(DISCONTINUED) LAFLAMS: FROM the_one_golden_sun

DIRTY THIRTY (pt 6)

“Hmmmm,” Laf considered, running the backs of his fingers, his knuckles, idly over the length of John’s body. Touched whatever he could reach, but soft. Almost sweet. “I am thinking that you may be permitted to come--” He was cut off by the sound of relief John made. “But I think that it is important you recognize the power of your choices. I will be happy to allow you to come, cherie. But, you have made several errors this evening, and for that you must be punished.” John swallowed back actual tears. “So, here is what I propose. You can either go to bed now, no punishment, no orgasm. Or, you can accept your punishment like a good boy, and after, I promise, you will be given permission to come.”

There was some shifting, as much as John could manage given his particularly confining position. “Yes! Fine! Option two! Just, goddamn it, please, I need to come.”

“Of course mon cher. And you shall. We just need to discuss your punishment. Alexander, if you please?” He switched to French. “I’m going to ask you to, perhaps, work him up a little while he is over my knee? Also, grab the nice wrist cuffs.”

Alex nodded, went rummaging through the bag while Lafayette undid the restraints and the spreader bar. For what seemed like the tenth time that evening he go to witness John curl and stretch, reacclimate himself to his body. Had to tsk and swat away John’s hand as he tried to touch himself, only half remembering his bound dick. Poor thing was desperate, and despite having already come twice, and hard this evening, his own dick stirred at the thought. At the thought of John Laurens, ready and willing to do anything, sir just to be able to climax. What a wonderful thought.

But, he needed to focus, stay in control. He pulled on his long discarded boxer briefs, stretched, and went to one of the chairs in the little sitting area. John watched him, eyes glinting, from the bed. Alex joined Laf, perched on the arm of the chair, the pair of leather cuffs John had worn earlier dangling in one hand.

“Little one? Cherie? Come here now, if you are still sure you are ready for your punishment.” Lafayette gestured to his lap. John obeyed, pulled like a magnet. Lay face down across Laf, shuddered when his neglected, caged dick brushed against a thigh.

A big hand splayed across the small of his back possessively. Alex cuffed his wrists, let them dangle in front of him and off the chair. As soon as he was done binding John, Alex dropped to his knees behind him, began delivering soft nips and kisses to the backs of his thighs. This went on for several minutes, Alex’s mouth on the backs of his thighs, Laf’s hand on his back and ass, everyone being tender and sweet. The moan that tore from John’s lips was filthy. If this was the punishment, then clearly he chose correctly.

One of Alex’s slender fingers, wet with lube, slid into him. John hissed the intrusion, his asshole sore. The finger just sat in him, still, while he continued to lavish attention on John with his lips and teeth.

“Mon cher? We are going to start, yes? I need you to explain, out loud, every single one of your transgressions.” He gave a pointed squeeze to one of John’s ass cheeks. John bucked at the contact, but Laf stilled him with a warning hand. “I need you to tell me why you are being punished. I need you to tell me every single misdeed since we’ve arrived at the house.”

John inhaled, attempted to ground himself. Started with what he knew. “I made you wait earlier when you asked me to sit up.”

“Good, little one. How many hits is that worth, do you think, Alexander?”

Alex lifted his face from where he was worrying a red mark behind John’s knee. “We agreed on five, I believe?”

“Correct. Cherie, what else?”

“I--I talked back when you guys came in the room after you ate your ice cream. And I tackled Alex, tried to f-finger him. Humped his leg.”

“So we are at twenty. Anything else?”