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He discovers it by accident, tucked down a side street, hidden behind dark windows. When he steps inside, he's taken aback by the sheer variety and, almost immediately, his head is full of possibilities. He texts Lee, suggesting that they meet for drinks later in the evening, giving him a place to meet and a time.

Later finds George leaning against a wall, waiting for Lee, scrolling through his phone. He's dressed in a button down shirts, sleeves rolled up, and he uses the camera on his phone to preen a little, undoing another button before he snaps a photo and sends it to Lee.

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gallowseyes

George stares at him for a long moment, ignoring the sinking feeling of humiliation in the pit of his stomach because that's the point, isn't it? This is the punishment. He lowers one leg then the other, shifting until he can sit up and then get up onto his knees. .

He glances at Lee, not sure he's hoping for.

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atehimrightup

Lee can tell by the look on George’s face that he’s hit the mark. His first thought had been spanking, but George would enjoy that too much. Ignoring him hurts Lee as well, but this? This will do the trick.

George sits there on his knees and Lee looks at him expectantly, reeling in the leash until George is forced down onto his hands and knees, his head hovering over the dish.

“You said you’d do anything,” Lee points out calmly, gesturing toward the dish again. His expression hardens a little and he gives the leash a sharp tug, pitching his voice low and commanding. “Drink it, cunt.”

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gallowseyes

As a punishment, it's effective. George's face burns but he lowers towards the bowl. He remembers, at the last minute, that Lee told him he couldn't use his hands and he shifts, shuffling his knees further apart to make him more stable and clasping his hands behind his back as he bends and, not knowing how else to proceed, laps beer from the bowl in front of him.

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atehimrightup

George turns beet red and there is obvious hesitation, but he does it. Lee wasn’t sure how it was going to make him feel. He doesn’t enjoy humiliating George, but he does enjoy the power it gives him. It’s a rush.

“Ah, so you can follow instructions,” Lee says, letting a hint of fondness creep into his voice as he watches George lap at the bowl, beer dripping down his chin. Lee lets it go on for a while, enough to really drive the point home.

“Okay, that’s enough.” He reaches out to take the bowl away and sets it on the table, finally reaching out to touch George’s face, cupping his jaw and wiping beer from chin with his thumb as he urges him back up onto his knees. “Did you learn your lesson?”

From:

gallowseyes

"Yes," says George, straightening up onto his knees, and he's surprised by how fervent he sounds. He leans into Lee's touch for a moment, eyes dark and liquid, face still burning. "I'll be good."

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atehimrightup

“Good boy,” Lee murmurs, pulling on the leash until George is forced to shuffle forward until he’s next to Lee’s legs. He grabs the back of George’s neck, fingers parting around the collar, and drags him in enough for Lee to lick his chin, tasting beer and come. He kisses George on the mouth, deep and lingering, and then pulls away.

He uses his grip on George’s neck to force him down onto his hands and knees over Lee’s lap, and he hums as he draws his hand down the elegant length of George’s spine.

“But I don’t think I’m done,” he states, sliding his hand over George’s rounded ass. There’s still a yellowish bruise from where Lee bit him at the pond, and it nearly drives him crazy. He touches his fingertips to the base of the toy, rocking it back and forth a little before suddenly rearing his hand back and smacking him hard in the ass. “Ah, but you like this, don’t you?”

Lee spanks him again, harder than he’s dared to before, and then hums thoughtfully. “How many, do you think? Give me a number.”

From:

gallowseyes

George hadn't expected to like the leash as much as he does but, every time Lee tugs it, it goes straight to his cock. On his hands and knees, he lets his head drop, a sound very like a grunt, animalistic, slipping out of him when Lee slaps him.

"Yes, I like it," he says. "Ten."

From:

atehimrightup

“Okay, ten starting now,” Lee tells him, pulling on the leash until George has to shift down onto his elbows. “Count them out for me, nice and loud.”

He licks his fingertips and spanks him again, hard enough that his palm stings and the force of it ricochets up his arm. With his other hand, he reaches for the toy’s remote but doesn’t turn it on, instead keeping it tucked under his thumb as he puts his hand on the small of George’s back.

From:

gallowseyes

He shifts, head down, arse up, skin already stinging from the one slap Lee has given him. Lee slaps him again and he makes that same undignified sound.

"One."

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atehimrightup

They make it to five, with Lee spacing the slaps out so he’s not hitting the same spot every time. George is breathing raggedly, flushed from head to toe, and Lee feels a little like he’s floating. It feels like this is exactly where he’s supposed to be.

He pauses for a moment, simply rubbing his hand back and forth across George’s reddened skin, and then he flicks on the toy again. From this angle, he can see the base buzzing, watching as George’s body tightens around it.

He spanks him for the sixth time, right over the toy, and then touches his fingertip to the base to move it in a slow circle, almost idly.

“Think about how all my come is still inside you. How you’re plugged up like a bitch in heat,” Lee growls out, and spanks him again. His palm stings, tingling from the force of his blows, and George’s skin is such a tender looking shade of red. Lee is so turned on that he feels a bit dizzy, and he’s having the time of his life. “Isn’t that a lovely thought?”

From:

gallowseyes

"Six," says George, almost automatically. He feels like he's floating, between the pain and the toy in his arse and his cock, hard again. He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, shifting his weight.

"I'm definitely not complaining about it."

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atehimrightup

“Why would you? I’m sure you love feeling like a bitch in heat.” Lee smiles and turns off the toy before slowly easing it out of him, cursing under his breath when he sees how pink and wet his hole is, how open and ready.

“You look like a used up slut,” Lee tells him, sliding his hand down his back until he can plunge three fingers into his body, crooking them until he can find George’s prostate. And then, once he has, he spanks him again with his other hand. “All wet and gaping.”

From:

gallowseyes

"Fuck," says George, almost yelps it, when Lee pulls the plug out of him and replaces it with his fingers. He whimpers, shifting his hips, fucking himself back onto Lee's fingers.

"Feels good," he mumbles, and he means all of it.

From:

atehimrightup

“I’ll bet it does. Nothing more a filthy slut loves more than to be used, right?” Lee leans over a bit to spit onto George’s hole, working in a fourth finger. He spanks George again, this time lower. Right above the swell of his balls.

“Are you keeping count?” Lee asks sternly, pinching hard at the inside of George’s thigh. “If you aren’t, I’ll have to start over.”

From:

gallowseyes

Squirming away from the pinch with nowhere to go, George shakes his head.

"Only you," he says, meaning he's not sure he would do this for anyone else -- not sure he would lower himself like this, definitely not sure about the collar. There's something about Lee; it's been there for a while, and now there's no turning back form it. "Eight." He swallows. "That last one was eight."

From:

atehimrightup

Only you, he says, and that makes Lee swallow hard. He could mean it in the sense of what they’re doing here, or the terms of the collar, but Lee doesn’t think that’s the case.

“Only you,” Lee repeats sincerely, because he feels the same. He nods and takes a breath, feeling vaguely overwhelmed by all of it. Not just the sex but the rest of it, too.

“Good boy,” he says, and then gives him number nine. His skin feels hot to the touch and there are fingerprints all over his pale skin. It makes Lee feel a little feral. It makes him want to bite.

He lands the final blow just above his thighs, palm connecting hard enough that he feels it in his shoulder and the sound of it seems to echo in the room. Lee slides his fingers free and puts the plug back in, resting his stinging palm on the small of George’s back while sliding two of his come slick fingers into George’s mouth to suck on as if giving him a reward. A treat.

From:

gallowseyes

"Nine," says George, his head so low now that his forehead is pressed against the back of one hand. He moans as the plulg slides back into him and, when Lee presses filthy fingers, slick with lube and come, between his lips, George just sucks on them eagerly. He groans as the taste of them floods his tongue.

From:

atehimrightup

George doesn’t count off the last hit, but Lee decides to let it slide. He just looks so beautiful and, to be fair, he does have his mouth full.

He watches George suck at his fingers so eagerly, pulling them out only to replace them with his ring and pinky fingers, giving him more to taste. He’s so into it, and Lee thinks again about how George compared come and blood. It’s not much different, he said. Without even realizing how much he had just knocked Lee’s world off its axis a little bit.

“You did well, baby,” Lee tells him, sliding his other hand up and down George’s spine and then injecting a bit of a smirk into his voice. “This time.”

From:

gallowseyes

The humiliation of the implied criticism in Lee's tone makes George squirm a little, he's sunk so deep. He moans, sucking at the taste on Lee's fingers almost greedily.

From:

atehimrightup

Lee watches him indulgently for a bit, feeling a warmth in his chest and a fierce protectiveness. He would kill for this man. He wouldn’t even blink.

“Mm, since you’re enjoying yourself so much,” Lee murmurs, pulling his hand away and slipping out from under George so he can pull himself up into the sofa, relaxing back against it as he unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock. “Suck on this instead.”

From:

gallowseyes

He doesn't need to be told twice. Lee slides back into the sofa and George shifts up onto his knees, the chain attached to his collar making a soft, musical noise. He leans over Lee's lap and curls one hand around the base of his cock, leaning over to lap at the head hungrily before he takes the first few inches into his mouth. He starts to suck hungry, bobbing his head, dark hair falling into his face.

From:

atehimrightup

“Jesus Christ,” Lee breathes out, somehow still stunned by the eager way that George sucks him down. He’s had what he thought was good head before. He was wrong. George is the best he’s ever had in every single category. He has absolutely ruined Lee for any other man.

“You were born for this, weren’t you?” Lee rasps out, twisting the collar so that the chain is at the back of George’s neck and he can pull on it just a little. Not enough to choke him, but enough that George almost has to fight against the tension to get at his cock. It’s deliriously hot.

“The first time I saw you,” Lee gasps out, chest heaving as he thumbs at the stretched out corner of George’s mouth, “the first time I saw your fucking obscene mouth, I knew that I had to put my cock in it. And I knew you’d let me.”

From:

gallowseyes

He's drifting, entirely focused on Lee's cock, but part of him wants to correct that. Trained, not born. But, since France, since Jean, he's loved this. He never gets bored of it. Lee tugs on the chain and George moans, the sound of it muffled by the press of Lee's cock against his tongue.

From:

atehimrightup

Lee isn’t expecting a reply, but he knows that George likes to hear him talk. And he certainly deserves to be rewarded for the magic he’s currently working on Lee’s dick.

“I love how hungry you are,” Lee admits, sounding like the confession is scraped out of him. “I’m hungry, too. I think I could feel that in you. We’re both starving for something.”

He’s rambling, edging dangerously close to something he can’t speak of, so he bites his lip and watches George bob on his cock, cheeks hollow and lips swollen.

“Swallow it,” Lee barks out, knowing what such a command will do to George. “All the way down, and stay until I say.”

From:

gallowseyes

Lee's right -- George has been hungry his whole life. Being with Lee, though? Feels like being properly fed, maybe for the first time in his life. He hears the instruction and groans, softly, breathing through his nose as he works his mouth lower and lower, until his nose presses into the hair at the base of Lee's cock.