True to his word, Dream made dinner for the two of them. It was delicious, and George scarfed down every bite, much to Dream's amusement. They made small talk over their meal, but George struggled to focus on their conversation with the anticipation of after knotting in his stomach.
Eventually, Dream stood and collected their plates. He rinsed the dishes off in the sink and placed them in the dishwasher before moving to wipe the counters, seemingly content to take his time. George wondered how the man would react if he made a show of his own impatience, complaining and urging him to go faster. He almost went through with it, but he decided he didn't want to be a brat before they even did their first scene. Maybe some other time.
Once Dream was done cleaning up the kitchen, he turned to George. His face was warm, welcoming, but there was something else beneath it - something predatory. He stepped over to where George was standing, closing in on his space. "Do you want a rundown of my plans for tonight's scene, or would you rather it stay a surprise?"
That was a difficult decision. On the one hand, this was George's first official BDSM scene, and it would probably be comforting to know exactly what it was they were doing. On the other hand, though... The suspense of the unknown was a massive turn-on. Besides, he had his safewords if he needed them.
"Leave it a surprise," he decided. Dream grinned.
"Alright. Follow me, then," Dream requested as he walked out of the kitchen. George followed, and he was led into a separate room. At first glance, it was just a regular, unassuming guest bedroom. It had a king-sized bed with a plain white bedspread in the center of the wall, two nightstands on either side, and a wardrobe on the left wall. On the right wall was an open door that led to an ensuite bathroom.
Upon further inspection, though, George noticed that the posts of the bedframe had adjustable straps attached to them, with fur-lined leather cuffs at the end of each one. His cock twitched in his pants at the realization that he might end up cuffed to the bed tonight.
Dream turned to George, raising a hand and lightly dragging calloused fingers along his jaw. "I'm gonna go grab a few things. It'll only take a few minutes. I want you to strip completely and be on your knees right there -," he pointed to the floor in the center of the room, "- before I come back. Can you do that for me?" His voice was gentle and quiet, a comforting sound amidst the trepidation swirling through George's mind.
"Yeah, I can do that," George replied.
Dream tsked. In a low, somewhat intimidating voice, he asked, "Now, George, is that any way to talk to your master?"
A shiver ran down George's spine. He was tempted to retaliate, but his body was screaming at him to obey. He didn't try to fight it. "I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again."
"Good. You're a fast learner," Dream praised, a fond smile on his face. "Okay, I'll be right back." He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
As soon as the door was completely shut, George started stripping. He didn't know what to do with his clothes, so he just piled them on top of one of the nightstands in the hopes that Dream wouldn't mind. When he reached his boxers, he hesitated. His fingers toyed with the waistband for a moment as he tried to get over his nerves. The vulnerability that came along with being completely nude and submitting to someone else was unfamiliar to him, but he trusted Dream. He knew he was in good hands. In one swift motion, he slipped out of his boxers and laid them on top of the rest of his clothes.
He moved to the center of the room and knelt on the floor, his hands resting on his thighs. It wasn't a comfortable position by any means, but it was nice, in a way. George could feel himself becoming more aware of his own body - the floor was hard on his knees, and his feet were already starting to hurt from the awkward position. His thoughts were solely focused on the uncomfortable sensations, completely distracting him from the worries and stress of his daily life.
Dream returned within a few minutes, carrying a few items in his hands. George couldn't see everything from his low angle, but he did see an almost intimidatingly large dildo. Blood rushed south, and George squirmed, rubbing his thighs together to try to relieve some tension.
"Stop that."
George froze and made eye contact with Dream. The man wore a disapproving look, but he didn't say anything else as he stepped around George to drop the items he was carrying onto the end of the bed. George craned his head around to get a peek at the items, but Dream placed a hand on top of his head and turned it back to the front before he could see anything. "You aren't allowed to move from this position until I give you permission. That means no looking around or fidgeting. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," George replied instantly.
"Good boy," Dream praised. He sounded pleased, and George preened with the knowledge that he was being good for his master.
After a moment, Dream came back around to stand in front of him. Unsure whether he was allowed to look up or not, George kept his head level, staring at Dream's knees and resisting the urge to meet the man's eyes.
He didn't have to resist for long, though, as Dream placed two fingers under George's chin and tilted his head up until they were looking each other in the eyes. "You look beautiful like this, baby."
"Thank you, sir," George said. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Dream's - the man looked so powerful from this position, in total control and brimming with confidence. George was suddenly struck with the inexplicable urge to bow down and worship his master. Before he could, though, Dream removed his hand from George's face, instead dangling a strip of leather in front of him.
"I want you to wear this collar during all of our scenes," he explained. "You don't have to, but it'll help you to have a clear indicator of whether or not we're in a scene. As you get used to it, you might form a sort of Pavlovian response to it. Whenever you have it on, you'll hopefully be able to enter subspace more readily."
George furrowed his eyebrows. "What's subspace?"
Dream smiled. "I'm pretty sure you experienced it to a smaller extent last time, in my office. It's a sort of floaty, trancelike feeling, brought on by an influx of endorphins and adrenaline. It differs person by person, of course, and some experience it more often than others, but that's the idea."
George thought back to their last encounter, when he had felt euphoric and pliable after having his throat fucked. So that was subspace. He nodded in understanding.
"So, may I put the collar on you?" Dream asked.
As inexperienced with kink as he was, George had always thought collars were only for petplay. He wasn't overly interested in wearing a collar, but what Dream had said made it much more appealing. Not to mention the idea of wearing a collar for his master, showing that he belongs to someone... He nodded, adding a "yes, sir," just in case.
As Dream stooped to buckle the collar around George's neck, he explained, "In the future, as long as this collar is on, you're going to be expected to follow any and all rules I've set for you. This time, though, I'll be lenient." He slipped two fingers beneath the collar and tugged just a bit - presumably testing the tightness of it. "You're a quick learner, though. I have faith you'll follow all of your rules regardless."
He was right, of course. All George wanted to do was submit and be good for Dream. He vowed to himself that he wouldn't break any rules tonight, even if he didn't yet know what the rules were.
Dream stepped back, apparently happy with the fit of the collar around George's neck. The collar felt strange, but not in an unpleasant way. It was lined with soft fur, so the edges of the leather didn't dig into his skin. It was just tight enough that he wouldn't be able to forget it was there, but not so tight that it was uncomfortable. When Dream looked down at him, he had a pleased glint in his eye.
"Color?"
"Green," he answered.
Dream nodded, then stepped around George towards the bed again, leaving his field of vision. "You only have one rule for tonight: you aren't allowed to come until I say you can. Think you can handle that?"
George nodded feverishly, belatedly remembering to add the usual "yes, sir." He had never had someone else control his orgasms before, but he sure as hell was into the idea. He just had to hope he'd be able to hold himself back until he was given permission.
"Good. Stand up and face me," he commanded.
George was on his feet in an instant. Dream smirked at his obedience, making George flush. "Lay flat on your back in the center of the bed." George did so hurriedly, trying to ignore how exposed he felt being the only one without clothes on. He hoped that would change soon enough.
Dream gently grabbed one of his ankles and pulled it out to the side, placing it in the open cuff connected to the bedpost. As he secured the cuff, he told him, "If the cuffs become too much, or they make you uncomfortable, don't be afraid to tell me." He tested the length of the strap that connected the cuff to the bed post, loosening it a tad before deeming it satisfactory. He looked up to George's face, presenting him with a kind smile that felt entirely out of place given the context. "This is supposed to be fun for both of us. I never want you to feel uncomfortable with me, okay, baby?"
George simply nodded, speechless due to the nerves building in his stomach. He still didn't exactly know what his master was planning on doing to him tonight, and the anticipation was killing him. Dream cuffed his other ankle, then his wrists, making sure the straps on each were loose enough that George could still move his limbs just slightly. "Color?" he asked again.
"Green. Really green. Like, neon green," George answered, perhaps a little too honestly. The way he was spread out on the bed, his limbs starfished in every direction, made him feel completely out of control - and it felt good.
Dream chuckled. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." He walked around the bed so he was standing on George's right side, near his feet, and placed a hand on his calf. He slowly dragged it up, over his knee, onto his thigh, stopping just short of where his leg met his pelvis, before removing it completely. The feeling made George's skin prickle with goosebumps and his cock jump. "If you feel like you're about to come at any point, tell me immediately. Don't forget your rules."
"Yes, sir," George replied. The phrase was becoming second nature to him already, and he wasn't complaining.
"Did you prep yourself today, baby?" Dream asked as he picked up the bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers.
George shook his head. "No, sir, I didn't."
"Perfect. I get to take my time with you," Dream said, a mischievous smile crossing his features. He walked back around to the end of the bed and placed a knee between George's spread legs, his clean hand going to rest on the brunet's inner thigh. His other hand gently prodded between his asscheeks, teasing the outer ring of his hole. George wanted to move, to shift himself closer to the fingers, but he didn't. He promised himself he'd be good tonight, and he was intent on keeping that promise.
After what felt like an eternity of teasing, Dream finally slid in a single finger. Under normal circumstances, one finger wouldn't affect George very much. With all of the anticipation and teasing, though, that one finger felt incredible, and he couldn't stifle the moan that slipped past his lips at the feeling. He blushed, embarrassed, but Dream only smirked at him as he slowly started pumping his finger in and out.
George was quickly becoming a mess. He squirmed, pulling lightly against his restraints, as Dream moved his finger at a torturously slow pace. He had half a mind to start begging for more, but as soon as the words began forming on his tongue, he felt a second finger slip in alongside the first. Once again, a moan was wrenched out of him before he even had time to process it.
Still, though, Dream moved his hand at a leisurely tempo, not bothering to speed up at all despite George's incessant squirming. When he looked down, he saw Dream watching him intently, a pleased smirk on his face. George whined, wordlessly imploring the man to have a little bit of mercy. His pleas fell on deaf ears as Dream slowed his fingers down further, pushing them deeper with each thrust.
George was almost painfully hard, and his whines were growing louder with every passing second. Once Dream found his prostate, he devolved into a complete mess, loud moans and pathetic whines escaped him without any conscious effort on his part. The repetitive slow, deep thrusts were too much for George - he could already feel himself reaching his peak.
"Dre- Sir- I'm gonna-," he tried to warn between moans. In the blink of an eye, Dream removed his fingers entirely, leaving George far too empty for his liking. He let out a loud, keening whine at the loss, and Dream chuckled darkly.
"Breathe, baby. You aren't allowed to finish yet. Be patient for me."
George closed his eyes and took several slow, deep breaths as he felt himself back away from the edge that he had been rapidly approaching. He tried not to be too disappointed at the sensation, but he had been so close, just for it to be ripped away entirely. It was a foreign feeling to him, and he didn't yet know if he liked it or not.
Dream's hand on his thigh rubbed slowly up and down in long, comforting strokes. When George opened his eyes, he saw Dream watching him with furrowed eyebrows. "Color?" the man asked.
George took a moment to think. Did he want to stop? No, definitely not. Was he good to keep going, though? Not yet. "Y-yellow," he answered shakily.
"How do you feel?" Dream asked, never ceasing the comforting strokes along George's leg. George was grateful - the gentle touches were grounding, and helped him come down from his peak more easily.
"I'm okay, I just - I've never felt that before. It's... weird, I guess."
Dream hummed. "Bad weird?"
Again, he had to take a second to think over his answer. Was it a bad weird? It certainly wasn't a good weird, but it wasn't necessarily bad, either. "No, just... Just weird."
A comfortable silence followed as George continued to catch his breath and collect his thoughts. Dream's ministrations grew to cover a larger area of George's body, moving up along the side of his torso and back down his thigh, stopping halfway down his calf before reversing.
"Do you want to stop?" Dream asked. George shook his head jerkily. "Okay. Are you ready to keep going?"
"Yeah. I mean - yes sir. Um, just... Slowly, please," George responded.
Dream smiled and inched his hand back towards George's hole. "Don't forget your safewords." He slowly pushed one finger in, careful not to graze George's prostate yet. He gradually increased his pace, adding a second finger before long, still purposely avoiding that little bundle of nerves. Part of George was glad for it, because he knew he'd probably come if he had that much stimulation right now. Another part of him, though, was frustrated. He had never craved that stimulation more than he did right now, and his body was screaming for it.
Before George could whine about it, Dream added a third finger. George cried out at the unexpected stretch, but he schooled himself quickly. This was fine - he could deal with this. He had almost fully backed off of his orgasm by now, and as long as Dream didn't crook his fingers, he could easily keep himself from reaching his peak.
Right when the thought entered his mind, though, Dream crooked his fingers. Because of course he did.
His fingertips barely brushed over the bundle of nerves, but it was enough to have George's back arching off the bed involuntarily. He clenched tight around Dream's fingers and his cock twitched violently as he sobbed. Dream didn't let up, though - he grazed over it again with his next thrust, and George could feel tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
After a few more light touches of his prostate, Dream pulled his fingers out slowly, shushing George, reaching up with his clean hand to wipe away tears that he didn't know he had shed. "You're doing so well, baby, so good for me," Dream softly praised. George smiled shakily; the knowledge that he was being good for his master made it all worth it. "What's your color, George?"
It took him a few seconds to clear his head enough to answer, but eventually, he was able to push out a simple, "Green."
Dream shifted further onto the bed, pulling his other leg up with him, and positioned himself between George's legs, hovering over him as his hands slowly wandered over his body. George dared a glance at his face; he was met with a wolfish grin and lust-darkened eyes.
"Do you know how gorgeous you are like this?" Dream asked, his reverent gaze roaming over every visible inch of George's body and face. "All spread out for me, blissed out and desperate. So perfect, just for me." A possessive cadence tinted his voice, and George gave a wordless moan in response.
When Dream's hands left his body, George whined. "Don't worry, baby, I'm just grabbing something. I'm right here," Dream reassured him. George relaxed as he watched Dream move away, reaching past George's head to pick something up. When he pulled back into George's field of vision, he was holding a box of tissues along with the dildo George had noticed earlier. It looked even larger this close up; his cock twitched at the sight.
Dream laid the dildo right in the center of George's chest, the tip of it resting directly below his mouth. While George stared down at the silicone toy, mouth watering, Dream leaned back to pull his shirt off over his head and toss it to the floor. George's eyes snapped away from the toy and onto his master, and at the sight of the man's bare torso, a drop of saliva fell from his parted lips and onto the tip of the dildo.
Before he even had time to be embarrassed about the fact that he was literally drooling, a delighted growl reverberated from Dream's chest and he leaned back over the brunet to mouth at a nipple. George's mind short-circuited at the unexpected sensation of a tongue twirling around his pert nipple, and a whine was ripped from his core as his cock swelled. He was pretty sure he'd never been this hard before in his life.
"Dream, sir, please, more," he begged incoherently. He could feel more than hear Dream's chuckle as he lightly clamped his teeth down, making George cry out in equal parts pleasure and pain. He didn't stop begging, though, consistently letting sobs of "Please, I need more, sir, please," fall from his lips like a mantra.
Dream pulled away, finally giving George's chest a well-deserved break, instead opting to grab the dildo off of his chest. The blonde man watched George like a hawk as he squeezed a generous amount of lube onto the dildo, wrapping a hand around it and pumping leisurely to spread the slick along the shaft. The corners of his lips twitched upwards as George's eyes followed the ministrations, eyelids drooping with desire.
George swallowed the saliva that had gathered in his mouth. "A-are you going to put that in me?" he asked, voice small and timid.
"If that's okay with you," Dream replied, an eyebrow raised in question.
George nodded instantly. The toy was big - much bigger than anything that had been inside George before. His mouth went dry as he tried to imagine how full it would make him feel.
Dream grinned devilishly. "I thought so," he said with a small laugh. "It might be a tight squeeze, but you can handle it, can't you, baby?" And without waiting for an answer, he pushed the tip of the dildo against the ring of muscle, popping the head in and drawing a low groan from George.
Slowly, he pushed it deeper. Each centimeter dragged along George's walls deliciously, stretching him further than he'd ever been stretched before, and by the time it was halfway in, he was a drooling, crying mess. His dick was leaking an obscene amount of precum, and he was positive that if Dream were to brush against his prostate or lay a finger on his cock at that moment, he'd come instantly.
As it was, he didn't have enough stimulation to come - instead, he was forced to take every inch of the huge toy as he teetered precariously on the edge. He clenched his hands into fists, the cuffs on his wrists preventing him from grabbing onto anything solid. He dug his fingernails into the skin of his palm, focusing on the sting of pain in his hands rather than the red-hot pleasure coiling in his stomach. Tears fell from his eyes and his cock throbbed dangerously as he cried wordless pleas, unsure what exactly he was asking for.
Eventually, he bottomed out. George was floating, his awareness confined to the intense feeling of fullness. In his periphery, he was vaguely aware of Dream releasing the base of the dildo and wiping his lube-covered hand on a tissue. He could also hear someone crying - himself, he realized belatedly, when he noticed the way his throat was scratching from overuse and tears were continuously falling down the sides of his face.
The light above him was blotted out as Dream crowded over him, kissing him sweetly and wiping his tears for him. George cried harder out of frustration - he wanted to come so badly, he had never wanted anything more, and he attempted to say as much. His own words didn't register in his ears, but Dream seemed to have understood him, as he cradled his face gently with both hands and said, "It's okay, baby, I'll let you come soon. Just hold on a little longer for me, okay? Can you do that?"
George squeezed his eyes shut and sobbed, but nodded anyways, which earned him another chaste kiss and a softly whispered, "Good boy."
With little warning, Dream leaned back onto his calves and tugged on the dildo, withdrawing it just half an inch before pushing it slowly back in and repeating. George's eyes flew open on a shout, and he looked down to see that Dream had pulled his sweatpants down and was fisting his own cock as he slowly thrust the toy in and out of George. The sight was almost too much, and the brunet quickly shut his eyes again to stop himself from coming.
Dream kept shallowly pushing the toy in and out of George, twisting it just a tad with each outward tug, quickly undoing any semblance of consciousness George had left. He babbled pathetically, begging for release with half-formed sentences. He clenched his fists tighter, and he was peripherally aware of the feeling of skin breaking beneath his fingernails. It didn't help, though - if anything, the stinging pain in his hands combined with the short drags of pleasure inside of him only brought him even closer to the edge he was trying so desperately to stay away from.
He held on for as long as he could, but eventually, he couldn't hold back anymore. "I need to come, please, please, I have to, please," he begged. Luckily, the motions of the dildo didn't stop, and he felt a rough hand wrap around his cock. His back arched fully off the bed as he keened with relief.
"Go ahead, baby, you've been so good for me, you can let go now," Dream said in a gentle voice. It only took a few more tugs of his cock and thrusts of the toy before George's vision was whiting out and he came harder than he'd ever come before, Dream working him through it all the while.
Once he was completely empty and the drag of the toy along his inner walls was quickly becoming unbearable, Dream pulled it all the way out. The sudden emptiness felt strange after being full for so long, but George was on cloud nine - his eyes were still closed and he was panting heavily, but he was satisfied. Amidst the aftershocks of his orgasm, he could hear Dream groaning, the feeling of cum splattering across his own chest, and finally, the sensation of the cuffs around his ankles being unbuckled.
Once again, he drifted in and out of consciousness as he was let out of his restraints and cleaned up. He didn't know exactly how long he was out for, but when he came to, he was laying on top of Dream, his eyes still shut against the harsh bedroom light. He was aware of gentle hands rubbing up and down his back and sweetly whispered praises drifting into his ears. He gingerly flexed his hands, which brought his attention to the band-aids that were plastered across the heels of his palms, where he had broken the skin with his fingernails.
His eyelids fluttered open slowly, and he tilted his head up to look at Dream as his vision adjusted to the light.
"You did amazing, baby," Dream told him, his gaze filled with awe and adoration. George smiled contentedly, pleased with the approval from his master. "How do you feel?" he asked.
George cleared his throat, testing his voice. His throat was sore, but he managed to reply, "Good. Really good."
"Good. I'm glad." Dream shifted to the side, adjusting them both until they were sitting up against the headboard, George curled against Dream's side with his head still resting against the man's bare chest. Dream reached across to one of the nightstands to pick up a glass of water. "Here, drink," he instructed, holding the glass up to George's lips.
The brunet took a small sip, then reached up with both hands to tilt the liquid further into his mouth as he realized how dry his mouth was. Dream chuckled, letting him take the glass from his hand.
He downed the entire cup in a matter of seconds and offered the glass back to Dream with an abashed smile and a soft "thank you." The man took it, leaned over to place it back on the nightstand, and drew back with a granola bar in hand, saying, "Eat. That was a lot for your first scene, you'll need the boost."
George took the snack, unwrapping it with slightly shaky hands, and took a small bite. As he ate, Dream ran a hand through his hair and gently pulled at the tangles in it. Once George felt coherent enough to hold a conversation, he asked, "What time is it?"
Dream picked his phone up off of the nightstand, clicking the power button to display his lockscreen. "Just after eleven."
George gaped. "Wh-? What time did we start?"
The blonde man laughed good-naturedly. "Around eight. You lasted a lot longer than I would've expected. I'm impressed."
That information threw George for a loop. He had somehow lasted nearly three hours. He couldn't even respond - he was speechless, surprised by his own self-control.
Dream didn't wait for a response, though, instead taking the granola bar wrapper from George and placing it on the nightstand next to the empty glass. "Think you can stand up yet?" he asked. "I can carry you, if not."
George looked up at him, quirking an eyebrow. "Why? Where are we going?"
"To bed, idiot," Dream replied with a cheeky grin. "We're not sleeping in here, the sheets are filthy."
Oh. That made sense. But, then... That meant...
"Where are we sleeping, then?"
"My bed," Dream answered. Then, with a hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, he added, "If that's okay with you."
George beamed at him. "Yeah, that sounds nice."
The two got to their feet, but George only made it a few steps before he stumbled, and Dream quickly lifted him bridal-style to carry him the rest of the way to his bedroom. He placed the smaller man on the bed, pulling the sheets up to his chin and placing a soft kiss on his lips before walking to the other side and crawling in next to him. They shuffled a bit as they tried to find a comfortable position, eventually settling with Dream's chest pressed against George's back, an arm draped lazily over his middle. Sleep overtook George within minutes, a satisfied smile still playing on his lips as he drifted off.
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