Honestly Im Not Even Sure What To Call This But Its Almost Pure Smut. Almost.

Oh Hey Look Its Part Two Of This Shit Fest How Fun

  By the time the pair had arrived home, it was almost 11 pm. Ricky was a panting mess by now, his arms and wrists were starting to hurt. When Chris parked the car, he turned it off and turned towards the Little.

  There was still cum on his face, which had dried by now, and he was breathing heavily. His top was wrinkled, his skirt pushed up, and his makeup was smeared over his cheeks.

  After glancing over Ricky for a few moments, the taller of the two had gotten out and made his way over to the passenger side of the vehicle. He had opened the door and helped the shorter out, making sure to lock the car behind them.

  Chris kneeled down, undoing the rope that secured Ricky's knees together, making it easier for him to walk. After the ropes were off, he quickly resituated Ricky's panties and pulled his skirt back down.

"You're going to keep being a good boy for daddy, aren't you Love?" Chris asked, a little too sweetly, to which Ricky nodded. A soft blush had painted his cheeks at the praise. That's all he ever wanted to be for his Daddy, but he was just so starved of attention.

Chris ran his hand through his sub's hair before tangling his fingers in it, dragging him into their house, causing him to whimper. Once inside, Chris led Ricky into their 'play room', which was really just the basement filled with various toys and other items.

He had placed Ricky in the middle of the room, forcing him onto his knees. Chris then removed the gag and blindfold, the lights temporarily blinding the poor troublemaker.

Ricky kept his gaze at the floor as Chris stood in front of him, before his head was tipped back. Chris' face was kept emotionless, his eyes cold. They made Ricky want to curl up and hide but he was going to take the rest of his punishment like a good boy and, hopefully, make his Daddy happy with him again.

"You're going to take the rest of your spanking from the cane, but before then, you're going to suck me off. If you do a decent enough job, I'll consider going easy on you." Ricky's eyes widened at the mention of the cane, as it was his least favorite item. He loved pain, but not the stinging kind a cane produced.

Ricky stuttered out a 'yes sir' and opened his mouth as Chris pulled himself from his jeans. He took his dom into his mouth, starting to suck softly. Ricky grinned when he heard Chris groan quietly, using it as motive to move faster.

  Ricky quickly bobbed his head, humming when Chris tangled his hands in his inky black hair. Chris then stilled his sub's movements, instead opting to forcibly face fuck him.

  After a few moments, Chris forced himself down Ricky's throat, holding him there. He stayed like that until Ricky started to gag around him from the lack of air, even then he waited a few seconds longer before pulling out. Chris watched as Ricky gasped for air.

  Once Ricky regained his breath, he was moved to a table before roughly being bent over it. The collar around his neck was attached to a chain coming from the top of the table, making sure he couldn't change positions.

Ricky watched as Chris walked around the room, choosing between the multiple canes that they had. Ricky hated canings, whereas Chris loved them. Well, doling then out anyways. But Chris only gave canings for the worst of offenses.

After picking out an acceptable tool, Chris stalked back over to his Little, a smirk etched into his face. Ricky had to fight back tears at what he knew was about to take place. Chris could see the fear in his eyes, which only fueled him more.

Sure, Chris didn't like to see his love in pain, but when it came to punishments, Chris got off on it. He loved to hear Ricky's screams. He also loved being able to take care of him, too.