Juice padded into the playroom on his hands and knees. His entire body was sensitive, throbbing with need and expectation. He glanced up to find Tig and hurried over to him, resting his head in his lap when he'd reached the chair he was sitting in. He dropped the leash from his jaw to Tig's lap. Tig stroked his head and gathered the leash, tugging him into a rough kiss. "Did you shower and shave like I told you to?" Juice nodded, a grin playing on his lips. "Yes, Master."
"Good boy... Now... Do you know what this is?" He held up a sheet of paper in front of Juice's nose. "No, Sir."
"This is all of the stuff you've done wrong these two weeks that you need punishment for. Look at this!" He flipped open the list. Here were four items on it, making Juice flush with pride. He'd expected at least ten. "I'm sorry, Master."
"You will be when I'm done with you... Now. Go pick something I can spank you with." Juice flushed and took his leash back, padding over to the favorite spanking tools. He selected a long, thin, crop, his favorite because of the rough edges. He returned to Tig, depositing it and the leash into his lap.
"Stand up." Tig began pulling the chain holding the keys to Juice's collar and belt off his neck. He grabbed the padlock on the belt and slipped it in, his nose nearly touching His lover's as he slipped it off dreadfully slowly.
Juice collapsed as soon as he was free of it and began to kiss the floor in front of Tig. "Stand back up." Tig snapped his fingers. Juice rose, his arms politely behind his back. Much to his horror, his cock was already rising to full mast. Tig grabbed it and squeezed hard enough to hurt. "You're free to cum whenever you must, you don't need to hold back... But if you can't last as long as I plan to go with you tonight, there will be hell to pay." Juice swallowed hard and nodded. "Yessir."
Tig unhooked his leash and hung it from one of their hooks. "Go on. The bench." He motioned to it. Juice dropped to his hands and knees and scurried to it, climbing onto it. The cold vinyl made him shiver, the tip of his erect cock bumping the hard wood when it twitched. He breathed a happy sigh when Tig removed the plug and squeezed his ass.
The first swat was light, almost playful, across his left cheek. He shivered and bit his lip to hold back a moan. The second wasn't so playful, a stinging swat to his right cheek. He jerked, gasping in pleasure. It was then that the blows came more freely, each one making Juice jerk and cry out. He arched against the blows, begging silently for more. He could feel his body burning and aching. Juice's needy shaft was thrust hard against the uncomfortable bench, but still he rubbed it, any stimulation feeling good at this point. He cried out, shoving his fist into his mouth, as his first orgasm in two weeks rolled over him. Tig chuckled and slowed his strikes so he could watch Juice writhe wih the orgasm, his whole body tensing and relaxing as his seed spilled out, dirtying the bench and floor. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Juice's neck when he'd begun to come down before picking up pace on the whip again. Tig reddened both cheeks then laid the whip down, dropping to his knees to kiss and nuzzle the burning flesh. He grabbed Juice's collar and tugged him up and over to the chain hanging. "Stand still." Juice beamed, a dopey grin, and nodded. "Yessir."
Tig gathered his wrists in cuffs and chained him up, pulling tight enough that Juice had to stand on his toes. He kissed the delicate divot made by Juice's stretched shoulder blades before walking to the bed. Juice struggled to look at him, blushing when he pulled a bag out from underneath the bed. He knew where that bag was from... Their favorite sex shop in Stockton. Tig returned and patted his hip to get him to look forward again. He turned Juice's collar and the Latino felt his lover hook something into the ring. He shivered when Tig pressed fingers into his hole, arching as well as he could.
Juice's throat closed when he felt the cold metal ball slip inside him. Tig gave the anal hook a playful tug before attaching it to the chain from Juice's collar, pulling his head back. "Fuck..." Juice breathed, shivering and moaning when the chain tugged the hook deeper. Tig went around his front and hooked a weight to each ring, smirking at Juice's open mouthed expression. He pressed a kiss to Juice's needy mouth, reaching down and tugging his shaft playfully. Juice gave a sobbing moan when Tig made him lean forward, tugging the hook and making the weights move. His body jerked as he came again, flushing with embarrassment. Tig chuckled, pulling away. He lifted his hand and allowed his lover to lick the semen from his fingers, his eyes lowered.
The older man went around behind Juice again and he heard rustling, his entire body hyper sensitive to the surroundings. He felt the brush of something delicate, then flushed; Tig was running a feather over his lower back. He shivered, squirming away from the touch. Tig brushed his inner thighs after nudging them apart with his feet. Juice gave a shaky sigh, struggling away from the tickling and only succeeding in pulling the anal hook in all sorts of pleasant ways. His nipples ached as he squirmed, the weights tickling his chest. Tig brushed the feather behind his ears and down his neck, making him whimper and shrug his shoulders to free himself. He went around to his front, running the fewer first around the backs of his knees then over his scrotum, his belly button, his chest, finally over his hypersensitive nipples. Juice looked at him, silently begging, and Tig only smiled. He brushed the feather over Juice's parted lips before pressing a kiss to them. He tugged Juice's chest weights lightly, making the man cry out. Smirking, Tig pulled away and went back behind him, starting the entire tickling process over again.
Juice lost track of time. His body was hypersensitive, aching to the point that Tig breathing over his sweat slicked skin would make him moan. He world was a haze as his body throbbed in places he wasn't aware could be turned on. When Tig began to spank him with his bare hand, it pushed him over the final edge. He gave an incoherent scream.
Tig noticed a change in Juice almost immediately. The boy's body slumped against the restraints, his head lolling backwards. He was groaning and mumbling, but Tig couldn't make sense of any of the words. Concerned, he gathered Juice into his arms, rubbing his rear where he'd spanked it. Juice was all grins, arching against his hand as he groaned softly. Tig stepped back, carefully releasing him. Juice melted to the floor, nearly riding the hook inside him. Panicked, Tig grabbed his phone and dialed Ray's number.
"What is it?" Ray barked tiredly. "Something's wrong with Juice." Tig said quickly, watching his lover on the floor. "What's going on?" All exhaustion left Ray's voice. Tig explained what they'd been doing, why, and what was currently happening. He pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it when Ray began to laugh wildly. "What the fuck are you laughing at?!" Tig asked, still panicked. Ray struggled to calm himself. "He's fine." He finally said, still chuckling. Tig could hear Jax talking in the background. Ray pulled the phone away from his ear to say something inaudible to Jax, who began to laugh. Tig sighed. "He's not fine, Ray! Jesus!"
"He is. You did really well... This is a point most sub wants to get to, and he needs it... First time he's trusted someone enough to get to it. You can keep going with play, but you need to be careful... He has no limits... You could kill him and he'd enjoy it. And you need to coax him out of it, you can do it by talking to him, even just telling him to come back... He's gonna be fucked up after... Might as well be drunk... Take good care of him and keep a close eye on him... But he's fine." Tig swallowed hard. "Thank you... This is good?"
"He's flying right now. It's the best place to be for someone with his life." Ray hung up with no further words.
Tig approached Juice slowly and crouched in front of him. Gently, he unhooked his weights and the chain on his collar. "Come back baby..." He said softly to Juice, staring into his glazed eyes. "Come back to me, Juicy." He stroked his cheeks. Repeating, slowly, those two words, he freed him from all binds except his collar. Slowly, the light came back into Juice's eyes. Tears began to slip down his cheeks and he began to shiver, his arms giving out on him. He fell into Tig's lap, shaking. Tig pulled him close and rose, leading him with shaky legs to the bedroom, humming to him.
He put on a low light and laid them both on the bed, stroking Juice's back. The boy had ceased crying, and was now just shivering, despite the three blankets over his nude body. Tig sat up, meaning to grab another blanket, and Juice sobbed, grabbing his hips desperately. "Don't go..." He mumbled, his speech slurred. Tig shushed him gently, lying back down. "I won't go..." Juice began to mumble against Tig's chest, mostly garbled and inaudible, but Tig could make out some things. "Scared... Love... Need you... Lost... Don't leave... Desperate..."
Finally he sighed and lifted Juice's chin. "Shh." He whispered firmly, and Juice's jaw shut with a click. He smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I love you. With everything. You need sleep, though, baby." He stroked his head. "I'm thirsty..." He mumbled. "Want me to get you something?" Juice nodded, but his arms tightened on Tig again when he went to rise. He sighed and pulled Juice out of bed. "Come with me Brown Eyes." He said, helping Juice stumble with him into the kitchen. He let him slide carefully to the floor, his back against the island, while he got water. He sat with Juice and fed him the water, smiling softly at the look of grateful adoration he received in return. He gently broke apart a bar of chocolate and slipped into Juice's mouth. Juice groaned softly, chewing and swallowing. "Thank you..." He whispered, his speech still slightly slurred. Tig nodded. He pressed a kiss to Juice's mouth before giving him another piece of chocolate.
They finished off the bar together, and Tig made him drink the rest of his water. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" He asked. Juice scowled, obviously thinking hard about the question. "Yes...No.." His brow furrowed even more and Tig chuckled. "Come on." He rose and helped Juice up and to the bathroom. He arranged the toilet for Juice and then turned to start a bath. Juice watched him silently as he did his business, his brows still furrowed. Tig turned back around. "What?" Juice shook his head, leaning over to flush the toilet. It was obvious he was getting a little more control back.
Tig pulled him close and kissed him. He flipped off the water and helped Juice in before slipping in himself, his belly to Juice's back. Gently, he began to wash his lover, smiling at the shivers he earned. He kissed over the wet flesh, earning a soft moan. Juice leaned back on Tig as the older man began to wash over his front, his eyes getting heavy. Tig hummed gently in his ear as he washed him from head to toe. He leaned back, allowing Juice to doze on him in the warm water as he stroked his damp skin.
Tig roused Juice only when he had to, when the temptation to fall asleep became too strong for him. He gently dried his sleepy submissive and led him to the bedroom, tucking him in and nuzzling close to him. He stroked his arm and hip gently, humming the exhausted man back to sleep.
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Tig woke the next morning when he heard Juice groan next to him. He looked over and chuckled. Instead of his lover he was met with a pillow. "Good morning to you too, Sunshine... How are you feeling?" Juice groaned under the pillow. "I have a migraine from fucking hell... What did you fucking do to me?"
"Nothing... You don't remember?" Juice pulled his face from the pillow and flopped back on top of it, looking at Tig, his brows furrowed in thought. "No, actually... Not really. Did you give me drugs?"
"No..."
"What the fuck happened?"
"What do you remember?" Juice scratched his chin. "I remember you spanking me... Then tickling me... And I feel like you started spanking me again, but that's about it... It was like I fell off the face of the earth. I know I loved the feeling, I remember feeling amazing..." Tig chuckled. "You pretty much did... I panicked... I had to call Ray."
"What'd he say was wrong?"
"He said you were flying, or something... That it was a good thing." Juice began to chuckle. "You're joking, right?"
"No... You were acting like you were on drugs." He paused as Juice began to laugh wildly, holding his pounding head. "What's so fucking funny?"
"I didn't believe in that shit..."
"What shit?" He shook his head. "Being able to do that... I thought it was an urban legend... I really was high?" Tig raised his eyebrows and nodded. Juice chuckled. "May I get some aspirin, Sir?" Tig nodded, rolling over to check his phone. He growled a little at his missed call from Ray. Concerned it might be about Jax, he dialed back. Ray answered immediately. "Hey, Tig... Wanted to know how Juice was doing today."
"He just woke up... He's got a migraine."
"That's to be expected... Kinda like having a hangover. Does he seem off to you? Depressed? Happy? Anything?"
"No... Just normal..."
"Watch him for depression, sometimes that happens... Was he okay last night?"
"Very clingy... I had to drag him with me to get him a glass of water." Ray grunted. "Yeah, watch him... Just make sure he's safe, knows you're here to stay for good... We can be really susceptible to abandonment ideas afterwards..."
"I will... Thank you, Ray." Ray chuckled. "No problem. Talk to you later, Sir." Tig hung up as Juice padded back into the bedroom, wiping his mouth.
Tig rose and grabbed him, pinning him to the wall and kissing him hard. Juice gasped, his hands going around Tig's shoulders quickly. He relaxed immediately, opening his mouth to the kiss. Tig ground their hips together, holding Juice's thighs before lifting him. Juice grunted and wrapped his legs around Tig, allowing the older man to carry him to the bed. He laid him down and grabbed lube from their bedside stand, gently slicking his younger lover. Juice looked up at him, his eyes heavy with need, but still surprised. Tig pressed another kiss to his mouth, slipping into him slowly. Juice gasped into his mouth, holding his hips tightly as Tig began to move, slow and deep. He rested his head on Juice's shoulder as he thrust, feeling his lovers thighs tighten on his hips, Juice's legs wrapped around his, his fingers biting into his lower back.
Juice gave small, mewling moans, arching in an effort to make Tig go faster, or harder, but Tig kept his pace. He kissed gently over the sweat slicked flesh, finally finding the Latino's lips. He locked their mouths in a kiss, only then moving a little faster. Juice let out a sobbing moan, giving Tig access to trace the familiar contours of his lover's teeth and tongue. He slipped his hand under Juice's neck, pulling away and gazing into his eyes. Juice swallowed hard, his own gaze aroused, passion filled, needy. Tig reached between them, gently stroking Juice. "May I-" Tig cut off his words with a kiss. "Please don't ask me." He whispered against Juice's lips. Juice nodded, arching his back. He allowed passion to take him, his orgasm rushing through him as he writhed hopelessly under Tig. Tig began to thrust faster when Juice's body began to relax, kissing him again. He held the kiss as his own climax hit, and kept it until his body was spent.
Tig broke the kiss to lean over and grab tissues, cleaning between their bodies before rolling next to Juice. He wiggled close to Tig, resting his head on his chest as Tig propped himself into a half sitting position. Juice twined their legs together and slung the sheet over their hips. "What was that for?" He whispered. Tig shrugged, grabbing his cigarettes. "Because I wanted to make love to you... I feel like we have a good relationship... But we lose the true love sometimes... You know you're my life, Juicy." Juice looked up at him, his eyes damp. "I forget that."
"Well stop, dummy." Tig smiled and kissed him before lighting a cigarette and handing it to him. He lit his own and sighed happily.
Tig looked down and smiled softly when he saw Juice had fallen asleep on his chest. He snuggled deeper into the bed and set aside the ashtray, allowing his own sleep to take him over.
It was nearly two when Juice finally roused himself enough to look at the clock. He smiled softly, still wrapped in Tig's embrace. He knew he could easily stay this way for hours. "Tiggy..." He whispered. "Tig... Sir..." He kissed over Tig's chest, smiling when the man groaned. "We gotta start packing and get a plane for today.."
"I know..." He grumbled, rubbing his eyes. "You are worse than a woman." Juice blushed and lowered his head. "Sorry..." Tig chuckled. "Not always a bad thing." He said with a shrug. "Wanna make us some coffee?" Juice nodded. He kissed Tig before rising and pulling on shorts to pad into the kitchen.
Tig sat up, smiling softly after him. It was odd... How much one person could change someone... He glanced down at his hands and smiled again. Maybe it was time after all...