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Chip: Am I going to be tied to the tracks?
Dale: ...not the tracks.
Dale: Maybe the bar at work, if you seem to respond well to the bed and the couch and the kitchen chair and the showercurtain rod.
Chip: Oh. Well. Uhmm....
Dale: Look at it this way, you're going to finally find out what it is about what you've been doing to me that makes me so hot.
Chip: *nods and looks terrified... and is hard as a rock*
Dale: *grins* Well, little Chip seems to like the idea?
Chip: I... it's... Oh god. *bites his lip*
Dale: *murmured, almost growled* I just want to make it plain- I am /not/ sharing you. /Mine/.
Chip: *shivers* Yessir. Yours.
Dale: *grins broadly* Oh, he even shivers at the words.
Chip: *gives a cocky grin at least* Wouldn't you?
Dale: *frowns at the grin, and swats Chip's ass* You're on my shit list right now, pal. And you're going to have to work very hard getting off of it. If you even want off it, you little slut. *trying to tone that like the growling-murmuring thing he was doing earlier, though*
Chip: *blinks and squirms* I wasn't trying to cheat on you. I thought you... I thought I was doing it for you. *muttered like a sullen child*
Dale: You wanna know what you're going to do for me instead, baby? *takes Chip by the chin, forcing eye contact* You're gonna lose your cherry, because if I leave you with it, some barfly is going to get it. And I don't want that. Mine.
Chip: *swallows hard against the lump in his throat* Never, I would never let... Oh god. *shaking, scared and needy at the same time* I.. Is it going to hurt bad?
Dale: Do you really care if it hurts?
Chip: *eyes flit, looking away as best he can* No. *tiny voice*
Dale: Now for the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question... do you /want/ it to hurt, baby? Because it's going to hurt however I do it. And maybe you'll kick up a fuss about that. And I don't care, because I'm getting in there anyway.
Chip: I... I don't know. How can I know until I have it? I... I want you to take me. I'm yours, Dale. I can take it.
Dale: *grins a little broader, at that* I know you can take it. And I know you're going to take it, because it's what I want. *up on tiptoes to kiss Chip's mouth, and to whisper* Haven't fucked anybody else's ass since I found you. I've been saving it for when you were ready for me to teach you how to do it, baby.
Chip: *shivers, hands sliding over Dale's hips* I... I want it. I have for a while. Keep telling you, I love you and I'm yours. For anything. Everything.
Dale: Right now, I'm half-tempted to beat your ass bright red, tie you to the bed and leave you there for a while, asshole.
Chip: *shivers, looking confused at his own bodies reaction*
Dale: What's got you looking puzzled, baby?
Chip: *whispered* Want.
Dale: *blinks- then grins, wickedly* Want what, handsome. *nips Chip's chin* You have to tell me what you want if you think you're going to get it.
Chip: *nods* And... you said that about beating my ass and... *looks down* I reacted.
Dale: What's 'reacted' mean? Your pulse went up, your dick jerked, you came in your jeans? I'm not a mindreader.
Chip: Not the last. *muttered, still staring down*
Dale: Well. What's a good boy say when he wants something?
Chip: *chuckles* I wouldn't know. Never been a good boy.
Dale: Time that changed. *spank* So?
Chip: *groans* Please?
Dale: *frowns, and swats that ass again* Getting further away from what you were hinting you wanted, baby... I did tell you what you had to do to get it. Please /what/?
Chip: *bites his lip* Please take me? Hurt me? Make me yours? I sound like a cheesy porn, Dale.
Dale: *leers a bit* Does it turn you on to think you sound like a cheesy porn? Think about the answer to that a bit... and while you're thinking, go to the toy chest and get me... let's see. the handcuffs, and the collar, and... I'm thinking the paddle will do for your first spanking, boy. But if you think you need me to use something harder, I will. Fetch. *spank*
Chip: *jumps, still sort of confused, but mostly by the fact that he wants this so badly. And scurry to he does, gathering everything Dale had asked for and bringing them to him. He stood there, looking confused a bit before holding them* As you wished.
Dale: *musses Chip's hair* Good boy. See? It's not hard to be a good boy... you just do what I tell you. *takes the items- gets the collar and instructs Chip* Bend your head down, so I can put this on you.
Chip: *sways, trying to brush against Dale before bowing is head*
Dale: *lets Chip brush into him: it is, after all, probably pretty overwhelming... then buckles the collar on, firm and tightly* Now... you want me to treat you like this is something you don't understand... or you want me to treat you like you're my bitch and nothing but, boy? *getting handcuffs*
Chip: *doesn't answer right away, trying to think and truly make this decision* Which... How do you want it?
Dale: Well, you're going to be my bitch, and nothing but, sooner or later. *leer* But I can just throw you in the deep end of the pool, or I can put you in the shallow end and walk you down to the deep one. You know how you learn better'n I do, boy.
Chip: *leans in, kissing Dale* I trust you. Throw me in.
Dale: *kisses back* Okay- hands together on the back of your head so I can cuff you to your collar, boy. I think the most important thing to teach you... yeah, first things first. *chuckles as he reaches up and behind with the cuffs*
Chip: *tenses, almost belying his words. But then he does as he's told, moving to put his hands in place*
Dale: *clips the chain on the clip for the leash- then sets the metal in place around Chip's wrists- one at a time* Such a good boy... *takes advantage of the fact that Chip can't bat his hand away to grope him through his pants*
Chip: *groans* Oh god, more. Please. *Hard, needy and already rolling his hips*
Dale: *lets Chip do that for a bit-- then withdraws his hand* I do think my boy likes being restrained... *reaches up to the collar of Chip's T-shirt, in back... and with a jerk of his hands tears the cotton* Let's see how he likes being restrained and on display. *continues tearing the shirt off of Chip, slowly, watching his face*
Chip: *almost pulling away, eyes wide and a little scared. But that didn't stop him from trying to get closer to Dale* I... Is this what you want?
Dale: *growled* well I sure as fuck don't want you wearing this T-shirt that fucking whore at the bar was groping you through ever again, boy. *reaches for fly of Chip's jeans, once the shirt's gone- and goes about getting those off less destructively*
Chip: I... I wasn't doing anyting. I swear to god, Dale.
Dale: *snarling, now* Did you /stop/ him? Then you were doing something you shouldn't. *jeans off the butt- underwear, too- but not tugged down in front*
Chip: *scared now* I... I wasn't doing anything. I swear. God, dale, I love you. I wouldn't try and hurt you.
Dale: *takes a step back, so to speak- and a different tone, more reassuring* I know you wouldn't, baby. I know you love me, and I know you wouldn't try to hurt me. Doesn't mean you're not getting spanked, though.
Chip: *nods, bowing his head as best he can* I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. *drunk wasn't an excuse but it was the truth*
Dale: ...now /that/, that's a very good boy indeed! *caressing that bared ass* How many swats do you think you deserve, then, boy? *mildly curious if Chip will over or underestimate*
Chip: Uhmmm... I don't know. * he thinks on how mad Dale sounded* A dozen?
Dale: *smirking* ...I think you might be man enough to take a dozen. Should I put you across my lap like a little boy, then? *using a finger in the cleft of that backside as a goad to steer Chip towards the couch* Or should I stand you in front of a mirror so you can watch your face while you're punished?
Chip: I.. On the couch? Lap? *He thought he could do that better than to see himself*
Dale: Forgot 'please', boy... *continues heading for the couch, though- and goes to sit* easiest way to get you across my lap is going to be for you to kneel on the couch to my right, then just lean forward as if to lay yourself out for it. I'll get you positioned proper. *grins* You're fucking hard as a rock, baby. I should've gotten a videocam set up so I could make you watch it later.
Chip: *already moving to kneel but he freezes at those words* I... God, you are just going to kill me. *keeps moving, laying over Dale's lap*
Dale: *chuckles* No, I'm not going to kill you. *settles Chip- tugging the jeans off the front as he lays forward and catching his hardon between his thighs, squeezing it tightly* But next time, you're going on tape. Something for you to watch while you jerk off for me, I think... sound like what you need, baby? *stroking backside*
Chip: *at first he doesn't even hear Dale's words. Just hips rolling, grinding against his lover's thigh* I... I will if you want. I... Mmm, please? *hips bucking now*
Dale: *chuckles huskily* So you want a next time, and to jerk off for me? Did you used to imagine yourself giving up control like this, baby? *teases Chip's cherry with a fingertip*
Chip: *shakes his head* I never did think of this. Never. But now... god, it's fucking hot.
Dale: *presses that finger a little more firmly, shifting so that- yeah, he's definitely finding it hot too, to gauge what's against Chip's hip* Glad you think it's hot, because that'll make keeping you like this easier. I meant what I said, baby. I'm not sharing you. *withdraws his finger, and murmurs* Now you have a very simple task for the next little bit, baby...
Chip: I don't want to be shared. You're the only one I want, Dale. Dammit, please, understand that. You're all I want. The only one I want.
Dale: *strokes Chip's hair* I know, baby. I know I'm what you want. Now listen close, because for the next few moments, all you're going to say is how many swats that pretty ass has taken, followed by the word sir. Then thank you, and then sir again. Think you can do that for me, boy?
Chip: *nods, tensing* I can do it..> Sir.
Dale: *squeezes his thighs around that shaft* Then we'll begin... *and puts his best into that first swing*
Chip: *yelps, panting* Uhmmm, one. Sir. Thank you. Sir. Again Sir?
Dale: *must be grinning, to go from his voice* Oh, enthusiasm... *gives two in rapid succession, then caresses the burning skin with his fingers, reaching to tease that virginity again, paddle resting against Chip's thigh*
Chip: Two! Sir. Ta... Three Sir. Thank you. Again?
Dale: Mmm. So have we found something you're going to need done regularly, my boy? *another swat- right over the redness of the first one*
Chip: Yes Please. I... It's... *he couldn't say it felt good but it made him horny as hell* Thank you, Sir. Again?
Dale: *chuckles darkly* I should've told you that I was starting over if you lost count, shouldn't I have, boy... think I should be forgiving for the first time?
Chip: Oh shit, please. dale, I can't handle it. I can't.
Dale: Can't handle what, baby... *stroking, letting Chip calm down for a few moments*
Chip: Hurts. *muttered, sounding upset he had to say it*
Dale: You think it hurts now? Wait 'till you're through the other nine... we'll just skip counting that one you forgot, does that sound fair?
Chip: *whimpers and nods*
Dale: What's a good boy say when his master does him a favor?
Chip: Thank you Sir. Again?
Dale: Good boy. *Gives Chip a fresh one- waits for him to speak before another- and waits again before the next-- but the seventh, that one comes almost immediately on the heels of the sixth*
Chip: And Chip calls them all, as best he can as he begins whining and bucking, his voice breathless, needy.
Dale: *pauses there, for a moment* Want a break for a moment, boy, to catch your breath? I think half-way's a good point to pause... and we're already past that. *teases that pucker with his fingertip again*
Chip: *pushes back with a sigh* Please? I want it over, to get more. Please?
Dale: *mmmmmms* Never thought I'd hear you begging to get spanked more, my pretty boy. *jabs that finger a bit- then takes it away and lays down another firm swat*
Chip: Oh god! *eyes wide, shivering* Eight, Sir. Thank you. Again, Sir?
Dale: When I'm done you realize I'm going to open you up and put it inside you? As your reward for giving yourself to me? That's what's keeping you going- *a hard swat against reddened flesh*- isn't it? Knowing I'll take you when your ass is red enough?
Chip: Yes. I know. Nine, Sir. Thank you Sir. I want it. I do. Please again sir?
Dale: *squeezes that hardness between his thighs* Well then. *lays the last three on every bit as hard as he can manage- as rapidly as he can manage- keeping that tight grip on Chip so as to tease him as he bucks under the torment*
Chip:* And buck he did, crying out the words and saying just what hed' been told* Oh god. Please. Dale. I need you. *fucks himself against the tightness of his lover's thighs*
Dale: *drops the paddle, letting it clatter against the floor- and relaxing those thighs a bit, stroking the burning redness* So, such a good boy deserves a special treat... so answer this question. Do you want me to take this cherry like you're completely helpless, like you have no choice but to do what I want- or do you want me to take it slow and steady and make you enjoy every inch of it?
Dale: *adds* and when I ask what you want, I'm not looking to hear you tell me it's supposed to be how I want, boy.
Chip: I... I want it all. I... I don't know what I'll enjoy. I just want to feel more. Want it. Need something. *he wasn't sure how to word it*
Dale: More of the rough, or more of the sweet, precious... *ruffles Chip's hair again- then brings that hand down as well- and sets the two to work on kneading- spreading that backside*
Chip: Uhmmm, rough. If I can't take it, I'll tell you.
Dale: *purrs appreciatively* so brave... *lets his thumb press in there, then- a bit less gentle than he's been with Chip so far* You remember where the lube got put when I let you fuck me yesterday?
Chip: *groaning, shuvering as he pushes back to his thumb* Yes. I remember. I know where it is.
Dale: Tell me where it is, then, boy... and tell me what I'm going to do with it.
Chip: It's in my top dresser drawer and... and you're going to use it to fuck me.
Dale: Mmm-hmmm. Going to get you nice and slicked up so I can get my cock up inside you. Going to make you be my faggot. *watching Chip like a HAWK with that last one, in case it's scary rather than sexy*
Chip: *He does tense, eyes going wide... but he rolls his hips, rubbing himself on his lover's thigh* I... I really am, aren't I? *he shivered*
Dale: *answers, quiet* Yep, you really are my faggot. Nobody else's- just mine. Think about how it'd feel to say it out loud yourself...?
Chip: *is quiet. It's a step he'd never have imagined he'd take* I... I'm not sure yet. I... I mean... I...
Dale: *chuckles, through his nose, letting his thumb press in a slow circle* Just another step in your submission, boy... just like the collar and the cuffs. Or the way I'm working my thumb into your tight ass. Just another part of becoming what I want you to be.
CHip: Is... is that what you want? Me to be your... your faggot?
Dale: Can you think of a better word for the guy whose ass I fuck?
Chip: I... no. I guess not.
Dale: if you're not ready to say it, you're not ready, boy. *pats the small of Chip's back, as his thumb wriggles a little bit deeper still, though not quite past the tightness yet*
Chip: 8writhes, eyes closed* I... I just want it. Please?
Dale: *breathes softly, in a tender tone* Get that sweet ass over the end of the couch so I can get the lube and fuck it then.... faggot.
Chip: I... Fuck, Dale. I'm so close. *his tones were amazed, stunned that what they had done had left him tight, wanting for that last push to send him over the edge. But he does what he's told, laying over the end of the couch, ass in the air, red and thighs open*
Dale: *warningly* Don't you dare cum until I'm up that ass, boy. *up to his feet and into the bedroom. He's fully clothed still- and the outline of his arousal's plainly visible... he's back with the lube shortly thereafter, and he pops the lid, slicking up fingers before they start in on Chip's ass*
Chip: *whines, pushing back so that he wasn't tempted to keep grinding himself against the fabric of the sofa* Mmm, god, why didn't you tell me it felt this good?
Dale: 'Cause I wanted to get a little bit more of that dick up my ass before you were gonna start whining for me to pound you all the time, baby... *pressing slicked finger harder- and this time, popping within* How's that feel then...?
Chip: *crying out, nails clawing at the couch to try and pull away* Oh god. It hurts. Don't stop. Please, god, don't stop.
Dale: *tones down what he's doing, though, to let Chip get used to it* push down, baby, like you're trying to pass something out of you... that helps. God damn. So tight... I'm so glad I've been saving myself for your ass.
Chip: *does what he's told, shaking. Panting, nodding as he takes deep breathes, forcing himself to relax*
Dale: *strokes Chip's back with the other hand, murmuring encouragement* That was the hardest part of it- the rest is just relaxing so you're open wider... and you're just like a package of Cracker Jacks, baby- there's a surprise at the bottom... *wriggles finger a little deeper- rubbing against Chip's prostate*
Chip: *laughs at that analogy. Until he felt it* No. Don't. I can't wait if you do that. *whining, almost pulling away because it felt too good*
Dale: *chuckles* But it does help relax you, baby... *indeed- it did- Dale twisted his finger slowly as he withdrew from that sensitivity* See?
Chip: It's... I like it. I just.... So close. Want it bad. *whimpers*
Dale: I can take it out and just get to work on pounding you- but it'll hurt more like that, baby. Do you want that, even though it'll hurt?
Chip: N-No. Keep doing that. Just warning. *shivers and presses back*
Dale: *leans down and kisses Chip's ass* Okay. Just figured in case you were getting into hungry bottom mode... damn but your ass is red, pretty. *licks, as his finger hooks and he gently applies sideways pressure*
Chip: *nods, clawing at the sofa once more* I can be good. I think. Fuck, nothing like this before. *so used to being top, of taking, fucking, having*
Dale: *continues the stimulation, murmuring* well we have ways of making you last... you know, maybe I'll just pump your ass and not even let you get off? *drags his nails down that burning skin*
Chip: No. Fuck. You can't do that to me. Come on. Never. Can't do that.
Dale: *grins* Ah-hah, finally found something you weren't hungry for, babe. I was mostly thinking of it because you obviously could use some training in getting pleasure out of pleasuring someone... *adds another finger*
Dale: ...not the tracks.
Dale: Maybe the bar at work, if you seem to respond well to the bed and the couch and the kitchen chair and the showercurtain rod.
Chip: Oh. Well. Uhmm....
Dale: Look at it this way, you're going to finally find out what it is about what you've been doing to me that makes me so hot.
Chip: *nods and looks terrified... and is hard as a rock*
Dale: *grins* Well, little Chip seems to like the idea?
Chip: I... it's... Oh god. *bites his lip*
Dale: *murmured, almost growled* I just want to make it plain- I am /not/ sharing you. /Mine/.
Chip: *shivers* Yessir. Yours.
Dale: *grins broadly* Oh, he even shivers at the words.
Chip: *gives a cocky grin at least* Wouldn't you?
Dale: *frowns at the grin, and swats Chip's ass* You're on my shit list right now, pal. And you're going to have to work very hard getting off of it. If you even want off it, you little slut. *trying to tone that like the growling-murmuring thing he was doing earlier, though*
Chip: *blinks and squirms* I wasn't trying to cheat on you. I thought you... I thought I was doing it for you. *muttered like a sullen child*
Dale: You wanna know what you're going to do for me instead, baby? *takes Chip by the chin, forcing eye contact* You're gonna lose your cherry, because if I leave you with it, some barfly is going to get it. And I don't want that. Mine.
Chip: *swallows hard against the lump in his throat* Never, I would never let... Oh god. *shaking, scared and needy at the same time* I.. Is it going to hurt bad?
Dale: Do you really care if it hurts?
Chip: *eyes flit, looking away as best he can* No. *tiny voice*
Dale: Now for the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question... do you /want/ it to hurt, baby? Because it's going to hurt however I do it. And maybe you'll kick up a fuss about that. And I don't care, because I'm getting in there anyway.
Chip: I... I don't know. How can I know until I have it? I... I want you to take me. I'm yours, Dale. I can take it.
Dale: *grins a little broader, at that* I know you can take it. And I know you're going to take it, because it's what I want. *up on tiptoes to kiss Chip's mouth, and to whisper* Haven't fucked anybody else's ass since I found you. I've been saving it for when you were ready for me to teach you how to do it, baby.
Chip: *shivers, hands sliding over Dale's hips* I... I want it. I have for a while. Keep telling you, I love you and I'm yours. For anything. Everything.
Dale: Right now, I'm half-tempted to beat your ass bright red, tie you to the bed and leave you there for a while, asshole.
Chip: *shivers, looking confused at his own bodies reaction*
Dale: What's got you looking puzzled, baby?
Chip: *whispered* Want.
Dale: *blinks- then grins, wickedly* Want what, handsome. *nips Chip's chin* You have to tell me what you want if you think you're going to get it.
Chip: *nods* And... you said that about beating my ass and... *looks down* I reacted.
Dale: What's 'reacted' mean? Your pulse went up, your dick jerked, you came in your jeans? I'm not a mindreader.
Chip: Not the last. *muttered, still staring down*
Dale: Well. What's a good boy say when he wants something?
Chip: *chuckles* I wouldn't know. Never been a good boy.
Dale: Time that changed. *spank* So?
Chip: *groans* Please?
Dale: *frowns, and swats that ass again* Getting further away from what you were hinting you wanted, baby... I did tell you what you had to do to get it. Please /what/?
Chip: *bites his lip* Please take me? Hurt me? Make me yours? I sound like a cheesy porn, Dale.
Dale: *leers a bit* Does it turn you on to think you sound like a cheesy porn? Think about the answer to that a bit... and while you're thinking, go to the toy chest and get me... let's see. the handcuffs, and the collar, and... I'm thinking the paddle will do for your first spanking, boy. But if you think you need me to use something harder, I will. Fetch. *spank*
Chip: *jumps, still sort of confused, but mostly by the fact that he wants this so badly. And scurry to he does, gathering everything Dale had asked for and bringing them to him. He stood there, looking confused a bit before holding them* As you wished.
Dale: *musses Chip's hair* Good boy. See? It's not hard to be a good boy... you just do what I tell you. *takes the items- gets the collar and instructs Chip* Bend your head down, so I can put this on you.
Chip: *sways, trying to brush against Dale before bowing is head*
Dale: *lets Chip brush into him: it is, after all, probably pretty overwhelming... then buckles the collar on, firm and tightly* Now... you want me to treat you like this is something you don't understand... or you want me to treat you like you're my bitch and nothing but, boy? *getting handcuffs*
Chip: *doesn't answer right away, trying to think and truly make this decision* Which... How do you want it?
Dale: Well, you're going to be my bitch, and nothing but, sooner or later. *leer* But I can just throw you in the deep end of the pool, or I can put you in the shallow end and walk you down to the deep one. You know how you learn better'n I do, boy.
Chip: *leans in, kissing Dale* I trust you. Throw me in.
Dale: *kisses back* Okay- hands together on the back of your head so I can cuff you to your collar, boy. I think the most important thing to teach you... yeah, first things first. *chuckles as he reaches up and behind with the cuffs*
Chip: *tenses, almost belying his words. But then he does as he's told, moving to put his hands in place*
Dale: *clips the chain on the clip for the leash- then sets the metal in place around Chip's wrists- one at a time* Such a good boy... *takes advantage of the fact that Chip can't bat his hand away to grope him through his pants*
Chip: *groans* Oh god, more. Please. *Hard, needy and already rolling his hips*
Dale: *lets Chip do that for a bit-- then withdraws his hand* I do think my boy likes being restrained... *reaches up to the collar of Chip's T-shirt, in back... and with a jerk of his hands tears the cotton* Let's see how he likes being restrained and on display. *continues tearing the shirt off of Chip, slowly, watching his face*
Chip: *almost pulling away, eyes wide and a little scared. But that didn't stop him from trying to get closer to Dale* I... Is this what you want?
Dale: *growled* well I sure as fuck don't want you wearing this T-shirt that fucking whore at the bar was groping you through ever again, boy. *reaches for fly of Chip's jeans, once the shirt's gone- and goes about getting those off less destructively*
Chip: I... I wasn't doing anyting. I swear to god, Dale.
Dale: *snarling, now* Did you /stop/ him? Then you were doing something you shouldn't. *jeans off the butt- underwear, too- but not tugged down in front*
Chip: *scared now* I... I wasn't doing anything. I swear. God, dale, I love you. I wouldn't try and hurt you.
Dale: *takes a step back, so to speak- and a different tone, more reassuring* I know you wouldn't, baby. I know you love me, and I know you wouldn't try to hurt me. Doesn't mean you're not getting spanked, though.
Chip: *nods, bowing his head as best he can* I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. *drunk wasn't an excuse but it was the truth*
Dale: ...now /that/, that's a very good boy indeed! *caressing that bared ass* How many swats do you think you deserve, then, boy? *mildly curious if Chip will over or underestimate*
Chip: Uhmmm... I don't know. * he thinks on how mad Dale sounded* A dozen?
Dale: *smirking* ...I think you might be man enough to take a dozen. Should I put you across my lap like a little boy, then? *using a finger in the cleft of that backside as a goad to steer Chip towards the couch* Or should I stand you in front of a mirror so you can watch your face while you're punished?
Chip: I.. On the couch? Lap? *He thought he could do that better than to see himself*
Dale: Forgot 'please', boy... *continues heading for the couch, though- and goes to sit* easiest way to get you across my lap is going to be for you to kneel on the couch to my right, then just lean forward as if to lay yourself out for it. I'll get you positioned proper. *grins* You're fucking hard as a rock, baby. I should've gotten a videocam set up so I could make you watch it later.
Chip: *already moving to kneel but he freezes at those words* I... God, you are just going to kill me. *keeps moving, laying over Dale's lap*
Dale: *chuckles* No, I'm not going to kill you. *settles Chip- tugging the jeans off the front as he lays forward and catching his hardon between his thighs, squeezing it tightly* But next time, you're going on tape. Something for you to watch while you jerk off for me, I think... sound like what you need, baby? *stroking backside*
Chip: *at first he doesn't even hear Dale's words. Just hips rolling, grinding against his lover's thigh* I... I will if you want. I... Mmm, please? *hips bucking now*
Dale: *chuckles huskily* So you want a next time, and to jerk off for me? Did you used to imagine yourself giving up control like this, baby? *teases Chip's cherry with a fingertip*
Chip: *shakes his head* I never did think of this. Never. But now... god, it's fucking hot.
Dale: *presses that finger a little more firmly, shifting so that- yeah, he's definitely finding it hot too, to gauge what's against Chip's hip* Glad you think it's hot, because that'll make keeping you like this easier. I meant what I said, baby. I'm not sharing you. *withdraws his finger, and murmurs* Now you have a very simple task for the next little bit, baby...
Chip: I don't want to be shared. You're the only one I want, Dale. Dammit, please, understand that. You're all I want. The only one I want.
Dale: *strokes Chip's hair* I know, baby. I know I'm what you want. Now listen close, because for the next few moments, all you're going to say is how many swats that pretty ass has taken, followed by the word sir. Then thank you, and then sir again. Think you can do that for me, boy?
Chip: *nods, tensing* I can do it..> Sir.
Dale: *squeezes his thighs around that shaft* Then we'll begin... *and puts his best into that first swing*
Chip: *yelps, panting* Uhmmm, one. Sir. Thank you. Sir. Again Sir?
Dale: *must be grinning, to go from his voice* Oh, enthusiasm... *gives two in rapid succession, then caresses the burning skin with his fingers, reaching to tease that virginity again, paddle resting against Chip's thigh*
Chip: Two! Sir. Ta... Three Sir. Thank you. Again?
Dale: Mmm. So have we found something you're going to need done regularly, my boy? *another swat- right over the redness of the first one*
Chip: Yes Please. I... It's... *he couldn't say it felt good but it made him horny as hell* Thank you, Sir. Again?
Dale: *chuckles darkly* I should've told you that I was starting over if you lost count, shouldn't I have, boy... think I should be forgiving for the first time?
Chip: Oh shit, please. dale, I can't handle it. I can't.
Dale: Can't handle what, baby... *stroking, letting Chip calm down for a few moments*
Chip: Hurts. *muttered, sounding upset he had to say it*
Dale: You think it hurts now? Wait 'till you're through the other nine... we'll just skip counting that one you forgot, does that sound fair?
Chip: *whimpers and nods*
Dale: What's a good boy say when his master does him a favor?
Chip: Thank you Sir. Again?
Dale: Good boy. *Gives Chip a fresh one- waits for him to speak before another- and waits again before the next-- but the seventh, that one comes almost immediately on the heels of the sixth*
Chip: And Chip calls them all, as best he can as he begins whining and bucking, his voice breathless, needy.
Dale: *pauses there, for a moment* Want a break for a moment, boy, to catch your breath? I think half-way's a good point to pause... and we're already past that. *teases that pucker with his fingertip again*
Chip: *pushes back with a sigh* Please? I want it over, to get more. Please?
Dale: *mmmmmms* Never thought I'd hear you begging to get spanked more, my pretty boy. *jabs that finger a bit- then takes it away and lays down another firm swat*
Chip: Oh god! *eyes wide, shivering* Eight, Sir. Thank you. Again, Sir?
Dale: When I'm done you realize I'm going to open you up and put it inside you? As your reward for giving yourself to me? That's what's keeping you going- *a hard swat against reddened flesh*- isn't it? Knowing I'll take you when your ass is red enough?
Chip: Yes. I know. Nine, Sir. Thank you Sir. I want it. I do. Please again sir?
Dale: *squeezes that hardness between his thighs* Well then. *lays the last three on every bit as hard as he can manage- as rapidly as he can manage- keeping that tight grip on Chip so as to tease him as he bucks under the torment*
Chip:* And buck he did, crying out the words and saying just what hed' been told* Oh god. Please. Dale. I need you. *fucks himself against the tightness of his lover's thighs*
Dale: *drops the paddle, letting it clatter against the floor- and relaxing those thighs a bit, stroking the burning redness* So, such a good boy deserves a special treat... so answer this question. Do you want me to take this cherry like you're completely helpless, like you have no choice but to do what I want- or do you want me to take it slow and steady and make you enjoy every inch of it?
Dale: *adds* and when I ask what you want, I'm not looking to hear you tell me it's supposed to be how I want, boy.
Chip: I... I want it all. I... I don't know what I'll enjoy. I just want to feel more. Want it. Need something. *he wasn't sure how to word it*
Dale: More of the rough, or more of the sweet, precious... *ruffles Chip's hair again- then brings that hand down as well- and sets the two to work on kneading- spreading that backside*
Chip: Uhmmm, rough. If I can't take it, I'll tell you.
Dale: *purrs appreciatively* so brave... *lets his thumb press in there, then- a bit less gentle than he's been with Chip so far* You remember where the lube got put when I let you fuck me yesterday?
Chip: *groaning, shuvering as he pushes back to his thumb* Yes. I remember. I know where it is.
Dale: Tell me where it is, then, boy... and tell me what I'm going to do with it.
Chip: It's in my top dresser drawer and... and you're going to use it to fuck me.
Dale: Mmm-hmmm. Going to get you nice and slicked up so I can get my cock up inside you. Going to make you be my faggot. *watching Chip like a HAWK with that last one, in case it's scary rather than sexy*
Chip: *He does tense, eyes going wide... but he rolls his hips, rubbing himself on his lover's thigh* I... I really am, aren't I? *he shivered*
Dale: *answers, quiet* Yep, you really are my faggot. Nobody else's- just mine. Think about how it'd feel to say it out loud yourself...?
Chip: *is quiet. It's a step he'd never have imagined he'd take* I... I'm not sure yet. I... I mean... I...
Dale: *chuckles, through his nose, letting his thumb press in a slow circle* Just another step in your submission, boy... just like the collar and the cuffs. Or the way I'm working my thumb into your tight ass. Just another part of becoming what I want you to be.
CHip: Is... is that what you want? Me to be your... your faggot?
Dale: Can you think of a better word for the guy whose ass I fuck?
Chip: I... no. I guess not.
Dale: if you're not ready to say it, you're not ready, boy. *pats the small of Chip's back, as his thumb wriggles a little bit deeper still, though not quite past the tightness yet*
Chip: 8writhes, eyes closed* I... I just want it. Please?
Dale: *breathes softly, in a tender tone* Get that sweet ass over the end of the couch so I can get the lube and fuck it then.... faggot.
Chip: I... Fuck, Dale. I'm so close. *his tones were amazed, stunned that what they had done had left him tight, wanting for that last push to send him over the edge. But he does what he's told, laying over the end of the couch, ass in the air, red and thighs open*
Dale: *warningly* Don't you dare cum until I'm up that ass, boy. *up to his feet and into the bedroom. He's fully clothed still- and the outline of his arousal's plainly visible... he's back with the lube shortly thereafter, and he pops the lid, slicking up fingers before they start in on Chip's ass*
Chip: *whines, pushing back so that he wasn't tempted to keep grinding himself against the fabric of the sofa* Mmm, god, why didn't you tell me it felt this good?
Dale: 'Cause I wanted to get a little bit more of that dick up my ass before you were gonna start whining for me to pound you all the time, baby... *pressing slicked finger harder- and this time, popping within* How's that feel then...?
Chip: *crying out, nails clawing at the couch to try and pull away* Oh god. It hurts. Don't stop. Please, god, don't stop.
Dale: *tones down what he's doing, though, to let Chip get used to it* push down, baby, like you're trying to pass something out of you... that helps. God damn. So tight... I'm so glad I've been saving myself for your ass.
Chip: *does what he's told, shaking. Panting, nodding as he takes deep breathes, forcing himself to relax*
Dale: *strokes Chip's back with the other hand, murmuring encouragement* That was the hardest part of it- the rest is just relaxing so you're open wider... and you're just like a package of Cracker Jacks, baby- there's a surprise at the bottom... *wriggles finger a little deeper- rubbing against Chip's prostate*
Chip: *laughs at that analogy. Until he felt it* No. Don't. I can't wait if you do that. *whining, almost pulling away because it felt too good*
Dale: *chuckles* But it does help relax you, baby... *indeed- it did- Dale twisted his finger slowly as he withdrew from that sensitivity* See?
Chip: It's... I like it. I just.... So close. Want it bad. *whimpers*
Dale: I can take it out and just get to work on pounding you- but it'll hurt more like that, baby. Do you want that, even though it'll hurt?
Chip: N-No. Keep doing that. Just warning. *shivers and presses back*
Dale: *leans down and kisses Chip's ass* Okay. Just figured in case you were getting into hungry bottom mode... damn but your ass is red, pretty. *licks, as his finger hooks and he gently applies sideways pressure*
Chip: *nods, clawing at the sofa once more* I can be good. I think. Fuck, nothing like this before. *so used to being top, of taking, fucking, having*
Dale: *continues the stimulation, murmuring* well we have ways of making you last... you know, maybe I'll just pump your ass and not even let you get off? *drags his nails down that burning skin*
Chip: No. Fuck. You can't do that to me. Come on. Never. Can't do that.
Dale: *grins* Ah-hah, finally found something you weren't hungry for, babe. I was mostly thinking of it because you obviously could use some training in getting pleasure out of pleasuring someone... *adds another finger*