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The emotional fiasco of being tied up set a decently positive precedent to try more intense kink. None of the things Silco worried about had come to pass– an embarrassing little whimper-session notwithstanding. He hadn't had any difficulty breathing around the gag, the bindings hadn't triggered any unpleasant memories or feelings of claustrophobia, he at no point felt panicky or frightened. Vulnerable, yes, but that was largely the appeal.
He was glad, then, when a few days after the experiment, Vander brought up the notion of going farther. It would be a bit embarrassing if he was the one doing all the pursuit.
“So,” Vander started, with a cursory glance around the bar to make sure all of the teenage ears had safely retreated to their basement as he wiped down the counter. “The other night was fun, wasn't it?”
Silco raised an eyebrow and sipped his drink. He couldn't help but smile. “Yes, Vander. I found it to be so.”
“Good, I'm–” his face was red. “I'm glad to hear that. I remember we first tried this with the intention to maybe try something more. You were interested in being submissive during a scene. Are you still?”
Silco fought to hide the amusement from his expression. “Why? Am I not good enough for you as is?”
At the absolute horror that fell over Vander's face, Silco cracked into a mirthy chuckle. “Oh, come off it, Vander, I'm teasing you. Janna forgive me, I can’t stand your little heartbroken look.”
Vander relaxed and rolled his eyes. “Cheeky little bastard, you are.” He leaned across the bar top to kiss Silco between his nose and broken cheekbone. “Answer the damn question.”
“Yes, Vander. I am still interested.” He played with the rim of his glass with a fingertip. “I think, after our little trial run, I'm confident that it will be comfortable enough.”
“That's perfect, birdie.” Vander smiled. “But, you know, we ought to discuss our expectations, boundaries and all that. I, uh, reckon a lot has changed.”
Silco met his eyes and sighed through his nose. Vander really, really wasn't wrong. They'd done all kinds of things in their youth, they couldn't just pretend like going back to that was okay.
Vander locked his fingers with Silco's. “Tell me what kind of stuff you liked, that you think you'd still like. And what kind of stuff you absolutely don't want to do.”
Silco sipped his drink. “You first. You're allowed boundaries too, you know.”
Vander nodded. “Alright, fine. I think it goes without saying, but even if you were somehow still into it, I'm not doing any breathplay.” Silco choked on his drink.
Vander continued, “Yeah, I figured you might feel similarly, but I'll let you know that even if you begged me for it, even just picturing choking you out makes me queasy. Aside from that, mostly same as before. I don't like CNC, if you tell me to stop, I'm stopping.”
“Don't worry, I don't think any of that should be a problem.” Silco chuckled. He'd been open to CNC in the past, but never particularly into it, and had never had a problem refraining from feigning non-consent for Vander's sake. At this point in his life, though, he felt it would be firmly a turn-off. “It's the same, for breath play, of course. That does also go for you jamming your ridiculous cock down my throat. I mean, I'm happy to take it when my hands aren't tied, but bound–” he made a face. “That thing is not considerate of my airway.”
Vander laughed. “Alright, noted. You make good use of your hands when you're giving head anyway.” He gave a flirty wink. “So, what are you into? What do you definitely want to try again?”
Silco flushed red. This was definitely a lot harder to discuss. He was a proud thing after all, and talking about how much he wanted to be subjugated was a bit contrary to his nature. “Well, I'd like to preserve some element of surprise.” He caressed his scar, a thoughtful or nervous stim of his. “Think of all the things I used to love the most, besides breathplay, and you'll find it's probably rather consistent.”
Vander hummed. “You mean edging, overstimulation, and pussy smacking, right?”
Silco practically hissed in response. Something about the mortifying ordeal of being known.
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The next evening, Vander made sure they had the whole house to themselves. Powder was at Benzo's, Mylo was visiting Claggor at the academy, and they could be as loud as they wanted.
The ropework wasn't so aesthetic or methodical this time. Vander gently tucked Silco's arms behind him, into the small of his back, and bound them together, pausing to make sure the strain on his shoulders wasn't too severe. With another cut of rope, he tied two loops into Silco's thighs, just above the knee, but the rope between his legs was long. Silco didn't quite understand how it was meant to restrain him until Vander hooked the rope tying his legs together behind his head .
Silco's eyes widened. His legs were pulled apart and up, exposing his cunt to the sky, and there was nothing he could do to lower or close them. He felt his cock throb and his hole twitch. This, this was what he wanted, a far cry from bound hands and kisses.
Once the all-clear was given and the bell tucked safely into Silco's palm, the beautiful gag slipped back into Silco's mouth and he felt excitement trill in his body. He tentatively tested his arms and legs against the restraints.
Vander gave him a devious grin, massaging his big, calloused hands up Silco's thighs. “Look at those pretty holes, spread right open for me. I’ve got half a mind to stuff you right now,” his thumb gently pulled open Silco's labia, exposing the sensitive flesh inside. Silco shuddered at the brief contact.
“Sensitive, are we?” Vander's voice was deep, smooth and controlled. Fuck, it was exactly as Silco remembered it. No wonder he used to have so much fun giving up control. His puppy sounded hot as hell when he was begging, but when he was like this, self-satisfied, with Silco right where he wanted him, eyeing him like prey, fuck, his hound was exhilarating. “Don't you worry, little bird, I'll take care of you.” Vander kissed Silco's cheek then trailed down, pecking his neck, sucking a nipple into his mouth just to make Silco gasp, and finally kissing down his belly and taking his swollen cock into his mouth.
Vander's expert tongue enveloped the head as he sucked it inside, and Silco threw his head back and moaned into the gag. He wanted to fist Vander's hair and fuck his hips against that incredible mouth. His tongue circled around him, flicking against Silco's tender hood, gently pushing it aside to expose even more of his cock, occasionally flicking down to his hole to coat himself in his own slick.
The pleasure was almost too much, Silco's legs twitching against their restraints to close around Vander's head or even just seek purchase on those big fucking shoulders, all in vain. He was stuck, spread and open at Vander's mercy.
The pleasure intensified as Vander slipped a finger into his hole without so much as pausing his tongue’s onslaught against Silco's cock. His fingers were thick but deceptively dexterous, and it only took a moment of gently sliding in and out of him that it started curling forward, pulsing the tip against Silco's walls.
Silco groaned again into the gag, encouraging Vander onwards. Hells, he was already going cross-eyed.
Vander sucked on his cock and flicked his tongue erratically over the sensitive, vulnerable nub, and fucked his finger with a bit more intensity. Silco could feel his body opening up, begging, needing Vander deep inside, to reach all the spots that made him scream.
Finally Vander's finger found it, the bundle of nerves near his fornix on the anterior wall that, as soon as Vander's fingertip gently rubbed against it, had Silco's cunt tightening, winding up towards a screaming orgasm.
Silco's breath labored behind the gag and his hips jerked. Needy whines crawled from his chest, he was taught as a live wire, one more good lash of his dick with that tongue would have him bursting with pleasure, and then Vander pulled away.
Silco's cock spasmed in protest and his cunt clenched in an effort to not lose stimulation, even as Vander’s finger abandoned his sweet spot.
“Mhhhgfff!” Silco exclaimed against the gag in protest, rolling his hips with what little movement he had.
Fuck, he hadn't been edged in years. Let alone this fucking close .
He glared furiously at Vander, seething behind his gag, but his partner just gave him a dark chuckle. “Don't you remember the rules? You've got to ask permission if you want to be allowed to cum.”
Silco's eyes widened, and then his face scrunched in a snarl. Fine. He wasn't going to give Vander what he wanted, which was to work him into such a desperate, needy, pathetic puddle that he'd be willing to ring his bell just to get the gag off and beg to cum. Then probably pound him into one screaming orgasm after the next as a reward for being good, well Silco wasn't good. He took immense pleasure in being difficult, and no matter how crazy it drove him, he'd make Vander work for it.
Vander smirked down at him and kissed his inner thighs for a minute while his cunt cooled down from the edge, and then that mouth was back on him. Another thick digit slipped inside of Silco and began fucking him gently while Vander's tongue lathed from Silco's folds to his dick to his hood.
Pleasure thrummed through Silco's core, an addictive tingle in his groin that was soothed by every touch. Vander's plump lips caressed his swollen cock, his tongue pulsing against the sensitive glans, and best of all, his prickly beard nudging at Silco's sensitive hood, lips, and thighs. Everything swirled together in a vortex of heat between his legs, and Vander once again began to thrum his fingers against Silco's walls, quickly finding his sweet spot, confirmed by the way Silco's entire body tensed up, and mercilessly targeted it.
Silco's eyes watered and rolled up into his head. His climax was building again, but only more intense as his body strained for the release it had been denied. Vander pulled off of his cock, but continued ruthlessly fucking his hole, licking Silco's juices from his lips. “I can't hear you, luvvy. Don't you want to cum?” He teased.
“Mhf!” Silco bit into the gag and canted his hips, desperate for the warm, wet friction to return to his cock, even for an edge. “Fgghh yghh!”
“Really? You don't want to cum, little bird? This pussy is so wet and swollen, and your cock is so far out of its hood, I’d have thought you were dying for it. Well, don't you worry. I won't make you do anything you don't want.” He smirked and dove back in. The fresh stimulation on his exposed, twitching cock had Silco screaming into the gag, throwing his head back while his legs shook in their restraints. He thundered towards his orgasm like a freight train, altogether too fast and intense to handle, but rocketed off the tracks into nothing as Vander pulled away, leaving his cock and his hole burning with desire.
Silco could feel his heart hammer in his chest, and his cunt barely got a second to stop twitching from the edge before Vander was back at it again. This time, he carefully tilted Silco up by the back of his neck, and took his chest into his mouth, gently biting around his nipple while his free hand rubbed between his legs, stroking back and forth across his needy cock, and occasionally dipping inside of him. Silco was already jerking his hips against Vander’s hand like a madman. How long was he going to keep this edging game up? Silco could handle it for a while, but fuck if it didn’t drive him crazy.
Delicious electrical jolts shot from Silco’s chest to his cock and channelled into pleasure against Vander’s fingers. Despite himself, he started gasping into the gag, “pluhhshh, puhlueashhe…” but he knew his begging would go unheeded, not unless he rang the bell and used proper words to request what he needed. But no, he would deny Vander– and himself– the satisfaction.
As pleasure built and tightened in Silco’s core to the point his cunt was squeezing like a vice, ready to release its tension into delightful spasms, Vander removed his hand and lightly smacked against it, sucking his nipple for another moment before pulling away. Silco writhed in his restraints and whined into the gag. His mind was going blank, every sense in his body zeroed in on the need between his legs. His body, in its desperation, chased fruitlessly after its climax, twitching and tightening as though attempting to cum touch-free. Vander gazed down at him, eyes full of love and lust and infuriating amusement made all the more maddening by his thick, hairy, god-like body. He was so huge and hard, it would be so easy for him to just fill Silco up, pull his nipples, rub his dick and give them both what they need. With a devious, handsome smirk, he just tapped the tip of Silco's cock, sending a jolt through his whole body and eliciting a yelp.
A rumbling chuckle came from Vander's throat, and as soon as Silco's dick stopped twitching, he did it again. Then again. Then again.
Silco was losing his mind. Every little touch pushed him unbearably close to orgasm. Vander could probably just blow air onto him and he would cum. But instead, that sexy brute kept him painfully suspended on the edge, bound tightly and unable to do a damn thing about it.
Besides ring the bell and beg to cum, but that was out of the question.
“Fucking hell, Sil, look at you.” He rubbed a huge hand up Silco's thigh. “You're even cuter than I remember when you get this wrecked.”
“Fughh oghh!” Silco snapped through the gag, but he couldn't deny how strung-out he was. Short waves disheveled and sweaty, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths through the gag, spit slicking down his chin and cheeks, the feeling of juices coating his lips and running over his taint, it was a lot.
Vander smiled at him and squeezed his thigh. “Remember, no cumming without permission. And if you don't ask, you won't receive.”
Silco rolled his eyes, and then his breath quickened as Vander sank between his legs again. He wasn't going to make it. He couldn't make it.
Vander flattened his tongue over Silco's swollen cock and lapped back and forth over it. His movements were slow, methodical, but Silco was already so close, it took so little, and Vander’s beard against his lips, soft, hot, textured tongue rubbing over his trembling, needy cock– it only took a second, Silco’s cunt putting up a hell of a fight to stay teetering on the edge, before tipping over it. And just has his body crossed that line, Vander pulled away and watched, a hungry, sadistic look on his face.
Tears flooded Silco's eyes. He screamed and twisted, feeling his hole clench and throb and his cock spasm, trying fervently to stimulate themselves past the ruin, acting autonomously to give Silco all the unbearable pressure of an orgasm and none of the satisfaction. His mind was screaming for him to rub himself to completion, but his arms were locked helplessly underneath his back. All he could do was hump the air like a bitch in heat and cry. Making matters worse, Vander gently spread his labia, not even allowing its trembling to stimulate his cock and ease the torture of the ruined orgasm.
The delicious contractions lasted maybe a full thirty seconds, but he was hardly spent. Tired, yes, but not spent. He needed Vander even more than before, now. He was unbearably sensitive and his body was throwing a fit over how badly he needed to really cum, ruined orgasms multiplied the frustration of an edge tenfold, they directed his body to yearn for nothing but that release.
But he knew he wasn't about to be rewarded the way he wanted. He'd broken the rules.
Vander tisked and examined Silco's open lips between his fingers. He used to be a master of hiding how much Silco's reactions excited him, putting on a cool, suave softdom act, but he was a bit out of practice, and Silco could see the flush of his cheeks and the curl of his lips. “That's no good, birdie,” he scolded softly. “That looked like an orgasm to me, and you didn't even ask permission, let alone get it.”
Silco glared at him.
Vander smirked. “I'm afraid that means I have to punish you, you understand.”
Oh fuck, what was he going to do? The possibilities sent firelights swarming in Silco's guts. He hadn't been punished in so long , he'd forgotten how addicting it was, what a cathartic release it could be to give up power and be disciplined by someone he trusted so much. Especially when he was already so horny, it would only rile him even more.
Silco's traitorous mind, however, whispered to him, you remember the last time he punished you.
Silco shook his head, as though trying to physically rattle the thoughts away. No. He was not going to think about that now!
Vander smoothed his sweaty hair back off his brow and kissed his forehead. “I think I'd like to hear your voice for this part, songbird.” He smiled and unclasped the gag, pulling it free of Silco's mouth. Silco cleared his throat and finally swallowed the saliva that had been pooling under his tongue, and mustered his most defiant glare for Vander as he wiggled his jaw to loosen the tense muscles.
“Do you need a quick breather?” Vander wiped the drool from his chin and mouth. His hands were unbearably gentle.
Silco didn't want to break the scene, he really, really didn't. He was too horny and too excited to see what sort of punishment awaited him and too bratty to admit defeat, but, as much as he hated it, hated himself for it, he needed a moment of reassurance. He needed to breathe.
“Buh–” he sputtered, barely able to speak anymore. “Bedrock.”
Vander's eyes softened.
“Bedrock” wasn't a safeword in the traditional sense, Silco and Vander didn't really use those– “no” or “stop” were perfectly sufficient. Outside of the bedroom, “Bedrock” was a nickname for Vander and a part of their revolutionary toast, but many years ago, the couple had made the discovery that, while Silco was normally yappy beyond belief, he found it difficult to express vulnerability in the middle of a scene. It made him feel weak, and as a result, he failed to speak up when he needed Vander's reassurance, and that could lead to him having bad emotional crashes after sex or getting so distressed that he had to end the scene altogether. So, they came up with the code word “Bedrock.”
It meant “I want to continue, but I need you to pause. I'm enjoying myself, but I'm feeling overwhelmed, and maybe a little scared, and I need you to remind me that I'm safe and everything is okay.” Silco would probably let Vander flay him from armpit to taint before actually saying all of those words aloud.
“Okay, Silco, I gotcha.” Vander cupped his cheek and touched their foreheads together. “I gotcha. Just breathe for me for a minute, that's it.” He wiped the tears from under Silco's eyes with his thumb. “You're safe here, I'm not gonna hurt you. You can make this stop whenever you want it to stop, yeah?”
Silco swallowed and nodded tightly.
“I love you, more than anything. You're doing great.” He kissed Silco's head once more and wrapped him up in his arms to hold him close, caressing the short hairs at the back of his neck.
Silco drank in the affection, allowing it to calm his frayed nerves. “I love you,” he mumbled.
Vander pulled away after a moment, when Silco's breathing felt somewhat normal again, and smiled down at him. “Ready to keep on, then?”
Silco took a deep breath and nodded, curling his lips into a smirk. “Do your worst, hound. You won't have me begging.”
Vander grinned, sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. “You know I hate to punish you, birdie, but you leave me no choice when you get all bratty and take a release that hasn't been fairly granted.”
“Bratty? Is that what you call not taking your shit–” Silco's eyes widened and he jerked, as Vander's palm swung down and struck him right in his taught, upturned cunt. “Fuck!”
Vander snickered. “This angle works pretty well for this, doesn't it? Easy access.”
Silco shivered. Fuck, fuck it had been so long since his cunt got spanked, but the thought of it had driven him up the wall on many a night, waiting for Vander to close up the bar, fucking himself on his fingers to stop himself from completely pouncing on his partner the second he finished work. And it was perfect bondage for it, his legs tied up, keeping him folded and exposed, the skin around his groin pulled tight. That fucker must have planned this somehow.
“I suppose, although such rudimentary restraints rather lack elegance in my opinion.”
Vander's meaty hand slapped down again, and this time Silco managed to bite his lip to keep from giving Vander the satisfaction of a reaction, but his body still jumped. He was already swollen, aching, painfully sensitive. It dramatically increased the effect of the impact, sending a burst of the most delectable pain through his core from the most sensitive parts of him. And it only turned him on more, when he thought he couldn't possibly be any more aroused than he already was. He wanted to beg Vander to keep going, to hit harder, to smack and bully and ruin his cunt until he came just from the pain and humiliation. Instead, he hissed, “Maybe this position isn't as good as you think, I could barely feel that.”
Vander's gaze darkened and a sinister smile crossed his handsome face. “Well, I might be able to do something about that.” He reached under the bed, and Silco's eyes widened as he lifted a narrow, leather-lined paddle into Silco's line of sight. “Brat” was embroidered into the edge of the leather, and holes were scattered throughout. Holes which would eliminate the cushion of air and create a greater impact against his skin.
Fuck, Silco could feel his cunt gushing at the sight.
Vander smirked and brought the new toy down hard against the wet, puffy flesh. A hand was one thing, it was soft and had give to it. The paddle, which must have been wood underneath the leather, was stiff, flat, and unyielding, and it whaled down upon his open pussy, making direct contact each time with Silco's raw, overstimulated and needy little cock. Because his cock was swollen above the rest of his genitals, and because the paddle was so firm, to make contact with his hole it hit his sensitive dick so hard it practically crushed it back into his groin. The intensity of the first couple strikes had Silco moaning and leaking despite himself.
Silco writhed and his eye fluttered into his head, trying desperately to stop himself from reacting vocally. With each strike he could feel himself getting even more soaked. He really was a painslut, dissolving into a puddle of bliss, agony and need. He swore he could hear the fucking thing splashing through his juices.
“Is this supposed to hurt?” Silco goaded, hoping that the rasp in his voice and the fact that his good eye was rolled up in his head while his cunt gushed arousal wouldn’t give away how blatantly he was lying.
“Still barely feel it, eh?” Vander pinched his nipple. “We'll have to do something about that. Gotta teach this greedy hole a lesson.”
Silco moaned slightly and twitched, and Vander gave two more firm slaps, the second was enough to draw out a whimper.
“I reckon I know the problem.” Vander slipped his fingers between Silco's inner folds and stroked up and down through the wetness. “You're too loose down here. Every time I smack you, these naughty lips bounce all around. I think it ought to be pulled a bit tighter. Maybe that will teach my birdie a proper lesson.
Silco's mind swam with possibilities. Was Vander going to clip Silco's labia to hold it open? Spank his cunt while fucking him? Was he going to fuck Silco and stretch him out, and smack him with his balls? Some of those thoughts set his loins on fire, and others seemed outside of his comfort zone. His heart hammered, but he fought to keep his voice even and infuriatingly cheeky. “If I'm so terribly loose, whose fault is that, do you think? Maybe you're the one whose dick should be slapped.” Improper anatomy, definitely. Oh well, it was worth it if it annoyed Vander.
Vander, unphased, opened the drawer where they kept their toys and pulled out one of Silco's favorites– a thick glass dildo. Silco's mouth went dry.
He used to love fucking himself with that in the mirror, watching his hole stretch and clench, but he had no idea how it would factor into impact play. Vander better not be planning to hit him with it, it was hard and heavy as hell, and would probably bruise him on the first attempt.
Thankfully, Vander did not hit him with the dildo, but he did position it at Silco's entrance and, with a devious smile, pushed it inside of him.
Silco's eyelid fluttered. He had no need for prep, he was already gaping and drenched, but the thing slid along his walls and filled him so good. He hadn't even realized how badly he wanted to be stuffed, it was like his whole body molded around it. The only thing better would be Vander's cock.
“I see why you like playing with this so much, baby. I get a front row seat to look into that pretty, puffy gash of yours.”
Silco's heart fluttered at the compliment. He thinks it's pretty.
Damn it, he was already becoming a stupid, mushy pile of submissive, wasn't he? He had to stave off the subspace as long as he could. Can't let Vander win.
When it was fully seated inside him, Vander grabbed a riding crop from the box, and Silco tensed. He'd never been hit by a riding crop on his genitals before– although he had done it to Vander once or twice– the closest he'd come was Vander using an old ruler, years ago. He hadn't wanted to do it again for fear of a splinter.
“Don't look so scared, canary, I'm just using this for some extra precision, the paddle is a bit too wide to reach all the spots around the toy.” He smirked and adopted a slight mocking tone. “Don't worry, I won't hit your poor little pussy too hard.”
Silco growled. “Don't flatter yourself, you arrogant buffoon. You think just because you have me stuffed like a Progress Day Turkey you–” Silco's words were broken off by a yelp as the crop came down on his dick. Vander didn't put too much force behind it, the beauty of a crop is how it carries its own weight, and sends pain shooting through you with every tap.
“So much chirping, songbird, and you haven't even apologized for breaking my rules.” He pouted, tauntingly. “You know that won't do.”
Silco opened his mouth to retort, but keened at the feeling of the crop on his labia, right where it was stretched tight around the toy, and another on the other side.
Each strike had him jump and tense, and that made the phallus inside him shift and massage his walls. Another strike to his cock, another to his lips, another to his hood and to his stretched, exposed hole. He struggled to find verbal insults to sling, but language was coming apart in his mouth, replaced by weak, cacophonous moans and whimpers.
“Fuh-huhhhhck you!” He managed to gasp, fresh tears brimming in his eyes. It felt so much better this way, with something inside him, they hadn't done it like this before. The pain was more intense, and it also triggered even more pleasure inside him, and being penetrated, wide open, especially when Vander could see inside his twitching hole, it all made him feel so wonderfully helpless, he just lost the ability to think entirely. There was just Vander, and the crop, and the toy, and the melting together of pain and an intense need to cum.
“So mean to me, luvvy.” Vander gently pulled back Silco's wet hood to smack his exposed cock, earning another cry. It was not lost on Silco how fucking ironic that was coming from the man who had tormented his cunt into a throbbing mess. “Even when you're this ruined, you can only say nasty things. What about ‘I’m so sorry for cumming without permission, my love, I'll be a good little bird, please fuck me until I have a complete release, I need it so bad,’” Vander shifted his voice slightly to a more gravelly tone and a shabby mimic of Silco's accent. Even with his mind fogged with need and pain, Silco appreciated that Vander didn't pitch his voice higher to mock him, that would have made him dysphoric, which he really did not need right now.
“Mh–” Silco struggled to speak. He was exhausted and his cunt hurt and he wanted Vander so bad his tongue was in knots. “Fucking ass,” he sputtered. “Fuck you. Asshole. Wanna cum.”
“Is that any way to ask?” Vander brought down the crop on his cunt again, and Silco sobbed out. He could feel his blood pounding in the reddened flesh there. It was addictive, at this point he just wanted Vander touching him, whether to add to his pain or not. “Fuck you! I want to cum! I want– fuck!” Vander pressed the toy deeper into him, milking pleasure from his sensitive inner walls, and with just one finger nudged his hood back and forth over his cock, jerking him with it.
“Damn, birdie. You're so swollen down here. I love when it gets so puffy and pink, you're dripping. Are you close? Did you really manage to get close to cumming from just me smacking your pussy with a dildo inside it?” He taunted. “You think if I kept hitting it, you'd have the release you crave, or would the pain just leave you with another ruin? Either way, a second orgasm without permission would lead to another round of punishment.”
Silco felt his hole spasm at the thought of another ruin and more punishment, and he knew Vander could see it. He couldn't imagine being any more sensitive or tender than he was now. “Fucking bastard,” he croaked.
Vander raised the crop again and Silco flinched and tightened before it even made contact with his skin. Vander chuckled and set it down on the bed. “You're so naughty, my canary bird. Don't even know what's good for you. Guess that's why I'm here, huh?” He caressed Silco's thigh and gently withdrew the dildo.
Silco groaned as it pulled away from him, and the feeling of cool air against his empty, aching hole had him writhing the second it was out. He needed to be touched. He needed to cum, really cum, he needed Vander's hands and giant cock on and in him more than he needed food or water or oxygen. “Please–” He managed to force out. “Mmh– fuck, fuck, please!”
“That's better, that's my good little birdie,” Vander cooed, continuing to stroke his thigh with the barest brush of his fingernails. “Tell your hound you're sorry and ask for what you need. Come on, then, I doubt you've ever in your life been at a loss for words, my chatty little songbird. If you don't, I gotta leave your sore cunt empty and untouched. I don't think that's what you want.”
Silco's mouth felt dry, his brain fogged. He still, through the haze of subspace, still didn't want to beg and plead, it was so humiliating! But he felt he never needed anything more in his life, he was burning with desire and pain, he truly felt like he'd do anything if Vander would give him what he needed. “Please,” he rasped. “Fucking hell, please, I'm sorry, I want to cum, for the love of Janna, fucking please, please let me cum!”
Vander hummed, “You know, I'd really prefer ‘I’m so sorry for disobeying your rules, my handsome, sexy, dominant hound, please will you give me the orgasm I need so badly, I promise to be such a good boy from now on.”
“Vander!” Silco hissed, and his partner laughed. “Alright, I suppose yours is good enough.” He kissed Silco's cheek, but there was a deep hunger in his eyes.
He braced his hands on either side of Silco's face and lined up. Looking down, Silco could see that his cock was almost as red and swollen as his own cunt, balls blue and restless. He needs this almost as bad as I do. Silco silently cursed himself for not trying longer to outlast Vander before breaking his resolve, but he truly couldn't wait a minute more. He needed Vander.
Silco's air was punched from his lungs as Vander slammed his hips inside. His cunt was so sore where it stretched around him, and Vander was so ridiculously fucking big. His hips and balls slapped against the raw flesh of Silco's dick and vulva, and just like with the toy, the sting made him tighten and massage Vander's cock inside him.
Silco saw something snap in his partner's eyes and he launched into a punishing pace, no time to warm up, slamming himself into Silco's desperate, spent body again and again and again. Folded like this, practically a mating press, Vander had punishing access to the deepest parts of him, which he bullied without mercy.
Vander's voice was gruff, panting in his ear as he ravaged him, and Silco could barely hear it over his own noises, some cursed amalgam of moans, screams, and sobs. The friction inside him felt so good and so satisfying, while the stretch of his hole and the impact of Vander's skin against his already battered cunt intensified his pain, especially the prickly-trimmed hairs of Vander's groin against his soaked, twitching, sore, hypersensitive cock. It was building the climax he needed at a torturously slow pace, pleasure and overwhelm bringing it closer and pain staving it just out of reach. Silco felt like he could die happy, just like this, in a perfect purgatory of pleasure and desperation. He briefly hoped that Vander would finish first and get him off. If he got any more sensitive from another orgasm and Vander kept fucking him, it would be way past the limit of what he could handle. They were already dancing tantalizingly close to it.
“Y’r so fucking cute, baby,” Vander huffed into his ear, low and gutteral. “Such a good, pretty little bird for me, all mine to play with as I like. Gods, fuck, I love you, Sil, you're taking me like nothing else.” His hand cupped Silco's breast and passed a thumb over his nipple. Silco felt a momentary panic in his stomach as Vander's hand skated over his throat, perhaps out of habit from the old days of railing him like this, but it quickly skittered away and instead gripped his hip.
Vander barely slowed down, and the knots in Silco's stomach were loosened as soon as they came on by the reassuring squeezes of his hip and kisses on his ear.
“My sweet birdie, pretty little thing, keep screaming for me, fuck–!” Vander's hips accelerated and stuttered through his climax, the warm, satisfying feeling of Vander's cum flooding Silco’s insides.
Silco, meanwhile, felt like a live wire, and was on the brink of fully breaking down in wailing sobs if Vander didn't give him the orgasm he needed. “Pluh– ple-ease Vahhh-ahhnnder pleasepleaseple– I need ih– I– Van–” he babbled incoherently, and thank all that was holy, Vander, despite his softening cock, continued to ram it inside Silco and gently, just as gently as Silco needed him to, held his thumb against Silco’s dick, lubricated by his own bountiful juices, and rubbed it in firm, steady circles. “Shh, settle– that's it, breathe for me, your hound is gonna give you what you need, always . Cum for me, birdie, I got you, you're such a good boy.”
Silco screamed his gray-torn lungs out as he crested over the edge, and all the tension and pain built up exploded out of him, gripping, soaking, spasming on Vander's cock, who moaned encouragement in his ear. It crashed over him in waves, working out every last drop of tension from every edge, ruin, and smack he’d been subjected to. And dutifully, despite his finished and probably oversensitive cock, Vander fucked and rubbed him through it, allowing every immense aftershock to crash over him until his body had taken its fill of hard-earned pleasure. The moment his orgasm finally spasmed to completion, Vander's fingers were far too much for his overstimulated body, and he shrieked “nostopnodon’ttouchit!”
Vander's hand left him in a heartbeat and, panting and kissing Silco's forehead, pulled a spent, twitching cock out of his shaking body.
Silco felt like mush, in ways both good and bad. He barely understood anything that was happening around him, but his heart was screaming that it wanted Vander, and he couldn't get his breathing under control. Had it always been this intense? That was so much.
“Fucking hells, Silco–” Vander panted in his ear, practically collapsed before him. “That was–”
Silco was in no state to respond. Sated and overstimulated, he could only focus now on how his cunt was still throbbing and red from the impacts, how his hips screamed at being kept at such an awkward position for so long, how he was sweaty and tired and shaking and needed Vander so fucking bad all he could do was cry and swear under his breath.
“Hey, Sil,” Vander's voice was softer now. “Let’s get you untied, yeah? It's alright, I gotcha.” He gently tilted Silco's head forward to unhook the leg restraints behind his neck, and at the feeling of his hip flexors returning to an unstrained position, Silco hissed in pain. He hadn't even realized how fucking tense they were, but they were searing in defiance of how they had been kept so long, which only added to his intense overwhelm.
“Mmmy fuh-hucking hips!” He spat, trying to make it sound like a jab but it only came out as a sob.
“Aw, baby, I know, I'm sorry, I'm almost done.” Vander gently pulled him to sit up and unfastened his arms. His shoulders were also– though not as severely– sore from being stuck with his arms behind his back for so long.
Finally unbound and my able to move his limbs as he pleased, he collapsed into Vander, arms around his large body, digging his nails into him, and he fucking dissolved.
He rarely cried in front of Vander at all, he couldn't remember the last time he'd sobbed this hard in front of anyone , but he'd lost all control over his emotional expressions, Vander had fucked and spanked it out of him. All that was left was an absolute fucking mess, and that made him feel even more self-conscious, which made it worse, perpetuating a nasty vicious cycle. The only thing that brought him comfort was Vander holding him, soothing him, cuddling him and replacing all the adrenaline and cortisol that flooded his system with oxytocin. Still, he didn't make noise beside that of air sharply entering and leaving his lungs. He didn't make noise when he cried for as long as he could remember, but it didn't lessen the intensity of his feelings.
“Sil,” Vander stroked his hair and hugged him. “Baby, I gotcha, I gotcha, I'm right here, little bird, everything's okay. Your hound’s gotcha.” He kissed his temple and gently massaged one of his hips while using the other arm to cradle him.
Silco's mind was foggy. He felt emotional over the immense barrier of reconciliation they just overcame, and all the psychological tension that had just been released, plus he was viciously satisfied, more than he'd been after sex in ages, all the while his cunt, hips, and shoulders were still hurting something awful and mere air felt overstimulating, but crying into Vander's neck felt like the right thing to do for the first time in a long time. He felt safe and loved and those feelings were more precious to him than anything else in the world.
Vander rocked him gently, and stopped massaging his hip to hold his hand. It was grounding, to feel Vander's thick fingers twine with his own. “Shhhh,” Vander hushed quietly into Silco's ear. “Shhhh, I want you to let it all out, Silco, but you’re breathing a little too hard. Breathe with me, baby. Breathe with me.” Vander pressed their foreheads together.
At first, Silco failed spectacularly in this request, still hyperventilating and wheezing over sobs no matter how hard he tried to match Vander's rhythm, but the longer Vander held their faces together, and Silco felt his thick chest rise and fall slowly, warm air from his breath against his lips, the easier it was for Silco to regulate. Their hearts and lungs worked together as one, ever since they were young men fighting for air in that coal mine. He was still crying, his ribs were still shaking, but his body was easing back into a state of rest.
“That's it, Blisters. That's it. Settle down, I gotcha. Take your time, love.”
Silco sniffled. Gods, he hated being such a wreck, but he loved that only Vander could make him feel like this.
Vander rubbed his back. “You– you don't have to talk if you're not ready, but–” he cleared his throat. “Can you just tell me if you're alright? You're not– I didn't hurt you?” His voice cracked just a bit, and Silco squeezed him. “I'm fine,” he rasped. “It was good.”
“Good, baby. That's what matters.” He sounded relieved, and held Silco tighter. “You’re alright, I'm right here. I love you so much. My perfect angel.”
Silco sniffled and nestled against him, letting the tears flow freely in silence for a couple minutes, just appreciating the thick arms around him, steadying him, keeping him safe. His fingers absently traced over his scar, a stim of his that used to upset Vander, before he’d come to understand that it wasn’t really related to his trauma, he just found the texture of the damaged skin stimulating in such a way that it calmed him, helped him think. Vander did not comment, just continued to hold and caress his sub until Silco was ready to move on.
After his rough emotions had successfully been smoothed over from being held by his partner, Silco slowly became more acutely aware of how his cunt was stinging, and his hips were burning, and his shoulders were sore. He managed to rasp, “Hurts.”
Vander stroked his hair. “Yeah, I reckon. Is it just your cunt, or are your muscles still achy?”
“All of it. Bastard.” Silco mumbled into Vander's neck, feeling plump lips peck his head. “Thinkin’ you can still fold me up like a young man.” He sniffed.
Vander chuckled warmly and rubbed his back. “Sorry, birdie. Let me see if I can fix you up. But first,” he reached for the glass of water on the nightstand. “Drink some for me.”
Silco, somehow still not having had all of his brattiness beat out of him, made a face. He didn't like water. It tasted like nothing combined with the chemicals he'd had put in the tap to make it safe to drink. He liked black coffee and whisky and Noxian wine. “No.” He buried his face in Vander's shoulder.
Vander sighed. He sounded somewhere between amused and exasperated that Silco, on some level, wasn't done playing. This had been a long time coming, and Brat Silco was not ready to go back in his box. “Come on, birdie. You need your water, you lost a helluva lot of fluids,” he chuckled and Silco felt the straw gently poking his cheek. “Come on, be a good boy for me, just take a sip. I'm not gonna force you.”
The gentleness of Vander's voice touched him, and he felt another wave of emotion at the realization that he believed him. He didn't doubt for a second that Vander wasn’t going to turn his face and shove the straw in his mouth, even though he could. That even if Silco was still playing a dominance game, his partner wasn’t, that Vander wasn't making this request to establish dominance but because he loved Silco and wanted him to be healthy and feel good. He didn't even realize he was crying again.
“Silco!” Vander set down the cup and squeezed him. “It's okay, shhh, you don't have to drink the water, I can get you something else– you– you want some tea? Or maybe some broth? That can help, I just need you to hydrate, that's all–”
Silco sniffled and gently batted at his mouth to get him to shut up, then reached for the water. “Shhut up, that's not it, just give it here.”
Vander tentatively handed the water over and Silco drank some. It didn't even taste off, he was just being annoying for the sake of it. “You sure? You don't have–”
“Mhm.” Silco interrupted through sips, and Vander scratched his scalp through the buzzed hair. “Okay. You're my good boy. My perfect boy, you know that?”
Silco smiled despite himself and handed Vander the water, who chugged a couple gulps before setting it down. “Ready for me to get you all fixed up, or do you want to cuddle for another minute?”
Silco waved his hand with a dopey smile. “Do what you need to do.”
“Okay. I'll be back in a minute.” Vander gently laid Silco out on the bed and gave him one more kiss before throwing a robe on and leaving the room.
Silco used the opportunity to catch up with himself, wiping his eyes. He wanted Vander back, and to keep loving on him, but the solitude felt a bit soothing, it always did, even if just for a little while.
Experimentally, he dipped a finger between his legs and slipped it into his folds, and winced. He could still feel how puffy and swollen he was, and the flesh felt raw and tender. Damn it, why'd he have to be such a masochist? He’d enjoyed that way too much. Now he'd be reminded of this questionable decision every time he took Vander’s cock for the next week. The thought was more tantalizing than he’d have liked it to be.
Vander slipped back into the room with a bucket full of supplies. “Don't worry baby, I'll help with the pain. I'm not gonna leave you sore.” He sat on the bed and pulled out a heated neck wrap– it had been a gift from the kids, “y'know, cause you're old” Mylo had said. It was rude, but he wasn't wrong. Vander also pulled out a couple more heated packs, an ice pack, a bottle of painkillers, and a bag of Silco’s favorite candy, Piltovan black licorice. “Can you lay on your belly, sweetheart? Legs open.”
Silco flushed but, with a groan, obeyed. “I sincerely hope you're not gonna– mhhhff…” Silco's gripe at the prospect of a cold pack on his cunt was melted away by the warm neck wrap over his shoulders and the hot packs resting against each of his hips. When he felt the cool pack press against his groin, it didn't even aggravate him. It was wrapped in soft cloth, it wasn't too cold as to shock him, it just eased the swelling and hot pain that was still pulsing between his legs.
“Feel nice, luvvy?” Vander rubbed his back.
“Mhmm..” Silco felt like jelly again.
“Good.” Vander laid beside him, propping his head up on his elbow and just caressing his partner, rubbing his back, playing with his hair, gently wiping away tears and sweat from his face. It was nice. Silco needed a break from being glomped.
Silco just enjoyed the view of his hound’s handsome face for a minute before speaking. “That really was something else.”
“I hope I didn't take it too far,” Vander admitted, hand trailing to cup his cheek.
“No, I don't think so.” Silco blinked. “It was intense, but it was good. I've missed this. Is this– is this how you feel when I'm dominant?”
“I dunno, I reckon it's more intense for you. It means more, coming from you. Trusting me.” Vander's brow knitted, and Silco rolled his eyes. “Don't be daft. Trust is trust.” He sighed and nestled his head into the pillow. “One thing, though.” He hesitated. “You reached for my throat when you were fucking me, but you didn't do anything. Why?”
Some of the color drained from Vander's face. “Fuck, I'm so sorry. I was hoping maybe you hadn't noticed. It was an accident, we just–” he swallowed. “Whenever I used to rail you like that, especially during a scene, I held you by the neck, even when I wasn't choking you out. And I haven't, since– it was like muscle memory. But the minute I touched your neck, I got this sick feeling in my stomach and remembered what happened between us.” He blinked, and Silco swore he could see his eyes getting misty. “I had to fight like hell to stay hard, but I wasn't gonna stop after teasing you so much, I knew you needed it– I mean, obviously I'd’ve stopped if you wanted me to, but, you know…”
Silco frowned. “You know you're allowed to stop because you want to, and that's not just the case when you're the submissive. I wanted it to be fun for both of us.” His voice broke and he felt immediate, immense frustration with himself. He was still a fucking mushy, pathetic puddle, wasn't he?
Vander's face grew more concerned. “Baby, don't cry–” that only made Silco feel pissier and more hot tears bead in his eyelids, and he hid his face against the pillow. Big, calloused hands stroked his hair. “It was, it was fun for me, love, I was uncomfortable for a second, I bet you were, too. I wasn't forcing myself to keep going, just– just to move on and get back to it, that's all, luvvy. That's all.” He scooched closer and, without crowding Silco too much, bent over so their foreheads could touch. “Were you okay? I should've probably paused and checked in.”
“No,” Silco shook his head. “It's good you didn't. It was the same for me. I was just uncomfortable for a second. If you'd stopped to acknowledge it, it would've been worse. But I felt we needed to discuss it afterwards at least.”
“Of course, angel.” Vander took his hand and raised it to his lips, pressing soft kisses into his knuckles. “I'm sorry I let that get away from me.”
Silco shrugged, “It's no problem. Hardly made a fraction of the impact of you beating my cunt black and blue.” He playfully swatted Vander's chest and Vander smiled. “Yeah, hope I didn't let that get away from me either. I was really nervous leading up to this, but you said you didn't want me to hold back, and I wanted to give you everything you talked about wanting. I didn't wanna disappoint my canary-bird.”
“Don't be ridiculous, I've handled far worse. You've hit harder for longer, back when we were young. The paddle, though, was a nice touch.” Silco chuckled and sat up with a wince. He was still sore as hell from the bindings, and Vander was still leaking out of his raw hole. He was very much looking forward to the bath Vander would no doubt run him, perhaps with soft music and a glass of wine.
“Easy, birdie. There's no rush to get up.” Vander rubbed his thigh and sat up after him, offering a hand to hold. “Y'know, I haven't showed you the best part of this paddle–” he grinned and reached over, while Silco snorted. “Long as showing me doesn't involve using it, I'd be happy to see.”
Vander presented it as Silco saw it, red thread embroidering the word “brat” along one edge. When he flipped it over, however, the other side displayed the word “ puppy ” stitched in blue.
Silco's jaw dropped, but he couldn't hide his smile. “You had it custom made? How much did it cost?”
“Shush. It was a special occasion.” Vander kissed his temple and Silco looked up at him with a smirk. “Do you have any idea what's coming to you next time, when I get the chance to use this?”
Vander hugged him. “I can't wait.”