Dating Darkiplier

Part 11

Sean had never felt anything like it. The spray of lube was just powerful enough that he felt it in all the right places. There was something weird about the lube too, because it made his insides tingle and feel strangely warm. Dark pulled the snob plastic nozzle from his ass, spreading his ass cheeks wider to look at what he'd done. Sean blushed a brighter red, burying his face in his arm as he muffled out. "What are you looking at?" Dark sighed lightly with disappointment, giving his ass a short smack. Sean yelped, curling his legs back in response. Dark placed a firm hand on his hip, only partly leaning over him to seriously command. "Stay just like this. Don't move." Sean lifted his head from his arm, watching Dark climb to his feet and head back into the room. He didn't know what Dark would do to him if he moved... but he was worried what he still might do to him if he stayed. 

Feeling uncomfortable, he shifted back onto his back. The chains on his body rattling softly as he moved. Sean bit his lip. It was like wearing a full body cat bell. Every move he made caused the chains to shift or clink together. Sean hoped that Dark was too distracted to hear them, but the room was so quiet. Dark soon appeared in the doorway, holding things in his hand and giving him a hard stare. Sean swallowed, bending his legs to semi-protect himself as he stammered out. "I... It was... It's more comfortable like this. Besides, I haven't left the bed!" Dark strolled over in just a few long strides, tossing the items he'd grabbed onto the bed to free up one hand. With it, Dark grabbed the chain between Sean's ankles, lifting it up until Sean's knees where pressed back against his chest. A deep throaty growl left Dark as he sourly told him. "I told you not to move... Now you've leaked all over the sheets. Son of a-"

Frustrated, Dark smacked his ass harder and Sean screamed. The sound scared him more than the hit had actually hurt. He hadn't been struck like that since he was kid. Dark shoved his legs away to roll him over again. Grabbing his thigh to lift him back into the position he had him in before. Sean's leg flexed from the burn that seemed to travel down from his ass cheek. With his pale skin, he was sure that Dark had left a hand print on him with that one. Dark held his hip in a firm grip to keep him still, bringing the snob nozzle back to his ass for another round. Sean bit his lip and buried his face in his arm trying to keep his moans under control. After he pulled it free, Dark tossed the lube syringe to the floor and reached for something on the bed. Sean peeked reluctantly and clenched his jaw in response to it. It was a bar gag... but there were clamps hanging from it.

Dark leaned over him, bringing the bar gag to his mouth as he purred out. "Open wide for me, Jack." Sean shook his head, burying his head back against his arm. Dark looped a finger through his collars ring, forcing his head away from his arm as he informed him in a dark voice. "You're going to want it, Jack. I'd hate for you to bite your tongue." Sean's blood turned to ice in his veins as he glanced up into Dark's unfeeling eyes. Why would he say something like that? Dark brought the gag back to his lips, but Sean refused to open his mouth. He just stared in Dark's eyes trying to see any humanity in his eyes. Dark's eyes were soulless. Dark shook his head, setting down the gag as he asked him softly. "You think you don't need it? Prove it to me." Dark's fingers touched Sean's lower lip tenderly. Sliding across the soft skin, then easing their way into his mouth.

Sean's winced at the taste of Dark's fingers. His tongue tried to force his two fingers out, but Dark's fingers pinned his tongue down. Dark's voice violated his ear, warning him casually. "Stop it. The more you want me out, the longer I'll stay in." Dark's middle finger stroked his tongue like a pet. Sean tried to unpin his tongue from Dark's index finger and when he couldn't... He bite down on his fingers hard. Dark's eyes closed for a few seconds. Otherwise, he didn't even flinch. Sean opened his mouth to release Dark's fingers as he removed them. Dark looked over the bite marks on his fingers, then glared down at him. Sean clenched his mouth shut, feeling uneasy. Dark flexed his fingers, then cracked his neck as he turned away. Sean thought about trying to apologize. When Dark reached for the bar gag, informing him in a dry voice. "Sean... You ever heard the old saying; 'You don't bite the hand that feeds you?"