GOD PLS.... STOZIER..... stan in subspace , maybe some bondage , daddy kink, whatever u want i’m HERE FOR IT god i love my sweet boys so much !!!!
“Twenty six.”
Gasp. Moan.
“Twenty seven.”
Shudder. Whimper.
“Th-thirty one.”
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
Long, slender fingers trail up pale skin, to tightly grab onto a handful of blonde curls. They yank back, forcing Stan’s face up from where it was buried in the pillows. Richie leans forward, his entire body slotting against Stan’s, his lips tickling the shell of his ear.
“What was that baby?” He asks tauntingly.
Another whimper falls from Stan’s lips as he mulls over the question, the words sounding like near gibberish in his hazy mindset. “Twenty eight,” he says, recalling the correct count of spanks against his ass. He’s sure it’s red by now and the thought sends a pleasant buzz to his core.
“Good boy,” Richie growls, running his hand over the very red skin of Stan’s ass. He brings his hand back and lands another blow to his right cheek, smirking with pride as Stan obediently counts it aloud. His arms are pulled behind his back, bound at just the right pressure with thick, black rope. It looks so pretty against his pale skin; it’s one of the most pleasing sight for Richie. He enjoys the way Stan’s first clench and flex with his every moment. Like when he taps the jeweled end of the plug he has pressed into Stan’s used hole.
“Daddy please,” Stan mewls, the words practically slipping from his mouth. At this point, he’s prone to incoherency and that usually leads to endless babbling, endless pleads for anything and everything.
Stan didn’t often use the term, so Richie knows exactly where Stan’s head is and exactly how to care for him while he’s there. After years together, they know each other’s limits almost better than they know their own.
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