"Yipeeeee!!!!" Ricky squealed as they pull out of the doctors office. "Its finally off!!!" He was so excited to finally get his cast off that he forgot about his punishment when they returned home. Instantly, he quieted down.
"What's wrong baby?" Chris asked. "You were just all excited and squealing, what's with the sudden mood change?"
"Ohhh noooothin... Im just anxious.''
"Anxious for what?" Chris asked with a small smirk.
Ricky blushed. "You know very well what I'm talking about. And dont even THINK about going easy on me. I want it rough so that I'll be unable to stand for weeks.'' Ricky said, a devilish smirk plastered across his face.
They pulled into their driveway and before Ricky could say anything, Chris had gotten out and thrown Ricky over his shoulder, carrying him to the front door before setting him down. He unlocked the door and opened it before pushing Ricky inside. Chris then slammed the door, causing Ricky to jump. He grabbed Ricky's hand and drug him to their room, slamming that door too, which, again, caused Ricky to jump.
"Aww is the little baby scared?" Chris asked tauntingly.
"What, scared of you? Buuuuuulllll crap." Ricky said, hoping to anger Chris.
Chris pushed Ricky against the wall and roughly grabbed his jaw, planting a hard slap on Ricky's face, which made ricky smile in a twisted way. Chris growled and slapped him again, harder this time.
"I warned you," he spat at him "and now you're going to pay the price."
"Oh really?" Ricky asked, doing nothing but trying to piss off Chris. "We'll see about that.'' He quickly pried himself from Chris' grip and ran out the door, running a bit slower than usual so that chris might actually be able to catch him. Just before he turned the corner into the living room, he felt the strong arms of his daddy grab him and drag him back to their room. This time Chris shut and locked the door so that if Ricky attempted this again, it would take him longer to get out. He threw Ricky down onto the bed and crawled on top of him. Ricky spat in Chris's face, then wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. Chris snaked his hand up Ricky's body before stopping at his throat and squeezing.
Ricky let go of Chris and pulled back with a sick grin.
"Just use me already daddy, my inner whore needs to be satisfied,'' he fake pouted. Chris let go of Ricky's throat and began undressing him. He also pulled off his clothes so that they were both in their both in their underwear. He walked over to his dresser and opened the drawer where he keeps all his toys. He pulled out some handcuffs, a gag, a whip, a vibrating plug, and a blindfold, as well as a cock ring. He grabbed a small bag to put everything in so Ricky wouldn't see it, and walked back over to the bed where Ricky was now laying with his ass sticking up in the air. Chris smacked him a few times before flipping him back over and cuffing his wrists to the headboard. Next, he pulled the blindfold out of the bag and tied it onto Ricky. The he grabbed the gag and secured it in Rich's mouth, tightly. Ricky had no idea what he was in for.
Chris grabbed a few more things from his collection and hovered over Ricky. He took the whip and slowly drug it across Ricky's midsection, causing him to shiver under its touch. He'd never been whipped before. He couldn't wait for it. As if Chris had heard his thoughts, he delivered a hard blow right on Ricky's stomach, causing him to scream to the best of his ability seeing as how he was gagged. Chris continued to whip him on his chest and stomach. When he noticed welts forming, he decided to stop, but not before he gave him one last hard hit on his thighs. Ricky screamed again, this time louder. Chris moved on to his next item: an electrical prod. Not extremely painful, but enough to not want it done a bunch of times.
"Are you OK?" Chris asked Ricky. He may be willing to let him to this to him, but he was still Chris's baby so he had to check on him. Ricky nodded.
Chris turned on the prod and hovered it above Ricky's body.
"Don't. Move.'' Chris instructed. He wanted to make this as torturous as possible. Ricky held as still as he could, hoping that if he behaved well enough, Chris wouldn't use whatever he had that was making this noise. It didn't sound too pleasant.
Chris teased Ricky like this a while longer being finally zapping Ricky on the nipple.
"Angffg!!" Ricky screamed.
Chris chuckled darkly and touched Ricky's stomach and chest and shoulders with the prod, all making Ricky scream. Chris set the prod down for a bit and pulled Ricky's Ricky's panties off. He reached up and removed the blindfold from ricky so he could watch. Chris picked up the prod again and hovered it above the tip of Ricky's cock. Ricky's eyes widened with fear as he watched Chris move the prod closer and closer. He shook his head and let out a whimper. Chris laughed and pulled the prod back once again. Rickys body was heaving with every breath, breaths of silent relief. Just when he thought Chris was done, Chris quickly tapped Ricky's cock with the prod. "Oops," he said carelessly as he watched ricky thrash in the bed.
Chris rubbed his hand up and down rickys side to soothe him, and stopped when his breathing steadied. He then started stroking Ricky's cock quickly, getting him fully hard before slipping on the cock ring he had stashed in the bag. He turned it on and enjoyed listening to the moans and whimpers that followed. He stripped himself of his boxers and started stroking himself in front of Ricky.
''Juft fucfk meh algredfy.'' Ricky begged. Chris quit stroking himself and took the gag out of Ricky's mouth.
"What was that darling? Daddy couldn't quite understand that,'' he said.
"JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!" Ricky yelled. He was sick of waiting. Chris slapped Ricky's face hard.
''What have I said about you saying that?" Chris asked angrily. Ricky huffed and gave Chris a dirty look. Chris shoved the gag back in Ricky's mouth and grabbed a bottle of lube. He poured some on Ricky's hole and some on the fingers. He slipped three inside of ricky, causing him to yelp out of pain. Chris began moving his fingers in and out of Ricky at a decent pace. He slowly slipped in a fourth, so that Ricky could be better prepared for the fucking he was about to receive. After a few minutes, Chris removed his fingers and leaned down to kiss Ricky's cheek. He pulled the gag out again and kissed him roughly on the lips, hoping to distract him from the pain he was about to feel from the stretch. He slowly started to enter Ricky and when he saw Ricky wince, he moved his hand under rickys head and kissed him deeply. When he got his full length inside, he pulled back.
"Are you OK?" He asked Ricky. Ricky nodded and moaned.
"Good," said Chris. He began moving in and out, slowly at first so Ricky could adjust.
"Mmmfff faster daddy!'' Ricky said. ''More, more, more!!"
Chris complied and began thrusting harder. Ricky responded by moaning loudly. Chris grabbed one of Ricky's legs and threw it over his shoulder, giving himself a better angle. Immediately, Ricky let out a scream, indicating that Chris had found the right spot. He slammed into him again and again. Ricky thought his voice was going to blow out, but he didn't care. Despite not being able to cum, this was some of the most amazing pleasure he's ever felt. Chris reached down and took of the cock ring and began stroking Ricky at a fast pace.
"Don't you dare cum until I tell you to,'' Chris said harshly. Ricky squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth trying to hold it in. His stomach muscles tightened relentlessly as he felt closer and closer to releasing.
"Please daddy, please let me cum. I'll be a good whore for you, please.'' Ricky begged.
"You're being good alright,'' Chris said. ''But not yet.'' Ricky began pulling on the cuffs, surely leaving marks, as chris continued pounding him. He bit his lip to the point of drawing blood. Chris noticed how pained he looked and enjoyed the sight.
"Cum for me baby,'' he commanded and at those words rickys eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came, letting out a demonic sounding scream. His back arched and he thrust his hips up. He was breathing short, quick breaths as he came down from the high and Chris began thrusting again. "I'm close baby, can you manage a little longer?" Ricky nodded his head let out more moans as Chris wrecked his ass. After a few minutes, Chris grabbed Ricky by the shoulders and thrust as deep as he could. He threw his head back and moaned as he came, filling Ricky up. Ricky moaned as he felt the warm substance fill him.
Chris pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to Ricky. They were both drenched in sweat, some blood here and there. Both were a panting, sweating mess and both were exhausted. Chris reached up and undid the cuffs. Ricky's arms fell limply beside him and he looked over at Chris. "We should do this more often,'' he said.
Chris smirked and replied,''Seriously? That was supposed to be a punishment, you weren't supposed to like it.''
"Well then you need to do a better job at making it seem like a punishment,'' Ricky teased.
"C'mere you,'' Chris said. Ricky rolled over into Chris's arms. Chris pulled him close and kissed him softly. "You did a good job.''
Ricky smiled. "And you did a good job at making sure I wont be able to walk for a couple weeks. '' Chris laughed and pulled Ricky in closer. Despite their both being hot, sweaty, and messy, they continued kissing each other and clinging to each other. Chris finally pulled back.
"What do you say I go get us a nice warm bath going?" Chris asked.
Ricky nodded. "Yes please daddy, extra bubbles?"
Chris laughed at rickys quick little transformation at the mention of a bath.
"Extra bubbles.'' He agreed.