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It was degrading, but Charles asked for it.
Literally
Max had handcuffed both of his hands to the curtain rod in the bathroom of Max's Hotel room after striping him naked.
He stood in front of him lighting his cigarette, taking in a long drag, holding in for a moment before pulling out and blowing the smoke on his face.
“Ah Max,” Charles exclaims. His hands jitter against the handcuffs, as Max ruthlessly grabs his jaw with his left hand.
“shhh,”
Max places the cigarette back between his lips, inhaling and blowing just like before, on his face.
And Charles can't help but yelp and feel extremely aroused by everything that's going on. It's just like he imagined it.
Max, in his Ferrari racing gear, the red fireproof top clinging to his chest while the upper half of his suit hung low around his hips — stared at him with that menacing look that gave him butterflies every single time.
The next thing he does is bring the cigarette near him and tap his thumb against his forefinger, allowing the small tower of ash that had collected at the end of his cigarette to crumble and fall on his neck.
Charles's eyes widened with pricking pain, as the ashes slid down his clavicle to the ground in seconds. A shiver runs down his naked body, from the burn and the coldness in the bathroom.
Max’s eyes show no remorse while taking in one more puff of the joint. He slid his other hand down vigilantly, his fingers wrapping around his throat as he gently but firmly applied pressure, his whole palm squeezing the throat until he could feel the pulse beating under his thumb. Charles whimpered, feeling asphyxiated as he rolled back his eyes and cums all over himself and Max.
The shock of orgasming without permission brought Charles back to his senses. But it was too late.
Max frowns, loosening the grip of his hands while contemplating whether to slap him as a punishment or not. He knows Charles is usually comfortable with face-slapping but considering the scene today, Max thinks of another punishment.
“Tsk, such a dirty bad boy,” Max murmurs, stepping back as he strips off the lower half of his suit and discards it to the side.
Charles's eyes are teared up, as he desperately tries to catch his breath and apologize.
“I-”
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
Charles closes his mouth shut and shakes his head.
“So what should you do?”
Charles presses his lips together as the answer but to his dismay, Max chuckles, stubbing out the cigarette bunt on his skin just above his clavicle making him gasp out loud.
“Such a bad boy, can't keep his mouth shut and cums without permission” Max rumbles, grabbing a small towel from the side and stuffing his mouth with it.
“I am so disappointed in you baby” Max says while pulling out a new cigarette and gracefully lighting it up and inhaling the smoke.
Max enjoys the cigarette, completely ignoring Charles's presence as a punishment.
And Charles understands, standing as still as possible without making any noise over the gag, trying to keep his balance but it's difficult and messy. He had cummed untouched and without permission so Max had not cleaned him up. It was sticky and uncomfortable. And it doesn't help that Charles starts to feel a bit dizzy, his legs start to give out a little and there is also the discomfort and pain in his arms from being tied up for so long.
Which Max notices, stepping in and grabbing his waist just in time so he doesn't slip and hurt his arms.
“What should I do with you,” Max teases “Huh baby?”
Tears start to swell in Charles's eyes, from the embarrassment of cumming so early without permission and not being able to finish simple punishment.
“Oh baby,” Charles sees his boyfriend smirk “Don't cry,”
He grabs his face, with the hand that holds the cigarette and kisses his tear away.
Making Charles pout.
“Now now don't you pout” Max snickers “I won't be giving u a kiss so easily baby,”
He slides his hand down the waist and inserts a finger inside his hole.
“Ah ugh” Charles moans.
As the cigarette found its way back in Max’s mouth.
Today's concept, in Charles's words, was cigarettes and Max caring about having a smoke more than paying attention to him.
What a wild wish for the first day of summer break, but Max obliged.
He isn't a heavy smoker but he does smoke, but he never knew him smoking got Charles so hot and bothered to have shyly suggested what they are doing today.
Charles rests his head on Max's shoulder trying to muffle his moans.
Max smokes above Charles's head and continues to tease him with only one finger which barely ever touches his prostate, leaving him whining for more
Suddenly Charles jerks his head up, his face crumbling with dissatisfaction.
“Want me to add another finger,” Max asks snarkily. Butting the cigarette below the clavicle this time.
“Max,” Charles cries out loud. “Merde.”
Max hums while throwing the cigarette bunt in the sink “what's your color?”
Charles squints his eyes, considering his answer properly “Green,”
“Then don't speak any other words unless it's your safeword,” Max warms him, simultaneously pushing in the second and third finger.
Charles bites his lips together, squirming in Max's hold.
Then his arms suddenly give up, aching in not a pleasurable way, forcing him to murmur a “Yellow,”
Alerting Max, as he slowly removed his fingers and quickly asserts the situation.
“Ok, would it make you more comfortable if i uncuffed you,”
“Please,”
Without asking anymore questions, Max uncuffs Charles and makes him sit inside the bathtub which was already prepared, filled with lukewarm water.
Then he fetches him a glass of water from the counter and helps him drink with his own hands.
Eventually, he gets into the tub as well after hastily undressing himself.
Then gently grabs Charles's hands and asks “Color?”
“Green,” Charles replies and squeezes Max’s hands to reassure him.
“Alright,” He resumes his aura and grabs his third cigarette of the day and lit it.
Charles's mouth waters, his cock getting hard again.
In front of his eyes, his boyfriend just lit a cigarette so sexily, just like he had envisioned many times seeing him smoke beside him.
Charles in fact also smokes, but in limits.
Right now, Charles would do anything to taste his boyfriend's lips.
He licks his own lips looking at his boyfriend.
The self restraint Charles has to not climb on his boyfriend's lap and kiss him stupid is commendable.
Max observes everything with amusement. How Charles goes through various emotions while staring at him. His eyes are full of desire and lust.
Making it hard for Max to hold back any longer.
He finally breaks his character a bit “Come warm my cock baby”
Charles breath hitches hearing Max's low smoky voice calling him.
He quickly does as he was commanded, he crawls above his boyfriend's thighs, and then raises his hips, one hand guiding the cock inside and the other pressing his boyfriend’s chest for support.
Both of them moan at the same time as Charles slides in completely like a glove.
He tries to stay still, but because of the water and the position, he squirms.
Max leaves his cigarette between his teeth and grabs Charles's waist and holds him down with both of his hands.
“Don't move,”
Charles frowns, pressing Max’s chest and steadying himself.
“What happened baby?” He smirks and raises his eyebrows cockily.
“Want a smoke?” He asks, but before he can answer Max picks up Charles's body easily and then jerks him back down.
“Ah,” Charles moans and stares angrily at his boyfriend.
Then he abruptly grabs the cigarette from his boyfriend's mouth and slips it on his own and inhales. A rush of satisfaction runs inside him. After the whole time of having smoke blown on his face. It's his first smoke of the day.
He slips one hand behind his boyfriend's head and pulls him towards himself. Picking the notion, Max opens his mouth taking in the smoke Charles blowns and then their lips meet hastily.
Max hands find their way to his jaw, as he tilts his face and he deepens the kiss. Smoke blows out from Charles's nose and their mouths. But they don't stop kissing.
Charles pulls Max's hair backward, giving him room to lick and kiss his tongue, savoring the taste of cigarette remnants.
Max lets his boyfriend have his moment before pulling his cock and thrusting into Charles after noticing something.
“Ack,”
“Baby” Max's face smug “Enjoying yourself too much?”
“Do you think you can cum twice without my permission,” Max says, caging his boyfriend cock in his fist fully.
“Max,” He whimpers.
“You haven't even made me cum once baby,” Max leans back and says. “Can't have you cum accidentally again.”
Understanding the memo, Charles starts to move. But it's not an easy thing to do in water. This time he struggles as Max's cock continues to slip away after each bounce. Making him pout.
“Come closer,” Max chuckles as he pulls Charles closer to himself so their chests are touching.
“Poor baby, can't even do a simple thing” He degrades.
Max grabs Charles's hands and guides his cock through him.
“This time do it properly,” Max grunts, closing his eyes.
With a slow motion, Max is welcomed by the warmth of Charles’s insides, his hole tightening around him just perfectly.
“Fuck,” he curses.
Up and down, Charles moves beautifully trying to find the rhythm. Each time his ass meets his thighs, splash noise is heard. Creating a nice tempo.
“You’re so tight, baby,” Max sighs, getting lenient and starting to pump Charles’s cock.
“Ah ah ah,” Charles moans, no words formulating in his mouth.
His cock twitches, and he can feel how close he is. Getting stimulated from both sides drove him crazy.
“Baby, are u going to cum without permission again,” Max smiled deviously, his hands reaching for something placed on the counter.
Charles's body was mortified seeing the item in his boyfriend's hands.
Max smirks at Charles's fucked out expression while slowly, but carefully sliding the cockring into place.
His eyes widened in disbelief “Max,”
“Uh huh,” he hums, “ Do you want to use your safeword?”
“No,” Charles shakes his head “I am green,”
“Then why have you stopped,” He raises his eyebrows, getting impatient.
Max gets hold of his waist, his fingers digging into his hips as he raises his body with pure strength. Then he adjusts his throbbing cock and thrusts into him in the air like he is weightless.
“Ha ha ahh,” Charles is left breathless, aroused and in pain by such a crazy demonstration from his boyfriend.
Max groans deeply, sending shivers in Charles's body.
The pressure of the cock ring is turning painful. Every cell in his body wishes to get a release.
“Please,” He begs.
“What do you want, baby?” His boyfriend asks.
“Cum,” he breaths “please let me cum,”
“No,”
A stern answer.
“It hurts,” He pleads.
“Do you wanna use your safeword?”
“No,” Charles hesitates “I am green but-”
“No buts,”
An agitated answer.
Charles sulks, displeased with Max for not letting him cum.
Max squeezes Charles’s ass angrily and parts his cheeks apart, grunting at the feeling of Charles’s hole clenching around him. He can feel his orgasm getting closer.
“Ha ha c-cum, please let me ah cum,” Charles's breath hitches when a particular hard thrust hits him in just the right place. His cock felt like it would explode. “Please, Max,” he whines, looking at Max with teary eyes, pleading for some mercy.
“Quiet,” Max orders.
Charles finally understands that no amount of pleading will work on Max as he has set his mind into punishing him for disobeying him.
He can only stop him by using a safeword.
“Get on your knees,”
Charles complied, carefully getting off Max's laps and getting on his knees and opening his mouth wide open and sticking his tongue out a little.
Max leans in closer, his tone changing into a more soft and sensual one, he brings his thumb to his bottom lips and traces the edges leisurely.
“Look at your mouth, perfectly shaped just to fit my cock” He says, sliding his tip in his mouth.
Then he grabs his hairs and tugs his boyfriend's mouth further down his cock.
A moment later, he thrusts into Charles slowly and listens to him choke on his cock.
He's close, has been for a while now. But he continues to delay his orgasm to torment Charles, after finding pleasure in edging himself.
Max maintains his slow pace of repetitive thrusts, while occasionally slamming hard in between.
Gradually, tears started to form in the corners of Charles's eyes.
Max extends his other hand to inspect his cock. His whole body flinched at his touch.
Charles cries in pain and glee.
“Want to cum?” Max taunts.
Charles nods frantically in response.
“I may let you,” he says, speeding to fuck his mouth properly.
“I am going cum in your mouth,” he grunts “If you swallow it all like a good boy without spilling a drop, that is,”
It doesn't take long for Max to release after saying that, He fills his mouth with his cum.
Miraculously Charles is able to swallow everything without spilling, determination coming from the idea of being able to cum as well.
A shaky breath leaves Max's lips after his intense orgasm.
After gaining his composure, he removes the cock ring from Charles's cock.
His body spasms from the pressure of the ring being released.
“Cum baby.” Max whispers and that was enough to send Charles over the edge.
He cums all over Max's hand.
“Ha ah ah,” Charles tries to catch his breath. His whole body is spent after his climax.
"Come on baby, let's get both of us cleaned up in the shower now,”
Then he picks his boyfriend up, and gets out of the bathtub.
He walks under the shower head and puts Charles down against the wall for support. Then he opens the tap and initially lets the water run between both of their bodies as the temperature gets to Max's preference.
He takes care of Charles first, rubbing soap all over his body and then shampooing his hairs. He quickly washes himself up as well.
Then they exit the bathroom dressed in robes, not bothering to change into their nightwear.
Charles crawls into the bed, getting comfortable under the duvet.
Max climbs onto the bed after him, a tube of burn cream in his hand.
Charles doesn’t argue and loosens his robe, letting Max apply the cream over the faint burn marks on his upper body.
Max gently rubs the cream into the red spots before setting the tube aside. He presses a soft kiss to Charles’s forehead and pulls him close, whispering, “I love you, schatje.”
Charles relaxes, pressing his face against Max’s chest as he murmurs back, “I love you too, chéri.”
Max hums, pressing a gentle kiss into Charles’s hair as his hand traces lazy patterns on his back, slowly lulling him to sleep.