When will you learn that your actions have consequences?

Facing the music

"Well, fuck. Now I have no choice but to go into the room," he despairs. After grabbing his bag and walking in the door, he makes his way to the front desk, "I'm here with Motionless In White, my name's Mike Kuza. I'm not sure if Chris has my room key or..." "Of course, sir, your room number is 570, here's your key," the concierge politely informs. "Thanks," he mumbles as he walks toward the elevators.

In the elevator, while the sweet sweet Muzak plays, Kuza's stomach flutters as his body is infused with nervous energy. "Calm down, dude. Jesus stuffed christ pizza, it's just Chris, not a serial killer." He breathes in deep and exhales as the elevator dings signaling that's he's finally reached the 5th floor. The doors open and he hesitates for a split second and then walks out. He stands there long enough for the doors to close as he tries to psych himself up to go face the music. He thinks back to what Chris said on the bus. "What the fuck did he mean, give me something to complain about?"

He drags his feet slowly toward his destination, counting the room numbers until he's standing in front of room 570. "Ain't nothing to it but to do it," he murmurs to himself as he flexes both hands. He takes one last deep breath, exhaling as he slides his key in the slot and turns the doorknob. He doesn't see Chris in the immediate vicinity. "Maybe I've come to the wrong room. Except that my key worked." Just as that thought completes, he hears water shut off in the bathroom.

Chris exits the bathroom with a towel cinched around his waist and another draped around his neck, using one end to scrub his hair dry. "Oh so you're not sleeping on the bus, then," Chris asks like the answer wasn't obvious. "The bus was locked," Kuza says. "Oh, sorry about that. It's just a habit for me to lock it immediately after I'm finished driving it. I'll give you the keys if you really want to sleep on the bus?" Chris holds the keys out toward his would-be roommate.

"It's fine, I'm already here and checked in and all that shit. Not to mention the bed looks really comfortable." Kuza declines the keys with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Also, I want to apologize for what I said on the bus," he discloses. Chris moves towards his bag and removes a tie, a blindfold, a flogger and a ball gag.

"What are you doing, Chris?" "I'm getting ready for your punishment is what I'm doing. Your apology is all well and good but you must be punished for your insolence and your back talk. We can do this the easy way or the hard way Now are you going to get on the bed willingly like a good little boy or am I going to have do it for you? I warn you now your punishment will be worse if I have to do it for you," Chris states.

"If I go willingly, what are you going to do to me," Kuza questions. "That's for me to know and you to find out. You have two choices that I have laid out for you. You're getting punished either way. Make your choice," Chris answers. Kuza slowly walks toward the bed. "Good choice. Now strip," Chris demands. With trembling fingers, he pulls his shirt up and over his head, then slowly removes his belt, unbuttoning the jeans and unzipping the fly. He sits on the bed to remove his platform boots, then stands to push his pants and underwear to his ankles and steps out of them.

"Now, on the bed." Kuza is slow to comply and hesitates. "Kuza, on the bed. Now," Chris commands. "On your stomach, hands above your head and stay that way. Don't make me tell you again, you won't enjoy the consequences." Kuza audibly swallows. "Okay." He rushes to do as he's told, fearful of the repercussions if he continues to disobey. Chris grabs the tie and straddles Kuza's ass to bind his hands to the headboard. "Whatever you do, do not move." Kuza whimpers. Chris grabs the blindfold and slips it over his eyes, leaving him in the dark. "We're going to start with 10, every time you squirm the count will increase by 5 so for your sake, you'd better stay perfectly still. Now count," Chris dictates.

*smack*
"O-one!"
*smack, smack*
One one each asscheek.
"Two, th-three!"
7 spanks later there's a delicious heat swimming through Kuza's body from the decadent pain.

"Mmm, baby. I'm proud of you. You didn't move. You're doing so good. Now open up," Chris says while pressing the ball gag to Kuza's lips. He opens his mouth and Chris fastens it to his head. "I'm going to flog you 5 times. You don't have to count for these. I don't want to hear your voice at all. You will not move. You know the consequences."

As Chris finishes the end of his sentence, he brings the flogger down hard and Kuza jolts, breathing hard. Two more and the pain has turned to arousal and he realizes that he's hard. "Please don't let Chris notice," he screams in his mind. The last two fly and he jolts again, grinding his hard on into the sheets.
"Well, would you look at that?"
With a flush of embarrassment, Kuza discovers that he's been found out. A stray thought goes through his mind "it's like the universe hates me."

"My my my, is baby horny," Chris inquires.
All Kuza can do is whine in despair, a crimson blush extending from the tips of his ears to his neck. He's panting for breath, rolling his hips to achieve some kind of relief. "Ohhhh honey," Chris murmurs as he unstraps the gag and removes the blindfold.

Tears streak down Kuza's face. "Please," he begs.
Chris flips him to his back, refastening the bindings on his hands so they're not twisted and so Kuza's more comfortable.
"You took you punishment well so I think you get a little reward. I'll make you cum," Chris whispers as he grasps the cock of his pretty plaything. Slow strokes speed up and Kuza sobs. "I'm close," he pleads. "Ask me to cum." "Daddy, may I please cum?" At the word daddy, Chris dives onto that dick, gagging himself harshly. Kuza cums, his vision whites out, and he rides the wave of ecstasy. When he comes back to himself, he's been untied and cuddled up in Chris' arms. He buries his face into the crook of Chris' neck. Chris cards his fingers through his baby's hair soothingly.