"Pete, are you ready?" Patrick asks, opening the bedroom door to see Pete's hand on his cock, hips arching off the bed and a strangled moan escaping his throat.

"Oh shit," He gasps, tugging the blanket over himself but Patrick's seen it and he's glaring hard at Pete with a look of disappointment and anger.

"Pete," Patrick says with that voice that makes Pete's heart sink and his cock grow impressively harder.

"I-I was hard and it wouldn't stop and I didn't want to be like that when we got there–" Pete tries but Patrick walks forward and wraps his hand around Pete's throat, keeping the back of his head on the pillow.

"I don't fucking care what happened. You did not ask permission. And you know we're performing tonight. So you know what? I think we'll just have to skip the flogger and the plug tonight. I think we'll just have to let you stay that way all night, huh?"

Pete gasps as soon as Patrick lets go of his throat, "Please don't, please, i just— Patrick, don't."

"Nuh-uh. That can't go unpunished, now can it?" Patrick shoves the handcuffs lying on the floor in his duffel bag and forced the collar on the bedside table around Pete's throat, "Do not touch that."

Pete whimpers as Patrick leaves the room with the bag and the car keys and says to him, "Get dressed in the next two minutes. And put on the cockring from the drawer. Or you won't have to get dressed."

Pete blushes as the door slams shut and he stares at the open drawer, the metal ring, and he takes in a deep breath as he forces it over his cock and he pulls up his sweatpants, an obvious bulge pushing against the fabric. He can't help but feel humiliated as he rushes out to the car, vibrator in hand.

This will not be fun.

•••

"Chin up," Patrick says as he finishes off the knots on Pete's ankles, forcing his legs open, the chair cold against his thighs and back. He's sweating far too much to notice it, though, and he whines high-pitched when Patrick bites down into his shoulder, sending his muscles tensing and his back arching. His chin is the last thing he thinks about even as Patrick slaps him hard and forces it up himself.

"Safeword?"

"Blue," Pete gasps, loud enough for the audience to hear.

"What are we practicing today?" Patrick replies in that loud, commanding voice that makes Pete's insides twist.

"O-Orgasm denial," Pete says softly in response. Patrick had briefed him on the way over. Cockrings, blowjobs, and vibrators. Lots of vibrators. Pete would be very distracted through the entire thing, but Patrick knows that's the best time to force him to focus on giving his own blowjobs. When all he wants to do is bite down; but he can't.

"Louder! You have an audience, sweetheart," Patrick grins, stroking Pete's cock softly as he leans over the chair.

"Orgasm denial," Pete says, louder this time.

"And why is that, hmm?" Patrick teases.

"I was touching myself because I didn't wanna—"

Patrick slaps Pete harder than before, causing a burn, a wildfire through his left cheek, "I asked you why we're denying you orgasms. Not why I caught you touching yourself. I don't care that you'd like to preserve your dignity. Because that's not gonna last anyways."

Pete nods, shutting his mouth as Patrick strokes the tender flesh he just hit.

"Let's begin, huh?"

Pete nods softly, not sure how to reply.

Patrick pulls out a gag from the duffel bag along with a vibrator, "Chin up."

Pete raises his chin as Patrick slips the ball gag between his teeth and clips it in the back. The stage is silent as Patrick grabs the vibrator and stands behind Pete, Pete's head resting on Patrick's chest as Patrick turns it on low and presses it to the bottom of Pete's cock, sending his hips jerking almost immediately, a soft moan parting through Pete's lips.

"Good boy," Patrick murmurs, as Pete's hands grip each other and he cries out when the wand comes up the underside and finds the tip, making Pete jump almost immediately.

"Sir," Pete cries through the gag, his legs shaking immediately, "Sir, fuck,"

"Shut up," Patrick snarls, his spare hand coming up to hold his hand around his throat. Pete lets out a wanton moan and sobs out as the vibrator makes circles and Pete gasps out his hips grinding hard.

"Gonna cum," Pete tries but Patrick pulls away almost immediately, making Pete cry out, his legs shaking violently. Patrick pulls off the ring and unties his legs from the chair, "Stay there."

Pete watches as Patrick grabs a different cockring, one that vibrates and a plug, one that also vibrates, and Pete whimpers, biting down on the ball gag. Patrick turns back and shoves the ring down on Pete's cock, causing him to groan at the feeling before he forces him to turn and pulls lube from his pocket, "Easy."

Pete grips the chair seat as Patrick slicks up two fingers and presses it gently into him, watching him jerk before relaxing into the feeling, "Arch your back."

Pete dips his back down, his ass on clear view for the audience and Patrick grins as he grabs the plug and lubes it up before easing it in, "Sir–" he tries, but Patrick grabs his collar for the last bit as it slowly sinks in and stops, nothing but a jewel left.

"Knees," Patrick says, pulling back and letting Pete slowly pull himself away. He drops down, hurting his knees but he doesn't think on it. Patrick unclasps his gag and parts his lips, his tongue out slightly. Patrick unzips and unbuttons his jeans, pulling out his cock. Pete's heart begins racing despite the fact it just slowed down. He tries to swallow it down but Patrick pushes him away by his hair and instead strokes himself, grinning at how desperate Pete looks

"Keep your mouth closed until I say you can open it you ungrateful slut," Patrick growls, putting emphasis on the T in slut. Pete whines, but he doesn't do anything or he knows his punishment will be much worse.

Patrick grabs a remote from the pocket of his jeans that have sunk to his thighs and he hits a button and almost immediately, Pete cries out as the plug and the ring begin vibrating. It's a low level, but Pete knows it'll get to him eventually. Patrick grips Pete's jaw in an iron hand and grins deviously as Pete moans softly, pleading for mercy but Patrick's rubbing his precum against his lips and jaw and cheeks and it isn't until he feels his cock twitch slightly that he finally presses against Pete's lips and says, "Open."

Pete's quick and obedient, groaning at the soft lull that vibrates the best parts and how he wants nothing more than to please Patrick. He wants to be good and he's slipping into something deeper that they've only ever experienced in the privacy of their home. Never out like this. Patrick seems to notice Pete close his eyes as Patrick pushes his head all the way down and he wastes no time in cranking up the vibe up to max. Pete pulls off immediately, choking as he cries out, loud and needy and overcome with ecstasy.

"Oh, honey," Patrick coos, watching Pete struggle to stay up as he grinds against air, his cock straining hard, his legs shaking violently, and sweat beginning to drench down his chest, "Does it hurt?"

Patrick turns down the vibrations to 3/10 and forces Pete to kneel up straight and swallow down Patrick's cock again, "You're gonna be a good boy. You're gonna stay here. Hmm?"

Pete nods, letting out a soft, "Uh-huh," as he looks right up at Patrick, into his eyes, the plug massaging against his prostate. When Patrick isn't satisfied with Pete's speed and how clean he is about it, Patrick grips the back of his head and sits back into the chair before pushing him back down again, this time in a more comfortable position. Patrick begins fucking Pete's face. He doesn't give him time to suck up the spit or stop his gag reflex, he only forces him all the way down and all the way up, fast.

"You're a good little cockslut, huh?" Patrick asks, pulling Pete's head up to look him in the eye and let him catch his breath. Patrick turns the vibe up to 5/10 and Pete groans out loudly as he nods, his eyes rolling.

"Say it."

"I'm a cockslut," Pete whispers, out of earshot of the audience.

"Say it louder." Patrick turns his head toward the audience, "Say it to them."

"I-I'm a cockslut," Pete stutters, biting his lip right after. It comes back out red and swollen.

"What kind of a cockslut?" Patrick asks. He sees some people chuckling, some grinning, some too caught up on each other to notice.

"I-I'm a good little cockslut," Pete whines, softer. He seems reluctant but Patrick knows he loves the humiliation.

"Louder, you fucking whore," Patrick snarls, turning the vibe up to 6/10 and watching Pete immediately buck his hips into Patrick's calf.

"I'm a good little cockslut," Pete cries out, louder than before.

"Then make me cum," Patrick says, forcing Pete's head straight, "And I might think about you cumming."

Pete immediately dives down, knowing how Patrick likes it and he parts his lips to swallow him down, letting the drool drip down to his thighs and balls because there's one thing on his mind. He needs to cum. His cock is aching, his hips are rolling against nothing and he's pretty sure Patrick's brought it up to 10/10. Patrick strokes his cheek, groaning and arching his back as he begins shoving his head down again himself, but this time, the taste of cum fills his mouth before he can prepare himself and before he can spit, Patrick grasps his jaw and says in the deepest, sexiest voice he's ever heard, "Swallow like good boys do."

Pete does, and he pulls away, gasping and biting his lip against and gripping his thighs so he doesn't grip his cock instead, "Should we let you cum now?"

Pete nods vigorously, pushing his head into Patrick's thigh as he tries his best to remain stoic through his masochism, "Maybe. It's about time. Huh?"

Pete whimpers as Patrick sits him down on the chair and pulls off the cockring slowly, turning it off manually. He kisses him softly, letting him arch his back and cry out, the plug still right against his prostate. He moans loud, legs shaking as Patrick strokes him twice and he's cumming hard, all over his thighs and his stomach. Patrick chuckles, continuing to stroke him through his high until he just sits, exhausted. Patrick turns to the audience and says with a final word of dismissal, "Thank you for coming! I hope you enjoyed. We will not be taking questions if you have any, we have to get home. But thank you again. We'll see you next week."

Patrick gathers Pete up in his arms and say to him as he grabs a towel from off stage, "I'm so proud of you. So, so proud of you. You did great."

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