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It was late at night when we finally made it home. My wrists still ached from the handcuffs, but it was still amazing. Larry wasn’t usually dominant when it came to us having sex, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t want it to happen more often.
We were getting ready for bed when I suddenly came to a startling realization. I finished taking off my pants and shirt, and I turned to face Larry, who was still putting on his pajamas. “Hey, Larry?”
Larry looked over at me. “Yes sweetheart?”
“Come over here.” Larry finished getting dressed and he walked over to me. I then reached out to caress his cheek. “Who’s a good boy~?”
I could tell that I had caught him off guard, but I knew he couldn’t resist when I called him a good boy. “M-me…! I’m a good boy!”
“Yes you are~” I moved my hand to his chin, and he fell onto his knees. “Aww, calling you a good boy makes you want me that badly?”
“Sweetheart… you know how much I like being called that!”
I then went over to my nightstand, and I took out my strap-on. I walked back over to Larry, and I saw his eyes widening and jaw dropping.
I held the strap-on in front of him, and I watched his eyes follow it as it slowly swung in my hand. “Good boys get the strap-on, don’t they?”
“Y-yes… they do…!” Larry exclaimed.
I then pulled it away from him, and a disappointed look plastered my face. “Oh… but you’re not being a good boy right now.”
I saw as Larry’s face fell at my words. “What… what do you mean…? I’ve been such a good boy!”
“I don’t know, good boys aren’t committing crimes all the time.”
“But… I’m a law abiding citizen! What crimes could I be committing?!”
I got so close to him our lips almost touched. “Larry Ampersand, you’re under arrest for being too fucking sexy.” I clashed my lips against his before he could respond. I snuck my tongue into his mouth, and I felt him moaning into my mouth as he returned the action.
I pulled away for air, and I saw a mix of our saliva dripping from his mouth. “Fuck Larry, even when you look disgusting you’re hot as hell.”
He was still processing what I said when I went to grab more things. First I got Larry’s handcuffs, and then I pulled out a collar and leash; the collar had Larry’s name engraved onto the tag. I had initially bought the items as a joke, but we’ve used them in bed more than either of us would like to admit.
I went back over to him; I cuffed his wrists together, and I put the collar on him before attaching the leash. I then tugged on it, and he stood up. “Follow me to bed like the good boy you are.”
He laid down on the bed when I brought him over to it, and I let go of the leash as I put on the strap-on. I was ready, but I didn’t pull down Larry’s pants yet just to tease him more.
“Sweetheart…” He said in that whiny tone that only made me more eager to tease.
I put my finger on his mouth to shut him up. “Shhh… I believe you are under arrest and have the right to remain silent, sir.” I knew how to push all his buttons, and I couldn’t help but smirk when I saw the needy look on his face. I then reached into the nightstand to grab a bottle of lubricant. Larry may be a troublemaker, but I don’t want to hurt him like the first time we used the strap-on.
(He can’t exactly “get wet” in the same way I can.)
Once the strap-on was lubed up, I finally pulled down Larry’s pants. I did what he did earlier, and I brushed my finger against the opening of his slit. He whined again, but this time he didn’t say anything. “Good boy, following my orders when I tell you to~” His whining only intensified, and I grabbed his waist to line the strap-on with his slit.
“Are you ready?” I asked; he nodded, and I slowly inserted the strap-on into him. I was planning to trick him like he did to me before, and I started harshly thrusting into him.
“AH! S-SWEETHEART SLOW DOWN!” I decided to slow down, since I know that the strap-on can be pretty painful.
“Alright, I’ll slow down, but no more talking mister.” Larry nodded, and I started going at a slower pace. I then rolled up his shirt, and I started rubbing his stomach as I thrusted into him. His whining had turned into whimpering, and I could feel my own underwear getting wet from the noises coming out of his voice box. It wasn’t about me this time though, I could deal with that problem later.
“You’re such a good boy for taking me in so well~” Larry then started tearing up; whether it was from the strap-on, the praise, or the belly rubs I couldn’t tell; all I cared about was seeing his pathetic face underneath me.
“I wish you broke the rules more so that I can see you like this more often.”
“But I-”
I removed one of my hands from his stomach, and I put my finger on his mouth to shut him up once again. “Shhh… I didn’t say you could speak yet.”
“Sorry-” I let go of the leash to spank him, and it quickly shut him up.
“Good boy~” I said as I grabbed the leash again. I then tugged harder on it. “Cum for me, good boy. Make me proud of you~”
Larry threw his head back into the pillow, and judging by his expression and cries I could tell that he came onto the strap-on. It also… caused my underwear to get more wet; at least I was already planning to change it before we even started.
I pulled out of him, and took off the strap-on before changing my underwear. I then grabbed some of the tissues on the nightstand to wipe away his tears.
“I’m so glad I broke the rules…”
I looked at him in surprise. “Really? I never thought you would say something like that.”
“How could I not if this is the punishment?”
“Well now you know how I felt.” I threw away the oil-covered tissues, and I sat Larry up to take off his handcuffs. I kissed his cheek before laying down with him in bed.
We cuddled up together, and Larry kissed my forehead. “So what happens when we both break the rules?”
I shrugged. “I guess we’ll have to find out soon, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, I don’t mind at all.”