When Will You Learn That You're Actions Have Consequences? Pt. II

Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of your actions.

He watches Chris prance across the stage, watches him purposefully shake his ass every time he passes the spot where Kuza's tied up. It was Michael Vampire's brilliant idea for him to be restrained, with duct tape across his mouth, hands tied behind his back, with a sign that reads "Hellbound" around his neck. Kuza hadn't realized at the time how his Sub would take advantage of the opportunity, or just how brazen and bold his taunting would become in the face of his audience. But it should've been expected, Chris is nothing if not a showman, and right now he's showing off too much. He's flaunting without Kuza's express permission, something he will be punished for once his Dom has been released from their binds, and swiftly too. He's done this before and got the same result, however this is the first time Kuza's been tied up during it. Maybe the consequences need to be a little more intense. *Ooh, boy! When I get my hands on you, Christopher!* He's practically salivating behind the duct tape at the thought of how crimson that lily-white ass is going to be when he's through.

The voyeur in him, however, is enjoying the sight of Chris' behind swaying in time with the music. *That ass is MINE!* Kuza begins to plot the punishment as his eyes follow the tall, lithe form of Christopher Cerulli. He had packed everything that could be taken on tour and now he's just impatient for the show to be over, so he can reassert who's boss. *Maybe nipple clamps, maybe the paddle, maybe a cock ring, what about a flogger? Definitely a ball gag cause Chris gets loud pretty easily. Let's take it a step further with tying him to the bed and setting a vibrator to his balls. I might even let him cum if he takes his punishment like a good boy.* Kuza mentally runs through the options as he stares with his eyes glued to Chris' visage. On the next pass, Chris makes eye contact, looks him from head to toe, grins wickedly when he notices the fire in Kuza's eyes and the tent in his jeans. Oh yeah, he's doing this on purpose. But behind that lascivious smirk, there's a need, a hunger, that Kuza can spot from a mile away.

Chris gets a thrill from salaciously strutting his stuff across the stage, knowing the consequences that will soon come. He knows he's torturing his Daddy by showing off, but to be honest it makes him horny, especially when he sees the effect of it in the form of a bulge tenting Kuza's trousers. He's so turned on by the phantom feeling of Kuza's cock in his ass or his mouth, that it's a wonder he doesn't stumble through the lyrics to the song he's currently singing. Just like Kuza, he can't wait until the show's over, he can't wait to take his punishment like a good little Sub, and show his Daddy how contrite he is for his behavior on stage. He makes eye contact a second time, turns his back to Kuza, and stands there, swinging his hips while he sings the words to Hatefuck, desiring to rile up his Dom further. After what feels like an eternity for both of them, Chris sings the last word, thanks the audience, and flounces offstage, not even hiding his almost noticeable boner. Kuza struggles to his feet and stalks after him.

Backstage, a roadie helps unbind Kuza's hands and removes the sign from his neck. Once let go, he rips off the duct tape covering his mouth, the ensuing pain doing little to distract him from the urge to barge into Chris' dressing room and take him immediately. *There's time enough for that later.* Instead he stalks to the bus, trudging to an empty bunk far away from Chris', lays down, and ruminates on the order in which he will administer the discipline that his beloved Sub sorely needs. Usually he's an angel, he only acts out like this when he really needs his Daddy to take control and rein him in. His train of thought is derailed as the sound of his name echoes throughout the bus from a single source, the very lips he would like to bruise with kisses as well as wrap around his cock, the same lips that will be begging Kuza for sweet release before the night is over. "Kuza? Where are you?" *So it's Kuza, is it? Not Daddy? Is that how we're going to play this, Christopher?* Kuza stays silent as the voice gets closer, and closer still, before the curtain is pulled back on the bunk he's currently occupying. "Why didn't you answer?" Kuza avoids eye contact as well as staying silent, depriving his sub of the connection he's looking for. "Kuza..."