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Most who know him would never even begin to guess what Shane is really like. They see his tough, prickly exterior and many residents of the valley assume that he’s the same way all the way through. Farmer Aspen knows otherwise. Aspen broke through his shell with a mixture of confidence and compassion, and a little over two years since Aspen moved into the valley, he and Shane were happily married husbands.
Aspen likes everything about Shane, though to this day, Shane finds that very hard to believe – but it’s true. Aspen loves the way Shane is caring. He cares about things that are important to him: Jas, Charlie, chickens, animals in general. Shane is gentle when he wants to be. He can pick up tiny chicks with the palm of his hand, and pet them with barely his fingertips. He is sweet, and thoughtful, and shows his love by making silly quips and jokes, and sneakily cuddling up to Aspen when they’re watching a B-rated movie that they picked out to make fun of, hoping that Aspen won’t notice. He does notice. He loves it. He loves Shane.
But that’s not all. Something else that most residents of pelican town would have never guessed about Shane, is how submissive he really is. Shane doesn’t make it known, in fact he hadn’t really put a specific word to his behaviour before he and Aspen had a lengthy discussion about their sexual preferences, and fantasies.
“I just want to make my partner happy.” Shane had said. “It doesn’t really matter about me. I’ll do whatever they want. Does that sound weird?”
Aspen had reassured him that that’s not weird at all. In fact, Aspen thinks it’s really sweet, and as their relationship had progressed, the two had begun to learn more about each other – and themselves. One day, in the middle of sex, Shane, with a red face and a nervous expression, had sheepishly asked Aspen to hit him. Aspen had been hesitant, but he’d obliged, and Shane’s reaction to being slapped right across his ass had sealed the deal for Aspen. He had really liked it. Shane was not just submissive, but he turned out to be a huge masochist. The more that Aspen thought about it, the more it made sense. Of course Shane liked to be hurt. It just made sense.
That event had triggered something else. Afterwards, the two began incorporating more and more kinks into their sex, resulting in increasingly intense scenes, and a healthy dom/sub relationship between the two. Aspen had always had a minor interest in things like bondage, but he’d never really dug too deep until Shane expressed more and more interest in the topic. Aspen had been doing research – sneakily brushing up on books and articles – visiting sex shops in Zuzu city to ask for advice and recommendations, and so far, his work had been paying off.
Today, Aspen was waiting on a new toy to come in. While he was out farming, he’d told his sweet househusband to pick up the package if it was delivered, but to not open it, under any circumstances. Shane had furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes, clearly unimpressed with the instructions, but Aspen had just smiled back and continued preparing for his long day out on the farm.
Now, evening has come, and the sun sinks underneath the horizon as Aspen traipses his way up the wooden stairs and up to the door. He steps in, immediately dropping his heavy backpack full of tools and looks over into the living room. He tends to come in quietly these days, just in case Shane is taking a nap as he does rather frequently, but today, Shane is wide awake, lounged out on the sofa finishing off a bowl of what looks like instant noodles as he watches a gridball rerun. Aspen can’t help but smile.
“Evening, Honey.” Aspen greets, shrugging off his outer coat and hanging it up on the hook on the wall.
Shane’s face pops up over the back of the sofa.
“Hey.” He replies, and he pauses as he watches Aspen come over. Aspen leans over the back of the sofa, one hand on the back of Shane’s head and the other under his chin, and he tilts Shane’s head back to kiss him, deep and a tinge of hunger to the action.
“Someone’s feeling possessive today, huh?” Shane remarks with a wry smirk when Aspen finally pulls away from him. Then, quieter, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. I always do.” Aspen says, and goes back in for another kiss, the hand on the back of Shane’s head digging into his hair and pulling. Shane felt a pool of excitement in his lower abdomen. He knows what kind of mood Aspen is in. Aspen kisses him for a long time, and when he finally pulls away, Shane is left panting for air.
“Did you get the package?” Aspen breathily asks.
“Mhm.” Responds Shane. “I left it on the kitchen table.”
Aspen smiles and kisses him again, just a peck this time, and goes to find his long-awaited package.
To Aspen’s surprise, the package actually is on the kitchen table, and Shane had actually left it alone for once. Shane has a bad habit of doing things he’d been explicitly told not to, though Aspen doesn’t always mind, since it gave him a proper excuse to punish him later. Today, Shane was going to get tormented regardless, so it didn’t really matter. Of course, this toy had been kept a surprise, so Shane doesn’t know what waits for him yet.
Aspen doesn’t hesitate in unboxing it, and a sly grin creeps up his face as he discards the last of the packaging and holds the shock collar in his hands. After inserting the correct batteries, Aspen quickly presses the metallic part into his arm, just to be completely sure of the voltage. It shocks him, as expected, and it hurts, but it isn’t unbearable or too extreme, which is what he’d hoped for. He holds it behind his back and leaves the kitchen, back to where Shane is still lounging on the sofa.
“What was it, anyway?” Shane asks inquisitively. “And why wasn’t I allowed to open it?”
“It’s a gift for you, that’s why.” Aspen states, sitting down on the sofa next to Shane. “Hold out your hands.”
Shane squints at him, trying to look serious despite the fact that he’s clearly smirking already.
“Why?”
“Shane.”
“What?”
“Do as you’re told.”
Shane grins wryly, and sighs for dramatic effect before doing what he was asked to.
“Alright.” He says.
Aspen finally reveals the collar and places it in Shane’s hands, whose eyes widen a little when he realises what he’s been given.
“It’s a shock collar. You can try it on, if you want to.” Aspen tells him. “You don’t have to, if you don’t like the idea.”
Shane’s cheeks flush a vibrant shade of pink as he stares at what he’s holding. He bites his lip and draws a breath.
“What are you thinking?” Aspen asks him, and reaches out to reassuringly touch his hand. “If it’s not for you…”
Shane swallows.
“It’s not that.” He says, his emerald eyes darting elsewhere. “I just…”
Aspen watches him, and Shane squirms, clearly a little embarrassed.
“I can’t just put it on.” Shane does his best to explain. “That’s not how it works.”
“Then how does it work?” Asks Aspen, rubbing his fingertips reassuringly.
“You know… I need you to put it on… me.”
Shane’s eyebrows knit together, and he grits his teeth as his pink cheeks get closer to red. Aspen smiles warmly, relieved that Shane isn’t uncomfortable, just… Shane.
“Oh, you want to do it like that.” Aspen responds, teasing his adorable husband just the tiniest bit. With that, he grabs the TV remote and switches it off, before scooting closer to Shane and taking the collar from his hands. He leans over Shane, who, despite being a heavier person, is particularly short and rather small compared to Aspen, and his head is tilted back again, Aspen kissing him hungrily, his tongue pressing against Shane’s, his free hand gripping at his hair. When Aspen’s done with that, he moves down to Shane’s neck, and he clamps down, sucking at his tender flesh, making sure it’ll bruise. Shane’s breath hitches and he lets out a sliver of a moan, reaching up to grab at Aspen’s shirt, pulling the fabric taught as he lifts his head back to whimper, Aspen leaving hickey after hickey on his skin.
Shane is always covered in hickeys these days, and Aspen gets quite a fair few too. The couple had needed to invest in some concealer to cover them up, after an extremely awkward incident where Marnie had noticed the abundance of marks on Shane’s neck and had been worried for a brief moment before the couple had awkwardly explained it was a sex thing. Since then, the two make sure to cover up whenever they are going out, but he’s always littered with them. Some old, some new, some on his neck, some on his tits, some on his thighs. Aspen liked him to be marked.
Aspen is satisfied with Shane’s new love bites, and finally decides to fasten the collar around his neck. He reaches around, doing the strap at the back, and pulling it snug, taking extra care to be sure the electric unit is on the side of Shane’s neck and can’t slip elsewhere. While he leans over, his knee between Shane’s legs, he feels Shane push his crotch against his thigh, trying to grind just a little bit, and Aspen grins.
“You’re already trying to get yourself off, and I haven’t even done anything. All I did was fasten it and turn it on.” Says Aspen.
“Shut up.” Spits Shane, and Aspen leans back, taking hold of his jaw to make Shane look at him.
“Do you see this remote?” Aspen teases, holding up a small remote with a single button on it. “You understand what happens if you’re bad, don’t you?”
Shane swallows and Aspen stares him down.
“I get shocked?”
“Well done.”
Shane makes a stifled horny noise that Aspen can barely contain himself over, and he decides it’s time to take this play a step further.
“Get up and strip.”
Shane scowls at him.
“Make me.”
Raising an eyebrow, Aspen reclines into the sofa, facing Shane directly.
“You want me to make you, Shane?”
“You won’t. Pussy.”
Aspen hits the button and listens to Shane shriek, watching him flinch and practically fly out of his seat before leaning over and whimpering, clearly feeling sorry for himself.
“Get up and strip.” Repeats Aspen, and Shane gets up this time.
“Yes… Sir.” He says, his breath shaky, tagging on the ‘sir’ to try and gain a bit of sympathy.
He does as he’s told, removing his socks first, followed by his cargo shorts, revealing his juicy thighs, covered with hair, dotted with pretty stretch marks, a few old scars here and there. Then his hoodie comes off to reveal his arms, similarly hairy, similarly scarred. His obnoxious green football Jersey comes off next, his belly soft with rolls and cellulite and covered in stretch marks, his dark happy trail unmissable. Shane stares at Aspen, who has been watching this whole time, entranced. Aspen knows that Shane is insecure about his body, but he could never understand why. He loves Shane’s body. He loves every stretch mark, every patch of cellulite, every stomach roll, and every old and faded scar. Aspen loved to grab him, to touch him, to make him feel good in his body. Still, he raises an eyebrow at Shane now, who is waiting expectantly.
“Everything, Shane.” Aspen says, and Shane wrinkles his nose at him as if he’s not already dripping wet down there. Not accepting his response, Aspen shocks him again, and watches Shane yelp, his legs quivering. He quickly gets back to undressing, lifting his binder off his chest slowly, revealing his tits and particularly sensitive nipples. Fading bruises and bites from their last lovemaking session still dot his skin there, the chest area being one of Shane’s favourites for Aspen to play with. Lastly, Shane slides his boxers down, doing it slowly, teasing Aspen on purpose and making a show of it. With his cunt exposed, the only thing he wears on his naked body is the shock collar, and Aspen bites his lip, stifling an excited grin that always came out when he got a chance to view his beautiful husband’s beautiful, naked body.
“You’re the prettiest man Yoba’s ever made.” Aspen says, and he means it genuinely.
“Shut up.” Replies Shane, flushing a bright shade of pink. Of course, his attitude isn’t appreciated, and he whines loudly as a bolt of hot electricity zaps his body as a punishment. Aspen gets up from the sofa.
“I’ll be just a minute, Shane.” He states. “When I come back I want you here, but I want you kneeling.”
Shane gulps. “Yes sir.”
Aspen disappears off to the bedroom, and when he comes back, he’s carrying a black gym back that Shane knows is filled with toys. Which toys are in it exactly, he’s not sure, but he waits patiently, kneeling in the position he was told to. He glances up at Aspen, and lowers his head – it really never took long for him to properly submit. Aspen knew that Shane couldn’t help himself. He loved it too much to pretend he didn’t anymore.
“Hands behind your back, honey.” Aspen coos, and Shane knows exactly what it’s for. He’s going to get tied up.
He complies, letting his farmer husband bind his wrists in the thick purple rope they’d picked out together. It was heavy, solid, but made for bondage play so that it wouldn’t be dangerous to use. Aspen cinches the bindings tight, and moves on to anchor his elbows together. Shane winces, but he is used to having his arms bound like this. It’s become somewhat of a ritual for the married couple. After he’s done with Shane’s arms, he ties a simple harness around his chest, anchoring his arms to his body, making sure that the ropes squeeze at his tits just enough to cause some discomfort. He knows that to Shane, it’s more like arousal, and he takes the opportunity to squeeze Shane’s tits in his hands, pinching and pulling at his nipples while Shane whines quietly, eyes closed.
“Yoba, you’re a freak.” Shane quips, and then yelps pathetically when he’s subsequently shocked for it.
Aspen puts his legs in a strict frog tie, binding his calves to his lower thighs, and his ankles to his upper thighs. Doing it this way, rather than binding his legs together, would still allow Shane some minimal movement, so that he could crawl. Just to top it off, Aspen pulls a medium sized metal butt plug from the gym bag, holding it in front of Shane’s face.
“Are you gonna be a good boy,” Aspen asks, “and wear this for me?”
Shane nods, his voice wobbling with anticipation. It’s clear he’s getting a little impatient. “Y-Yes sir.”
Aspen retrieves the lube he’s tossed into the gym bag, popping the cap open and letting the water-based solution run all the way over the plug. He grabs the back of Shane’s head, and pushes him over the sofa – and bound the way he is, Shane has no choice but to bend to his will. Aspen spreads his asscheeks, teasing at his tight hole before rubbing the tip of the slick plug against it. Shane whines into the cushion, trying to push back onto the plug, and Aspen shocks him for it, letting him flinch and cry.
“I decide when it goes inside you, Shane.”
“Aspen, Fuck…”
Shane yelps once more, trembling and sniffling into the cushion.
“And no foul language.” Asserts Aspen.
Aspen gropes Shane’s asscheeks as he whimpers needily, and Aspen struggles to ignore the fluid eagerly dripping off of his cunt and beginning to run down his thighs. Unable to take just watching anymore, Aspen presses the tip of the plug against Shane’s asshole, pushing very gently and carefully watching Shane’s responses. Aspen doesn’t have much to worry about, though, because Shane is moaning and whining in the sluttiest way he probably could. Aspen knows that it’s probably taking all his self-control not to curse as the cool metal penetrates him and sits comfortably in his ass. It slips in at last, Shane groaning softly at the newfound pressure inside of him, and Aspen gently pulls him back off the sofa so that he’s kneeling properly and comfortably again.
Pleased with his work, Aspen sits back on the sofa, his legs apart wide, undoing his belt buckle as Shane watches intensely, a sly smile on his face as he waits for his next instruction. Aspen undoes his pants, pulling the zipper, shuffling the fabric down his legs, admittedly a little awkwardly and not in the sexiest manner, but Shane doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. He looks like a hungry dog, right now.
Aspen pats his thigh.
“Shane, you’re going to come over here, and you’re going to make me cum.” Aspen tells his husband, who nods and does his best to shuffle into position with his bound limbs. Aspen didn’t realise how wet he was either, and as soon as Shane is kneeling between his legs, he rests his head on the cushion, the fabric squishing his cheek in a way that’s so cute it almost throws Aspen out of his dominant headspace.
“That’s it. Here.” Aspen says, pushing his hips forward, his legs wide. He gets a hand on the back of Shane’s head, the other resting on the arm of the sofa, and Shane lets Aspen pull him in, eager to suck him off. When they got married, Aspen had found out quickly that Shane had quite the affinity for giving head, and he was good at it. Aspen sometimes wondered if Shane had some kind of oral fixation, because if he could use his mouth, he would. When Aspen wasn’t wearing his strap, Shane would want to suck his dick, and when he was wearing the strap-on, Shane would take the silicone toy down his throat with ease. He seemed to derive his own pleasure from it, and when Aspen had asked if he did, Shane kind of shrugged and said that he just... liked it.
Shane teases him, nudging Aspen’s clit with his nose, barely touching him, the tip of his tongue just meeting his cunt and nothing more, as if he was doing this for the first time. Aspen knows what he’s trying to get, and sends a painful shock through him without much thought, to which Shane cries out and Aspen roughly pulls his face forward and into his pussy, muffling the noise he made. Shane is more obedient right away, licking and sucking at his clit like it’s some kind of dessert, and Aspen bites his lip, his head falling back into the cushions, whole body relaxing. He groans softly as Shane sucks and licks tenderly, and he wants more.
“Faster.” Aspen breathes, and Shane does almost the exact opposite, stopping completely. To that, Aspen pushes the button and lets Shane yelp and whimper like an animal for a split second, before he gets the memo and does as he’s told. He picks up his pace a little bit – warm, wet lips closing around Aspen’s cock as the farmer pushes further into his mouth, treating it like something to savor. Aspen’s orgasm comes in time, building up steadily as his moans get more jagged and his grip on Shane’s hair tightens. He’s moaning and muttering things like ‘good boy, good boy’, and Shane’s cunt feels as if it aches and throbs as he’s praised for doing such a good job. When Aspen finally cums, Shane continues to lick his cock, cleaning his fluids off of him until Aspen finally pushes gently at his forehead.
“That’s enough.” He says, running his fingers through Shane’s hair, massaging his scalp affectionately. “You’re such a good boy for that.”
“Aren’t I just.” Shane sighs, leaning into Aspen’s hand, and since his reply is dripping with sarcasm, Aspen playfully flicks him on the nose.
“Sarcasm.” He gently warns, but continues the affectionate stroking regardless. “That aside, I’m not done with you, you know.”
Shane smirks and replies coyly as Aspen gets up off the sofa. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Aspen says, and relishes in the way Shane cries out when he hits the button. He doesn’t bother looking at Shane before his next instruction. “Close your eyes.”
Shane does as he’s told, not about to get zapped again so close in succession, even though the idea is kind of making him drip. He waits obediently, only getting hornier with anticipation, and Aspen seems to take his time. It sounds like he’s rustling in the black gym bag again, and Shane hopes that he is. After what seems like forever, the rusting stops and Shane hears his husband’s footsteps approach on the wooden farmhouse floor.
“Open your mouth.” Aspen commands, and Shane, again, complies.
Aspen’s fingers are in his mouth, pressing down on his tongue and reaching back, almost hitting his throat. At one point, Shane thinks he might gag if Aspen goes any further, but the farmer seems to know his limits well, and doesn’t. Aspen’s fingers shove themselves between his teeth, and then back over his tongue, holding it down in his mouth.
“You’re so compliant.” Aspen says. “Look at you. You could bite me if you wanted to, but you won’t, will you?”
Shane, of course, couldn’t quite answer in any other way than to stay compliant.
“You’re so fucking hot. Look at this, you’re effectively just letting me use you in any way I want. Imagine if the other bachelors in this town knew how much of a fucking submissive slut you are? Maybe one day we’ll let them know. Maybe we’ll tie you down and let all the other singles line up to fuck you senseless. We’ll let them have their fun with you, and you’ll make them all cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d get off on it.”
Shane couldn’t protest even if he could speak, with the way his cheeks flush a deep red and the way his cunt drips needily onto the floor. Aspen suddenly removes his fingers from Shane’s mouth, and before he has a chance to properly catch his breath, a new object is shoved into him. Shane knows what this is. A gag. He whimpers helplessly as the straps are fastened tightly around the back of his head. It’s one of those with a multitude of straps, ones that reach up over the nose and over the top of the head, ones which go under his chin and apply pressure to his jaw. Shane knows Aspen likes to be over the top with this, fastening each strap as tight as it’ll possibly go. Shane knows that Aspen loves the bruises he gets at the corners of his mouth, and the red marks on his face from the indents of the straps. Aspen seems to be finished, but goes back to the main strap, pulling it a single notch tighter while Shane whines, the large silicone ball pulled well behind his teeth, trapping his tongue down, filling his mouth and causing him to drool uncontrollably.
“You can open your eyes now.” Aspen speaks for the first time in a while, holding Shane’s face in his hand. Shane does so, and is met with a smiling aspen who takes the opportunity to squeeze his cheeks as there isn’t much he can do about it. Shane moans, muffled by the gag, and Aspen pats him on the head. “No complaining. I have something else for you.”
Aspen has something else in his hands – another length of rope which he’s conveniently already made a few knots in. He loops it around Shane’s neck, before standing up and tugging at it gently.
“Come on, sweetie.” Aspen coos, pulling slowly on the rope as Shane tries to shuffle forward with his bound arms and legs. “We’re going for a little walk.”
Shane whines as he’s pulled – the rope tightens if he doesn’t keep up, and he finds himself putting more and more effort in to crawl, as pathetic as it may look, across the floor. The uncomfortably tight gag is causing his spit to spill out onto the floor in what seems impossible amounts, his arms are cinched behind his back, making them completely useless, his legs are frog tied, meaning he can’t use them properly either, and now there’s a rope pulling at his neck if he isn’t fast enough. Aspen isn’t even walking quickly, but it’s so difficult to move under these conditions that Shane still keeps falling behind. Worst of all, he still has the metal plug inside of him, and he’s oh so very aware of it every time he moves, the pressure on the back wall of his cunt sending him crazy. Aspen tells him to hurry up, but Shane is too distracted by the toy in his ass and the gag in his mouth to listen – that is until a jolt of electricity gets sent through him, and he moans with a small sob, his legs trembling as he does his best to move.
Aspen sighs and Shane feels the rope go slack. He trembles slightly, the action unexpected, and watches as Aspen comes over. His husband crouches before him, and unhooks the makeshift leash from his neck, allowing it to fall to the floor. He leans forward and gives Shane a tender kiss on the forehead, before he stands back up and does something that makes Shane shriek. He picks him up, and it always surprised and mesmerised Shane how easily Aspen could just do that. Aspen was very tall, sure, and he worked on the farm all day, sure, but Shane was just a heavier guy and never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d end up with a spouse who could just lift him like he didn’t weigh anything. The first time Aspen had bridal carried him had been on their wedding day, and Shane had been surprised then, too, but the novelty of it just never wore off. Aspen was doing it now, carrying him on his back and letting Shane lean on his chest. Shane stares up at him and Aspen doesn’t seem to notice, and if the act of carrying him in such an adoring an romantic way after all that torment wasn’t enough whiplash, the force of which Aspen drops him on the bed comes as a similar shock to Shane, who lands on the soft mattress with a grunt.
Aspen flips him over onto his chest, face down, ass and cunt exposed, and he disappears for a second. It’s not long, and Shane knows what he’s getting. Aspen pushes the little silver bell into Shane’s left hand, and Shane’s fingers grasp tightly around it.
“You know what to do.” Aspen breathes, leaning over him and into his ear. Shane nods against the mattress. He does know what to do. In scenes like this where he’s gagged somehow, that’s the couple’s safe word. Drop the bell, and everything comes to a halt. Shane has actually never safe worded his way out of a scene with Aspen, but Aspen never forgets to make sure he has the option.
“You’re so wet.” Aspen remarks, his fingers dancing lightly against Shane’s cunt. “You’re so horny and wet, you can barely contain yourself, right? If I didn’t have you restrained, I bet you’d have jumped on my dick.”
He laughs, and the two fingers playing with Shane’s pussy slide into him with ease. Shane pushes back onto Aspen’s fingers, groaning quietly, impatient and beyond ready at this point. Aspen doesn’t need to prepare him for long. He’s been slick and needy for a long time already. With that, Aspen takes his strap-on off of the bed, having put it there earlier, and fastens it as quickly as he can manage. The straps are always fiddly, and Aspen is having some trouble, which prompts Shane to let out a muffled snicker as he glances backwards. He’s quickly punished for it with the shock collar, and he yelps in pain before he finally shuts up.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Aspen mutters, finally fixing the straps and readying himself.
He lines his cock up with Shane’s cunt, pressing the trip against his hole and chuckling under his breath when Shane whines impatiently. He rubs against him, getting slick with Shane’s wetness, and finally, grabs Shane’s pretty little love handles and pushes himself inside.
Shane moans loudly, closing his eyes, his eyebrows angled upward in pleasure, trying to push himself further back onto the dildo, and Aspen decides it’s finally time to let him get what he’s been wanting so badly. He rocks steadily into Shane, loving the way he whimpers and moans softly, his breathing jagged, his eyes squeezed shut. Aspen worries that with how often and how rough the two liked to fuck, one day they might break the bed. He clears the thought from his mind and focuses on making his husband feel good, leaning over him, pressing Shane into the bed. Shane mewls, enjoying the pressure on top of him, enjoying the way the ropes dig into his skin and the way the collar sits threateningly around his neck. Aspen picks up his pace, thrusting into Shane now, letting his husband have the entire length. He Kisses the back of his neck, and clamps his hand over Shane’s mouth now that he’s getting loud – not that it’d make much of a difference and not that they had any neighbours in close proximity anyway. Shane just continues to moan as Aspen pounds his cunt, making it sore as he pushes Shane toward his climax, rocking back and forth, the wooden bed creaking under the pressure, and finally, he cums. Shane lets out a high pitched sob as Aspen relentlessly pounds his g-spot, his walls squeezing around Aspen’s cock as all of his muscles contract. Aspen fucks him through the orgasm, slowing gently until he comes to a halt and pulls out once it’s clear that Shane is satisfied.
He still has his eyes closed in bliss, panting for breath, enjoying the afterglow of it, and Aspen sits down on the bed next to him. He reaches down and gently undoes the gag, pulling it away from Shane’s face and out of his mouth. He slips the collar off of him next, truly signalling the end of the scene, and he leans down to kiss his beloved spouse. One kiss on the forehead, one kiss on the nose, and one kiss on the lips, was how Aspen liked to say ‘I love you’, and Shane’s lips curled upwards as he did.
“How was that?” Aspen asks him, running his hand through Shane’s hair once before he got up to start undoing the rope knots.
“Good.” Shane breathes.