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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 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.

Now, this part he's actively fantasised about since Lee had him lick his own come off Alex's boots that night in the club. He swallows, shifting his position slightly so that he can lower his head and drag his tongue across polished leather.

They both understand, he’s pretty sure, that this is no longer punishment. There’s a reason he cleaned his boots, and it certainly wasn’t to punish him.

“That’s it,” Lee murmurs, reaching down to card his fingers through George’s hair, tugging softly. “Lick my boot clean.”

If George truly gets off of humiliation, which he obviously does, then Lee understands why this would do it for him. It’s not something that Lee would have ever thought about before, but knowing that it turns George on so much makes it achingly hot.

It's so deeply humiliating, both the act itself and how hard he is, his cock leaking as he licks the mess of cream and sugar and fruit off the leather of Lee's boot. He shuffles his knees slightly wider apart, feeling like a complete whore, loving it all the same.

Lee chuckles as George repositions himself to stick his ass up even more, leaning forward to slide his hand down George’s back. He slaps his ass hard enough to leave a red echo of his hand behind, and then hooks two fingers possessively into his body, still wet and open from the toy.

“What a terrible slut you are,” Lee growls out, tilting his foot to the side to give George better access to the rest of the dessert. “So hard you’re dripping all over the floor. Should I have you lick that up, too?”

It all helps, all pushes him deeper into that dreamy, floating stage he's come to crave. He loves the way Lee just pushes two fingers into him, like they belong there. He moans at the suggestion, his mouth still on Lee's boot. He'd do it and they both know it.

“You whore,” he says as George moans, chiding and amused all at once. He slides his fingers free and gives George’s ass another slap but sitting up and undoing his slacks, working his hard cock out of his fly. He’s still otherwise completely dressed while George is obscenely naked and that’s hot, too.

He grabs George by the hair and pulls him away him his boots like a kitten away from food, and looking just as messy with cream smeared across his mouth and chin.

“Put your mouth to better use,” he tells George, slumping back against the sofa and holding the base of his cock, watching him expectantly.

George hesitates for a beat, unsure whether he's supposed to wipe his face or not, his eyes on Lee's cock. He wonders, distantly, if Lee had meant what he'd said before about not letting George's cock inside him tonight. It does matter. In the end, he sways forward on his knees without wiping his face, sliding his mouth down over Lee's cock in one smooth movement.

George’s sinful mouth envelops his cock and Lee groans low in his throat, relaxing back against the sofa to watch. He keeps one hand fisted in George’s hair, twisting and pulling, while rocking his hips.

“You’re such a good little whore when you want to be,” Lee teases, smirking a little and reaching out to scrape his finger along the corner of George’s mouth, wiping away cream and bringing it to his own mouth to suck away the taste of it.

Lee drags George off of him by his hair just to stare at him for a moment, taking in his swollen lips and pink cheeks. He lifts his free hand to give George a few light slaps on his cheek and mouth, then drags him back down onto Lee’s cock, rocking up forcefully while holding George’s head in place.

George is sinking fast, and he loves it. Lee calls him a whore, pulls his hair, and it all makes his cock throb. When Lee holds his head and fucks his mouth, he moans, the sound coming out garbled around Lee's cock.

“Such a fucking slut,” Lee says when George moans around his cock. He seems a little out of it, a little dazed, but Lee knows that’s kind of the point.

He shifts his leg until he kick George’s thighs wider apart, then presses the top of his boot up between George’s legs, worn leather against his cock and balls. He rocks his foot back and forth, applying pressure while fucking George’s mouth almost roughly, nudging the head of his cock against the back of George’s throat.

With his head shoved down, his mouth still on Lee's cock, it takes him a long moment to figure out what Lee is doing when he kicks his legs, but then Lee's foot is there, his boot snug against George's cock and balls and it gives him something to rock against, and he's pathetically grateful. Lee's cock nudges the back of his throat and George does his best to press lower, to swallow around it.

“That’s it,” Lee murmurs, amused and pleased when George starts to rock against his foot. “Hump my shoe like a little bitch.”

George sinks further down, taking Lee into his throat, and he groans as he forces himself in as deep as he can, until George’s nose is pressing into his pelvic bone. He keeps George there for a long, drawn out moment, petting his hair and squeezing the back of his neck. When George starts to squirm, Lee holds him firmly for another few seconds, drawing out his breathlessness, and then finally lets him go.

George pulls off of him with a wet gasp, spit leaking from his mouth, and Lee is enthralled.

“Even the air in your lungs is mine,” Lee tells him in a low voice, reaching out to grab George roughly by the chin. “Don’t forget that.”