Oct. 28, 2013. The Priory Hotel, Pittsburgh, PA.
Taylor
Our few days in Orlando passed by quickly, like a dream. All too soon we were back in the real world, back to the regular tour grind. With our family gone and no one to really keep us apart, it should have been easier to start on Zac’s punishments, but I found myself delaying a bit. I told myself it was just to give us both time to heal from our recent body modifications, but I knew there was a little more to it than just that. If I were totally honest with myself, I was nervous. Just this side of scared shitless, really, to actually punish him.
But I had to, I knew, to uphold the promises I’d made both him and Scott.
That was little consolation–none, really–but it was all I had. If I was going to be all in, I had to act like it. It was easier said than done. Finally, in Pittsburgh, I worked up the nerve to deliver the first punishment. We were sharing a hotel room that night, and so I sat on the bed and waited–impatiently–while Zac showered to deliver the news.
He seemed to be taking his sweet time, probably because he instinctively knew that I was dying with anticipation of… something.
I didn’t even try to resist the urge to let my eyes travel up and down his towel-clad body when he finally emerged from the bathroom.
“See something ya like?” He asked, smirking.
I grinned shamelessly. “You know I do.”
Zac stepped in closer to me, slowly, teasingly pulling the towel away from his body. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I echoed.
Zac’s only response was to lick his lips, then brush his fingers over my nipple ring. It was still incredibly sensitive, and I whimpered pathetically at his touch.
“You really like it, don’t you?” I asked, referring to the little silver ring.
“Mhm,” Zac replied, giving it a tug.
I gasped in both pleasure and pain, and Zac quickly dropped to his knees in front of me, placing a hand on my hip and leaning in to flick his tongue at my nipple. I let out a groan at that, my resolve faltering as Zac sucked greedily, a moan falling from his lips as well.
“Zac…” I groaned, mustering up all my courage to grab his hair and pull him back. “Not right now.”
“Aww.” He pouted, and again I felt myself faltering. I was weak and pathetic, no doubt about it.
“I still owe you a few punishments, you know…”
Zac blinked slowly, as though he were having trouble processing exactly what I had said. A tiny smile graced his lips, and I was sure that he did in fact understand my meaning, even if he didn’t know the specifics.
I nudged him aside as I stood up and walked across the room to my suitcase. As I rummaged through it, I spoke. “See, the problem with you… is finding a punishment that you’re not gonna just enjoy.”
Zac giggled, which was as good as agreeing with me. He knew I was right, even though I was constantly shocked by the depraved things he agreed to. If he had a limit, I hadn’t seen any signs of it.
“But…” I said, finding what I was looking for and heading back to the bed with the items in hand. “I think this will do.”
“Th-that’s…” Zac stuttered, his eyes widening comically.
“It’s what?” I asked, even though I knew perfectly well what it was. It was, in fact, the relatively small butt plug Scott and I had used on Zac during his last visit. Along with it, I’d grabbed a bottle of lube, because I didn’t want to actually hurt Zac. I wasn’t so sure he would complain if I did, though, and that scared me more than I wanted to think about right then or ever.
Zac blushed. “He gave it to you?”
“Mhm.” I smirked. “Just… in case I needed it.”
Zac’s eyes fell, and I had a sinking feeling the mention of Scott and our encounter with him was part of the cause. I decided not to dwell on that, or let Zac dwell on it, choosing instead to keep the mood as light–relatively speaking, considering what we were about to do–and sexy as possible.
“Now,” I said softly, “you took it before. I know you can handle it.”
He nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“Good.” I smirked. “Because you’re gonna wear it all day.”
Zac coughed and sputtered a bit. “All day?!”
“Is that a problem?”
He blinked. “B-but… you’ll take it out before the show, right?”
“What exactly do you think ‘all day’ means?” I asked him, not so sure he was just trying to be obtuse. There was genuine surprise on his face, and the tiny, dormant Dom inside of me pointed out that that was a good thing.
His blushed deepened, but he didn’t respond. I chose to let that go unpunished, at least for the moment, because I knew I was already pushing him pretty far–farther, perhaps, than either of us was ready to go.
“You’ll take it out when I say you can,” I replied, doing my best to ignore Zac’s worried little whimper. “And then… well, we’ll just see how good you are all day.”
Zac pouted, and I felt my resolve wavering. I let out a sigh and tried to remember that his resistance was just part of the game. He wanted this.
With as stern a look on my face as I could manage, I asked, “Is there a problem?”
“No,” Zac replied, but his pout remained firmly in place.
“Okay,” I said. “Hands and knees.”
He grumbled, but crawled onto the bed and assumed the position. His towel had fallen away completely, leaving him entirely naked for me.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Zac replied, still a hint of a grumble in his voice.
I smacked his ass lightly, barely more than just a warning. “Better be nothing.”
He whimpered, but didn’t reply or resist any further. That was good enough for me. I ran my hand up and down his back, just enjoyed the way his soft, smooth skin felt, then finally let my fingers trail further down, between his cheeks. Immediately, his hips rocked back, trying to bring me closer to him.
I gave him another smack with my left hand, one finger of the right just barely slipping inside, teasing him. “So fucking needy.”
Zac merely gasped, and I took that as encouragement.
“Such a little slut…” I slid my finger in and out as I taunted him. “No matter how much I give you, you always want more, don’t you?”
“Mhm,” he agreed, nodding his head.
I slid my finger out, grabbed the bottle of lube and gave the plug a liberal coating of it before pressing it against Zac’s entrance. “But the thing is… this plug isn’t really that big…”
Still obviously eager, Zac pushed his hips back again, a soft moan falling from his lips.
“See?” I asked, pushing just the tip of the plug into him; it met with hardly any resistance.“Not big at all…”
Zac shook his head, already breathing heavily, his chest heaving with the effort of it.
I pushed an inch or so of the plug into him; once again, it slid in easily. “Not as big as your toy…”
“No…” Zac replied.
“Not as big as Scott’s cock… or mine…” I continued, sliding it in and out of him, just playing with him.
“N-no…” Zac whined, rocking his hips back and forth, trying to imitate my movements.
Finally done teasing him, because I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, I slid the plug all the way in. “You can take so much more than this, can’t you?”
“Yes,” Zac replied.
“So this?” I leaned over him and lowered my voice, surprising myself with how deep and husky it sounded. “It’s just gonna be teasing you all day. Not enough to really satisfy you.”
His only response was a whimper.
“See?” I patted Zac’s ass. “That’s what makes it a punishment.”
He whimpered again.
I backed away from him and admired my work. I had to admit, this had been a good idea. I was already so turned on by it that I didn’t know how I was going to make it through the day, and I was sure it would be even worse for Zac. I may not have been a natural Dom, but it was clear enough that I was naturally pretty damn twisted. With a smirk on my face, I remarked, “Acting all pitiful isn’t gonna work on me, Zac.”
He glanced over his shoulder, giving me his best puppy dog eyes. They were good, but I had to be firm, no matter how difficult it was.
“Nope,” I replied, shaking my head. “You’re gonna wear it all day.”
Zac sighed. “Yes, Master.”
“Good boy.” With a grin on my face, I smacked his ass. “Now… get dressed. We gotta go.”
He gasped at the harsh touch, then carefully eased himself into a sitting position. His body tensed at the new sensations that caused, and I felt my grin growing as I watched his muscles contract.
“Oh, you’re fine,” I said.
Zac just rolled his eyes. I should have punished him for that, I knew, but I had a feeling that he was getting punishment enough right then. It was definitely going to be a long day… for both of us.
Zac
Sometimes I wanted to hate Taylor. This was one of those times. I’d been wearing the plug all day, like he ordered, and it was enough to get my motor running, but that was about it. I’d been on edge all day, and I knew it was showing. I’d barely said a word during our interview in the morning, and snapped at Ike during sound check. I needed to keep it together, but I didn’t know how long I could last.
The concert was a special kind of hell; all the moving and rocking and grinding I normally did while drumming was making everything feel ten times more intense, driving me even closer to the edge. And Taylor was showing off worse than ever, shaking his ass and throwing me teasing glances. He could tell how worked up I was, and was loving it. I knew it would be worth it, though; Tay would give me my hard-earned release if I could just hold out a little longer.
After the final bow, Tay pulled me offstage and dragged me into a secluded corner. The look in his eyes made me wonder which of us was more turned on by my punishment.
“How ya feeling?” He asked, as if I had no reason to be anything other than fine.
“Peachy,” I snarled. Snapping at him wasn’t going to help any, but I was frustrated, and not entirely in control of my emotions.
“Be nice,” he cooed, running a hand down my chest. “It’s not more than you can handle, is it?”
“No…”
“I didn’t think so.” His hand continued down its path, grazing against the obvious bulge in my jeans.
Instinctively I leaned forward, grinding against him. “Mmm, and now you’re all worked up, huh?” He gripped me, not hard, but enough to make me whimper.
“Mhm…”
“But,” he said slowly, pulling back and smirking; I almost wanted to deck him for being such a tease. “Since it’s clearly not too much for you to take… I think you can stand to leave it in a little longer.”
I pouted, whining; I knew how desperate and pathetic I was acting, but I didn’t care. But of course, my reaction only made him giggle.
“Aw, just a little bit longer. You can take it out once we get back to the hotel.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Okay,” I sighed.
He smirked at me, giving my ass a smack as he walked past me. Yeah… sometimes I really wanted to hate him.
After that we got cleaned up and went out to greet the fans. The longer I had to wait, the worse my mood got. Time wore on, girl after girl after girl shoving cds, ticket stubs, and decades-old posters in front of me to sign. I wasn’t being as friendly to them as usual, and I knew they could probably tell; I felt bad, but I could barely think straight.
Every now and then I glanced over at Taylor, and every time I saw the same shit-eating grin on his pretty mouth. He didn’t always come out to meet the fans, and when he did he never stayed out this long. He was really getting into the whole torture thing, maybe a little too into it. I started to envision tying him to the bed and fucking him myself if he didn’t give me what I wanted; despite this sudden power-trip, he was a sub at heart, so I doubted he’d complain that much.
On the bus ride back to the hotel, I tried to corner him in the back lounge and demand my reward, but he conveniently got a phone call as soon as we started moving. I didn’t know if it was Natalie or Scott, and I didn’t really care. I sat in the back alone, sulking. I knew he wouldn’t keep me hanging forever, but I’d never been a patient guy.
I heard him laugh at something, and pouted more. I didn’t like thinking about his relationships, but what hurt more was just how happy he seemed with Scott. It was immature and stupid to get jealous, but… I couldn’t help it. Still, at least I had him in some way, and I took a twisted pleasure knowing I got more of his time than both of them combined.
Finally we reached the hotel, and Tay had to say goodbye to whichever lover he was currently sweet-talking. I grinned a bit, that jealousy flaring up again; they saw him on breaks, but on tour he was all mine. And I couldn’t wait to take full advantage of that.
“You have fun talking to the fans, Zac?” He asked, still grinning like a cheshire cat; he was taking his sweet-ass time getting the door to our hotel open, pushing me just that little bit further.
“Yeah. Loads.”
“Aw, I know how much you love hanging out there, signing every single autograph, no matter how long it takes…”
“Pretty sure some of them doubled up.” I was positive I’d seen some of the faces more than once. I never said anything, but it always irked me a bit.
“Damn, they’re getting smart,” Tay laughed. “They get an A for effort, anyway.”
“Yeah…” I grumbled, kicking off my shoes and collapsing face down onto the bed.
“Aw, somebody tired?”
“Exhausted,” I mumbled into the mattress. All the sexual tension was starting to really wear on me, bordering on not even being enjoyable anymore.
“Well, I hope you’re not too tired,” Tay said quietly, sitting on the bed and rubbing my back; I turned my head to look at him. “I mean, you have been pretty good today. Took your punishment well.”
I nodded eagerly, hoping I’d finally get my reward.
“You think you’ve earned a treat?” He asked, and I nodded again. He ran his hand down my back slowly, barely grazing my ass. “Hmm… I don’t know…”
“Tay,” I whined, squirming.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can I please have sex now?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He stood up, pulling his shirt over his head; I couldn’t have hid my grin if I tried, and I didn’t care enough to. “See you just gotta be good… now, hurry up and strip.”
I stood up and pulled my clothes off as quick as I could, almost tripping on my jeans. I watched as Taylor stepped out of his own pants.
“Good boy,” he said, smirking. “Hands and knees on the bed.”
“Yes, Master.” I nodded once, then got into position. I felt the mattress dip with his weight, then felt his fingers trailing down my back. I trembled slightly, his hand cool.
“How’d it feel, huh?” He asked, running his hand over my ass. “Wearing it all day…”
“It… it was okay.” It really wasn’t, but I supposed it could have been worse, and I didn’t want to complain and have him make me wait even longer.
“Just okay?” he asked, smacking my ass lightly.
“It… didn’t hurt. I guess it felt… I dunno, just okay…”
“Just sorta teased you a little, huh? Left you wanting more?” Tay touched the base of the plug, the motion causing it to shift slightly.
“Mhm…”
“Yeah, you want me to give you more?” He began to tug on the plastic, pulling it out of me partly.
“Yes, please Master…”
He slid it in and out a little, kissing my back. I closed my eyes and gripped the sheets, trying to take in every little sensation.
“You have been a good boy today. I guess you’ve earned it.”
“Th-thank you,” I sighed, moaning as he removed the plug I felt his hands on my ass, rubbing it slowly, and his mouth, moving lower down my back. My eyes opened as I started to wonder how far he was going to go.
“Mm… Yeah, you’re all ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I whimpered, trembling; I could feel his breath on me as he spread my cheeks. Suddenly I felt his tongue, just barely brushing against my opening, and I gasped. I’d never even imagined him doing that, and didn’t even know it was something I wanted until he did it. But oh, it felt amazing, sending a shock of electric pleasure through me.
When he spoke, his voice was low, his tone dark, and it made me shiver almost as much as the thought of what he was about to do.
“I said you earned a treat, didn’t I?”