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It had started casually enough.
Frank had taken to calling Mikey 'Mommy'. It seemed to mostly be a joke, but Mikey didn't think he was much a fan of it. For example, if Mikey was in their kitchen Frank would wander in and come up behind him and ask, 'What's for dinner, Mommy?' and then Mikey would chase him out. Or when they were watching a movie together and when Mikey would pass the popcorn (or whatever snack they had decided on) to Frank and he'd reply with 'Thank you, Mommy' and Mikey would swat at him, displeased.
Then one night, in the middle of Frank pounding into him, it came out in a breathless whimper. It snapped Mikey out of his pleasant daze and he pushed Frank, who had been mouthing at his neck, away.
"Frank, what?"
Frank only groaned against his hand and settled with leaning into it instead.
"Frank, seriously." He said with more bite.
Frank groaned again but opened his eyes this time. "What?"
"What did you just call me?"
"Nothing, what? I don't know. I didn't say anything."
"You did."
"Mikey, come on, I wanna finish," he whined, letting his eyes roll back shut. "You're such a tease."
"I'm not a tease, I'm not teasing you, just don't call me that."
"Call you what?" His brow pinched as he tried to focus on his waning climax. "I didn't even say anything," he said breathlessly.
"I'm not repeating it, just don't say it again."
"Fine, I won't. Can I please come now?"
So that was that.
Until it wasn't.
Mikey knew that he should not have looked. But seriously, who (with something to hide) leaves their laptop lying around with incriminating tabs open unless they are willing to be found out. It was when Frank had gotten up and left the room (presumably for a piss) that Mikey had spotted it. He didn't mean to, but the laptop had been placed so conspicuously that he could not help but glance over to it. Frank had left the screen right in his line of sight so it was impossible to just ignore. Maybe it was because it was already rattling around in the back of his mind, but the at the top of the browser page had immediately caught his attention. Mikey knew he did not have long as he leaned forward to move the trackpad and click on the tab. It loaded thankfully fast, though in increments, and appeared to be some kind of forum dedicated to the discussion of...various types of 'Mommy' kinks. Mikey's first instinct was to slam the laptop shut and throw it to the other end of the couch but, not only would that alarm Frank when he returned, he knew he had to investigate this.
He forced himself to read through some of the posts from the anonymous users on the website in hopes of piecing it together. One user had written that they didn't know why but calling an older woman mommy gets them off. Another user had responded 'mommy issues lol'. Other users mentioned that they like the feeling of being taken care off. One post was a different colour which Mikey assumed must have belonged to Frank and it read 'I like getting dommed the f*** out of' with a bunch of dumbass emoticons after it. Mikey tried to keep an even stare behind his glasses as he read it. He noticed that there was something else posted by Frank but he heard the flush go and he knew his time was up.
He clicked back to the tab Frank had been on before he'd gotten up and tried to angle the laptop as close to how it was left. He tried not to let anything show on his face as the other sat back down unaware to what Mikey had just learned.
Mikey really should not have looked. He couldn't stop thinking about what the rest of the post Frank had made said. It would not leave him alone. He had tried to find the forum himself on his own laptop but it quickly dawned on him that there was not just one forum dedicated to such a topic. He had tried hard to recall what Frank's username had been in hopes of searching directly for it but it would not come back to him. He realised he would need to access Frank's laptop again.
He would just take it when Frank wasn't around (he was pretty sure in his ability to crack Frank's passcode) but he knew that would be unfair to Frank. He was already snooping on his boyfriend's private sex life. Though since it was also in part his sex life, Mikey felt he had at least some sort of stake in it.
So, he approached Frank when he knew the other was set to leave their place.
"Frankieeee?" He dragged the other's name out in hopes it might score him more points before he made his intention clear.
"Yeessss?" Frank mimicked back.
"Can I use your laptop while you're out?"
"Whyyy can't you use yours?"
"It...uh," Mikey wracked his brain, he had kind of hoped Frank would let him no questions asked. "It needs to like a ton of updates. I guess I let them stack up," he chuckled nervously.
Frank pretended to consider Mikey's excuse before shrugging. "Sure, I don't give a shit," he opened the door and made to walk out but hesitated. He turned back around. "Just don't..." He trailed off, unsure of how to end that sentence without raising suspicion.
"What?" Mikey prodded though he could have guessed what Frank was trying to refer to.
"Ah, nothing, just," he ran a hand through his hair, still trying to find the right words, "there's some unsanitary stuff of there, so be careful."
"Okay then, perv, I won't go through the copious amounts of porn saved on your laptop despite that never being my intention in the first place." Fat chance.
"Thank you," he flashed a thumbs up before disappearing out the front door. As soon as Mikey heard Frank turn the keys from the outside and walk off, he got to work.
The tab was not open in plain sight this time so Mikey had to go through Frank's web history to locate it. He tried to show as much grace as he could by not taking time to focus on the other ridiculously heinous shit the other had searched up since he was already breaching his privacy. It was only fair.
There seemed to be a few new posts but none of them were from Frank so Mikey didn't bother taking note of them. He scrolled through a few pages until he came across the string of posts he remembered seeing from the first time and found the post that had been playing on his mind. Someone had written back that he should start using the title casually in general conversation and see where it goes. So it was these assholes who had started that off. A few posts above that one the post Mikey had been searching for. It was posted shortly after Frank's initial enquiry (the date matching up to after that night) where Frank lamented how 'his boyfriend didn't seem to be into it'. Well, no shit. Maybe if he hadn't sprung it onto him...
Mikey felt a little bad. Only a little. But it was becoming pretty clear to him based on Frank's contributions to the forum that he was quite into this. He supposed Frank was maybe a little self-conscious about it and didn't know how to approach the topic, it was not like they had needed to have a serious talk like that previously in their relationship. It was hard to be annoyed when the other was usually so earnest . Before putting the laptop away, Mikey made a note of the website URL and Frank's username. When Frank returned that evening he thought he would figure out how to approach the topic before bringing it up.
After finally finding the forum on his own laptop and conducting more research, he had come to three conclusions. Number one, Frank was obsessed with the whole 'Mommy' thing. Like super obsessed. Mikey was a little shocked he had taken so long to try and bring it up. Two, going even further back on the website (and maybe stealing Frank's laptop one night...maybe a few nights) he had learned that Frank was also very into pain play. He supposed that explained the excessive amount tattoos that were beginning to pop up around his body. Three, for whatever reason, his boyfriend was into crossdressing. He had stumbled across a folder the other had curated (and which he assumed was mostly for jerking off purposes) and it was full of guys dressed up in skin tight dresses, heels, or both.
All of these conclusions combined had led Mikey to the decision that it would be necessary to conduct some online shopping.
When Frank arrived home one evening, Mikey was already waiting in the bedroom. When Frank called out to him he responded with an 'Up here' and mentally prepared for the scene he was about to conduct.
He had been pretty worried about it considering he had never tried something like this before. Not to mention how silly he currently felt. He had bought a very skin tight black dress that clung to him uncomfortably and stilettos and he felt ridiculous in them. He had also settled on buying a flogger which currently sat heavy in his lap. He could only hope Frank would appreciate the ensemble.
When the door began to open he crossed his legs and leant back, supporting himself with one hand. He thought it would have been more awkward for himself if he had been sat waiting like that the whole time. Frank entered with a face that suggested he was aware of Mikey's intentions but it quickly morphed into one of shock as he took in the scene before him. His jaw gaped and his grip on the door handle turned white.
He seemed unsure but did so anyway. Mikey could make out the beginning of a tent in the other's pants. Well, that had to be a good sign.
"What is this?" Mikey was surprised when Frank spoke. He stumbled over the words a little, clearly nervous.
"What does it look like?"
"Uh," he gulped as his eyes passed down to the whip in Mikey's lap, the tent getting larger. "Like the beginning of some porno I downloaded."
Mikey thrashed the whip down on the bed causing Frank to jump. "I'd appreciate if you took this seriously."
Mikey pushed himself off of the bed and hoped he would be able to hold his balance. He had to practice with the heels beforehand but he had not completely adjusted to them. With the added height from the heels he practically towered over Frank and it was a little thrilling he had to admit. He was sure Frank was affected by it to. There was not that much of a difference between them usually, but now Frank had to angle his neck to look up at him.
"Mommy took her time setting this all up after all."
"Oh..." Frank said, what was happening finally dawning on him.
Mikey raised the flogger and used it to tilt up Frank's face. "Are you going to take this seriously?"
All hesitation seemed to leave Frank after that. "Yes, Mommy."
Unexpectedly, Mikey felt those words shoot straight down to his dick, the print becoming visible under his dress. He lowered the flogger and cocked his hip, resting his hand there "Good boy. Take your clothes off then."
Frank immediately did as he was told, discarding his t-shirt to the floor and unbuckling his belt to work off his jeans. When he hooked his thumbs under his boxers (which were already marked by a dark patch), Mikey interrupted.
"Ah-ah. Leave them on. Mommy didn't mean those. Now go lie down on the bed."
Frank did so, positioning his arms flat beside him. Like this, his hard on had become very obvious. Mikey sat himself next to the other's legs, crossing his own again and bending his torso around so he could see Frank's face. He dragged the flogger over Frank's thighs, dipping close to his erection, noting how it made the other tense in anticipation.
"Do you know what this is?" He asked, his voice low. He watched as Frank nodded. "How do you feel about me using it on you?"
"Yeah, that's fine," came the quick, choked response. Mikey leaned over him and placed the rope against his cheek. Frank leaned into it exposing his neck which allowed Mikey to drag the crop down over the scorpion tattoo and further down, stopping at the top of his chest. Frank shivered at the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut.
"Can you beg Mommy for it? Can you say 'Mommy, please hurt me'?"
"Mommy, please, I want you to hurt me." He spoke in a small, quiet voice.
"Good boy." Mikey stood up and walked around to the foot of the bed, his heels clacking with a menacing intent. "Now. where should I start." He ghosted the tassels over Frank's calves. "Maybe here? Or," he walked around the side of the bed, heels deafening in the silence, and placed the flogger against Frank's ribs this time. "Maybe here instead." He raked his eyes over Frank's body, taking note . Mikey made to walk back around the bed, dragging the flogger along with him before raising it suddenly and crashing it down his lower abdomen, managing to hit both of his bird tattoos in the blow. Frank first seized into himself then arched his back in an attempt to distribute the pain. Immediately, there was a new wet patch forming over his crotch. Mikey decided not to let him recover before swatting over his chest, right next to his hope tattoo. Frank seized again and groaned.
Mikey allowed Frank to collect himself this time, admiring the already violently red skin he had left behind. The contrast against his pale skin and only spurred Mikey on more. "Ready?" He asked though, of course, it was rhetorical. He watched as Frank braced himself and brought the tails down against his right thigh not just once but twice. He then trailed them up his torso, ghosting over his erection, and brought it down against his stomach, slightly above where he had struck him the first time. Frank made a noise which was between a groan and a moan and jutted his hips upwards.
"Does that feel good?" Mikey asked as he brought down the flogger against Frank's left thigh, giving him the same amount of hits as he did for the other.
Frank only whined in response.
"Do you want more?"
He waited until Frank nodded, huffing a breathless 'yes'.
"Sit up and face the wall then."
Frank forced himself up, wincing as the pain tore through him. He cursed as he settled on his thighs, the friction of the bed covers rubbing against as he tried to get comfortable.
"You know what's coming, right?"
Mikey swung the tails across the expanse of Frank's upper back, the skin flushing red immediately. Frank yelled out as they collided across his shoulder blades. The sound of the tails against the skin was much louder than it had been on his body before. He watched as the Frank's muscles contracted and shifted as a way to cope with the assault. Mikey swung again, a little lower this time, and Frank had to stop himself from falling forwards.
To withstand the blows he had spread his hands out over his thighs, the white of stretched hands contrasted with the pink and raw looking skin underneath it. Mikey thought about how much easier it would be to flog Frank if he was tied up but paused mid-thought, shocked as if he hadn't meant to think that. Frank's paraphilia had clearly infected his brain in such a short amount of time. But he could not deny it to himself, Frank would look pretty with his wrists bound, body fully on display for Mikey to do as he pleased with it. Before he delivered his next blow he leaned down to Frank's ear and whispered, "Next time I'll have to bring some rope," he wrapped his hand that was not holding the flogger over Frank's left wrist, rubbing his thumb over it soothingly.
From this angle he could make out Frank's expression which was surprisingly (but maybe he really should not have been surprised) one of bliss. His mouth hung slack apart from the heavy breaths he was taking in and the skin around it glistened from the amount of spit that was being hit out of him. His eyes were barely open and his eyelids fluttered over his hazy gaze. Mikey pulled away and when he brought the tails over Frank's lower back, he greedily took in the way his back arched, trying to escape the pain blossoming across it. It was a few blows later before that certain word fell from Frank's mouth.
"Mommy..."
Mikey halted his next blow.
"Mommy, please, I want to come."
Mikey wanted to tease him longer but he really did look so sweet. He placed the flogger on the bed and climbed on behind Frank, soothing has hands down his freshly marked back. "Okay," he assented, "as long as you do it inside Mommy."
Frank wasted no time in pinning Mikey down, his pain forgotten. Mikey stopped him, pointing towards their bedside drawers.
"Condom," he asserted firmly.
Frank whined but did as he was told.
Whilst Frank scrambled to find a condom from the drawer, Mikey took the time to throw away his heels. He had not even been wearing them for that long and they had already become suffocating. He laid back on the bed wiggling his feet around to find some relief. A moment later, Frank had lost his boxers and put on the condom and was pulling Mikey's hips against him, rolling up his dress for access.
"I already prepped earlier."
"Don't worry, I might not even make it in," he huffed.
Mikey rolled his eyes. "Good to know."
He was wrong though and seemed to have some willpower left in him to hold on a little longer, dragging his hips in and out of the other. It was not much though as in a few sloppy thrusts his hips began to stutter and he came. Unprompted, he wrapped his hand around Mikey's hard on and pumped his hand vigorously, spurred on from his own climax. Mikey came quickly, spilling out over Frank's hand.
They stayed together like that for a moment, trying to gain both their breath and heads back. It was when Frank made the movement to wipe his dirty hand down Mikey's back that Mikey had to catch his wrist and the moment was promptly over.
"Fuck, I need to go take this off," Frank groaned as he clung onto Mikey, slowly pulling himself out and cringing as the condom cooled. His forehead, which was slick with sweat, pressed into his shoulders.
"We should probably do something about these too," Mikey said running his hands over the now raised marks appearing over Frank's body. "I'll get some ice and some ointment. I bought it with the," he gestured towards the flogger, "it should help."
"Thanks, Mommy." Frank looked up at Mikey with a gleam in his eyes and a pull at his lips.
Mikey groaned. "Don't," he pushed Frank's shit-eating face away. "I'm not turned on anymore. In fact I think I'm having some type of clarity."
Frank laughed into the other's neck before abruptly stopping. He pulled his head up to look at Mikey. "Speaking of...you know what. How did you like, figure all this out?"
"Oh, you don't think you laid it on a little thick before?"
"Obviously not that," Frank swatted at Mikey's arm, his cheeks turning red from embarrassment. "I mean the whipping and the," he pointed to the black stilettos lying haphazardly on their floor then smoothed his hand down the fabric clinging to Mikey's body, "and this. I didn't lay any of that on." His eyes met Mikey's accusingly.
"It isn't my fault you're so predictable." Was his attempt to play it off. "Mister, 'I'm covered in tattoos and constantly displaying my pain kink."
"I think you're predictable. Mister, 'I went snooping though my boyfriend's laptop after he let me use it because he's sooo kind and trusting and-'."
Mikey cut him off. "Okay, okay, I get it. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. You left it out and I saw the website and it made me think about how weird you had been acting so I just," he sighed, "I won't do it again if you promise to just talk to me about whatever weird shit you're into next time instead of trying to play psychological mind games."
"Okay, I promise", he kissed Mikey's cheek and resumed his position against his shoulder, "I'm not really mad anyway...thanks, Mikey. For doing all this I mean, and not like freaking out and running away."
"You're welcome, Frankie. This is hardly the worst thing you could have sprung on me anyway," he ran his hand through Frank's hair and shook it back and forth, ruffling it up. "Now let's get you cleaned up."