In spite of the contents of his Easter eggs being less than desirable, Ben was still looking forward to his scene with Caleb. He was looking forward to working with someone new and he was feeling especially dominant this weekend. The cage and paddle were already contents of his play room, so the only thing he needed to obtain was the bunny tail. It was shipped to his apartment within a day and just in time for when Caleb showed up on Sunday afternoon. Ben was dressed in a simple pair of black jeans and a white tee when he opened up the door to greet Caleb. “Hello, Caleb. You may crawl in and follow me into the play room.” @calebswitching
Caleb wasn’t going to do his own scene from the easter eggs, but he was happy to help other people with theirs. Especially since Sir Dave’s eggs honestly sounded fun. Well, except the 4am part. He’d already done that once with Miss Frankie, and he wasn’t a fan of having to wake up when it was dark and chilly and run over to the Dom dorm. Once he was there, though, he knew he’d probably enjoy himself. He knelt outside of Dave’s door and knocked, only for it to open just as he yawned.
WHO: Elliot Smythe (egg holder) & Eric Anderson [ @ericxanders ]
WHEN: 7th April 2019.
WHERE: Dance studio
EGG ITEMS: Dance studio, crop & shackles
Eric had be more than willing to be Elliot’s partner for the Easter Egg event; the second the Switch mentioned a crop being involved, he’d been sold. Elliot was attractive, and when he’d told him some Dominants would be eagerly awaiting the opportunity to put him over their knee, he’d been including himself. ‘Have you had any experience with pain play since the last time we spoke?’ He asked curiously. The dance studio was the perfect place for a scene. The mirrors lining the room made it impossible for a submissive not to watch themselves, and it ensured he could see their face even when standing behind them. ‘Remind me of your limits and your safeword and we can get started.’
Elliot hasn’t done many scenes since being here and the ones I had done have only been with Judas so he was looking forward to exploring a little bit more. Plus, he couldn’t deny how attractive Eric was so that was certainly a bonus. Elliot shrugs his shoulders in response. “Does spanking count?” he asks. He figures it does but he’s not exactly a spokesperson for pain play. He’d certainly never done anything in front of this many mirrors, not that he was complaining, it would just be very different and very new. “Yes, sir,” he responses. The word ‘sir’ is starting to become easier for him to use but again he mostly just uses it with Judas. “My limits are anything involving bodily fluids, expect the obvious of course,” he says with a small smirk on his lips. “And anything that is dubious consent, even if it is consensual,” he says, narrowing his eyes - the sentence makes sense in his brain. “My safeword is gambler,” he adds.
Eric: ‘Spanking definitely counts. I’m only slightly disappointed I wasn’t the one to get you over my lap.’ he winks, a teasing tone evident in his voice. ‘What did you think? I know that’s only a little taste but was it something you enjoyed?’ The biggest draw with pain play for him is on one hand, the level of trust someone puts in you in allowing you to hurt them, and on the other hand, it’s being able to combine pain and pleasure in such a way that the submissive is begging for release. ‘Strip, fold your clothes and set them aside.’ he instructs after confirming he’s heard and understand his safeword and his limits. He spots a chair off to the side and drags it into the middle of the room. ‘I was going to start this with you in bondage like we discussed but frankly, the idea of you over my lap is too appealing to pass up.’ he grins, taking a seat. ‘When you’re ready Elliot, lay yourself across for me.
Elliot raises his eyebrows at Eric’s words, smirking at him. “There’s time for that,” he replies. Honestly Elliot has great difficulty not falling at the feet of very attractive people and the Dom is definitely that. “I did enjoy it,” he confirms. “A lot, actually,” he adds after a moment's thought. He definitely wants to try impact play more, he is weak for it and he isn’t ashamed to admit that. He needs to start learning he doesn’t need to get drunk to have sex with someone. While he knows scenes are a little different they’re still sexual so same thing. “Hm, yes, Sir,” he agrees easily. He removes his clothes slowly before neatly folding them and putting them to one side as instructed. “Oh?” he says when Eric changes his mind on the bondage thing. “Whatever you want you can have,” he says with a smirk before he gets himself into position on Eric.
Eric: Elliot’s weight over his lap is familiar and comforting; something he greatly enjoys. This is always a favourite way to start a scene; the idea of making someone bend over you lap often plays in mild humiliation which he loves and he likes the intimacy that comes with it. He trails his fingers down the Switch’s back and rubs his hand over the curve of his ass. ‘This is important yeah?’ he explains, offering some education since he’s aware this is a new thing for Elliot. ‘Spanking with a hand before you more on to other tools is important because it warms up your skin.’ He brings his hand back and lands a smooth strike across both cheeks. ‘It draws all the blood to the surface of your skin which helps prepare you for some of the pain and also reduces the risk of bruising.’ As he speaks, he continues to strike his ass; he gains confidence as he does so and increases the power behind each slap. The sound reverberates in the room and that’s the only thing better than the heat starting to radiate from his skin. ‘How’re you feeling gorgeous?
Elliot hasn’t been over many laps but he could certainly get used to this. He still doesn’t quite know how to act during a scene his instinct is always to reply with sarcastic, none serious remarks but Eric sounds serious. Although the words that come out of his mouth aren’t, “You just wanted to get your hands on me, Sir.” His voice is teasing and while he understand what Eric is saying and it is helpful because he never knew that before and it’s always nice to learn new things. He welcomes the impacts through, he likes the way they stings. He doesn’t know Eric very well but after their night out he’s decided he likes him, and in this moment he’s liking him a whole lot more. “Good, Sir,” he responses, smiling at the word ‘gorgeous’, it does sound good coming from Eric’s lips.
Eric: ‘Oh, I’m not even going to pretend that I haven’t been itching to get my hands on you.’ he teases right back. It’s a nice development to encourage; yes, a scene should be serious but there’s not reason it can’t be playful and light too. Satisfied with the impression he’s already left on the Switch’s ass, he decides to stop before he gets too distracted. ‘Good boy.’ he praises, rubbing his hand over the reddened skin. ‘On your feet for me; now I get to tie you up exactly the way I want you.’ The shackles are a little heavier than what he’d normally go for but after directing Elliot to hold out his wrists, he secures them in place. He threads a length of rope through, and knots it above his head in order to pull his arms straight above his head. He’s not suspended but it does leave him fully exposed. Standing in front of him, he rests his hands against the Switch’s hips and slowly slides a hand down to palm his crotch. ‘I think it goes without saying that you’re not permitted to cum without my permission.’ he reminds him. ‘I know your task called for a crop and we’ll get to that but I plan on introducing you to a few other tools too.’ He shows him two rubber paddles; one is studded and one has the word slut cut out of it. ‘You get the choice between the two; similar pain level but they’ll leave very different patterns. Which one do you want?’
Elliot: “I knew it,” Elliot replies, satisfied that that’s actual the truth and at the fact he knows he doesn’t have to be oh so serious all the time when doing scenes with Eric, because he does plan on doing more with him and hopes the feeling is mutual. Elliot quickly gets to his feet, enjoying how his ass feels. He finds a mirror to see how red it has gotten just from the Dom’s hand alone and smirks. He’s eager to be tied up, has always known that that would be one of the things he enjoys the most about the whole D/s dynamic. It’s nice, as well, to be doing this with a Dom that seems to know what they’re doing. He sucks in a breath when he feels Eric’s hand on his crotch. Being tied up, restricted, it just gets to Elliot, makes him maybe a little bit too weak at the knees but it’s welcomed. He nods his head. “Yes, Sir,” e says although he’s never been told when he came come so this will be interesting. “That one,” he says pointing to the one that he can see is studded. That definitely looks like it will be fun. “Please,” he adds for good measure, drawing the word out, his tone light and innocent.
Eric: He watches him deliberate and grins when he makes his choice. ‘Good choice gorgeous.’ he grins, setting the other aside. He touches the paddle flat against Elliot’s stomach and slowly drags it over his skin as he moves behind him. The cool metal, he knows from experience, feels great when your skin is starting to just be a little overheated. He looks up, and watches Elliot’s face in the mirror in front of them. ‘Keep your eyes on yourself Elliot. I want you to see just how wonderfully you react.’ he advises before bringing the paddle back and striking it firmly against his ass. He changes his angle and rarely hits the same place twice; the studs are peppering a pattern across his skin and like every time, he finds himself fascinated with how decorated his skin becomes.
Elliot sucks in a breath when he feels the metal along his body, it’s welcomed when he feels the cool metal slide along his ass. “Yes, Sir,” he complies easily. He’s never watched himself in any sexual situation, mostly been too drunk to even remember them, so he lets himself take this one. The narcissistic in him feels like this is long overdue. Plus, he also gets to see Eric in the process. With every strike against his ass, breathy moans and hisses leave his lips, lips that never close, his mouth is gaped open in pleasure. He blinks a few times on impact but every hit is welcomed and his ass stings more and more. He can feel his eyes watering slightly, and he’s getting harder with each blow.
Eric: Elliot’s response is better than he imagined. The sounds that fall from his lips; breathless moans that ask him for more without words having to be exchanged, echo in the otherwise empty room along with the heavy smack of rubber against his skin. ‘Listen to yourself gorgeous.’ he remarks, drawing attention. He’s done with the paddle and he sets it aside and unashamedly gropes Elliot’s vivid red ass between two hands and squeezes roughly. ‘In my opinion, your ass should always look like this.’ He gives another hard swat with his hand. ‘The paddle was definitely a good choice. I think we’ll move on to the crop now.’ He swishes it through the air, letting him hear it before he repeats the motion and strikes his sit spot. ‘A crop is wonderful for delivering slightly more concentrated pain to specific spots.’ he explains, allowing the tip to trail slightly between his cheeks. ‘One of my favourite things to do is make pretty submissives, like yourself, bend over and hold your cheeks apart so I can hit in a much more sensitive area.’ he grins. He moves the crop now between his legs and gives his balls a light tap.
Elliot: “I could get used to you calling me gorgeous,” he says and it’s only then he realises how wrecked his is, they haven’t even gotten to the crop yet and his so hard he can barely think straight, this whole not being able to cum until told thing is probably going to be proven to be a little difficult. All he can hear is himself, though, his moans mixed with the sound of metal hitting his ass and it’s so good. He gasps as Eric’s hand smacks against his reddened ass. “Maybe you should make it your mission to keep my ass red, Sir,” he says in response, looking at Eric directly through the mirror. His face is flushed but it’s not nearly as red as his ass. Every little touch to his ass feels so much more than it would have if the crop hadn’t been used first. “Hmm, want me to put myself more on show for you, Sir?” he asks before a biting down on his tongue gently, a innocent look in his eyes.
Eric: He’s always in awe of people like Elliot; in awe because they take so much and sound beyond incredible during. He doesn’t even have to touch his skin now to feel the heat radiating from it. The Switch’s entire body is flushed, and his eyes darken with lust anew every time he properly takes in the sight of him. He lands a swat against his nipple, and then against the other. He pushes more and lands a swat, albeit a significantly lighter one, against Elliot’s cock. ‘Would you like it if I kept your ass red?’ He teases, trailing the leather tip up and down his length. ‘Be careful what you wish for gorgeous. I may take you up on that suggestion and take you over my lap whenever it suits me, whatever time of day.’ He suggests, picturing the scenario in his head. ‘You’re definitely going to be putting yourself on show for me. We’re going back to my place after this and I’m going to fuck you until you can only moan my name.’ He twists his fingers in his hair and gives a tug, drawing his head up. ‘I’m curious as to what you want more; do you want me to keep going or are you too desperate to cum?’
Elliot: With every touch comes a need to beg for more and he knows it’s going to come to that, begging. The swat to his cock makes him gasps loudly, eyes shutting tightly for a moment. “Fuck,” he moans as he opens his eyes to look at Eric again. “I think I really would,” he tells him. His cock twitches in interest. He’s eager for release but at the same time he’s enjoying this way too much to want it to end just yet. “I think I could handle that, Sir,” he responds, smirking. Maybe he could, maybe he couldn’t, but he definitely wants to find out. He’s never wanted to beg so much in his life and when Eric talks about fucking him, he lets out a breathy moan before letting out a huff of a laugh. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” he asks already knowing the answer. Elliot is loving it too, though, so it works. He groans, eyes fluttering shut as the Dom pulls at his hair, he’s definitely a slut for that. He’s always liked being pulling his hair during sex. “I don’t know,” he answers honestly, he can barely think straight let alone make a decision, he’s bad at them when he can think straight. He looks at himself, see his hard he is, how flushed he looks and his ass is on fire. “Can I cum?” he asks and as soon as he says it he knows that’s what he wants more. “Please, Sir, imagine me coming, moaning your name as I do, it’ll echo in here.”
Eric: The idea of pulling Elliot over his lap in the middle of the cafeteria or somewhere in a hallway, where anyone could watch, was now burned into his brain and something he had every intention of following through with. ‘I am loving every second of this gorgeous. What’s not to love?’ He teases, swatting the crop lightly and quickly against his cock. ‘I think you can beg me a little better than that.’ He encourages. The Switch’s voice is raspy and dripping with need and he’s compelled to just push him a little further. He wants him to give himself over completely, to completely fall apart. He continues to smack the leather tip of his crop against Elliot’s skin, striking a nipple, his thigh, his ass. There’s no pattern to where he strikes him, and it’s all for his own pleasure right now. ‘I wonder if I can make you cum without touching your cock.’ He muses with a wink. ‘I’m going to loosen the bondage; I want you to bend over and I’ll draw your arms behind you. The ropes will support you gorgeous; I promise. I’m going to fuck you right here, where you can watch and enjoy the fact that anyone might walk in and see you like this.’
Elliot: “Exactly, Sir; what’s not to love?” He replies, smirking at the Dom. He’s not an idiot he knows he’s an attractive guy and he likes seeing attractive people fall apart for himself so it’s not out there that the same thing is happening here. He wonders if not having his cock touched would be torture but at the same time it could be fun to see if Eric can make him cum without touching it. With how far gone he is, he doesn’t think it’d be impossible. “Yes, Sir,” he replies easily. He follows the order easily and bends over, ready and waiting for this. He’s desperate and needy right now and he wants nothing more than to cum at Eric’s hands, or cock, either way he wants it and if Eric wants him to beg for it he will.
Eric: ‘Good boy.’ he praises, enjoying the fact the Elliot is giving him reason after reason to praise his behaviour. He’s responding so beautifully and he’s confident that this won’t be the last time they do a scene together. This whole experience has been entirely too intoxicating for it to be a one time thing. ‘You’re fucking stunning like this.’ he muses, rubbing his hand back and forth over his ass. He must be positively aching and frankly, that knowledge sends more blood rushing south. He grabs a bottle of lube and turns it upside down, allowing it to run down over his ass. His fingers follow and he takes his time in pressing a single digit in. He doesn’t force anything; just stays consistent until it slips past the tight ring of muscle. He takes his time with him, enjoying the process of stretching his ass; adding a second and eventually a third finger. He’s thrusting inside him now, and curling his fingers deep inside him. ‘You feel so good gorgeous. Convince me you want me cock, convince me your deserve it.’ he teases.
Elliot honestly loves hearing people complimenting him, loves knowing when people find him attractive and the fact it’s coming from Eric, who is ridiculously hot, is even better. “Hmm, thank you, Sir,” he replies.The cool lube on his ass is so welcoming and he practically melts as it runs down his ass. The switch is so turned on that there’s no issues with him taking each finger the Dom gives him, with each stretch and movement inside of him, he practically whimpers. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he grits out but there’s no real menace behind it, he wants to fall apart at Eric’s hands. “Please fuck me, Sir, I’ve been such a good boy, you keep saying so, I deserve it,” his voice is low, he’s breathing heavily and the desperation is clear in his voice. “I want you, Sir, my cock is aching for you, it’s so hard for you, only you, Sir.”
Eric: If he hadn’t been planning to fuck him then and there, the way he started to plead would have convinced him. His neediness was evident the moment he parted his lips to speak and that was exactly where Eric wanted him. He pulled Elliot’s ass back and ground his clothed crotch against him, allowing him to feel how hard he was and providing himself with a little relief. He made short work of pushing his pants down, and rolling a condom over his length; a low groan escaping his lips. He gave his ass another hard swat for no other reason other than he could, and he spread his cheeks apart. ‘Fuck.’ He breathed, drinking in the sight of him. He looked incredible and he knew the Switch knew it. He pushed forward, nudging the head of his cock against his hole. He rolled his hips forward slowly, inching inside him and he didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed. He grunted. He held himself like that for a beat, allowing Elliot to adjust to the additional stretch and then pulled back. He found a rhythm, starting off relatively slow and steady. He rolled his hips forward hard, enjoying the heavy sound of skin smacking against skin.
Elliot watches every movement from the Dom through the mirrors, eyes unable to tear away from him. He bites down on his bottom lip, watching as Eric put the condom on. Anticipation hangs in the air as he waits for what he’s been needing for what feels like a lifetime. As he feels Eric push in, his body easily accepts it, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels himself get full. He easily adjusts to the feeling of being full and pushes his ass back, even though Eric couldn’t get further inside him if he tried. When Eric starts to move, the whimpers and groans that escape the switch’s lips can’t be helped. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Elliot says between the grunts, his voice rough as he speaks.
Eric: If being attracted to someone’s voice was a thing, that was what Eric would say he was feeling in that moment. Elliot’s voice sounded incredible. It was rough, raspy and words only seemed to slip out between noises that sent blood rushing south. ‘You were made to take cock weren’t you gorgeous?’ He grunts. The noises he’s making are almost animalistic. His grip tightens on Elliot’s hips and he pulls him back to meet every forceful thrust. He looks up, watching the Switch’s expressions twist in the reflection of the mirror. His whole body is flushed, the room smells of sex and sweat and Elliot feels gloriously tight around his cock. He changes his angle, pressing deeper inside the man and brings a hand down to roughly squeeze his ass. This is all about immediate desire and pleasure; and he loses himself in the ecstasy of it.
Elliot couldn’t think straight, he could barely speak at this point. He tries to respond to Eric but nothing really comes out excerpt for a muffled string of nonsense mixed with moans. When the angel changes, Elliot’s whole body seems to vibrate, he’s one step away from falling apart. “fuck,” he hisses out, voice wrecked. At the squeeze to his sore ass, he lets out a hiss of pleasure, eyes squeezing shut for a second. He gasps and lets out a loud moan. Heat pools in his stomach, his cock twitches and his breath comes out short, mixed with groans and a moan of the Dom’s name as he cums.
Eric: His own orgasm hits him hard shortly after Elliot’s, and in his hazy state, he can’t find it in himself to admonish the Switch for not asking direct permission before he came. It’s a conversation for later and right now, his focus is on pushing them both through waves of pleasure, ensuring they ride out every last second. He catches his breath and gives a breathless chuckle. ‘Fucking hell gorgeous.’ He pulls out as gently as he can, ties the condom off and tosses it in the trash can. He moves around to Elliot’s front, and cups his cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth lightly. ‘You were incredible Elliot.’ He praises warmly, ‘How’re you feeling?’
Elliot’s whole body feels weak and lifeless after they’ve come ridden through their orgasms. He could probably drop to the floor and sleep for about a month after that. He’s breathing heavily, his chest raising and falling with every breath, it echoes around the empty room, mixing with the heavy breaths coming from Eric. He lets out a breathless laugh at the words because true. “I know,” he agrees. “You were just as good, Sir,” he replies, smiling at the Dom. He definitely needs to start having sex sober more often, he thinks to himself. “I’m good, more than good. Ass is sore and I just nearly died from an orgasm, not sure it can get much better than that,” he answers, smirking slightly. “How are you feeling?”
Eric: He laughs at his description, and shakes his head. ‘That would be the first time I’ve nearly killed someone with an orgasm.’ He teases. ‘You’ve made quite the mess haven’t you?’ He remarks, nodding towards the white ropes decorating his chest, and the little that’s ended up on the floor. ‘I’m feeling great.’ He answers, tucking himself back into his pants and buttoning up. ‘I’m gonna untie you now yeah; let your arms down very slowly and just kneel for me.’ He instructs. ‘I’m gonna clean up a bit and then we’re going to back to my place. He did as he explained, and took some time to massage his wrists, and along his arms with firm, intentional fingertips. While Elliot kneels, He repacks everything into his bag, haphazardly and quickly; everything can be properly cleaned and cared for later. He cleans up any evidence of them having been there, and produces a robe for Elliot. ‘It’s up to you if you want to get dressed now or not. Most people I scene with tend to prefer to remain naked or wear this, because it’s easy, light and it really doesn’t matter if it gets ruined.’ He explains. ‘What do you want gorgeous?’
Elliot: “Glad I could be your first, then,” he replies, smirking. He lets out a huff of a laugh at the Dom’s words, shrugging his shoulders. “The messier the better, I say.” Elliot knows as soon as he’s untied his arms are going to feel like jelly considering how long they have been restrained for so he’s a little prepared when it actually happens. He feels weak but it’s a good sort of weak. “Okay, Sir,” he says before he groans quietly when Eric starts to massage him. As he’s kneeling he looks around the empty room, wonders how long they’ve been there and how loud they were being, although he’s not bothered if anyone did hear them. “Yeah, I’ll take it, thank you, Sir.”
Caleb met Eric after classes on Monday, the last day to fulfill one of the Easter Egg scenes. He was honestly exhausted at this point, he’d done so many scenes over the previous week, and it had been emotionally intense for other reasons as well. But Caleb really liked Eric, and he wanted to help. And he knew Eric would be gentle with him. Well, for a given value of gentle. They both knew Caleb liked pain. But Eric was emotionally gentle with him. Eric always told him he was a good boy. Caleb wanted to please him. After classes were over, Caleb went out to the football field, where Eric had instructed him to meet, and waited for the Dominant to arrive as well.
Eric knew how busy Caleb’s week had been; he knew first hand that it had been intense and that it had had a heavy emotional impact at times. He felt good about their play the day before; he’d pushed him and Maverick hard and both submissives had responded beautifully and neither had been afraid to speak up when they needed something more. He took that as a personal victory. He’d been so busy with other things during the week that he’d intended to leave his egg scene however sometime on Sunday evening, it had occurred to him to ask Caleb. He’d asked him specifically trusting in his own ability to take care of him and also in the hopes that a simple scene would serve as a reminder and reinforcement that he was a good boy and a submissive to be proud of. He met him at the bleachers, immediately leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. ‘Hello beautiful.’ He greeted warmly. ‘How’s your ass feeling today?’ He teased.
Caleb looked up at smiled at the sight of the Dominant. The kiss was a surprise, but a nice one. “Hello, Sir,” he said, standing up and moving closer, obviously happy to see him. “It’s sore, Sir. But in a good way. Not super painful, just sore. I like a sore ass. Makes me think of our scene every time I sit down, and anyway, it feels nice.” He looked down and shyly added, “I kept shifting in my chair to make it hurt during classes.”
Caleb’s admission immediately brought a smile to his lips. ‘Is that so?’ he asked, reaching out to squeeze his waist before sliding his hand around to grope his ass. ‘We make a right pair then don’t we? Because I take a great deal of pleasure in giving you a sore ass.’ he winked. ‘I wasn’t planning on giving you a spanking before walking you out to the fifty yard line but since you’re so fond of it, I think I’ll do exactly that.’ he nodded. ‘You’re here for my pleasure though and I don’t want you to get too excited so before we go any further, I want you to take your pants and your underwear down so I can cage your cock.’ he informed him. ‘I picked a cage specifically with your penchant for pain in mind actually.’ he confessed.
Caleb flushed red and looked down, but he was smiling at Eric’s teasing and the way he grabbed Caleb’s sore bottom. He looked up at the mention of another spanking, hopeful. Since he was already sore, it wouldn’t take much of a spanking to make his ass nice and red and warm and aching. He nodded quickly when Eric continued, and pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles. When he straightened up, he realized that there were people on the track, watching, and Caleb blushed even more furiously.
‘You’re here with me Caleb; nothing else matters.’ He remarked, watching him take notice of the people running on the track. He wasn’t sure how comfortable Caleb was with exhibitionism although he recognised it wasn’t a limit because he agreed to be here in the first place. He spoke to remind him that he was safe; he was there as his submissive and that was a responsibility he took seriously. ‘Such a good boy.’ he hummed. ‘Turn around and let me see the marks I’ve already left.’ he requested. When Caleb turned, he ran his fingers lightly over the light brusing and the raised welts that were a product of the cane. ‘Beautiful.’ he remarked simply before touching his waist to guide him in turning around. ‘This is a Kali’s Teeth cock cage.’ he explained, showing him the toy. ‘There’s teeth on the inside that will apply some pressure if you do start to get aroused.’ he explained. ‘It’s not unbearable, it’s not overly painful; but it is a little sore and definitely uncomfortable.’ he clarified. ‘Are you happy for me to use this today or would you feel more comfortable with something else?’
Caleb looked down, away from the other students, and nodded, grateful for the reminder. “Yes, Sir.” He smiled a little at the praise, which always felt nice, and turned around to let Eric see his bottom, even leaning forward to give him a better view. He flushed with pride at Eric’s reaction. It made him feel so special, carrying Sir Eric’s marks. He shuffled around again, pants still pooled around his ankles, and looked at the cage that Eric had brought. He was a little nervous, unsure how much it would hurt, but he was sure he could take it. And he wanted so badly to please Sir Eric. “Yes, Sir,” he said, nodding. “I can use this one, please.”
‘I was so hoping you’d say that.’ he admitted, closing his fingers around Caleb’s length and giving a gentle tug to draw him in even closer. ‘I think you’ll enjoy it beautiful.’ he told him, making it clear he’d chosen it to be something he enjoyed. With practiced ease, he secured the ring around his length and then instructed him to position himself over his lap. Caleb’s weight was comfortable across his thighs and he took another opportunity to squeeze his already bruised ass. ‘Any time you feel like you need a spanking; any time you want it to hurt when you sit Caleb, I want you to come tell me. You look so incredible.’ he praised, bringing his hand back and landing it with a firm smack. He allowed heavy smacks to rain down; starting off lightly and gradually building to the more heavy thwacks they both preferred.
The cock cage wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it wasn’t really uncomfortable either. He could tell it wouldn’t feel good if he started to get hard, but with his dick soft, it just kind of sat there, and didn’t bother him too much. As he arranged himself over Eric’s lap, though, he ended up with his cock trapped against the Dom’s thigh, which made the cage push into his dick more. That was definitely uncomfortable. Not quite painful, though. He wasn’t going to complain. “Thank you, Sir,” he murmured at the praise. Dave had said the same thing to him, recently. That he should ask whenever he wanted a sore ass. It was weird, that both of them would offer like that to him. Caleb wasn’t sure he’d ever ask, because he didn’t want to bother them, but it felt nice that they’d offer. As the spanking started, Caleb groaned softly. He’d been through quite the week, culminating in a serious spanking from Sir Eric, and his ass was already quite sore. It didn’t take much for him to start squirming in Eric’s lap as his ass started throbbing again.
He was careful. He knew first hand a little of the abuse Caleb’s ass had taken during the week and he didn’t want to make him so uncomfortable or sore that he couldn’t continue to function normally. ‘Fucking gorgeous.’ he praised, rubbing his hands lightly over the now bright red skin. ‘After today though, I want you taking a good break from this sort of play; several days at least. You need to make sure to give yourself time to recover.’ he remarked, giving a final light tap. ‘Up you get sweet boy. You can pull your pants back up.’ he explained, recognising the beginnings of the chill that came as the afternoon became early evening. ‘There’s no football practice and I think we ought to make use of the empty field.’ he teased. ‘I’m gonna walk you out there and you’re gonna put that pretty mouth of yours to good use.’ he winked.
Caleb groaned as Eric rubbed his raw, sensitive skin. It felt so good, just the perfect amount of pain, making him start to slip into subspace. It was so peaceful there. “Yes, Sir,” he answered, knowing that Eric was probably right. He needed to let his skin heal every so often. He didn’t want to think about that now, though, while his ass was aching so perfectly. He stood up, and groaned again when the movement made the cock cage dig into his dick, which had started to harden during the spanking. He grimaced, but it faded after a second, and he pulled his pants up. “Yes, Sir,” he murmured again, and sent Eric a smile. There were several spectators now, people who had clearly watched the spanking, and Caleb flushed as he saw one of them with their phone out. He wasn’t going to complain, though. There wasn’t anything wrong with serving Sir Eric like this. There was no reason to be embarrassed.
‘Say the word and I’ll have them put their phone away. We’re asking to be watched being out in public but it’s not okay to record this in anyway if you’re not comfortable with it.’ he hummed, speaking in a voice that was just met for the Switch. ‘I’m goi’ng to put a play collar around your neck and use a leash to walk you; I don’t expect you to crawl.’ he explained. He wouldn’t have asked that of anyone without knee pads and additional support; especially not outside. ‘Lift your head beautiful.’ he instructed before he put the thick, black collar around his neck. He wished he’d planned this far enough in advance that he could have bought a collar specifically for Caleb in future scenes like this; but without knowing if he’d enjoy it as much as Maverick had, he figured it was possibly for the best. He clipped the leash in place and gave a gentle tug. ‘Keep the leash loose. If it becomes strained, you’ll earn a swat to your cock.’ he informed him. Making his expectations and consequences clear was something he was consciously making an effort to improve on. ‘Follow me.’
Caleb shook his head, though he moved closer to Eric, feeling a little like he wanted the Dom to hide him. “No, it’s okay, Sir. I know I’m not doing anything wrong. I don’t mind if they post it somewhere or something, people will just see me serving you.” He sent Eric a small smile before ducking his head to let Eric put the collar on him. He’d been coming to really enjoy having a leash in the past week, as this was the third time it had been used on him. He liked the way it tugged on his collar when the Dom redirected him or pulled him closer. “Yes, Sir,” he said with a nod, and followed Eric closely.
‘You are far from wrong beautiful.’ he nodded in agreement. He was incredibly proud to have a submissive like Caleb walking along, collared and leashed, next to him and that pride was clear to read on his face. He led him out to the fifty yard line; front and centre for anyone around them to enjoy the show. ‘On your knees Caleb.’ he instructed firmly. He knew the people around them could be distracting, as could the discomfort the ring was no doubt causing and he wanted to do everything to ensure Caleb’s focus remained on him. ‘Take my cock out and use your mouth to get me hard.’ he directed, keeping the leash in hand as his fingers slid into his hair.
Eric looked so pleased, it made Caleb smile back at him and relax. It really didn’t matter much who was watching, if Sir Eric was going to look at him like that. Caleb dropped to his knees immediately when ordered and smiled up at Eric. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” He opened Eric’s pants, and gingerly pulled out his dick, then clasped his hands behind his back. He pushed his head into Eric’s hand for just a second, nuzzling him, then wrapped his lips around the tip of Eric’s dick and sucked.
There was something so fantastic about the fact Caleb knew what he wanted before having to ask for it; he responded to him so wonderfully and it felt incredible. He let out a low groan as the wet heat of his mouth surrounded his cock, and already aroused by the spanking and the way the Switch had squirmed against him, it didn’t take him long to stiffen between his lips. ‘So fucking good.’ He praised tightening his grip on his hair. Slowly, he began to take control of what was happening. He rocked his hips forward, pushing further down Caleb’s throat and made short work of finding a greedy rhythm that spoke to just how much he enjoyed the Switch.
Caleb would have grinned up at Eric were his lips not stretched around his perfect cock. He sucked more of Eric’s dick into his mouth, bobbing up and down and leaving the whole thing slick with spit. When Eric’s hand tightened in his hair, Caleb groaned. He loved the pain of a fist in his hair, and the way it controlled his movements. He was all too happy to relax his jaw and let Eric thrust into him. He tried to match his rhythm as much as he could, sucking every time Eric pulled out.
He increased his pace and in that moment, Caleb was a toy for him to play with. Something for him to use to get off and it was amazing to have that connection with someone; someone who was comfortable and trusted him enough to allow him to push them to that place. Sparks of pleasure electrified his body and he was only more aroused by the few by-standers they had attracted. He could hear muttered comments about how good Caleb was, how obedient and that was beyond thrilling for the Dom. For this brief amount of time, Caleb was his submissive and he was more than impressive. He held his cock at the back of throat, his stomach tightening as his orgasm crept closer. ‘Hollow your cheeks pretty thing.’ He groaned.
It was both humiliating and incredibly erotic to be used like this. As he knelt there, hands behind his back, Sir Eric’s hand in his hair and dick shoving back into his throat, Caleb felt completely owned, like his only purpose was Sir’s pleasure. It felt like a privilege, like he was special to be chosen and allowed to serve Sir Eric like this, where anyone could see. He could hear some of their voices, but he didn’t process any of their words. His world had shrunk to focus only on Eric. Everything else was blurry and unimportant. He groaned when Eric thrust into him particularly hard. He sucked as hard as he could, trying with everything he had to be obedient to Sir Eric’s every desire.
His orgasm hit him hard and he scarcely had time to give Caleb any warning other than a quick muttering. The Switch’s name left his lips in a rough growl and he fucked his throat mercilessly, milking every second of pleasure he could take from him. ‘Swallow everything beautiful.’ He demanded as he pulled back. His cock left his mouth with an obscene pop that seemed to echo. ‘Such a good boy.’ He praised warmly, enthusiastically. ‘With such a pretty mouth.’ He added, letting the head of his cock just rest against his lower lip before he pulled away completely. ‘Fix me up boy.’ He demanded next, emphasising Caleb’s place in all this.
Caleb would have swallowed without being told, he would never just spit out a Dominant’s load when it was given to him. He swallowed repeatedly, getting everything down, until Eric was done and pulled away. He beamed up at the Dominant, so proud of having been good and useful. “Yes, Sir, thank you so much, Sir,” Caleb murmured before he started to very carefully lick Eric clean. He could hear the people around them more clearly now, some of their comments, some of which were lewd, some impressed with Caleb’s performance. He grinned to himself, and thought privately that it wouldn’t be that bad if Sir Eric wanted to let some of them come use his mouth as well. But for now, he just cleaned all the spit off of Eric’s cock, then kissed the head one last time to show his gratitude, then tucked Eric back into his pants.
He could tell by Caleb’s tone and the look in his eyes that he was happily floating in sub space; it was such a wonderful look on him and he decided then and there that he wanted to be someone who brought Caleb into that headspace as often as possible. Partially because he didn’t trust other people with the sweet soul he’d come to care about and partially because he took satisfaction on being able to put him there. ‘That’s my boy.’ He said, loudly enough for the people around them to hear. He stroked through his hair more lightly this time and directed him back to his feet. ‘Come on beautiful. I’m not nearly done enjoying you but you’ve given enough of a show.’ He teased. ‘Walk with me; same rules as before.’
Caleb just smiled and leaned into Eric’s hand. His boy. That sounded so nice. Sir Eric was such a good Dominant. It was such a privilege to serve him. He didn’t have to waste time hanging around with Caleb, but he did anyway, and it was a gift Caleb didn’t take for granted. “Yes, Sir,” he murmured happily as he stood and followed Eric closely.
Caleb blinked blearily as he walked from the switch dorm to the Dom dorm in the darkness. He had considered coffee to wake himself up enough for the scene, but then he might not go back to sleep after, and he was hoping to get another hour at least before he had to get up for classes. Besides, he told himself, once the scene started, Frankie would keep him awake with the crop. So he’d be fine. He knelt when he got to her door and knocked, checking his watch again. Almost 3:45. Good, plenty of time to get to the dance studio.
The ungodly hour was quickly beginning to annoy Frankie as she got herself up in time to shower, do her hair and dress in a very seductive tank top and matching skirt. She was pulling on her no-heeled black boots when she heard the knock. She opened the door with a smile as she saw Caleb kneeling there beautifully. “Hello darling boy,” she hummed, rubbing her hand against the hair on the back of his head. She walked over to her counter where she had tea in to-go containers, “You may stand, darling,” she said, offering him one of the cups, “I made some tea, iit is not caffeinated, but it is warm.”
Despite his sleepiness, seeing Frankie made him smile. Especially because she’d clearly dressed nicely for the occasion, which surprised him. He wouldn’t have thought it odd at all if she just came in a pair of pajamas. He stood, and accepted the cup with a grateful look. “Thank you so much, Miss.” Caffeine or not, something hot to drink was very nice right now. “Is there anything I can carry for you?”
“No, I do not think so, darling,” she said, picking up the crop and swinging a back of random objects over her shoulder, “I think we will have everything we will need. Come along, darling,” she smiled, walking them out of her suite. They made fairly quick time towards the dance studio, the slight chill of the morning air being combated by the hot tea in her cup. They made it to the dance studio, abandoned at this hour and Frankie turned on some lights. “Alright, so here is what I am thinking,” she started, turning to face Caleb, “I am going to give you orders or tasks to do. They may or may not get more difficult. If you do not do what I am asking correctly or in a standard amount of time, I will pick a spot on your body to hit with the crop. Any questions?”
Caleb followed obediently, sipping his tea as they walked. He was kind of looking forward to this, despite having to do it at such a ridiculous time in the morning. There was even something nice about that, actually. With everyone else asleep, it felt like he and Frankie were alone in the world. When they arrived at the studio, Caleb put his half-drunk tea on the floor by the door before turning his attention to Frankie. “No, Miss,” he said, shaking his head. “No questions.” It sounded simple, but he had a feeling Frankie would come up with ways to make it difficult. The point was to use the crop, after all.
“Good boy,” she smirked, walking towards the center of the room, crop in hand. “Come here, face the mirror,” she ordered, waiting for him to comply. “Strip off your clothes for me, toss them aside. Spread your legs shoulder width apart and do 10 toe touches.”
Caleb did as he was told, stripping and then doing the toe touches. It was really rather strange to do exercise like that naked, especially in the mirror. Almost a little humiliating. But far from something to fuss over. He kept an eye on Frankie as he went, alert for any new orders.
Frankie watched him, enjoying the way his body moved and the way his muscles tensed and relaxed. It was almost intoxicating. “Very good, darling,” she hummed, grabbing her bag and walking over towards him. She pulled the blindfold out of the bag and wrapped it around his eyes. “Stay here, do not move,” she ordered, placing a set of nipple clamps a little ways away from him, then a plug a few feet in the other direction, and finally even a few feet further, a collar and leash. Once she was all set up, she went back to Caleb, placing her hands on his shoulders so he’d know where she was. “Alright, there are three items along the floor. Get on your hands and knees and crawl to find them. If you get too far off course, I’ll use the crop to guide you.”
Caleb dropped his head down to make it easier for Frankie to reach to put the blindfold on him, but otherwise stayed entirely still. He listened to her moving around, of course, and wonder what she was setting on the floor, but he was sure he’d find out in due course. And despite the fact that he wasn’t nervous or worried at all, he found himself relaxing when she touched him. He could hear her, of course, but it was nice to also feel that she was still there. He nodded and dropped to the floor. An interesting task, at least. He felt around himself cautiously, and then tried to aim for the direction of one of the objects he’d heard Frankie place. He went slow, and didn’t find anything, and after a minute he wondered if he had passed it.
Frankie watched as Caleb moved to the floor, keeping just a step or so behind him as he started his crawling. When he was going slightly off course, she gave a tap to his left thigh to direct him towards the right. He seemed to get it, moving his body and crawling towards the right until he came across the nipple clamps. “Good boy,” she hummed, “Sit up on your knees now,” she ordered. Once he complied, she played slightly with his nipples so they were erect enough to squeeze the clamps around his nubs. “There we go. Now back to your knees and find the next one.”
The hit from the crop was just a small tap, light enough that it wasn’t even painful. He hadn’t expected that. Wasn’t the purpose of a crop to inflict pain? But he supposed the tap worked just as well, because he changed his course, and quickly found something on the floor, which upon investigation turned out to be nipple clamps. He sat back on his heels, kneeling properly for Frankie as she played with his nipples, which felt very nice, and attached the clamps, which were immediately painful and aching. He grimaced at the pain, but it wasn’t bad, certainly something he could handle wearing for some time. “Thank you, Miss,” he murmured when she was done, because he’d been taught that it was polite to thank a Dominant whenever they gave you something. He got back down on all fours, but then realized he had lost track of where the other objects were. He turned and started back the way he’d come, hoping that was the right direction.
“Good boy,” she hummed as he got back on all fours, making his way along the floor again. He was certainly in the right direction, though, slight to the right of where he needed to end up. “A little faster, Darling,” she prodded, another tap to give him better direction towards the plug that was a few feet away from him.
Caleb sped up, but that made the nipple clamps swing as he crawled, making them ache more sharply. He bit his lip to keep from making noise. He found the plug in short order, though, and knelt up again to offer it to Miss Frankie. It didn’t seem huge, just from feeling it, so he wasn’t worried about her putting it in him.
“Good boy,” she hummed as Caleb assumed the position and Frankie used a decent amount of lube to get the toy worked into him. She took her time, making sure she was careful along with pleasurable until Caleb’s body accepted the toy. “Beautiful,” she hummed, rubbing over his cheeks before giving a firm slap. “Alright there is one more item to find.”
Caleb held still as Miss Frankie worked the toy into him, but he couldn’t stop himself from groaning softly. By the time she was done, his cock was fully hard and he wanted more, so badly. It occurred to him to wonder if Miss Frankie would ever be interested in pegging him. But now wasn’t the time to ask. “Thank you, Miss,” he murmured when she was done. The single spank made him want to push his bottom up into the air and beg for more, but he told himself to focus. He had a task to get on with. So he ignored his desires and the way crawling made the nipple clamps sway and the plug shift inside him, and he started to look for the third toy. By this point he had no idea where it could be, so he was feeling around both literally and figuratively blind.
She enjoyed the groans coming from him, and was hoping to get more as the early morning grew on. “You are welcome, darling boy,” she answered as she watched the new way he was moving along the floor. When he clearly seemed lost, Frankie began tapping his sides to get him on the right track towards the last object. Each tap became a little harder as he got closer, small pink marks appearing on his skin. Once he reached it, she picked up the collar and secured it around his neck. “Well that is a beautiful look on you,” she moaned quietly, taking the end of the leash in her hand. “Come, darling boy,” she ordered, pulling him along until she was back in front of the mirror. “Kneel,” she ordered and took the blind fold off. She stood next to him, leash in one hand, the other placed in the back of his head. “Well now, she said, looking him over through the reflection, “that is a very good look on you.”
The taps from the crop were finally getting hard enough to actually hurt and occasionally make Caleb flinch. He loved the way that the sharp sting would blossom into a sort of heat and sometimes throb as he kept moving. He wanted more, honestly. But he knelt up again when he found the collar, another thing he was happy to have put on him. He loved having a collar on during a scene. It made him feel important. He didn’t realize there was a leash attached until Miss Frankie tugged on it, but he followed her willingly and knelt where she told him. He blinked at the light as the blindfold came off, and then found himself staring at himself in the mirror. He could see little pink marks in places from the crop, and he smiled softly, meeting Frankie’s eyes in the mirror. “Thank you, Miss. It feels really nice to get to have all these toys on me, and the crop marks, too.”
She smiled back at him in the mirror, enjoying the look of her body standing next to a beatuiful kneeling boy, a sleek collar around his neck, hardening cock and pink marks against his skin. She let herself enjoy it for a bit, scratching the pads of her fingers against the back of his head. “I am glad you like them, dear. They look great on you as well, darling,” she sighed delightfully befoe turning towards him. She reached up her skirt to pull her panties down to the floor, then hiked the skirt up as she walked towards the mirror, leaning back against it. “Come here,” she said, beckoning him with a finger, “I want to feel your mouth on me.”
Caleb smiled up at her, then just closed his eyes for a moment and enjoyed the feeling of Miss Frankie’s nails on his scalp. He looked up again when she moved, in time to see her rid herself of her panties, and he smiled again. That was a sign of more fun to come. Caleb crawled after her, enjoying the feeling of the clamps still tugging on his nipples and the plug moving in him as he crawled, then knelt right in front of her. He looked up at her and sent her a sweet smile before leaning in to kiss her inner thigh. He trailed soft kisses up towards her pussy, then nuzzled it for a second before licking slow stripes over the outer lips. He took his time and delved deeper, licking between her folds, relishing the opportunity to taste her. It felt like such a privilege to use his mouth on her.
Her moans were immediate as Caleb settled between her legs, his hot breath pushing against her arousal. She leaned her head back against the mirror as she spread her legs a little farther apart. “Mmm just like that darling. Make me nice and wet.”
Caleb hummed softly in response and pushed his tongue firmly between her folds. It was a matter of moments to find her clit by feel, and then he focused solely on that for a while. He dragged his tongue over it in slow motions, flicked the tip of his tongue against it, swirled his tongue around it in circles, closed his lips over it and sucked. He was getting Miss Frankie’s wetness all around his cheeks and chin and nose, but he didn’t care. He just loved listening to her reactions which told him he was doing well and being a good, attentive sub.
She reveled in the feeling of Caleb’s mouth working her body, rutting against his face as her back rolled against the mirror. She moaned louder as the arousal grew hotter, her excitement dripping against his face. When she felt she was turned on enough, she pulled Caleb away by his hair and looked down at him, “That is a good boy,” she hummed, guiding him up to his feet. She turned around, placing her hands on the bar and pushing her ass back towards him. “Now, use that hard cock in me, darling boy.”
Caleb looked up at her when she pulled him away, surprised, because he had hoped he’d be allowed to give her an orgasm just with his mouth. But she wanted his cock, which he would never, ever be sad about. He grinned at her, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood and positioned himself behind her. He put his hands on her hips, just gently holding her, and slid his cock slowly into her wetness. He groaned as it went in easily. She felt amazing. It was still new enough to him that being allowed to do this felt like some incredible privilege. He looked up to watch her face in the mirror as he started to rock his hips in and out.
She hissed softly as his length worked its way between her walls, moaning after he completely entered inside her. Her fingers gripped against the bar as Caleb pushed into her and Frankie pushed back against him. “Good boy,” she moaned loudly, her eyes meeting his in the reflection, “fuck me nice and hard.”
“Yes, Miss,” he gasped as he pushed in harder. The motion made the nipple clamps move, sending a spike of pain along his nerves, causing him to clench down on the plug in his ass and jerk his hips even harder into Miss Frankie. When he’d been allowed to fuck her in the past, it had been incredible, but now with these added sensations Caleb felt like he was floating on endorphins and couldn’t get enough. He gripped Frankie’s hips harder as he found a rhythm. “Oh, oh god, Miss,” he moaned.
Frankie could feel the leather strap start to smack against her, so she grabbed it, tugging slightly in order to keep him closer to her. “OH god yes!” she cried out as Caleb found his rhythm, banging her body against the rail and the mirror over and over, her breath steaming the mirror in front of her.
Caleb loved the way Miss Frankie tugged on his leash. It made it feel like she owned him, like he couldn’t move without her permission. “Oh, oh please, Miss, I’m getting so close,” he moaned as he rammed into her. He squeezed on the plug every time he pushed his cock in, and the pair of sensations was intoxicating. “Please, please, may I come, Miss?”
Feeling him pulse and twitch inside her brought harder erotic feelings to her core. She kept the leash pulled in rhythm as he continued to fuck the blonde hard against the surface she was pushed against. Her own orgasm was too close when she heard his words, the mere idea pushing her over the edge. “Yes! Yes, cum for me!” She screamed as her body let go, shaking and writhing as she came so hard, she leaned further against the bar to stay upright.
Caleb groaned in relief when he was given permission to stop holding back. He thrust into her, pushing her against the mirror, and watching as she orgasmed. It only took him another two thrusts before he climaxed as well, whimpering with the intensity of it. It left him panting as it faded. “Thank you, thank you, Miss…” He pulled out gingerly, his cock already starting to soften.
If felt like ages before her body finally calmed, being spurred on by Caleb’s own thrusts and orgasm deep inside her used core. She panted and moaned against the mirror again until Caleb was able to slip out himself. With a moan she turned, leaning against the mirror again with a content smile. She pulled the leash again, slowly to bring him closer to press their bodies together. “Always such a good boy for me,” she hummed softly against his chest. “Alright, shall we make our way back? Get ready for the day and all.”
Caleb smiled back at Miss Frankie as she pulled him close by the leash. He found himself really liking the leash by now, how it gave Miss Frankie such an easy way to control him, and the way it tugged on the collar. He leaned against her and wrapped his arms around her waist as they rested together for a moment. “It’s easy to be good for you, Miss,” he said honestly. But then he pulled back and nodded, though he bit his lip when he looked down at himself. “May I take the clamps off, please, Miss?” He didn’t mind the plug at all, and he’d be willing to walk back to her dorm naked if she asked, but he was hoping the clamps would come off at least. They hurt worse the longer he wore them.
She looked down with a content sigh as Caleb asked about the clamps. “Yes you may,” she said, only slightly sadly because it was such a nice look for him. “You will feel what resembles pressure for a moment,” she warned as she slowly unclamped one at a time. “Have you considered a nipple piercing? I think it would be a lovely look on you.”
Caleb was anticipating the pain when the clamps were removed and blood started to circulate again, but he grimaced anyway. “Thank you, Miss,” he murmured gratefully. He went to gather his clothes, but didn’t put them on. “I, um… I haven’t given it much serious thought, Miss. I’m not sure how they’d feel… And I wouldn’t want to do something like that before I claim, probably, because I wouldn’t want to have a piercing that my Dominant didn’t like.”
She hummed quietly at his reaction, enjoying the pain on his face quite a bit. Frankie was resituating herself as Caleb answered, nodding at his answer, “That is a very smart answer, darling. I would agree that a future claim would be something to consider in any permanent body modifications. Go a head and get your clothes back on. It is still chilly out this early in the morning.”
Egg Task: Roleplay as a movie character, use a flogger, on the football field
Who: Sam and Blaine @submissivexblaine
What: Captain America and the Winter Soldier find a novel use for a flogger.
Sam led the way across the football field, with a grin on his face. Any time he was dressed like this was a highlight for him, and he’d made sure to snap a few pictures before they’d headed out. Dressed as Captain America, Sam was holding onto Blaine’s hand as they crossed the field in the dark. Just an hour before curfew, so they could have a good chance of getting away without being seen. “Come on, Buck, it’s time to show the world that you’re totally the sub in this relationship,” Sam grinned.
Blaine followed Sam across the dark field. Football fields always seemed so much smaller on TV, he noted. Finally, they stopped, at a place on the far end of the field, away from windows of the buildings and relatively secluded. He was wearing what was basically a cheap Halloween store “military” costume, but it was close enough. “Aye, aye, Captain.” He said with a grin, saluting. He couldn’t help but look Sam up and down, admiring the way the Captain America suit fit him. It was perhaps one of the more frivolous things they owned, but damn was it worth it.
Sam bit down on his lip for a moment, as he looked over at Blaine. “Fuck, you saluting me shouldn’t be that hot,” he groaned, and shot Blaine a smirk. He pulled Blaine close, and captured his submissive’s lips with his own, passionately kissing his boy. “You’re good?” he asked quietly, barely moving away at all once the kiss broke apart. “This is technically pretty public.”
Blaine melted into the kiss. He could stay locked in that moment for eternity and be completely fulfilled. As the kiss broke, he looked at Sam with nothing but love and adoration. “I’m good, Sir.” He assured. He looked around the field. “There’s no one here, and this will help you get points, right?” He reasoned. “It’ll be fine.”
“This will help me get points,” Sam nodded, already have a very clear idea about what he wanted those points for. “You know the drill, even though it’s a special event, your safeword still exists. Say it, and I’m in mamma bird mode,” Sam smiled a little at his boy. “When you’re ready, I want you on your hands and knees,” he said, before pressing a final kiss to Blaine’s forehead.
Blaine nodded. “Yes, Sir. I understand.” He assured. He looked at the ground, pulling in a breath. He probably should have remembered beforehand that this would involve some level of dirt. It was a good thing Sam had talked him into the Bucky outfit, because if he had to do this in his expensive skinny jeans that wouldn’t have been very pleasant. He got to his knees first, pleased to note the ground was at least not wet. He leaned forward so he was on his hands and knees.
Sam watched Blaine get into position, and smiled down at him. “Sebastian Stan wouldn’t look as hot as you right now, sweetheart,” he grinned, as he reached down and ran his hand down Blaine’s back. He crouched down near Blaine’s lower end and reached under him, to unbuckle his pants. Sam managed to unbuckle them, and then ease down so they were resting at Blaine’s knees on the ground.
Blaine smiled at the compliment, but couldn’t resist responding with, “It’s also dark, I’m pretty sure he’d win in the daylight.” As Sam unbuckled his pants and eased them down, he shivered slightly at the cool night air against his bare skin. Blaine was thankful the weather was clear and mild tonight, not too cold for this scene but definitely not warm either.
“Hush, you,” Sam smiled, shaking his head. “You’d win any contest against Sebastian Stan, and you know how in love I am with both those men,” he grinned. He saw Blaine shiver and reached down a little, pressing a kiss to each ass cheek, and was grateful they’d taken the time to prep Blaine before coming out to the field.
Blaine turned his head to look at Sam. He offered nothing but a smile in response because it was sweet how Sam could say such amazing things. Blaine took a breath of the evening air and imagined what the plug in his ass must look like right now, glowing under the moonlight.
Sam didn’t hesitate for a moment to take out his phone and snap a show of Blaine’s ass, with the Iron Man Arse Reactor plug inside him, the base glowing just like Iron Man’s chest. He took a second to upload it to his Google account, knowing it would be on their small digital photo frame in the bedroom before they got back there. He smiled, and ran his hand over Blaine’s cheeks. “Does this count as dual cosplay?” he teased.
Blaine heard the shutter noise on Sam's phone and turned his head again with a curious expression. “More like hidden identity?” He suggested, chuckling.
Sam put his phone away, and then grinned. “I like it. There’s definitely fanfic about Bucky secretly being Iron Man,” he smiled. “But for now, you’re just Buck,” he added, as he began to ease the plug out of Blaine.
“Don't think you sent me the link to that one.” Blaine said. As the plug was removed, Blaine tightened one fist against the grass. He couldn't resist one last look up and around the field to be sure no one was around, thankfully the field was all clear.
“We can read it tonight,” Sam smiled, as he placed the plug down on a towel he’d laid out. He pulled the flogger out of his bag, and the lube too. The strands of the flogger brushed against Blaine’s ass, and Sam reached out to stroke his boy’s back through his costume. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like this, you have no idea.”
Blaine pointedly made sure to close his eyes when Sam reached into his bag. He knew the flogger would not be used as it was intended, and that's why he'd agreed to this scene, but something about seeing it Blaine knew would make him anxious. He felt the strands against his ass and shivered, both from the unexpected touch and the cool air.
Sam could see that Blaine was a little nervous, noticing the little shiver he gave. His hand moved from Blaine’s back, to touch his cheek and ghost over the collar lightly. “You’re not going to get hit with this, we’re going to give it a whole new use for you,” Sam told him firmly, knowing that Blaine already knew that. “Your hungry little hole is going to get filled up really soon.”
Blaine pulled a breath, leaning into the touch and nodding. He knew, and he felt safe with Sam. “Yes, Sir.” He whispered. And for good measure, even though Sam hadn't asked for a colour, he said “Green.” To clarify that he was okay.
“That’s my boy,” Sam smiled when Blaine gave him a colour, and he reached out to pat Blaine’s cheek one last time. Now, he squeezed the lube over the long handle of the flogger, and squirted a little extra over Blaine’s hole. “Say it nice and loud, sweetheart. Who’s this ass belong to?”
“You, Sir.” Blaine said, his voice louder and more confident than it had been a moment ago. The lube against his hole cause him to shiver again, the cool liquid and the cool air proving to be a not fun combination. But Blaine knew any worries he had about being cold were about to be moot as soon as Sam got going.
Grinning, Sam raised the flogger up, and pressed the tip of it against Blaine’s hole. Watching carefully, Sam began to push against the initial ring of muscle, easing the first half-inch of the handle into his boy. “That’s my Blaine, you can take it,” he murmured.
That first half-inch was the tricky part, Blaine knew. And he was so grateful they'd prepped with the plug before hand. He braced himself against the grass and let out a little whining moan as it entered him. He released a breath before leaning slightly back into it, letting Sam know he could do more.
“God, you’re so hot,” Sam groaned a little. As soon as Blaine began to lean back against the flogger, he began to ease more and more of it into his submissive. He knew that Blaine had taken bigger toys in the past, but with it being outside, semi-public, and a flogger, he knew that Blaine might struggle a bit more.
Blaine easily took as much of the handle as Sam gave him, and with the prior preparation, the denial period, the adrenaline of being outside and out in the open, he was rock hard and ready for the teasing part to just be over with.
“This would probably be so much more fun for you if I was gonna let you cum, huh?” Sam teased, as he kept working the flogger. He placed one hand on the small of Blaine’s back, as he began to push a little faster, until the handle of the flogger began to give way to the flared base before the strands. “Can’t lie, sweetheart, this looks pretty adorable back here,” he grinned. “If we got a rainbow flogger, this would totally work at Pride.”
Blaine gave a noticeably whiny hum of affirmation at that statement. He turned his head when Sam talked about how it looked, though he knew he wouldn't really be able to see it. “I feel like that would be impractical for a whole day, Sir.” He pointed out.
“I know, sweetheart, but you’re going to have such a big orgasm when I finally let you get off,” Sam smiled, patting Blaine’s back as he began to twist the flogger inside his boy. “Nobody said it has be all day. You’re getting into the public thing, maybe I add it in halfway through the day,” Sam grinned.
Blaine whined further as he felt the flogger move. “Pride might be just a little too public, Sir.” He pointed out. It was a huge jump up from empty football field at night. Not something he wanted to be thinking about right now.
“I bet they sell rainbow ball gags though,” Sam smirked, as he kept moving the flogger around, teasing Blaine relentlessly. He reached under his boy, gripping Blaine’s cock tightly. “Start moving your hips, try to fuck my fist,” Sam ordered.
“Hard no on ball gags.” He said, but was quickly distracted by Sam's hand. It was getting more difficult to stay in position, but he shifted his arms to support him a little better before he slowly began to thrust into Sam's fist, whimpering as he did so.
“Hmm, maybe a simple little bandana around your pretty mouth instead,” Sam smiled, as he closed his fist a little tighter around Blaine’s cock. “Give me two minutes of this, sweetheart, just two minutes of teasing yourself, and I’ll let you move on your knees,” Sam promised.
Blaine didn't comment, figuring they could have that discussion some other time. As Sam's fist tightened slightly he groaned, two minutes would be an eternity, but he powered through anyway.
“That’s my boy,” Sam whispered as he watched Blaine move. Intent on teasing Blaine, he began to move fist up and down as well as having his boy fuck it. “Just thirty more seconds, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me.”
Blaine whimpered as Sam moved, and each thrust was harder and harder to do while his body's sense began to get overwhelmed. He held on for those 30 more seconds, breathing heavy by the end of it.
Sam immediately let go of Blaine’s cock as he counted the last few seconds down. “Fuck, I’m so proud of you,” Sam grinned happily. He loved pushing Blaine like this, and every time Blaine showed him he could handle what he was given. After a moment, he stood up, and looked down at Blaine. “On your knees, gorgeous.”
Blaine shifted up to knees, the movement reminding him of the flogger in his ass. The cap that had come with his bucky costume was slightly off kilter, but he didn't care. He looked up at Sam, beaming at the pride Sam had shown in him.
Sam stroked Blaine’s cheek, grinning as he saw how happy Blaine was right now. “Who has the fucking best submissive kneeling at his feet right now?” Sam teased happily, a ridiculously bright grin on his face as he looked down at his boy.
Blaine smiled, his cheeks turning pink at the compliments. “Its you, but only because I have the absolute best Dom in the world.” He countered.
Sam grinned some more, shaking his head. “We’ve got to work on your ability to take compliments without having to turn it back on me,” he teased a little. “You’ve got one last thing to do, and then we’re going back to the suite,” Sam promised. “If you can take the flogger out, and put the plug back in, without breaking eye contact with me, I’ll end the denial period one day early.”
Blaine bit his lip as Sam gave him the order. That would be a challenge… but he was up for it. He first took a glance around to make sure he knew where the towel and the plug were. Then he locked eyes with Sam and slowly, carefully removed the flogger. He then felt around until he found the plug, and after some fumbling around he was able to fully insert it without breaking eye contact.
Sam watched Blaine eagerly, hoping his boy would manage it, but ready to console him if he slipped up. As Blaine felt around the plug, he started to be sure that Blaine was going to be able to do it, and he had the biggest grin on his face as his boy did exactly that. He leaned down quickly, capturing Blaine’s lips with his own. “Best damn sub in the world,” he grinned against Blaine’s lips.
Blaine was smiling, happy with himself.for succeeding. He sank into the kiss and was positively beaming at the praise. “I love you, Sir.”
Sam grinned happily. He loved seeing Blaine so happy when he was praised, it would never be something he grew tired of bringing out in his boy. “Love you too, Buck,” he smiled.
Celebrating easter Lima Height’s will be having an Easter Event! On Sunday April 7th, and Easter Egg Hunt will be held in the hedge maze starting at noon. Throughout the maze, colored plastic eggs will be hidden for all to find! Once the eggs are found, players will open the eggs to find a place, object or tool to use during a scene. Players who conduct a scene with all eggs involved will receive 100 points! Event will run until April 15th. Happy Hunting!
OOC:
The Easter egg hunt itself will happen ‘off camera’ on the 7th, where each participant would search for 3 eggs. If you want your character(s) to be involved, you will first spin this wheel three times to determine which colored eggs your character gets.
Once the colors are determined, you will spin these wheels, dependent on which colors you got. So, for example, if you get a blue, green and orange egg, then you spin each of the blue, green and orange wheels once. If you get two blue and a green, you would spin the blue wheel twice and the green once, etc. After all the spins you will have the three criteria you will need to complete a scene. (Note: If you get two orange eggs, respin the wheel for a new color. Orange is “time” so unless you want to get super creative and do something over two different times, respin for a new color egg)
RED WHEEL
BLUE WHEEL
YELLOW WHEEL
ORANGE WHEEL
GREEN WHEEL
This event will work with points for one scene per person. If you pick someone to do your three objects with, you can do a second scene in order to use their three objects, but you will only get points for your objects. Meaning, you cannot combine your six spins into one scene.
Highlights:
If you want to be a part of the event, just spin the first wheel three times and go from there.
In order for the scene to count it must involve all 3 objects mentioned in the eggs.
You can only get credit for one scene, though you may do more than one to help a partner.
You cannot put more than three eggs together in the same scene.
The objects are some what vague and can be used in whatever creative way you can come up with during the scene.
Once the scene is done, tag it with gleedsmeaster. Have them posted by 11:59pm on April 15th to count.
Must be a full para. No headcanons.
Remember - the spinning wheels is OOC...IC they picked eggs to get the information.
