Marcelo walked into the bungalow, a scowl spread out across his features. He looked around for Remi and saw light visible from the crack underneath the bathroom door. He stepped up to the door and rapped on it, his heavy hands making the knocking sound louder than he intended it to be.
"Open the door."
"Nuuu."
"Open the door now, Mateo."
"I don't wanna."
"If you open it now, your punishment won't be as bad."
Remi squeaked and curled in on himself. He felt throbbing in between his legs that worsened as the seconds passed.
"Mateo, if you don't open this door in five seconds, I'm kicking it down, gagging you, and tying you to the bed."
Remi whined. He didn't want to be gagged. Marcelo gagged him one time before he got pregnant, and he hated it. Marcelo knew this.
"I don't wanna be gagged!"
"Then open the door."
With heavy reluctance, Remi stood up and slowly walked over to the door. He lifted a shaky hand and place it on the door knob. With one small twist, the door unlocked. With another, the door cracked ajar and gradually slid open to reveal Marcelo standing there with his hands on either side of the door frame.
Remi looked up at Marcelo's mean, green eyes. They were much, much darker than they had been earlier. Remi knew that he was in deep trouble.
"Strip and get on the bed."
"No," Remi said with a pout, his eyebrows tightening.
"I am not in the mood for brattiness. Strip and get on the fucking bed."
Remi crossed his arms over his chest and stomped over to the bed. He took his now dry bikini off and threw it on the floor. He then hopped up onto the bed and put his knees up to his chest, his pout deepening.
Marcelo undressed himself before grabbing Remi's bikini off of the floor and putting it in a plastic bag with all of their other used swim trunks. Remi saw that Marcelo was hard as a rock, and that turned him on to the max. Despite this, he remained balled up with a pout on his face.
With Remi's eyes on him the entire time, Marcelo bent down and opened his suitcase. He reached in and grabbed another plastic bag. Remi was curious as to what was in it. Marcelo reached in before pulling out a silk object that was baby blue as well as a gold packet and a metal object that was silver and shimmered underneath the light that came from the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed.
Marcelo stood up and began walking over to the bed. That's when Remi realized what the items were. He whined and moved backwards on the bed. "No, I'm sorry, Celo. I won't be a b-brat. Don't use those."
"But you were. You know that brats get punished, but you decided to be one anyway. Hold your wrists behind your back."
Remi whined again, but he went ahead and obeyed, not wanting his punishment to get any worse. He turned around and held his arms behind his back. Marcelo hooped the handcuffs around Remi's wrists and locked them up firmly. He told Remi to turn back around and lay on his back. Remi obeyed once more.
The world was soon turned black for Remi when Marcelo tied the baby blue blindfold over his eyes and around his head.
Marcelo then grumbled and ran his hands down Remi's body before running them back up it and around his head, lifting it up from the bed. He held his member up and placed his tip on Remi's lips, running it over the pink skin. "Suck. No teeth and no complaints."
Remi obeyed and opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around Marcelo's tip. He tasted precum on his tongue and he hummed lightly at the taste that he loved. He sucked there for a few seconds before he slid his mouth down slowly, careful not to let his teeth interfere. Then, he came back up and repeated the process again.
Remi felt Marcelo get harder and harder every time that he moved his mouth down. Therefore, the next time, he stayed there and swallowed Marcelo deeper and deeper into his throat. Marcelo groaned and placed a hand on the back of Remi's head, holding him there.
"Oh, fuck."
Each of Marcelo's groans and moans had Remi tightening his legs together, feeling himself throb and self lubricate.
Wanting more, Marcelo waited until Remi came back up before he pushed Remi's head back down. Then, he gripped Remi's hair and pulled him back up and pushed him down once more. He kept repeating that, picking up speed each time to where he was face fucking Remi with no mercy. Remi gagged a few times, but he didn't complain. He tried his best to take his punishment and make Marcelo proud.
By the end, Remi was a mess with spit and cum all over his mouth. He panted, laying his head back down on the pillow and licking his lips since he couldn't wipe them thanks to his hands being cuffed behind his back.
Foolishly, Remi relaxed, thinking that Marcelo would want to take a few seconds to rehabilitate himself. But, he was wrong. All that Marcelo was doing was taking some time to open the gold packet that he'd grabbed—which was a condom since he didn't trust himself to remember to pull out at the moment—and put the condom that was inside of it on, of course taking off his piercing before he did so.
Marcelo then grabbed Remi's ankles, opening his legs wide. Remi soon felt Marcelo's already hard again member against his slit. Marcelo wasted no time as he began pushing in, making Remi squirm around. For some reason, not being able to see or move his arms and hands made everything feel way more sensitive. He tried to move his ankles out of Marcelo's grip, but Marcelo gripped them tighter and spread his legs back open wide, speeding up his thrusts.
"UHNNN!" Remi moaned. He couldn't take it. It felt too good. He continued to squirm, moving his arms and hands as he tried to get out of the cuffs. He wanted to touch, scratch, fist the sheets, anything to help him cope with the pleasure running through his body. "C-Celo."
Marcelo ignored him and kept going.
Remi then tried to move Marcelo's hands down off of him by bending his knees and bringing them up to his chest to push Marcelo off with his feet.
"Stay still," Marcelo demanded. Remi didn't listen as he continued to try and move Marcelo off of him. "Stay still, Mateo. I'm not going to tell you again."
Remi reluctantly relaxed his legs and let Marcelo thrust his hips into him faster than a gun can shoot a bullet. To make it even worse, once Remi calmed down, Marcelo pressed Remi's knees down against his chest. Because of how little Remi was, he could feel Marcelo deep, moving in his stomach. He moaned and started back up on pushing his feet against Marcelo's chest.
Marcelo leaned over and bit at the soft lobe of Remi's ear.
"To think that you were begging me to give it to you, and now you can't even take it," he said lowly, smugly. "I remember you being able to take me much better than this. I guess you'll be my bad boy now. Bad boys have it much worse."
Marcelo then flipped Remi over onto his knees. He pushed the side of Remi's face into the pillow before he grabbed his hips and began pounding into him. Remi moaned and tried to grab at Marcelo with his cuffed hands. He ended up grabbing at the air every time. Marcelo slapped his bottom and squeezed it hard. "Take it. Take every inch of me."
"Please, I'm s-sorry. M'not a bad boy. M'not a brat."
Marcelo ignored Remi's pleading and continued ramming into him. Remi bit his lip, and his toes curled. He wanted to see. No matter how many times he rubbed his face against the pillow, however, the blindfold wouldn't come off.
Noticing what Remi was doing, Marcelo grabbed Remi's cuffed hands and yanked them back so that Remi's torso and head rose off of the bed to where only his knees, legs, and feet were touching the bed. Marcelo used his hands as leverage to hammer him hard and fast. Remi's mouth opened wide, and he felt his eyes cross behind the blindfold.
"Show me you can take it, baby."
Remi whined. He felt his release coming, building up in his stomach. The coils of heat were expanding, moving lower and lower with each thrust. Marcelo's words didn't make them any better
"Wanna l-let it g-go."
"Be a good boy and take it, and I'll let you cum."
Remi panted and moaned. He bit his lip hard to keep in any whines.
It felt so, so good as the coils passed through his lower body. And when Marcelo finally gave him the green light, it felt even better to let said coils go. Remi came with a scream that made Marcelo happy that they didn't have any neighbors.
Marcelo was next as he wrapped his arms around Remi, pulling him up against his chest, hugging him as he came. He shook, and he grunted, but he never let go of Remi. Even as his body let him relax, he kept a tender grip on the brown-eyed boy, whispering sweet praises into his ear.
He turned Remi's head slightly and carefully slipped the blindfold off of him while placing pillow soft kisses on his neck all the way to his ear. As he asked his next words, he wiped Remi's tears of pleasure away and replaced them all with kisses.
"Now tell me what was wrong, baby boy?"
Remi whimpered, but he nodded obediently. "I-I wanted you to call me princess for real. I like it when you do that, but I didn't wanna sound funny."
Turning Remi around and sitting him in his lap, Marcelo caressed Remi's red cheeks and kissed his nose.
"I would never laugh at something that you like. Don't be afraid to tell me that you like something. I want to make you happy so always let me know how I can do that."
Remi nodded and sniffled. Marcelo wiped more of his tears as they fell. Then he hugged Remi to his chest and squeezed him gently.
"Daddy loves you, princess."
Hot tinges of pleasure shot up and down Remi's spine. He looked up into Marcelo's eyes and saw that they were back to normal. Back to their sweet, bright, forest green color that comforted him like a hug. He'd done it. He'd made Marcelo proud.
Smiling, Remi nodded and spoke his next words naturally.
"I love you too."