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Who: Chandler Berry & Chris Abrams

When: July 5th, 2020

Where Chris’s tent, Lake of the Ozarks, Missouri.

Notes: Heat scene for points. @chandler-switch

Chris looked around his portion of the tent. He'd managed to clear up enough space for what he had planned and now all there was left to do was to wait. He was excited about this one. Granted, he was always pretty stoked to do anything with Chandler Berry - although he'd never outwardly admit as much. This would be a different scene than what he was accustomed to. He was so used to chasing his own pleasure and utilizing submissives to get himself off that he seldom took the time to play with the dynamics of controlling someone else's arousal. He wanted to do that today and there was no one he'd rather work through it with than Chandler. He popped a squat in the corner of the tent, dressed down to only a pair of black shorts and socks, ran his hands through his hair and waited for Chandler to show up. He perked up at the sound of ruffling outside his tent and smirked a little. "C'mon in, babe." Chandler was looking forward to the scene with Chris, ever since they'd talked over what it would entail. He trusted the Dom to know what he was doing, especially with something as simple as this scene. Chandler was just absolutely hopeless for the cocky jock attitude that Chris exuded, and wondered if there was really anything Chris could ask of him that Chandler wouldn't try to give. He crawled into the tent, and smiled at Chris. "Hi, Sir," he said, resisting the urge to move over to Chris and snuggle against that ridiculously gorgeous body. Chris returned the smile and nodded back at him. "Close the flap on your way in - then, get over here." The dom waited for Chandler to comply and then sat up on his knees when the other crawled over to him. Pulling him in, Chris ran a hand through Chandler's hair and hummed appreciatively. "See? You didn't need all those creature comforts or whatever after all. You look just as put-together and gorgeous out here in the woods as you do back at school." Chris smirked and leaned in as if he were gonna kiss him but stopped just short, setting the tone for what they were about to do. "We haven't gotten together like this in a while, have we? Have I been on your mind a lot?" Chandler closed the flap to the tent, and crawled over to Chris. He smiled as the Dom touched his hair, and as the man complimented him, his smile grew. "You know the way to this boy's heart, Sir," he grinned. "Lots and lots of compliments about my looks," Chandler chuckled a little. Other subs might have been embarrassed to admit how much another Dom had been on their mind, but Chandler tried not to let embarrassment rule his life. He shrugged his shoulders playfully. "It's possible I was blowing a Dom last week, and had to think about you to get any enjoyment out of it," Chandler teased playfully. Chris shrugged and chuckled at Chandler's observation. "That's exactly the way to get my attention, too - so I kinda just go with what I know I like. You make it super fuckin' easy, though." He added with a little wink, bringing his hands down to Chandler's ass and pulling him in tight against his own body as he listened to Chandler go on about how he'd been on the other's mind. A little pang of something that resembled jealousy coursed through Chris' body at the mention of Chandler blowing some other Dom, causing him to involuntarily squeeze a little rougher at Chandler's cheeks. Along with the embarrassing jealousy, though - there was pride. He loved knowing he'd got Chandler at least a little hooked on him. After all, it made him feel a little better at having been hooked, himself. "Mmm, that right? Lemme hear some details, boy. What exactly about me were you thinking about? What turns you on about me?" Chandler grinned up at Chris, and licked his lips. "Good to know, Sir. It helps that you're easily the hottest Dom in the entire school, and that includes the Headmaster with the abs and the ridiculous perm," he smiled, before whimpered lightly in the back of his throat as he felt Chris's hands on his ass, pulling him close. He nuzzled against Chris's bare torso, enjoying the simple feeling of skin-to-skin contact. Chandler looked up as he felt the rough squeeze to his cheeks, and wondered if that meant Chris had felt a little jealousy over his admission about blowing another Dom. Chandler had no hesitation about answering Chris's questions, and no embarrassment about detailing exactly what he liked about Chris. "Apart from your body, Sir, which should go without saying that's its pure perfection," Chandler smiled up at Chris, before snuggling against his torso some more. "And your dick. Your dick is like, if Perfection and Amazing had a baby, and made a new word. Amaztion. Your dick is amaztion, Sir," Chandler smirked happily up at Chris. "But honestly, you could look like the plainest dude on the planet, and your personality and attitude would still have me on all fours right here in front of you right now, Sir." Chris dropped his gaze to Chandler's lips as he wetted them. God, every little thing this boy did drove him crazy. They hadn't been together for more than five minutes and he already wanted to rip the kid's clothes off. He settled for another rough squeeze to Chandler's perfect ass instead. At the other's compliments, Chris smirked knowingly and puffed his chest out a bit, his show of alpha-maleness breaking just a bit at Chandler's hilarious mention of the Headmaster. Chris laughed and shook his head. "Fuckin' dork..." He uttered but let Chandler press on with the compliments. Chris let out a few deep growls under his breath each time Chandler cuddled up against his body. He was significantly bigger than the switch, so holding him felt especially nice. Chris relished that feeling of dominance that came along with their size difference and their natural dynamic. The red-head snorted at Chandler's invention of the word 'amaztion' "Oh my god. You're...somethin' else, boy. You know that?" He shook his head softly, a look of pure endearment gracing his features as he looked down at the brunette. "Well, damn. You didn't disappoint. Not that you ever do." Chris added. Bringing one hand from Chandler's ass, he began to balm at his cock over his shorts, leaning down to suck a little kiss against the crook of the other's neck. "It's kind of just occurred to me that last time we were together, I didn't pay much attention to your needs. Totally not amaztion of me." Chris stated with a deep chuckle. "I feel like I should make up for that today - and from the sound of it, I don't have to do much to get you off, huh? I just have to be here, with this body and this attitude and this dick." He rasped against Chandler's neck, palming a little more aggressively now as he felt the other's bulge firming up. "We both know you're a fuckin' princess. Why don't I pamper you a little bit, hmm? Sound like a plan? If you're lucky, I'll let you return the favor. If you're not... I'll just find some other pretty boy to get me off, 'cause after this, I'm gonna need to." A part of him really hoped that the suggestion of getting off with another sub would make Chandler a little jealous in the same way he felt just moments before. Chandler was grinning eagerly as he made Chris laugh. As far as he was concerned, their sexual chemistry was great, but if they could make each other laugh too, then there was a chance for something real here. That was important, in Chandler's mind. He whimpered happily as the Dom roughly squeezed his ass again, and made a show of wiggling it for him. As Chris spoke again, Chandler's grin was even bigger. "Oh, I definitely know I'm something else, Sir," he teased right back, smiling up at the Dominant man. He licked his lips without even thinking about it, as he watched Chris touch himself through his shorts, and moaned happily as Chris kissed at his neck. Chandler frowned a little as Chris mentioned not paying attention to his needs the last time they were together, and inched forward just a little more. "I don't know, it felt pretty amaztion to me at the time, Sir. So did jerking off two seconds after I got back to my suite," he grinned. He hummed happily at the mention of being pampered, something Chandler was very okay with happening, but as Chris mentioned finding another pretty boy to get him off, Chandler's face fell. He moved from being on all fours, to being on his knees, and frowned at the bigger man. "I know you're the Dom here, and I hope you know by now that I respect that, Sir," Chandler said in a quiet, but firm tone, "but unless we're doing some kind of cuckold scene we're already talked about before hand," he continued, before reaching out and touching Chris's bulge through his shorts, "if I get this worked up, I'm the one that gets to work hard on pleasuring it," he said firmly, letting his jealousy show and not caring at all about the ramifications of it. "That's a rule I need. I'm not saying you have to let me if you're not in the mood, or decide I've been bad or something, but...I won't be okay with being thrown aside so you can fuck some B-list asshole instead of me." Chris' teasing smirk faltered a bit at Chandler's reaction to the notion that he might just find his pleasure somewhere else after their scene. He expected a little jealousy, but the uninhibited display of biting assertion that Chandler and only Chandler would be the one to get Chris off if he was turned on directly because of the switch made Chris oddly happy. Chandler played the whole nonchalant role almost as well as he did, but seeing him break down a bit at his suggestion (one that he had no real intention of falling through with, of course) let him know that Chandler was definitely into him. Maybe a little more than he was initially letting on about. Chris groaned when Chandler reached out and gave his now extra-pronounced bulge a squeeze. "Fuck..." he breathed out, a little smile still present on his expression. "Babe." Chris started, trying not to chuckle in spite of Chandler's adorable seriousness. "Everyone's B-list compared to you. At least from what I've seen so far. I was teasing." He leaned in, their noses grazing lightly. "I wouldn't have made such a mean little joke if you hadn't mentioned that other Dom you were blowing...even if you had to think about me to enjoy his lame ass." Chris chuckled, gave Chandler's ass a little squeeze before he leaned in and pressed a kiss against his lips for a small, intimate moment. "Deal, though. You get me hard, you get me off - or you sit there and watch me get myself off if I decide you didn't earn the privilege...which'll probably never happen anyway, 'cause you're way too good of a boy not to earn my cum." "You're goddamn right about that," Chandler said instantly, as soon as Chris said that everyone was B-list compared to him. He smiled a little though, as Chandler made their noses bump together gently. He ducked his head a little, as Chris spoke again. "I didn't...mean anything by it, it was dumb to even mention another guy right now, I'm sorry," he said softly. It wasn't often that Chandler apologised for anything, so when he did, it was often a sign that he actually meant it. He smiled as Chandler agreed to the deal, and that smile quickly took on a more naughty quality as Chris pointed out that he was too good of a boy to not earn his load. "I can be a naughty boy if I want to be," Chandler teased playfully. "Maybe give you a reason to put me over your knee." He felt himself soften a bit at Chandler's apology. What the fuck was this kid doing to him? He just fucking melted at practically everything he said. Chris sighed and nodded in response. "It's all good, babe. You wanted to make me jealous, I get it. I kinda wanted to do the same thing." He said with a wink, punctuating his comment with a little slap to Chandler's ass. Cris smirked and shook his head threateningly. "Mmm, trust me - you don't want to be, babe. Not with me. If putting you over my knee is somethin' you enjoy, you'll only get it for being a perfect angel - whatever I decide that means." He brought one hand up from Chandler's ass, up his back and up into his hair, gripping the brunette locks and using his hold as leverage to the other in and press a searing kiss against his lips, letting his tongue lash out to intensify the exchange a bit. He let himself fall into making out with Chandler for a few minutes before he reluctantly pulled away. "Alright, alright. We don't have all the time in the world, unfortunately. The other's will be back soon." Sitting back, he rested his forearm over his knee and nodded at Chandler. "Strip for me, Chandler. Now." Chandler looked sheepish at being caught out, but he smiled as Chris revealed he'd wanted to do the same thing. He gave a playful, dramatic yelp at having his ass slapped, and then snuggled his face against Chris's torso once again. "I don't know, Sir. Maybe being at a real institute is making me more masochistic, but I kinda want to know first-hand what it's like to be punished by a real Dom," he admitted, with a gentle shrug. "I kinda want to know what it's like to give a punishment too, but I've got a feeling that's not something we can do together," Chandler teased gently. He groaned out as he was pulled by his hair into a hot, almost bruising kiss, and let out an annoyed whine as Chris pulled away. He noted the direct order with a nod, and knew now wasn't the time to keep teasing and playing around. "Yes Sir," he said, before he hurriedly did as he was told. He didn't bother folding his clothes neatly as he knew a lot of subs did, he wanted to be naked, and he wanted it now, damn it. Chris listening to Chandler's various desires about punishments. He certainly had no intention nor desire to punish Chandler. In fact, the very thought was surprisingly upsetting to him. He tried to not to think about what that meant for where his head was as far as Chandler was concerned. Instead, he shrugged it off. They were on a bit of a time crunch and they could talk about all of Chandler's masochistic desires after they wrapped up their scene. "I mean...there's ways you can experience a punishment on both ends, but I really would rather not be involved - so don't get any funny ideas about intentionally pissing me off." Chris stifled a little chuckle at how Chandler stripped down and tossed his clothes haphazardly to the side. He loved getting the other all desperate like this. It really never got old. "Good boy, up on your knees, now." Chris let Chandler oblige while he reached for a bottle of warming lube. He scooted forward on his knees as well until he was right up against Chandler. "Hands behind your back. Don't move them without my permission." When Chandler followed his instructions Chris squirted a bit of lube on his and slowly started to stroke Chandler, relishing the way his cock thickened in his hand. "How's that feel?" Without really thinking about permission, Chandler reached out as Chris told him he'd rather not be involved in any punishments, and stroked over his chest. "I shouldn't have said anything about punishments, that's not fun," he said, with a shake of his head. He regretted it immediately, but he couldn't help but think how Chris would handle a tough scene like that. Listening to the Dom now he was naked, he scrambled back up onto his knees and clasped his hands behind his back. He nodded. "Got it, no moving my hands, Sir," he said, as he watched Chris squirt the lube on his hands, and then groaned as Chris started to stroke his hardening cock. "Horrible, Sir, really horrible. I'm the only guy who doesn't like a handjob," he grinned at the Dom. As tough and strict as Chris wanted to be, he couldn't help chuckling at Chandler's sarcasm. "Such a smart ass..." He said, reaching behind the other boy and giving his now bare ass a sharp little slap. Chris squeezed at the base of Chandler's length, pulled up the shaft, and kept up that drawn out pace for a while, leaning in and ghosting his lips against Chandler's but not sealing the minimal distance between them like he wanted to. "I bet you were turned on from the moment you stepped into this tent and saw me, weren't you? You can't even be near me without getting all desperate and needy. It's fuckin' cute." Chris said with another chuckle, trying his hand at tossing in a little humiliation into the dynamic. "I bet you think about me all the time, don't you, boy? About my cock pounding that hole, about me pinning you down, making you mine... I bet every time you jerk this cock of yours, your mind goes straight to me." Gripping Chandler's ass cheek, Chris inched his hand between both cheeks and began to rub his digit against the other's hole. "Have you ever cum hands-free, beautiful?" He asked, his voice low and his lips practically grazing Chandler's. Chandler beamed happily as he made Chris chuckle, which quickly dissolved into a gasp as the base of his dick was squeezed. "Sir," he whispered against Chris's lips, as he began to feel the warmth from the lube effecting him. His cock visibly twitched as Chris started trying to humiliate him, and his tongue darted out to lick at his lips. "Fuck," Chandler cursed, as his chest began to rise and fall as he panted, "you have no idea how many fantasies I have about doing things with you, Sir," Chandler admitted, before groaning as Chris gripped an ass cheek. "I learn about something new in class, and I think, I wonder if Chris would like that, or I bet I could make Chris cum really hard with that," Chandler smirked a little, before gasping out as he felt Chris's finger rubbing against his hole. He shook his head quickly. "Nuh uh, not ever, Sir." It was clear from the get-go that Chandler was a verbal little firecracker. Never in a particularly bratty way, though - at least not to Chris. It was something that Chris found to be endlessly attractive about the switch. It also made it all the more fun when he could reduce Chandler to nothing but moans. Smirking at Chandler's admission about where his mind was in class, Chris swiped his thumb over the slit of Chandler's cock and used the pre-cum that was seeping out to add to the lubrication of the other's length. Chris began to pump Chandler's cock a little faster, surely activating the warming element of the lube that would be a little uncomfortable if not for the pleasure that was making up for it. "I'm looking forward to hearing all those fantasies of yours...at a time when I'm not determined to make you fuckin' speechless with pleasure." He said a teasing, wicked glint in his eye as he slipped the tip of his finger into Chandler's hole to start stretching him out. "Mmm, well let's see if we can change that. How's the lube feelin'? Pretty hot, right? Wouldn't you rather just cum from feeling me working over this tight little hole of yours? I can just leave this cock alone without all that uncomfortable heat if you think you can cum without my hand. If you can't, I'll just go back to jerking you off - but you'll have to deal with the heat while it's happening."

Chandler began to whine with need as he felt the lube on his cock warming up some more, as Chris started to work his cock a little faster. He panted a little more now, as the pleasure started to really build up, and wondered how the hell he was going to be able to hold back and not cum without permission. How did real submissives do that? Was that something he should've been practicing somehow? "Oh, I'll tell you all of them, Sir. I'm not one for holding back, especially about stuff I want," Chandler teased, as he looked up at the other man. He groaned, though, as he felt Chris's finger at his hole, and his eyes immediately went wide. "You're not..." he moaned out, knowing immediately he'd underestimated how evil Chris could be. "Why do you have to be so mean? I'd give you both, Sir," Chandler whined, showing exactly how used he was to getting everything he wanted. "If I choose my hole, are you gonna use that lube too?" Chris hummed in satisfaction under his breath at the way Chandler was reacting to his initiations. Working at Chandler's tight little hole all the while, Chirs leaned and let his lips ghost over the other's neck. "Of course you'd give me both." Chris cooed affectionately. "You'd give me anything I wanted if it meant pleasing me, wouldn't you? That's what all desperate, pretty little sluts do, anyway. But - no. I want you to choose. Mainly because I want the privilege of being the first person to literally finger-fuck the cum out of you, without even touching that pretty cock of yours..." Humming at Chandler's question, Chris shook his head, removed his finger from the other's hole, and lifted it to Chandler's lips. "No, no. The only lube you'll get if you pick the finger-fucking option is however wet you can get this finger in thirty seconds." He punctuated his offer by swiping the digit over the seam of Chandler's plump lips. "So, what's it gonna be, baby?" Chandler groaned softly, as he felt Chris's finger at his hole, and his lips on his neck. It all felt so good, but he hated choosing. He wanted both options, both felt so good and made him so needy. "Not a slut, not really. I only let you do whatever you want," Chandler pointed out in a moan, before he groaned out as Chris pulled his finger from his hole. He breathed heavily against the finger, before closing his eyes. He wasn't sure he could cum hands-free like Chris wanted, but the Dom clearly wanted it and Chandler was always ready for a challenge. "F...finger-fuck me, Sir." Chris nodded, acknowledging Chandler's point. "Mmm, true. You're my desperate, pretty little slut, then. I actually...like the sound of that." The Dom caught himself and bit his lip in an effort to choke back the rest of what he was dying to say. It wasn't wise to be attaching any notions of ownership to anyone just yet, but Chandler made it so damn easy, and so damn desirable. With a pleased little hum, Chris continued to run his fingers along Chandler's lips, still pumping the boy's lubricated cock at a menacing pace. "Good choice." With that, he slipped his finger into the other's mouth and amped up the pace of his jerking, doubtlessly also amping up the heat the lube and the accompanying friction was producing. "Suck." Chandler licked his lips as he looked up at Chris. He couldn't help the warm feeling in his chest, at the possessive way Chris spoke about him, and he desperately wanted to feel that possession again. "Damn right I am, Sir," Chandler smiled up at Chris, looking far too sweet and innocent for what he was saying. "Anytime you want that dick buried in me, you just tell me and I'll make it happen," he promised, his hand running down Chris's torso playfully. Chandler groaned against Chris's fingers, resisting the urge to lick at them before he felt Chris starting to stroke him faster. He sucked quickly and eagerly at the finger inside his mouth, wetting with his saliva as much as possible. "No, I'll make it happen." Chris corrected playfully, leaning in to suck a searing kiss against Chandler's neck, letting out a sigh at the featherlight touches the other providing along the expanse of his torso. "Fuck, that looks so hot..." Chris let out, watching Chandler suck away at his finger like his life depended on it. "Good boy." After a few more seconds, Chris withdrew the digit from Chandler's mouth and brought it down to his hole once more. As he pushed his fingertip into Chandler's entrance, he ceased jerking the boy off, leaving behind the inevitably hot sensation against the lubricated skin of Chandler's shaft. Slowly but surely, he worked in another finger and started to fuck Chandler with the digits. "Fuck, look at that. You're so hard and I'm not even touching your cock. That feel good, baby? Tell me if I'm hitting your spot well enough - and once I am, I'm not gonna hold back." Chandler moaned softly as Chris sucked a kiss against his neck again, and was sure it wouldn't be long before he had hickies to show off. He moaned again, obscenely, around the finger, wanting to show off for Chris as he got that finger wet for him. He gasped as the finger was pulled from his mouth, and eagerly braced as Chris pushed that finger back into his ass. He let out a loud whine as he pressed his face against Chris's torso, and closed his eyes tight. "My cock's so fucking hot," he cursed, while Chris's finger pushed inside him again over and over, only to groan out as Chris eased a second finger into him. "Fuck...yeah, feels good, Sir, so good," Chandler moaned, as he looked down to see that his cock was painfully hard right now. "S....shit, there, right there, Sir, that's it!" "Just think about how much hotter it'll get if I have to jerk you off to get an orgasm out of you. My advice? Really give in to my finger's pounding into your tight little hole, 'cause that's gonna be a much more enjoyable experience, I'd think." Puffing his chest out a big and straightening his posture to give Chandler a sturdy form to brace himself against, Chris laughed out breathlessly when Chandler confirmed that he'd found his prostate. "Mmm, perfect. Hold on, babe." With that tiny little warning, Chris let loose, drawing back and bounding in, Chris jack-hammered his fingers into Chandler's hole without pause, rocking the boy back and forth as he finger-fucked him. "Mmm, so fucking tight..." Chris' brow furrowed in concentration and his own cock throbbed under his shorts, notably so when Chandler's still hard cock poked against him, leaving behind a dot of pre-cum. "Still so hard....god you need it so bad, huh? How bad do you wish that was my thick cock filling you up?"

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