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There's a food truck festival in Petros Park that night, and Lee takes George mostly so he can see his face while trying new things, like squid balls and deep fried cheesecake. It's a good time and once they're full, neither of them are ready for the night to end so they wind up at a bar not far from George's place.

It's sort of mid-tier, not super nice but not a total dive, either. They get a few rounds at the bar, leaning against each other and laughing, and Lee realizes that he's drunk sort of all of a sudden, like it snuck up on him. It makes him more handsy, makes him bite at George's shoulder through the sleeve of his shirt. It makes him notice how many eyes are on George all the time.

The bartender brings them a round of tequila shots on a little tray complete with a salt shaker and lime wedges, and Lee looks up at him questioningly.

"We didn't order this," Lee tells him, and the bartender waves him off and tells him someone asked for them to be sent over. "Who?"

The bartender just shrugs and turns away to help a group of rowdy young women, and Lee glances at the shots before looking around the room a bit suspiciously. "Hm."

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George has taken pain in the pursuit of sex before. His pursuit of James had left him bruised, with a shoulder that still aches, sometimes, in the cold. This, though? This is different. He knows that all he has to say is 'no', and that'll be an end to it. Lee won't force him. He won't be angry.

He nods, face flushed, cock aching.

"Hurt me," he says. "Please."

George looks so good like this, flushed and helpless, eyelashes clumped together with unshed tears and chin slick with spit. Lee feels a little sick to find it so hot, but that’s part of what this is for, right? They can both get what they need.

Lee nods and reaches out to cup George’s chin, thumbing roughly at his swollen mouth. He uses that grip to urge George up higher onto his knees, then grabs him around the waist and all but hauls him up into Lee’s lap. He lays George across his thighs, his own cock pressed against George’s belly.

George’s is still trapped in his sweats, and Lee slides his hand down the back of them, squeezing at his ass and then pressing in on the base of the toy.

“You like being across my lap, don’t you?” Lee asks in a low voice, tugging George’s sweats down over his hips to expose his ass, so pale and pretty and round, begging to be marked.

George grunts as Lee manhandles him into place, ends up with his head down and his arse up, achingly aware of the press of Lee's hard, spit-slick cock against him. Forming words is increasingly difficult, but he manages to make as Lee pulls his sweats down, his face burning with the humiliation of the position he finds himself in.

"Yes," he says, and he's almost squirming with the shame of admitting it.

What Lee can see of George’s face goes red and he twists like he’s embarrassed. Lee’s first instinct is to soothe him, but remembers that this is part of it for George.

“It’s okay,” Lee says in a low voice, rubbing his hand in slow circles over George’s backside, and then using his thumb to spread his cheeks wider around the base of the toy. “I won’t tell anyone how much you like having your ass up in the air like you’re just waiting to be used.”

Lee lifts his hand and brings it down in a sharp slap that’s still more of a tease than anything, a promise of what’s to come. He puts his other hand on top of George’s wrists where they’re bound at the small of his back, well aware of how much squirming George will have to do to accomplish what he asks for next.

“Bring it up a little higher, c’mon,” Lee says in a casually demeaning voice, letting out a short whistle while giving George’s ass a few sharp pats. “Show me what a slut you are.”

He hesitates, but only because he's working out how he's going to accomplish what Lee has asked for. He ends up having to squirm his hips, the friction on his cock maddening, to get his arse higher and his head lower.

"Like that?" he asks, far enough under that words feel odd in his mouth.

“Just like that, baby,” Lee purrs out, palming the back of his head and then shifting his arm until he can slide his middle and index fingers into George’s mouth to give him something to suck on. “If it hurts, you can bite down.”

Lee takes a deep breath as he looks down at the sight before him, so aroused that he’s nearly dizzy. He drags his tongue over his own palm and then brings it down against George’s ass with a loud crack.

Lee's hand connects and George moans around the fingers in his mouth, his hips squirming. When the sting settles, he starts to suck on Lee's fingers, the sound obnoxiously loud in the quiet room.

He wouldn't have anticipated loving this so much before the first time. He definitely wouldn't have imagined it being something he'd crave.

George truly seems to love this, and Lee thinks he understands, at least a little. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, and walking it can cause quite a buzz. Lee compares it to when he uses his tattoo gun on himself. The sting of it makes everything else dull.

“That’s it. My good little whore,” Lee rasps out, feeling his cock lurch the obscene way that George is sucking on his fingers, wet and loud. Lee spanks him again and then reaches for the remote for the toy, careful not to let George see him do it. Not that he’d notice, anyway. His eyes are closed and he’s half-melted into Lee’s lap.

He switches on the toy to its lowest setting and then drops the remote to give him two more hard smacks to his ass, and then another on the backs of his thighs. “Remember, you’re not allowed to come until I say so. You better obey this time.”

The toy buzzes into life inside him and George whimpers, his hips squirming against Lee's lap. He grunts with each of the slaps, his hips jerking, his mouth still around Lee's fingers.

"Fuck," he breathes, nodding. "I know. I understand."

“Good,” Lee grunts out, shoving his fingers deeper into George’s mouth again. After spanking George again, he reaches over and picks up the cat o’ nine tails. He looks at it curiously, curling his hand around the handle and brushing the end of the tails at the back of George’s neck, sweeping it down over his bound arms and over his ass and thighs, all the way to where is sweats are bunched around his knees, and then back up again.

He swings it back and flicks the ends against George’s ass just hard enough for a light slap of leather, just testing it out.

Lee's fingers press deeper into his mouth and George gags slightly, his eyes watering. He feels the brush of the leather against his skin and then the sudden slap against his skin and it takes him a moment to place what it is.

"Yes," he says, finally. "That. Please."

“I’m not sure you’re exactly in a position to make demands,” Lee drawls out, unable to help the edge of fondness in his voice.

He lets go of the whip to give George another barehanded slap, then picks up the whip again. Now he has a sense for how to use it, and he brings it down a little harder, eyes widening at the sound the leather makes hitting his skin, like a quick cascade of cracks.

it feels completely different from being hit with Lee's hand and George moans, his hips shifting at the impact. He goes back to sucking on Lee's fingers, like he's almost desperate for it. He is. He's desperate for it.

“Fuck, look at you,” Lee breathes out, cradling George’s jaw while keeping his fingers hooked into his eager mouth.

In this position, he can’t really rear his arm back enough to really get a lot of momentum, but that’s okay. It’s enough for now to just experiment with where and how hard to hit without doing much damage. Maybe a few little welts here and there, but nothing worse than what he’s done with his hand, he doesn’t think.

He pauses to turn the toy up another notch, and then teasingly drags the tails up over the swell of his balls and his stretched open hole, then smacks it harder just above his tailbone.

The touch to his balls is maddening and he squirms in response to the added pressure on the base of the toy. When the whip connects with his skin, he grunts, hating and loving how undignified that sound is.

His cock throbs with every strike.

“Look at you,” Lee says again. “So needy that you’re squirming.”

Lee turns off the toy and eases it out, leaning over to spit into George’s open hole, rubbing it into the slick muscle. He glances at the discarded whip and the smooth handle with the rounded end, and remembers something George had said at the shop.

“Just happy to have anything inside you, I bet,” Lee murmurs, picking the whip up and holding it by the top of the handle, rubbing the end of it against his hole before slowly nudging the rounded end inside, letting it sink in a few inches. It’s smaller than Lee’s cock, but that’s not the point. The point is to make George sit there with the handle of a sex toy inside of him, and how that makes him feel.

It takes him a moment to realise what's happening, what Lee's doing to him, making him lie there and take. He fights the urge to hide his face, can't help but picture what he must look like with the toy sticking out of him like a tail.

"Christ," he mumbles.

Lee lets out a warm chuckle and fucks him with the toy a little, just to really let it sink in, then pulls it out and flips it over to whip him again, harder than before.

George’s ass is pink all over, so pretty and round, and Lee can’t help himself. He leans in and bites firmly at the fleshiest part of one cheek. It’s not hard enough to break skin, but the indent of his teeth is left behind when he pulls away.

Then, as if in apology, he sinks two fingers into George’s ass and seeks out his prostate, rubbing firmly. “Just marking what’s mine.”

He likes being spanked with Lee's hand but he's finding that he loves the whip, the way the pain spreads and diffuses. He yelps when Lee bites him, biting down on the fingers in his mouth almost unconsciously, which muffles the loud, ragged moan when Lee starts to finger him again.

George bites down on his fingers and Lee jerks beneath him, lifting one foot only to slam it back into the floor as he moans, tossing his head back as he breathes through an intense rush of pleasure. His cock is leaking against George’s belly, demanding attention, and he swallows hard.

“You’re gonna come like this,” Lee demands, spanking George with his hand right over the bite mark. “And then I’m gonna fuck you until you come again. However long it takes.”

He pulls his fingers out only to press back in with three, massaging firmly at his prostate. He pulls his fingers free of George’s mouth and grabs the leash, tugging on it enough for George to really feel the pressure of the collar around his throat. “Understand?”

He's startled by the reaction, but he shouldn't be, not when he can feel the mess that Lee's hard cock is painting against his belly. He grunts at the impact of the slaps, spilling into a moan when Lee presses what feels like more than two fingers now back into him. The combination of that and the firm pressure on the leash is verging on overwhelming. He can't help but squirm. He nods, hair falling into his face.

"I understand."

“Good boy,” Lee pants out, wrapping the leash around his fist to pull on it a bit more. He massages George’s prostate with more purpose now, applying unrelenting pressure until George is nothing but a whining, quivering mess.

“Such a needy little thing,” Lee murmurs, dragging it out for another few seconds just to watch him squirm, marveling over how beautiful he looks. “Okay, baby. Come for me.”

He doesn't qiuite come on demand, but it doesn't take long -- another few squirms of his hips and then he's coming, straining and trembling against the tug of the lead around his throat. His breath sobs out of him. He can't imagine the mess he's making.

George’s orgasm comes with a force that Lee doesn’t expect and all he can do is stare at him for a few moments, wide-eyed and awed. It’s so beautiful, and Lee feels so immensely satisfied. So powerful.

“That’s it. That’s so good. I’m so proud of you,” Lee murmurs, feeling George’s cock pulse against his thigh, making a mess between their bodies. Lee works him through it, then slows his fingers and pulls them free, loosening his grip on the leash at the same time. George is shaking all over and Lee lets out a soothing sound, holding the trembling mess of him as if he’s the most important thing in the world.

In the moment, and in most of Lee’s moments lately, that’s exactly what he is.

The praise is just as good as the humiliation, and George finds himself settled by it. It makes him think of time spent on horses, soft words whispered to calm a beast's racing heart. He whimpers, turning his head.

"Thank you."

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