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Tenna had been in the middle of some work when he remembered an idea that had popped into his head a while ago. He turned to Spamton, who was humming and writing some notes down on a sheet of paper next to him at the table. He pushed his paperwork to the side, then leaned forward on his hands, catching Spamton's attention.
"How do you feel about pain play?" he asked, and Spamton blinked at him a few times.
"What, like you smacking me around?" Spamton chuckled. "I thought I made it clear how much I love that."
"No, not just that, Spammy," Tenna drew a circle on the table, a grin creeping onto his face. "More like just pain. More than biting, more than me pulling your hair."
Spamton raised an eyebrow at that. "Like what?"
Tenna thought for a moment, then reached over to grab Spamton's wrist, holding it gently and pressing his thumb into the center of his palm. "I've read a bit about different kinds of pain play. Some of them I'm not comfortable with personally, but others piqued my interest. How would you feel about candles and wax?"
Spamton made a sound, clearly curious. He pursed his lips and tapped his fingers on the table. "I think it's definitely something I'm open to trying." He hesitated. "If we're going to try new things tonight, then I want to bring something back. Do you remember a while ago when we tried the sensory deprivation thing?"
Tenna nodded, and a worried look came across his face. "You didn't like it at all, Spams."
"Yeah, I know," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "But, I liked... most of it. The not hearing part was what made me panic the most. I... really like hearing you talk to me. It grounds me, makes me know I'm safe and taken care of. Without your voice, it was..." he shuddered. "Bad."
Tenna nodded again. "So, no earplugs. But, the ropes and the blindfold were fine?"
"You know I love the ropes," Spamton winked, and Tenna smiled easily.
"If we are going to do this, I want to try a new safe word system," he said as he moved his hand to Spamton's face, his fingers gently carding through his hair. "Instead of just cut, we can use colors. Red for stop completely, yellow for slow down or pause, and green for keep going."
"I'd like that a lot," Spamton said, leaning into Tenna's palm. It was warm and comforting. He closed his eyes softly as he sighed, and Tenna leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "Do we even have the specific candles for this?"
Tenna hummed in affirmation. "I may have been planning to ask about this for a few days." He stood from his chair, and Spamton hurried to stand with him.
Tenna took him by the hand and led him upstairs, guiding him along with wandering hands and kisses that lasted a few seconds too long. As soon as the bedroom door was shut, Tenna pounced on Spamton, his hands pulling at his clothes with practiced perfection. He kissed him through it, relishing the moans and whimpers that followed suit. But, Tenna did not strip. "One little thing before we start, love letter," he whispered in his ear before biting the sensitive crook of his neck.
"Y-yeah?" Spamton clenched his eyes shut, sinking into Tenna's grasp and moaning.
"I'm not fucking you tonight."
That made his eyes snap wide open, and a long whine escaped from his mouth, high pitch and desperate. Tenna grinned at the pathetic noise and cooed sympathetically. "Don't sound so upset, love. You'll still feel incredible. But, tonight is about you. And how much I can torment you."
"Not fucking me is torture enough," Spamton tried to strip Tenna bare, but strong hands shoved him back, pushing him against the bed. He fell backwards as his knees hit the foot of the bed, and he yelped in surprise. The sight of Tenna looming over him, his body seeming to grow past his normal height, made Spamton's cock jump in anticipation. His body started to vibrate with excitement, and he couldn't wait for what came next.
Tenna was on him in an instant, grasping his wrists tightly, fingernails digging into his skin, drawing tiny drops of blood that he smeared with his thumbs. He raised Spamton's arms above his head, pinning his wrists in place. "Don't move a muscle." Spamton hurriedly nodded, then Tenna stood and crossed over to the closet. "Do you want the blindfold, love?"
"Yes, please," Spamton answered, his voice shaking and unsteady.
Tenna pulled out a spool of velvet rope, the blindfold, and a small circle metal tin. He made his way back to the bed, laying the items down by the foot of it. He popped open the tin, revealing a simple candle on the inside. He grabbed a lighter from the bedside table, then lit the candle and set it aside. "Arms and legs tonight, Spammy?"
"Y-yeah," Spamton stretched his legs towards Tenna, spreading them wide, clearly begging for attention.
Tenna grinned at the sight, then grabbed Spamton's ankles and shoved them together, tying his legs closed with a few expertly-done knots. One at his ankles, one at his shins, one at his knees, and finally, one in the middle of his thighs. Spamton whined as Tenna's fingers barely ghosted past his cock, neglecting it completely. He then snatched Spamton's wrists and tied them together, then attached the knot to the headboard. Spamton writhed and squirmed, wiggling his lower half to try and entice Tenna to touch him, but he didn't. "I thought I told you. I'm not fucking you, love."
"Wo-worth a shot," Spamton moaned as Tenna flicked his nipple, then pressed down hard on it with his thumb.
"Are you ready for the blindfold, Spammy?" Tenna asked as he brandished the piece of black fabric, holding it up to his face. Spamton nodded eagerly, then received a firm smack to the side of his face. "Words."
He cried out at the sudden pain, tears pricking his eyes. He took a moment to process, his cheek burning. "Y-yes, I'm ready."
Tenna gently kissed the red spot and rubbed his thumb along his cheekbone. "Was that okay?"
Spamton first started to nod, then opened his mouth to speak again. "Yeah."
"Good boy," Tenna kissed his forehead, then tied the blindfold around his eyes. He adjusted it, made sure the knot was secure, then took a step back to admire his work.
Spamton was squirming on the bed, his face red, his breathing already starting to stutter. His legs were wiggling the most, his hips rocking from side to side, trying desperately to spread open, to beckon Tenna close. Tenna laid his hands along his chest, grasping onto the feeling of his racing heart. He leaned down and kissed a path from Spamton's belly up to his jawline, his nails raking down his sides, drawing angry red lines that made Spamton's whole body shudder.
Tenna let out a long sigh, then he glanced over at the nightstand. The candle wasn't quite ready yet, so he waited. He turned his attention back to Spamton. He took a single finger and ran it along the center of Spamton's chest, gently at first. Then, the second time, he dragged it down harshly, pressing his nail into his skin, scratching line after line, etching his marks into his body. Spamton moaned at every sensation, crying out every so often whenever Tenna suddenly jabbed his nail further into him, breaking more skin and drawing more blood. His shoulders shuddered at the sight.
He captured Spamton's lips in a kiss, then bit down hard on his bottom lip, and shoved his tongue inside his mouth. His hand reached up and wrapped around Spamton's throat, clenching into a tight fist. Spamton gasped and gagged into Tenna's mouth, his entire body shaking, his legs raising to try and pull him closer, but to no avail. Tenna used his weight to his advantage, keeping Spamton's legs firmly pressed against the bed. He grinned into the kiss, then his head retreated just a few inches, and the fingers around Spamton's throat loosened. Tenna relished the sudden gasp and subsequent coughs as Spamton struggled to catch his breath.
"Color," Tenna ordered, and Spamton struggled to even get a sound out. Tenna smacked him firm across the cheek once again, and Spamton started to blurt out nonsensical words.
"Fu- gre- Ten- Tenna!" He wailed, trying so hard to convey what he wanted.
But, Tenna understood. He squeezed Spamton's throat once more, then dropped his grip. He hummed in his ear, and his thumb found Spamton's nipple. He circled it a few times, then took it into his mouth. His touch was gentle, surprisingly. He took extra care as he licked and sucked. Spamton relaxed into his touch, moaning softly and trying to steady his rapid breathing. Tenna bit on the sensitive bud, still relatively gentle, but it made Spamton whine in pleasure. While one was still in his mouth, he raised his hand to toy with the other, flicking it, twisting it, yanking it upwards. Spamton cried out at every harsh sensation, the blindfold soaked with his tears. Tenna would have kissed them away, but he found he liked it better when his face was wet and tear-stained. So, he simply admired.
Just as Spamton's hips started to buck upwards, Tenna pulled away. Spamton's mouth dropped open in a desperate wail, his words stumbling and fumbling, completely unintelligible. Tenna grinned. "So fucking needy. You always need me right next to you. Can't do anything without me."
Spamton struggled against the ropes, his breathing growing even more ragged as he coughed and moaned. Tenna paused for just a second, watching his movements closely. While he did seem a little on edge, he wasn't panicked. So, Tenna continued. He grabbed the candle from the nightstand, the wax melted and pooled in the center of the tin. "Alright, Spammy. Are you ready for the wax?"
Spamton struggled out a weak, "Please," and Tenna rewarded him with a tender kiss to his bruised and bloodied lips.
"Good, so good." He slowly tipped the candle, and a small drop of wax fell from the rim and landed on Spamton's stomach. Instantly, Spamton's back arched, and a loud, drawn-out moan was torn from his lips. The wax dripped a few inches down his stomach, then quickly hardened. Tenna peeled the wax off and added it back to the candle, then kissed the hot skin, soothing the burn with a careful lick. "How was that?"
"G-good," Spamton managed through shuddering breaths. "More."
"Ah ah," Tenna chastised as his fingers found Spamton's nipple and tweaked it roughly. "Colors, love."
Spamton whimpered. "Green. Tenna, please." Tenna stopped. Spamton whined again. "Tenna, please!" Tenna grinned. "Tenna!"
Tenna chuckled lightly, then poured a line of wax from Spamton's belly up to his nipple, relishing the sudden shriek that filled the room. Spamton's whole body shook as pain blossomed throughout it, the heat from the wax seeping into his skin. Tenna retrieved the wax, then once again kissed all of the afflicted spots. Welts were already forming on the surface of Spamton's skin, small and red. He kissed each and every one of them, and Spamton moaned with every gentle touch.
"You're doing so well," Tenna whispered as he kissed Spamton's lips, his body rocking back and forth as he cradled him, held him close. "My good boy, you take everything I give you. It's all you know how to do. It's what you were made for."
"Te-Tenna," Spamton mumbled, his body turning towards him, desperate to be completely enveloped in his strong grasp.
"Yes, love letter?" Tenna urged him onwards with another kiss. But, before he could speak, Tenna dropped another heap of wax on his stomach.
Spamton sobbed, the pain and pleasure overtaking his body. There was so much. The aches from Tenna's scratches, the bruising around his throat, the heat from the wax. He could barely take it. He cried, his chest heaving with shuddering sobs as they wracked his body, making it almost impossible to speak. "Please, fu-fuck me, I-I can't- I need-"
"You want for so much," Tenna chastised. He lowered one hand to Spamton's aching and leaking cock, his fingertips grazing the sensitive tip, making his hips jerk upwards, chasing the pleasure. "No." He smacked Spamton's cheek. "Don't move."
Spamton nodded and stilled himself, his brain going foggy as Tenna's hand finally wrapped around his neglected cock. He gasped, whimpering and struggling to keep himself motionless. Tenna's hand drew out in a long, gentle pull, his thumb rubbing circles along the tip of his cock. He kept his pace slow, terribly, agonizingly, slow. "I will not fuck you."
Spamton protested with a high pitch noise, and Tenna's hand retreated entirely. He stood from the bed and took a few steps back, watching as Spamton lurched forward, his entire body reacting almost violently to the sudden disappearance. "Tenna? Tenna!"
"Here," Tenna said. "I'm right here." Spamton settled a little. He still writhed and begged, but he didn't seem panicked any longer. "I will not fuck you, love letter."
Spamton groaned desperately, pathetically. His mouth dropped open, and he started to ramble. "Please, come back. Touch me, please touch me. I need you, I need you so bad. I-I need you here! Come here!"
"No need to be so demanding," Tenna chuckled. "What do you want from me?"
"Stroke me, kiss me, burn me, scratch me, bite me, choke me, fuck, Tenna! I need you!" He turned his hips and started to rut against the blankets, so fucking frantic for any kind of attention on his weeping cock. Tenna found it endearing.
He shook his head lovingly, then knelt on the bed and kissed Spamton once again. Spamton melted into the kiss, his shoulders still trembling, his body still struggling, but he was content. Tenna wrapped his hand around Spamton's cock, and the relief was instant. Spamton moaned into his mouth, loud and unashamed.
While Tenna's hand stroked Spamton's cock, the other continued to pour wax in various places around his chest and stomach. He didn't waste a single second between pours. He did multiple in a row, listening as Spamton yelped and wailed and sobbed with every drop that hit his skin. He didn't pick up the hardened wax, and he didn't kiss the burnt spots. Instead, the hand stroking Spamton's cock sped up, jerking him this way and that. His coaxed him all the way through, his words feather-light and delicate in his ears.
"You're doing so well, so perfect for me. Obey me so well. Cum for me, baby, you may cum," Tenna whispered and kissed his cheek, tasting the wet saltiness of the thick layer of tears on his face. Spamton's chest heaved as he moaned, and after a few more strokes on his cock, he came, and he came hard. His mind went completely white with pleasure as his orgasm hit him like a truck. "That's it, that's it love." He cried and squirmed as Tenna's hand was coated in white. His entire body shuddered with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and Tenna kissed him again. "You came so much. So good for me."
Tenna wiped his hand on the blanket, then paused as Spamton caught his breath. He set the candle on the nightstand and blew out the flame. When he turned back to Spamton, he was shivering. Tenna carefully undid all of the ropes, kissing all of the spots where the skin was rubbed raw. He took the blindfold off, then kissed Spamton's eyelids. "Welcome back, love."
Spamton melted into Tenna's arms, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand. He buried his face into his neck, sighing and relaxing. Tenna was happy to hold him as he rocked him back and forth, carding his fingers through his sweaty hair, and whispering praises. He grabbed some ointment from his nightstand, then turned back to Spamton. "I'm going to put some on your burns, okay?"
Spamton barely nodded. He laid on his back once again, and Tenna started to rub the ointment onto all of the angry red welts. He massaged the spots gently until they faded a little, then also applied some ointment to the scratches on his waist, and the raw spots on his wrists and ankles. "All better?" he asked, and Spamton hummed an affirmation. "Good." He laid next to Spamton and pulled him back into his embrace, curling his body around him, cradling him. "How do you feel?"
Spamton let out a short, breathy laugh. "Exhausted." He turned his face upwards to kiss him, then settled back against the pillows. "I liked it a lot." He pursed his lips, slightly embarrassed. "Like... a lot."
"I'm assuming you want to do it again sometime?" Tenna chuckled, and Spamton nodded vigorously in response. "Next time, I'll fuck you."
"Please," Spamton whimpered, and Tenna's arms tightened around him.
"Tonight was all about torment, love letter," Tenna grinned. "I love watching you beg and squirm."
Spamton winced and shrank back, a hint of shame creeping up into his expression. "Don't say that so casually." He whined softly as Tenna kissed him and rubbed teasing circles on his hips.
"Whatever you say, love," Tenna said. He hummed happily, then kissed Spamton one last time. "I love you, Spammy."
Spamton's hands fisted in the front of Tenna's shirt, bringing him closer. "I love you, Tenna."