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It is the morning that Buck is supposed to completely surrender himself to Eddie that he wakes up at 6 am. Eddie had left him some instructions for the night before about how he wants him when he wakes up.

"I don't want to wake up and wait for you as you prep yourself."

"Should I put a plug in?"

"No." Eddie had said sternly. "You'll open yourself and that's it. After that, you're not allowed to touch what's mine."

They were not scening at the time, just discussing their plans for the next day, but Buck could still feel a shiver down his spine at the command in Eddie's words. 

Now, here he was. All freshly showered. He had put on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, foregoing underwear. He would have preferred to be naked, but if Eddie wanted that, he would have specified so. He kneels by the bed, hand on his thighs, head down, waiting for Eddie to wake up. 

They had dropped Chris off to Eddie's abuela last night, because some of his cousins had come to visit for the weekend. Chris had insisted on staying with them, leaving Buck and Eddie alone in the house. It had been Buck's idea. The thought of them being alone at house with no other plans had made something click inside Buck's mind. He had begged Eddie to do this. Eddie had taken some time to be fully on board, since it was the first time they were carrying such an intense and long scene. But finally, Eddie had agreed after making Buck promise him that he will use his safeword at any point and will promise to be verbal enough to voice his needs whenever. 

Buck was practically vibrating when they were returning from dropping their son off. He had begged Eddie to fuck him or let him fuck Eddie, but Eddie had refused. 

"The more pent up we will be, the more fun."

Buck hated that he had a point. He had been impatient since the moment he woke up and did all his morning duties. But now that he finds himself kneeling in front of his dom, he finds his head to be oddly calm. That's the power his submission to Eddie holds. 

After thirty minutes (or were they sixty?), Eddie finally wakes up. As soon as he cracks his eye open, he sees Buck kneeling, his head bent down in obedience, hands clamped together on his thigh.  

"You want something puppy?"

Eddie's hoarse morning voice startles Buck, but he keeps his head bent down, not looking up until he is told. He hears the covers being thrown off and soon Eddie is sitting up on the bed, his feet in direct line of Buck's eyes. 

"Did you do what I asked you to do?" 

"Yes sir." 

"Good boy."

"Thank you sir." 

Hands find his hair and Buck feels a barely there pressure on his curls. "Is this how we say thank you?"

In front of him, Eddie's bare foot flexes a little. A hint. Buck's dick gives an involuntary twitch as he bends down to kiss the foot in front of him. He is still bent down when Eddie gets up and moves behind him. 

"Over the bed." He says simply. 

Buck's head hasn't even settled on the bed fully before he feels his pants slide down his legs, exposing his bare ass to the cool air. He feels Eddie spit on his hole. His hips jerk involuntarily at the sensation. A light slap admonishes him. 

Eddie opens him up lazily, thrusting and scissoring two fingers inside. Buck has already opened himself in the shower but he knows Eddie is only doing this to make a point. His fingers do not touch his prostate deliberately, the message clear: this is not about Buck's pleasure and he is not allowed to come until Eddie says so. He presses his cheek on the soft sheet, inhaling the faint scent of Eddie still lingering there. He finds himself being lulled to a peace by that familiar smell, until Eddie's fingers leave his hole. Before Buck can brace himself, his cock slams into him all at once. His knees slip a little on the floor because of the sudden impact, but Eddie pays no attention to him. He corrects himself before he falls face first on the floor, knowing Eddie will punish him for it. The lack of lube adds to the pain, Eddie slamming into him without mercy adding to the pleasure of being filled to the rim. One hand finds his hips, clasping harshly for the leverage and other clamps on the back of his neck, holding him in place. Buck grabs the sheets between his teeth to muffle his cries but Eddie squeezes his hand around his neck. 

"Open your mouth." Buck releases the sheet, tears lurking at the corner of his eyes. "Tongue out." 

Those are the last words Eddie says to acknowledge that Buck is more than a hole. After that, he ignores Buck drooling and crying in the sheets he was just asleep in, and uses his body as he pleases, pounding at him like he is nothing but a fleshlight. Buck's dick is angled away from the bed, so that he cannot rut into it. He helplessly ruts into empty air, knowing release does not wait for him soon, or at all if that's what Eddie decides. 

He gets relief though when warm liquid fills him up. Eddie keeps fucking his own cum inside him, his thrusts losing pace slowly. After a while he might have become oversensitive, because he pulls out abruptly, making Buck hiss at the pain.  He stands up behind Buck and grabs his hair to turn him around. Buck finds himself face-to-face with Eddie's soft cock, glistening with his own cum and saliva. His mouth waters at the sight. He does not care about getting himself off as long as he gets his mouth on that gorgeous cock. His ass already had a taste, his mouth deserves it too. 

"Thank my dick for a good morning." Eddie says. 

Leaning forward eagerly, Buck sticks his tongue out, but Eddie tightens his hand in his hair, holding Buck's head in his place. Buck is confused. Isn't this what Eddie wanted? Then he remembers Eddie's words from before. Is this how we say thank you?

He pulls his tongue back in, closing his mouth. This time when he leans forward, Eddie lets him. He puckers his lips and presses a kiss to the cock, letting his lips enjoy the taste his tongue couldn't. Eddie doesn't let them either. He pulls Buck's head back and releases his hair. 

"Now you're going to stay here while I shower." 

Buck watches as Eddie walks away from him. He pauses a second before entering the bathroom and takes his boxers off. Before Buck can ogle at the glorious ass, Eddie's boxers come flying at him, hitting him square in the face. By the time Buck shakes it off, Eddie is gone. 

Eddie comes back soon, looking beautiful in all his naked glory. He puts on his own pair of sweatpants and T-shirts. Buck doesn't know what to do except kneel and stare shamelessly at Eddie and wait for his instructions. After Eddie is fully dressed, he gestures Buck to pull up his sweatpants, which is when Buck realised he has been sitting with his pants halfway down, cock and ass exposed to the air. Eddie has put him in so deep already that he is ready to take whatever humiliation Eddie dishes out. He can treat him truly as an object and Buck wouldn't notice. 

"Follow me." 

Buck makes to get up but with a stern look from Eddie, he gets on his hands and knees. One benefit of this position is that he can see Eddie's glorious ass as he walks in front of him. Buck wishes they had brought that leash that he had begged Eddie to last week, so that he can actually walk Buck around like a dog. But Eddie had refused, admitting to Buck that leashes were not particularly his thing. 

So he follows Eddie down the hallway and into the kitchen where Eddie finally turns, taking away Buck's eye feast from him. He leans against the counter, hands folded across his chest and regards Buck properly for the first time that day. Buck feels more naked than when he was kneeling on Eddie's bedroom floor with his cock out. 

"Look at you, what a good little whore." 

Buck tries to hide his keen at the back of his throat, but fails. 

"What? You're not a whore?" 

Buck looks at the floor, his hands clutching at each other, understanding Eddie's game. He doesn't mind being called a whore or a slut or whatever degrading word Eddie comes up with because they're always mixed with a twinge of affection and admiration. But that's not what Eddie wants right now. He wants Buck to resist, hence the question despite Buck's moaning. So Buck slowly shakes his head, eyes still pinned to the floor.

Eddie barks out a cruel laughter, mocking Buck. "You're telling me you're not a whore?"

"No, sir." Buck says quietly.

"Really? Are you good for anything other than a good fuck?" 

If Eddie wouldn't punish him for even daring to let his hand near his dick, Buck would've jerked hard and fast and come right here on Eddie's kitchen floor. But as it remains that Eddie is the one in charge, but has no choice but to rely completely on his will-power and his determination to be a good little toy to not come right then and there. 

Buck lets out a whimper and nods his head frantically, deciding not to open his mouth because he doesn't know where exactly Eddie is going with this. This is the thrill that Buck loves in their scenes- the buildup and the anticipation. He loves walking blindly into what Eddie has set for him. This is why he loves submitting more than he loves domming when Eddie gets that rare itch. It is the best way to get himself out of his head and to quiet himself down. 

Eddie's hand reaches at the back of his neck to scratch. Buck feels like a filthy dog lying at his owner's feet. "You wanna prove you're good for something other than being my fucktoy?"

Buck nods eagerly.

"Be the perfect wife rather than a whore?" 

"Y-yes please, Sir." 

Eddie tugs at Buck's hair firmly until he gets the clue and gets up off the floor, tears stinging at the corner of his eyes.

"Then make me breakfast." 

If this was any other situation, Buck would've laughed at Eddie's theatrics when he could've simply asked Buck to make breakfast instead of going all the way. But the slight humiliation coupled with his determination to prove himself to Eddie makes Buck do anything but laugh. He says yes again and rushes off to get breakfast started like a good boy.

He gets easily lost in it because cooking is the second thing after submitting that helps in quietening Buck's mind. Eddie is as quiet behind him, so Buck assumes he is content to stare for now until he feels a warm presence on his back. 

"What are you cooking, baby?" 

The question is so innocent and unlike the dynamic they're currently in that it takes a moment for Buck to answer. "S-sandwiches." 

Eddie says nothing except a gentle hum. He hooks his chin on Buck's neck, his arms coming to wrap around the front. With his whole body pressed against Buck's like this, Buck can feel the hard length of Eddie pressed firmly against his ass. Without thinking, he pushes back into it. 

The harsh admonishing slap on his ass comes right away. The hand resting on his stomach travels up to wrap around his throat, all softness gone. "I thought you were gonna prove to me you're not a whore." 

"I- I am not." Buck cries out. "I- I will be good, sir. I promise." 

"Then make my fucking breakfast and if you try to take more than what I decide to give you, I will leave you tied on the floor like a dog, Buck. Don't test me." Eddie snarls in his ear. 

Buck wouldn't dare. He knows Eddie will stand good on his promise. He will tie up Buck here and leave him for as long as he likes. And as much as Buck likes being treated like nothing more than Eddie's dirty pet, he likes getting fucked by Eddie more, even if he doesn't get off.  So he stays still, focusing on grating the cheese in front of him, as Eddie tugs down Buck's pants beneath the curve of his ass. He then slides his own pants down to take his dick out. Buck feels the hard length of his dick press against his bare ass this time and it takes everything in him to not reach behind himself to spread his cheeks apart and present himself to Eddie. 

Eddie's hand leaves his throat. He gathers Buck's T-shirt in his hand and bunches up the fabric in his hand like it personally offended him. He holds it up in front of Buck's mouth and commands, "Open."

Buck lets Eddie stuff his shirt in his mouth. Eddie keeps pushing the fabric in until he is sure Buck's mouth cannot hold anymore. 

"There we go." He whispers. "No more bitching from you." 

Tears threaten to fall out but Buck keeps concentrating on the task Eddie has assigned him. He is an expert cook. He can cook while being gagged and fucked. 

Except that doesn't seem to be Eddie's plan. Instead of opening Buck up, he thrusts his cock between his warm cheeks, using his pre-cum and his cum from earlier to ease the way. He thrusts lazily two or three times before he gets bored and grabs Buck's hips tight. Buck barely gets a moment to notice before Eddie uses the grip to pull his body back onto his waiting cock, where the head catches on Buck's rim for only a moment before he pushes Buck away from him. The force of it almost makes Buck lose his footing but Eddie's firm grip holds him in place. 

"See? You can be more than a whore. Cooking my food, letting me use you as I want while you stay quiet and take it." Eddie punctuates his sentence with another push of his cock. "So perfect." 

Buck is rewarded with a kiss behind his neck as he layers the cheese on the bread. Eddie's hands leave his hips to gather both of Buck's asscheeks in his hand and push them apart to make a better channel for his cock. His head catches on Buck's rim again and Buck moans. 

"You wanna get fucked, puppy?" 

Buck nods eagerly. 

"You want me to waste my time in opening you up and guiding myself inside that tight hole?" 

Buck wants to point it out to Eddie that he fucked him not thirty minutes ago and that he should still be open enough for Eddie to push inside easily. But his T-shirt is stuffed inside his mouth and Eddie's words from earlier stop him from trying to speak over it. No bitching. It doesn't change the fact that he really really wants to get fucked even though his ass is a mess. He wants Eddie's cock inside him even if it tears him apart. 

"Is my breakfast done?" Eddie asks. 

Buck looks down at the food he had forgotten about and hurries to get it done again. When he has put their sandwiches in the toaster, he lets out a sigh of relief because now all he has to do is wait for it to be done. 

"I am not fucking you, Buck. This isn't about you. I am getting a tight channel here," He lets go of one of Buck's cheek to deliver a rough spank. This time, Buck does stumble and Eddie doesn't bother holding him stable. He just tightens his grip on Buck's ass in a bruising way until Buck gets the hint and straightens himself. "So why would I bother to wait till your asshole is ready for me?" 

Buck lets out a whimper. This is what Eddie wanted: to give Buck the realisation that he is not even worth of the struggle of being opened up going straight to his dick, which is still caught in the fabric of his pants. He lets out an involuntary clench in an effort from not coming. Eddie is not inside him but he is nestled tightly enough between his cheeks to notice it. 

Eddie yanks down Buck's pants further down to free his dick and to ensure that there is no friction on it. Buck can feel him smirking behind him. "Oh and in case it wasn't clear, you aren't allowed to come." 

Eddie comes as soon as the toaster pings, his hands holding Buck's ass impossibly tight and Buck can feel himself rise on his tiptoes to get away from the pain of it. Eddie pushes him back down roughly as his cum coats the inside of Buck's cheeks, dripping shamelessly down his thighs and the insides of his pants. With a last, brutal slap on his ass, Eddie pulls out. 

Buck keeps standing in the same position Eddie left him, knowing he is admiring his handiwork on Buck. The cum leaking out of him, mixed with Eddie's previous load now and the red handprints on his ass. Buck's half naked state isn't helping either. He turns the toaster off, his dick still hard and leaking. Eddie pulls up Buck's sweatpants as cum coats Buck's skin. 

"Turn around." 

Grateful for something to do, Buck turns. 

"Get on your knees and clean the mess on my cock." 

Buck would like to remind Eddie that the mess is his own doing but he doesn't want a spanking especially before breakfast so he obediently drops to his knees and shuffles forward until he is in Eddie's space. He opens his mouth and lets Eddie take the shirt out and feed his cock into his mouth. Buck flicks his tongue lightly all over it, lapping up the cum, loving the taste of it. 

After Eddie is satisfied, he lets Buck get up and lay out their breakfast on the table. When he goes to sit down on the chair opposite Eddie, Eddie stops him. "You're still dirty. I don't want you near any of my furniture. Down you go." 

The speed with which Buck drops down should've hurt his knees. Eddie breaks character for a moment to look down at him in concern but Buck smiles at him. "I am green, Eds. It didn't hurt, I swear." 

They have been doing this since so long that they trust each other completely to convey when one of them is even slightly hurt during a scene. This is why it doesn't take Eddie a moment to slip back into his character, handing Buck's plate to him dismissively. 

Eddie maintains a normal conversation as they eat. Buck responds back equally forgetting the fact that he is sitting on the floor as Eddie finally talks to him like his equal. 

Until.

Eddie's foot sneaks between Buck's leg and nudges at his balls through the fabric. Buck almost drops his plate. 

"Something wrong, baby?" 

Buck glares at him but says nothing. He drops his stare to his plate, all hunger gone. Eddie nudges at his balls again and Buck convulses. 

"Finish your breakfast." Eddie says casually.

"I'm full." 

Eddie's foot presses harder and Buck almost explodes. "I can sit here all day and fondle you. And if you come, I will punish you. So I suggest you finish your breakfast before that, sweetheart. Because I won't stop until you're done." 

Buck wolfs down the rest of his sandwich in one go, pushing it all down his throat as fast as possible. He is on a hair trigger already and if he comes- well, Eddie can be really cruel when he wants to be.

He shows his plate to Eddie like a student showing off his homework to his teacher. Eddie chuckles softly and removes his foot, taking Buck's plate from him to put it in the dishwasher. 

He beckons Buck to follow him again when he comes back and Buck crawls to the living room behind Eddie. Following Eddie's gesture, he straightens himself into a kneel. Buck wonders what Eddie will want to do next since he just came and he's definitely not letting Buck come anytime soon. Eddie leaves him there and comes back after some minutes, with a lot of papers in his hand. If he wasn't so deep in subspace, Buck would've noticed if they were tax papers or documents related to Christopher's school. In fact, out of the two of them, Buck is the one usually handling bills because Eddie hates maths. 

"Be a good little puppy and stay quiet while I work."

Buck nods his head slightly, promising his silence. He keeps his eyes down as Eddie sits down on the couch and soon papers start shuffling around. Buck knows he isn't doing any actual work, just holding up a pretence to look busy. Buck is content to just sit there looking pretty and owned. Eddie doesn't let him get too lost. From time to time, he reaches down Buck's shirt to flick a nipple or slides his foot down the back of Buck's pants to tease his ass.

Buck feels nothing more than a plaything, a toy to play with when the owner gets bored. He loves that he can be just this- Eddie's. He doesn't have to be Buck begging people to stay or Evan begging attention from his parents or firefighter Buckley desperate to prove himself. He is just Eddie's - pet or toy or sweetheart, it doesn't matter as long as the common denominator is there of belonging to Eddie. 

After what feels like forty-five minutes or an hour, Eddie gets bored of the papers or his pretending. He tosses them aside carefully and picks up the remote to switch on the TV. He taps the buttons for some minutes, probably deciding what to watch and when he seems satisfied, he sprawls himself on the couch and spreads his legs. 

"C'mere." He gestures in between his legs. 

Buck immediately shuffles from Eddie's side to in between his knees. 

"Open your mouth."

Eddie's thumb traces Buck's open mouth, first his lips and then the inside of them to where his tongue lies lazily against the floor of his mouth. The thumb presses down on it and Buck splutters. Drool slips out of his mouth down his chin, but Eddie just keeps watching in fascination. 

"Jesus, you're pretty."

If Buck's mouth wasn't held open, he would've snorted because he knows Eddie didn't mean to say that, not on the day Buck has asked him to be nothing but cruel to him. But it is the first time they are doing such a long scene and Buck doesn't mind a slip-up here and there, especially if it means Eddie affirming his love for Buck. 

Eddie doesn't seem to notice his slip-up either. His voice is as soft when he says, "You're going to keep my cock warm as I watch this game. Don't get me hard. I wanna concentrate on the game, understood?" 

Buck nods with his tongue still pressed down, more drool slipping down Eddie's thumb. 

"Hands behind your back." 

Buck does as he's told as Eddie extracts his own hand from Buck's face. The sudden removal of pressure feels too good and before Buck's body could catch up with his mind's determination to follow Eddie's orders, his mouth had closed to give his aching jaw a relief. 

The strike comes down hard on his face, almost making Buck fall to the ground from the force of it. 

"Did I ask you to close your mouth?" 

Buck immediately opens it again, as wide as it will go, to show Eddie he will be good. More drool falls down his chin as he fears a tear travelling down from his eyes due to the sting of the slap. 

"You're such a useless toy. Can't even function properly." Eddie says lazily, as he draws his soft cock out of his pants. Buck wonders how is he not hard after hitting Buck because the slap got Buck hard enough to drill nails. Then he remembers that the one thing that is common in both of them is they definitely enjoy receiving impact play more than dolting it out. Buck has used a belt on Eddie before and if Buck didn't understand Eddie's limits Eddie wouldn't even ask him to stop. He just keeps asking for more and more. Buck enjoys the humiliation and discipline that comes from being spanked and slapped while Eddie enjoys the raw pain.

The thought of Eddie being bent over naked on the coffee table inches away from Buck just a few nights ago with his ass red with the welts from Buck's belt is driven out of his mind as Eddie starts feeding his cock into Buck's open mouth. 

With a tap on his jaw, Buck closes his mouth around it, letting the comfort of the weigh of Eddie's cock slip into his body. Like a switch, Buck's entire body relaxes as he closes his eyes and suddenly he's shut out from the world. He doesn't notice when the game starts or who's scoring against who. It's not like Buck pays attention to baseball games on his regular days. That's Eddie's thing.

Buck lets himself lull into a sleep on Eddie's lap, with Eddie gently petting at his hair. He is on the floor because he isn't allowed on the furniture and his hands are behind his back because Eddie doesn't want him to have the agency to touch himself, but he feels loved. Absolutely and truly loved, because even when he asks Eddie to degrade him and throw him around like a ragdoll and not even look at him like he's something worth looking at, Eddie shows his love through the most simple gestures like guiding his head on his lap in a comfortable position and petting his fucking hair. 

Buck doesn't know how much time passes. He sits and let's sleep take him until who knows how much time has passed when Eddie wakes him up. 

"Hey sweetheart. You back with me?" 

Buck nods groggily. His chin is sticky with his saliva and his jaw aches, but he feels like he's floating somewhere on a cloud. 

Eddie gently lifts Buck's head from his lap so Buck can straighten his neck. His cock is still soft but Buck has a feeling that's about to change soon. 

"I ordered lunch for us." Eddie says casually. 

Buck hums out his approval. His eyes are still droopy because of his nap. He wants to go back to sleep like this, suckling on his favourite toy. 

"It will be here anytime soon." 

Buck closes his eyes again, food the last thing on his mind. If he didn't need calories to be useful to Eddie, he couldn't have cared less about the fucking lunch. 

"Buck," Eddie hesitates, his tone still innocent. "What if I invite the delivery guy inside?" 

Buck's eyes fly open, all sleep vanishing. As if on cue, Eddie's cock twitches against his tongue, telling Buck it's time to get his face fucked. 

When Buck looks at Eddie, he's surprised to see the asshole smirking, all the feigned innocence from earlier gone. 

"What if he's thirsty and asks for a glass of water? I'm gonna have to invite him in, wouldn't I? It's a hot summer day and it will be so cruel of me to not offer something to drink." 

Buck moans weakly as Eddie's fingers tighten in his hair. Eddie is half hard already just from his own words and Buck's mouth.

"I will invite him inside and what if he sees you? Sitting all submissively on the ground, covered in your owner's cum?" 

Buck can picture it. A stranger walking in and looking at the state of him. His cock which had gone soft in his sleep jumps to life again, getting hard faster than Eddie's is.

"What if he asks you to bend over and push your pants down so he can take whatever he wants? He wouldn't even be as generous to you as I am. Do you think he would bother spitting on your already filthy hole or would he just use my cum to ease the way? It should be my cum. After all, I own you." 

Eddie is fully hard by now and he slowly thrusts into Buck's throat, letting his cock graze the tight ring of muscles in the back. Buck clutches his hands tighter so that he can force himself to stay still and let Eddie use him. 

"Would you like that, Buck?" Eddie thrusts inside again, this time with stronger force than before. "Would you like a fucking stranger to walk in and fuck you good?" 

Buck manages to give his head a little shake beneath Eddie's tight grip. He knows he has an exhibitionist kink but that means only being watched instead of letting others participate. But now that Eddie's mentioned it, Buck is thinking. A random person walking in, ripping off Buck's pants and going for it straight-

Buck stops that train of thoughts. He doesn't mind being used like that, but there's something wrong with this fantasy, something he can't pinpoint.

So he shakes his head. 

"No?" Eddie laughs cruelly above him, pulling on Buck's hair to tug him on his dick till it reaches his throat. Holding Buck on it for longer than a moment, he releases him when Buck starts spluttering. "What if I ask you to do it?" 

Eddie barely lets Buck catch his breath before he is fucking in again, as deep as Buck's throat will allow him to go. He doesn't hold like the last time, but pulls back only to push back in immediately. 

"What if I ask you to sit here and let anyone I send fuck you as rough and as hard as they want?" 

And there it is. What was missing from his fantasy. Buck naked and tied up.  Waiting. He wouldn't even know who's fucking him or riding his cock. He wouldn't know these people. But Eddie will. Eddie will be right there, watching every one of them like a hawk, kicking them out for doing anything he deems wrong.

Maybe he's in a deep subspace. Maybe he will do anything for Eddie. 

"I won't let them come inside you though. They can fuck you or spank you till you're crying but no one will be allowed to come inside you." Eddie holds his cock at the back of Buck's throat again. "No one excepts me." 

He pulls back a little to let Buck inhale air. Buck opens his eyes and looks at Eddie, and nods slowly. Because he wants. He wants it real bad. Wants Eddie to offer him up to people like a peace of meat and then be cherished in the end by Eddie. Have everyone have their way with him but in the end, Eddie will be the only one claiming him. 

"You would do that, wouldn't you?" Eddie asks, not missing a beat in fucking Buck's face. "My perfect slut will do anything I ask."

He stands up suddenly, not easing the grip on Buck's hair. Eddie starts thrusting hard and fast, his pace barely letting Buck get any air. Tears start falling out of his eyes. He doesn't remember the last time his saliva went down his throat instead of his chin or Eddie's cock. Eddie keeps fucking him roughly pushing Buck backwards till Buck's knees give out from beneath him and he falls to the floor, Eddie following. Buck is able to remove his hands from behind his back before being completely pinned on the floor by Eddie's heavy weight straddling his chest. He claws at the carpet as Eddie still keeps fucking his mouth, his pace not even acknowledging the sudden changes in their positions. 

"Take it, just like that." He pants out. "Maybe I'll let them use your mouth too, keep you plugged up with cocks all the time. That's what you want, don't you?" He slaps Buck again, this time not as hard as the last one, but more tears fall out. "You would let anyone stuff you up anywhere they want." 

Fuck if that doesn't make Buck reach almost on the brink of his orgasm. His hands scramble at Eddie's thigh, begging for God knows what- to come inside his mouth or to keep fucking him, to stop talking or to keep talking. 

Eddie doesn't want to listen either way. He takes Buck's wrists in his hand and pins them above his head. 

"Take what I give you." He growls. 

Buck has never come from getting his throat fucked but the way Eddie is pinning him down, leading to his tender ass being dragged against the carpet kinda painfully might as well drive Buck over to the edge.

Just when he thinks he can't take it anymore, Eddie pulls out suddenly and comes all over Buck's face, painting it like he's his personal masterpiece. 

Buck opens his mouth before Eddie can ask, and he licks dutifully to clean off Eddie's cock.

"My good boy." Eddie mutters from above him. Eddie might be the one who just came but Buck feels satiated and blessed out. He can lie here all day completely covered in Eddie's cum and it wouldn't be a problem.

The doorbell rings. 

The weight from Bucks chest is gone as Eddie gets up and tucks his soft cock in his pants. "Don't move. Don't lick my cum off your face. Maybe I will let him inside and he can dump his own load to the mess on your face."

Buck doesn't hear Eddie opening the door and thanking the delivery guy politely before closing it again. His mind is still reeling from the fact that Eddie called him a cumdump. Fuck, he wants to taste Eddie's cum so badly. He is jealous of his own ass which gets to holds some of it. 

A light kick on his side jolts him awake. "Get up." 

Rather tenderly, Eddie uses Buck's T-shirt to clean off some of his cum near Buck's mouth. He doesn't make any attempt to clean the rest of his face. Eddie sits on the floor besides him and feeds him the pizza that he ordered. If Buck didn't have Eddie's fucking semen dripping out from everywhere, he could've pretended it was a normal day where they eat together and joke around and discuss Chris' school. After two slices, Buck tells Eddie he is done, food already the last thing on his mind. Eddie leaves to put the leftovers in the fridge.

When he comes back, he has a book in his hand. He lies down on the couch with it. Without looking up from it, he mumbles, "You can sleep on the floor if you want. Don't bother me unless it's an emergency."

Buck lies down and cuddles within himself. The cum on his face is getting tacky and itchy but he's grateful for the reprieve of sleep. It will also help his cock go down. He doesn't know how long Eddie plans to sleep but his sleep looks genuine and not another play. As long as there is no emergency, Buck can sleep too. 

He was wrong. 

His bladder wakes him up, threatening to burst. He hasn't peed all day. He can go and relieve himself and Eddie probably wouldn't be mad but today Buck is Eddie's like he promised the night before and taking back one agency might shatter the illusion.

Sitting up, Buck mumbles. "Eddie." 

It gets him a questioning hum from Eddie.

"I- I need to pee." 

Eddie- Eddie doesn't answer. He just ignores Buck. 

Fuck.

"Eddie." Buck says a little louder. "Please."

Buck expects Eddie to dismiss him by telling him to go to the bathroom and get it done and to not disturb Eddie again. What Eddie says instead surprises Buck and sends a shiver down his spine. "Control it." 

Eddie doesn't look up from his book once. Buck feels stupid kneeling beside him. He is already squirming under the pressure. Still, he is determined to be good. So he keeps quiet and tries to ignore his bladder. He succeeds for some minutes before the pressure tries to burst again. 

This time when he whimpers Eddie's name, Eddie looks at him with a dramatic sigh. Buck knew that despite his little play, he wouldn't let Buck pee on the carpet. The cleanup will be too much of an issue. He gets up and beckons Buck to stand up too and follow him. Buck's legs threaten to give out because of not being straightened out since morning and the struggle to not pee in his pants. Eddie pays him no attention as he leads Buck to the bathroom. 

It's not unusual for them to pee in front of each other in a completely non-sexual context so Buck doesn't think much about it that Eddie is still inside the bathroom instead of waiting outside and letting Buck do his business. 

Buck hurries to the toilet but before he can lift the lid up, strong hands encircle his arms and pulls them behind his back, making Buck arch his back. The sudden display of power makes Buck almost loose control. 

"You wanted to pee right?" Eddie says, plastered behind Buck's back. "Go on." 

"H-here?" 

"Do you want me to spell it out for you? You can go here or not at all if you think you have so much control. I want you to ruin these fucking pants." 

"Eddie, please." Buck says, shame burning hot through his entire body. They have joked about it but have never done anything related to watersports. Of course Eddie can read through him like a fucking open book. It's not like Buck has an actual pee kink. He doesn't want something like golden showers on him or his own on Eddie. But he can love the idea of being vulnerable enough in front of someone to let them see him at his utmost desperation.

"What's your colour?" Eddie asks, gentler this time. 

Buck doesn't answer. He just squirms in Eddie's hold, desperate to loose control and just let go. He doesn't want to wait for Eddie checking with him.

"Buck, what's your colour?" Eddie asks more firmly this time. "You can say yellow and I will step back and let you do it properly, I promise. And if you say green, we can do it this way. But I need a colour." 

"Green. So fucking green, Eds. Just let- let me.. please Eddie I cannot control it any longer. C-can I please?" Buck realizes he's asking permission to piss his pants. Humiliation hits him like a truck. The things Eddie has unlocked in him.

"You can let go, sweetheart." Eddie punctuation his sentence by slapping Buck's ass deliberately hard. Buck doesn't know whether it's Eddie's permission or the force of his slap which makes him lose control but the next moment, warm liquid is trickling down the inside of his thighs, leaving a dark grey stain along the inseams. He keeps going somehow and Eddie is still holding his hands behind his back but no longer pasted on his back, probably to not get a stray drop of Buck's pee on his clothes and Buck feels so fucking relieved because of finally getting to empty his bladder and letting Eddie see another vulnerable part of him. 

By the time he is done, his sweatpants are ruined like Eddie promised. The wet patch on his crotch is obscenely visible and so is the long trail of wetness down his legs. 

For a wild moment, Buck wonders if Eddie will still make him roam around in his pee soaked pants. But because Eddie is more of a neat freak than Buck is, he bends down and unpeels Buck's sweatpants from his body till they're off. Buck jolts like Eddie has electrocuted him when he presses a kiss on his ass. Because he, well, he must stink of piss and cum but Eddie still kissed him. Ignoring Buck's reaction, Eddie tosses his basket in the empty laundry basket. Buck raises his arms above his head obediently as Eddie takes off his T-shirt and throws it in the same basket. 

"Step into the shower. You did so good for me, sweetheart." 

A naked Eddie joins him soon and he takes time cleaning Buck thoroughly, especially between his legs and ass cheeks. By the time they step out of the shower, Buck looks scrubbed pink. Eddie dries him off with the towels already in the bathroom. Buck realises this had been Eddie's plan all along. The empty laundry basket and the towels already present- Eddie was planning on Buck pissing himself. 

Eddie leads him into the bedroom and the bed looks so tempting that Buck immediately beelines for it, ready to pass out, before a reprimanding tut stops him. 

"Just because I clean my toys doesn't mean I stop using them."

Buck stops, back straightening immediately. He had been a fool to assume that the scene was over just because he was freshly showered and cleaned. 

He clutches his hands together and watches as Eddie extracts some things from their toy box. He throws some things on the bed before he saunters over Buck. Eddie stands in his space, a wicked look in his eyes. He wraps his fingers around Buck's cock and starts stroking him.

Buck keens.

This is the first time this day that he gets something on his cock other than the rough fabric of his pants. Eddie's hand feels rough without any spit or lube but Buck welcomes it. As if on cue, Eddie puts two fingers in front of Buck's mouth and orders, "Spit." 

Eddie's wet fingers reaches around the back and find Buck's rim. He pushes one in slowly and the spit barely does anything to spare Buck the burn despite being fucked once already that day. Eddie's determined fingers intrude in anyway, first one and then two. He doesn't wait any moment in finding Buck's prostate and presses in.

Buck almost falls over but Eddie just steps closer to support his weight. His one hand is still stroking Buck's cock while the other mercilessly pounds his prostate.

"Please." Buck cries out. "Sir, please."

"Please what, baby?"

"Can I come?" 

Eddie's answer is short and cruel. "No."

Buck doesn't know when he got hard, but he can see the pre-cum leaking out of him steadily and dripping down on the floor. Eddie's pace doesn't relent. Buck opens his mouth to plead again but Eddie presses harder against his prostate, making Buck arch on his tiptoes to escape the intense pleasure. 

"You have your answer. Now shut up."

So Buck does. He closes his mouth and tries his best to drown his pleadings in a whimper. The entire day had been about Eddie's pleasure, Eddie using Buck as he sees fit. Eddie fucking Buck raw, fucking Buck's asscheek because he didn't want to go through the troubles of opening him up again, but now, now he's giving his full attention to Buck and Buck hates it.

Eddie extracts his hand from his cock as a gesture of his cruel mercy but keeps grinding against Buck's prostate. Buck buries his face into Eddie's shoulder and moans unabashedly into it. Eddie runs his hand up and down Buck's side and the touch seems as intense as what was on his cock. At this point, he might come anytime. He is a brat sometimes, loves riling Eddie up to get him to put him into his place but he has never come without permission. A part of him is screaming at him to let go, to see just how hard Eddie will punish him for breaking his biggest rule. 

Just when he thinks he can't take anymore, the fingers inside him are gone. So is the presence of Eddie's warm body from all over him. Buck almost falls to the floor with the agony of his denied orgasm. Without thinking, his hand reaches his cock to give it some reprieve but Eddie intercepts the motion and is back in Buck's space in an instant. He gathers both of Buck's wrist in his hand and puts them above his head, pinning them to the wall. 

"Keep them here. If you move, I will edge you again." 

Buck doesn't dare move a muscle. Being edged after being denied any kind of touch the whole day was a different level of torture. His body is on fire already. He can't even imagine what another edging would do to him. 

Eddie walks back to the bed to pick up what Buck recognises as a cock ring. The asshole could've carried it with him in his pocket but instead he planned on making Buck wait after just coming down from his edge. He's so hard that even the air might make him come at this point. 

Without letting his fingers even brush against Buck's cock, Eddie puts the ring on and Buck welcomes the snug fit around his base, which finally pulls him off the edge. 

Eddie raises his hand to grab Buck's wrist again and for the first time that day, he is leaning in to pull Buck in a searing kiss. Buck's hard cock pokes Eddie's bare stomach but neither of them pay attention to it as Eddie kisses him senseless, thrusting his tongue in and out like he is fucking Buck. 

The kiss ends too soon for Buck's liking and he finds himself being spun around, his hands braced against the wall. 

Eddie slaps his hip. "Legs apart."

Buck arches his back to spread his legs as far apart as he can. He moans filthily as Eddie spits directly on his asshole. His cock pushes inside the tight ring.

Buck screams but Eddie's hand grabs the back of his neck and pushes his head into the wall. "Hands on your head."

Eddie grabs Buck's wrists to hold on to them for leverage, he thrusts into Buck mercilessly. 

"I was thinking of taking you to bed to fuck you properly but you look so good hair plastered against the wall like my perfect doll that I couldn't control myself." Eddie is only a little breathless despite how hard he is fucking Buck. Buck can do nothing but moan and take it. Eddie's cock is deliberately angled away from his prostate and the cock ring tells him he isn't about to come anytime soon. He is just there to be used by Eddie, who can out Buck in whatever position he likes. He can throw Buck around like a ragdoll and just rut against him to get himself off like Buck is nothing more than his bitch. He no longer cares if he doesn't get to cum by the end of the day. As long as Eddie keeps using him. As long as Eddie can use Buck's body to get off. 

He drools against the wall shamelessly, not knowing when his mouth had fallen open. There is pressure on his shoulders because of the way his arms are twisted around the back of his head. 

Eddie doesn't pay attention to any of it. Nothing about Buck except his hole matters to him and he is letting Buck know that in his every thrust. 

Buck feels like his cock might explode with the pressure. He has come from prostate stimulation before but never with a cock ring on. To save himself, Buck clenches around Eddie and Eddie comes because of the sudden tightness around his cock.

"Holy fuck." Eddie mutters in his shoulder. He lets Buck's voluntary clench slide because of how hard he comes, ropes and ropes of it painting Buck's insides.

Eddie pulls out obscenely, ignoring Buck's wince. He pats Buck's ass. "Stay here." 

Buck stays where Eddie left him, hot cum dripping out. His hands are still at the back of his head. Eddie hasn't used a single rope or cuffs today but he has been manoeuvring Buck's arms where he likes. Buck knows Eddie likes it better this way. He wants control. To look at Buck following his orders willingly instead of being tied down and made it. He wants to know that Buck can offer himself up entirely and that Eddie will take care of him. It gives Eddie the semblance of control he so desperately craves to have in the real world. 

Eddie thrusts a thick plug inside. Buck's spread legs threaten to give out. Eddie pulls out the plug so that the thickest part of it stretches Buck's rim obscenely. Buck can imagine how red and puffed up his hole must look by now. 

Eddie drops the plug and Buck's hole sucks it back in. Buck lets the weight settle inside. It is not one of their biggest plugs but it is also not small. Standing like this keeps it away from his prostate but as soon as he sits in a particular angle, it will be brushing that spot, which Eddie knows very well. This is what makes this particular butt plug so frustrating. It keeps him full but also on his toes with the anticipation of when it will reach his prostrate. 

He takes Buck's arms and lets them down, turning him around. "Are you tired?" 

Buck nods slowly. He wouldn't mind a little bit of rest, seeing as his last two naps were interrupted by Eddie fucking his throat and his desperation to pee. 

"Poor baby." Eddie mocks. "I've been doing all the work and you are tired." 

Buck wonders if Eddie would slap him if he said that he has been the one offering his ass on a tray to Eddie all day. He is tempted to test that out but he is tired and the bed looks more tempting than testing Eddie's patience. So he just looks at him through his lashes, knowing Eddie would never say no to that look. 

Eddie sighs. "I guess toys need to be recharged too to function properly." 

Eddie takes him by the hand to their bed and bullies Buck onto his side so that Eddie can spoon him from behind. 

To Buck's surprise, Eddie snakes a hand down his front. He lightly tugs on his pubic hair, getting a small yelp out of Buck and hovers above his dick. His knuckles deliberately brushes against Buck's cock and it jumps immediately at the light touch. Buck feels betrayed by his own member.

"You are on such a hair trigger that even a breeze will get you off. I am gonna take off the ring but if you come, I would make you sleep on the floor for a week, baby. So you better learn to sleep with your cock hard and dripping and pray that I don't wake up to find you frantically rutting in the sheets like a bitch in heat." 

Buck drops his head down and lets Eddie entangle their fingers together after the ring is off, his way of ensuring that Buck's hands don't stray to his cock in his sleep. 

The last thing Buck hears from Eddie before drifting off is, "Oh and I will still use you whenever I want. It's your choice if you want to be asleep or awake for that. It doesn't matter to me either way." 

Because I am a toy, Buck thinks before sleep takes him. 

Turns out that being used like a cumrag really exhausts you. Buck falls deep into his sleep. He doesn't know if he's dreaming of Eddie's fingers probing and prodding at his hole. Where's his plug? Wasn't he wearing a plug? Eddie will be angry if the plug isn't there. The fingers thrust in relentlessly. 

Eddie kisses the back of his neck soothingly and Buck goes back to sleep.

The next time he gains some consciousness, he's being pounded hard. A warm body spoons him from behind, the muscles as hard as the dick inside him. Buck wants to come fingers are wrapped tightly around his cock, holding him back. He wants to bury his face in the mattress and rut till he finds his release but strong arms hold him in position so that he has no choice but to take it. Eddie shoves two fingers inside his mouth so that Buck can suckle on them. He goes back to sleep while still being jackhammered by Eddie's cock. 

When Buck finally wakes up, instead of the plug, he has a soft cock inside his ass. The fingers are still inside his mouth, wet and shrivelled, but Buck wants to keep them there forever. 

"Hey there, sweetheart." Eddie kisses his shoulder. 

"Hey, baby." Buck wiggles his ass a little to get Eddie to harden inside him. He had forgotten that while he may not have gotten off even once, Eddie had orgasmed almost five times already. Eddie lets out a pained hiss of overstimulation. 

He punches Buck's nipple while pressing down harder on his tongue. "Stay still."

Buck immediately goes slack, having forgotten his place again.

Toys don't move. Toys take what they're given. 

"You gotta have something inside this ass one way or the other, don't you puppy? You can get your reward after you can prove to me you're a good little housewife." 

Buck almost jumps up. Wrestling his tongue from beneath Eddie's fingers and enjoying Eddie's amused chuckle, Buck manages, "W-what reward, sir?" 

"I will fuck you after dinner. But you get to choose how and where. Whether you want it rough and hard or soft and slow. On the kitchen, on the floor, on the fucking balcony exposed to the world, anywhere you want." 

In his enthusiasm to get up to start cooking dinner, Buck had forgotten that Eddie was keeping glued to himself by his cock and fingers. Eddie immediately yanks him back on the bed, ignoring Buck's gasp of pain as the sudden change in angle caused Eddie's dick to twist Buck's insides painfully. Eddie shoves his fingers deeper, leaving no room for Buck to wiggle free. 

His voice is low and threatening in Buck's ear, no more of the sweetness present. "I had to deal with your brattiness the whole day. One more mistake and I will get myself off any way I want and leave you naked and dripping on my kitchen floor all night long." 

Buck stays as still as possible for what feels like minutes or hours to be a good boy for Eddie. Eventually Eddie is satisfied and pulls out of Buck. Without even looking, Buck can feel his hole gaping open. Eddie helps him by pushing the plug back in. He gets up to put on an old pair of jeans (none for Buck obviously) and then leads Buck by the elbow into the kitchen. 

"I have a present for you." Eddie indicates to the piece of cloth lying on the counter.

Hesitantly, Buck picks it up and is surprised to see that it is a new apron. He isn't surprised when he unfolds it and reads the words on it.

HOE HOUSE WIFE.

Smirking, he looks at Eddie. 

"Can I put it on, sir?" 

"Go ahead baby. Be the perfect housewife for me." 

When Buck puts on the apron, Eddie holds a pice of dark fabric in front of him. Buck recognises it to be a jockstrap. "Put this on. I don't want you leaking near my food."

Like a repeat of the morning, Eddie sits behind as Buck busies himself with preparing dinner. Unlike morning, his ass is out this time and despite the plug, some of Eddie's cum has still leaked out, sticking itself on Buck's thighs. Buck cooks in silence for some time, getting lost in the art as usual and forgetting about his nakedness. Eddie is a patient man and he has already come more times than he has ever come in a single day. Still, Buck isn't surprised when warm air fans the back of his neck. 

"My pretty girl." 

Buck shudders but doesn't stop chopping the vegetables to spare his ass from Eddie's wrath. 

"Can I keep you like this?" Like morning, Eddie wraps his hand around Buck's throat. "Bared assed and plugged up, ready for me whenever I want?"

"Eddie." It's all Buck can moan out because he is hard again just from Eddie's warm breath brushing his skin. It doesn't take much for him to get hard but this is too quick even for him.

"I can come home after a tiring shift and you'll give this ass to me so that I can take out my frustrations on it." Eddie continues, pinching Buck's ass before kneading it softly between his fingers. "Would you like that, baby?"

"Y-yes."

"Say it." Eddie pinches his other cheek and holds the thin layer of skin between his fingers until Buck finds himself on his tiptoes again, trying to escape the pain. But he has known Eddie long enough to get the memo about where his actual escape lies. 

"I like that, Eddie. I love being- ah- being open and ready for you all day long." 

Eddie lets go of Buck's ass. "That's more like it. Maybe I will get you a lacy bra and matching panties." Eddie puts both hands on Buck's pec to massage them like they're actual breasts before finding his nipples and tweaking the nubs, both at once. Buck's cock weeps. "You have tits large enough to hold up a bra." Eddie bites Buck's collarbone, while continuing to pinch and tweak both of his nipples. The shockwaves of having his nipples played with travels through his entire body. "Do you think we will find a panty big enough to hold your big cock?" 

They will. They have. Buck has tried panties before and he loved the way lace cupped his cock.

"Maybe it wouldn't matter if it can contain your cock or not as long as I have access to this ass." Eddie leaves one of his nipples to step back a little. He flicks Buck's hole and Buck almost drops his head on the counter. "You can squirt in your panties as long as I get to fuck this tight little hole of yours. You can keep clenching around me every time you come, but I wouldn't care. You'll be my pretty little doll all laced up and I will play with you however you want." 

Buck wishes he was wearing lingerie now instead of the jock. He wants to look pretty for Eddie. He knows he can be so perfect for him. He would let Eddie tear off every bit of his lingerie to fuck him raw. 

Buck is so hard that precum leaks out of his jockstrap and onto his thighs. 

Eddie moves back up. Slapping his pecs lightly, he gathers Buck's hardened nubs between his fingers. "And these tits jesus. You gotta let me fuck them some time, Buck." 

Eddie twists one and pinches the other, before switching. 

"I'm gonna make you squeeze them together to create a tight channel for my cock so I can fuck them. You're gonna let me, sweetheart?" 

"Y-yes." 

Eddie pinches them hard. Buck can barely stop himself from thrusting against the kitchen counter. He's so fucking hard that he doesn't understand how he is getting any work done. 

It's just nipples. Eddie is not touching his cock or his hole. It's just non-functioning nipples they both like to pretend are attached to an actual pair of breasts. Eddie touching them shouldn't get Buck this fucking turned on. 

"Y-you can fuck my tits, Eddie. While I'm wearing a bra."

Eddie swears behind him. "Of course you will, baby." 

Buck moans loudly as Eddie continues to play with his nipples. 

"I'll buy you a maid's costume so that after you're done with your chores I can tear it off to expose the lingerie inside." 

Eddie has called Buck the occasional good girl and fucked him harder than usual when he sometimes wears panties but he never realised that Eddie had this big of a thing for feminizing Buck. Who's Buck to judge anyway when his jockstrap is wet as fuck and the head of is cock is peaking out of it to leak on the counter. 

They should get a maid's costume. 

"You'll be so pretty, baby. I'll ruin your bra by coming in them while you can make a mess of your panties just from me fucking your tits." 

A variety of pictures fly through Buck's head. Eddie on top of him, looking beautiful as he grinds shamelessly against Buck's chest. Buck coming untouched. His clothes ruined to the point that they're gonna have to throw them away. 

"P-please." Buck begs, he doesn't know for what. Eddie flicks his nipple and Buck lets out a dry sob as the pain goes straight to his cock. The buttplug inside him sits heavy, taunting Buck's prostate- too much and not enough at once. 

"You're so sensitive here." Eddie runs his thumb over them soothingly. It's- fake . The softness is fake before Eddie decides to be cruel again. Buck braces himself. "Maybe I should get you clamps. You can wear them under your shirt so I can keep you on the edge the whole day without even fucking you."

Despite knowing it might come, Buck is not ready for when Eddie gathers both of his nipples harshly and twists them. The image of Eddie flicking Buck's clamped nipples under Buck's uniform shirt is what throws him over the edge. Before he can stop himself or throw Eddie off of him, orgasm hits him like a train. Buck clutches the counter as pulses of pleasure race through him, sending shockwaves to his cock over and over. His orgasm is so long, Buck is afraid he's stuck on it. His dick cannot stop ejaculating ropes of come, staining the counter, leaking out of the jock and hitting the floor, sticking on his thighs. 

With a last twitch, it finally stops. It is then that Buck registers that all of Eddie's warmth on his body is gone. No fingers on his nipples, no chest plastered to his back, no hard cock poking at his ass. 

Buck has broken a rule. 

The one rule Eddie demands to be absolutely followed. 

Guilt and shame fills him up, replacing all the after waves of pleasure still pulsating through his body. He suddenly feels boneless. He barely manages to turn around before he falls to the floor, curled up into himself and lets out gentle sobs. 

"Did you just-" Eddie stops.

" 'm sorry. I'm sorry, Eddie." Buck can't recognise his own voice through the thick haze of his tears.

He hears Eddie shuffling around till his voice comes from a more closer distance, like he is kneeling besides Buck. "Buck what's your colour, baby?" 

Buck doesn't answer. His body shakes with the tremors of his crying. He isn't sure why he is crying- from his intense orgasm or from the weight of his failure. 

"I am calling yellow." Eddie says firmly. He fairs a hand through Buck's hair. Buck shifts closer till he's nuzzling Eddie's knee. "I need a colour from you before we continue. If you want to stop, we will. This has been an intense day for you. We can stop. I won't be mad, I promise." 

Eddie's gentle voice clears Buck's head a little. He thinks about it. They can stop here. Eddie will give him another bath probably and they can cuddle to sleep. He believes Eddie when he says that he wouldn't be mad. But that's because Eddie is too nice. He will forgive Buck for breaking his rule in an instant. He always does. 

But Buck wouldn't. The reminder of his failure will stay even after Eddie's cum is washed off his skin and his hole is no longer gaping open. The guilt will eat him inside even after the scene is over. Eddie will give him the best aftercare and reassurances but Buck will drop hard. 

It can't be over till Buck has paid for his mistake. 

"N-no." He whimpers pathetically.

"You don't want to wrap this up?" 

"Punish me." 

"Buck, mi vida. It's okay. You're forgiven." 

Only in Eddie's eyes. "Eddie, please." 

They wait a beat and then too, before Buck asks, "What's your colour?" 

"Will being punished ease your guilt?" 

Buck nods. 

"Green. What's yours?" 

"Green." 

"Okay." Kissing Buck's cheek, Eddie repeats, "Okay, baby." 

He gets up and the air changes. The power shifts and Eddie easily takes it back. His foot comes to rest on Buck's cheek this time, pressing his face further onto the floor. 

"Puppy couldn't control himself, could he? You just had to ruin yourself." 

Buck's entire body is on fire. From shame, from his recent high. And still, he wants to rut into the floor to come again and again till there is nothing left inside him. Like a nail in the coffin of his shame, something wet lands on the part of his face not covered by Eddie's foot. 

Eddie just spit on him. 

The next second, the foot is removed and Eddie barks out an order. "Get up."

Buck is barely up on his knees before Eddie tugs at his hair and pulls him up. He snatches Buck's apron off of him and throws him to the floor. "You don't deserve to wear this."

Buck finds his hard nipples pressed against the cold countertop as he is bend over it. The first smack lands before he can properly spread his legs to get himself in position. He grips the counter hard to brace himself for the second spank and a third and fourth one followed immediately after. The butt plug moves inside him from the impact of Eddie's hits but Buck doesn't dare even think of coming again. It doesn't stop his cock from twitching pathetically as Eddie's hand continues to rain down on him.

He stops eventually. "Are you even sorry?" 

"Y-yes, I am! I am sorry, sir! It- ah, fuck-" Buck cries out as Eddie spanks him again. "It won't happen again I swear." 

"Wish I could believe you." Eddie stops to knead both of his cheeks roughly. "Wish I could believe that you are capable of following my orders without me having to slap some sense into you every fucking time."  

The next hit is the hardest and Buck knows Eddie can feel the tingling in his hand too. 

"Hold your cheeks apart." 

Buck grabs his burning ass obediently, ignore the rough drag of his calloused hands against his tender ass. He howls as Eddie takes two fingers to hit him on his hole directly. It isn't as hard as what his cheeks received but he has been held open and fucked all day long that even the featherlight hits have him being dragged over to oversensitivity.

"Such a greedy little hole." Eddie does it four more times before he pulls back. 

"Stay here." Buck whimpers as he hears Eddie's steps leading away from the kitchen. Is he going to vanish and keep Buck here- flaming hot with embarrassment? Just when he is about to beg Eddie to come back because he knows that Eddie won't be out of earshot, that he wouldn't actually ever leave Buck like this, the footsteps come back. 

Buck hears Eddie drop to his knees behind him and gently pry away his hands from his ass, only to replace them with his own. Buck is surprised to see Eddie's hand extend him the gentleness his own weren't willing to. He is even more surprised when Eddie takes out the plug and shoves a tongue directly inside his hole, soothing the sting with his saliva. Eddie laps at it like a starving man, letting his drool coat Buck's balls and the inside of his thighs. Buck eventually hears the familiar clicking of a lube bottle. Slick fingers slide inside him along with the tongue. As much as Buck likes the sting, he doesn't think it would have been possible to take Eddie raw again with how sensitive his hole is. Eddie must have sensed it too for him to bring the lube out. Not that he wouldn't have if Buck actually called yellow and asked him to use it, but it is the fact that Buck didn't even have to tell him. He knows every limit of Buck's body, how much Eddie can push and take from it. He takes care of Buck even when he is supposed to be angry at him for breaking his rules. Adrenaline has been coursing through Buck's body the whole day like a wildfire and now love runs with it. 

Eddie peels off the jockstrap off of him, helping Buck get it off his ankles. He stands up and pushes his cock deep inside Buck, bottomming out immediately. Before Buck can scream out, something is pushed inside his mouth, muffling his cries. By the bitter taste, Buck realises it's his own stained jock. 

Eddie leans down and bites his ear, thrusting deep simultaneously. "How does it taste, baby? How does your desperation taste?" 

Buck is yanked up by his hair. Eddie presses his chest against his back and the new angle gives him leverage to pound him harder. 

"Can't believe you came just from me playing with your fucking tits." Eddie lifts one of Buck's legs, encouraging him to plant his foot on the counter before he starts thrusting in mercilessly. Buck stands there and lets Eddie hold him this way and that, his hands gripping the counter roughly. He tries to angle his hips back so that he can escape the temptation of rutting against it, but Eddie pushes him further against the hard granite. His hand immediately finds Buck's dick and starts jerking it off ruthlessly. "You are gonna give me two more orgasms before I come into that cheap hole of yours."

Buck gives out muffled put protests but Eddie's hand is relentless. It doesn't take much time for Buck to get hard again. "Yes you will. You think you can come without permission and get away with only a spanking? Think I didn't notice your cock twitching pathetically with every hit? We both know you enjoy that shit too much, sweetheart."

Eddie pushes inside once and doesn't pull out. "Go on. Come for me." 

The thought of Eddie looking at Buck's cock trying to get hard with every spank pushes Buck to the edge this time, which should say something concerning about Buck but he is too lost in his pleasure to care. 

Eddie still doesn't start moving. It's only his hand which keeps moving, refusing to bring Buck back down from the precipice of his pleasure. Electricity courses through his body as Eddie grinds against his prostate and keeps jerking off Buck simultaneously. His cock isn't allowed to go soft. Like it can recognise Eddie's touch. Eddie's command. Like it doesn't belong to Buck. Only to Eddie. 

Buck comes again, completely dry except for a few pathetic spurts of come. He is surprised he didn't blackout this time especially after Eddie starts fucking him again. He takes mercy on Buck and angles away from his prostate. 

Buck feels his foot lifted off the counter and back on the ground, before Eddie holds him by the chest and then Buck is being spun around and thrown to the ground unceremoniously. Eddie follows him right behind, without once being disconnected from Buck. They find themselves on their knees on the floor, Eddie jackhammering Buck while holding him up against his chest simultaneously. 

"Fuck. You were made to take my cock, weren't you?"

Buck moans loudly in agreement. His underwear fell out of his mouth some time during Eddie pushing them both on the floor. 

"This is why I make you warm it so much. You look so good just holding it." 

Eddie kisses Buck everywhere- behind his neck, his ears, his throat, his hair- making Buck squirm in his gasp. Buck's body is so sensitive that every touch of Eddie's is like a matchstick, setting fire everywhere it strikes. He thrashes on his dick like a madman. If he were a younger man, he would have come again. He probably can if Eddie asks him to, but mercifully, he doesn't. Despite everything, Buck wants Eddie to keep going. To keep using Buck like he is his to use, because Buck is. Eddie's.

"Eddie." He breathes out. 

Eddie stops. Holds. Grinds. Thrusts slower. 

"Shit I love you, Evan." Eddie's voice is so gentle that buck sees it for what it is. The scene is over. They are Buck and Eddie again. Making love. "Thank you for giving me this."

Eddie tilts Buck's head around and kisses him for the second time that day and lets Buck shove his tongue inside without any fight for dominance. His thrusts slow over time and he comes while kissing Buck just like this: slow and languid. His orgasm is short, just like Buck's last one was. He must have been exhausted too after coming so many times today. 

"That was everything." Buck says after it is over. They are spooned on the floor, Eddie's soft cock still inside him. 

"Did you- Was it overwhelming for you?" Eddie asks.

"Kind of. But in a good way. I wanna do this again sometime if you are up for it."

"I am up for anything you want." Eddie promises in the crook of Buck's shoulder. "Just not anytime soon, okay? Cause that shit was overwhelming for me. In a good way."  

"If you want, we can reverse it sometime." 

Eddie's cock betrays him by twitching feebly. "Yeah?"

"I don't think we would be able to go as long as today with the situation reserved but we can do a practice round for an hour or two or half a day and extend it gradually."

"The next time we are both free and Chris is on a sleepover." 

Buck kisses Eddie's hand. "Promise." 

They lie peacefully even though the floor is hard and they are sticky with come and Buck's ass still feels on fire. Just when Buck is about to ask Eddie to get into the shower together, Eddie starts laughing behind him. 

"What?" Buck asks curiously. 

"Can't believe you actually came from your nipples." 

Buck groans into the floor. Eddie is never gonna let him forget it: inside and outside the bedroom.