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They walk into the bar together, walking confidently side by side. It’s Stede’s first time at Jackie’s, a queer kink club; it’s his first time at any sort of club, really. Ed’s been here before, but he’s always walked in alone. He has enough of a reputation, and a recognisable face, that he immediately sees a couple of people who looked surprised to see him beside someone else.
They both know what everyone will assume. Stede in a fancy, pastel blouse with a frill up the center, wearing his nicest, tightest pair of pants, a lovely light blue, his face clean shaven, his hair coiffed perfectly, and walking with a spring in his step, beside Ed, long hair put up into a messy bun, a long beard, with black leather pants, wearing a leather jacket open over a black crop top, his arms covered in tattoos. In this part of the world, most would assume Ed to be the one in charge here. The one holding the proverbial, or quite literal, leash. At least, Ed knows what they will expect when he walks in, and it makes him equal parts anxious and proud.
They were both incredibly into public play, a kink that was hard to fulfill anywhere but this sort of club. The front room was a nice bar, low light but not impossible to see, filled with people drinking and smoking. People are making out, and some women have their tops off, but that was the extent of what was allowed in the first room.
Stede turns and sits at a seat in the middle of the bar, and Ed follows onto the seat next to them. More people are looking now, having noticed others watching and wondering what was so interesting about these two people. Then Stede turns to the bartender, and orders a rum and coke, and a glass of their finest wine. He gets a strange look from the bartender, and promptly ignores it.
“Undress, dear.” Stede says after turning towards Ed.
The room waits with bated breath, barely believing their eyes.
Until Ed pulls off his leather vest, and then his crop top, which he hands to Stede. Taking off the shirt has revealed a leather harness around his chest. He puts back the vest back on, and takes off his boots, peeling his leather pants off his legs. Underneath he’s only wearing a jock strap, his dick covered but his ass left bare.
Then Ed kneels, hands folded behind his back, and looks up at Stede. “May I please have my collar, sir?” He asks.
“Of course, pet,” Stede says evenly, taking a silk-padded leather collar from his bag and leaning down. Ed stays perfectly still as Stede wraps the collar around his neck, feeling every precise movement he makes as he buckles it. A small tag in the shape of a bone is attached to the d-ring in the front that reads Edward . It’s the only time that anyone is allowed to call him that name.
Ed attaches an expensive leather dog leash to the collar as well, and Ed takes the silent order to stand. He sits back in the seat, and starts to enjoy his drink.
And just like that, the room goes back to light conversation. Ed and Stede drink their mixed drinks, and Ed orders another before Stede finishes. Eventually, they get up again.
Stede holds his leash, and leads him towards a back door. From then, Ed guides them, but lets Stede continue to lead him towards the room they’re looking for. The sign on the door reads: PUNISHMENT.
Stede opens the door and leads him inside. “Knees, pet,” he orders the moment they’re inside the room, and Ed goes down to his knees. He takes his cue and follows on his hands and knees as Stede makes his way to a clear seat.
The energy is different in this room, just one of the many specialised and themed rooms that Jackie’s had. It’s mostly filled with people dressed in leather, or dressed in very little. Some people are giving blowjobs in plain sight, and he sees a pair where someone’s sitting on the other’s lap a little suspiciously. Most of all, there are several apparatuses around the room for people to get strapped to and punished on, which was what they were here for.
The room had quieted a little when they’d entered, but it settles out now again as people recognise the two of them as their roles. Stede sits with his legs spread, and Ed kneels between his legs, face leaning against his thigh, looking up at him with big eyes. Stede’s hand makes his way into Ed’s hair, and Ed can’t help but whine softly when he’s petted.
Several long minutes, Stede makes him wait there, but he gradually relaxes, getting used to the sounds and smell of the room. Stede makes conversation with someone, but Ed doesn’t take it in, dropping deeper and deeper just from being pet by Stede.
A slight tug on his hair and the movement of the thigh he’s leaning against stirs Ed, who had been in a blissful trance. “Time for your punishment,” Stede says, and Ed swallows, nods, and follows Stede on his hands and knees.
There’s a piece of furniture near the center of the room that they head for, and Stede helps Ed climb up onto it and starts to strap him in. It’s similar to a breeding bench, but it has him tilted down more, ass in the air and head facing down. He’s braced everywhere important, so it’s almost comfortable - it even has a cushion for his face, like on a massage table - but not so much that he forgets his place here.
Ed waits while Stede buckles him in, his wrists and ankles, torso and thighs covered with a thick belt and buckle. Ed tests his binds and finds he can barely move. He relaxes into the helplessness, panic and anticipation mixing into something that just makes him horny as hell.
Stede stands in front of him, but Ed can only see his feet, his perfect, shiny shoes, and the bottom of his pants. Stede reaches into his bag and produces a crop, making Ed swear under his breath. He hadn’t been privy to knowing which toy would be brought this evening. This was going to sting.
“Kitten,” Stede sighs. He lets the crop dangle in front of Ed. He knows they’ve collected an audience, that people in this room will be watching this. Watching him get his ass beaten, hell, have a front row seat to it. It makes a deep blush burn on his face. “Why are you being punished?”
It’s a simple enough question, but it takes Ed a great deal of effort to get past his embarrassment and answer it. “Came without permission, sir,” Ed says, making sure he’s loud enough to be heard. He knows Stede will make him say it again if he doesn’t, and wants to avoid that blow to his pride. All that pride he has, ass up and strapped onto a breeding bench.
“Good boy,” Stede says, running a hand over his head like giving him a treat. “What’s your safeword?” He asks next.
“Kraken.”
“Good, good,” Stede says again, before his hand leaves, and then his feet leave, though Ed knows Stede’s just moved to behind him. Then there’s hands on his ass, spreading the cheeks for a moment, before he lays a hard spank on one side. Ed jerks a little, whining afterwards. It was so sudden, too hard, not hard enough. He starts to slip back down into that floaty place, where only Stede’s voice reaches him.
“We’re going to start with 20 strikes,” Stede tells him in a professional, almost businesslike tone. Ed groans softly, already anticipating the burn. “Per side,” he adds, making Ed wish he could see how he rolls his eyes. Great, just great.
He’s already at a half-chub just from being here, and when Stede lays the first hit down to his right cheek, he feels himself rapidly hardening even further. Ed groans softly, squirms a little, but doesn’t have any time to recover before he’s struck on the other side of his ass as well. Stede counts the strikes out loud, which is both a relief and a torture in itself.
Stede’s methodical, and profoundly punctual, about the spanking. Ed doesn’t know how, but he manages to keep the strikes all at even intervals, and Ed loses himself in the rhythm of it. The burn spreads across his ass, from the inside towards the outside, hitting lower towards his sit spot as well. The pain keeps him alert, but also lets him drift into that perfect space.
His cock is hard as hell.
Ed manages to keep quiet for the first half of the spanking, but he starts whimpering and then softly crying out by the time it’s over. When he realises Stede’s done, he takes a deep breath, trying to speak evenly. “Thank you for the spanking, daddy,” he says, voice only breaking once. But he knows that can’t be all, that Stede has more in plan for him.
He does. Stede grabs his red, burning ass cheeks and grips both of them, spreads them a little, showing off his hole as well. Ed’s face is red, both from being upside down and from embarrassment.
“Good boy,” Stede praises, and Ed fights how warm that makes him feel. “Did so well. For your warmup.”
Ed groans audibly, and even hears a chuckle from nearby. He glares at the ground, watching as Stede gets a paddle, purposefully within his line of sight. It has holes in it, making sure the hits will be stronger. Ed braces himself.
“50 strikes. Total.” It’s a small blessing that it’s not per cheek, because he didn’t know if he’d be able to take that. Ed barely knows if he can take this, but he knows Stede is watching him and making sure he’s alright, and he knows his safeword. He feels completely safe, and relaxes into the bench.
That’s what Stede was waiting for, apparently, because a moment later comes the first strike. Stede doesn’t count these ones aloud, adding another level of uncertainty and helplessness.
Ed starts by whimpering, then yelping, then sobbing at each smack. His ass must be raw, will hurt to sit on for days. His face is probably wet and blotchy from crying.
But his dick is straining desperately against the jockstrap. He flexes his ass occasionally, desperately wishing for some kind of contact to his cock, but he knows Stede won’t let him have it. Not yet, at least.
Ed floats, and drifts, and by the time the spanking is over he’s floating somewhere around Pluto. He only starts to feel his body again as Stede calls to him, the safety of his voice breaking through the fog he’d been surrounded by.
Stede is knelt beside him, and Ed looks down at him, shifting a little bit. “Sorry,” he gets out between the gasping, teary breaths that he takes. “I’m sorry. T-thank you for the spanking, daddy.” He whines.
“You’re alright, my love.” Stede tells him, cupping the back of his neck. “All is forgiven. Are you alright? Do you want to be done?” He asks, too concerned about Ed’s sobbing to continue on without checking in.
Ed smiles a little, in contrast with the tears still coming from his eyes. “No, sir. Want to keep going,” he says, following up with a snarkier “though I don’t know how much longer I can have my head down here.”
Stede chuckles and stands up. He pulls two items from the bag, but keeps them hidden from Ed. They’d talked about this enough that Ed wasn’t worried, he knew Stede would stay within his limits, not even push the edges. Not the first time they came here, but maybe down the road…
A lube-wet finger at his asshole surprises him, and he tenses on instinct. He can hear Stede tut, and forces himself to relax, and then the finger pushes inside. Stede prepares him quickly and efficiently, not prioritising his pleasure, and it makes Ed even harder. He closes his eyes, trying to keep himself from squirming.
The fingers pull out and a toy presses against his asshole, and Ed lets it in. It’s thick, and a few moments in he knows exactly which it is: a bulbous plug covered in small nubs. The bastard.
Ed bites his lip, his cock throbbing as the plug starts to stretch his hole wider than Stede’s fingers had. The worst thing is, he knows how he must look, draped on his stomach, his ass red, his hole getting split open by a thick toy. He whines, trying to lift his head a little. “Daddy, it’s too much!” He complains, and he feels Stede pause, give him an opportunity, and then continue when he hears no safeword.
“This toy is the only way you’re going to get to cum tonight,” Stede tells him sharply, and Ed groans again. It’ll be difficult to come just from this, but he’s so strung out that he thinks he’ll be able to. Stede hadn’t let him come since his…. Accident, and it had taken them far too long to both be free to go to this club. He’s already pent up as hell.
“Yes, sir,” he moans as Stede pushes the plug further in, and keeps pressing, until finally he’s spread around the widest part of it. It’s easier then, more about jamming the thick part into his insides than stretching his hole, and Ed lets out a low groan. He clenches around the base of the plug, trying to move it inside himself, to squeeze it , anything to relieve the ache in his balls.
“First,” Stede says, stepping back. He pulls something, and suddenly the contraption he’s laying on is moving, and he’s more upright. The support for his face, except for his chin, disappears, and he can look up and almost see Stede’s face. “If you can get me off in five minutes, I’ll press a wand to your cock until you cum for me,” he promises.
Ed groans. If he doesn’t win, he doubts he’s coming tonight. But if he does complete his task, his orgasm will be sweet torture. At least it probably won’t take very long.
“Yes, daddy,” he says anyway, because he can’t deny Stede anything, especially not a blowjob. He fucking loves giving head, and he’s damn good at it, he knows it.
He looks up as much as he can, sees Stede licks his lips. Stede usually knows he’s deep in subspace when he starts calling him daddy so openly, and Stede looks pleased to have put him there.
Stede undoes his pants, unleashes his monster of a cock, and holds it in front of Ed’s mouth. Ed stares at it, a little cross-eyed, and licks his own lips. He opens his mouth, tries to lean forward, but can’t quite reach him.
Stede teases him, rubs the head of his hard cock against his lips, lets Ed get a lick in before backing away again. Ed clenches around the toy and whines, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
“Oh, alright,” Stede tells him good-naturedly, finally giving in and pushing his hips forward. The head of his cock slides into Ed’s mouth, and Ed’s tongue is already working in circles, collecting precum and teasing his slit. “Time starting… now.”
Ed puts his all into it, making up what he lacks in precision with his pure passion for Stede’s cock. He licks and sucks at the head, tasting all he can, until Stede starts to push forward.
Ed obediently holds his mouth open and relaxes his throat as Stede pushes down into it, though even he can’t contain a single gag. Stede keeps his cock pressed deep, forces him to endure it, and Ed’s eyes roll back a little. He clenches around the plug, wishing it was enough to come.
Stede finally lets up, and lets him get a little air, before starting to fuck his mouth. Ed does all he can to make it good, hollowing his cheeks and wrapping his lips around his teeth and licking when he gets a moment to. He moans, partially for the vibrations around Stede’s cock, but also because he feels like he’s in fucking heaven .
Ed drifts with Stede’s cock down his throat. He has no idea if it’s been five minutes yet, and he doesn’t care. He’d forgo orgasms for a month just for Stede to keep fucking his throat. He grabs onto Ed’s hair, and holds on tight, forcing him to meet the thrusts with the limited mobility of his neck. It hurts, and Ed’s floating. His eyes are closed and he opens them just to look up at Stede as he roughly fucks his throat.
Ed knows when Stede’s getting close, because his hand tightens and his thrusts get a bit sloppier. He moans around his cock again, trying to help him along, but mostly lets himself be a hole for Stede to get himself off in.
Stede grunts and presses his hips to Ed’s mouth, cutting off his air as he comes down his throat. Ed swallows what he can, though most just goes down his throat of its own volition. He’s just starting to get worried about a lack of air when Stede pulls back, the tip of his cock resting on Ed’s tongue.
“What a good kitten,” Stede tells him as Ed starts to lick over the tip of his cock again. Stede groans and pulls back, checking his watch for show. “You’ve deserved a reward, little one,” Stede tells him fondly, petting through his hair again.
Ed moans and wriggles a little, past words at this point in the night. Stede chuckles, running his thumb over Ed’s lower lip before pulling back.
Ed whines when he goes out of sight, but he’s rewarded a moment later by the tip of a wand vibrator pressing just under the head of his cock. Ed gasps, thrashing like he’d been shocked, as the wand turns on and pushes him towards insanity.
Even through the jockstrap, which is soaked through with precum, the vibrations are intense. Immediately Ed feels like he’s going to come. He has to put all his effort into keeping himself from coming, because he doesn’t have permission yet, and Stede is evil .
The ribbed toy in his ass moves, and Ed realises Stede’s jiggling the plug, pushing it in and out a little to rub those nubs right over his prostate. Ed lets his head drop, neck as unsupportive as an infant’s, and sobs.
Stede must be able to tell he can’t hold on like this any longer, and when he turns the vibrator to a higher setting, he has mercy. “Come for me, pet.”
Ed comes the moment the words process, his entire world reduced to that sharp point at the tip of his dick and the overwhelming pressure inside his ass. He knows he’s crying, probably let out far too loud a noise, and he doesn’t care, doesn’t give a shit about the people watching around them. Stede is the one giving this to him, Stede is the one taking care of him. Stede is all that matters.
When Ed can think again, he’s no longer bound to the bench, and his ass is empty, though he can feel that his come is drying inside his jockstrap. Stede’s wiping a soft rag between his cheeks, cleaning lube off his ass, and Ed lets out a content sigh. Everything hurts. He’s never felt better.
Stede comes around and kneels in front of him, reaching up to gently wipe the tears from his face with a thumb. “How are you, darling? Coming down?” He says, worried as usual.
Ed smiles and nods, leaning into his hand. “Good. So good. Help me up?”
Stede helps him stand, and wraps a silk robe around him. Ed leans into him as they leave for one of the aftercare rooms, not paying any attention to the others around them in the room.
The aftercare room is a small bedroom with all the supplies they may need, including a well-stocked minifridge. Only the best for Stede, as usual. Ed winces as he sits down on the bed, his ass protesting, and shifts to lay more on his side.
“How was that? Not too harsh, I hope?” Stede says as he brings over a tube of ointment, pushing Ed gently to his stomach and baring his ass again. Stede’s hands hurt and soothe as he starts to rub the cream into the red flesh of Ed’s ass.
“Perfect,” Ed reassures him, meaning it. He feels like he could fall asleep right there. He wonders how long Stede’s reserved the room for.
“We can sleep here if you’d like,” Stede says, leaving the option open. Ed will decide once he’s come back a bit more whether or not he wants to go home tonight and sleep in a familiar bed. As long as he has Stede with him.
“Snacks?” Ed asks hopefully, and once Stede finishes he leaves, washes his hands in the en-suite, and returns to look through the minifridge. He reads the options off to Ed, who decides on a few candy bars and some soda.
Stede pulls his tablet from the bag he’s brought, and sets it up so they can watch one of Ed’s comfort shows while he devours the snacks. Stede presses up against his back, holding him closely and carefully.
They lay like that together, Ed coming up and Stede calming down, until Ed decides he’s ready to head home.