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Steve can’t even think anymore. He has no idea how long he has been tied up to his headboard or how long a vibrator has been strapped to his dick. He tried to call out to Jonathan multiple times now but has been met with radio silence every time. His brain became mush at what felt like hours ago. The only thought daring to grace his mind has been holy fuck when am I allowed to cum.
See the thing is Steve decided to act like a brat during a party he invited Jonathan to. He purposefully bent down in provocative ways, swaying his hips to seem more enticing. Picking up his martini and eating the olive in such a way it would even make a priest blush. Jonathan had had enough and dragged Steve out of the party and drove him home. In a mess of clothes and open mouthed kisses Steve was somehow tied to the bed. Jonathan had pulled out their bullet vibrator and shoved it on the tip of Steve’s cock, turning it onto the highest setting, and leaving Steve to suffer alone.
Now, after what seemed like hours, Jonathan opened the door to their shared bedroom and sauntered over to the bed, admiring his handy work. “Wow, look how worked up you are after ten minutes. I wonder what would happen if I left you for twenty or an hour,” he said quietly with a hint of admiration lined against the wave of lust spilling over his voice.
“Jonny please. Please touch me. I’ll do anything Jon,” Steve was desperate. He felt like if Jonathan didn’t touch his dick it would explode.
“Hey, breathe. I’m gonna touch you, you just need to be patient baby. Can you be a good boy and be patient? I’ll reward you,” whispering the last part Jonathan leaned into Steve’s ear, so he could feel his hot breath against him and he turned off the vibrator on Steve’s cock..
Steve’s brain short circuited at this. Being called a good boy, being told what to do, the prospect of being rewarded. It took over his body. Nodding furiously he whines, high and in the back of his throat. Jonathan smirked at this, knowing he has the boy wrapped around his finger and backed up off the bed at the dismay of Steve.
He walked over to their closet, where they kept all of their toys, and grabbed out one of his more average straps, a leg spreader, and a half-empty bottle of raspberry flavored lube. He walked back over to the bed and set all of the items down, grabbing one of Steve’s ankles and attaching the bar to it, doing the same for the other ankle.
Jonathan then takes his clothes off, deciding he’s too horny and too hot to keep them on. Afterwards, he grabs the strap and puts it on, keeping eye contact with Steve for the most part. Crawling back onto the bed he lets his hands roam up and down Steve’s body, keeping track of his reactions to the minute touches along his torso.
After a few seconds of this Steve whines out, “Jonny baby please touch me.”
“I am touching you,” Jonathan replies, seemingly unaffected, even though they both knew that he was.
“You- you know what I meant asshole. Touch my cock. Please?” he added on please at the end with a whine to hopefully convince Jonathan to touch him in the place he wanted him to the most.
“I’m sorry? Did you just call me an asshole?” Jonathan replies back with mischief lining his voice, slowly getting off the bed, “If I’m such an asshole then I guess you wouldn’t mind if I left you here to finish yourself off.” He knew it was impossible for Steve to get himself off in this situation.
“No! No please I’m sorry Jonny, just please PLEASE touch me! Please….please…please,” Steve starts begging hoping that the apology was enough.
Jonathan looks as if he is trying to decide whether or not to accept this apology, torn between accepting and edging Steve for punishment, or leaving and letting him reap his consequences for ten minutes for a punishment. He decides to accept and edge Steve for his bad mouth.
Slowly making his way back to the bed he grabs the lube off the comforter and covers his fingers in it, “It’s okay baby, I’ll treat you so good.” He circles Steve’s rim and inserts his middle finger all the way inside.
Steve lets out a quiet moan at the feeling of something entering him. Even though it was just a finger it felt so deep inside of him. Moving around to find that one spot inside of him that will make him see stars. Jonathan finds it with ease and starts abusing that spot inside of him. Milking his prostate for all that it was worth. Kissing up Steve’s chest at the same time and leaving love bites all over Steve’s shoulders and neck at the same time.
Steve was in cloud nine after Jonathan started thrusting the finger in and out of him. Hitting his prostate with almost every thrust, marking up his neck so much that there’s barely any unmarked skin left, some marks bleeding slightly because of Jonathan’s sharp teeth.
Steve couldn’t contain his moans. They were getting more loud and higher pitched with each hit to his prostate. Jonathan knew that Steve was on the brink of cumming and that’s when he pulled away, letting Steve fall away from the precipice of orgasm.
“No, Jonny, please let me cum. I’m sorry for being a brat please let me cum. I’ll be a good boy. Please….please…..please.” He kept begging Jonathan for his touch, to let him finish with Jonathan’s own fingers up his ass. That he’ll do anything.
Jonathan just tuts at him, “Good boys take their punishments. You were a brat AND you called me an asshole when I decided to touch you how I wanted. You deserve this punishment whether you like it or not Stevie boy.” He rarely takes out that nickname but it did wonders to Steve’s state at the moment.
Steve nodded just wanting Jonathan to continue his onslaught of pleasure, and Jonathan leaned back over Steve and made eye contact as he stuck two fingers back into him, hitting his prostate easily. Steve’s eyes rolled back into his head as his mouth hung open in pleasure. Jonathan takes his other hand and lays it in Steve’s hair, tugging it and making Steve look him in the eyes.
This same pattern repeats itself around three times before Jonathan grabs the lube and lubes up his strap-on. Lining himself up against Steve’s entrance he pushes in all the way, stopping when his hips met Steve’s to let him adjust.
Panting, Steve looks up at Jonathan. He looks like the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. Hair cascading across his facial features while he scans Steve’s face for discomfort. Steve leans his head up and before he kisses Jonathan he whispers, “Please move.” and closes the gap between their faces. Lazily and sloppily kissing Jonathan while he starts thrusting inside of him.
Angling his hips slightly upwards he nails Steve’s prostate head on. Steve stops kissing Jonathan and moans loudly, followed by several quieter but still loud whimpers as Jonathan doesn’t stop abusing that spot. Jonathan then grabs the vibrator that was tossed on the bed haphazardly during the whole ordeal and presses it against the tip of Steve’s cock. He turns it on the highest level and stares at Steve’s face.
Steve opens his mouth in a silent scream as he feels extreme pleasure. He was quick to get overstimulated as Jonathan continued. He brought his other unoccupied hand up to Steve’s neck, giving it a light squeeze, not enough to make Steve pass out but enough to put noticeable pressure, “You’re mine. You’re my good boy aren’t you Steve. Do you wanna be my good boy?” he squeezes tighter and Steve nods, “Then do you know what I want you to do? I want you to cum for me. Be my good boy and cum for me.”
That’s exactly what Steve does. After a few more thrusts and twists of his nipples he splattering all over their stomachs and chests.
Jonathan turns off the vibrator, takes off his strap, and undos all of Steve’s bindings. He then grabs Steve as he comes down from the high he just experienced and pet his hair. As Steve comes down he realizes that Jonathan probably didn’t cum himself, “Do you want me to make you cum?”
Jonathan looks startled, “uhh you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Jonathan was more of a people pleaser but wasn’t opposed to the idea.
Steve just smiles and starts kissing Jonathan. He slowly starts kissing lower and lower leaving marks along the way. He reaches Jonathan’s cunt, red and puffy. It was dripping wet and was inviting Steve right in.
He leaned in and swiped from Jonathan’s hole to his clit, “Oh fuck.” Jonathan whispered from above, not ready for what Steve was going to do.
Steve then takes his whole dick into his mouth, sucking the whole way in. Jonathan’s back bows off the bed and he whines at the feeling. It was so much more intense than any other time Steve went down on him. Steve swirls his tongue and moans at the taste. This sends vibrations up Jonathan’s body making him groan above Steve and grab his hair aggressively. Steve moans more at this, loving to get his hair pulled.
Steve continues to alternate between sucking and licking, slowly sending Jonathan hurtling towards the edge. His release kept building and building to the point where it was overwhelming all of his senses. After a couple of more seconds he releases all over Steve’s face. Squirting all over him and the bed. It was the hardest he’s ever cum before.
Steve smiles and looks up at Jonathan with a stupid grin on his face, “Did I do good?”
“Did I do- Yeah dumbass you did great. Now get up here and cuddle me before I stab you,” Jonathan replies with a jokingly mocking tone.
“Yes sir.” Steve says as he crawls back up to Jonathan.
“Never call me that again. It’ll give me a complex.” he says, closing his eyes and burning his face in Steve’s neck.
“Ok, master.” Steve throws back at him, just trying to mess with him a little longer before they both pass out.
“That’s it.” Jonathan says and before Steve can figure out what’s going on Jonathan bites his neck.
“Ow. asshole.” Steve says with a smile before the both of them doze off. Enjoying the safety and warmth of each other’s embrace.