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"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?"

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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."

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.

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.

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."

Blake smiles as he sees the choice and looks up at the other.

"Thank you, Daddy," he exhales, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip and he otherwise remains still, holding the rope.

Oh what a good boy, a strong boy. Butch smiles and moves forward, stroking his jaw.

"Open up. I want to make sure you're good and quiet for me."

Blake's eyes close as the other strokes his jaw, relishing that attention but hearing his voice he opens his eyes again lips parting for Butch.

So good. So obedient. Butch feeds the silk in, enough to quiet, not so much as to cause pain. He ties a careful bow behind the man's head and then strokes his hair.

"You look like a present dear. But an underwrapped one."

Blake accepts the silk, looking up at him and leaning into the other's hand. His body is alive with sensation, anticipation and desire. Butch knew just how to play him and he always did it so expertly and Blake loves to submit to him completely. It's a release all on it's own to had it over to his Daddy and to just be his boy.

"Mm," He mewls, not trying to actually form words with the silk now.

Good, and god he's beautiful. Florida reaches out to stroke his jaw before sighing and taking up the ropes again. Time to start with all the knots.

"When I'm done tying you up, I'm going to make you come, my sweet boy. Is that what you want?"

Blake moans around the silk feeling it already wet with his saliva as he enjoys the process of the other starting with the knots. His eyes are on the other as he listens carefully to every word.

His answer is a moan and a nod, unable to speak clearly with the gag. It would be amazing to be able to come.

"Well, we'll see if you can earn it, my sweet boy," Butch muses as he finishes a knot at the back of the man's wrists and then raises the rope to curl around Blake's chest in just the right way for the rope to move over nipples.

Blake makes a quiet sound of affirmation. He will do his best to earn it. Even better than an orgasm is pleasing the other man in many ways. A soft whimper comes around the silk as the rope is adjusted and now is right there to stimulate sensitive nipples. He takes in a deeper breath through his nose as his eyes follow Butch still.

Oh so lovely. So attentive. Butch LOVES it. A lot. Licks his lips as he ties the rope off behind Blake. It's not over yet. He's got to deal with his legs. But right now the man needs some praise.

"You're so beautiful like this, my dear."

Blake soaks up the praise, keeping his breathing steady as he focuses on Butch's voice, his words. He knows there is more to do and the pause for this helps him focus, to get ready for more. The process is always slow but steady and required patience from the both of them. But the way the bonds pressed into his skin, rubbing against sensitive areas at the barest movement is tantalizing. He hums softly in acknowledgement, his eyes showing that he's proud at that the other's words.

Proud of him? Oh, how sweet. Butch grins at his lover and leans forward to kiss his hair. So precious, so lovely.

"You are a piece of art," he let the other know before he moved to start back with the ropes, this time down to start wrapping his legs.

Blake hums softly, pleased. He vaguely recalls this is supposed to be a punishment but it feels so good. Butch knows just how to do it. He savors each part of the other working with the ropes, feeling the friction of it on his skin and he's compliant to any thing that the other needs him to do to get the right design.

Was it punishment? Or just pleasure for them both? Both. Absolutely both.

Butch makes sure that his hands drag over Blake's thighs each time he passes the ropes around, and it's fun. So lovely to feel him. So lovely to feel it all, and he is happy to feel the softness of his skin.

Blake does his best not to move at all, to keep his muscles steady, to not shiver or tremble as the other works— as he touches him and his hands, the ropes all a myriad of erotic sensation. But he does allow the soft sounds of pleasure of need.

Most of all he focuses on being good for him.

"Do you love this, my good boy? Nod if you do," Butch instructs as he kisses the other man's thigh briefly.

The rope keeps going, creating knots between the man's ankles.

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