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[the_informant]

Nothing like submission. Butch circles around Blake, trailing the rope up and over his shoulder and then up his neck as Butch came to stand in front of him. The bundle moved under Blake's chin and tipped it up as the shorter man considered him from one angle and then the other. Considered what he deserved.

"Daddy wants you on your knees, pet. Can you do that for him like a good boy?"

[efficaciousness]

Blake's skin seemed to light up with sensations as the other trailed the rope over it, his head tilting as the other pressed against his chin with it. He closes his eyes for a moment, a few deep breaths to settle the curl of anxiety that had started to creep up his spine. It did that so often when they were on the cusp, in the moments of anticipation.

Wordlessly, he obeys. His eyes open as he drops to his knees, looking up at the other's face. Yes, he can be a good boy.

[the_informant]

Beautiful. Obedient. His.

"What a good boy. Daddy promises he's going to tie you up all pretty, just the way you like. Going to take a picture to put in our family album too. But first, my good boy has to do something for Daddy first."

He drags the rope across Blake's lips.

"I need you to undo my pants. With only that pretty little mouth of yours. Here, I'll even help you."

Butch puts a hand to the middle of his own chest, trailing over the tight shirt he'd worn just for this evening. Sharp eyes would no doubt kick out the way the shirt accented his hard nipples. Those eyes better be watching too as fingers trailed down, down, down Butch's chest and stomach until his fingers quickly flicked the button of his fly open.

The fly on jeans so tight that there was no missing the bulge in them, or heading down one leg. Butch had always been more of a shower than a grower, and he had every intention of making use of every last inch today. After the main course, of course. This? This was only an appetizer for himself.

[efficaciousness]

There's certainly no need to have to encourage Blake to watch. His breathing had hitched at the moment the other mentioned a picture. He's let him before but it always feels dangerous. If anyone ever got ahold of those pictures, leaked them to the press his career would be over and there's no telling what political fall out there could be for those around him. His lips part as the rope drags over his lips. His eyes fall to the other's pants for a moment but then they're back on Butch.

Blake's eyes move to the trail of the other's hand, the way his shirt pulls taunt for a moment over the other's nipples and if he wasn't completely hard before he is by the time theo ther's hand was flicking the button open for Blake.

"Thank you, Daddy," he murmurs and leans forward, nosing at him first, inhaling the scent before shifts to find the zipper to grasp his teeth on. It's not all that easy to tug it downward with as tight as the pants were but Blake's eager and works hard at it, wanting to free the other's cock. When he'd finally gotten the zipper all the way down he noses at him again, lips parted before he pulls back and looks up at him.

[the_informant]

Some things even a spine of steel can't keep one from doing. Included in that list? Gasping as another man nuzzles against your cock. Even through clothing the friction is something, and that something is beautiful. Nearly as beautiful as watching Blake work. Nearly as beautiful as the way his lover looks up at him, eager for the next order.

It makes Butch's cock twitch and ache all at once, and he wants the damn pants off, to be free and to have that beautiful mouth occupied with pleasing him.

"Good. Boy," he says, punctuating the words with a light slap of the rope bundle over Blake's back. "You may use your hands to work my pants down. But only my pants. After that, I want you mouthing me through my briefs. Do well and you'll be rewarded. When I feel like it."

[efficaciousness]

And Blake likes to earn those sounds, the sounds that aren't totally expected but when he catches them it feels like a victory. He shudders just slightly as the bundle slaps at his back and listens to his instructions carefully.

They're difficult ones to follow because he wants to touch. He wants to feel his skin beneath his fingertips but he carefully tugs down the other's pants, making sure not to touch him direction. Before he's got the pants all the way down he's already leaning forward to brush his nose along the other and starting to mouth at the line of his cock, sucking at the tip briefly when he gets the pants all the way down and mouthing back down to his balls.

Blake lets out a quite moan, more of a whine really, wanting more than this but trying to be good and just follow instructions.

[the_informant]

Blake's such a good boy he even earns Butch rocking his hips forward, just a touch, against the attention offered him. And oh what attention it is, heady and sweet and keeping Butch throbbing with need. Not that he intends to take all of his pleasure yet. Not by half.

The game is, after all, control and denial. For both of them.

"Pull my briefs down, and if you manage it without touching skin, you get to suck my cock. Wouldn't you like that? Making Daddy moan for you? Pleasing him in this best way? Do you want to taste Daddy, feel him in your mouth? Say it. Say you want to please your Daddy.

[efficaciousness]

Blake makes a low sound at the next task. He looks up at Butch again and getting underwear off without touching skin is harder than it is with pants. But he's up for the challenge. He sucks a little more through them before leaning back again. His fingers go to the sides of the underwear and he starts pulling down carefully having to shift where he's pulling to get them to come further down.

"Please Daddy," he nearly moans and there might be a slip of his palm against the other's knee but he tries not to notice, hopes Butch won't notice either and works them further down until they could easily be kicked out.

[the_informant]

Oh, Butch notices, and Blake immediately earns a slightly firmer whack across the shoulders for the failure.

"That's one strike," he warns, watching with a very pleased smile on his lips. "All the way down to my ankles, baby. And if there are no more strikes, you get to please me."

[efficaciousness]

Blake's shoulders hunch up briefly and a brief feeling of shame at the failure. He murmurs sorry and carefully keeps dragging them down, his heart racing and he feels anxious every moment of this. And he does get them all the way down to his ankles.

[the_informant]

Perfect. Lovely. Praise and reward is most definitely needed now. So Butch smiles, reaching his empty out to stroke the other man's hair.

"Good boy. Very good. You can have your reward."

[efficaciousness]

Blake's eyes flutter close for a moment enjoying the touch to his hair, despite styling still soft to the touch.

"Thank you, Daddy," Blake says and he hadn't been given permission to touch with his hands so he tilts his head so he can draw a line along the other's length with his tongue and back up to pull the tip in and start taking him into his mouth as deep as he can without gagging. He never takes the other's cock deeper on his own but sometimes Butch has made the choice for him.

[the_informant]

Some days he'd be more than willing to abuse the skills of that mouth, to force the man to take more than he can handle. But today? Oh today he feels benevolent. Or at least he does at this moment. So Butch even rewards Blake with a pleased groan over how that mouth works at him.

"Fuck it, baby. You know you want Daddy to love you for sucking it."

[efficaciousness]

Blake moans around Butch's cock, reveling in the sound of appreciation from him. He continues to bob his head, pressing the cock deep into his mouth and then back up to only the tip, letting his tongue tease at it and taking him down again, swallowing around him sometimes but not every time. He's eager to please the other more, to draw more sounds to make him love him for it just like he says. Daddy's always right about him in this room.

[the_informant]

Good. Good boy. Butch reaches out to let his actual hand stroke over the man's hair before pulling back from his mouth. Clearly he hates to do it, but there is more to happen.

"Oh my dear, you're so good to me. There will be a reward. But for now... hands behind your back. It's time we truly start."

[efficaciousness]

There's a brief flicker of being pleased across Blake's face before it's schooled more neutral as he straightens his back and his hands slid behind his back, each resting against his lower spine as he waits for further instructions.

"Thank you, Daddy."

[the_informant]

"Oh my beautiful boy," Butch smiles as he moves behind the other and goes down on one knee. He starts to unspool the rope. "Yes, you're going to look good with this color."

He takes the rope and starts with a simple coiled loop around one wrist.

"Should I leave you able to talk?"

[efficaciousness]

Blake shivers at the compliment, always so effected by them when they're in this space, when he's he's letting go of obvious control, the everyday sort for a different kind, the kind that lets a person let go. Blake trusts Butch and that takes a lot of doing. He stays quiet for a moment, focusing on the slide of the rope around his wrist, heartbeat picking up slightly.

"Whatever you want, Daddy," Blake says, exhaling and fighting the urge to look back to see the other's face. There were some days that he might have stated a preference to either option but today he could go for either and it be satisfying. Sometimes what he chose isn't what he got anyway.

[the_informant]

Butch smiles and takes the other thing he had palmed earlier and slips it into Blake's hand. A large metal ring. One that, when it falls to the floor, would make a loud, ringing noise. He wasn't certain if he wanted to prevent the man from speaking yet. But sometimes just being together, just dominating, could render someone speechless. Dropping the ring would make a loud noise and signal Blake's desire for things to let up.

It was safety.

Once that's done, tucked safely in Blake's hands, he starts to wrap rope around his wrists.

[efficaciousness]

Blake’s hand curled his fingers around the metal ring. He likes the safety of it in his hand even though he knows he won’t likely need to use it. He could trust that if he did, Butch would stop and make sure he didn’t go too far.

Blake remains quiet as the other begins to tie him up, the metal warming in his hand, feeling heat at the texture of the rope against his skin.

[the_informant]

He continues with the rope, soon passing it around Blake's chest, carefully made knots placed just right to tease over his nipples. He's a good man like that, caring for stimulating his sweet baby.

"I still haven't decided if I should gag you or not. Have you thoughts, my good sweet boy?"

[efficaciousness]

Blake keeps his breathing even, though there's a small hiss as the knots are made, placed just right and yet he stays perfectly still and quiet, wanting to be good for Butch. His eyes go to the other at the question and there's the slightly squirm as he weighs his options quickly.

"Gag me please, Daddy."

[the_informant]

Oh how sweet. Butch chuckles and moves to lay the rope in Blake's fingers.

"Hold this, beloved," he assures the other, leaning in to kiss his neck. Once that is done he turns and walks away to go select a possible gag.

[efficaciousness]

Blake's fingers curl around the rope some, feeling the weight and texture of it in his hand and murmuring "Yes daddy," as the walked away. His gaze followed him, curious as to what he might pick this time.

[the_informant]

Silk. FLorida chooses a band of silk before returning to Blake and smiling.

"This will look good on you. A nice little bow on the back of your heads, my sweet little one."