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Lee is very unused to getting cars to go places. He's always just driven himself if he could, or walked if he couldn't. Hitchhiked, sometimes.

But now he's in a place where he can summon a stranger to drive him somewhere by tapping the tiny computer in his hand. The technological advancement in this place stuns him every single day. He can't even imagine how George deals with it.

He looks over at George next to him in the backseat of their current ride, watching him as he watches a touristy horse drawn carriage go by them with a big dopey grin on his face and, well, George is probably doing just fine.

He keeps staring, letting his gaze drop to the thin silver chain around George's neck. His going out collar, they've called it. Tonight is its first night in play, and Lee is eager to see how it goes.

When they arrive at the restaurant, Lee thanks the driver and slides out of the car, holding the door open and reaching out to take George's hand. "Come along, darling."

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Lee leads George through the building, smirking to himself as he unlocks the door to the apartment. Once they’re inside, Lee closes and locks the door and pushes George back against it, giving him another one of those deep, drugging kisses.

And then he pulls away entirely and tosses the keys onto the entryway table, taking the dessert bag from George and walking deeper into the apartment.

“Take off all your clothes,” Lee says in a calm but commanding voice. “And stand in the middle of the living room.”

It takes George a moment to process what Lee's just said, after he's been so thoroughly kissed. Lee walks away from him, and there's something about the tone and the order there has him blinking.

"What? No. I...Lee!" He takes a step into the apartment. "I said I fucked up, and I thought..."

What had he thought? That all was forgiven?

Lee is grateful that his back is to George because he can’t help the amused smirk that spreads across his face at the surprised petulance in George’s voice.

“I never even said anything about it being for a punishment,” Lee says as he turns around to look at George, quirking an eyebrow and tilting his head. “But that’s where your mind went. So you must know that you deserve it.”

"You don't talk to me like that when it's not a punishment," he says, almost pouring, his fingers going to the buttons of his shirt but not undoing them, just yet. "I told you -- I know I should have done more, and I'm sorry."

George looks absurdly adorable when he pouts, and Lee feels a strong rush of affection for him. Even so, he’s not getting out of this. Not unless he unlocks. And he has a pretty good feeling that George isn’t going to do that.

“I know you’re sorry,” Lee says calmly, crossing his arms over his chest and looking vaguely stern and amused all at the same time. “And now you’re going to make it up to me.”

He quirks a brow. “The more you just stand there and pout, the more you’ll be punished. So you better hop to it.”

George makes an exasperated sound, but he does start to unbutton his shirt, at least.

"It's not like I fucked him," he points out. "I didn't even want to fuck him, not really. I barely even looked at him."

Why would he, when Lee was so fucking beautiful?

“You aren’t helping your case, dear,” Lee points out, then mimics George’s accent. “Not really.”

He sets the takeout bag on the coffee table and then pushes it aside with his foot.

“And don’t think I forgot about the girl after I sent you to the bathroom,” Lee points out, and surely it’s clear by now that he’s amused more than anything. “You came for me and then got distracted on the ten foot walk back to me. So, I think you need some time to focus.”

George is still dawdling, so Lee suddenly claps his hands together and raises his voice. “I said take off your clothes, cunt. Now.”

The fact that Lee seems more amused by this than anything is infuriating and George has his mouth open to protest further but then Lee claps his hands and his fone shifts. With a face like thunder, George finishes unbuttoning his shirt and shrugs out of it and then bends to unlace his boots.

He doesn't ask to unlock.

Once he's out of his boots he unbuckles his belt and pushes his trousers down, stepping out of them and walking to stand in the middle of the living room, naked except for his jewellery.

"I still think this is unfair."

“Your feedback has been noted,” Lee says dryly, reaching out to ruffle George’s hair as he passes by him. “Stay still and face forward.”

He heads into the bedroom and retrieves the small black duffel that he’s taken to putting all their toys in out of the closet. There are a few things in there that George doesn’t even know about. Yet.

Back in the living room, he sets the bag down and takes out George’s normal collar, putting it on his neck before taking the chain off and tucking it away.

Then, with great glee, he pulls a very large dildo out of the bag. It’s pink and sparkly with a suction cup on the bottom, and Lee licks it before bending over to slam it down onto the hardwood floor, where it bobs comically.

“You did nothing, so now you’re gonna do nothing,” Lee tells him, putting the lube into George’s hand and taking a few steps back, pointing down at the dildo. “Sit on it.”

Lube in hand, George stares at it, still bobbing, his face a mask of perfect horror. For a start, it's huge. For a second, he's never had anything like that inside him.

"On that? You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Even though it’s pretty much exactly the reaction he was expecting, Lee pretends to be shocked by his tone, reaching up to put a hand on his own chest.

“All this back talk,” Lee says with a click of his tongue, stepping back to sit on the arm of the sofa, legs crossed at the ankles and arms crossed over his chest.

“You know how to end this if you want to,” Lee reminds him in a more serious voice. “If you don’t, this is what I want. Make a choice but don’t keep dragging it out or you’ll just make it worse for yourself.”

George isn't about to use his safeword. It's the principle of the thing. A muscle ticking in his jaw, he gets down on his knees, shuffling his legs apart so that, when he slicks his fingers, he can reach back and push one into his arse. He makes quick work of it because, he hopes, he can get this over with quickly.

Once he feels like he's opened himself up enough, he shuffles over to the toy, still on his knees and slicks it. Turning to face Lee, still sulking, he positions himself, reaching back to hold it steady as he slowly starts to slide into it.

Lee probably shouldn’t be so amused by the sight of George pouting while fingering himself open, but he is. Once he lines himself up with the toy, Lee takes a seat on the sofa to face him, crossing one leg over the other.

He’s close enough where, if he wanted to, he could extend his leg enough to put the toe of his boot right in front of George’s face.

“Now there’s a good boy,” Lee murmurs, tilting his head as he watches George slowly sink down onto the toy. It’s big. Bigger than George, but not by much. The sight of it disappearing into his body is enticing.

“Now, come on. Are you gonna tell me it doesn’t feel good to be that full?” Lee asks in a low voice, humming his approval as he watches George sink lower and lower. “A slut like you? I thought you’d like it.”

Lee had told him to sit on it and, however irritated he is, George is going to do as he's told, in case Lee comes up with something else. He sinks down until the toy is buried inside him. It's big, stretching him just enough to be the good side of uncomfortable. It's the biggest thing he's had inside him for years.

"It does feel good," he concedes.

“Good,” Lee replies, contented to see him follow instructions. “Now, you just sit still and think about what you’ve done.”

He gets up and leans forward to press a smacking kiss to George’s forehead, then heads to the kitchen to get himself a beer and a fork. On the way back, he leans down to give George’s ass a firm snack and then takes one of the pieces of cake out of the takeout bag before plopping back down onto the sofa.

He opens the box, takes a big bite, and moans happily.

After swallowing, he shoots George a look. “Do not even think about fucking yourself on it. Be still.”

"I wouldn't dare," says George, well aware that his inability to control his mouth is going to get him in worse trouble if he isn't careful. It's difficult to get comfortable with the toy inside him (which he knows is the point), but he tries, his hands flat against his thighs. He also tries to ignore the fact that his cock is humiliatingly hard, jutting out in front of him.

Lee gives him a look at the sass, but otherwise ignores him. He only does it because he knows it will irritate George even more.

He kicks back onto the sofa, eating cake with one hand while scrolling through his phone with the other.

“You look like you’re hating it,” Lee says dryly, glancing over to see George’s hard, wet cock. He turns his phone to snap a quick photo for good measure. “Such torture. You poor baby.”

"You try shoving something this size up your arse and see what your cock does no matter what mood you're in," he says, shifting his weight a little on his knees, gritting his teeth against a moan when the toy shifts inside him.

"I've got one you can try right here."

Well, now Lee is actually a little irritated. He shoots George a dark look and sits up, resting his elbows on his knees as he looks at George’s face.

“Oh, honey. You just blew any chance of me getting on your cock tonight,” Lee says almost coldly, reaching out to grab George’s chin. “Maybe tomorrow, too. Hope your little quip was worth it.”

Lee sighs and lets go of him, feeling frustrated and a little disrespected, and tries to figure out how best to handle this.

“Get off of it, then. It’s obviously not working,” Lee tells him, sounding audibly disappointed. “I’ll have to try something else.”

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It had been out of his mouth before he'd really thought it through and, the moment Lee reacts, he knows that he's fucked up. He could stop it, if he wanted to, but he knows that, even angry, Lee wouldn't hurt him. He trusts that.

He obeys, pulling off the cock and biting his lip at how empty he feels.

"I shouldn't have said that," he says, still on his knees.

“No, you shouldn’t have,” Lee replies, eyes narrowing at George’s contrite expression. “You were so close, too.”

He sighs and stands up, feeling absolutely ridiculous as he pries the dildo off of the floor and puts it back into the bag to clean later. He looks through it, eyes lingering on the whip, but he doesn’t want to use that. Not when he’s genuinely irritated, which he is.

So, that leaves only one real option. He pulls out a silver bowl and sets it on the floor with a clatter, then opens the creamy meringue and puts a large dollop of it in the bowl, eyes hard as he closes the box and nudges the bowl closer to George with the toe of his boot.

“All of it,” Lee tells him sternly. “I don’t want to hear a word until you’re done.”

George stares at the bowl for a long moment. The last time Lee had made him do this, he'd been improvising. George wonders how long that bowl has been waiting. Last time he'd been lapping beer up. This time, it'll be messier. He'd been keen to lick it off Lee's boots, yes, but there's going to do be no way to eat it without putting his face in it. But he doesn't want to make Lee angrier.

He makes a sound that's almost a soft growl, but he does arrange himself on hands and knees so that he can bend low, arse in the air, to start to eat.

Mostly, Lee just wanted to see if George would continue to be a brat. That’s not a road that he would have wanted to continue to go down.

But that isn’t what happens. George obviously isn’t eager, but he obeys and that’s the important part. Lee leans back against the sofa and rests his head against his hand, watching for a bit.

While the sight of George on his hands and knees licking cream out of a bowl is a good one, that isn’t really what turns him on. It’s knowing that George would debase himself like this simply because Lee asked him to.

“That’s enough,” he says once he feels like his point has been made, sitting up and reaching his foot out the drag the bowl away from George’s mouth with the toe of his boot. The bowl flips over onto the top of it, dumping cream onto the leather. “Come here.”

He gestures for George to crawl closer and rests one elbow on his knee while reaching out to cup his hand under George’s chin, wiping cream away with his thumb.

“Are we good?” He asks calmly, meeting George’s eyes.

George's face is a mess, burning hot under the cream, and his cock so aching hard it's throbbing. He meets Lee's eyes and nods. He's not drifting, not yet, but he can feel the beginnings of it.

"Yes," he says, finally. "We're good."

“Good.” Lee leans in and licks at George’s mouth, gently scraping some of the cream away from his chin with his bottom teeth.

He lifts the bowl from his boot, licking his lips as he stomps it once on the floor between George’s arms.

“Finish your dessert,” he says in a low voice, licking cream away from his thumb.