The relationship in this piece is trans guy/trans guy—one has not had bottom surgery and the other is left ambiguous. There’s also a Boy Top/daddy bottom dynamic (although there is definitely push-and-pull power wise, and I’d honestly say the Daddy is a bratty dom). Other content notes include an implied age gap, impact play, and bondage. Also they insult each other a lot, although it’s playful banter rather than humiliation/adjacent.
“Is that all you’ve got for me, boy?” Duncan asks, between gritted teeth.
He sounds authoritative—his voice low and rumbly and steady—but he doesn’t look it, not with his wrists suspended from a bar above his head, skin turning pink where Lewis just hit him, his body bare and naked and exposed except for the leather jockstrap. The jock doesn’t reach quite far back enough between his legs to completely cover his cunt, and when he leans forward to take some of the strain off his knees and onto his calves, Lewis catches little glimpses of it, thinks about how easy it would be to push his fingers inside if Duncan hadn’t already said he just wanted a beating.
“Fuck off,” comes the reply, because Lewis is absolutely not the smooth, cruel, perfectly sadistic dom he likes to pretend he is in his head. “You’re such a prick.”
Duncan chuckles, the kind of well-worn, knowing chuckle that makes Lewis absolutely melt in his arms when their roles are reversed, and it’s honestly a bit of a shame that it gets cut off as Lewis brings the heavy leather tawse down against Duncan’s ass again, harder this time. He doesn’t welp or whimper in the way that Lewis was hoping, but there’s still a choking sound—as if the laugh is suddenly being cut off in his throat—followed by a low, slow, slightly shaken exhale.
Before Duncan has the chance to replace the air in his lungs with a new breath, Lewis leans forward a little, runs a hand through Duncan’s short greying hair, and presses his lips to the older man’s cheek. It’s soft and chaste—even if Duncan’s beard is rough to the touch—but he still squirms a little. It’s just for a moment, still deniable, but Lewis can still feel a little pride growing in his chest. When he pulls away, he makes sure his mouth is still close enough to Duncan’s face that he’ll be able to feel Lewis’ warm breath on his skin.
Before Duncan has the chance to replace the air in his lungs with a new breath, Lewis leans forward a little, runs a hand through Duncan’s short greying hair, and presses his lips to the older man’s cheek. It’s soft and chaste—even if Duncan’s beard is rough to the touch—but he still squirms a little. It’s just for a moment, still deniable, but Lewis can still feel a little pride growing in his chest. When he pulls away, he makes sure his mouth is still close enough to Duncan’s face that he’ll be able to feel Lewis’ warm breath on his skin.
“Is that better, Daddy?” he asks, voice the most innocent he can make it.
There’s silence, and Lewis watches Duncan blink, slowly, and then swallow. For a moment, it seems like the fight has been taken out of him. And that’s… disappointing. Or at least Lewis is pretty sure that it’s disappointment he can feel in the pit of his stomach and in his lips pressing tightly together.
But Duncan—Daddy—has never disappointed him before, and he doesn’t disappoint now. He lifts his head, turns to make eye contact with Lewis, and smiles.
“Better, boy. Now do it again and harder.”
Duncan always pushes Lewis, and it’s one of the most wonderful and frustrating things about the dynamic between the two of them.
Wonderful because it makes Lewis feel like Duncan sees the potential in him under the surface, wants to shape him into something and someone better, like Michelangelo setting an angel free from marble. And Lewis is something and someone better now, both practically and holistically, and he knows it. He can tie rope in a way he would never have been able to without Duncan’s guiding hand, can handle a single tail whip steady and controlled, can be measured and mean in equal measure.
And frustrating because Duncan knows exactly how to push his buttons and toy with him, in a way that makes Lewis wonder if—in a past life—Duncan had been a bratty boy for his own Daddy.
“Hate you,” Lewis mutters under his breath, even though they both know he doesn’t. “You’re insufferable.”
He takes his time choosing the next implement to use. Partly because—deep down—he wants to get this right. He loves it when he gets things right, and yes, sometimes that makes him feel like a well trained puppy, but he still likes it. The other part is he wants to pretend to be exactly as cruel as Duncan deserves, wants the satisfaction of leaving him a moaning, beaten mess.
After deliberating, he chooses a black and blue flogger off the toy rack and as he walks back to Duncan—his footsteps echoing a little in the large playroom—he tells himself it’s because he wants to try a new kind of pain, thuddier than before. If pushed—and perhaps not even then—he might admit there’s a part of him that wants to show off that he knows how to use it to his Daddy, to prove that he has been listening and practicing while Duncan teaches him.
“I should gag you next time, old man. Stop you from answering back so much.”
“You should. But you won’t.”
And it’s true, no matter how much Lewis doesn’t want it to be. He likes this, the barbed back-and-forth between them. It’d be a pretty picture, Duncan all tied up, legs spread apart with a bar, harness over his head and a gag in his mouth, but he’d miss it.
He’s absolutely not going to admit it’s true though. So he swings the flogger at the left side of Duncan’s upper back. It’s a controlled movement, just like Lewis was taught, pulling back right before the falls make contact with bare skin. He knows it’ll sting even before he starts moving the flogger, and the hiss that Duncan lets out lets him know he’s done it perfectly.
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I absolutely love this! Playing with dynamics in fiction is so much fun to read, and your characters are really full of personality. (also t4t spanking smut always please)