[C][M] Too Little, Too Late

A groan sounded as the finger suddenly left his body, leaving him feeling oddly empty as he pulled his own out of himself, his hands reaching around to stroke his hardened flesh firmly, moaning as he pleasured himself.

That only lasted a moment as he started to count, grunting out each number after he was struct, his thighs twitching with each hard crack.

"...nine.."

He hissed as already abused flesh was struct again, crying out at the quick, hard strikes.

He almost missed counting out one number but managed to catch himself, quickly muttering each one after a loud cry.

Dario purred softly as he reached out, stroking the Warlock's red backside gently.

"You suit bright red," he chuckled.

With a wide grin, his nails bit into the man's skin, carving a bloody line across his backside.

"But you suit blood red even better."

Deacon shifted slightly as he continued to stroke himself, his thumb baring down on his own head, moaning as a hand stroked over his blazing backside.

He hissed through clenched teeth as his skin was torn open, writhing in his place.

"Will my collar be blood red?"

He asked was a moan as rivets of blood streaked down his cheeks.

"Perhaps we can work on staining it blood red," he chuckled, hazel eyes flashing.

He loved the idea of staining a collar after lots of use. That definitely sounded fun. Something they'd have to spend some time doing.

Dario bent over, tongue laving over the bloodied scratches.

His tongue slid between the man's cheeks, laving at his entrance gently.

That thought put a shiver through his body.

He wondered how long that would take, how many sessions would they have before his collar was stained red, how much blood would be have to spill to make that happen.

Deacon moaned, his arousal twitching in need as Dario lapped at his entrance, his ass was raw and bleeding, his entrance stretched and ready for him.

He gave his arousal another long stroke, if Dario entered him now, it would not take him long to lose himself.

"Up," he ordered, stepping back and slapping the man's ass.

"Follow me."

He strolled towards the front door with a grin on his face, feet slapping against the ground.

"Out." He opened the front door and motioned for Doc to pass through it and stand out in the hall.

He groaned as his abused ass was struct again but stood up, walking gingerly now that his backside was stinging.

He eyed the door suspiciously, were they going somewhere?

Deacon did as he was instructed, passing in front of Dario and walking out into the hallway and standing there in nothing but his shirt, waiting to be instructed again.

He nudged the man forwards towards the stairwell.

He descended a flight of stairs then stopped as he glanced at the doorway to the apartment that he passed every time he made his way up to Doc's.

Perfect.

"Stand at the top of the stairs, legs spread, arms above your head. Grip the wall. Don't move afterwards."

A little bit of risky play would be fun.

Deacon swallowed thickly as they moved down the stairs, he could hear people from the bar a floor below.

He would be exposed here, someone may see him and it wasn't like this was a good neighborhood.

He sat down slowly, spreading his legs and putting his arms above his head, gripping the wall as his tongue ran nervously over his lower lip, his body was completely exposed.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked slowly as he watched Doc sit down.

His hand curled tightly in the man's red hair, dragging him upwards until he was dangling by the hand in his hair.

"When I tell you to stand, you stand. Do not sit," he growled darkly as he glared down at the man.

His grip loosened.

"Go stand at the top of the stairs," he ordered again, slapping his backside firmly.

Truth be told, he had been too focused on being out here and exposed than listening to the orders he had been given.

That all changed when he heard Dario's tone, his body tensing in anticipation of being punished.

He scrambled to his feet and stood where he had been told to stand, looking down at the ground as he positioned his body.

He had to restrain himself from uttering 'Sorry ,Sir.' knowing that would only serve to anger Dario further.

Instead he stood there silently and without protest.

Dario stared at the man's back silently for a long moment before the belt cracked against his skin harshly.

He smirked as a bright red line glowed across his back.

"Listen to my orders and follow them," he growled softly.

"Count."

One. Two.

Three.

Four. This one curled across his thigh, wrapping around to leave a welt across his inner thigh, dangerously close to his balls.

Five. Six.

Seveneightnoneteneleventwelve.

Thirteen.

Fourteen.

Fifteensixteenseventeeneighteen.

Nineteen. Twenty.

"Those were for not following orders."

He nodded softly as he was scolded, his eyes still downcast.

"One, two, three, four-agh!"

He hissed, his body tensing on the forth strike, flinching as the belt got far too close to his balls, causing his toes to curl and hands to bundle into tight fists.

"Five....six...seven."

Each strike caused more and more pain to his already burning flesh, if this was what awaited him every time he stepped out of line he would be following Dario's order to the letter.

"Nineteen....twenty."
By the end of it he had tears streaking down his cheeks and his legs were trembling, his back, ass and thighs were aching immensely.

The man tilted his head to the side as he gazed down at Doc.

He looked good with a blazing red back and ass. He was rather pleased that Doc's skin was pale. The red wouldn't show up as pretty as it did now.

He stroked the belt against the man's backside slowly.

"Are you going to mess up like that again?" He trusted Doc to be smart enough to not go against his orders again.

Not after that whipping.

"No..."

He whimpered as the leather stroked against his burning cheeks, his skin felt like it was on fire, he didn't want to be belted like that again.

With his head bowed tears ran down his cheeks, pooling on his chin before dripping down onto the floor that he stared at.

He would definitely be behaving from now on.

"Good boy."

He tossed the belt over Doc's shoulder. "Look after that for me."

His fingers slid between the man's cheeks, stroking his entrance slowly before pushing one finger into him.

"Do you think they can hear?" he purred softly. "Downstairs? What about next door? Do you think they heard your cries?" His finger thrust into him slowly as he spoke, a purr rumbling in his chest.

He glared at the belt as it was tossed over his shoulder, the belt that he current had imprinted on his ass cheeks.

Stupid belt.

Deacon froze slightly when Dario spoke, his eyes widening a little.

He hadn't been thinking about that until now, people probably heard them, heard him being punished and whipped over and over again.

His cheeks flushed softly as he moaned, presenting his backside to the man as a single finger pushed into him.

The human chuckled softly as the man's cheeks flushed.

"How many people do you think found those noises sexy? I bet a few people had to excuse themselves to the bathroom to take care of themselves."

He licked the man's cheek slowly.

"Your voice crying out just for them to hear."

A second finger pushed into him.

"If they come up here to investigate they'll see you." His free hand slid around the man's waist, stroking his arousal gently. "Hard and ready to be fucked."

His cheeks darkened, someone could be in the bar downstairs, relieving themselves in the bathroom because of his cries.

That thought sent a shiver down down, he hoped a lot of them had heard him, that it had effected them like that, leaving them yearning.

He moaned a little louder as a second finger pushed into him and his arousal was stroked gently.

What if they did come up here? Would Dario let them touch him, would he even be here or abandon him and order him to stay?

Not knowing what was going to happen got him even more excited.

"Look at you. So fucking needy."

He nipped the man's ear sharply.

"Needy little slut. Perhaps I should take you down there and have you pleasure all the men that you've just turned on."

He pressed against the man's back, pressing his own naked body to the Warlock's half clothed form.

His fingers thrust deeply into the man.

That idea had his eyes widening, he could only imagine what would happen if he was forced down into the bar half naked, pushed into the bathroom to finish off all those men.

He wouldn't be able to live it down.

The thought was both arousing and terrifying, perhaps if they were somewhere that people didn't know him he would be all for it.

He leaned back against Dario, moaning at the fingers pushed deep inside of him.

He sucked Doc's earlobe into his mouth, lapping and nipping it gently as his fingers continued to tease him.

A third finger pushed into him slowly.

"Perhaps we should invite someone up for some fun."

The man smirked as he pushed his fingers deeper.

"What do you think of that idea?"

"Do I actually get a say?"

He muttered, he knew Dario wouldn't force anyone upon him if he didn't want it, but at the same time, this man was now he Dom, he had final say on anything that they did.

He groaned as another finger pushed into him, his body throbbing in need and he ground back against the man eagerly, trying to prompt further action.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it."

He added with a small smirk, he was an exhibitionist, having someone else there, another set of eyes watching him, it had his arousal throbbing.

"Today you do."

They needed to talk. He wanted to know what Doc was okay with doing, what he wasn't.

The only way he would find that out was to ask him. Give him the chance to tell him exactly what he was okay with and what he wouldn't ever do.

When the man spoke, Dario smirked, gripping one of the Warlock's hand, dragging to down to press the man's own fingers between his cheeks. "Play with yourself until I get back."

Dario disappeared upstairs to pull on the largest pair of track pants that Doc owned before disappearing downstairs, pausing to slap Doc's thigh as he passed him before heading into the bar.

He bypassed everyone and pushed into the bathroom. He could hear the sounds of someone jerking off from here. Excellent.

The human strolled down the stalls before knocking on the one the noise was coming from.

Deacon rubbed his fingers against his own entrance as his hand was guided their.

Slowly he pushed two fingers into himself and thrust them slowly, he didn't want to come before they had their new addition, he didn't want to get in trouble and be punished again.

Down in the pub Jarrod was sitting in one of the stalls, his hand wrapped around his arousal, someone had been moaning and crying out upstairs and he couldn't resist, like a few others he had retreated into the bathroom to take care of himself.

His pleasure was cut short as someone knocked on the stall door.

"Occupied."

He called out in annoyance, if the door was locked, obviously the person inside of busy.