What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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Juan quickly found the wooden spoon Tig had requested, it looked more intimidating than he'd pictured in his mind. His pulse increased a little more the closer to the other room he got. He swallowed nervously as he lingered in the doorway to the living room, his mind was racing with everything Tig had told him.

He slowly let his eyes scan the room settling on Tig. He was sitting in his recliner now, watching him back. Juan took a minute to collect himself, Tig gave him his time. This was their first scene together, Tig didn't want to rush him, it was important that Juan understood he had control over the situation.

He took a deep breath and started his walk across the room. It was only a few steps to where Tig sat but it seemed like a mile. Tig sat relaxed, his hands clasped together resting on his lap. He could see the tension in Juan's body as he walked across the floor.

Juan felt ridiculous being so nervous, he didn't know why he was so worked up. He stood in front of Tig nervously fidgeting for a moment. Tig let him go through the motions, giving him time to think and adjust.
"Breathe Juan." He spoke softly. Juan swallowed and nodded taking a deep breath.
He slowly sank to his knees to kneel in front of the other man. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands since he was holding the spoon, he just held it up for him. He kept his gaze on the floor, he was too nervous and embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

Tig gently reached out resting his hand on the side of Juan's head. He could feel the shudders that were rippling through the boy. He decided to take pity on him stopping the build up, he didn't want his anxiety to have him back out now.

"Juan?"
He took the spoon from his hand, watching Juan's responses. The boy relaxed significantly just from not having control over the instrument any more.

"This is what's going to happen. You're going to stand up and pull your pants and underwear down. Just as much as you're comfortable with. I can take care of the rest need be. Once you're adjusted you'll place your palms flat on the end table."

Juan nodded slightly, his eyes darted around the room finding the table. It wasn't low to the ground but in order to put his hands flat on it, he'd be bent slightly at the waist. He knew that was the point, so his backside would be prominently displayed. He did feel more comfortable knowing that he wouldn't be laying over Tigs lap, he would only lay over Daddy's lap. Unless of course daddy decided otherwise, but for now that was an intimacy he preferred to save.

"I'm not going to be harsh, but strict. I understand why you've made the decisions you made, and I forgive you for them. I am taking the responsibility of the situation away from you and putting it on myself Juan. Do you understand?"

Juan already felt like he was going to cry and nothing had happened yet. He did know deep inside that Tig wouldn't have punished him at all for running away because of the situation but he needed it. The fact that Tig knew what he needed and was willingly giving it to him made everything in the world seem almost okay again. He still wasn't Daddy but he was trying, his efforts were not lost on Juan.

"Yes sir." He whispered. The longer it took the more his thoughts raced inside his head. His cock betrayed him as it usually did, and he'd been aroused since he first knelt on the floor. He knew there was no chance he wouldn't end up with a full erection, a dull ache in his groin and a stinging ass by the end of this ordeal. Internally he accepted it as part of his punishment. He was nervous about what Tig would think or do about it though. They wouldn't share any sexual experiences together, would Tig be uncomfortable with his lack of bodily control? Would he tease him about it? The embarrassment of it would be worse than the spanking.

"I'm only going to give you twenty. I think you've punished yourself plenty otherwise." Tig tapped the side of his own head, gesturing that he knew Juan was mentally beating himself up about the entire situation.
"Go ahead and stand up, get into position." Tig stood from his chair as well. Juan swallowed hard, slowly pulling himself up from the floor.