepare himself Buck shut his eyes willing his tears to stop. He was no cry baby. He could take this and make Sir smile at him again.
“Why do we obey a superior’s orders?” Eddie asked.
Buck considered. “Because they are in charge, they run the scene, and they know more than I do.” Yes! Eddie would like that.
No smack.
“So why didn’t you obey at the factory?”
Damn it. Buck searched for an answer that would appease, but he had nothing. The smack that came made him squint.
“Thank you, sir!” He managed to call out.
“Who gets hurt when an order is ignored by a subordinate who thinks he knows best?” Eddie asked grimly.
Shit. Buck’s stomach dropped. “Anyone on the scene could get hurt. Or killed. Sir!”
The answer was good, but the spank that came was the hardest yet.
“Who else?” Eddie demanded before a baffled Buck could muster his thanks.
Buck knew. He knew and didn’t want to say it. It made it too real. It tore him in two.
“The people I love.” He whispered. “You, Chris, Maddie…Bobby, the team.”
Another smack came with resounding force.
“Thank you sir!” Buck choked.
“I know that you want to save lives,” Eddie acknowledged. “But you cannot put yours last. I won’t let you.”
Buck's breath caught in his throat. He had trouble forming words and was glad Eddie hadn’t asked a question.
“You know Buck, it’s not as hard as you make it. You are a subordinate. You follow orders. That’s how you save lives and stay alive yourself. Do you get it?”
Eddie made it sound easy.
“Yes sir.” Buck said hoarsely, his throat raw. He felt entirely exposed, like he'd been turned inside out. But at least he knew he could trust Eddie to put him back together.
“Don’t leave me standing outside a burning building wondering if you're coming out alive. Not ever again. Hear me?”
Buck kicked his legs. Everything was too much. He didn’t want to think about what could have happened anymore.
“Yes sir!” He ground out.
Eddie was quiet for a minute, taking a long, deep breath. He rubbed up and down Buck’s back in a way that was comforting but commanding. Buck knew he wasn’t allowed to move yet.
“Almost done.” Eddie soothed, touching Bucks burning ass.
“Ten more. I want you to count. If you miss, we start over.”
Eddie didn’t wait for an answer, and they did start over twice. Buck was wrung out, it hurt so much, and he wilted with relief when he finally called out.
“Ten sir!” Collapsing and burying his face in the quilt, crying unabashedly.
Buck heard Eddie set the brush aside, and Buck swore he was taking that thing to the next building fire with him and leaving it inside. Lost in himself as he was, Buck nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Eddie’s fingers, nudging his cheeks apart.
His erection had never completely gone away, but now it jerked back to life. Buck was jostled by Eddie reaching for something, probably lube, and rewarded when wet fingers touched his hole, swirling, teasing, and reigniting the fire in his belly. He spread his legs to give Eddie easier access.
“You’re my needy boy now, huh?” Eddie crooned, snaking a hand between legs to play with his balls. Rolling them in his hand, while he continued to play with Buck’s hole. He praised.
“You were a good boy. You are good. So good.”
Buck felt bad. “No, I wasn’t. You had to start over.”
“Hmmm.” Eddie didn’t seem concerned. “I did, but we managed in the end. I’m proud of you Buck.”
Oh, that Buck liked! His breath quickened in time with Eddie’s slow stroking of his cock. Under him he could feel Eddie hardening too, loving the sight of Buck open, on display. Buck wiggled, begging for Eddie to stretch him out, and fill him up.
“Oh, I see,” Eddie chuckled. “You always want more don’t you Buck?”
It wasn’t said unkindly, and it was accompanied by two of Eddie’s fingers inserted in his asshole, pushing in slowly, lovingly, letting Buck open for him, and pull him in. Eddie pumped in and out, brushing Buck’s prostate maddeningly until he cried out in a good way.
“Please sir,” Buck rasped, desperate for Eddie to turn him over, but Buck lost all contact, his penis abandoned, so Eddie could shift him off his lap, onto the bed. Buck rolled over, sore bum scraping the bedspread, to watch Eddie strip off his clothes. Shirt first, abs rippling; pants next, unbuttoned and rolled down over muscular legs before he stepped out. He met Buck's eyes before tugging the waistband of his underwear away from his glorious length, letting it spring free, every bit as hard and ready as Buck's own.
Eddie didn’t make Buck wait, strong arms adjusting him on the bed before stretching out on top, edging between Buck's legs. He hovered above him, their faces inches apart, kissing Buck's forehead with so much love and tenderness that Buck let out another sob. Drawing his legs up, he silently begged Eddie to enter him, own him, bring him to a place they could only get to together.
Eddie obliged, easing in, kissing up and down Buck’s neck and shoulders, nibbling, tasting, appreciating. Buck clung to his neck, moaning wantonly, relishing the stretch and burn. Eddie rocked inside him, slowly at first, then faster the wider Buck opened, welcoming him further. Their kisses became more heated, lips bruising from enthusiasm, and Buck panted, trying to hold back, even as the friction from Eddie’s thrusts pushed him ever closer to the edge.
“Oh, Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” Buck whined, grinding his hips to force Eddie deeper.
“Yes, you should. You earned it, babe. Cum with me?” He whispered, pressing their foreheads together, locking gazes, speeding up, and urging them to their finale. Buck clawed at Eddie’s back, breathing hard, heart pounding. It was all Eddie now pummeling him to completion, while Buck stared into his eyes, thanking God for the most complete and passionate connection he had ever had with another person.
Eddie swelled inside him, coming hard, riding out his orgasm, and milking Buck's with a firm hold on his dick. After, they fell in a heap, a mess of tangled limbs, and sloppy kisses, content to let the fire between them rage on.
Buck was spent, curled around Eddie like a serpent, lightly rubbing his fingers up and down his sternum. They were both still slick with sweat and cum because neither one wanted to move, but Buck had a question.
“What the hell with the hairbrush Eddie? You could have warned me.”
Eddie chose to be obtuse. “Actions have consequences Buck. You weren’t supposed to like it.” He pointed out being absurdly reasonable.
“Well, it hurt, and I’m pretty sure you left welts.” Buck complained, craning his neck to look.
“Not even!” Eddie reached over to give Buck a slap on one cheek. Buck objected loudly.
“Don’t Eddie!” He grouched, settling back down, resolved to the lack of sympathy he got.
Eddie gave him a placating kiss on the head. “You earned this one. It’s not like you borrowed my hoodie and spilled ketchup on it. You almost made me lose you.”
Buck had the good sense to keep quiet, snuggling into Eddie’s side. He did nudge the brush off the bed with his toe though.
“This was a good idea your friend TK had. You’re so quiet now, I might actually get some sleep.” Eddie joked, running his fingers lightly over Buck’s ribs.
“Jerk,” Buck huffed. He let himself drift, listening to the steady beat of Eddie’s heart, feeling comfortable and safe, next to the man he had fallen so in love with.
“Remember those guys, Thomas and Mitchell?” Buck asked, right when Eddie was sure he had fallen asleep. “Mitchell got crushed, and Thomas died right there in front of us…because he couldn’t live without him?”
Eddie did remember. “Technically he died from strain on his heart…but yes, I remember. Why?”
Buck wrapped his arm tighter around Eddie. “I want it to be like that for us. All that history, more years together than apart. We'll have our own Westbrook Ave. I don’t want to die early and leave you. And I don’t want you to leave me. I’m gonna do better. I swear.”
Eddie ran a hand softly over Buck’s hair, smiling fondly. “I love that plan, Buck. I really do.” He said, lying back and closing his eyes, the luckiest man alive.
“Just don’t run over me with the car.” He added before letting himself drift off.