Author's Note: Includes light BDSM (Dom/sub, sir kink, light masochism)


"Beg."

"….I can't."

"Yes you can. Beg— that's an order."

"Please," he whispers, his face burning.

"Try again," he insists.

"But it's so embarrassing, Alvie— fuck," he whines, his thigh stinging.

"Address me properly," Alvie says, withdrawing his hand after smack House's thigh.

House takes a deep breath. "Sir," he begins softly, "I can't do it. It's too embarrassing."

"I know, baby," Alvie replies. "But you don't have a choice. You're tied down, with a vibrator pressed against your prostate, and a remote in my hand. So unless you want to be tortured via taking to much or not getting enough, you're going to open your fucking mouth and beg. Am I understood?"

House shivers and nods. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir." House swallows. "Please," he whispers, bucking his hips up against nothing. He's achingly hard and dying for any kind of friction, but he knows Alvie isn't going to let up until he begs.

"Keep going, baby," Alvie orders.

House whimpers and turns his head to the side. He takes a deep breath and looks back to Alvie. "Please," he says again. "Please, sir, please do something to me. Ride me, sit on my face— I don't care! Please, I need you so bad, sir, please!"

Alvie smiles and leans down to kiss House. "Good boy," he praises, turning on the vibrator.