Dream SMP smut

A Royal Maid's Pet ~Mr Sam pt 2

Since Sam's rut, he and Ponk had been inseparable. It was rare to see one without the other, and if they were apart, they were counting the seconds until they could see each other again. No matter what they were doing, they would try to do it together, even if that meant Sam followed Ponk to do their daily work, or Ponk followed Sam to the gym, admiring as the older worked out. They never wanted to be apart.

Sam was currently trying his hardest to think of anything other than the running water of the shower that Ponk was in, without him, alone. The creeper was laid on his bed, attempting to watch a movie, but more trying to manifest Ponk leaving the shower and coming to give him attention. Yet they seemed to be teasing, taking a purposefully long shower. Then it clicked in Sam's head. This was a tease, he had misbehaved the other day. He had recently begun submitting to his lover, and had been given rules to follow. He had disobeyed one of the rules, so Ponk was trying to punish him for it. He crossed his arms and huffed, staring at the door and hoped Ponk would be out soon. He had come up with a plan to brat more for being left alone so long, and he wanted to put it into action. He began thinking of the ways he would be punished for it, thinking of some of his favourites, like the time Ponk had spanked him with a belt and made him count every hit, restarting every time Sam forgot to count one, ending in Sam's ass being red and painful after. Or the time Ponk had made him wear a buttplug the whole day when he had to go away with his parents, the humiliation of having to sit down and feel the toy moving slightly inside him, brushing against his prostate. Just thinking of the punishments was making his dick harden, his hand shooting down to try and quickly deal with his problem.

But in the heat of the moment, Sam hadn't realised the shower turned off, and the door had opened. It wasn't what Ponk was expecting to see, Sam's hand inside his trousers, head leaned back and mouth opened in a quiet moan. They leaned against the door frame, waiting for Sam to notice them, his gasps and pants filling the room. But Sam said something that really surprised Ponk, his eyes rolling back and body shaking slightly, "Fuck master, please, want to be spanked. Been such a bad boy."

It was so quiet Ponk almost didn't hear it, and they pretended not to, closing the bathroom door and eyes on the wardrobe. Upon hearing the door close, Sam's hand pulled hastily away from his cock, his head moving to look at Ponk, his dick hardening more at the sight. Their body seemed to shine, the last of the water running over their body in small tracks. Sam could do nothing but hope that Ponk hadn't seen anything and he could get away with touching himself without permission, and they seemed to not have noticed. In a desperate attempt to hide what he had just been doing, Sam shifted so the obvious bulge in his trousers was hidden, and he focused his eyes on his laptop, trying to hide the flustered look on his face. A sudden shift in the mattress took Sam's attention, looking over to see Ponk sat next to him with one of his hoodies on and a pair of shorts. They smiled and moved closer to Sam, resting their head on his shoulder and kissing his cheek. Sam smiled and leaned into them, a small smile on his face as he returned the kiss.

"What are you watching darling?" Ponk asked, hiding the obvious smirk by biting down lightly on Sam's shoulder. The creeper shuddered slightly, the pleasurable feeling shooting down to his aching dick. A whimper held in his throat, Ponk planting a soft kiss next to where they had bitten. For some reason this felt more sexual than usual. This wasn't different to the smaller person's usual behaviour, so why did it feel so different? Sam blamed it on how horny he was, and the fact he was unable to resolve his problem at that moment. His erection painfully pressed against his trousers, his hand held over it forcing a sensitivity over him. Small whimpers held back in his throat whilst Ponk once again began trailing small kisses over his shoulder.

Sam attempted to respond, rather just whimpering and stuttering, making the younger smirk. They moved to be straddling Sam's lap, pushing him down onto his back and laying on him, their hips either side of Sam's waist and head pressed into his chest. His arms immediately moved to be around Ponk, his hands resting on their thighs and massaging the soft skin. Ponk smiled, yet began gently grinding on Sam, both of them letting out small whimpers as Ponk continued. A small bite on the creeper's shoulder drew a sharp gasp, a quiet moan following. The noise made Ponk smirk, their hands exploring more as they sat up, innocently grinding back against his painful erection and drawing another pathetic whimper from the prince. The power that Ponk had over someone as high up as Sam was something Ponk adored, being a simple maid and being able to control a prince of one of the most respected royal families was a huge turn on. The younger began getting lost in their thoughts, giving Sam the perfect opportunity to brat, his hands sliding up to the collar that sat around his neck, quickly undoing the clasp and placing the chain around Ponk's neck, the clasp fastening quickly. He tugged at the metal loop, the chain tightening around their neck, pulling them from their thoughts with a soft moan. Their eyes widened, a growl emitting from their throat once they collected their thoughts. Ponk glared down at Sam, whose eyes widened in the fear of knowing he had pissed off his Dom by collaring them and taking off his collar. The rules Ponk had strictly put in place for Sam. A small and nervous laugh came from the creeper, yet Ponk's anger seemed to quickly die down. Before Sam could let out any noise, the smaller moved away, their eyes deep with a burning lust that could easily be seen by anyone.