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Steven sighed as he walked into the desolate house, prepared for something bad. He knew Izzy hated waiting, and he went over the time limit he was meant to be out. Izzy told him 9PM sharp, but he came home an hour late. He just got so caught up with his other bandmates he lost track of time.
He walked into the kitchen, surprised Izzy wasn’t in the living room for once. The moment he stepped into that room, he was met with a voice he knew all too well. His heart sank, not in fear, but because he knew Izzy was there. Watching. Waiting for him.
“You’re late, puppy.” Izzy mumbled, staring at Steven who was across the table from him. He stayed silent, neither denying it nor agreeing with him. He knew what he did. He knew the rules and he broke them.
“I-I know.” Steven replied, his heart starting to skip a beat. Izzy beckoned him over with a calloused finger. At first, Stevie didn’t want to move towards his boyfriend, but in the end, he found his feet moving without his permission. Again. He nervously walked up to Izzy, avoiding eye contact with an ashamed look on his face.
“Give your arm.” Izzy instructed softly, but it still somehow sounded menacing. Steven prepared for the worst, holding his arm out shakily, biting his lip to suppress any horrified whimpers. He squeezed his eyes shut, and got met with a burning and aching sensation on the bottom of his arm, nearing his wrist.
Izzy was burning his cigarette on his arm again. He has so many scars and burns from them, but he likes the pain in some fucked up ways. He felt embarrassed to admit it though. He let out a breathy whine, not trying to pull back. He didn’t want to disobey Izzy. Besides, Izzy had his arm fully in his grasp, he couldn’t let go.
Izzy removed the cigarette which was now a bud, and put it in an ashtray. “I told you to be back at 9PM.” Izzy repeated, as if Steven didn’t know that already. “I told you not to be a second more. And you came back an hour after the deadline. You really are a bad puppy, aren’t you?”
“I-I’m sorry…” Steven began, as if that was to fix anything. Izzy swiftly cut him off sharply.
“No puppy. You need to learn. I’m punishing you.” He firmly said, voice sharper than a blade. Steven swallowed thickly, fear bubbling in his chest. Sometimes he was scared of his boyfriend. He was unpredictable and it was hard to tell what mood he was in or what set him off. He felt like a puppet sometimes.
“A punishment…?” Steven muttered, eyes wide. Izzy nodded, shuffling closer to the blondie who was slowly hyperventilating.
“You deserve it for being such a disobeying pup.” Izzy stated, pinning Steven over the table and twisting his arms behind his back. Steven whimpered softly, squirming to get out of Izzy’s grip. “Don’t try to fight, take it.” Izzy remarked coldly. Steven deeply sighed, forcing himself to stand still while being bent over the kitchen table.
“Since you wanna come home late and disobey my orders, you can have a punishment you deserve.” Izzy flatly commented, unzipping his trousers. Steven’s heart dropped to his ass. He squealed when he felt Izzy’s hand undo his belt and unzip his trousers aggressively. They pooled at his ankles before he even blinked. His heart was racing in his chest and he was sure Izzy could hear it.
“I-Izzy—“
“Be quiet. I’m not letting you get a word in. This is a punishment, you don’t deserve to talk.” He snapped, aggressively spitting on his fingers. “Another word, and you’ll have a real punishment, puppy.” Steven stifled a freaked out hiccup which rose in his chest, biting his lip until it turned sore.
Stevie could hear some shuffling behind him, and then pressure in his body. Izzy pushed his dick inside Steven agonisingly slowly, ripping him to shreds. Steven yelped when he felt the final inch, then covered his mouth to stop any loud noises coming from his throat. Tears were pricking and burning at the corners of his eyes.
Izzy leaned to brush his lip along Steven’s ear, breathing huskily and causing Stevie to whine lowly. “You really are a bad boy, aren’t you?” Steven didn’t reply, biting back tears and nodding his head subtly. “Speak. I give you permission.”
“Y-Yes, I’m a very bad puppy..” Steven mumbled, the words a strain in his throat that ached. Izzy faintly chuckled, amused by Steven’s predicament. He sped up his movements, which made Stevie moan shakily, his face a hot and flushed pink.
“And you’ll never do it again?” He asked, his finger brushing along Steven’s jaw. Steven whimpered, nodding.
“Yeah, I-I’ll never disobey you a-again..!” He replied, his voice failing as he went quieter at the last few words. Izzy slammed his hips into Steven, shrill cries echoing in the kitchen. No one in the outside world could hear them. Steven didn’t run, didn’t try to fight back; he did what Izzy taught him at the start of their relationship:
Obey and take it.
Izzy leaned back from Steven’s ear, sloppily and harshly pounding into the blondie while he let out begging and pathetic whimpers and low sounds from the bottom of his lungs. His breathing was ragged, but Izzy couldn’t care. He wanted this. He wanted Steven to feel overwhelmed. This was the point of the punishment.
“I-Izzy, please—“ Steven tried to plead, but Izzy cut him off with an angry thrust. It shut him up immediately. It always did.
“Did I say you could speak?” Izzy spat, roughly speeding up his movements. Steven moaned loudly, squirming softly. He shook his head frantically.
“N-No!”
“Then shut up until I tell you to talk.” Izzy said, pulling back on Steven’s hair. He knew everything that made Steven cry out, everything than made him hard. He knew him long enough for all of those things. Steven’s knees buckled, and he gripped onto the table for support, swallowing the urge to scream and cry.
Every fibre in Stevie’s body told him that he was being broke apart, but he just stood there and whimpered, forgetting why he was being punished anymore. Nothing mattered to him anymore, only Izzy who didn’t show signs of being gentler any time soon.
He knew he could beg all he wanted, but Izzy wouldn’t stop. He knew he deserved this. He knew that he should’ve obeyed Izzy’s orders. He knew he shouldn’t have drunk too much at that bar. He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he was. He knew he shouldn’t enjoy being called ‘Izzy’s puppy.’
But he wanted all of this. This is what he wanted. All of this is because he wanted it.
Izzy came inside Steven with a soft groan, his juices dripping out of Steven’s loose hole pathetically. Steven cried out, losing his voice and coming as well, leaving the kitchen floor in a mess. He knew Izzy would make him clean that up. He always did.
Izzy breathed out deeply, pulling out and zipping up his trousers quickly. “You belong to me. You could run away, you could cut contact, you could change identities. But just know, you’ll always come back to me. It’s all you know. No matter how hard you force yourself to deny it. You’re mine.” Izzy stated roughly.
“I-I know…” Steven replied, still shaking like a leaf as his orgasm was still washing over him. He swallowed, breathing still jagged. Izzy continued.
“And you know what you did?” He asked, his voice monotone. Steven nodded, afraid to speak.
“Y-Yes…”
“What did you do?”
“I was late home…” Steven mumbled shakily. Izzy nodded, his gaze still sharp.
“And you’ll never do it again? You’ll be a good puppy?” He whispered harshly. Steven nodded softly again.
“Yes.. I’ll never disobey you a-again..” He curtly affirmed, his bottom lip shaky. Izzy claimed what he thought was his. He won again. He always does. He knew his puppy wouldn’t cross the line he made for him ages ago.
“Good pup. Pull up those trousers.” Izzy instructed, and Stevie did as he was told before Izzy could reach the last word, his actions rehearsed. He knew all of this too well. “You are a good boy, when you want to be.”
“I know…” Steven sighed, giving up and collapsing onto Izzy’s shoulder. Izzy brushed his fingers through the golden locks silently. Uncomfortably. Enough to make Steven understand that he shouldn’t have done what he did. He wasn’t his own person. He was simply something Izzy could own.
“Good puppy… Go upstairs, I’ll meet you up there, m’kay?” Izzy muttered, gently kissing Steven’s head. He nodded, lifting his body off of Izzy and walking upstairs, the sounds of his feet fading as he went up the stairs. Izzy watched intently. He watched his every move. No wonder Steven was so paranoid with him around.