It was a month after they first started doing bondage. Lincoln had a plan in mind to try and make it easier to ask for more hardcore sex. He'd rather not go straight up to Isaac and bluntly ask. He was too embarrassed for that.

So here he was, standing on his doorstep waiting for Isaac to answer the door after knocking.

The door clicked and opened, and Isaac greeted him with a smile, letting him in.

They did the usual, play some games, eat, and hang out as any friends normally would.

Yet, today Lincoln told Isaac he didn't want to fool around.

The man blinked in confusion, so he put his plan into action.

"I, uh… got in trouble at school today." He said, looking up at him. "I was late, and also got into a fight at school." He squirmed in his chair. "I don't deserve to play today. Instead, I think I need to be…" He looked away, his cheeks cherry-red.

Isaac only stared with a raised brow.

"P-punished…"

Isaac stared at him, mouth agape for a couple of seconds. The realization of the meaning behind Lincoln's words hit him like a truck. He changed his expression to a small smile instead.

"...I think you're right. This does call for some punishment." He said, nodding to the stairs afterward. "Upstairs."

The commanding voice sent a shiver down Lincoln's spine, exciting him. "Y-yes, sir."

Arriving at the stairs, Isaac said, "You know the drill."

He was well aware, taking off both his shoes and his socks to expose his bare feet.

They went up to the bedroom. Lincoln went straight to the bed and sat down.

"Take off your clothes." Isaac said in that commanding tone.

The boy undressed, as the man went into the closet to grab a couple of things.

Now fully nude, Lincoln listened as Isaac rummaged through his closet. He heard things move around for a little while before he exited the closet. He held that pair of purple fluffy cuffs, and a blindfold.

The naked Loud stared at the black blindfold with a blush, before looking back at Isaac, who sat down next to him. His body shook as the mattress bounced because of Isaac's weight.

The man gestured for Lincoln to put his wrists up in the air, and he did. Cuffing his wrists, he then raised the blindfold. But as he dangled the blindfold in front of Lincoln's face, he reminded him, "The safeword is, 'pineapple.'"

They had made it their safeword the second time they ever endeavored into bondage. Isaac insisted on it. They came up with the word pineapple after the two argued about what toppings belonged on pizza earlier that same day.

He gave Lincoln a reassuring smile, waiting for any signs to come from the boy. He got none after a few seconds. The boy was simply nervous which was understandable, so he put on the blindfold with no protests.

Once he believed the blindfold was on properly, he got up from the bed. "I'm getting one more thing." Before he made his way back to his closet, however, he raised his hand and turned it into a fist. He threw a punch towards the boy.

It was a fake, intended to see if Lincoln could see through the blindfold at all. He didn't flinch, so it was covering his eyes as intended.

He walked over and grabbed the last item he wanted from the closet, undressing while doing so. He put the item down on his nightstand with a clank. Lincoln heard it but had no idea what it was. He picked the Loud up and bent him over his lap, his cuffed hands trapped under him and pushing against his thighs.

Lincoln felt Isaac's hand on his buttcheeks. His mind was thinking about the punishment he was about to receive, so he clenched his cheeks in reaction. A hand grabbed one of his cheeks and started to massage it. The other hand rubbed his back soothingly, wandering around his backside with no goal. The warm touches made him bite his lip in anticipation, anxiously waiting for the first smack.

Isaac roamed the boy's body. Choosing to feel his soft skin with every nerve in his palm. He went up and brushed his hair, using the other hand to feel up and grab his little cute ass. Then he moved down to rub the back of his legs.

Lincoln's heart was slamming against his chest. The feeling of the hands wandering his body was kind of thrilling to him. It slightly tickled him, and every touch sent a jolt through his body. The blindfold made it ten times as noticeable. With his sense of sight gone, his brain focused on his sense of touch the most. Every time Isaac's hands rubbed against him, he shivered. Occasionally, he would take a hand off him. He would make him believe the first smack was coming down and coax him to clench his buttcheeks in some attempt of retaliation. But always, it was a bluff from the man. Every time he would calmly place his hand back down somewhere on his body. He was teasing him.

While his hand rested on his leg, he lifted it high, and Lincoln would squirm a little, and clench his cheeks. He would always drop it on his lower back instead. He loved watching the boy apprehensively clench his adorable cheeks. He kept teasing him to no end for him to repeat it. The act was like a sort of hypnosis or drug, and he got addicted. The best part was, he could repeat this as long as he would like to. The longer he did, the more uneasy and impatient it would make Lincoln.

The Loud felt Isaac tap his fingers on his back. The tapping soon stopped, and one finger slid across his spine, making him shudder. The finger slid down onto one butt cheek and then proceeded to poke it. He felt it poke him many times down there, and then suddenly without warning, he felt a light smack on his left cheek.

He didn't yell, the smack only slightly stung him. However not too long after the first light spank another followed, then more.

And more.

The noise of the hand spanking the delicate skin filled the room. Isaac didn't let even a second go by before the next spank came down. As the seconds ticked by, the strength of his spanks increased. Soon, he was spanking Lincoln hard enough that the boy was making sounds of discomfort. It wasn't even close to his full strength yet. He listened to the music of his whines as his cute butt was being punished. He heard no safeword yet, so Isaac continued mercilessly.

He spanked Lincoln at medium power, and kept it up for another minute, drowning in the whines and kicks the boy made. He even felt him attempt to move his cuffed arms to no avail. Then, he decided it was finally time to hit a little harder.

He gave the first hard smack to his rear and paused. For the first time today, Lincoln cried out at the pain that surged through. It didn't take long for another spank to follow.

"Ah!" The boy was now producing loud cries of pain as his hand kept smacking his small butt. He squirmed under Isaac's tight hold and kicked his legs up in a pathetic attempt to fight back.

Isaac kept his ears open for the moment Lincoln would shout out the safeword. He knew there was a good chance he would. But no safeword came just yet. In fact, he felt Lincoln's hardened dick on his leg. The fact that it was still hard and not turning soft meant one thing; he was enjoying this. Maybe he was even loving it.

He noticed that the cute little ass was starting to gain some color. The pink skin was very noticeable surrounded by Lincoln's normal beige. This aroused him more, and the spanks he dished out were even harder because of it.

Lincoln received three decent smacks on his rear, making him yell out and shift in his bindings. Then, he got lifted by Isaac. He thought for a second that it was over, but he got proven wrong when he made him stand on his feet facing a wall. He grabbed the chain of the cuffs binding his wrists. His hands got forced up above his head and against the wall as Isaac held the cuffs against it. Then, without warning, the spanks continued.

Using all the power in his muscles now, and in this new position, Isaac punished Lincoln's rear with no mercy. His repeated blows did not give any hints of stopping.

Lincoln could do nothing but scream at the wall. He moved closer to the wall as if it would let him escape the spanks or lessen the pain. He went on his tiptoes as he got smacked, again and again, his forehead resting against the wall. His entire body uselessly flailed around.

Isaac made sure to keep the cuffs high enough so Lincoln didn't have a steady ground. Once he was on his tiptoes he forced him to stay like that by the wrists. He continued to spank relentlessly with all his strength until some things came to mind.

For one, Lincoln's ass was a darker shade of pink now. And two, his arm was getting sore from holding the Loud up on his toes. Also, the palm of his other hand was starting to sting from the spanks.

He knew it was time for the final thing he planned. He dragged the whining boy, who still had a hard-on, back to the bed. He made him kneel facing away from him on the mattress so that his butt was high up in the air. From this angle, he could see his small pearls dangling below, but his erect penis was not in sight. The thought of smacking his balls came into mind, but he instantly refused to do anything of the sort. He knew it was going too far, the kid wasn't ready for something so hardcore yet.

Lincoln felt one smack on his ass and whined aloud. A hand started to grope and massage his buttcheek, but then it came off and got replaced by something else. Something that wasn't a hand. Something very flat.

He clenched his buttcheeks in response.

His eyebrows raised as his heartbeat was as fast as could be. His confusion got cut short as that object smacked him harshly.

"AH!" The pain was the worst yet, and in turn, so was the pleasure that flowed through him. He knew what it was now, a paddle. One designed for spanking specifically. He remembered seeing them used on the internet the other day. He was looking up videos of other people being punished. The difference of pain between Isaac's hand and this paddle was night and day. The adult's hand was nothing compared to this.

His cries were mixed with whines and sobs as Isaac repeatedly spanked him ruthlessly. He stared at the reddening ass cheeks. He was nearly drooling at the sight. The boy could only writhe with his weak efforts not doing any justice. His eyes drifted downwards, where the kneeling Loud's soles were exposed. He used the opportunity to allow his butt to rest and changed his target to his soles. He grabbed an ankle, tightened his grip on the paddle, and started to smack Lincoln's bare feet. The sounds of the paddle meeting his delicate skin filled the room. The boy curled his toes and clenched his feet in reaction. He kept spanking over and over again, swapping to the other foot occasionally. He watched in hypnosis as he kept tensing, curling, and uncurling his toes as if it was going to do anything against the paddle or ease the agony.

Once a little into it, he bit his lip, deciding to do ten more to his feet before going back to his adorable red butt. He counted as he spanked, using as much of his strength as possible. He left a few seconds between each one so it was both nourishing for him and dreadful for the wailing Loud.

Lincoln cried as his soles were being tortured. The hand holding his ankle prevented him from pulling away. After every spank there was a pause, letting the stinging feeling hover for a few seconds. Then, it was ignited again. He involuntarily flexed his toes as he tried to withstand the pain. Yet the paddle was very effective on his poor feet. To his relief, after what felt like hours, the abuse stopped. He got flipped onto his back. His tender butt made him wince against the bedsheet. Before he could move, Isaac raised his legs, and his red ass got exposed to the cool air of the room once more.

Isaac held the boy's legs in the air, and once again spanked his bare ass, eliciting another bawl from him. He reeled his arm back and put everything into these last spanks he was going to give. He decided to stop after ten like with his feet. After the first strike, the boy's back arched as he screamed to the ceiling. The loud tried to reach forward with his cuffed hands, but Isaac forced him back to the bed with a hand. "Take your spankings like a good boy." He said.

The sound of the spanks shared the room with the boy's cries. His spanks reached halfway to ten as he repeated the method of letting a few seconds rest between hits.

It was so sudden. To his surprise, at the seventh spank, Lincoln spasmed and came on himself hard. Ropes of his jizz splattered on his belly as he curled in his toes and groaned.

He was in a sweating panting mess as Isaac placed the paddle on his nightstand. He leaned down, and licked the cum off Lincoln's belly, not letting any of it go to waste and relishing in the taste. Once the boy was clean, he picked him, held him close to his chest up, and turned over. He now laid on the bed with the heavy breathing boy resting on top of him. His sore butt and soles got hit with waves of the cool bedroom air.

"I didn't even touch your dick." He said with a sly smile as he took off his blindfold for him. His hands were still cuffed together, resting between the two on the older one's chest. Isaac settled to keep it that way.

Lincoln's eyes were still closed. His breaths slowed a little as his eyes fluttered open halfway. He felt his hair being gently brushed by Isaac and cooed.

The man left his hand resting on his head, while the other traveled down and grabbed his cock. He quickly jerked himself off, not about to force the punished kid to help him finish. It didn't take long, as he was already painfully throbbing during the whole session.

He sighed in content as he finished, his cum shooting on Lincoln's lower back, right above his sore ass. The boy didn't seem to mind.

He reached down with both his hands and started massaging his delicate red cheeks. He intended on helping with the stinging, getting a moan out of the boy in the process.

"You really loved that, huh?" Isaac said, only getting a weak tired nod from the Loud.

"Mhm…" He replied. "I did… D-does that make me weird?" He asked with a frown.

This caused Isaac to put on a frown with concern. "What? No. Of course not. There are plenty of people who enjoy it as much as you do."

"Really?" Lincoln looked up at him with a little sparkle in his eyes.

Isaac gave a reassuring smile. "Of course. And some of them do even more hardcore things. Don't be ashamed of your kinks. If it makes you happy then you shouldn't be ashamed."

Lincoln eventually smiled back, shaking his head silently and nuzzling Isaac's chest.

"How about we go and take a nice warm bath together. It'll help your sore butt."

"And my feet." Lincoln reminded him with a smile, shaking his legs touching both sides of Isaac.

"That too. I'll carry you." He said, continuing to massage his butt cheeks. Then, taking a finger, he began to wipe some of his cum on Lincoln's lower back. He put his wet finger to the Loud's mouth, prompting him to open up, which he did with a blush after realizing what it was.

"So… you think you'll be up for this again?" He asked, reaching back over to swab some more.

"I think so…" Lincoln said shyly, thinking to himself for a bit. "Not next time though."

"No no. Of course not." Isaac said, feeding him some more. "It was fun and hot." He said, Lincoln listening with the finger in his mouth. "But I'd never put that before you, Linc. You're way too precious for that." He said while chuckling. He kissed his forehead, making him madly blush. "Although it is really cute seeing you struggle." He admitted, the boy hiding his face in his chest and whining. "Aw come on, you love when I tell you you're cute." He ruffled his hair.

Lincoln looked up, his face in a flush, he opened his mouth when another finger of cum appeared before him. "I want to do it again though." He conceded.

Isaac stuck his finger inside and the boy sucked on it. "We will don't worry. Whenever you're ready."

When the boy's lower back was finally cleaned, he grabbed him from the armpits and brought him up. He licked the last remains of the cum on the tip of his dick. This made the Loud jolt because it was still sensitive after his orgasm. Then, he laid him to rest on his bed face down so his tender butt and feet could take a break. His arms were trapped under him because his wrists were still cuffed together.

He grabbed his butt with a firm grip but lovingly. "I'll go get the bath started."

He left the room, leaving the nude child alone to wait for him in silence. After a couple of minutes passed, Isaac returned. He took the cuffs off and picked him up bridal style; one arm under his legs and the other under his back. He carried the boy to the warm fresh bath. He first stepped in himself, being very careful to balance himself and not to drop the kid. Once he was standing in it, he turned Lincoln so his legs were wrapped around his waist. The Loud was holding onto his neck and he was now only using one hand to hold him. He used his other to confidently hold the edge of the large tub and sat down with him in his lap.

Lincoln hissed a little and hummed when the warm water hit his aching feet. His butt followed shortly after.

Now comfortable, the two peacefully cuddled under the water as Isaac held him close to his chest.

"Did you have any other ideas in mind?" Isaac asked. "With kinks and fetishes, I mean."

Lincoln blinked. "I don't know. I'll have to look at them and see if I want to try any of them. It definitely spices up things."

"How about this, we can look at a bunch of them together, and find the stuff we both want to try." He offered with a smile.

"Okay. I'm down for it." Lincoln said, now smiling as well.

Isaac reached down with a hand and ruffled his adorable white hair. The two cuddled in silence as the warmth engulfed them.

Freyfej Pinsete, called Frey by his close friends, was a very wealthy American man. He owned, invested, and operated multiple companies. It made his net worth an astounding twenty-four billion.

He is not well known in the public, for he doesn't let himself be seen, choosing and preferring a more private life.

Using his money like most multi-billionaires, he owned many expensive personal belongings. Multiple mansions, cars, a couple of yachts. If you can name it, he probably owned it.

However, there is one thing he owns and runs privately that was the last thing he wanted the public eye to see.

The Swingers Playhouse. An underground building where one could achieve their deepest and darkest fantasies. Not only one, but many located in the United States of America.

At first, it started as a little project in New York, his home. Deep underground, past the sewers, under the subway system, where no local authorities even thought to look. Numerous bedrooms, a foyer, locker rooms with showers, a room for orgies called The Park. Spectator masturbation rooms, glory hole sanctuaries, casual nudity past the changing rooms. This was a place for both young and old alike. A paradise.

He gave some of his friends an anonymous tip, and word spread quickly.

On opening day, many people brought their sons, daughters, nieces, nephews, neighbors, friends, students, cousins, patients… you get the idea. They were all able to enter, free of charge.

He kept himself anonymous, but he had many people on the inside. Cops, some judges, council members, doctors, and even some FBI agents.

With them, he was safe for take-off.

The fun quickly began.

However, Frey forgot that the world wasn't so nice. Humans could be cruel. No. Humans are cruel.

Many people that day came with ill intent. Children cried that horrible day. There was almost no consent. The guilt nearly made him commit suicide. He may have shared this forbidden fantasy, but he would never do something this cruel. Especially for some temporary pleasure.

He vowed from then on, he wouldn't allow that to happen. Not in his walls.

He called himself stupid many times. Of course, a place like this needed rules, or more correctly, restrictions in place.

He made the Wristband Stage system.

The second time he opened his forbidden doors, he made it clear to anyone who wanted their desires fulfilled. Whatever fetish it may be, if it were done without the child's consent they would regret it.

There were only two people that day who didn't ask for consent from the child. Both regretted it.

Only one lived to regret.

From then on, every weekend he would host these parties. And every weekend, a new face would show up, maybe more. Old and young.

As time passed, he built more underground playhouses. Not only in the state but the entire country. Even adding a few up north in Canada, and just one in Great Britain. As the years passed by, he made it absolutely clear to anyone participating that they must follow the rules. There would be consequences otherwise.

The rich friends slowly blended in with the middle-class people. Then that with some lower-class. He even saw some well-known celebrities in the mix.

He had his inside men cover up any rumors. Many men and women tried to expose the Swingers Playhouse due to disgust and even guilt. All of them failed, and those who were caught were silenced. This scared the rest of the people to keep their mouths shut, and just enjoy the ride. People in the world didn't care anyway. They would always look at the headlines on the internet then forget about it the next hour. It was only a rumor, it didn't matter to them; only a small decimal percentage of the world population. Only a few people were different and continued the fight against them. It was easy to stay hidden against them and the world at large.

Any child throughout the years who was hurt at any point was compensated heavily. Due to the system, nearly all weren't hurt emotionally or physically, aside from the very first day of course. In fact, most eventually returned, seeking more of what they had already experienced.

Every adult that participated was on their own in any case of exposure. Yet, with all the talk being silenced, cases being "ignored," and a severe lack of evidence, this wasn't an issue at all. If you followed the Wristband system, you were safe. That was the consensus. Money was a great power indeed.

People slowly began to forget that there was even a person who controlled everything in the shadows in the first place. It was just in the back of their minds. As the people had fun with their forbidden desires, the billionaire just sat back in content.

Erectile Dysfunction was a bitch.

The adults were happy, the children were happy. Rape cases were down all over the country now that people had an outlet. That was good enough for him.

Unfortunately, this would never be able to go public. The world would never understand.

So it would say like this. He'd give the mantle to someone he trusted with his life. He already had someone in mind. That person would pass it on to someone else, and then to another. And hopefully, this would continue for generations.

Even today, it still goes on. Every weekend, adults and kids alike from all over the country participate for forbidden desires to become reality.

"Oh come on! Ah! That's way too crazy to be true. Ungh!" Lincoln said, grunting every time he moved up and down.

He was at Isaac's house again. It was dark outside since it was January and winter meant darkness early in the afternoon.

Currently, the two were playing a co-op game. Lincoln died early and was waiting to respawn, so his hormones gave him the idea and he put it into action. The two had their shirts on but nothing below. While Isaac was still playing, he rode him on his lap, facing the flatscreen as well and watching him play. That was when Isaac told him the story of the Swingers Playhouse.

"What, you don't think so?" Isaac asked, enjoying the service.

"A secret underground club where adults can just meet up with kids? That sounds like a movie."

"Well, you'll believe it when you see it."

"Wait. 'When?'" He stopped, sitting still on his lap with the dick deep inside his ass. "We're going there?"

"Do you want to?" Isaac raised a brow with a smile, half his attention on Lincoln.

Lincoln nodded. "I-I mean sure. Sounds like fun if it's true."

"Alright then. I can't wait to take you there."

Lincoln continued to fuck himself using Isaac's dick. A couple of minutes passed until a new question popped up in his mind. "How do you get there anyway?" The boy asked.

Isaac stopped playing for a second and looked up in thought.

"Well…"

Trigger Warning: Rape

A couple of neighborhoods away, in a bedroom of a house under the night sky, the room was quiet. Only some uncomfortable and painful squeaks broke the silence.

"Stop, it hurts!" She yelled in a whisper, trying not to alert anyone else. She was bent over, a much larger person hovering above her, pumping his cock in and out of her tight pussy.

"Shh…" The man said, trying to quiet her down gently. His loving tone contradicted the fact that he thrust hard into her. His groan overshadowed her whimpers.

"J-just slow down a little… please!" She cried out, her body being pushed forward on the bed every time he humped into her.

"It's fine sweetie, I'm so close…" He picked up the pace, the girl giving out small squeaks every time he thrust into her.

The bed started to rock as he fucked her pussy hard.

"Ow… ow… ow!" She sobbed beneath him, as he pushed deep inside her and came, painting her insides with his cum.

"Ah~" He pulled out slowly, his dick now sensitive. "You were great, Jordan." He leaned down and kissed the teary-eyed girl on the cheek. "Don't forget to clean yourself, alright? Goodnight."

That was all he said, leaving the room and closing the door. The sobbing mess of the nude ten-year-old girl named Jordan laid limp on the bed, cum slowly running out of her pussy.

AN; And with that, this little smut fic is done with. If you haven't heard before, I have a story involving that last bit planned. It'll feature a lot more romance and plot, that's for sure.