Puck is a total wreck after Dave leaves the locker room. He lays there on the cold concrete floor shivering from both the cold and from the heat of Dave's kiss against his temple. The best and hardest orgasm of his life was given to him by Dave fucking Karofsky.
He finally stands up from the floor on shaking legs walking slowly to the mirror above the sinks. The site that greets him only adds to his confused frustration. The dark purple bruise just below his earlobe reminds him of what happened, of how Dave made him cum so easily with commanding words. It was like the freaking guy knew exactly what buttons to push to make the great Puckzilla stand at attention and take direct orders bypassing his other head.
Puck looks down at the offending appendage trying to picture Brittany and Santana naked, eating each other out. There was no response, not even a little twitch from Puck Jr. but when he replayed what happened with Dave and the words he used, the way his hands felt teasing his nipples…Puckzilla becomes half hard. He reaches down and grabs his half hard cock giving it a hard yank and crashes to his knees as a scream leaves his lips.
The pain shooting through his now flaccid cock is flaring over his whole body along with the pain from his knees hitting the hard cold floor. He examines his tender skin finding it completely raw from the hard stroking he begged for from Dave. He mentally kicks himself for turning into such a pussy around someone he is suppose to hate.
'And what the fuck was up with Dave telling him that it wasn't Hummel he had been after, but him? That if I wanted more just to come and see him? That it couldn't be a secret? That Dave wouldn't be a dirty secret…What the hell did I do to deserve this?' Puck's thoughts ramble through his mind with no answers to be found. He carefully stands and walks over to his locker dressing to go home.
Later, his dreams offer no reprieve from his muddled thoughts as they are centered around Dave and his hands, mouth, hard dick. One dream in particular gripping him so hard that he woke up in the middle of an orgasm ripping through his fiery hot cock. The pain intensifying the pleasure until Puck screamed out loud waking his mother. He simply told her through clenched teeth that it was only a nightmare, that he was okay.
The next morning at school isn't any better for Puck as Dave is the first person he sees in the parking lot, but the bastard won't even look at him. He ignores Puck calling out his name as he walks towards the entry doors of the school. He growls as he speeds up his step to catch up with Dave in the hallway, but he is no where in sight as Puck enters the doorway. Fuck! Puck screams in his mind. Fuck! He screams again mentally as his jeans rub his sore cock the wrong way. Hell it even hurt to piss this morning! What else could happen to me? That question is answered before the day is over.
Dave is there in the hallways, always just out of reach. Or Azimio is right there beside him. Every time he sees Dave his cock painfully twitches reminding of why he is searching for the bastard. He locker checks some poor freshman football player hard after 'missing' Dave in the hall once again. The younger jock freaks out yelling at Puck until a raging Puck turns around and starts pounding on him. He stops when he hears the deep husky voice say two simple words, "Noah, stop" as two larger stronger arms wrap around him.
Puck goes limp at the sound of Dave's voice in his ear dropping his head as the larger jock pulls him into the closest boy's restroom. Dave just holds the temperamental jock in his strong arms.
"Why me Karofsky? Why do you want me?" Puck's voice is filled with so many emotions.
"Because you are a sexy as hell badass! And I like guys, not feminine boys. I want a dude that is as tough as me, that can handle what I dish out to him. That's you and has been you since middle school Puckerman." Dave is blunt and to the point with Puck. "I want to pound that sweet sexy ass of yours, make you scream my name until you're hoarse. I want to feel those fuck-able lips wrapped around my hard dick, while I shoot my cum down your tight throat." Dave tightens his hold on Puck when he feels the smaller jock pushing back against his hard cock.
"GOD! NO! I cant do this!" Noah screams at Dave as his body painfully brings him back to earth. "I'M NOT GAY! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" He jerks free of Dave's hold and punches the larger jock in the jaw before running out of the restroom.
Dave watches him go with a small smile on his lips. He turns to look in the mirror wiping away the small of trickle of blood from his lip. 'Working like a charm.' Dave walks out of the restroom with happy dark thoughts playing out in his mind.
The rest of the day was spent with Puck avoiding Dave as much as possible. He just couldn't understand how he could never find Dave before but now it seemed as if the sexual deviant was everywhere and his stupid cock never let him forget it. Someone would brush against him in the hallway and it would be Dave's touch he was feeling and 'stupid' would painfully begin to throb.
The epitome came during Glee when Mr. Shue was explaining the end of a dance routine to them and Puck wasn't listening as usual until the curly haired teacher used his no nonsense voice and commanded Puck's attention. All Puck heard was "get on your knees now!" and he instantly fell to his knees in a submissive position with his hands behind his back, his head down. When in reality Mr. Shue told Puck that the routine ended with the boys on their knees in front of the girls. Once Puck realized everyone was staring at him and that he misunderstood the instructions he quickly stood up and ran from the auditorium.
Puck ran until he reached his old beat up chevy truck in the school parking lot. No one else was there thankfully as he cranked up the rust bucket with every intention of going home and getting drunk. But that wasn't where his driving took him. It took him to the Karofsky residence. Parking in the driveway he noticed the front door opening and no one came out of the house. The vibration in his pants let him know that he had a new text message, retrieving the device he opens the new message. come in and shut the door Taking one more glance at his phone Puck does as he is instructed and walks to the house.
The click of the door lock echoes in the too quiet house. His phone vibrates in his dark hand causing him to almost drop it. The new message reads come up the stairs to the last door on the right Puck sees the stairs and begins to climb up them. His body is beginning to sweat, his hands shaking, and Puck Jr begins to painfully twitch in his jeans. Reaching the room in question the door opens and two large hands pull him into the room.
Lips are crashing against his, a solid tongue of muscle demanding entrance at his lips. The roughness of the kiss makes Puck's knees turn to jelly and he hangs on to Dave's arms before granting the seeking tongue entrance to his mouth. The kiss is hot, electrifying, causing Puck's nipples to become painfully hard.
Dave pushes the letterman jacket that Puck is wearing away from his shoulders and down his arms. He removes Puck's hands from his biceps to push the jacket completely off the smaller jock. His lips and tongue never stop their savage attack as he begins to unbutton the shirt Puck is wearing. He wants to hear Puck moan and beg him as he plays with the hard buds.
"Hands behind your back Puckerman." Dave commands as he pulls out a long slender piece of leather out of his pocket. He watches as Puck hesitates at the command given to him. "I SAID, HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!" This time the command is harsh and loud. The taller jock watches as Puck drops his head to rest on his chest and with slow movements stretches his trembling arms around his back. "That's better."
Dave begins to wrap the leather strap around Puck's wrists securely, making sure the dark Jewish teen could not get free. He can feel the trembling of Puck's body, hear the sharp intake of breath as he pulls the leather tight around the tanned skin. He walks around to stand in front of Puck raising his the bowed head to look into his dark hazel eyes.
"I want this Puck; I want to be the one to teach you how to be open, how to let go. I will never hurt hurt you, just teach you how pleasure and pain together can be so much more than just sex." Dave sees the resignation in the green umber eyes as he leans in to capture those fuck-able lips. "Just say lizard if you are uncomfortable or I am really hurting you."
"Mmm 'k." Noah is lost to the sensation of being restrained, of being so vulnerable with someone. The feel of the tight leather against his skin, knowing that he cant get free unless Dave unties them. He leans into the kiss, parting his lips at the insistence of Dave's tongue. He feels the same fire, the same raging desire race though his body as Dave begins to slide his hands across his flat chest. He whimpers against the larger teens lips.
Dave breaks the kiss, leaving a wet trail of nips and kisses along Puck's jaw line. He works his way down the slender brown neck stopping long enough to bite the bruise that he left yesterday earning a guttural sound from Puck. His hands slide up under the open shirt pushing it until it is pooled around Puck's hands. He looks down at he sexy man in front of him full blown lust and want burning in the smoky hazel eyes.
"What do you want Noah? What turns you on?" Dave asks in a stern voice as his fingertips brush over the sensitive buds. "Do you want me to tease them? To suck them hard, bite them? TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!"
"I…suck them Dave! Suck them hard!" Puck's voice is becoming higher in pitch as Dave stops to pull on the torn bud. "Dave PLEASE!"
Dave smiles at the begging Puck is doing at his commands. He licks a trail from the middle of Puck's chest to the raggedly torn nipple, letting his tongue draw a circle around the areola before licking the frayed nipple. He can feel Puck's hips snap at the lick. He slips his arm around the smaller waist getting a firm grip before letting his lips pull the sensitive skin into his mouth.
Puck's back arches at the feel of Dave's lips sucking his nipple into the warmth of the larger jock's mouth. He pushes his body to stand on the tips of his toes trying to push his nipple further in Dave's sucking mouth. He pulls at his wrists trying to free them, to be able to hold on to Dave's head. "MORE! HARDER! PLEASE DAVE SUCK HARDER!" Puck cries out.
Dave sucks the mangled bud harder, letting his teeth scrape over the tight skin. He teases the other perfect nipple with his fingers as he increase the teasing to a bruising level. His tongue flicking across the split tip as he sucks as hard as he possibly can, knowing it will be sore and bruised later. He releases the tortured flaming red bud to move to the equally hard but undamaged bud. The same treatment is given to it.
"OH FUCK! HURTS SOOOO GOOD! DAVE DON'T STOP! FUCK YES!" Puck can feel the electric shock wave travel up and downward at the same time from the hard sucking of Dave's mouth. His throat closing and opening, his Adam's apple bobbing with each hard suckle. His rock hard cock painfully throbbing in time with the strong pulls at his nipples.
Dave lets his hands travel down to Puck's jeans, letting his fingers play at the waist band for just a moment before sliding around the back and slipping one hand down inside. His fingers brush in between the cleft of Puck's perfectly formed tight ass before letting his middle finger push in between the cheeks finding the taut ring of muscle. He can feel it flutter with each tug of his lips to the hard bud.
Growling Dave grips Puck's hips brutally in his hands grinding their crotches hard together. The scream that emits from Puck's lips is not one of pleasure but total pain. He pulls back looking at the way the dark face is reflecting the pain.
"What is it Noah? TELL ME WHAT IS WRONG!" Dave uses the hard commanding voice to get Puck's attention. He watches as the dark lashes open revealing tear filled eyes.
"My dick is raw and sore from yesterday. Please I can't stand for it to be touched." The voice coming from Puck is small and timid, not one that Dave has ever heard from the jock.
Dave releases Puck's hips moving his hands around to the button and zipper of the Jewish teens pants. He slowly opens the button and pulls the zipper down carefully. The pale jock gently eases the rough material down and over Puck's hips pushing the jeans downward until they are pooled around the dark ankles. The blood filled red cock looks like it could almost bleed.
"Why didn't you say something Noah?" Dave lifts Puck's chin with his finger. "Answer me NOAH!"
"I can't think when you touch me. When you speak to me like that I can't do anything but obey you." Puck's voice is still timid and subjective in its tone. "You make the pain feel good."
"It is not suppose to hurt like that though. Noah, YOU have to tell me when it gets too rough." Dave tries to think of a way for the tanned teen to truly realize his mistake. An idea forms into his head, it is dark and painful in itself but it could work. Dave sits on the edge of his bed pulling Puck to stand in front of him.
"You hit me today and you refused to tell me when something hurt you. I think you need to be punished so that you will remember that it is important to talk to me when something is wrong. Lay across the bed Noah." Dave watches as Puck tries to kneel down, it is awkward since his hands are tied behind his back and his legs are tangled in his jeans. Dave guides Puck's body and helps him to lay across the bed with his hard cock hanging down, nothing touching it.
"I want you to count out each spank that you receive. Understand?" Dave watches Puck's head nod in the comforter. Dave rubs the soft curve of Puck's ass moving the tail of his button up shirt up his back before pulling back and delivering the first blow. SLAP! It is hard and loud in the quiet room as Puck croaks out one. "That's good, Noah." Dave watching as the red hand print becomes visible on the soft skin. By the fifth smack to his ass Puck is crying that he would never do it again.
"Please Dave! I promise I will be good! Please! S-SIX!" The next smack is the hardest so far and Puck begins to struggle hard against the leather that binds his wrists. "S-SEVEN! FUCK IT HURTS! PLEASE! I PROMISE! E-EIGHT!" Puck is crying full out now, his face twisting in the soft fabric of the comforter. "N-NINE! P-PLEASE! T-TEN!" He can feel his body being picked up and held against Dave's chest.
Dave holds Puck's body carefully not touching his burning red ass or his sore cock. He strokes the stripe of dark hair while Puck sobs into his shoulder. Once Puck is quiet in his arms he talks to the sniffling jock.
"Do you understand how important it is for you to talk to me? To let me know when something is really hurting you?" Dave pulls Puck away from his chest to look him in the eyes.
"Y-Yes. I promise to tell you from now on. I know I was bad." Puck blinks the last of the tears from his eyes.
"Good. I want to teach you something else Noah, unless you want to use your safe word and stop now." Dave watches Puck shake his head no to the question. "Okay then, I want to teach you how to give me great head, to let me fuck that sweet mouth of yours. Can you handle that?"
Puck closes his eyes letting his head fall against his own chest. "Yes." He lifts his head up and stares into the green eyes of what, his boyfriend, his lover…Puck has no idea what to call this except fucked up. He couldn't refuse Dave even if he wanted to.
Dave stands lowering Puck back to a kneeling position at his feet. His breath catches in his throat at the site of Puck, disheveled clothing and hands bound behind his back. "God you are so fucking beautiful like that. You make me so fucking hard just looking at you." The bruised nipples, the bites on his neck; Dave palms his erection through his jeans before undoing his pants.
"Open your mouth Noah." Dave's voice is low husky but still commanding. He watches the sexy full lips slowly open. "That's it, gonna be so fucking good." Dave pulls his rather impressive hard, long cock from his jeans' letting it bob up and down in front of Puck's lips.
Puck stares at the large appendage hanging there, the long shaft and red bulbous head intimidating to Puck. He doesn't think it will fit into his mouth, he knows it wont fit.
"Gonna start you off slow. Lick your lips for me, get them wet." Dave commands Puck, watching the tentative way the smaller teen quickly darts his tongue out and over his lips. He takes his hard erection in his hand dragging the head over Puck's moist lips coating them with his precum and pushes past the cinnamon colored lips, let the head rest heavy on Puck's quivering tongue. "Close your lips around it, like you would an ice cream cone."
Puck slowly closes his lips around the shaft, letting his tongue explore the head in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the ridge and probes the slit. He can hear Dave growl at him how good he is, a natural at sucking cock. He feels Dave slowly push farther into his mouth his hands gripping the sides of his stubble holding him still.
Dave feels the abrupt stop of his cock in Puck's mouth when it hit's the back of his throat. He can feel the retching motion of the Jewish teen's throat. He slowly tilts the stubble covered head further back, gripping the short stripe of dark hair to hold him in place.
"Relax your throat Noah." Dave's other large hand moves to the front of Puck's throat gently massaging it up and down. "Swallow Noah, swallow me down that fucking tight throat." He continues to push the head of his rock hard cock down the slowly relaxing orifice as he feels Puck try to swallow him down.
"That's it Noah. Take it. Take all of it." Dave gasps as he watches his own cock disappear in Puck's hot wet mouth. He rocks his hips, short thrusts, keeping his head just past Puck's gag reflex for a few seconds. The feel of Puck's lips wrapped around the base of his cock and the tickling sensation of Puck's nose buried in his pubes almost drives him over the edge. He pulls back when he feels Puck begin to struggle against him.
"Sorry babe, it just felt so fucking awesome. So tight, so hot." He strokes Puck's cheek wiping away the tears. He waits until the dark jock's breathing slows back down before sliding back in further, massaging the stretch throat once again for access. He slowly fucks Puck's throat until he feels his balls tighten against body, then he pulls out completely stroking his cock until his cum shoots all over Puck's face and then he shoves his quivering member back into Puck's mouth ordering him to suck him dry. To taste him, to swallow him.
Puck sucks the slowly wilting member pulling the last of Dave's cum out and swallows it down. The taste isn't as bad as he thought it would be, its bitter but salty. He looks up at Dave when he feels the flaccid member being pulled from him lips. The look in Dave's eyes says volumes to Puck.
"Was I any good?" Puck rasps out through swollen red lips, his throat sore from the abuse.
Dave shocks him by kneeling down and kissing his cum covered lips. "You were amazing Noah. Do you want me to take care of you? Can you handle it?"
"I don't think I can handle you touching my dick. It's okay." Puck looks away from Dave and down at the floor.
"What if I don't touch your sore cock? What if I can make you cum a different way? Would you like to try it?" Dave knows Puck is hurting from both the rawness and from being hard.
"I guess it would be okay. Yes." Puck looks at the soft expression in Dave's eyes and he can't explain but at that moment he trusts Dave completely.
Dave stands, adjusts his clothing and pulls Puck up to a standing position before helping him over to the bed sitting down. He sits Puck on his thighs, with the dark legs spread open while Puck's back rests against his chest. He runs his hands up and down Puck's sides before slipping them behind Puck's back, unwrapping the leather from his wrists. Dave slowly slips the shirt off Puck's arms.
He brings each wrist up and gently kisses the red marks before wrapping Puck's hands around his neck. "Keep your hands there no matter what unless you want me to stop what I am doing." The command is soft but firm as he nuzzles Puck's neck with his lips. "Just close your eyes and relax, feel the way I am touching you. Let it take it over."
Dave slowly slides his big hands down Puck's arms gently kneading the aching muscles. The pale hands move down to the pits under his arms massaging the erroneous zone that is hidden there. Trailing his strong fingers downward stroking the heaving ribs, tracing each one out down the dark sides.
"You like the way I touch you? The way my fingers feel against your hot skin. It's making you moan and squirm wanting more doesn't it?" Dave asks in a husky voice as he teases Puck's lobe between his sharp teeth.
"Oh FUCK YES! PLEASE DON'T STOP DAVE!" Puck cries out with his eyes closed tight against the little electric shock waves going through his body. He wants Dave to jerk him, to touch him but he knows he can't ask him.
Dave moves his hands flattening them out against the hard planes of Puck's stomach, feeling the tight abs dance under his fingertips. Deliberately and slowly, the fingers find the hard buds straining to be touched, to be made to suffer.
"I want you to have your nipple pierced again. I want to tug on the ring, suck it into my mouth, tease it. God you are so fucking beautiful Noah." Dave's hot breath sending little tingling tremors through Puck's sensitive neck. He watches as Puck arches into his touch, the way his body trembles.
"Anything you want Dave! Just don't stop touching me!" Puck can feel his cock throbbing harder with each touch to his nipples, with each hot breath to his neck.
Puck can feel one of Dave's hands as it slide down, fanning out over his taut stomach, to rest in the crook of his thigh beside his sac. He moans as his balls are being rolled in the large pale hand, the sensation causing his pulsing dick to leak. He cries out bucking his hips against the rough fabric of the denim. The sensations created on his tender cheeks from the spanking only intensifies with the bucking motion.
"Let go Noah! Let me hear you cum for me!" Dave's gruff lust filled voice echoes in his ears.
"So close Dave! So fucking close!" Puck cries out. "Touch me Dave! Touch me there!" Puck spreads his legs as far as the entrapment of his own jeans will let him, opening his cheeks for Dave.
"Do you want me to touch you here?" Dave asks as his finger lightly trails over the puckered entrance underneath the tight sac. "Do you want to feel my finger inside of you?"
"FUCK YES! TOUCH ME! LET ME FEEL YOU!" Puck all but screams out.
Dave pulls his hand away soaking his middle finger with his own spit before rubbing it against Puck's tight hole. He slowly pushed it in and stopped at the first knuckle, curling it. He felt and heard Puck's reaction to the movement, as the teen sitting on his legs let out a strangled cry of pleasure.
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Puck's world started to spin around him, the burning sensation causing him to beg. "MORE! WANT MORE!"
Dave gently pushed his large finger in to Puck until it was buried to the knuckle on his hand. He slowly thrust the digit as Puck pushed down wanting it deeper. Dave increases the speed and roughness of the fingering until Puck was literally thrashing in his lap.
"Come for me baby! COME FOR ME NOW!" Dave commands as he bites the tender flesh at the curve of the dark neck and shoulder.
A primal scream leaves Puck's lips as he arches his back, his body going completely rigid as the first wave of bliss crashes through his body and out the head of his cock. The fluttering hole tightening around Dave's finger, grasping it with each drumming beat of the hard orgasm. His body convulsing hard with each crashing pleasure filled wave. The white hot cum spurting out of the slit, splattering over his chest and stomach.
Puck collapses against Dave his body quivering and twitching from the left over effects of the orgasm. He whimpers as he feels Dave remove his finger from his tight hole. Arms slowly encircle his waist holding him, comforting him. He lays his head back against the strong chest as his breathing slowly returns to normal. His body is sore and stiff but he has never felt more complete, more satisfied, than he does at that moment.