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#ch:chris #about:chris

Hunter would only ever punish Chris when they were in argument if the other had misbehaved or was denying something he had done. The older male always hated when the blonde lied, Chris would have gotten out of lots of past punishments if he had just told the truth. However Hunter knew how Chris was and sometimes he thought maybe the other just argued for the sake of arguing. It was a bit frustrating but it was also something he lied about Chris, he was stubborn it was just who he was. “Yeah I know. I’ve met some mean princesses.” He said nodding. “I dunno about that I’ve met some pretty nice trolls.” He said smiling as pulled Chris closer to him and tickled the other’s stomach. Hunter knew that in his little world Chris must think of trolls as people like Charlie or Dean or maybe even his father, he understood that, they had all done some terrible things to him. Hunter would never Chris to change completely, he just wished the other would let loose sometimes. He loved the way Chris looked and the way Chris expressed himself through appearance he just didn’t want him to be so worried about it all of the time. Chris could wear a trash bag and no makeup at all and Hunter would think he was just as beautiful as he was in a fancy dress with lots of makeup on. Hunter knew about Chris’s unhealthy habits to keep up with his appearance even if the other thought he didn’t. He knew that Chris didn’t particularly like to eat and when he did he didn’t always keep it down. Hunter had suspicions that Chris had been doing that kind of thing but he’d never actually caught him. However his brothers had overheard him and Ashton had walked in on him by accident and he told Hunter about it. The older male knew he needed to address this problem that Chris had but he was not exactly sure how to go about it. Hunter knew that it comforted Chris to have his things near him especially when he was hurting, it gave the other something else to focus on. Hunter looked down at Chris and held the side of his face, stroking the side of his cheek with his thumb. “You look so pretty with daddy’s cock in your mouth princess.” He said continuing his thrusts going a bit slower now as he noticed the tears in Chris’s eyes. Hunter ran his hand through Chris’s hair gently in an attempt to comfort the other, he knew sometimes Chris took things like this better when the older male was more gentle with him.

Chris was never really good at admitting when he was wrong and he hated that - his entire life, he’d never really owned up to anything. He pushed things aside and pissed people off and always seemed to get away with it, for some reason or another. It was hard to change that at this point in his life; after twenty-six years of something constant, changing it at the drop of a hat just wasn’t going to happen. Learning to behave and own up to his mistakes was going to be a long and hard process, but he figured it was worth it. In the past, he’d been one of those mean princesses and had put people down for no reason, or talked about them behind their backs. It was bad and he knew that now, but when he was younger it just seemed like a cool thing to do. Now, though, he realized that it was stupid and just mean. It was unnecessary and with how bad he felt about himself most of the time, he realized that he probably made other people feel the same way. The trolls, though, were definitely the men in his life. With his father and Charlie, it was all because of their charm and looks - Chris just couldn’t deny them of a damn thing, no matter what it was, and that had fucked him over in the long run. They both took advantage of him, but he just didn’t see it with his father. Even if he did, he probably wouldn’t ever admit it due to how much he loved him and cared for him. There had been a brief time in his teenage years where the blonde was able to let loose and just be himself with no fear just beneath the surface, but that was almost always when he was drinking and he couldn’t be like that anymore. When Ashton had caught him vomiting, Chris wanted to die. It was something he wanted to keep secret and he just didn’t want anyone else involved; it was embarrassing to be caught like that and he didn’t want Hunter to know, but he also knew that Ashton wouldn’t keep his mouth shut about it. He hoped that the older male would just let it go and brush it off like other people seemed to, but that didn’t seem likely. Shifting a bit, the younger male reached out blindly, keeping his eyes locked on Hunter as he grabbed for his stuffed animal. Pulling it close to him, he held it to his side and blinked a couple of times, fighting to keep tears from rolling. He couldn’t help but smile a bit at the other’s words, moving a hand up and running his fingers over Hunter’s thigh gently. He was trying to stay still and not move too much, but at times it got hard when he was laying like this. Soon he’d have to move and he knew that, but for now he wanted to stay as still as he could.

If this argument Chris and he had been having were more serious Hunter could see it even ending in some sort of punishment for the other. However this was something silly and Hunter knew Chris was much more difficult when he was little. The other could never admit to anything and needed things to be his way. He was more lenient when he was big, but he still had trouble owning up to things no matter if he was little or big it seemed. Hunter often let the smaller male win when it came to small arguments like this one. “Thank you princess.” He said softly and smiled as he felt Chris’s lips against his. Hunter nodded along and listened as Chris spoke, even though the other was just rambling and speaking of his make believe world Hunter was interested, he loved listening to everything Chris said. “Hmm well I guess you’re right. Princesses can be mean too though, and some trolls can be nice. Don’t judge a book by its cover baby.” Hunter said. He knew that the other was again speaking about an imaginary world but in some ways it reflected his view of the real world, and he wanted to teach him a little even if the other didn’t realize he was doing it. Hunter knew that Chris had experiences with ‘trolls’ in the past, like Charlie. Hunter wished he could go back and save Chris from all those types of people and show him how good the world could be and how he deserved to be treated. Hunter knew that Chris had been taught about the importance of appearance from the time he was young. It just something that seemed so weird to Hunter. Appearance had always been the last thing he had been taught to worry about in his life. His dad always said 'mirrors are only for checking to see if you have dirt on your face’ it wasn’t something Hunter believed but he heard it a lot as a child. He appreciated the fact that Chris spent time on his appearance and that it seemed to be something the blonde enjoyed, but he didn’t want him to be so worried about it all of the time, it wasn’t healthy. Hunter didn’t understand why Chris seemed to love his father so much since he seemed to make the other feel nothing but insecure. Hunter reached behind him and grabbed a stuffed bear that had been on their bed and also one of Chris’s pacifiers and set that down on the bed beside them. Hunter loved to hear noises from Chris whenever he did something physically rough to the other, it was always satisfying. Hunter pulled Chris’s head back before shoving almost his entire cock in Chris’s mouth, and then thrusting it in and out. “That’s it be good little whore for daddy.”

At this point, Chris was just glad that the argument wasn’t serious. He knew that if it were something big or serious he would end up getting punished for trying to argue so badly; when it came down to it, serious things were Hunter’s area of expertise and the blonde would argue just because he felt like it, not because he thought he knew better than the other did. But, he liked to make it seem like he just knew better than the other, which was why it tended to get him into trouble. He knew that, that was the case, but he still did it anyway. “Some princesses are as mean as trolls, but I haven’t met a nice troll in a long time. Like, forever, probably.” People that were trolls in his little made up universe were mostly people like Charlie, and occasionally even his own father, depending on what kind of troll he was thinking about. Even though some of them were like his father, he never really envisioned him as a troll - he cared too much for his father and could never even consider him to be bad or wrong, even if he was at times. Ever since his childhood his appearance had been a huge factor in his life, no matter what the situation was. After twenty-six years, he wasn’t sure how to change that without changing who he was. He couldn’t just drop his focus on the appearance without losing himself in the process - his entire existence was because of appearances and attractiveness, without those things he was nothing. He knew that it wasn’t exactly healthy or nice, sure, but that wasn’t important to him. He’d sacrifice his own health to be beautiful, and he had in the past. His health, both physical and mental, had taken a nosedive and he didn’t know how to return from it. Chris watched as Hunter got the paci and stuffed animal, not able to keep himself from smiling a big. He loved having his things close to him like that, even if they weren’t going to be much use right now. Having them when they had sex was the more important thing - he could handle everything better when he had his things around him. When the older male finally entered his mouth, the blonde couldn’t stop himself from gagging a bit. He wasn’t really prepared and hadn’t timed his breathing, and taking it all right away rather than gradually all played a part in the gagging. He hated to do that - he felt like it was a turn off and would ruin it for Hunter. After closing his eyes for a moment and trying to relax himself, he looked up at the other and blinked a few times; his eyes were starting to water already and he didn’t want to cry, especially not so early on.

Hunter knew he wasn’t going to win against Chris on this especially when he was little, so why bother fighting him on it? It didn’t really matter to the older male who he wanted to be pretty anyways, anyone could be pretty he supposed and it was a make believe world after all, so why couldn’t princesses and daddies both be pretty? Hunter chuckled. “And you’re my princess and you’re the prettiest out of all the princesses.” Hunter said smiling and pulling Chris close to him, kissing the top of his head. Hunter laughed but shook his head. “Well don’t be mean I am sure there are some trolls out there who are perfectly nice.” He said with another chuckle, even though he was a bit serious. Chris always seemed to be focused on appearance and worried about the way he looked, this was something Hunter was rather foreign to. He and his brothers never really cared much about how they looked, in fact they usually detested dressing up. They all preferred to be more casual, because it was just easier they didn’t exactly have enough time to worry about how they looked. Hunter didn’t think there was anything wrong with focusing on appearance like Chris did, but sometimes he just needed to let go Hunter thought he was always gorgeous no matter what. In all honesty Hunter just wanted the blonde to be comfortable and happy. Hunter would never ask him to change, that was something he loved about Chris, he was just so unapologetically himself. Hunter could see Chris struggle a bit as he touched his upper thighs and got near his ass. “Baby do you want your teddy or a stuffy, maybe your paci too for later? Would that make it a little easier when daddy fucks you?” The older male asked, Hunter knew that Chris did better at taking punishment and really anything when he got his mind off things with a stuffed animal or a pacifier, it just seemed to calm him. Hunter looked down at Chris as the words came out of his mouth and then grabbed him by the back of the head with a tight grip on his hair. “Daddy is going to fuck your little whore mouth until you behave like a good girl again.” He said and held Chris so his head was titled up a bit. “Got it?” Hunter snapped, it was a rhetorical question. “Now open your mouth for daddy.”

Truthfully, Chris wasn’t capable of allowing the older male to win an argument when he was little. It was terrible and he knew that, but when he was little he always needed to be right. Even if he was in the wrong, he just couldn’t admit that. He’d never been one to own up to his mistakes and try to make them right, unless he was forced, no matter how bad those mistakes were. It just wasn’t in his nature. “And you’re the bestest daddy ever,” The blonde grinned widely and leaned up, pecking the older male’s lips softly. “Trolls are almost always mean, though. They get mad ‘cause they’re trolls so then they be mean to the daddies and princesses, it isn’t very nice.” He’d had too many encounters with people that he considered to be trolls - not even because of their looks, but because of their bad personalities and bad attitudes. Honestly, he absolutely couldn’t stand those people because somehow, they always managed to ruin his good days. Snide comments and rude, unnecessary remarks were always enough to make him upset, no matter how good of a day he’d had up until that point. Even though he’d tried before in the past to let go of the obsession he had with his appearance, he couldn’t do it. It had been ingrained into his mind from a young age and at this point in his life, he just couldn’t let it go. He’d been conditioned ever since his childhood years to focus on his appearance and how he dressed and acted. If he didn’t keep up the appearance he’d worked on putting together for years, his father would surely get angry with him and he couldn’t deal with that. As bad and toxic as he was, Chris loved him and wasn’t willing to lose him again like he had when the divorce had happened. Looking up, the younger male batted his lashes at the other, a little smirk on his lips. The question about the stuffies, though, made him smile and he nodded quickly. Having those things when he was little was extremely comforting, and he loved that Hunter took that into consideration rather than making him suffer with being uncomfortable. “Yes, please, daddy.” He murmured, nodding again and pecking the other’s lips. When his hair was grabbed he couldn’t help but squeal a bit, a slight little squeak slipping past his lips. “Yes, sir.” The words came out quietly and he bit down on his lip for a moment before opening his mouth, taking a deep breath as he watched the older male.

Hunter knew that agreeing with the younger male would be the easiest thing to do especially when he was little and talking about one of his fantasies. Hunter knew Chris put a lot of thought into his little imaginary world and honestly he would not want to mess that up. Hunter also found it particularly adorable when he went on little tangents like this about his thoughts, he always got so excitable and happy, and Hunter loved to listen to him. “Princesses are the prettiest out of everyone.” He said smiling and reaching out and bopping the blonde male on the nose. “All the nice people are pretty that’s right.” He said with a chuckle, even though he knew Chris was completely serious about this matter. Hunter knew if he had not agreed with Chris the other would have been fighting him on it all night, in his little world everything had to be his way and that was something Hunter was aware of. Hunter knew his father’s beliefs were wrong and he would never spread them to someone else, he didn’t believe in them himself. However for some reason the whole manliness principal stuck with him, it was like it had been programmed into his brain. Again he would never force someone else to conform to a gender stereotype, he only applied it to himself and his brothers did the same thing. He would never try to change Chris not in a million years, he was perfect just the way he was. Hunter smirked as he watched Chris beneath him. The older male let his hands wander to Chris’s inner thighs and he gave them a firm squeeze before moving his hands backs up and playing with the waistband of Chris’s panties. “Daddy wants you to suck his cock before he fucks you, like a good little slut. If you want to talk like a whore you’re going to be treated like a whore.” He said pulling down his own underwear and moved up so he was straddling Chris’s chest and face.

Truthfully, Chris would never let Hunter win an argument like this. He’d keep up his arguing until the older male finally gave up, no matter that it took. When it came to these kinds of things, he just had to win and there was no other way around it. If he didn’t get his way he’d end up getting upset, even if it was over something as ridiculous as a make believe land. “Princesses always gotta be the prettiest no matter what,” He said with a nod, easily agreeing with what the older male had said. “All mean people are gross trolls, though. They gotta live under the troll bridges for the rest of their lives until they die still being ugly.” The blonde knew that he was basically throwing around double standards - he wanted to be the prettiest princess, but he also knew that he was mean at times when he was big. But he wasn’t going to allow himself to be an ugly troll; he would, truthfully, rather die than be an ugly troll. While he knew that Hunter wouldn’t try to force those beliefs on him, he still worried. They’d been so ingrained into the older male’s mind that there was just no turning back to make things better. Chris truly did wish that he could go back in time and let Hunter have the normal childhood and beliefs that he should have, but that just wasn’t possible. At least, though, he could use his presence to try and alter how the other thought. Hunter and the boys seemed to be happy with the way he was and didn’t seem to have any plan to change him, and Chris appreciated that. Too many people in the past had tried to change him to fit standards and societal norms, and he just didn’t want that. A normal, manly guy wasn’t who he was and he never wished to be that person. Being exactly how he was now was enough for him to be mostly happy. “Yeah?” The younger male tried as hard as he could to stay still as Hunter touched him, but it seemed to be increasingly difficult the closer he got to his upper thighs. Once the older male was settled over him, Chris looked up at him and smirked before licking his hips. “Okay, daddy. Are you gonna fuck my mouth?” He asked softly, trying to seem innocent even though what he said was far from being that.

“Daddies gotta be something else.” Hunter said and he didn’t really want to fight about this. He knew Chris just wanted him to agree so he sighed and looked at the younger male. “Maybe daddies can be pretty. Maybe everyone can be pretty, but princesses are the prettiest.” He said softly running his fingers through Chris’s hair. Hunter knew that when Chris created these little fantasy lands and imaginary scenarios inside hiS head he needed to have them his way, they were his thoughts after all. Hunter loved to see the blonde get excited about these kinds of things it always made him happy. Hunter knew that he shouldn’t let his father influence him now in adulthood but he didn’t even realize he did it, the whole concept of masculinity was something that was unconsciously in his brain. No one had ever acknowledged it so they just weren’t even aware that they did it. Hunter would never push those ideals that were once put in his mind on someone else though. That was just part of him, he was always open minded even when he was taught not to be. He always questioned the things his father had taught him, he just knew there had to be another way of thinking. All of the boys suffered abuse both mentally and physically at the hand of their father. They put up with it for the sake of their mother, their father had always threatened to hurt her if they didn’t cooperate. They were glad he was gone. Hunter looked down at Chris still letting his hands slowly trail down his body, he stopped at his thighs and began to run his hands up underneath his dress. “You’ve been naughty again haven’t you.” He said gripping Chris’s upper thighs and digging his fingernails into the blonde’s skin. “Why don’t you put that little whore mouth of yours to work before daddy fucks you?” He said smirking down at the blonde. “I think you need to be taught another lesson.”

Chris narrowed his eyes at the older male, waiting for him to finally agree. And as soon as he did, the blonde’s smile returned and he nodded, leaning up to nuzzle the other’s cheek gently. “Good daddy. Everybody gets to be pretty except for the mean peoples, they can’t be pretty. Daddies and princesses are the prettiest oneses, though.” He would be able to lay there and argue about this all night if he had to - when it came to his little fantasies like this, there really was no changing his mind about something. Once he had something set then it would be like that until he came up with something new, or something better. He was glad that Hunter didn’t seem to be pushing his fathers beliefs on anyone else - they were bad and damaging, and could cause a lot of problems if they were pushed onto the wrong person. Chris included. If those things were pushed onto him it would turn disastrous very quickly; he was already self conscious about the way he dressed, about who he was in general, and someone trying to change him would just make that worse. He feared change in general and always had, but someone trying to change who he was, was on a completely different level and he couldn’t deal with that. Charlie had done it and it fucked him up for a while. But, the younger male knew that Hunter wouldn’t do that to him. He trusted him and didn’t think he would ever do something so mean. Hearing about their father and everything made him terrified to ever meet him - not only did he sound a lot like Charlie, but he also sounded like his own father in some ways. It was something he didn’t want to deal with, and wasn’t sure he could deal with anytime soon. As he felt the older male’s hands moving up under his dress, Chris bit down on his lip for a moment and allowed his eyes to slip shut, spreading his legs some to give the other more access. “Yes, daddy,” He murmured, voice soft. “Whatever you want.” He kept his hands still above his head, not moving them other than gripping the sheet under him. Looking up, his eyes widened some and he nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Need to be taught another lesson, daddy.”

Hunter chuckled at Chris’s words. “You’ll be the prettiest princess in the whole kingdom. Daddies can’t be pretty, princesses are the pretty ones silly.” He said smiling. He knew Chris loved to talk about this stuff he loved to let his imagination run wild and Hunter loved listening to him when he got like this. Honestly if Chris kept on going for hours Hunter wouldn’t mind. He just loved watching the blonde’s face light up as he spoke about this sort of stuff. Hunter didn’t really think the way he was raised to view masculinity was all that uncommon since most of his friends had been taught the same principles. However himself and his brothers often questioned the things they had been taught about being a ‘man’, many times. They just always felt the need to keep up the appearance of masculinity, and to not show weakness especially not in front of women or even significant others. All of their extended family believed in same things about conforming to gender roles and things of that nature. The boys had always been opened minded and curious though. With Hunter and Ashton both being bisexual and their mother teaching them to always be open minded, they were all accepting people. In fact they always enjoyed interacting and befriending people who differed from them. That’s why they had all been so fascinated by Chris, they had never met anyone like him and it excited them. They loved people who weren’t afraid to be themselves, because it was a quality all of them seemed to lack. Maybe when they were very young and stupid boys they would have made fun of Chris on the playground out of fear of something different, but they knew better and they would never even dream of doing that sort of thing now. In fact if they ever saw someone do that to Chris, they wouldn’t hesitate to beat them up. Hunter smirked as the words came out of Chris’s mouth and he quickly grabbed his hips and flipped the smaller male over so he was on his back. “Oh, princess wants to be daddy’s little whore now?” He said grabbing Chris’s wrists and pinning them above his head. “You want daddy to fuck your tight little pussy now? Fuck you like the bad girl you are.” He said as he ran his hands down the front of Chris’s dress. Hunter was slightly irritated that Chris cursed again. He did know it was partially his fault since he had used the word earlier but Chris was clearly told not to repeat those words, and he was even punished for it.

“Uh huh, daddies can be pretty. That means you gotta be pretty with me.” Chris hated it, but he could argue on this subject all day. He knew that he shouldn’t, of course, which was why he didn’t even like to start a slight argument over it. If he didn’t stop he’d end up continuing and going on a rampage of sorts. When it came to these things, especially his little made up kingdom, everything had to be his way. If it wasn’t it changed his whole perception of the made up little world and he didn’t like that. That meant that he had to change certain things about it and rearrange, which he hated to do once it was all in the order he liked. If the blonde hadn’t been brought up the way he was, he was sure that his way of life would be different. Maybe even like Hunter’s. It was something he didn’t want to think about - he didn’t want to ever have to be big all the time, and he didn’t want to be a boy all the time, either. Despite not having a father figure growing up, Chris figured that even if he did he would’ve turned out the same way. There were certain things that just didn’t change, no matter how much of someone’s background you changed. A huge shift and change in his upbringing probably would’ve just resulted in him being fatherless even now and most likely on the streets. While being on the streets wouldn’t have exactly been a new experience, it was one that he was glad had only lasted for about a week at most. Truthfully, this was why Chris let his father get away with so much abuse and manipulation - he took the blonde in and put a roof over his head, and tended to spoil him. He let Chris be who he wanted to be without trying to change him, so Chris thought that the least he could do in return was do as he was told and try to be good. There had been a time growing up where the younger male was made fun of, usually for being one of the few kids that didn’t have a parent showing up for events, but it all just pushed him to try and be a stronger person, no matter how hard that was at times. Once he was flipped over, the blonde stretched out a bit and arched his back, looking up at the older male with a grin. He knew that he shouldn’t have cursed - he should’ve learned that lesson by now - but he didn’t really know how else to word it. “Yes, please, daddy,” He nodded, a smirk on his lips as he raised into the other’s touch. “Wanna be your little whore, whatever you want, daddy.”

The older male looked down at Chris giving him a smile. Hunter loved just simply sitting and talking with Chris, whether he was little of big it didn’t matter he just loved and cherished any time he got with him. Even when Chris rambled,he didn’t care he loved to listen to the small male no matter what he was talking about. “Okay baby you be the pretty princess and I’ll be the king and the daddy. I can be both if you want its your imaginary kingdom.” He said with a chuckle, watching Chris’s face as he thought things through, the blonde looked very focused on the topic at hand. This was good Hunter thought, because when he was little it could be hard for the blonde to focus on any one thing for too long. Hunter knew Chris grew up with heavy female influence from all his sisters to living with his mother. Hunter figured Chris would have still turned out the same way if he hadn’t had that influence, maybe he wouldn’t have realized that he preferred girl things to boy things so early on, but he still would have found himself. Up until now Hunter and his brothers had never met anyone like Chris. Everyone in their small town had been raised the same way as them, all parents forced their designated gender roles onto their children and it was not questioned. Hunter and his brothers were the most open minded people in the town, thanks to their mother teaching them from a young age that everyone is different and that’s okay. The only thing was, everything his father said contradicted that. Hunter didn’t even realize that him and his brothers protection of their masculinity was a bit extreme. That’s how it always was not just in their house but in the whole town and they just presumed that was how everyone was raised. Until they met Chris of course, the boys couldn’t have been more surprised when they learned Chris’s parents just excepted him for who he was, that was just not something that happened where they are from. “Yes baby but you’re the prettiest.” Hunter said with a smile reaching up to Chris’s face and giving him a bop on the nose. When Chris pushed his ass more towards Hunter the older male couldn’t help but let out a low groan, just the sight of Chris in this position was enough to turn him on. “Fuck so so pretty, baby.” Hunter said as he slowly and gently placed more stickers on Chris’s ass cheeks. The sight of the bruises and red marks on Chris’s ass cheeks made Hunter smirk. He loved to mark the other in any way he could, he wanted everyone to know who he belonged too. “I love you too princess so so much.” He said softly.

It was hard for Chris to focus on any one thing for too long, especially when he was little. Most things were harder when he was little, but focusing seemed to be the hardest. He could think things over and try to grasp them, sure, but it was hard for him to actually remember and keep them in his mind by focusing. “Yay! We gotta be the best princess and daddy ever. We’re the prettiest ones ever.” The blonde loved to talk about these kinds of things. He could come up with stories and ideas all about this little kingdom that he’d come up with in his head, and he loved that Hunter listened and went along with it. These little things always excited him and he loved to talk about them, and if he didn’t one day it’d all come out in a jumbled mess because he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Chris wished that he’d known Hunter earlier - maybe then he could’ve saved him and the boys from becoming so caught up in the idea of masculinity. That wasn’t really logical or realistic, sure, but he liked to think that it was. The way the boys lead their lives and defended the whole manly thing that they had going was weird to the blonde. He never had to deal with those kinds of things, his family wasn’t like that. The older generations, maybe, but not any of the ones he remained close to. Chris was lucky enough to be accepted by his family and not cast out like some kids were, and he was thankful for that. He just wished that Hunter could’ve had the same experience growing up. Maybe then he wouldn’t be so obsessive about his masculinity, and neither would the other brothers. At least they were able to accept the blonde for who he was - Chris would’ve been disappointed if the boys had treated him badly or made fun of him for not conforming to that social standard of masculinity. It wasn’t something that he ever wanted to do. He couldn’t help but grin widely at the sound that came from the older male, pushing his ass back more and shaking his hips. “Thank you, daddy,” He murmured, blowing the other a little kiss. “Wanna fuck me now?” The words came out in a whisper, knowing that he’d cursed, although he was repeating the words Hunter had said earlier about bad girls getting fucked. “You’re the best daddy ever.”

Hunter knew Chris didn’t ever particularly enjoy discussing serious topics or any topic that might not be comfortable to him, which was understandable. However Hunter could foresee this causing problems for the small male. Hunter was willing to brush the seriousness aside for now, he preferred to follow up a punishment with more light hearted discussions and activities. Hunter was always afraid that maybe he would scare Chris or go overboard on accident, but the older male usually could grasp his temper before it was too out of hand and he knew he would never hurt Chris. Hunter just never wanted to remind Chris of Charlie. The older male wanted to be the exact opposite of Chris’s past. Hunter knew Chris must have been traumatized by the past. Hunter wished that he could reverse it, but obviously he couldn’t so he wanted to make the present amazing enough to help Chris forget the past. “Thank you baby.” The older male said softly as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Chris’s forehead, he let his lips linger there for a moment before pulling away. Honestly Hunter loved Chris’s need for affection, he adored being close to the younger male and if it were possible he would never let the blonde leave his arms. Chris’s tendency to cling was something Hunter loved about him. Hunter laughed and rubbed the back of his neck in an almost embarrassed almost sheepish manner. “Well thank you princess. I can be the king or the prince, whatever you want me to be you get to pick.” He smiled down at the blonde. From the time he was little Hunter had pretty much been surrounded by only boys and all things masculine. Him and his brothers played with toy trucks and wrestled and did work in the shop, they were never exposed to many feminine things. Their father didn’t want them to be ‘sissies’ either, he was always very strict about that, even though none them were even quite sure exactly what their father meant by that. Hunter remembers a time very clearly when Ashton wanted to get a new toy, the only problem was it was a Barbie not a toy car or a nerf gun. Their father went ballistic, and that was the last time anything like that occurred. If Hunter was being honest he didn’t completely understand Chris’s gender identity or why he dressed the way he did, all he knew was that he loved to see the other expressing himself. Hunter wanted to know more but didn’t want to offend the other by asking. He knew it was maybe something they should discuss but he wasn’t quite sure how to begin the discussion. Hunter laughed at Chris’s sticker placement again shaking his head a bit. “I bet you do kitten.” He said with another chuckle. Even though Hunter wanted Chris to stay on his lap he let the other out of his grasp. Hunter smiled lifting Chris’s dress up, he ran his hands gently over the bright red and purple marks for a moment almost admiring what he had done. Hunter then took a few stickers from the book and stuck them to Chris’s ass. “Wow, so pretty princess.” He said softly leaning down to plant a few kisses on Chris’s neck.

Even though it was something he knew he needed to take, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it most of the time. He felt that it changed him too much, made him someone that he wasn’t inside and he didn’t like that. At this point in time, though, the blonde just needed lighthearted fun activities that weren’t going to make him think or move a whole lot. Those two things were off the table after punishments, because of the pain and the risk of him going back to thinking he was still bad. Chris just wished that things could change - that he could erase the last few years of his life and rid himself of Charlie and all the memories they had together, but he knew he couldn’t do that. He was going to have to live with those old memories for the rest of his life, and the most he could do about it is make new, better ones with Hunter. So far that had been going perfectly; the older male was seemingly perfect and had never once hurt him with the intention of doing damage. Punishments didn’t count in that, of course, and even then it was consensual so it wasn’t like he was being beaten and abused, which was exactly what had been happening with Charlie. Shifting a bit, the younger male looked up with a grin and patted the side of the other’s face, humming softly to himself for a moment. He loved how easily their conversations flowed, even when he was little like this. They never seemed to be awkward or uncomfortable, and he appreciated that. “I think you gotta be the king since I’m the princess. You’re still daddy, though. I think you can be the king and the prince. Both is good.” He said with a nod, a look of concentration evident on his face as he tried to think all of that over. Chris could easily tell that the boys hadn’t really had much of a feminine influence in their lives. If they did, he was certain that they wouldn’t be so defensive of the whole masculinity thing. The blonde didn’t understand it most of the time - he hadn’t grown up that way and had always been allowed to do as he pleased, so he never really got it when people didn’t do the same things. Families that forced gender stereotypes had always been weird to him; he had friends that were raised that way and he always had a lot of questions about it, but never really got to ask them. It was hard enough for him to even be allowed over to play with little girls he was friends with as a kid, and knew that he couldn’t push it and ask questions that were deemed inappropriate. With Hunter, though, it was different. He was grown and still did these things. At some point, probably in the near future, he was going to have to ask what the deal was because it was confusing to him. Looking over his shoulder, the blonde bit his lip as he felt the other’s hands on his ass, trying his hardest not to move or flinch. “Thank you, daddy. Now we both got the pretties.” After a moment, Chris pushed himself up so that he was on his knees and elbows, pushing his ass back toward the other male. “You’re the bestest. I love you.”

Hunter made a mental note to talk to the other about taking his medication. Hunter had even thought maybe he could somehow slip the medication in his food, that would avoid the other putting up a fight, but that also didn’t feel right to him. He would just have to address it later, he didn’t want to ruin the moment and Chris had already been through enough today. Hunter would never put the small male through more than he could handle at one time, he always made sure of that. Especially when he was little Hunter could see it was easy for the other to become distressed. Hunter smiled “You’re welcome princess. You are good for me baby, you’re the best.” He said softly running his fingers through Chris’s blonde hair. Hunter enjoyed praising Chris, especially after a punishment when he felt the other truly learned something. Hunter wanted Chris to know how much he loved him and how proud he was of him. Hunter knew Chris had not been told those things enough in the past. Hunter laughed at Chris’s comment. “I’m pretty?” He questioned. Hunter and his brothers always had a hard time when it came to compromising their masculinity or doing things that didn’t conform to societies expectations and ideals of men. The ideals and stereotypes of being a ‘real man’ had been instilled in them from a young age by their father. Their father always scolded them for doing things like crying, showing weakness, or even showing interest in anything that wasn’t considered to be 'masculine’. Hunter knew that he shouldn’t let his father’s ideals and stereotypes of what a man should be dictate his view of himself, but he couldn’t help it. This was all ironic considering he was dating Chris, someone wasn’t afraid to be himself whether others liked it or not. Hunter admired that about him. Chris was opening up Hunter and his brothers eyes more and more everyday. Hunter laughed and shrugged. “Sure why not? You’re gonna have to lay down then princess.” He said softly reaching down and giving Chris’s ass a light pat. Hunter looked down at Chris’s placement of the sticker before looking back up at him a slight smirk on his face. “Interesting placement choice baby, it looks good.” He said.

Chris knew that it would come up eventually - he didn’t want to talk about it, really, but he knew that it was bound to happen. When it did come up, he would find a way to deal with it accordingly, but right now he didn’t want to think about it. He hated thinking about that kind of thing, the thing that made him act the way he did a lot of the time, he absolutely couldn’t stand it. But for now, that wasn’t important. The blonde truly did appreciate everything the other did for him; he took care of him, made sure that he was okay, never went overboard or hurt him more than necessary. Sure, he got angry sometimes and could be a bit irrational at those times, but they never went on for very long. Hunter always calmed down before it was to late or he did something bad, and Chris was thankful for that. “You’re the best daddy.” He murmured, nodding at the other’s words. Reaching up, he ran his fingers over the older male’s chest gently, humming softly to himself as he did so. He could never get enough physical contact with the other male - if he could, he’d cling to him all the time like a koala, but that would be overboard and he knew that it wasn’t a logical or realistic thing to do, despite how bad he wanted it. “Yeah, daddy, you’re pretty. You could be a pretty king or prince, or princess except for that I’m the princess.” The blonde knew that he was rambling, but when he got started on something like that it was hard for him to stop. After living with the boys for this long, Chris had picked up on how they tried to make themselves seem masculine and manly all the time. He hadn’t grown up with that type of thing; he barely had a male figure in his life and even when he got one, he didn’t have those masculine societal pressures forced upon him. He was allowed to be himself no matter what that may entail. As much as he loved the boys, he wished that they’d let their guard down sometimes. It was fun when they played with him, when they got down on the floor and played dolls or just a game. But then they went back to that normal masculinity they always seemed to portray. “I like the sticker there,” He grinned, placing another sticker a bit lower this time. “Wanna put them all there.” After a moment, he got off the older male’s lap and moved onto the bed, laying down on his stomach and resting his head on his arms. “My butt’s gonna look pretty.”

Hunter knew about Chris’s ADHD and he knew that it was probably the cause of some of Chris’s misbehavior, however he didn’t like to make excuses for things. Hunter also knew that Chris had medication for it, Chris hadn’t ever told him but from snooping around in his suitcase, to make sure he didn’t have anything sharp or dangerous, he stumbled upon the medication by accident. It was obvious that Chris didn’t always take it and Hunter wasn’t sure how to talk to the other about it. Hunter held the back of Chris’s head as the other cried into his shirt, he wanted the blonde as close to him as physically possible. “It’s okay baby it’s okay.” He said softly stroking his hair. “You’re a good girl now, it’s all okay.” Hunter reassured Chris that he was good once again because he knew that the other often needed reassurance after misbehaving. Hunter knew Chris would always have some kind of fears from what he had been through in the past, but he knew that it was not his fault. Hunter smiled at Chris as he watched the amusement and childlike happiness on the other’s face as he looked at the stickers. “Yes very pretty sweetheart. Not as pretty as you but still pretty.” He smiled. Hunter knew what he just said was cheesy but he couldn’t help it when it came to Chris. The blonde made him want to say things like that, he just loved him so much. Hunter chuckled at Chris’s request. “You want them on your butt?” He asked laughing again. “Why do you want them there baby?” He said with a grin, the amusement clear on his face. Hunter laughed again and then sighed “Yeah you can put some on me.” He said in almost an exasperated tone. The older male unzipped his pants and pulled them down a bit before waiting for Chris to pull them the rest of the way off, he didn’t want to do it himself and end up brushing against Chris’s ass in some way that hurt him.

Chris knew that he should’ve been taking his medicine - it was one of the few things he remembered when he was big and little, but he always decided against it. It left a bad taste in his mouth, literally, and that had always turned him off from it, as well as just the general side effects. If Hunter brought it up or asked him to take it he probably would, but without being asked it just wasn’t likely. He also knew that he couldn’t use that as an excuse for his behavior - if he took his medication the behavior wouldn’t be an issue, but he didn’t and that was his choice, albeit a bad one. He did still wish that he had the razors he’d had in his bag, but they’d just disappeared; where they went, he was unsure, but he figured someone had taken them from his bags. That was for the best, of course. “Thank you, daddy,” He said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the older male’s chest. “Just wanna be good for you.” The blonde always needed that reassurance, no matter how slight or harsh a punishment may have been. In the past he’d never had that, he’d always get berated and yelled at afterward, even if he truly had learnt his lesson about whatever it was that he’d done wrong. After punishments it made him feel better to have that reassurance and love, the aftercare he needed. Shifting a bit, he gave the other a grin and pecked Hunter’s cheek. “You’re pretty too. We’re pretty like the stickers, it’s adorable.” Chris always loved when the other made cheesy comments - it made him happy most of the time, even if he was upset. The blonde loved these things, the stickers and the cheesy things, all of it. “’Cause they’ll make my butt pretty. Please, daddy?” After a moment he lifted up a bit, pulling Hunter’s pants down with ease as he made sure not to rub them against his ass and thighs. Once he did that, he peeled off a sticker and pulled the older male’s underwear down some, placing the sticker under his belly button.

Hunter never really understood why Chris continued to misbehave when he knew he would be punished for it and it would make him upset. Hunter nodded, he liked when Chris thanked him, it made him feel appreciated and like the punishments and discipline were actually affecting Chris and he was learning from them. Hunter sighed and pulled Chris to his chest, not caring if his shirt was ruined from the tears that would soon be soaking the fabric. “It’s okay little one, daddy’s got you now.” He whispered as he rubbed Chris’s back. Hunter hated to see the small male cry but he didn’t want him to stop or hold back if he felt like crying. Hunter knew the other had fears of being left alone, after things like this and in general. Hunter remembered when Chris expressed his fear about being given back to Charlie or handed off to his father, but Hunter would never leave him. Hunter would never dream of leaving him to deal with the aftermath of punishment on his own, he was too little to handle any of it. Hunter made sure to always give Chris the proper attention and physical care after punishment. It was very important to him almost more important than the punishment itself, he needed to make sure Chris was okay and cared for. The older male knew Chris had trouble taking care of himself so he always took that responsibility of making sure the smaller male was properly cared for and he enjoyed taking care of him. Hunter nodded pressing a kiss to Chris’s forehead. “You’re welcome princess.” He smiled. Hunter knew that the pacifier and the sippy cup, as well as the stickers and the stuffed animal would all help distract Chris from the pain he was feeling and prevent him from throwing a fit or becoming more upset. Having something else to focus on often calmed him down. Hunter chuckled at the blonde’s request. “Sure baby.” He said smiling. The older male opened the book up taking a sticker out and stuck it to Chris’s forehead, then he took another one and stuck it to the top of Chris’s thigh.

Truthfully, Chris figured that his acting out and misbehaving stemmed from the ADHD. The fact that he usually didn’t take his medication had a lot to do with it, but he wasn’t going to admit to that. He wasn’t even sure if he’d told Hunter that he took medicine for it or not - but either way he hadn’t been taking it regularly for quite some time. After things like this, though, he tended to calm down some because he felt that he could control himself better, as well as have the older male there to help keep him under control. The blonde sniffled, crying into the other’s shirt now that he knew it was okay to do. He wiped his nose on it a bit, not caring anymore if he got tears or even a little bit of snot on Hunter. Even though he knew that he wasn’t going to be given back to Charlie or his father, Chris still had that fear. He wasn’t sure why, but it was there in the back of his mind. He trusted the older male, of course, and knew that realistically he wouldn’t do that kind of thing, but it was hard for him to completely rid himself of that fear. If he were ever left to deal with this kind of thing on his own, he wouldn’t know how to handle it. He was sure that, that type of thing would only worsen his fear. But he appreciated greatly that Hunter wouldn’t do that to him - he’d proven that by now, he’d taken such good care of Chris over all this time. As the older male was placing stickers on him, the blonde alternated briefly between the pacifier and the sippy cup, a smile still evident on his lips even though he had those things in his mouth. “They’re so pretty,” He murmured, looking up at Hunter with a grin. “Wanna put some on you. Wanna put some on my butt.” Shifting a bit, he reached down and tugged at the other’s pants gently, staring down at Hunter’s lap. “Pants off? Wanna put stickers. Please?”