George. What are you doing?” Dream whispered.
George smiled, before pulling his hand away from Dream’s crotch. “Nothing.”
The two were sitting in the middle of a restaurant with their friends, Sapnap, Karl, and Quackity, waiting for their food.
Ever since they pulled up in the driveway, George was acting strange. Or at least, Dream thought so.
He was acting very.. touchy. At first, Dream brushed it off; it wasn’t abnormal for his boyfriend to crave physical touch. But he was doing it a lot, especially as they sat in the restaurant. And when he quietly scolded George about his behaviour, he received a sly grin, which brought him to the conclusion that the brunette was doing this on purpose.
And, God, he wished he would stop. Dream was able to ignore it at first, but it became awfully distracting, especially when George groped him under the table unexpectedly and roughly.
“George, stop that. Please,” Dream warned, shifting nervously as his boyfriend teased him again. “Our friends are literally sitting right across from us.”
“Fine,” George replied, “Just for now though.”
“Thank you,” Dream grumbled, though a part of him wished for the pleasure to continue.
“Dream, your face is really red,” Sapnap said from across the table. “You alright?”
“I-uh-yeah, yeah, it’s just a little hot in here.” Dream side glanced at George, who had a coy look on his face.
Karl squinted at him before glancing at George. “You wanna step out for a bit? The food’s probably not gonna come for a while. You can go cool down.”
“Yeah, man,” Quackity added, worry evident in his voice, “You can go.”
Dream sighs, “Okay, alright, I’ll be back quickly though.”
He slid out of the restaurant booth and headed to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror for a few moments before splashing his face with water. As he closed his eyes, he imagined what he would do to punish George for his behaviour. Crimson red ropes, tight handcuffs, and maroon and violet bruises–
Fuck.
He shook his head before pushing open the men’s restroom door open and walking back to their table.
“Dream! Do you like mint chocolate ice cream?” Sapnap asked as Dream slid back into the booth.
“Uh,”–he looked at his friends nervously–“yeah? I guess? A bit? Maybe?”
“See, see?! He agrees with me!” Karl exclaimed, “I’m not weird! Mint chocolate ice cream is good!”
“Good? That stuff is ATROCIOUS,” Quackity interrupted. “It’s disgusting! Foul! Rancid, even!”
“I agree,” Sapnap declared. “It-It’s like toothpaste flavoured ice cream. With chocolate chunks.”
Karl huffed. “You don’t get it! It’s not that bad. You guys are just dramatic.”
As the three boys argued, George glimpsed at Dream. He placed his hand on Dream’s thigh causing him to jump. The brunette smiled, stroking his boyfriend’s leg before moving to his clothed dick.
“George,” Dream squeaked, shutting his eyes and propping his elbows on the table to cover his eyes. “Stop it. Please. You’re going to get us caught.”
“Then you better be quiet for me, baby.”
Dream felt his erection throb in his jeans, and he stifled a whiny moan. “George,” he croaked again. It seemed to be the only word he could mutter out. “George.”
As George’s hand moved faster, he felt his orgasm creeping closer. He squeezed his eyes shut, tensing his entire body, preparing to–
George’s hand pulled away, and he giggled softly.
“W-what?”
“C’mon, Dreamie,” George snickered, leaning closer to his boyfriend. “Are you really that desperate to cum in public? Right in front of our friends?”
“B-but Geo–“
“Here’s your food, apologies for the wait,” the waiter announced, placing plates of steaming, fresh food on the table. “If you guys need anything, let me know. Enjoy!”
“Oh look, Dream. Food’s here. Eat your food and be a good boy for me, yeah?”
Dream, who’s mind was still foggy from the denied orgasm, didn’t have the energy to snap back at George. He picked up his fork and began eating. He would just have to put George back in his place once they got home.
~ ~ ~
“Shit, that was good,” Dream said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“Told you this place has the best food,” Sapnap replied. “We should come here more often.”
The waiter brought the bill, and Dream reached for it. He pulled out a couple of fifty dollar bills from his wallet and placed it on the table.
The boys exited the restaurant and were about to go their own ways for the night. “Thanks for paying for dinner tonight, Dream,” Sapnap said, smiling at Dream.
“Ah, it’s not a problem. Thanks for the restaurant recommendation, too.”
“Sapnap! Let’s go! Karl wants to hurry home and watch the movie already!” Quackity called from their car.
“Coming!” Sapnap yelled back, “Take care, man.”
After Dream watched Sapnap run back to his car, he headed back to George. He pulled the car door open, closing it shut and starting the car.
“Your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red after that stunt you pulled in there, slut.”
George’s eyes widened unexpectedly. “What?”
“You know what, Georgie. Teasing me right in front of our friends? Bold move of you, hm?”
George rolled his eyes. “You know you liked it. Not that big of a deal.”
Dream backed out of their parking spot, saying, “Watch your mouth. Don’t think you’re getting off easy tonight either. So shut it if you know what’s good for you, yeah?”
The car ride home was quiet, the only sound being the rumbling of the car engine. George had no idea what was about to come.
~ ~ ~
As they pulled into their driveway, George nervously looked at Dream. He knew how rough he could be with punishments. And George knew he wasn’t going easy, especially tonight.
“D-Dream? I’m sorry for what I did earlier. I shouldn’t have teased you, I’m sor–“
“Save it, darling. It’s too late for that. Now, be a good boy and go inside and get on the bed for me. I’ll be in soon, love.”
The pet names sent George reeling, and he quickly stumbled out of the car and into their house. (Of course, not without frantically fumbling with his keys.)
He bounded into their shared bedroom, before plopping himself down and waiting anxiously for his boyfriend. What would Dream do to punish him? Edge him until he’s crying and begging for release? Milk him and overstimulate him?
George could hardly contain himself; his whole body was trembling with anticipation.
“Hi, darling,” Dream said, entering the room with a plastic bag. He set the crinkly pouch that contained some items onto the bed before diving in for a kiss.
It was rough, with Dream licking and nipping at George’s raw lips. The lack of oxygen made George writhe, gripping at the bedsheets before pulling away with a gasp. “Pretty boy.”
“Dream,” George whimpered, lips twisting downwards into a pout.
“Ah ah, that’s not my name.”
“S-sir.”
Dream smiled amusedly. “Good boy. Now, do you know what you did wrong today?”
“Yes, sir. I teased you in front of Sapnap, and Karl, and Quackity. I didn’t mean to, sir, I’m really sorr–“
“Quiet, slut. I just asked you what you did wrong, not for you to apologize.” Dream reached for the bag, and George’s eyes followed. “You can apologize and cry all you want, baby. Just know I won’t stop until I’m satisfied.”
And as Dream pulled out the items from the bag, George’s eyes widened.
A spanking paddle, handcuffs, a dildo (George guessed it was at least 7 inches, which was smaller than Dream by a few inches), a cockring, and an unopened bottle of lube.
“Drea–Sir. Sir, I mean sir.”
“Hm? What is it?”
George whined, looking up pitifully at Dream.
“Aw, no. You’ve gone all quiet on me now? What happened to that confident little bitch at the restaurant?”
George responded with a quiet, desperate stare.
“Strip, bitch.”
The sub didn’t hesitate to comply, quickly taking off his shirt and pants. He removed his boxers, suppressing a mewl as his dick met the cold air.
“Good boy. Before I start, do you remember your colours?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Recite them for me, baby.”
“Red for stop, yellow for wait or check in, and green for go.”
“Perfect. Let me know if anything gets too much, ‘mkay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good,” Dream said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He patted his thighs, “Come bend over my knee.”
George listens, climbing over to his boyfriend and laying in his lap, presenting his pretty ass. “Bad boys who misbehave get spanks, isn’t that right, George?”
He hummed as a response.
“Words, slut. Or are you too fucked out to even say anything?”
“Yes, yes, sir. I deserve to be spanked.”
“Do you want my hand or the paddle, baby?”
“Your hand, sir.”
Smack!
The stinging pain caused George to cry out, burying his face into the cottony bed sheets. “What do we say now?”
“T-thank you!” George stammered, feeling tears sting corner of his eyes.
Dream began to repeatedly strike George’s ass, watching pleasantly as a beautiful crimson shade started to appear. George was squirming and sobbing, enjoying but simultaneously wishing the pain would stop. The brunette was never really a big fan of impact play, but when Dream introduced it to him, he loved it.
Now, George turns into a pile of mush when Dream spanks or hits him. The sharp pain makes him feel all floaty and happy, and Dream takes advantage to that. Although, his punishments aren’t really punishments if he enjoys the spanks, so Dream finds that a bit irritating. (But he loves dabbling in impact play with George anyways.)
“George? Baby? You still here with me?” Dream asked suddenly, pulling George out of the foggy trance he was in.
“Y-yes, sir,” George sniffled, pulling his face out from the tear-stained sheets.
“Aww, is the slut crying? I thought you liked this,” Dream cooed, soothingly rubbing George’s sore and bruised ass.
George leaned into his touch, still sobbing quietly. “N-no more, please.”
“What’s your colour, baby?”
A beat a silence. “Green..”
“Whore. I’ve done 25 spanks so far, do you think you deserve more?”
“No, noo–“ George whimpered, breaths becoming more laboured, “please, please, it hurts–“
“Shh, shh, I won’t do it anymore, okay? You did so good for me. Go sit against the headboard,” Dream said. George didn’t hesitate to comply, shuffling over to the headboard and sitting against it. His ass was sore, and his face was all wet with salty, smeared tears.
He watched as Dream reached for the handcuffs, lube, and cockring. “I’m gonna put this on you now. Sit still for me,” Dream said, obviously referencing the cockring. He carefully reached for George’s erect dick, causing him to cry out, and swiftly slipped it on. He stroked it a few times before letting go.
“Now, I’m not gonna put the cuffs on you, but if you don’t behave I will. Understood, slut?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Good. Glad you’re deciding to behave now. Spread your legs for me, baby, I’m gonna prep you.”
George instantly spread his legs apart, trembling with anticipation as he watched dream open the lube bottle and drizzle a generous amount on his fingers.
“Ready? We’re gonna start with two fingers first.”
“Yes, sir, I’m ready.”
When Dream pushed his fingers in, George crumbled. The pleasure was overwhelming, and he cried out in joy as Dream scissored, thrusted, and twisted his fingers.
After a few moments, George begged for another. “Another, sir, I want another, I can take it, please, sir, pl–“
“You’re so greedy, baby. You want this and you want that, you want so much. What a selfish little boy,” Dream snarled, adding a third finger regardless.
George was able to hold up well before Dream brushed his special spot, causing him to whimper and squirm. “Sir, sir, right there. Again, again, again, sir, please, please!”
“Aww, you want be to touched there? Want me to make you feel good?”
“Yes, yes please, s-sir!”
Dream smiled at the state his boyfriend was in. “Okay, whatever you say.”
He continued to jab, rub, and fuck his sweet spot, admiring the heavenly sounds that slipped out of George. George’s orgasm grew closer, creeping up on him, slowly but surely, until–
Dream pulled his fingers out, smiling wickedly. “N-no, Drea–sir, sir, give them back, please, no–“ George babbled, more tears slipping down his cheeks.
“Doesn’t feel good to be denied, does it? Just giving you a taste of your own medicine, baby. You’re prepped enough anyways.”
George continued to cry softly, desperately needing more friction. He was tempted to get himself off, but Dream probably wouldn’t be too happy with that decision.
Glassy eyes watched as Dream lube up the dildo before pressing the tip at George’s entrance.
“Since this is a punishment, you won’t get my dick right away. Hell, you might not even get my dick if you misbehave too much. So for now, you get the dildo. Understood?”
George thought it was unfair, but at least he’d get fucked by something. “Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Good boy. Relax a bit for me, yeah?”
George tried his best to sit still as Dream pushed the toy in. The stretch burned, but Dream’s encouraging words helped George calm down. Dream finally bottomed, admiring the blissed out expression his boyfriend had on his face.
“So pretty, baby. You’re such a pretty little slut for me. Let me know when I can move.”
After a few moments, George whispered a tiny, “Move, please.”
Within the first few thrusts, George instantly noticed something. The dildo didn’t seem to hit George deep enough to reach his prostate, making the sensation not as pleasurable.
This was part of the punishment.
“S-sir, sir,” George cried, gripping at the bed sheets for purchase. “Deeper, I-I need-it won’t-not deep enough–“
“Aww, the poor whore needs more? Isn’t this enough? I’m fucking you, isn’t that what you wanted?” Dream teased, causing George to sob and whine even more.
His cock was aching for release, the tip a scarlet shade. George swore he was going to burst, he needed to come now.
“Please, please, plea–“ George was so close, but Dream pulled the dildo out last minute. He was so close yet so far from his orgasm. “No! No, no, sir, I need to cum, please, please..”
Dream just ignored him, waiting for George to calm down again. “You don’t get to make demands, baby. This is a punishment. We’re not going to start again until you calm down.”
It was unfair, George was doing so well earlier. Sure, maybe he did misbehave in the restaurant, but he was being good! George pouted, and Dream slyly smiled right back.
It was a painful cycle, of Dream edging George and pulling out the toy, leaving the sub desperate for release. His cock dripped with pre-cum, and George whined.
“George? You still with me, baby?”
George mumbled something incoherent; he was too out of it to respond properly.
“Poor boy, can I hear your colour?” Dream said, setting the dildo aside. He stroked George’s thigh soothingly.
“Green, but I really need to come, sir, please, please,” George mewled quietly, more fresh tears falling from his eyes.
Dream was mean during punishments, but he didn’t want to push George too far. “Okay, baby. I’m gonna take off the ring now, okay? The punishment is over, you did so well for me. My perfect boy.”
Dream was careful to remove the ring, making sure to make no sudden movements. “Do you want me to jerk you off or fuck you?”
George smiled woozily, “Fuck me, please.”
And Dream did just that, shucking off his pants and lubing up his dick to fuck his boyfriend. He set a relentless and quick pace, hitting George’s prostate with every thrust (something George was happy to feel again.)
At this point, George was babbling unintelligibly, his speech being a mix of please’s and thank you’s, along with sir’s and Dream’s.
Dream’s pace became sloppier and erratic, a sign that he was nearing his release. He began to suck deep love marks into George’s smooth, alabaster skin, watching as spots of crimson and lilac bruises blossomed.
“S-sir, can I cum? Please? Please, please, please, sir, I need it!” George pleaded, shaking and trembling as Dream pounded into him.
“Shit, yeah, go ahead, baby. You’ve been so good for me. Cum, cum for me,” Dream said.
Instantly, sticky white ropes sputtered out of George’s aching cock, causing George to let out a lewd cry. Luckily for him, Dream finished quickly after, spilling down George’s worn hole with a deep groan. He had to prevent himself from collapsing onto his boyfriend, who looked like he was already half asleep.
“Fuck… fuck,” Dream groaned, still panting heavily. “I’ll go run us a bath, yeah?”
George was quiet, but started to sniffle softly, his once peaceful face twisting into a distressed expression. Tears started to slip down his face, and a pang of worry struck his chest.
“Hey, hey, I got you, baby. Shh, I’m here, I’m here,” Dream said, pulling George into a gentle hug (despite their sticky and dirty chests,) “I’m here, it’s okay. Let it all out, baby. You did so well for me.”
George just continued to cry and sob as he was slowly brought out of the euphoric place his little mind was once in. “D-Dre–“ George hiccuped, squeezing his arms around Dream’s chest tightly.
“It’s okay, George. Just breathe with me, shh.”
They sat in each others’ arms for a while, with Dream rubbing comforting circles into George’s back and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
“Hi,” George whispered quietly, voice tiny and uncertain.
“Hello, love,” Dream said, pulling away from George’s neck to look at him. They were both a mess, with cum drying on their chests and sweat clinging onto their bodies.
“I-I’m sorry,” George admitted, gaze drifting away from Dream’s eyes. “for whatever that was. I don’t know what happened.”
“You don’t need to apologize. I’m here for you, always. We can talk after a nice bath, yeah? We’re all sticky and yucky.”
George pouted as Dream scooped him up in one swift motion. “But I’m tired. And my ass hurts.”
“I’ll put on some lotion for you; d’you need ice? Did I hit you too hard?” He carried George into their bathroom, placing him onto the counter. (And apologizing profusely as George winced.)
“No, it was good. Lotion sounds nice though. I’m gonna be really bruised tomorrow,” George laughed. The bathtub tap roared, warm water gushing out into the tub. Dream guided George into his lap as they sat in the tub.
“Hello, pretty boy,” George smiled, admiring Dream’s facial features. He had always found Dream beautiful, who could resist piercing emerald eyes and a charming smile? (Not to mention, a generous amount of freckles were scattered along rosy cheeks.)
Dream smiled back, “Hi, baby.”
“I love you so much,” George breathed, connecting both of their lips. This kiss, unlike the other ones, was sweet and savoury, like jasmine petals and fresh honey. They pulled apart with a breath, both of the boys smiling.
“Love you too.”
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