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Mirko ran his fingers over the vine and rose embroidery of the corset. The vines were a rich, vibrant green, and the roses were dark pink. The colour was vivid against the black of the corset, snug around his abdomen where Taz had laced it ten minutes ago.
Anticipation sparked through his veins. He’d been riling Taz up all day, and Taz had finally snapped and calmly told him that if he was so intent on being a bratty little princess, then Taz would treat him as such. He’d ordered Mirko to strip and then presented him with the corset, face loftily unreadable, standing tall enough to make Mirko feel short. When Mirko had verbally wondered where the rest of the clothes were, a smile on his face, Taz had archly told him brats don’t deserve the privacy of more clothing.
Any desire to brat around more swiftly fled at that, his mouth going dry. Mirko was already naked by that point, and they both saw his dick react to Taz’s words. Taz laced him up, and then told him to kneel and face the corner whilst he got ready.
Now he was alone, Mirko shifted his weight from leg to leg. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Taz might do to him, and he had to clasp his hands behind his back to stop from touching himself as thoughts raced through his head, knowing that any self service without permission would increase the punishment. He was in for a spanking, of course, and Taz would make him work for an orgasm, but how? Last time, he’d made Mirko hump his thigh, right there in the dressing room as Samy hooted and hollered and Arttu looked like he was having quite the awakening. Would it be something similar this time, or would he have something else up his sleeve?
Footsteps outside the door dragged Mirko from his thoughts. The door opened, and Taz’s footsteps grew louder as he padded closer. “Get up,” he said bluntly.
Mirko hastened to obey. He wobbled a bit as he stood, his arms still behind him, and he made to turn round before he stopped. Taz hadn’t told him he could do that yet.
Behind him there was a beat of silence before Taz spoke again. “Good boy! I don’t have to tell you off for being presumptive!” Now his voice was rich with amused pleasure. Heat pricked at Mirko’s cheeks.
“Thank you,” he said quietly, curling and uncurling his toes against the weave of the carpet.
Taz didn’t reply instantly. His footsteps mapped out a path to the bed, where the mattress springs creaked a little as he sat down.
Then he spoke.
“You’ve been a whiny little brat all day, haven’t you?” he said. “Dragging me away from any drum practice, complaining about the weather, even though it wasn’t that cold, demanding my attention constantly…” he tutted, and Mirko could picture him shaking his head. “I gave you fair warning, and more than once. You know what that means, don’t you?”
The heat in Mirko’s cheeks suddenly flared up to burn as he nodded, finally daring to turn. He did. He’d been fantasising about it all day, actively wanted the punishment.
Taz’s face was impassive. He sat with his hands resting on his thighs, perfectly calm apart from the crafty glint in his eye. His gaze scanned over Mirko from head to toe, and Mirko tried not to shift about again. The hotel room was cool, and he felt awfully exposed. He shook his head so his hair fell in front of his face, hoping for a little curtain to hide behind, but then Taz drummed his hands lightly on his lap. “Come here,” he said.
Mirko took a breath to calm himself before he obeyed. Taz’s gaze was unwavering, burning into him even though it was veiled by the gauzy mass of curling hair falling above Mirko’s face, and he couldn’t stop the furious blush caused by his anticipation.
Once he was by Taz, Taz tapped at his lap again. “Come on. Down you go,” he said smartly, offering an arm out for Mirko to balance himself with. Mirko took it, grateful. Falling flat on his face was decidedly unsexy. He lowered himself down, letting Taz guide him, and then his world was upside down, and he was eyeing up the underneath of the bed, waiting for Taz to begin.
First, Taz squeezed at one cheek, not especially gently. Mirko gasped, not expecting him to do that. Usually Taz went right in with it.
Above him, Taz scoffed. Heat flooded Mirko’s cheeks and splashed low in his abdomen. Taz felt him up again, groping with so little concern for him that he couldn’t help but feel a thrill. He was just putty for Taz to play with, nothing more.
Then Taz brought his palm down flat across Mirko’s ass.
It sounded out with a loud crack, and delicious pain flared up in his skin, spreading warmly and stoking the heat building up in his gut. Mirko groaned at how good it felt, then quickly gabbled out a “one!” when Taz squeezed again.
“Good boy,” Taz said brightly, then his hand came down again.
Mirko groaned again, eyes closing for a moment. The second spank had landed right when the sharp ache of the first was at its peak, and it was perfectly stinging. “Two,” he said, his voice sounding thin and needy to his own ears.
He’d barely gotten the number out before the third one fell. He jumped a little, mumbling a “three.”
On and on it went. Sometimes Taz would alternate which cheek his palm came down on, but other times he’d focus on one until Mirko wondered if he’d be able to sit down for the rest of the week. Sometimes Taz would give him a little squeeze, his fingers digging in just enough to be pleasurably sore.
Then again, Taz did like to remind him what a masochist he was.
Once they reached thirty, Taz decided he’d had enough. “One for every year of your bratty life,” he remarked, his dry tone soothed by the gentle rub he gave Mirko’s sore skin. “Now get down and kneel for me.”
Mirko hurried to obey, anticipation swirling in his gut. The carpet was plush beneath him, soft as he settled himself, resting his hands by his side. Taz said nothing, but the look in his eyes was warm and full of praise. Mirko felt his cheeks heat up again.
“You took your punishment well,” Taz said eventually. “And you look like you enjoyed it,” he added, gaze lowering briefly to where Mirko was hard. Mirko’s cheeks flushed hotter, and he gave a timid nod. He had done, just like always. “Do you want to show me how much you liked it?” Taz asked next.
Mirko gave another shy nod. It wasn’t really a question.
Chewing his lip, he ran his palms down his inner thighs, and swallowed at the sensation. Years of playing bass had calloused his fingertips, leaving them roughened, and the feel of them against his soft inner thighs felt great. He let out a little sigh, closing his eyes and letting his legs open a little.
When he drew his fingers up, they came perilously close to where he needed to be touched. He gasped, moving back down again. Do you want to show me how much you liked it? but Taz hadn’t said he could touch himself yet.
Even the thought made his cock twitch. He whined, opening his eyes.
Taz still sat on the bed, his eyes dark with lust. “Good boy,” he said, but his voice wasn’t as smooth anymore, like he was beginning to lose some of his composure. “Keep going.”
Mirko was only too happy to obey. This time when he bit his lip it was with open eyes in a facsimile of porny seduction, one hand coming up to run down his bare chest before it was stopped by the confines of the corset. He shuffled to spread his legs wider still, groping his thighs as close as he thought he might be able to manage without jerking off right now. Heat bubbled low in his abdomen, his arousal growing insistent, but he tried hard to ignore it, gasping and whining as he scratched down his own thighs.
It seems like an age passed before Taz gave him a new instruction.
“Good boy,” he said again, and Mirko distantly wondered if he’d ever not want to roll over and do anything for Taz at the sound of the honourific. “You’ve taken your punishment well, and you’ve made such a nice display of yourself, ignoring that pink cock of yours in favour of my orders. I think that means you can pay some attention to it, don’t you?”
Mirko felt like his cheeks were flushed so hot it was a wonder he didn’t combust. He nodded at the instruction - again, not a question despite being posed as such - and wrapped a hand around himself.
Instantly, a moan tore free from his mouth. He’d needed this for a good while. Had it ever felt so good when he’d jerked off in the past? Mirko didn’t think so. Hours of anticipation had been swirling low within him, all building up to this, and it was a real effort to take it slow and not just jerk off in the way he wanted. After all, this was all for Taz, not for him. Mirko’s pleasure only mattered so far as what Taz could do with it.
The thought made his cock twitch in his hand. He moaned again, blinking up at Taz with hazy eyes. It felt so good, though it was growing harder and harder not to give in to himself and chase his end mindlessly. There would be time for that later. For now it was all about what Taz wanted.
Heat thrummed through him, arousal zapping down his spine to coil low in his gut. He groaned, meeting Taz’s gaze.
“Are you getting close yet?” Taz asked. Mirko nodded, his gaze snagging between Taz’s thighs. Heat splashed in his gut. Taz was getting hard too, the telltale bulge in his jeans obscenely tantalising. “Let me know when you’re there,” Taz replied.
Mirko whined louder at that, cock twitching treacherously. There was only one reason Taz would ask that of him, and it wasn’t to ensure he had a good view or whatever.
The fact that even the thought of it heightened his arousal was even more unfair, but Mirko swallowed down any whiny complaints. “Taz, I’m close,” he said instead, feeling his edge fast approaching. Only a few more strokes, that was all it would take!
“Then stop touching yourself,” Taz said.
Mirko obeyed without thinking, and groaned in frustration. He leant back and propped himself up on his hands, panting and blinking up at Taz. Was it his imagination, or were Taz’s legs spread a bit wider than they had been a minute or so earlier? His heart thudded hard at the thought, his mouth going dry. He definitely liked the idea of Taz getting hard and hot under the collar from the sight of him jerking off.
Taz didn’t let him feel smug about it. “Come on. Touch yourself again,” he said. “And let me know when you get close.”
Mirko hasilty obeyed.
The minute or so he’d been panting and ogling Taz had let his arousal recede further back than he’d thought. He took it slowly again, not allowing himself to chase pleasure. His eyes glazed over, thoughts slowly leaving his mind. All there was was him and his pleasure and Taz. They were all that mattered. His cock ached with need, but it was a good ache, so he just whined and moaned for Taz, flexing his thighs open so he was on display even more.
Then he felt his edge approaching again. He gasped sharply, speeding his hand up for a few moments to bring him closer without thinking before he slowed himself down again. “I’m close, Taz,” he moaned, blinking up at him again.
Taz simply tilted his head, a knowing smile playing about his lips.
Panic swirled in Mirko’s gut. He couldn’t stop without permission, but neither could he come. What was Taz doing?
He slowed his hand down a little more, feeling the hint of tears behind his eyes as he strung out his own pleasure that bit more. “Taz, I’m close,” he tried again.
More silence.
“Taz, please,” he begged, heat burning in his abdomen, tears welling in his eyes from need. “I’m so fucking close! I don’t want to come yet, not without permission.”
Then finally, “hands off.” It was said calmly and pertly, and Mirko ripped his hand away from his cock with a sound caught between a sob and a moan. His cock twitched, weeping, but he hadn’t come yet.
“Good boy. You’re doing so well for me,” Taz praised.
Mirko honed in on the praise instantly. “Really?” he asked, flushing at how vulnerable he sounded.
Taz’s smile was warm and perfect; everything he wanted right now. “Really,” he said.
He gave Mirko another minute to recover before ordering him to go again.
The third time took Mirko so close to coming the tears did actually fall. They dripped hot down his cheeks, and he wiped them away with the back of his hand, sucking in breath.
The fourth time made him feel as if his brain might be leaking out through his ears. He was balancing on a knife’s edge of bliss and need, and it was wonderful.
The fifth time he caught sight of Taz lazily jerking off to the sight of him, which was so hot it sent heat thrumming through him, right to his cock. It was so sudden he feared he might come on the spot, the tears burning down his cheeks again.
He didn’t come, though, and instead gabbled out that he was close, slowing his hand down. Taz was making those delicious little sounds caught between pants and grunts, which definitely wasn’t helping, but he breathlessly ordered Mirko to string it out as long as he could bear it. Mirko nodded, closing his eyes and counting in his head in a desperate attempt to hold off as long as possible.
Then Taz finally told him to stop. He moaned, more frustrated than ever, but obeyed. Then he opened his eyes, confusion splashing within him. Taz’s voice was much closer than it had been a minute ago.
Taz was standing up, right by him. His jeans were undone and pushed down with his underwear, and he was lazily jerking off still.
Mirko felt his mouth water at the sight. Frustrated tears from his need still trekked down his cheeks, but how could he really care about his own need with Taz’s dick was right there, tempting him?
Taz didn’t come any closer, though. He kept his distance, hand still moving lazily. Mirko watched precome bead on the head of his cock, and felt his mouth water in want.
He’d never wanted to suck dick quite so badly in all his life.
When he looked back up at Taz’s face, Taz was smiling smugly. The smirk made heat twinge in Mirko’s gut again, and he dug his nails into his thighs to stop himself from touching again. It would be just his luck if Taz chose to punish him for that, though whether that would be tonight or another day was something Mirko couldn’t be sure of. Taz could be crafty like that.
“The face okay?” Taz asked moments later. His voice had taken on that breathy, slightly fractured manner it did when he was close, and Mirko nodded, more arousal splashing in his gut.
“Then tongue out,” Taz instructed. “And touch yourself again.”
Mirko’s breath hitched, his heart pounding. He slipped his sticky hand back between his legs, wrapping around his cock. The heat he’d been teasing this whole time came barrelling back with a vengeance, and it was so hard not to just give in and see to himself. The tears kept falling from the effort of it all, broken moans leaving his mouth, but he somehow managed to remember to open his mouth and stick his tongue out.
Above him, Taz’s grunts were getting louder and faster. The sound stoked Mirko’s arousal, and he moaned all the louder for it, feeling his own cock twitch in his hand. Anticipation filled his blood…
And then Taz groaned long and low, and the sticky warmth of come fell in ropes across Mirko’s face.
Some even landed in his mouth, and he licked his lips, half-wondering if he’d come on the spot this time.
It was not meant to be. Taz let out a long, satisfied sigh, and Mirko could just picture him stretching his arms out, getting life back into them after jerking off.
“That’s enough,” Taz then said. “Stop touching yourself.”
Mirko obeyed, nearly going cross eyed from how close he’d been. He panted, blinking up at Taz.
Taz's smile had none of its archness or smugness anymore. “You okay?” he checked, offering a hand out for Mirko to take.
Mirko took it with a breathless thanks, groaning as his legs protested the sudden change. “I think so,” he said, levering himself up with Taz’s help.
Taz drew him into a hug once he was standing, careful not to brush against his dick. “Good,” he said, his arms warm and strong around Mirko, his hands flat across his back.
He winced when he drew back, gaze on Mirko’s hair. “I think I missed your face a bit, though,” he said sheepishly. “Shall we have a shower?”
Several thoughts ran through Mirko’s head. “I think a cold bath might be more in order if we’re going to clean up now,” he said slowly, meeting Taz’s gaze.
Taz was unrepentant. “You said you wanted to try something new, and it’s a new month,” he said.
Mirko couldn’t name the emotion that swooped in his gut. He let out a long breath, and gave a rueful smile. “This’ll be quite the experiment,” he said.
Taz beamed. “It’ll be a wonder if you’re able to string a thought together by the end of the month,” he said, leading the way to the hotel room’s bathroom. “But we can discuss it properly in the morning.”
Mirko nodded, following him. This time he could name what emotion swirled in his gut, watching Taz turn the light on before he padded to the shower.
It was anticipation.