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Steve was so very tired.
He’d cleaned and mopped and swept every corner of the bakery. Which wasn’t that big of a deal, given how tiny it was. But his thighs and ass were sore from the many bruises he’d asked Eddie to leave on it just two days ago and yeah, Steve was kind of being a huge baby about it. Sue him.
He couldn’t help himself.
The sting was both obnoxious and….yeah, it was nice too. He did actually enjoy it. But the day had been busy and he’d been working on a massive birthday order of dozens of mini cakes and-
Bad day.
The teenager that came in to pick her mom’s birthday cake up was just the cherry on top for Steve. The absolute gem of his day.
Because it wasn’t even a big deal. She wasn’t the first one.
She’s just called him Sir.
And that was fine. More than fine. Steve knew he was older, whatever. But it hadn’t ended there. In what she had probably thought was a compliment, she had turned to him and said, “You remind me so much of my dad.”
Steve did not like that.
This girl was like…19? Was her dad young? Was he old? Did that make Steve old?
He could not have another crisis. He’d already had so many in the last few years. He didn’t have space for another one, my god.
“Do you think I’m getting old?” Steve asked as Eddie rubbed that one sore spot in Steve’s left foot arch. “Like. Am I actually getting old? Because this girl said I reminded her of her dad at work today and then I found several gray hairs as I was looking in the bathroom mirror-“
“Preening?” Eddie giggled, pleased with himself.
“I was just looking at my- it’s whatever,” Steve sighed heavily. Not at all dramatic. “I’m over thinking it. I think. I am, yeah?”
“I’m shocked you’re so worried,” Eddie admitted, smiling softly as one hand slid smoothly up Steve’s leg. “Thought you’d be embracing the silver fox thing.”
Steve wasn’t going to roll his eyes. His ass was far too sore for another spanking tonight. He wouldn’t put it past Eddie.
“Take that back,” Steve pouted, nudging Eddie with one foot.” “Hey, I said take that-ah!”
Steve never kept track of Eddie’s hands and he really, really should. He’d managed to lean over just enough to softly cup Steve through his shorts, squeezing around the bulge he found there. And you know, embarrassingly enough, Steve was already starting to get hard.
Nice.
“What are you-“
Steve gasped as Eddie worked him over, cupping the shape of his shaft and jerking up and down in the slowest of motions.
“I dunno,” Eddie said in fake contemplation. “You feel pretty young and ready to me. Is that good enough? Do I need to tell you how unwrinkled and perfect your skin is?”
Steve couldn’t even glare this time. He really did get so dumb when Eddie teased him. Verbally and physically.
“Sh-shut up.”
“Ah-ah,” Eddie admonished, fingers trying their best to get into the waistband of Steve’s pants. “Help me out here, old man. Let me touch that dick.”
Steve wrinkled his nose but complied. As if Eddie being stupid was going to make him miss out on a handjob.
Only-
Okay, the old man comment was something.
Something not great.
Steve’s stomach twisted as Eddie got a dry hand around his cock and-
“Oh,” Steve breathed out, frowning on confusion has Eddie tried to jerk him off and- oh no. Yep. There it was, his dick slowly falling like the leaning tower of Pisa. All of a sudden, Steve was soft. No longer hard. Not even at half mast, holy fuck. “Oh no. No no no no-“
“Hey, it’s all good,” Eddie said, perhaps predicting that Steve was about to freak out. “Was it the old man thing? It was the old man thing, wasn’t it?”
Steve squeezed his eyes shut and willed his dick to get hard again.
“Please stop saying that with my dick in your hand.”
“Right,” Eddie agreed. Steve could practically hear his wince. “Uh, buddy. I don’t- I don’t think-“
Because Eddie really was trying and Steve’s cock was not getting the memo.
“Oh my god,” Steve groaned in a bit sexy way, reaching up to cover his red face with both hands. “I have erectile dysfunction. I have gray hair and erectile dysfunction and some kid thinks I look like her dad, oh my god.”
“Maybe don’t mention that while I’m-“ Eddie cleared his throat loudly, pulling his hand away and proceeding to tuck Steve back into his shorts. “It really is okay.”
“You don’t have this problem,” Steve said, trying his best to not be snippy. Eddie didn’t deserve that, he was just trying to help. Steve was the one freaking out. “I’m like, defective.”
“Definitely not,” Eddie laughed. “Maybe you just got turned off, yeah? U won’t ever say it again and-“
“But I’ll get old someday anyway. Are you just gonna avoid mentioning it forever?
“If that makes you happy,” Eddie shrugged, reaching to tug Steve’s hands away from his face. “Look, we can reframe it. We’ve done that before and it worked. Why don’t we try to reframe it for you?”
How?
Steve was familiar with this brand of Eddie helping. He didn’t mind it, not at all. He just wasn’t sure how-
And then Eddie’s hand was back, gripping Steve’s soft cock and pulling a groan from his chest.
“You’re not old, yeah? So you should be able to go all night. All day, even. But maybe you need a little help,” Oh god, he knew where this was going. “Maybe I’ll get you to take one of my little blue pills and we’ll….prove that you have no performance issues. We can set a number and see if you meet it.”
Gulp.
“And if I don’t?”
“Hmm,” Eddie hummed like Steve wasn’t pushing his hips up against Eddie’s palm. “Then I lock your sad little cock away for a whole week. You don’t get to use it and you get to suffer. How’s that sound?”
Jesus fuck.
“Sounds- sounds good,” Steve whined, biting his lip. He was ready, he was- but then Eddie pulled his hand away rather abruptly. “W-what?”
“Not right now,” Eddie laughed like the concept was audacious. “We’ve got a whole day planned for New Years, don’t we?”
But- but that would be mostly at the club and Steve hd never-
“You don’t want everyone to see how good you are? You don’t want them to watch you sob while you cum?”
Again. Jesus fucking Christ.
“How many times?” Steve asked apprehensively.
“At least twenty,” Eddie smiled, all evil and excited. Steve felt his stomach twist but he couldn’t deny it, he liked the idea. God, what was wrong with him? “But that shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
Right.
Shouldn’t be a problem at all.
—
Steve loved the concept of spending New Years at the club. They’d never done so before, mostly due to their friend group having prior plans every year. But Robin would be out of town and Steve knew they’d just be spending it at home otherwise, so. He loved the idea.
But he also knew that it meant putting himself into a certain mindset and he knew that leading up to New Years, he’d have to get himself there.
Or, well.
Eddie would have to get him there.
It was complicated with so many work orders coming in and Christmas having just ended.
Steve just didn’t have the time to put himself down, so he needed Eddie’s help. Not that that was much different than usual, really. Steve was so lucky to have a partner that understood his anxiety and hangups about things.
“I think you should wear the cage,” Eddie said, casually snacking on the salad they were making. He wiggled his brows at Steve as he ate a cucumber slice, acting as if this wasn’t a sudden thing to say. Steve should really be used to it by now. “To get you good and prepped. Might make you use a plug when you get home this week too. You up for that?”
And he always let Steve have an out.
“I’d like that,” Steve gulped as Eddie hopped off his stool, clearly ready to get the goods. No shocker there, Eddie was always ready and willing. All revved up with somewhere to go. “Uh, can you grab some lube too? I don’t want it to hurt.”
To anyone else this might seem like an odd statement. To the two of them, it wasn’t at all. The cage was the sort of thing you needed a little help with. Or wanted. Because Steve had been forced into it before and that was a painful experience (again, something he’d asked for) but he wanted this build up to be soft and natural, something to ease into.
Eddie nodded and hummed his way into the other room, his noises almost comically cartoonish as he looked for an appropriate cage. They had a few, all for different sensations and experiences.
Steve liked all of them.
He was happy when Eddie brought back a nice flexible one, black and plasticky. It was easy to fit into, nothing cold or hard about it. Steve often thought of it as his comfort cage for that exact reason, though he was sure that that would seem absurd to plenty of men.
Eddie always knew what was best for him.
“Pants around the knees, please.”
Eddie was goofy too, even in dom mode.
Steve listened, hastening to unbuckle his belt and leave it hanging, tugging his jeans down just like that. So easy, so fast. So used to it by now.
“That’s my princess,” Eddie muttered, stepping close and hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder. “Gonna need a little help.”
He sat the bottle of lube and the tiny cage on the counter, kissing the side of Steve’s neck with sweet reverence.
Steve melted.
“Okay,” He breathed deep, already knowing what Eddie wanted. He wasn’t hard right now, not after his long work day. Still, it might not take long to get him there, best to work fast. He reached down and cupped his own balls, holding them gently in place as Eddie reached for the lube again. He held Steve like that, uncapping the top and powering a generous amount into one hand. “Ah-“
Steve gasped at the cold feel of Eddie’s hand gliding slick over the whole of his cock.
“Don’t get hard unless you want ice.”
Fuck.
Steve definitely didn’t want ice on his balls right now.
He willed himself to calm down, waiting for the inevitable slip of the small cage over his cock. It never took very long, they did this often enough. Steve enjoyed the lack of control he had like this, so. It was definitely high on his list these days.
And Eddie always knew exactly what Steve needed the most.
The cage was snug once Eddie finished securing it, kissing Steve on the back of his neck as a soothing gesture.
“That feel good?” Eddie asked sweetly. Steve hummed in reply, head lolling back onto Eddie’s shoulder for a moment. “That should help you for the next few days. We can put it on when you get off work and if you’re not feeling up to it, we can skip it and find something else? Yeah?”
Yeah.
“Mhm,” Steve hummed again, feeling very tired suddenly. He let Eddie pull his pants back up, patting Steve on the butt along the way. “Love you so much.”
Eddie giggled against Steve’s neck, arms wrapping around his waist to hug him tight.
“Love you too, Stevie.”
—
Eddie kept with the theme for the next few days, allowing Steve some wiggle room if he decided he wanted it.
He didn’t.
It was so nice to not think once he got home, even more so than usually did. Less so? See? Steve could barely even form sentences in his own head by the time he got home from work every day.
Eddie would rub his feet or his back. And then Steve would do some sort of task. Sometimes sexual in nature but not always. Not completely.
Like washing the dishes naked while Eddie cleaned the rest of the kitchen up.
It was the kind of dynamic that had Steve floating on clouds, his favorite collar secured firmly around his neck. He felt drifty and so sweet.
He knew Eddie would likely be a little mean during their scene together and he didn’t mind it, he never did. It was another part of what they did that Steve loved. Eddie could flip a switch in seconds and it always managed to keep Steve guessing.
He almost didn’t realize the night was there until Robin called him during his break at work, shocked that Steve was working on New Year’s Day. He insisted that it was fine, he wanted to. It kept Steve busy and he really only had pickups for the day.
By the time he got home (early) he wasn’t even very tired. In all fairness, he’d been sleeping pretty good lately too.
Eddie was waiting for him, just like they had planned.
“Do you wanna get dressed before or after you take the pill?” He asked, after allowing Steve to sit down to take his shoes off. This might have seemed quick to anyone else but Steve understood they didn’t have that long to get ready for the club. Plus, Steve hd two days off after. One to recover and one to spend with Eddie. A win-win.
“Before,” Steve said, licking his lips. “I’m all- I’m excited.”
His face felt hot as he admitted it, even if Eddie wasn’t judging him. They were far past all of that.
No need to mention that Steve sometimes liked that extra struggle of readying himself while being on the brink of horniness.
Nope.
“Alright, baby.”
See? Even Eddie wasn’t going to mention it.
—
Steve was already hard by the time he started getting ready. It was simple, everything had already been planned days in advance. And Eddie had been kind enough to lay all his things out for him.
A tight little black shirt and matching panties. Soft pants to wear over those. His collar. No cock cage.
And a plug.
That was the worst part about getting ready.
It didn’t help that eddie insisted on watching Steve insert the thing, leaned against their bedroom wall with his arms crossed and head tilted.
“That looks great, baby.”
Steve couldn’t play with himself like this, not unless…
Steve rolled over slowly, legs spreading so as to give Eddie a view. Steve gave him a once over, noting the bulge in his tight jeans. Good.
“Can I touch myself a little?” Steve asked sweetly, still naked. He’d need to get dressed fully very soon but- well, this would be a missed opportunity.
“Did you not just touch yourself?” Eddie asked with raised brows. “Ask again. Better this time.”
Steve felt heat stir in his belly.
“Can I touch my cock?” Steve asked, his hand already resting low on his belly. He was so fucking hard, it was kind of ridiculous. How was he supposed to get around like this?
“Sure,” Eddie nodded easily. Too easily. “But you better cum in two minutes or I’m getting the paddle and beating your ass before we even get to the club.”
Oh.
Oh god, yeah. That sounded good. Steve almost wanted to fuck it up on purpose.
Steve wrapped a warm hand around his cock, still wet with lube. He could do this, he knew he could. He’d done it plenty of times before. He started fast, stripping away at himself like he might actually tear the thing off. He knew it couldn’t look all that good but yeah, he couldn’t help himself. It was the only way to get there so quickly. Plus, Eddie looked pretty focused on the way Steve parted his thighs and fucked into his tight fist.
“Running out of time,” Eddie noted in a singsong voice, glancing down at his watch with a tsk. It only made Steve ache more. “You look pathetic, by the way.”
Steve felt a jolt go straight through him.
“Daddy-“
“Don’t daddy me,” Eddie said, sighing as he pushed off the wall. “Either hurry up or stop wasting my time.”
Fuck fuck, okay.
Steve could feel it in his fucking toes.
“I’m gonna-“
“Pathetic little boy,” Eddie said with a grin. “Can’t even last the full two minutes, huh?”
Steve came with a cry, his orgasm quick and wet as he spurted into his fist and fucked himself through it. It was so easy with the pill. He could just keep stroking and he knew his dick would stay hard but-
He also knew he wasn’t supposed to.
“Hands off your cock unless you want me to cane them again.”
Ouch. Okay, yeah.
Steve’s hips were still moving as he let go, his orgasm wringing out its last drops of pleasure.
Steve was shaky on the coke down but he knew Eddie wouldn’t let him have any rest. Not that Steve wanted it, honestly.
“Okay,” Eddie said, smiling like Steve hadn’t just cum on himself. “Clean your hand-“ Steve went to grab tissues settled on their bedside table but Eddie only tsked to stop him. “Nope. With your mouth.”
Steve let out a pitiful groan, his mind already fuzzy.
He did as he was asked, keeping eye contact as he licked his hand and fingers. He was used to doing this but he hadn’t expected to do it tonight.
Eddie hummed happily, stepping forward to lean down and kiss Steve on his forehead.
Time to go.
—
Steve was very much used to being shepherded into the club. Eddie tried to make the experience as comfortable and not-awkward for him as possible, especially considering Steve was usually already a little gone by the time they arrived.
They made it past the front entrance and front desk and into the area that Eddie had reserved and set up for them. It was a room just like the ones they’d used a few times before, with a slightly elevated stage area and chairs seated on the floor. Nothing crazy, nothing with too much capacity.
Steve wasn’t sure if excitement was a possibility with how mellows out he was, despite his annoyingly persistent boner. It was almost a welcome distraction as Eddie helped Steve step out of his pants and his hoodie, leaving him in the little clothing he’d been allowed to wear.
He wondered what Eddie was going to do with him, how he might drag all of this out. It didn’t help that every shift made things more intense as the plug inside him rubbed unforgivingly.
“Back to the room,” Eddie advised, smiling and kissing Steve in his naked shoulder as he turned. They’d given up on the shirt already and Steve felt horribly exposed in his panties, even with as much as they covered. He knew damn well they’d be coming off. “Arms behind your back, pretty boy.”
Steve giggled loosely as he listened, happy that Eddie always took the lead here. It wasn’t shocking or anything, given their dynamic. But still. He knew how anxious Steve could get sometimes and he just completely took it out of his hands.
Eddie had produced rope from his bag and proceeded to tie Steve’s arms up, from the elbow to the wrists. It was a relatively easy one for them, something they did pretty regularly. Steve liked how it put a mild strain on his shoulders but kept him standing up straight.
The ties were done sooner than he thought they’d be and then Eddie was walking around Steve, checking his posture. Steve only shifted a little, the plug sparking want deep inside of him.
“Good boy,” Eddie murmured, kissing Steve on the nose this time. He had more rope, Steve noticed. The softer kind. It was a little more surprising when Eddie reached down to take Steve’s cock in hand, delving into his panties, balls and all. Oh. He didn’t know that was- oh god, and now Eddie was tying around the base of his cock, loose enough that steve could still get hard. But it was mean. Even worse when he led the stray rope up to Steve’s neck and looped it through his collar.
I t wasn’t quite visible but-
It kind of was. The rope pulled at his cock and had the head peaking out of his panties.
Eddie was so mean.
“Ung,” Steve whined pitifully, giving Eddie his best puppy dog eyes. He received a laugh in return. “That’s-“
“Hush,” Eddie said before Steve could protest too much. “You don’t want a gag in that mouth, do you? I gotta make sure you’re a good pet while I touch you.”
Steve wasn’t aware that people had started to filter into the room, not until he heard muffled laughter. His cheeks heated and he squirmed on his feet. Eddie let out a chuckle and leaned in to kiss Steve. Not quite as deep as he’d like before pulling away again.
“You okay with facing everyone?”
Of course he was.
Steve had gotten so much more confident.
He almost craved the approval now.
“Yes, daddy.”
Eddie looked just as pleased as he gently helped Steve turn, facing forward as he snacked both arms around Steve. It took mere seconds for Eddie to delve one hand into Steve’s panties, cupping him and beginning a weird sort of rub/jerk off session. Steve moaned louder than he really meant to, his back arching to rub his ass against Eddie.
The people.
God, there they were. Steve could barely see them with the lights on but he could vaguely make the group out, bigger than the last time they’d been here.
And then he realized Eddie was talking to them.
“-has a whole thing about how he thinks he’s so old,” A few people laughed. “I know! Look at him, isn’t he so pretty? So, we made a bet. Well, not really a bet. I kind of just wanted to see how many times I could get him to cum in one night, just to prove a point. And I think it’s a good news years goal!”
Eddie sounded so casual that it almost felt like he was talking about a Pilates class Steve was taking in the new year.
Eddie hooked his chin over Steve’s shoulder as he jerked him off, the rope chaffing a little as he went. It was sure to leave some sort of mark.
“How many times do you think he’ll cum?”
Steve wasn’t expecting audience participation.
What ensued was an embarrassing guessing game that only made him wiggle more, ass pushing back against Eddie’s obvious boner. Steve was flushed, panting and sweating as Eddie rubbed him into his very first orgasm of the night. It happened so suddenly that Steve couldn’t even utter a warning. No, he just came into his panties, sticky and shaky as Eddie held him through it. It was intense this second time but-
But Eddie didn’t stop.
He only pulled Steve’s panties down and let his cock poke out, exposed to the room.
“Pretty boy,” Eddie muttered again, thumb pressing over the head of Steve’s cock as cum dribbled out and over his shaft. He knew that Eddie would have to do some cleaning before they left but- but they were one of the only couples who went this far at the club. They were popular now. “Look at that. You’ve all messy now. I should make you clean that up but- well, you’re kind of tied up, aren’t you? Does it hurt?”
“No,” Steve moaned, hips mindlessly fucking into the circle of Eddie’s fist. The stupid pill was doing way too much, making things far more sensitive than they’d normally be. “No, it doesn’t.”
Eddie’s free hand reached up to squeeze Steve by his throat, teeth scraping dangerously over his ear.
“Doesn’t, what? That’s not how you talk to me.”
Fuck.
“It- it doesn’t hurt, daddy.”
Steve was going to cum again, dear god. Just from Eddie making a mess of him, stroking him off with his own cum. And then Eddie pressed down and cut Steve’s air supply off. It was only for a few seconds, only enough to get the point across.
“You need to cum again?” Eddie asked roughly. “What do you need?”
Steve knew-
He really shouldn’t ask Eddie for it when he was in a mood like this.
“Hurt me,” Steve moaned, pressing further back. He just couldn’t help himself, even now. “Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me.”
Eddie laughed softly, squeezing each side of Steve’s neck again. Almost in warning.
“You guys hear that?” Eddie asked the room at large. “I think he wants to be spanked. Should I use my hand or a paddle?”
Steve couldn’t quite hear the room, not as Eddie retracted his hand and left Steve wanting. He groaned in protest, knowing it would only make Eddie go harder on him. Good. That was exactly what Steve wanted.
“Baby, they want the paddle. You poor thing.”
Uh oh.
“That’s okay,” Steve murmured, fully ready to take a beating. As if he hadn’t been planning on getting there eventually tonight. “Where- where is it gonna be?”
Eddie hummed, clearly contemplating what might make Steve the most miserable.
“The ass, obviously.”
Yeah, obviously.
Steve was more than eager as Eddie bent him over the nearby table that was always set up in this room, just sturdy and high enough to make him strain as he went chest first down against it.
Eddie kicked Steve’a legs apart and groped at his ass, pulling the panties even further down. He could eat the crowd still and his blood pumped with the knowledge that he was being watched. He was pretty sure-
“You’re smearing your cum all over the table,” Eddie tsked, just loud enough for everyone to hear. “Did I raise you to be messy?”
The question sent a bolt of want through Steve. Eddie had never phrased it that way, what the fuck? Why was Steve even hornier now?
“No, sir.”
The sir slipped out on its own, a whole different beast.
The first hit with the paddle was enough to make Steve kick back in pain, his feet moving all on their own. Eddie laughed loudly and hit him again, hand resting against the mark right after.
“I didn’t? Then why are you making a mess? Is it because you need attention? You couldn’t go one night without being the center of it?”
God, Steve was so hard. He knew it was mostly the pill but- maybe it wasn’t. Maybe he’d be hard without it too. The pain in his ass was number than usual, probably because he was sinking fast.
“Maybe if I hit you enough, you’ll cum all over yourself again. You’ve done it before, haven’t you? Yeah, pretty boy? Let everyone know how desperate you are.”
Eddie’s voice sounded so good. And he was right too. Steve was close again, his cock bumping unforgivingly against the side of the table. It should have hurt more. It did, it definitely did. But it felt amazing too, like a bonus to the stinging smack of the paddle against his steadily bruising ass.
The next smack sent Steve nearly over the edge but Eddie tugged at the back of Steve’s ropes and it pulled at his cock and balls, sending him into a fit of hissing pain. He moaned through it, mouth open and wet as Eddie whispered in his ear.
“You’re doing so good, baby.”
Oh, that was good too. Always the sweet with the mean, the other side of Eddie.
The next hit was harder than the last and sure enough, it sent Steve right over the edge. The tug against his cock certainly didn’t help. He humped the edge of the table without much thought, his cock spurting out cum like it had spare to expend. Steve hated those little pills but also- also, he kind of loved them. He was still fucking hard too, even as he panted and twitched through his third orgasm of the night. Three. It had to be three by now.
How many times was Eddie going to make him cum?
Steve was pulled up only seconds later, barely given any time to recover. Exposed with his cock out, cum still dripping from the tip.
And then Eddie had his hand back around it, squeezing tight enough around the base that it brought tears to Steve’s eyes.
“Aw,” Eddie cooed from behind him, hips lining up against Steve’s ass seconds later. Sore abs mean as he rubbed his jeans against Steve’s bruised behind. “Does that hurt? You’re all purple, baby. Should I take the ropes off? Give you some freedom? Some relief?”
Yes, god please.
Steve wasn’t sure if the words actually came out or if Eddie just correctly interpreted his noises. His gentle hands snaked down to Steve’s ropes and began to untie them from both his cock and his collar. It was a relief that Steve hadn’t realized he needed.
Eddie had a hand back around the base of his cock in seconds, the other disappearing behind Steve to-
Oh fuck.
Eddie pressed his fingers against the plug, pushing it and wiggling it for Steve. He bit down too hard on his bottom lip, eyes straining against the lights as he was faced with the crowd once again.
“Forgot about that, didn’t you? You’re so used to being full, you don’t even recognize a plug anymore.”
Steve was sure it was partially true.
He really was used to being full, with bigger things inside him.
The toy was a lot though, especially after already cumming so many times. It didn’t help that Eddie was jerking him off again, grew of the restraints of the rope. Steve pushed into the feeling, hips working mindlessly. He actually just didn’t care that people were watching anymore. No, he just wanted to get off again. His cock hurt from how hard it was, despite how wet it was too.
“Ready for another?” Eddie asked, a whisper against Steve’s ear again. Steve nodded slowly, unable to talk as his eyes slid shut. Eddie reached down and tugged meanly at his balls, a habit that didn’t make Steve not want to cum at all. The pain only furthered the intensity for him and in seconds, Steve was cumming again. He didn’t think there was much cum this time, just a dribble that bubbled out and rolled over Eddie’s hand. Steve made an indiscernibly loud noise, his body shaking against Eddie like a leaf. He was being loud, maybe. He was pretty sure he was being too loud. He didn’t care.
Eddie didn’t stop.
Steve’s knees felt like they were going to give out.
“I’m about to take the rest of your ropes off,” Eddie whispered just for Steve. “And then you’re gonna get on your knees-“ oh god, oh my fucking god. “And suck me off. You’re gonna jerk your little cock until you cum down there, as many times as I tell you to. Understood?”
Steve was actually dizzy now, fucking hell.
“Yes, daddy.”
Those were the only words he needed to use before Eddie’s hand was in front of Steve’s mouth, fingers pushing into allow Steve to clean them, just like he’d cleaned his own back at the house.
His mouth was clumsy, his tongue even worse off as he cleaned every little bit.
And then Eddie’s hand was gone and Steve could feel the ropes being pulled apart and he wasn’t even sure how long it took for them to be removed but surely he was losing track of time now. He was down, his head swimming as Eddie turned Steve and directed him onto his knees. There was no pillow like there might be at home but that only added to the sensation. Steve knew that Eddie would massage his legs and back later, apply creams to his bruises, etc.
For now, Steve just got to bask in the pain and humiliation.
He watched with rabid eyes as Eddie pulled his dick out of too-tight jeans, hands steady as he stroked to the tip and played with his piercing. This was so much further than they’d gone at the club and Steve didn’t even care. He wanted to do it, he wanted to make Eddie feel good.
“No sucking,” Was all Eddie had to say for Steve to know exactly how this was going to go. He opened his mouth wide, tongue poking out. The room laughed vaguely, a watercolor noise to Steve’s sinking eardrums. “That’s a good boy, just like that. See? You’re so well trained, you know exactly what I want.”
Eddie slid into Steve’s mouth, inch by inch. Filling him out and not stopping until Steve had to breathe deep through his nose, his throat doing its best to spasm around the cock intruding into it. In and out, in and out. Nice and calm.
It felt good, being full on both ends.
Steve let his eyes shut again, hands resting on his knees. Like a good boy, indeed. Eddie hadn’t told him to touch yet. Plus, he was distracted as he fucked into Steve’s wet mount and throat, sliding over his unmoving tongue and holding onto Steve’s sweaty hair.
Steve didn’t know he was going to get throat fucked tonight. Not in front of this many people. Suddenly, he wanted to prove that he was so good at it. He really was. He was so talented and obedient.
Eddie was slow with it, not nearly as mean as might get sometimes when Steve egged him on and begged for it. This was nice too. All Steve had to do was sit there and look pretty. He felt like-
“Look at my little cocksleeve,” Eddie remarked just loud enough. “Your throat’s so fucking wet, baby. Is that all for daddy?”
Steve felt his throat squeeze around Eddie, fighting through a sudden gag. Fuck.
He gargled a noise out, earning another wave of laughter. Steve felt his face heat up, his dick twitching in his lap.
This was so much. Not too much, not yet. And then Eddie fucked deep, his hips stilling and his hands pressing Steve down.
“Do what I told you to do, please?”
It was mostly for Steve, he could tell.
What had Eddie wanted him to do?
Oh. Right.
Steve reached down and took himself into hand, fist curling over his sensitive cock. It kind of hurt now but he did it, jerking himself gentle and slow as Eddie slipped back out. Steve gasped for air as Eddie rubbed the head of his dick over spit swollen lips. Back and forth, his piercing catching on Steve’s mouth.
And all Steve could do was jerk off about it.
He was so slow and uncoordinated, too distracted by trying his best to stay still and be good for Eddie. His mouth already felt swollen from the treatment and he wasn’t sure how many minutes passed before he was ready to cum again, his cock pulsing without any real warning. It didn’t feel normal this time, not at all. It felt like a deep ache that had Steve’s eyes rolling back, his mouth occupied by cock.
Eddie paused for him, jerking off the shaft of his dick as the head lay against Steve’s tongue. Just enough time for Steve to pull through his orgasm and carry on. Eddie dipped forward and pulled Steve by his hair, effectively trapping him against the table behind them. Steve breathed through the strain, his eyes beginning to water. He felt tears dip down, falling against pink cheeks.
He wondered if he looked good for Eddie. For Daddy.
Steve swallowed Eddie’s cum like a champ. Without any warning too. Eddie didn’t say a thing as he spilled deep in Steve’s throat, his nose pressed to Eddie’s pubes the entire time.
Steve panted loudly as Eddie pulled him by his hair, Eddie’s cock finally fully slipping free of his lips. His was a mess of tears and spit, his head spinning as his cock still throbbed between his legs. What else? What else could they possibly do tonight?
Steve could sort of vaguely hear Eddie speaking, his head cloudy and light as Daddy helped him back onto his feet.
Steve swayed in his spot, vision slightly off.
“Think that’s enough, sweetheart.”
Huh? What?
Already?
Steve felt kind of put out. Sad? No, not that. He was having trouble identifying how exactly he was feeling.
And then Eddie had a hand on his jaw, fingers clean and cold.
“Hey, baby.”
Oh, there he was.
The lights weren’t bright anymore.
“You looked a little dizzy. I figured you’d given enough for the night, Angel. I don’t want you feeling too woozy on the drive home.”
Oh. Okay. That made more sense.
Steve allowed Eddie to circle around him, seemingly checking Steve’s back and arms for injury. He felt a bit stiff but he wasn’t in too much pain or anything. Cloudy and floaty, sure. But that part always felt good.
Steve would have to ask how many times he came later. He’d lost track of time somewhere in there, especially once he’d gotten onto his knees.
For now, he was content to allow Eddie to care for him. To dress him and tend to his bruises and wrap him up. To take him home so they could watch the ball drop at midnight in their own bed.
It was going to be a wonderful New Year after all.