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[Everett moves to his table, where he produces two vials. One is a lubricant and the other, a very small bit of blood. Had Sokie given it to him? Or had he purchased it through his connections, he won't explain. He knows it's pure, not cut or watered down, like was sold in the goblin market.

He uncorks it and hands it Hector.]

Just a drop or two. If you down the whole thing I'll need tie you up. Let you writhe the rest of the evening, in penance. [is he serious? Difficult to say, his tone is difficult to pin]

[Hector takes the vial from Everett and eyes it. Is it...really witches' blood? He's trusting Everett and administering himself an unknown potion.

He means to take only a single drop, but with his arousal and the extra pressure of Everett's threat heavy in the air, his trembling hands shake out two drops into his open mouth before he rights the vial.

It tastes...coppery, like his own blood, but room temperature, not hot. Maybe a vampire would be able to taste a difference in the quality of it, but that's the only thing Hector can detect about it. It isn't enough for a mouthful, but Hector swallows nonetheless, trying to purge himself of the taste of it.

He doesn't feel any different. He passes the vial back to Everett to stopper it...and on impulse, traces his fingers down Everett's arm to his wrist.]

Give me something to wash it down with?

[His eyes, pupils starting to dilate, flicker down to Everett's crotch.]

[Everett takes the vial back and takes a couple drops for himself, before setting it aside. His own eyes shifted to square pupils some time ago, but it was mostly too subtle too tell, only when they, too, dilate does it become entirely noticeable.

And it's noticeable, from Hector's request. Damn, tempting, beautiful pet... Already testing his patience? They're going to be having a long, pleasurable night.]

Not yet. First, you kept me waiting and I need punish you.

[Everett will sit a the edge of the bed, before pulling Hector over his lap. One hand pets the young man's hair when he's in place, his other hand trailing down his spine with two fingers. He opens them to slip Hector's tail between the two digits, combing along the fluffy sides of the new appendage]

In a proper, Springtide way.

[Hector pouts up at Everett at being denied, but he comes into his lap easily enough, crawling to help position himself where Everett tugs him. His hips already bear bruises in the shape of hands on either side, and Hector is looking forward to adding more such marks.

This isn't even close to the way his parents had disciplined him, back when he'd had parents, so Hector doesn't know what to expect. The petting, in his hair and on his spine, is possessive but soothing, and the moment Everett touches his tail, Hector jerks his hips in shocked pleasure. Everything Everett's doing feels great. How is this punishment, other than making Hector want more?]

Everett...

[He pants, needing more. Oops, the 'sir' title slipped his mind.]

You were swift, I only counted... oh, perhaps eight minutes I waited. I'm going to strike you once for each, alright? And you need to keep count, or I'll start over. Don't forget. [a gentle pet to the curve of Hector's ass. He gropes and feels out the plumpest part,]

... and I'm adding two more, just now, for not calling me sir. [he moves his hand to land the first slap, hard and loud in the small space. Everett enjoys this greatly, a fun game (and hardly punishment at all, Hector is right)]

One. Repeat, my pet, or it doesn't count.

[The petting and groping belies the sharp pain those hands elicit with their sudden slap.]

Ah!

[Forewarned but also beginning to feel the intoxication of the witches' blood, Hector's caught off-guard by the sensation. He gasps and bucks into Everett's lap, cock fully hard.]

O-one, fuck.

Blushing, already? Embarrassed-? [it's nothing without teasing, an edge of humiliation is what makes it so fun. The Springtide are a repressed society, full of shame, so something demeaning as this was often used for punishment.

Not a very effective one, given Everett always liked it and certainly wasn't alone in that.

He reaches back and slaps Hector's ass again, the exact same spot. A few more and he'll surely be leaving a handprint, several if he gets all the way to ten... or more, since the game is designed with conditions that add more punishment]

Two.

'm not... [He mutters, even as he turns his face away from Everett to hide his flushed cheeks. There's no hiding how red his other cheek is from Everett's slap, though.

The second smack, right atop the first, compounds the stinging, and Hector grasps fistfuls of bedsheet and tries to keep from fully grinding his cock into Everett to find friction to counterbalance it. His tail twitches.]

T,two.

Very good, my pet. You're doing so well, keep count. [the thing with this ""as punishment"" is that Everett absolutely likes to break it up with praise and affection, because it's so much better that way. The hand in Hector's hair finds the base of a horn to circle with a fingers, massaging attentively.

All the meanwhile, he lands another hard slap, this time skewing to one cheek. He gropes a rough palmful after, awaiting Hector to give the count of three, if he's not already so unfocused]

[This game of Everett's is just going to highlight how weak Hector is for praise. He nuzzles his head into Everett's hand, starving for more.]

Y'sir. [He murmurs. He's a good pet, doing so well, remembering to address Everett properly. The third strike, aimed at an unblemished portion of his ass, lands, and Hector cries out. His body is mixing the signals of pleasure and pain and the witches' blood is muddying the water further, and there's precum beading on the head of his cock already.

His breath is coming in rough pants, and he fights to get it under control. Fuck, he's supposed to do something, but all he can think of is how his ass burns, and how he needs it filled.]

My peeet... [Everett coos, chiding, but playful in it. He squeezes Hector's ass in his palm,]

What number was that? If you can't remember, I'll need start over. [you get a warning, before he makes good on that and he starts back at one... though, of course, he'll be far quicker about those first three if they need to repeat.]

Ah! T-three, sir. Everett, please...

[He doesn't know what he's asking for, but Everett will know what he needs, won't he? A pet's owner always knows what's best, right?

He's rolling his hips into Everett's lap now, unable to stop himself. Everett wanted him desperate, and now he's getting that.]

That's it... now keep up. [he terribly, pointedly, rubs his thigh against Hector's bare cock, the pleated fabric of his kilt bunching up from the friction. He strikes Hector again, four.]

Unless you can't control yourself and cum, first. From being punished, no less, tt, tt... [he's mockishly woeful, he's just fine with that. Another strike and then another, five, six, before Hector could even count the former. Keep up, keep up! So many distractions, though... another of Everett's unfair games, it seems.]

Fuck, it's...[Everett's too cruel, teasing him with just a little stimulation, keeping him maddeningly hard. Everett spanks unfairly fast, leaving Hector to catch up while he's being chided.]

F-five, six, I'll be good, sir. W,won't cum.

[He's making promises he probably won't be able to keep, but Everett's tsking has him needing to prove himself. He's a good pet, Everett, one worth keeping. He'll show you. He'll prove it to you.]

[a matter of fact, authoritative tone]

You missed four, my pet. We'll need return to the start. [unlike with his gambit game, he doesn't offer Hector a chance to appeal. This is a game where one listens and obeys, simple as that.

He lands a harder than ever spank to start again. One. There is definitely a handprint now, red and tender, unmistakable.]

[That renewed strike has him yelping. He shoves his cock harder against Everett's thigh, dignity lost to the rapidly growing need.]

Damn it, fuck! O,one, that's one. [But it's not one, it's fucking seven and Hector doesn't know how he's going to survive nine more when he's already this far gone.

He needs reassurance, and he untangles his fist from the blankets so he can reach up to his head and put his hand over Everett's.]

Now, now... [SLAP. Two. And another right after, to be three, though that one is lighter as a mercy. The spike in tenderness is only going to grow and grow, meaning even small smacks begin to feel intense as the starting, firmer ones. Everett knows the balance.

And he pets Hector's nuzzling head and hand with his between. A very good boy, being so obedient.]

I should scold you for such language, but... I've begun to like when you curse me. [in private, of course, like all of this. It's in it's proper place.]

Two...t-three...

[Everett pets his head, and Hector withdraws his hand again. Everett isn't mad. Hector's doing good.

The switching between light and hard slaps keeps him constantly on edge. He doesn't know where the next blow will land, or when, or how hard. If there was a rhythm, Hector could settle into it and get through it without too much embarrassment, but Everett's too devious for that.]

...please, fuck, need you to touch me....

[He's so hard, there's no way Everett can't know how bad he needs Everett's touch.]

[Everett continues to pet Hector's hair, scratching and massaging his scalp, around the base of ears, just like one might a puppy. His other hand is the devious one, slipping between reddened cheeks and teasing silken fingertips around the man's exposed entrance. Not pushing inside, just circling brief and teasing,]

I'm not touching you enough? [pulling away and he spanks Hector three times, lending a rhythm to get them back uo to the six where Hector had previously failed to keep up.]

Needy pet.

[Fingers rub at Hector's ear and his ass, teasing, and Hector writhes in Everett's lap. More. More, please. His pleas come out as a whimpered moan. He's so needy, and he doesn't even care.]

Ffffffour, f-five, six.

[Halfway through, and he feels wound up tight enough to snap. Everett could have him spilling his load with just a word or one well-placed touch, but he's trying, trying so hard to be good and hold on.]

There you go. What a good boy, my precious pet. [yes, more soft encouragement between the teasing and petting and hitting. Hector's been rutting against his thigh enough to wet his kilt through, soaked with precum just ready to burst. How he'd be scolded by a stricter mentor, shamed for such a lewd display of want in the face of punishment.

Everett's not very strict, he loves making someone so weak by his hand]

Four left... I'll do them all in a row. Are you ready for that?

[Hector screws his eyes shut and nods, determination renewed by Everett's praise.

He arches his back and lifts his ass, losing that contact with Everett's thighs. Isn't he being good, presenting when he wants nothing more than to rut?]

Do it.

[oh, that was uppity. Not something to hear from a desperate pet being disciplined.

Everett's hand in Hector's hair tightens, pulls the locks into a fist. He doesn't yank, more a smooth pull to crane Hector's neck, the hold should be controlling, not painful itself.]

I'm hitting you twice more, unless I hear a yes, sir.

[Fuck, this is worse than the mermaid game. He doesn't know what the rules are or how to please Everett. His breaths come in shuddering gasps. He tries to nod again, but Everett has his head held securely.]

Y-yes sir... please, sir...

Very good. Just to ten, my pet. [though he doesn't loosen that grip, holding Hector secure in his place. And this is a mighty fine place for Hector to be, presenting his ass with beautiful arch of his back, tail flicked upward to further expose himself. A gentle pet over tender skin before he'll begin the last few strikes.

They're all similar in firm intensity, an easy rhythm of seven, eight, nine- but the last one is a bit quicker, meant to surprise and overwhelm, see if he can get Hector to cum in his lap.

To that end, Everett's ends with a stroke of Hector's tail afterward, from base to tip. A fine punctuation to the last of the punishment... and hoping if nothing else, that would do him in]

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