#p:nate | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

cassidyastorxaviershaw · 5 years

Text

little bit of fun || nate && eli

Who: @elihummelsub && @domitxnate

When: 14th May 2019

Where: Nate’s Dorm Room

Word count: 3901

Eli had made sure to set off to the Dom building early and with enough time to spare. Kurt had warned him that, if he was with other Dom's he would have to kneel and he was prepared for that but he hadn't been sure what to wear so he went in jeans and a plain black t-shirt. He got outside Nate's room and checked the time, five minutes to spare. He knelt down on the floor and gulped looking up at door and, as six o'clock hit he lent forward and knocked gently, putting his hands back on his thighs as he did.

Nate was always excited to play with someone knew and Eli was no exception. He made it back from the pool and grabbed a quick shower. He pulled on some athletic shorts just in time to hear the knock on the door. Nate smiled as he opened the door to see the boy kneeling for him. "Good boy," he hummed and moved to the side. "Come on in, strip for me and kneel by the couch," he said, shutting the door before sitting on the couch to wait. Once Eli was in place Nate took in a breath, "So remind me of your safe word and what you are sexually okay with."

Eli smiled at the praise right away and entered the room, listening to the orders and doing exactly as asked, removing his clothes quickly, knowing it was the first time here he'd be getting naked for someone else. He kneeled by the couch and looked up to Nate, "I use the traffic light colours for safewords and it's easier to say I just don't do Vore, Scat and ageplay" he nodded.

Nate nodded as Eli answered him, taking them all into account. "Alright, so for the next several hours, ya will be my personal toy. If I order ya to do somethin', I expect ya to obey. Knowin' that, do ya consent to sex, both oral and anal?" he asked, making sure he crossed all his t's and dotted all his i's.

Eli smiled at the idea of being a sex toy, this was new too him but he was definitely willing to give it a go and as always, he knew he could use his safe words if needed, "Yes Sir" he said with a nod, "I'd be honoured to be your personal toy sir" he added, his eyes not leaving Nate so he could see he was serious.

"Alright then," he smirked, getting up quickly to make his way to the play room, bringing back a suction cupped dildo and lube, placing the dildo secured on the coffee table and the lube next to it and returning back to the couch. He pulled his cock out of his shorts and turned the TV onto Sportscenter. "Alright, dear," he said, "start suckin' on my cock."

Eli watched as Nate walked away and came back and his eyes widened a little at the toys, more from curiosity. He watched as he sat back down and pulled his cock out and gave a nod of approval and as he was given the order, he crawled over to Nate and brought his mouth closer, licking the tip to start and then closing his mouth around Nate's shaft, bobbing his head up and down as he sucked Nate's cock, making himself go as deep as he could.

Nate kept most of his focus on the television, catching the high lights from games he really didn't care about now that college football season is over, but it was his favorite thing to watch while getting head because he didn't have to focus on anything in particular. He moaned and hummed as he felt Eli's tongue against his sensitive tip, a little louder as he felt Eli's mouth slide farther over his cock. "Nice and slow, darlin'," he added, "i just want your mouth on me while I watch this."

Eli hummed, hoping the vibrations would make Nate feel good. He moved slowly, his head bobbing up and down on Nates cock, his tounge running over the tip with every suck before he'd allow himself to go deep again, always trailing a lick up the shaft as he'd come back up.

Nate let himself get lost in the sensations of Eli’s mouth and tongue running over his cock as the sounds of announcers and spokesmen surrounded the two of them. Nate let him continue for most of the show, moaning and humming quietly until his length was rock hard in Eli’s mouth. Finally, he tugged the boy’s hair to pull him off the glistening, pulsing rod. “Good boy,” he hummed. “Now go a head and ready yourself to ride that dildo.”

Eli continued to suck until he was pulled away and he looked up at Nate, biting his lip as Nate gave him his next order. He had used toys on himself before so, grabbed the lube, leant backwards supporting himself with one arm and put some on his fingers, gently working his own hole, stretching himself a little in order to be ready to ride the dildo as and when Nate told him too.

Nate kept his cock out - he’d need it later, but watched the pretty boy follow his orders. There was something about watching someone do exactly what he told them to that made the swimmer absolutely crazy. It was beautiful to watch Eli finger himself, and as it was happening easier and easier, he figured it was time. “Ya ready darlin?” He asked with a nod, “then get yourself on that toy, nice and slow. This is about my pleasure not yours.”

Eli continued to work his hole until he could comfortably say he was stretched, biting his lip to stop any moans from escaping. When Nate asked if he was ready, he simply nodded, standing and positioning himself above the dildo. He heard Nates words and breathed out, "Yes sir, for you" and then slowly lowered himself down on the dildo, giving himself moment to adjust as it entered him and then continuing to ease himself down, even the biting on his lip not stopping the moan escape him.

“Good boy,” he hummed as he watched Eli start, nice and slow. He watched him from the couch a few moments, moaning himself as he slowly stroked against his length. After a bit, Nate got up to do a few random things, taking a trip to the bathroom, throwing his shorts in the laundry, getting a drink. Then he disappeared into the play room, re-emerging with nipple clamps. “Lower yourself and stay still a minute,” he said, playing with Eli’s nipples to erect them before clamping the clips on to each nipple. “Mmm perfect. Continue.”

Eli revelled in the praise, slowly raising himself up and down until he was able to go down all the way before bringing himself back up. He moaned a few times, never one for being all that silent unless he had something in his mouth. He stopped as Nate told him and threw his head back as Nate played with his nipples and clamped them, "Thank you sir" he breathed out as he continued to ride the dildo, slowly at first but starting to pick up his pace a little.

Nate gave him a smile as Eli kept going, watching the clamps jump against his skin as he began to ride the toy and Nate returned to the couch. “Let me hear ya, darlin,” he said getting settled back on the couch with his exposed cock still rock hard. “I love it when my toys moan and whimper.”

Eli stopped biting his lip as Nate gave him permission to make noise and he started to moan and gasp as he rode the dildo, "Yes Sir" he breathed out as he quickened his pace a little more, ensuring to go all the way down with every move he made.

Nate hummed quietly, enjoyin the sounds of the pretty boy riding and playing with himself on the table in front of him. The clamps bounced as he did and Nate's hard returned to his own member, stroking softly as he watched. "Faster now, darlin'," he urged, "use that toy to show me how bad ya want my cock in ya."

Eli groaned and said, "Yes please, thank you Sir, I want your cock so bad" and he started to move with more pace, bringing himself down on the dildo hard and fast, whimpers escaping him as he did, muttering the word 'fuck' over and over as he started to get sweat bead on his head.

“Oh you’re gonna have to beg better than that,” he said, sitting up a little further so Eli could see his full, hard, thick length as Nate stroked it. Nate moaned as he watched Eli fuck himself hard and fast on the toy. “Keep goin, dont cum,” he warned.

Eli couldn't help but stare at Nate, "Fuck, so impressive" he breathed out as he continued to ride the dildo, his mind wondering to stop himself from wanting to cum, "Please Sir, please can you fuck me" he begged, his eyes still looking at Nates form

“I know,” he answered simply, moaning as the need inside him heated and pulsed the length in his hand. “Ya want me to fuck ya hmm? How bad?”

Eli bit down on his lip as he dropped onto the dildo so his ass hit the table and looked back up at Nate, "I want it so fucking bad Sir, please" he begged, lifting himself and continuing to ride.

He appreciated that Eli never stopped riding, even as he spoke and begged. It meant he didn’t assume he was going to get what he wanted. “Get off the toy,” he ordered and pointed to the area in front of him again. “I’ll fuck ya when I want to. For now, use that mouth for something useful and start suckin again.”

Eli pushed himself off the toy and steadied himself for a moment before walking over to Nate and dropping to his knees in front of him, his hand clasped behind his back and his mouth eagerly taking Nates cock, swirling his tounge around the tip and licking up the precum before he started to suck, moving up and down Nates shaft, making himself gag before he came back up.

“That’s right,” he moaned into a growl as Eli began, bobbing his head and slick ending his rod once more. Hearing the boy gag excited the dom who grabbed Eli’s hair to hold him against his cock a few moments, finally letting him off to hear him gasp for breath.

Eli found being grabbed by the hair and forced down made his own cock harder more and as he was gasping for air he managed to say, "Please Sir, fuck my mouth" as he moved his head back to suck the tip of Nates cock.

Nate’s grip became firmer as he held Eli’s head still, thrusting his hips quickly and feeling he rod push down the boy’s throat. He pulled the boy off, giving him a moment to breathe, and watching his reactions and face before doing it all again.

Eli found himself gagging as drool leaked from his mouth and onto his chin, Nates cock hitting the back of his throat. When his head was pulled away, he took a few moments to breathe, his breathing loud, his face tinged a red colour before Nate was fucking his mouth again. He tried to add to the experience, licking when he wasn't choking.

Nate was throbbing in Eli’s mouth as he pulled the sub off again, watching his messy face choke and gasp as it dripped with saliva. “Such a needy boy, ain’t ya?” He growled, “bend over the couch,” he ordered as he stood.

Eli took another moment to catch his breath and wiped some of the saliva of his chin using his arm as he stood up, "So needy" he breathed out, his own cock rock hard. He went straight to the couch and bent over the arm, turning his head to look at Nate, "Please sir... Please fuck me" he begged.

God did he love to hear a pretty boy beg. Nate lined up behind Eli who laid over the arm of the couch. His hand rubbed over his firm ass before he brought his hard length to the boy’s used opening. With a loud, throaty growl, he pushed himself in to Eli slowly until his cock was completely enveloped by the boy.

Eli gasped and then quickly bit down on his lip as Nate entered him, his hands balling into fists as he adjusted to the length and girth. He moaned with pleasure when Nate was buried in him and turned his head once more, "Fuck, please Sir" he begged once again.

"Please what?" he teased, slowly working himself in and out of Kurt, almost in a painful tease to bring whatever beautiful needy sounds he could get from the boy.

Eli groaned with every movement, his breathing ragged and his fists white from clenching so much, "Please" he breathed out, almost lost in his moans, "Please fuck me hard, sir".

With another beg for Nate, the Dominant quickened his pace, thrusts becoming harder and faster as he rocked his body in and out of him. Eli's body banged against the couch's arm as Nate continued, moaning and hissing loudly as the arousal continued to boil and bubble in his belly.

Eli's breathing became more ragged with every breath and he found himself moaning out words that didn't even make sense as his body banged into the arm of the chair. He bit down on his lip, worried he was being too loud as each slam elicited a small scream turned moan from his lip and he gripped the couch harder then before.

"There we go," he moaned, listening to the moans and squeaks from the boy in front of him, pounding into him harder and faster, drawing more and more of them out.

As Nate sped up and got harder, Eli's moans became more whimpers and groans of both pleasure and pain. He was enjoying this way too much and he felt like he wanted to cum but he knew he shouldn't, "Fuck Sir, I wanna cum soo bad" he managed to say, his voice low.

Nate continued, his thrusts hard and purposeful, fucking into the boy against his couch. "That's not how ya get what ya want," he moaned, his own orgasm well on the way, but dying to hear more begs from the pretty boy's lips.

Eli was gripping the couch as Nate thrust into him, the friction under him making it hard not to cum there and then, "Please Sir" he began to beg, loud enough so that he could be heard, his moans breaking up his words, "Please can I cum sir?" he begged once again.

"There it is," he hummed, his thrusts becoming slightly harder into the boy against the couch. "Yeah, cum for me boy," he encouraged, slipping his hand underneath Eli to stroke his quivering member in time with his thrusts.

Eli gasped as Nate moved harder and then he felt Nate's hand on his cock and he threw his head backwards, so desperate to cum he came hard after only a few strokes, his body panting as he continued to be rode by Nate, his words a tangled mess as he screamed out in euphoria.

As Nate felt Eli’s right walls crush against him, they milked his length as he moved, his own orgasm coursing through him as he spilled his seed into the boy. “Fuck,” he moaned, gripping tight to the boy, slowly slowing his movements down until he was able to remove himself and flop back onto the couch. “Give yourself a moment, then clean that up and return to me.”

Eli moaned hard when he felt Eli cum inside him, his breathing ragged from the sex and his legs a little shaky. When Nate moved away, he did have to give himself a moment before he grabbed a towel and cleaned up the mess that had been made. Once done, he discarded the towel and walked over to the couch, dropping to his knees next to it, "Thank you Sir" he breathed out.

Nate took the time Eli was cleaning up to try to relax his breathing on the couch. Once Eli returned, Nate thread his fingers through Eli’s hair a bit in an effort to relax them both. “Thank ya as well good boy,” he murmured quietly, “ya did so good for me. So,tell me what kinda aftercare helps ya best,” he said looking down towards the boy.

Eli relaxed his head into Nate's and smiled up at the praise, his body still shaking slightly. He but his bottom lip and gulped, "My ex boyfriend used to wrap me up in a blanket, call me a good boy and just play with my hair or cuddle me" he said, thinking back to the short relationship he'd had in school.

“And I take that to mean that helped ya? I dunno the facts behind why ya not together and I don’t wanna do somethin that’s ultimately gonna affect ya in a negative way,” he said a little concerned.

Eli nodded, looking up to Nate, "We broke up because we fell out of 'love' not that i'd call it that" he quickly explained, clearing doubt it was cause his ex had messed up. He shivered again, "It's what I've always had as aftercare".

Nate nodded, “as long as its positive to ya and not triggerin’ its all good to me,” he promised. Nate stood up, “cmon darlin. Ya may stand and walk with me,” he said having Eli follow him back to his room. He pulled the blanket off his bed and draped it over Eli’s shoulders and helped him sit on the bed. Nate followed, propping himself up against the head board to have Eli lay against him, one arm around the boy while the other thread his fingers through the boy’s hair.

Eli stood and walked with Nate to the bedroom, grabbing at the edges of the blanket and wrapping it around himself as he sat and curled into Nate, his head gently resting on the other boys shoulder before he asked, "Can I put my head in your lap Sir?"

Nate looked over at the boy with a nod, “of course, darlin,” he said, waiting for Eli to get into position so Nate could continue playing with his hair. “How ya feelin, darlin? Ya did so good for me.”

Eli moved so his head was in Nate's lap and he smiled as the other played with his hair. He brought his knees up and nodded, "I feel good Sir" he said, his eyes closed from the feeling of the hand in his hair, "Thank you Sir. I wanted to do good for you".

"Good I'm glad to hear that," he smiled back down at the boy. "Well ya really did. Ya should be proud of what ya did today. I know I am."

Eli beamed at the compliment, “You’re proud of me Sir?” He asked, his eyes starting to get heavy.

"Of course. You're a very good boy, Eli."

"Thank you Sir" he said with a smile, "I'm sleepy" he said, his eyes already shutting.

"Well, then before I lose ya completely here, do ya wanna say in the spare bed in Si's room? Or do ya need me to take ya back to your room? Ya can certainly continue to lay here a bit, but I need to know which you'd prefer," he said. "I don't share my bed when I'm sleeping," he admitted a little shyly since people seemed to find it so weird.

Eli thought about the options for a moment, "I understand Sir, some people don't feel comfortable with that. It's really quite an intimate act" he paused and quickly added, "Can you take me back to my room Sir".

"It is," he nodded softly, "It's just a type of intamacy I reserve, is all," he answered. "I'm sorry, I don't mean it to come off as rude," he said, realizing how someone else may take his confession. "Yea, course I can, darlin'. Whenever ya ready."

Eli nodded, "Not rude at all Sir, I completely understand" he said. He shifted himself and sat himself up, pulling the blanket around him, "I'm just going to get dressed" he said, as he stood up and headed to the lounge to put his clothes back on. Once he had re-dressed, he walked back to the bedroom, "I'm ready Sir".

Nate nodded in thanks as Eli dressed himself, pulling his own shorts back on after he stood. "How are ya feelin' physically? can ya walk alright?" he asked, knowing his body had been through enough that might make him a little shakey.

Eli had to admit, he did feel a little shaky, "Yeah I feel exhausted and my legs feel like jelly but I should be OK" he said. He's walked around slowly and he'd dressed even slower, "I'll have you with me in case it's too much, sir"

"Well, I'm happy to carry ya, darlin," he asked, "In fact, I think ima have to insist on it."

Eli raised an eyebrow, "Carry me Sir?" he asked, "You don't have to do that".

"Darlin', it's my job to take care of ya until ya are no longer in my care. That includes makin' sure ya get back safely and comfortably. Ya can piggyback if that makes ya feel better," he smiled.

Eli shook his head, "Carry is fine. I was just letting you know you didn't have to". He stepped forward but took a minute to stop, "Sorry, that was just really good, sir"

Nate leaned forward in an effort to catch Eli should he need it before craddling the boy in his arms. "I take that as a compliment then," he smirked. "And I know that I don't have to. But here's the thing to learn bout me - i do exactly what I want. If I didn't wanna, I wouldn't have offered," he said, making his way out of his suite and towards the sub dorms.

Eli nodded and let himself fall into Nate's arms, "OK sir, I really do appriciate it" he breathed out, "It's room 101, I just hope my room mate is out or sleeping" not wanting to contend with Shea tonight.

"No problem darlin," he said as they made their way into the dorm and then to the close room. "Well I think you'll likely sleep quick, darlin'. So don't ya worry yourself on him," he said, settling into the room and finding the empty bed to lay Eli down on.

Eli pulled his own blanket around him as Nate lay him down and he looked up to the other sleepily, "Thank you Sir" he said, "I really enjoyed myself".

"Good," he smirked, "glad to hear it. I did as well. Now get some sleep. Thank ya for bein' such a good boy for me."

Eli smiled wide at the praise and nodded, "I will Sir. I'll see you soon" he breathed out as his eyes started to flutter shut.

#para #p:nate

1 note · View note

archer-clarington · 4 years

Text

Earn It | Nate & Archer | 3/16/20

Tagging: @domitxnate & @archer-clarington Location: Nate’s suite Date: Monday, March 16th, 2020 Summary: Archer purposely earns himself a punishment or three from Nate so that they can do their exam guilt-free afterword. They get to know each other a bit, too.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Archer grumbled to himself on Monday afternoon as he took a look around the bathroom. It wasn't even all that dirty, but he still was not looking forward to cleaning the toilet. Couldn't one of Nate's actual subs do that shit? "Fucking bullshit," he muttered. The sound of a throat clearing behind him made his back go ramrod straight, and he turned around to see Nate standing right behind him.

He had heard the grumbling coming from the bathroom and honestly, had kind of expected it. Archer was doing okay over these couple of days, but nothing was going to change over night. He stood at the door, leaning against the door frame as he listened to Archer grumble and curse. He cleared his own throat, "that's 3 more," he said, tallying the other Archer had racked up over the short weekend."Sh-- ugar," Archer said, crossing his arms as he looked back at the other man. God, it was weird subbing for Ryder's brother, even if he could tell that they weren't the same person. "How many more would it be if I just refused to clean the toilet altogether, Sir?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the Dom.

Nate sighed softely, "It would be another punishment, but a different one from the swearing punishments since it's a different broken rule. What is your pause with cleaning the toilet?"

Archer shrugged. "It just... feels demeaning, I guess, Sir," he said, trying to make it seem like not a big deal. "Depending on the punishment, it might be worth it to just refuse, you know?"

"Does it feel demaning when others have to do it? I mean, in like restaurants and stuff? It has to get done and it's somethin' people appreciate," Nate pointed out, though he had no real thoughts this would changed anything. "Why do you do that? Why are punishments ever worth the wrong thing?"

"No, Sir," Archer replied simply. But it didn't matter to him when other people did it, as long as he didn't have to. He cleaned his own toilet sometimes, but he mostly made Sky take care of it. "Usually it's because I'm pissed at someone and I'd rather let them have it than avoid a punishment," he said with another shrug. Not to mention that it felt good to have control over a decision. "And right now it's because I want to get us a decent grade."

"And what does lettin' 'em have it do?" he asked sincerely. "Sure ya get your feelin's out, but does it really change anythin'?" Nate nodded, "We'll get a decent grade regardless. I guess I just don't understand why ya would want a punishment. Regardless of the reason ya give it, it's still a punishment which is meant to correct the behavior. Seems...pointless to me."

"Oh, it makes me feel a lot better, Sir," Archer said. "And hopefully makes them feel like shit--fuck. No, wait--" He reached a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he stopped himself from swearing yet again. He took a deep breath and dropped his hand. "That's two more, Sir, I know. I guess I just see it as more of a consequence of my actions than a correction."

Nate raised his brow as the cursing started again, but stayed quiet as he seemed to correct it himself. He nodded in agreement that it was two more, and then have a small shrug at the rest of it, "But then it'll just be a life on consequences without change."(edited)

Archer shook his head. "I know the rules, Sir," he said. "It's not about needing to change my behavior or anything. It's about being able to decide which is more important to me in the moment--breaking the rules and accepting the consequences or holding my tongue to make someone else happy."

Nate just stood there a moment, taking in what Archer was saying. "Are those always the only choices?"

Archer cocked his head to the side. “Well... yeah, Sir.” He shook his head a bit. “Unless you think there’s a third option?”

Nate shrugged, "I mean, I guess it would depend on the situation," he said simply, "I guess I would rather bite my tongue and not stir the pot, cos it'll blow over. But perhaps we're just different in that way." He looked over the bathroom, "So have ya made your decision?"

"Honestly, Sir, I think you don't understand because you've got the mark you're meant to have and you don't have to make these sorts of decisions," he said before glancing over at the toilet brush. He sighed. "Would you rather have the toilet clean or a reason to add an extra punishment for our grade?"

“Maybe I don’t,” he said simply, “and I don’t pretend that I do understand feelin’ mismarked. I’m just tryin to look at it logically. I think ya waste a lotta time the way y’all do things.” Nate sighed quietly again, “I’d rather have the bathroom cleaned like I had asked it to be.”

"We live in a world of logic, Sir. Actions have consequences. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. It's bullshit--yeah, I know that's another one, Sir--that every time I do something knowing it'll result in a punishment, that it reflects badly on Ryder, so I'm trying to be more conscious of that. Just because of this stupid s on my wrist." He held it up, still hidden by the cuff Beau had given him almost a year ago. He looked at Nate and nodded once. "Just give me like ten minutes then, Sir," he said. "Preferably without you nearby so I can grumble to myself the whole time without making your arm fall off later." He chuckled. "But maybe we could get to the actual punishment once I'm done?"

Nate nodded, “stupid or not, it’s there,” he said simply, “things don’t always work out the way we hope. But that becomes the new reality and we gotta work with in it.” After a short breath, “it’s nice to hear ya think so highly of Ryder though.” Nate nodded about ten minutes in agreement, giving a slight chuckle. “Alright ten minutes then. Come meet me in the living room when you’re done. Kneelin’,” he added before making his way to the living room to prepare it for the punishment.

"Thank you," Archer replied, giving a nod before waiting for Nate to leave so he could roll his eyes. Of course he'd fucking kneel for him. He didn't need to be reminded at every fucking turn that he was a fucking sub. "Fucking bullshit," he muttered to himself as he set to work getting the bathroom clean. It really wasn't in bad shape, but he still felt like a fucking servant. He did a relatively thorough job, though, leaving the room smelling like bleach. There wasn't any putting this off any longer, though, and he returned to the living room, kneeling in the center of the floor. "Ready whenever you've got the camera ready, Sir."

Nate was monkeying with the camera when Archer came back in and knelt for him, “Good. Thank ya,” he said, though Archers aversion to “good boy” was a little difficult. “It’s ready,” he said turning it on and moving back towards Archer. “Alright, for explanation, what were your rules over the last 48 hours?”

Archer took a deep breath before responding. "No private messages, no swearing, asking for permission before I do things, and doing one chore a day, Sir," he replied. He kept his back straight with his arms hanging loosely at his sides, and he looked up at Nate while he spoke.

“Good,” Nate agreed, “And how many private messages did you send durin’ our time?”

Archer reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. “Just one, Sir,” he said. “You can check if you want. It was when someone messaged me privately first and I responded before thinking.”

Nate took the phone and went through it quickly. “Very good. Not thinkin regardless, a rule has been broken. Now, how many times did you leave for an activity without askin first?”

Archer clenched his jaw. He hadn’t actually expected Nate to go through his phone, but he’d offered, so he really couldn’t complain. It wouldn’t make for a good exam, either. “Twice, Sir. I went for a run yesterday morning and got back before you were up. You know about this morning already, since you were up when I got back from my run.”

Nate nodded, unable to come up with anythin else, he moved on. “And ya managed all the chores given. So now the biggest one. I counted 16 cuss words over the last three days.”

Archer raised his eyebrows. “Only 16, Sir?” he asked, surprised. “Hot da—rn. That’s pretty freaking impressive, if I do say so myself.”

"I don't disagree," he said with a smile. "Alright, so for the swearin', you're gonna get 16 spankin's with my hand. For the private message, ya will kneel in the corner with soap in your mouth, and for leaving without permission ya will kneel on rice while ya write "I will always get permission" twenty times. Questions?"

“No, Sir,” Archer replied automatically before shaking his head quickly. “Actually, how long will I be in the corner? And is that the order it’s happening in?” He swallowed but continued to look up at Nate, radiating confidence despite his submission.

“With the soap? One infraction equals 5 minutes,” he explained, “with the rice it will be as long as it takes you to write the lines.” He took a breath and made his way to the couch, “spanks first, then soap, then rice. When you’re ready, strip down and bend over my lap.”

Archer nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He got up and undressed, folding his clothes loosely before setting them aside. He flexed in front of the camera and offered the lens a wink. He then turned toward Nate and took a deep breath. This position was a challenge for him, and this position with Ryder’s brother made it even worse. With a steadying nod, he stepped over and bent over the Dom’s legs.

Nate waited patiently as Archer undressed and got into position. He assumed it was difficult for the man who always struggled with clear submissive movements and postures. “Good,” he said simply as Archer laid over his lap, “count them out,” he explained starting firmly with each slap, alternating cheeks.

Of course he couldn’t get away with just being spanked over the knee on camera. No, he had to fucking count them, too. He gritted his teeth before the first hit, and he kept his jaw clenched as he started counting them out. “One, Sir... Two, Sir...” The smacks hurt but were manageable. Only, what? Fourteen more? He’d handled a lot fucking worse.

He made it to eight before pausing for a moment, “halfway,” he told him, rubbing the area carefully before giving the next eight. “Now tell me why this happened.”

Archer did his best to keep his voice level and his expression cocky while Nate spanked him. It was harder toward the end, but he thought he managed fairly well. “It’s because I couldn’t remember not to fu— uh, swear, Sir,” he said, only catching himself because he knew their exam grade would be affected if he didn’t at least try. “Sorry, Sir. I know it matters to you.”

He held his breath a moment as Archer caught himself with his words, releasing once he felt better. Whether it was for the grade or Ryder or the ever slightly possibility that Archer was actually coming to grips with his mark - the man was clearly trying. “Well done,” he said simply, rubbing the calming cream he’d brought out over the heated ass of the man on his lap. “Good job,” he said again, helping Archer up. He grabbed the non toxic bar soap that was made specifically for these types of occasions. They went over to the corner of the room and Archer knelt and Nate placed the soap in his mouth. “5 minutes,” he said, setting a timer and returning to the couch so that he was nearby but not solely focused on staring at Archer and making both of them uncomfortable.

Archer clenched his jaw while Nate rubbed lotion of some sort into his ass. He knew he'd appreciate it later, and he knew it would be good for their grades, so he kept quiet, just going through the motions as a good sub would do. He even got down onto his knees in the corner quietly, and he opened his mouth without protest to take the soap inside. It was fucking gross, and he was tempted to spit it out right away, but he stopped himself from making this worse. Instead, he breathed through his nose and did his best to ignore everything--Nate's presence behind him, the awful taste of the soap against his tongue, even the way he was starting to drool from holding his mouth slightly open. God, he hoped Ryder would be proud of him after this.

Once the timer went off, Nate pulled the soap from Archer's mouth, and handed him a cup of water to rinse with. "Good job," he said again. He poured a cup of rice in the corner and gave Archer the notebook. "Do ya remember what ya need to write 20 times?"

“Can I go to the bathroom to spit, Sir?” Archer asked as he took the cup of water. After getting permission, he did so. The taste of soap still lingered in his mouth as he returned, but he figured that was part of this whole thing. He knelt back down onto the rice and winced as the small grains began to dig into his skin. “Uh... honestly, Sir? Not exactly. Something about permission. Sorry, Sir.”

Nate nodded and Archer padded off, quickly returning and kneeling onto the rice. "Better you admit that then get it wrong," Nate commented. "Ya will write "I will always ask permission" twenty times."

Archer nodded. He was good about owning up to his mistakes, at least. “Yes, Sir,” he said, talk nag the pen and starting to make his list. After the first three lines, he shifted on the rice, trying to get more comfortable, but it somehow just made it worse. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He froze for a moment before sighing. “Sir?” he called out. “I’m not done yet, but you should add one more spank on at the end.”

Nate went to settle himself down, once again close without being too close and making it odd. He thought he heard some grumbling but didn't think much of it until Archer called to his attention. "Interestin'," he said softly, "I think I'll let it slide. Cos ya coulda lied 'bout it, but ya didn't. Ya owned up to your mistake and I gotta say, that's real impressive."

"Well, thank you, Sir," Archer said, shrugging lightly. He wasn't sure he agreed with the decision, but the point of this was to put his trust in Nate, so that's exactly what he was going to do. He went back to writing his lines, scribbling quickly to get it over with as soon as possible. "Aaaand... twenty," he said as he wrote out the last line. "All done, Sir!"

Nate looked over the lines, "Looks good. Go ahead and stand," he said, offering a hand if Archer wanted it and then lead him over to the couch to sit with the young man. "Alright, so we're all done here. Tell me where your head's at?"

Archer got gingerly to his feet and brushed the remaining rice from his knees where it had stuck in before he followed Nate over to the couch. He shifted a little to try to get his ass into a more comfortable position. At the question, he glanced over at the camera before shrugging. "I'm glad we're done, Sir. I hope I did well enough for you."

"Ya did great," Nate promised. Normally he would rub his hair or something comforting, but it didn't seem that would be Archer's cup of tea. "So what kinda things are your aftercare, Archer?"

“Thank you, Sir,” Archer said, swallowing hard. “Uh, could we turn the camera off before I answer, though? I’m not trying to get out of it. I’d just rather not have this recorded unless you consider the aftercare still part of the exam, Sir.”

"Oh!" Nate jumped up, having fully forgotten about the camera at all. "Nah, not in this case I don't think it is." He looked into the camera, "This part is not to be recorded, but after Archer tells me what it is, i'll make sure it happens," he said, ending the recording. "I mean, they should know we did it, but I dunno how important it is they know what it is. So, thoughts?"

Archer stayed silent while Nate took care of the camera, and he visibly relaxed once he saw the little red light blink off. “Thank you, Sir,” he said with genuine gratitude obvious in his tone. “I don’t... I mean. Usually I would just listen to music on my bed and block the whole world out after a punishment.” Shit, no. That was just after he misstepped with the Colonel. “Now, I mean... water’s good, Sir. And just... relaxing. Watching some Netflix. Whatever you need to feel better, too.”

"Sure thing," he said returning back to the couch, listening as Archer explained his normal ways of coping. "And that helps?" he asked, a little concerned that Archer could be at risk for dropping if this is how he deals with punishments. Nate nodded, getting up and grabbing some water and returning to Archer with it. "Yeah, that's cool. Ya ever seen Die Hard?" he asked, sitting back down. "Honestly, I'm not sure what will help. I'm not a big fan of this particular exam. But I appreciate ya bein' all into it like this. Findin' a way to make it work. I know I can be...difficult with the things I think."

Archer shrugged. He wouldn’t call what he went through after the Colonel’s belt helpful exactly. More like it was the only thing he could manage. He sipped at the glass of water a little, then held it down by his lap as he leaned back into the couch some. “Die Hard’s great if you want to put it on,” he said. “What do you mean, Sir? This whole thing seemed pretty reasonable to me.”

"I always wanna put it on," he said simply as he pulled it up. "Oh just...i'm sure Ryder told ya that my brain works a little...differently than most people. And soemtimes it's hard for me to wrap my brain around things. Like this exam in particular."

"Sweet," Archer said, relaxing a little further. "Let's forget what Ryder may or may not have said about you, Sir. You and I are the ones here right now. I know you weren't the only one who didn't want to punish someone just for funsies." He cleared his throat. "Uh, mind if I at least throw my jeans back on, Sir?"

When Archer all but admitted that Ryder was talking about him Nate couldn't stop the eyeroll - of course he did. "Yeah, I actually talked to a few people who thought the way I did bout all this, which honestly helped in a weird way." Nate nodded, "Yeah, course ya can. I mean, if you're one of those weird people who has to wear clothes," he chuckled.

Archer started to get up but sat back down again at the word weird. "Whatever," he said. "I'm not ashamed of my body." Though it was fucking weird to be naked with Ryder's brother, for no real reason at all now. "So tell me why you think you're difficult."

Nate raised his brow, "I was just kiddin' Archer," he said simply, "Just do whatever makes ya comfortable, man," he said, sitting himself in still only his shorts - he was not a clothes-wearer himself. "Cos I just need things to fit. I need 'em to make sense and when they don't - I don't understand 'em. Apparently, that's weird."

Archer set his water on the end table beside him and crossed his arms over his chest. There was no way he was going to get dressed now after that comment, even if he did feel a bit awkward. "I don't think it's weird at all to want things to make sense, Sir," he said. "I hope I gave you enough to work with."

"I appreciate that. Oh, ya gave me plenty. Ya did excellent, Archer. Honestly, it wasn't near as awkward as it coulda been."

"Well, I'm glad I could help, Sir," Archer said, grabbing his glass of water again as he relaxed back into the couch once more. "But tell me more about yourself. If Ryder and I are doing this thing, I should get to know his brother."

"Uh...I mean, I guess that depends on what ya wanna know. Most things, I'm pretty much an open book. I'm kinda a one trick pony - I like what I like and I don't really like to deviate from that."

"Just... tell me about yourself. I know you're a Dom and you've got two subs, and apparently you're an open book. But what makes you tick, Sir? What are you passionate about? What do you hope people remember about you?"

Good god he suddenly felt like he was on 60 minutes. "Swimmin' mostly," he answered, "That's the thing I'm most passionate about. Despite what other people may say and think, I have every intention of making the 2024 Olympic team. I mean, I was hopin' for 2020, but that doesn't seem like it's gonna work out quite yet."

"That's awesome, Sir," Archer said. He'd heard this song and dance before, and he'd have to ask Ryder if Nate was actually good enough to make it to the Olympics. "Good luck. Or break a leg, or whatever it is you tell athletes."

"Thanks," he said with a chuckle. "So your turn. I had to tell ya somethin' now ya gotta tell me somethin."

Archer snorted. “All right, I guess fair’s fair. I’m... pretty dang loyal, Sir. Honesty’s important to me. You don’t have anything to worry about when it comes to Ryder. He’s in good hands.”

Nate nodded, "I kinda got that after the whole Sebastian thing," he said with a slight dry chuckle in his throat. "Ultimately it's a good quality though."

“I’d certainly hope it’s a good quality, Sir,” Archer replied with a chuckle. “So, uh... movie, I guess?”

"It is," he promised, "And Ryder has been through enough bullshit. He needs someone who is actually gonna give a damn bout him, even when it's hard." Nate nodded, and pressed play.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Sir,” Archer said firmly. “I’m not going to pretend like I don’t have my own bullshit—hah, you can’t punish me for that one because you said it first—but I will always take care of him. Fucking always.”

Nate chuckled and then nodded, "I hope that remains the case. He's been through enough."

“Yeah, he has,” Archer said, looking pointedly at Nate for a few seconds. He knew the Sebastian thing was a lot more nuanced than it just being Nate’s fault, but he still had to get a little jab in.

Nate only sighed, not looking to really get into things with anyone over that and instead just stared a head at the screen, mouthing along with the lines.

When Nate didn’t respond, Archer sighed. “Sorry, Sir. That was kind of a dick move on my part.” He grinned, though, watching how Nate knew every word. “You weren’t kidding about liking this movie.”

"It's whatever," he said, mostly truthful. "It's my favorite. I've seen it probably 20,000 times."

“No kidding!” Archer said, letting out a genuine chuckle. “I think you’ve got me beat there.”

Nate chuckled and shrugged, "I told ya - i like what I like."

Archer cocked an eyebrow at him. “Please tell me you’ve seen other movies, Sir.”

" I mean....yeah I've seen others, usually by force or lack of option though."

“Did you... enjoy any of them, Sir?”

"I mean, I guess I did. None that really stood out though. Silas has made me watch The Princess Bride more than once. That one's not bad."

“Oh, Princess Bride’s hilarious! You’ve got a good sub on your hands, Sir. Listen to his recommendations.”

Nate chuckled quietly to himself, "Well, I do, but Im not sure it's just cos of his movie recommendations."

“Yeah, he’s kind of a slut, too, isn’t he?” Archer grinned. “But he’s good to talk to, too.”

"That he is," Nate agreed, "Plus he's real smart and strong and one of the most selfless people I've ever known. Yeah, he is, he's real creative - always has new ideas and ways to change things for the better."

Archer nodded, thinking about how many times he'd reached out to Silas to talk about his family issues and how helpful he'd been every time. "You're good for each other, Sir. I'm glad you found each other."

"Thank ya, I appreciate that."

Archer grew quiet and focused his attention on the movie. The lingering pain in his ass distracted him from being able to give the TV his full attention, but he still enjoyed it. Not as much as Nate did, but he was kind of fun to watch, too.

#para #p:nate #p:earn it #gleedsmpresentation20

0 notes