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Elliot woke up a few hours later. He was momentarily alarmed to discover a male body next to his, until he looked over and remembered the night before. He smirked, seeing that George was deeply asleep.
But not so deeply asleep that he wasn't dreaming, because if the quiet moan that slipped from his lips at the same time as a slight thrust of his hips was any indication, he was having a very nice dream indeed.
Smirking, he leaned forward and sucked on George's ear as lightly as he could, so that he could increase his arousal without waking him up. Another moan slipped past George's lips, and he reached a hand down, leaving no question what he wanted.
Elliot held on to George's hand and guided it, stroking George's cock until it was hard. Then he pushed George's hand away and stroked him himself, laughing quietly when George still stayed asleep. He was one deep sleeper, that was for sure. He'd have to tease him about it later, Elliot thought.
"Unh, El… Please…" George mumbled, shuddering.
"You want me to fuck you?" Elliot whispered into George's ear. "Because that's what I'm going to do for the rest of today. Get you all worked up and leave you a hot mess. I'm gonna ride you hard and put you away wet." He stroked him rougher, until he felt pre-come slicking his hand and George's muscles tensing.
Finally, George's eyes flew open and he moaned loudly as he came, spilling onto Elliot's hand and on the bed. He panted harshly, leaning against Elliot and letting him hold him through the powerful aftershocks.
"Good morning," Elliot purred, kissing George's neck. He let his warm breath land on the back of George's neck, making the smaller man shudder with each word. "I'd ask how you slept, but I think that's pretty self-evident. You're one hell of a deep sleeper, you know that?" He smirked into George's neck. "You have no idea how hot it was, watching you dream about me and trying to get yourself off. If I hadn't wanted to be the one to make you come so much, I would've let you jerk yourself off."
George moaned quietly, rocking back against him. Elliot responded by thrusting lightly between George's thighs, earning a desperate, begging whimper.
"We need to shower first," Elliot murmured, caressing George's stomach and rubbing gently. "But after that, we're going to pick up right where we left off. Is the collar waterproof?"
George reached a hand up and traced the collar with two of his fingers, only then remembering that the collar was there. "I think so. Most of my, uh, gear is; I don't even use real leather, just the good faux leather. It shouldn't be submerged, but I think it'd be okay in the shower. But I don't think the vibrator can get wet at all."
Elliot nodded. Instead of walking to the shower right away, though, he decided to tease George some more, putting his leg between George's and allowing his upper leg to brush George's cock. George shivered but stayed still, waiting until Elliot gave him permission. Once Elliot murmured, "It's okay," he took the bait, rubbing against him, desperately seeking relief.
"One would think that you'd be satisfied after you just came," Elliot taunted. "But I know better. I know what a little slut you really are. Doesn't matter how much you get off, you're still as desperate as if it had been years since you'd been fucked. You're insatiable. I should just put the vibrator in you and keep it there all day."
His hands were cold, so when he set them on George's back, it made him shudder heavily. He slid them lower, until they were between George's thighs. George gasped as Elliot started to finger him, rubbing his entrance and then pushing it in slowly, which was about the most he could do without lube.
"Oh god," George gasped, breath quickening. His eyes drifted closed and he gave a pleasured groan, relaxing his muscles to let the finger go deeper. "Elliot," he moaned, rocking against him.
Elliot yanked his finger out harshly. "Excuse me, but I seem to remember me telling you multiple times what you were to call me," he growled.
George blinked, and then hastily corrected himself. "Sorry, Master, it won't happen again," he said.
"I don't know if I believe you," Elliot growled. "I don't think you've learned your place yet. I think I ought to show you." George shivered at the words. "On my lap, the same as you were last night," Elliot said, pushing himself to a sitting position. George complied, shivering again at the vulnerability the position caused.
"All you had to do was remember your place," Elliot said, sighing. "But you just had to do things the hard way, didn't you?"
"Sorry, Master," George said, shifting as his cock screamed for attention. His legs quivered and he squirmed, trying desperately to keep himself off the edge.
"Cool it," Elliot snapped. "Even a slut like you should have more self-control than that. Do I need to tie you up again to do this?"
"No, Master, I'm trying to stay still," George said quietly.
"Good," Elliot said. Then, without another word, he ran his hand over George's ass and smacked it.
George groaned, biting his lip to try and fight the need to move. If Elliot wanted him to show self-control, he couldn't have chosen a worse punishment. This was just about the only way he could come without his cock being stimulated directly, and with the force Elliot was using… there was no question that he was going to come if Elliot kept this up.
Elliot hit him again, and George tensed every muscle in his lower body, desperately trying to prevent himself from climaxing.
"Figures that you'd be enough of a bitch to like this," Elliot said, slapping his ass yet again. George's reply instead became a low groan, more pleasure than pain. "I bet you won't like it if I do it harder, bitch," Elliot snapped, hitting him harder and harder each time.
But George was enjoying it; no matter how hard Elliot smacked him, the pleasure overrode the pain. He wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer, and he knew Elliot would be less than pleased when he released without permission.
"Master, I'm gonna-" he said, but Elliot ignored him and gave the hardest smack yet. "Please, I'm gonna come, I-"
"Shut up," Elliot hissed. "If you come, I'm just going to keep this up, but with a belt and the cock ring."
And George's mind exploded with pictures of what that would be like. He licked his lips, desperate, but then Elliot's hand came down on him again and that was it.
"Ohhhh!" he cried as he tipped over the edge, muscles shaking.
Once he came down from the post-orgasmic high, he realized that the skin on his backside was stinging and irritated. Without the pleasure to detract from the pain, it became more intense and painful.
Elliot reached under him and grabbed his cock, squeezing painfully until George gasped. "Stay still," Elliot commanded. "This is your punishment for not controlling yourself. The belt isn't good enough at this point."
Elliot stroked him lightly, the touch absolutely torturous so soon after an orgasm, and moved his other hand down to palm his balls. George moaned helplessly, but Elliot didn't stop. He removed one hand, using individual fingers instead of a fist to tease his cock and balls, and used his free hand to slap his ass again and again.
George groaned loudly; if Elliot kept this up, it would get to the point where even a feather touching his backside would be painful. He already knew sitting down comfortably would be out of the question for the next few days.
"Unnh… Master, please, I won't forget again," George moaned. "I won't, I promise. I'll only call you Master or Sir-" He yelped when Elliot hit him again- "Please!"
"Quiet," Elliot snapped. "Lie on you back."
"Yes, Sir," George muttered, lifting off Elliot's lap and moving into position. He winced at the sensation the sheets rubbing against him caused, but forced himself to lie still.
Elliot stood up and left the room. He came back, holding his belt, and smirked at the thought of torturing George's cock and balls. He almost winced sympathetically when he thought about it, but he knew George would be able to handle it and he trusted him to safeword if he couldn't.
He pushed at George's thighs, and the smaller man took the hint and moved his legs apart. Elliot walked over to where he'd set the ropes and retrieved them, quickly tying George up again. "Stay quiet," Elliot said. "If you need a gag, now's the time to ask."
George shuddered in anticipation, and Elliot couldn't help but smirk again. George had no idea what was coming; he was probably expecting Elliot to just hit his torso and legs.
He lifted the belt and whipped George's dick, not hard enough to cause overwhelming pain but still enough to hurt. George bit his lips to hold back a groan, wriggling as much as he could with the ropes.
Elliot had observed the time it took George to become hard again after he came, and figured that his body had had enough recovery time by now. Elliot took quite a bit longer, but that made it more fun, since he would be able to tease George so much. Elliot was still hard and hungry for him, not having climaxed since the night before, but he managed to keep the tension under control, knowing that as soon as this was done George would turn his attention to him.
He leaned forward and bit George's left nipple, earning a gasp and then a groan as George threw his head back. Then he pulled back and teased George's cock, running his finger along the underside of the shaft and then rubbing the head, until George hardened again and his legs quivered.
And then he smacked George's dick with the belt again, causing it to become a bit softer, but he immediately grasped it and stroked it back to hardness. George moaned, wriggling his hips desperately. "Oh god, Master, please-"
Elliot picked the belt up and hit him again, silencing him. He established a pattern; he'd hit him, stroke his cock again, hit him a little harder or a little softer to shake things up, and then stroke him again.
George was panting harshly, whimpering with each blow of the belt and then groaning as Elliot's hand brought him back to full arousal. The pain on his sensitive cock was bordering on intolerable, but with each of Elliot's strokes it became increasingly fused with the pleasure, until eventually, his arousal was so heightened that his cock stayed hard no matter how hard Elliot hit it.
Elliot noticed and chuckled softly, setting the belt down. "There just isn't anything that doesn't turn you on, is there, slut?" he taunted, grasping George's balls and squeezing them tightly.
George moaned loudly, but managed to gasp his answer. "Not much, Master," he said.
Elliot released George's balls and straddled his hips. "How did you manage it before you became my bitch?" he murmured into George's ear. "Maybe you weren't this desperate all the time, but I know you wouldn't've gone long without it."
"I… unh…" George said. He could barely think. It felt like all the blood in his body had abandoned his brain to fill his groin, and he just couldn't seem to focus on anything else. "I, unh-"
Elliot pinched his nipple harshly. "Answer me, bitch. Do I need to repeat the question?"
"No, Master," George said. "I…" A moan slipped past him. He closed his eyes for a moment, reveling in the sensations, until he finally was able to think of an answer to Elliot's question. He blushed heavily, so embarrassed but so aroused.
"Well?" Elliot said, prompting him again by squeezing his cock. He sucked on George's ear, then let it go. "All those times when there wasn't anyone around but you needed to get off. How did you handle all that tension? You can pretend well at work, but I don't think you'd be able to indefinitely…"
George shuddered. "I, I thought of you," he said, blushing so much that it felt like his face was on fire. "I pictured you fucking me. I didn't picture it being like this, I didn't think you'd be into BDSM, but I knew you'd be the dominant one if we ever did. I had always been either a top or a dominant bottom before, but with you, I wanted to be the submissive."
Elliot ran his hand over George's chest and stomach, stopping occasionally to tease a nipple. His breathing became harder. "Is that when you used the vibrator? When you wanted to feel like it was me pounding your tight little ass and dominating you like no one else had before? Or did you just touch yourself and only use the toys on the others?"
George shivered lightly as he realized just how much Elliot was aroused by the idea of him masturbating. When Elliot had had him touch himself the night before, he had known that he had to like it at least a little, but now he realized that Elliot absolutely loved it. Whether it was a fetish of Elliot's, or if it was just with him, he didn't know, and he didn't know why Elliot liked it so much, either. But the idea that something usually considered embarrassing could turn him on so much was a pleasant change. He smiled as he gave his answer, choosing each word carefully, wanting to drive Elliot wild like Elliot had done to him so many times already.
"Well," George said, feeling his dominant side come back as he thought about the effect his words would have on Elliot, "What do you think I did? My hands aren't anywhere as big or strong as yours are, you know that." He turned his head and licked his lips, slowly, deliberately, watching Elliot's reaction. "Touching myself could only satisfy me for so long. I needed the vibrator in me, and I needed it to be so big and thick that it almost hurt, otherwise it wouldn't be enough like you. Every damn morning I'd wake up hard after dreaming about you, and I had to take a cold shower because I didn't have time to take care of it before I had to leave. And then at night I'd come home and wonder what you were doing, if you were thinking about me the way I was thinking about you. And when I thought about you, I'd get so hard I couldn't stand it. I wanted your cock in me and it was impossible to find a good enough substitute. So I'd lube myself up and put the vibrator in me, and I'd crank it all the way up. And then I'd grab my dick and jerk it and think of you naked, saying you wanted me, pushing me on my back and fucking me so hard I screamed. I'd moan and shake and then I'd come hard, yelling your name."
Elliot closed his eyes from arousal at the images George was conjuring. George smirked, leaning forward as much as he could with the ropes restraining him to kiss Elliot's lips. He opened his mouth to allow Elliot's tongue to slide in, and moaned softly as Elliot teased his tongue with his own.
"I can see how much the thought drives you wild," George purred when Elliot broke the kiss. "You like being in control, you like being the only one who can make me come, but the thought of watching me touching myself and using a vibrator drives you crazy. You want to watch me pump my cock just as much as you want to tie me up and tease me. You can't get enough of it."
"Careful," Elliot growled, picking up the belt again and working it in his hands so that it made a loud crack! "You're right, the idea does turn me on, but don't go acting all pleased with yourself for figuring it out. I just got done reminding you who the boss is around here and I can show you again as many times as you need until the message gets through."
"Sorry, Master," George said innocently. He smirked inwardly, knowing his words had had the desired effect and made Elliot lose control, even if it was only for a few seconds. "I was just happy to see that you're as turned on by me as I am by you."
He decided to stop trying to make Elliot slip up, though, at least for now. Even if his dominant side refused to be completely quashed, he did like being Elliot's submissive and he didn't want to ruin Elliot's enjoyment of dominating.
"This one time, I'll be lenient," Elliot said. "Just because you were hot as hell. But don't let it happen again, got it?"
George nodded and said, "Okay, thanks."
"Now, I believe I said, before you started misbehaving, that we were going to take a shower," Elliot said. "So I'm going to untie you. I want you to pick a waterproof toy and bring it with you."
"Okay, Master," George said, nodding. "Um… Should I bring some lube, too?"
Elliot considered just slicking George up with shower water and saliva, but decided to allow him to have an actual lubricant. "Yes," he said, starting to untie George's legs. He quickly finished and moved on to his arms. "And I hope that pretty mouth of yours isn't too tired from talking, because you're going to put it to use as soon as we get in the shower."
He finished untying George as he spoke. He kissed George quickly, then stood and walked to the bathroom. He found a spare toothbrush in the closet and brushed his teeth, grateful that George was so well-prepared.
George walked in, carrying the same dildo Elliot had used on him the night before and a half-full bottle of lube. He set the lube on the counter and poured some soap on the dildo. He washed it in the warm water, then set it on the counter next to the lube and grabbed his own toothbrush.
Elliot waited for George to finish brushing his teeth. Once he was done, Elliot kissed him deeply, working his tongue into George's mouth and firmly grasping his waist. George wrapped his arms around Elliot's neck and returned the kiss hungrily. His erection hadn't faltered any since Elliot had punished it with the belt, and Elliot was probably even more desperate, considering he hadn't gotten to come since the night before.
Elliot took his hands off George's waist and cupped his ass, relishing George's hiss of pain as he did so. Pressing their cocks together elicited the same response, but with the addition of a pleasured groan.
Elliot pulled away to kiss and suck on George's neck around the collar. George gave a soft moan, turning his head to allow Elliot more access. Elliot put his arms under George's knees and tugged, prompting him to hold on to his neck tightly, and lifted him. George wrapped his legs around Elliot's waist as he backed him into the opposite wall, kissing him deeper than ever.
He pulled one of George's arms off his neck and whispered, "Grab our dicks and stroke them together. Not enough to make us come, though." Then he pressed his lips to George's and held on to him tighter, grateful for his strength. He was confident that he could keep this up for quite a while without any risk of dropping him.
George complied, moaning into Elliot's mouth as his hand touched them. Their cocks pressing together alone would have been satisfying, and with his hand working them both, it was even better.
Elliot sighed, trying to decide whether to stop and finish this in the shower or not. On the one hand, the plan he'd come up with would feel even better, but on the other hand, breaking away at this point felt impossible.
Finally, he broke the kiss and set George down. "Shower, now," he growled. "Bring the lube and dildo with you."
George grabbed the items and followed him. He climbed in and set the items to the side, then leaned against the back wall, pushing his hips out to let Elliot see his erection. Elliot chuckled lowly and reached behind him to smack his ass, earning a yelp.
"That's what happens when you try to tease me," Elliot said. He cupped George's chin and tilted it upwards, kissing him briefly before turning around and adjusting the temperature of the water. He turned the water on and reached a hand back, tugging George towards him.
"Lean back," he murmured, wrapping one arm around George's lower back. He grabbed some liquid soap and squeezed it into his hand. When George complied, Elliot started rubbing the soap over his back and front. He played with George's nipples as he washed them, rubbing the hard, peaked nubs and then sucking them. He washed George's legs as best he could, though he didn't do his feet for fear of making George lose his balance. Then he moved to George's hard cock, washing it almost painfully slow, rubbing the soap in and occasionally squeezing the shaft, earning several loud moans. Then he moved on to George's balls. He rubbed them, working them slow and then fast when George's breathing turned to harsh, aroused panting.
"Ohhhhh, fuck," George hissed, arching against him. Elliot squeezed George's balls painfully tight, smirking in satisfaction as a groan escaped him and he cried, "God, please, Master, please- oh, fuck!"
"My, my, you have a dirty mouth," Elliot scolded teasingly. "I may just have to fix that by not letting you say anything at all." He let George go, and his submissive sighed in relief.
Elliot washed himself quickly, getting only the essential areas. George watched him hungrily. Once Elliot finished washing between his legs, he turned to George and growled, "On your knees." George complied, moving carefully to avoid slipping. "I think you know what I want."
"Yes, Sir," George muttered, licking his lips. He shifted forward and set his hands on Elliot's hips, using them as leverage as he took Elliot into his mouth. Elliot didn't taste quite as good as he had last night, but he was still good.
"Ah, George," Elliot sighed, twining his fingers in George's hair. "You're so fucking good at this."
"Mmm," George hummed around Elliot's sizeable cock. He started sucking faster, wanting to hear Elliot yell his name.
Elliot started to thrust into his mouth. George let him, even though it hurt his throat. He used his tongue to add more stimulation, and got the desired effect. Elliot moaned loudly, and he cried, "George!" as he started to get close.
George continued giving him exactly what he wanted, expertly working the hard flesh. Elliot's muscles shook, and he started sweating and panting, groaning his name again. The way he said it, filled with so much lust and delight, made George smile around Elliot's cock.
He choked a little when warm, sticky fluid suddenly rushed into his mouth. Elliot didn't notice, too lost in the pleasure of his own release. George managed to swallow most of the liquid, but he still coughed and had to move his mouth off of Elliot to be able to breathe.
"Mm- shit, George, are you okay?" Elliot asked, the cough getting his attention.
"Y-Yeah," George gasped. He coughed twice more, then got his breath back. "Just took me by surprise, that's all."
Elliot helped him up, then scooped him into his arms and kissed him. George relaxed into the kiss, content and calm. After the fast pace they'd been going at since the previous night, it was nice to slow down for a minute.
Elliot's arms wrapped securely around his back, while George's arms wound themselves around Elliot's neck. This kiss was more than lust, it was a connection, even deeper than when Elliot had held him the night before.
George completely loved this. He loved the trust they were giving each other and the way they were satisfying each other, George giving Elliot his submission and Elliot giving him his domination. They both made themselves vulnerable dong that but they could clear trust each other to handle it.
George wanted to voice to Elliot how much he was enjoying this- all of it- but he couldn't find the words. Finally he simply broke away and said, "This is amazing. Thank you."
"Thank you," Elliot replied, surprising George. He knew that Elliot could easily have used his words to insult him or to further the scene, and while he wouldn't have minded in the least, this was a touching gesture. Elliot was choosing to be kind instead of engaging in more power play.
George started wondering about what they might do if they continued this beyond their thirty hour timeframe. There was a lot they could do, and their relationship could become a lot deeper. It might even expand into a romantic relationship instead of just a sexual one.
Now there was an idea. George swallowed hard, looking Elliot over. He liked the thought of being with Elliot. He didn't feel love yet, but he knew he could and would with time. Elliot would probably be the same.
"We'll talk later," Elliot said, seeing the look on George's face. He had some things he had to say as well. "For now, I'm going to assume you're ready to continue, unless you safeword."
"Yes Sir," George said softly. He kissed Elliot's lips softly, and was happy and surprised when Elliot returned the kiss with the same softness. His heart fluttered happily. Maybe this would work after all.
Elliot reached down and started stroking George's cock, which had gotten a little softer in the last few minutes. He sat George back down and grabbed the lube and dildo from the side of the tub.
George shuddered in anticipation, knowing Elliot would be absolutely merciless with the toy. It was quite large for him and he was still sore from their previous activities.
"Against the wall, legs spread, bitch," Elliot growled. George panted eagerly as he complied, leaning on the wall for support and wriggling when he heard the sound of the tube being opened. The dominant side of him that had surfaced earlier was completely gone now, and all he wanted was for Elliot to send him completely into subspace with his only thoughts being to serve, to obey.
He loved being Elliot's bitch. He wouldn't have used the word before, but now- the humiliation of it combined with all it entailed was perfect, better than a word like "pet" ever could be. He was Elliot's bitch and he wanted Elliot to remind him again and again. He wanted Elliot to hurt and humiliate him even more than he'd done so far.
He wanted to vocalize his desire, but once again he couldn't find the words. He licked his lips and whispered, "Master, please…"
Elliot stepped behind him and bit his neck around the collar. "Please what?" he challenged.
"Please…." George bit his lip. "Please, please make me your bitch," he begged.
"You are already," Elliot murmured, sucking on his ear. "So what is it that you want?"
"I want you-" He moaned when Elliot sucked his ear again- "I want you to…"
"Spit it out, you filthy whore," Elliot growled.
The words made the small blush that had been on his cheeks spread like wildfire over his face, but the insult was enough to make him force the words out. "I want you to treat me like the little bitch I am! Punish me, make me behave, make me do things that a dirty slut like me deserves! Make me your sex slave and fucking have your way with me to remind me that I belong to you! Whip me and smack me and fuck me so hard that I scream in pain!"
He was breathing so heavily that he barely even noticed that Elliot actually moaned at his words. But his next words were as strong and confident as ever, giving no indication of his slip-up. "You want to be my bitch?" Elliot growled. "Then you'll be my bitch. Come on." He turned the water off and all but yanked George out of the shower. He almost fell, but Elliot steadied him before that could happen.
Elliot got him against the wall again, in the same position he'd just been in. He cupped George's ass and massaged it, making him shudder and blush heavily. He spread his legs eagerly and Elliot shoved the dildo inside him, rough and painful, the toy stretching him uncomfortably wide and crashing into his prostate.
"Oh, god, please," George gasped, bucking back.
"Not so fast, bitch," Elliot snapped. "You have a long way to go before you earn getting fucked again. That's just to keep you ready for me so I can bend you over and fuck you without having to waste time making you comfortable. Now get on your knees. Now!"
George moaned and struggled to obey, his leg muscles suddenly trembling and refusing to cooperate. He somehow managed to turn around and get into position, dropping to his knees and obediently waiting for Elliot's next instructions.
His cock was screaming for attention, but he knew Elliot wasn't about to give him any pleasure. George knew their BDSM was about to get even rougher; he was going to hurt more and not be allowed an orgasm nearly as often.
He couldn't say he regretted it in the least.
He liked being Elliot's bitch far, far too much to have any regrets. As long as Elliot was dominating him, he was okay with whatever they did. He still wanted this to continue after the thirty hours were up and he wanted their relationship to turn into more, but for now he was willing to live in the moment.
As long as he got to be Elliot's bitch, he truly had no complaints.
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