COMPLETED | Take Me Down The Rabbit Hole (BDSM | 18+)

XII

"We're home", Alan announced as soon as he unlocked the door. Spencer, who was sitting at the kitchen table and furiously bombarded the keyboard on his laptop, looked up. "Hi," he said and gave Alan a wide smile. "I've missed you."
Alan chuckled. "Don't worry about dinner tonight, Aspen will take care of it," he said, instead of returning Spencer's warm greeting with equally warm words. Aspen had put him in a bad mood - he could tell - and Spencer would suffer for it.
"I am?" Aspen asked softly, and Alan turned to him and nodded before he leaned in and whispered. "First punishment."
Aspen sucked in a breath and turned to Spencer, who gave him a look that seemed to say 'good luck' - Aspen would need that.
"There's some green asparagus in the fridge that we need to eat," Spencer mumbled, and Aspen nodded.
"I can do something with that. How was class today?" he asked, trying to make an effort in building a good relationship with Spencer - who beamed at him.
"It was great!" he exclaimed, and then angled his laptop so Aspen could see what he was working on. It was a photo of a young woman in a tutu, trying to tie her pointe shoes.
"That's the friend I mentioned this morning. She's a dancer."
Aspen could hear the love Spencer had for the woman in the photo in the way he spoke about her.
"It's a beautiful photo," he complimented. "You're talented."
"Thanks!"
"Enough chit-chat," Alan cut in, "Aspen has dinner to take care of."
"Right," Aspen sucked in a breath through his teeth and bent down to unlace his shoes. "Dinner."
"I'll be in my office," Alan said sharply. "Call me when it's time to eat. And Spencer-"
"Yes?"
"Let Aspen do it."
"Yes, Sir. I'll stay right here."
"Good boy," Alan praised, ruffled Spencer's hair, and then disappeared in his office.
"What did you do?" Spencer whispered.
"I-" Alan hesitated as he went over to the sink to wash his hands. "I yelled at my secretary and Alan heard it."
"Ouch," Spencer said, "I hope your ass will survive that one."
"Hey!" Aspen protested, but he knew Spencer was right.
He opened the fridge, took the asparagus out, and stared at the bundle in his hands.
"Pasta is in the cabinet, so is rice. Risotto is a safe choice if you want to save your ass."
"You're not supposed to be helping me."
"And you don't know your way around my kitchen."
"You think he's very mad at me?"
Spencer sighed. "Yes. He hates when people are impolite, and-" he broke off. "He caught you in the act."
Alan opened cupboard after cupboard until he had gathered all the ingredients he needed. "I am not particularly happy about what happened, either."
"The fact that nothing would have happened if Alan hadn't offered you a job must be-"
"I still haven't really wrapped my head around it," Aspen finished the sentence. "And now I'm standing here, cooking risotto for my friend because he caught me having what he calls 'an emotional outburst' in public."
"Must be nice."

"I want you to shave," Alan held out a disposable razor that he had retrieved from a drawer in the bathroom, "before we get on with your punishment."
"Why?"
"Because-" Alan reached into his pocket and pulled out a small crinkly plastic bag. Inside was something circular with a hole in the middle. "This is going on your dick, and I'd rather not have any hair get in the way; that's very unpleasant."
Aspen looked from the razor to the small bag and Alan's face. "Fine," he conceded and snatched the razor from Alan's hand before he dropped the towel and stepped into the shower. Alan demonstratively leaned against the sink, not bothering to hide the fact that he was obviously amused by what Aspen was going through.
"Will it hurt?" Aspen asked, his voice muffled by the stream of water. "The ... thingy, I mean."
"It's called a cockring, and no, it won't hurt. But I'll make other things hurt, I promised you that."
"Like what?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
Aspen had nothing to say to that - obviously Alan wanted to tease him by telling him absolutely nothing.
He rinsed himself off one last time and then quickly dried off, moving to tie the towel around his waist.
"Leave it."
"Huh?"
"Leave the towel," Alan repeated, curling a finger at him. "Come along, now."
Aspen followed Alan out of the bathroom, back to the playroom, and inside - noting on the way how the light in the kitchen and the bedroom were off.
"Spencer is cashing in a reward, and he's spending the night with the woman on the photo he showed you earlier."
"He doesn't usually-?" Aspen started, and he saw from the corner of his eye how Alan shook his head. "No, but Juniper is a nice girl, and I trust her not to corrupt my poor Spencer. She's known him - and me - long enough to know not to cross me."
"Does she know that-?"
"No, Spencer hasn't told her that he went to rehab, but she knows I'm very protective of him. And yes, she knows what kind of relationship we have."
He turned around, looked Aspen up and down, and smiled. "Enough of that. Time for your punishment."
Again, he beckoned Aspen closer, and when Aspen - once again - was close enough that their chests were practically touching, Alan held the bag out to Aspen.
"Safeword me."
"Green."
There was a smirk on Alan's face as he opened the bag and shook the silicone ring onto Aspen's hand. "I think we'll have fun with this," he said lazily, reaching for the back pocket of his jeans and retrieving a small bottle of lube.
He popped the cap, squeezed some on his palm, and reached for Aspen's penis, all the while holding eye contact. "Wouldn't you agree?"
Aspen looked right back at him, trying to keep the moans from escaping his lips.
He knew that feeling wouldn't last.