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“This isn’t much of a punishment, Greg…” Alex says, sounding a little disappointed, looking at the pink pants in his hands. “These are exactly my size, they’re not even small–”
“And you’ll wear them for the whole record today. Both episodes.”
“Yes, but –”
“No buts! Except for yours. In those pants.” Greg grins. “I promise I have a plan.”
“If you insist…”
Greg leans forward, casting a shadow over Alex, and drops his voice an octave. “Oh. I do.”
—
Both records go well, but not once is Alex asked (or told) to take his trousers down to show his new pants. As instructed, he wraps up everything in the studio and then heads to his dressing room where Greg is waiting for him. Greg’s in Alex’s armchair in the corner, and he stands up when Alex enters.
“Strip. Keep your pants on.”
“Oh!” Alex gasps, scrambling to obey. Once he’s fully naked except for his bright pink pants, he looks at Greg, awaiting further instructions.
“Sit, please.” Greg gestures to the armchair he has just vacated.
Alex takes a seat, planting his hands between his knees and trying not to fidget. He watches as Greg grabs a rolling chair from the makeup counter and rolls it over next to the armchair. Greg takes a seat.
“This is your punishment: you’re going to get off for me, and only me, but you’re not allowed to touch yourself.”
Alex’s eyes go wide as he looks at Greg, inklings of doubt forming in his eyes.
“Don’t worry,” Greg continues. “I’ll help. Just relax.”
Alex leans back in the chair, his hands sliding back from his legs and resting on the arms of the chair. He closes his eyes, letting the excitement from the day drain out of him, replaced with a different kind of excitement. He nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels Greg’s hot breath whisper against his ear.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Greg rumbles in his deepest voice. Alex can practically feel the vibrations in his bones. His eyebrows scrunch together as he allows Greg’s voice to move through him like ice water.
“You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Greg purrs. His voice is low and soft, and between its intonation and Greg’s praise, Alex feels himself getting hard in his pants, his erection beginning to strain against the pink fabric.
“Yeah, you are,” Greg continues. “So hard for me already, Alex. So good for me. Always doing what I ask of you and no complaints. Because you’re mine.” He growls out the last word, and Alex’s cock twitches hard.
“Yeah, you’re all mine,” Greg says. Alex can hear the grin in his voice. “Mine to fuck whenever I want to, to use that filthy, glorious mouth of yours, to do my bidding, and to be such a good boy for me.”
Alex whines, deep in his throat, and bucks his hips up to thrust into air. His fingers squeeze the arms of the chair, knowing he can’t touch himself. This is his punishment. It’s brutal. It’s beautiful.
“Do you know what I think about when you’re not around, Alex?” Greg sounds dangerous, like he’s going to swallow Alex whole.
“Oh god,” Alex whimpers.
“I grab my cock and think about your pretty mouth. I think about all the fascinating things it can do.”
Alex is grinding helplessly into the empty space in front of him, trying to get any friction at all between his aching cock and his pants, which now feel too tight.
“When I climax I shout your name, Alex. Over and over until I’m spent.”
“Fffffuck…” Alex bucks and grinds and throws his hips forward, chasing what little friction he gets by doing so. His breaths become short and erratic as his hips spasm and his arms shake. His knuckles are pure white from gripping the arms of the chair.
“You drive me mad, Alex.” Greg’s breath is hot as he pants the words into Alex’s ear. “Each moment I’m away from you just makes me want you more. Makes me want to pin you up against a wall and fuck you ‘til you scream. You’re so fucking beautiful, Alex.”
Greg is running short on breath, and Alex has a distant thought that Greg might also be getting himself off.
“Do you want to be a good boy and come for me, Alex?”
“God, yes –” Alex gasps, hips moving in quick short bursts.
“It’s alright, you can come. Come in your pants for me, Alex. Yeah, you’re so good. So good for me. I love you.”
It’s the last line that does it, and with a shout that’s instantly muffled by one of Greg’s large, hot hands, Alex orgasms into his pants. He feels the hot sticky spunk coat the tip of his dick as it’s caught by the fabric, and when he opens his eyes he sees a large wet patch in the middle of his crotch, white semen beading above the tip of his cock where the fabric couldn’t contain it. He looks to his right, Greg’s hand still over his mouth, and sure enough, Greg has his hand down his own pants, wanking frantically until he too comes to orgasm, Alex’s name a mere whisper on his lips. The two of them take a minute to catch their breath, and Alex kisses Greg’s palm when he goes to take his hand away.
“That was hot as fuck, Alex.”
Alex nods furiously. “Yes. I agree.”
“We should do this more often, really.” Greg raises an eyebrow and smirks.
Alex shrugs, like he couldn’t care less. “Wouldn’t mind it.”
Greg grins and leans in for a kiss. “Silly man,” he says when he pulls away.
“Hmm. Your silly man, thank you.”
“You’re goddamn right,” Greg growls, and Alex thinks that he might just be the luckiest man in the world.
