#im torn because on the one hand loser behavior

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Richie! Richie! Richieeee!" Eddie was sat in the living room very impatiently. Bouncing up and down on the sofa and waiting for his sloth like boyfriend to return back to him. Richie had made Eddie pause their game before walking to the kitchen to get a drink. "Richie!" Eddie shouted and a small whine was seeping into his voice. "Richieee!"

Richie slammed his water down on the counter and hollered out to Eddie, "Hush up! I'll be right there!" Eddie silenced and Richie took a deep breathe, trying to rain his usual patience and composure. He opened their cupboard and grabbed some rope, butt plug and lube that he kept in there for times like these. He stuffed them in his back pocket. He needed to calm Eddie down and maybe punish the boy a bit. He started thinking of a plan.

Where Richie was cool and collected and put thought and planning into most things he did Eddie was not.  Eddie was impatient and impulsive and spontaneous.... and bratty at times. Luckily these were some of the things they loved most about each other.

Richie picked back up his water, finishing it off and headed back into the living room.

"Jesus Christ." Eddie sighed dramatically with a big roll of his eyes when he was Richie. "Did you have to dig a well to get a drink?"

Richie's eye brow shot up and he stepped close enough that he looming over the younger boy threateningly. The smirk on Eddies face slipped off quickly.

"What did you just say to me?" Richie asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Eddie swallowed the big knot in his throat and shook his head. The words dried up on his tongue.

"No" Richie said, grabbing a handful of Eddies brown locks and forcing the boy to look up at him. "Say it again"

Eddie hesitated and Richie pulled his hair harsher to push him along.

"I-I said, 'did you have to dig a well.'"

Richie nodded, releasing his hair and taking a seat next to him on the sofa. Eddies hand reached back to rub at the spot of abused scalp.

"Lets play a game" Richie said suddenly and Eddie looked at him skeptically. Realizing that he would be playing no matter if he wanted to or not. "If you win we will fuck. If I win I will fuck you." His hand slid up eddies thigh, palming his dick roughly. Eddie groaned and nodded his head in agreement. "good boy." Richie said pecking Eddie on the lips. He slipped his tongue in and Eddie let him have his way, let him take control of his mouth. Richies hand rubbed against the crotch of Eddies shorts. The brunette boy moans falling into the kiss.

Richie pulled back, watching as Eddies eyelids fluttered heavily. Eddie regained his composure, a bit flushed and pliable enough that Richie was able to move him about as he wished. He sat him at the end of the sofa, so his stomach was faced towards towards Richie, one leg hanging off towards the floor. Richie smiled at his unassuming boyfriend and placed himself in a similar arrangement.

"Ready?" Richie asked holding up a controller and Eddie nodded before pressing play and focusing his attention to the telly.

However his attentions only lasted for a second before he could feel a weight snaking up his leg. Richies foot travelled until it was resting heavily on his semi. Eddie groaned quietly, realizing his fate and tried to maneuver himself away from the assault. It didn't work.

His foot was pressing just enough pressure into his hardening cock and Eddie was torn between backing up and humping forwards. The heel of Richies foot rubbing at his balls and he curved his foot so his tiptoes rubbed along the tip of Eddies cock.

Richie scored.

"Dont make it so easy babe" Richie cooed, rubbing his foot in circles against Eddies growing bulge.

"Its not... fair" Eddie gasped, his arousal beginning to steal his breath away.

Richie smirked, "You can always forfeit. If you cant take it.. of course id have to punish you then because quitter's never win. Do they baby?"

"No." Eddie chocked out trying to build some resolve. "Not going to quit"

Richie smiled, admiring Eddies determination and applied more pressure.

They both tried to focus back on the game but Eddie was starting to stumble over buttons and loose track of where he was in the pitch.

"Richie!" He whined. "Please plea-"

"Quiet." Richie cut him off, "Ive heard enough of your whining today, next time you open your mouth it better be to forfeit or I will find something better to fill it with."

Eddie whined but shut his mouth. Suddenly piecing together that this 'game' was just a thinly veiled form of punishment. He knew his behavior hadn't been prefect today but some days it was hard to be good.

"My foots tired" Richie said suddenly, dropping his leg down and Eddie let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want to have to forfeit because his boner was becoming painfully distracting. "Get yourself off against me" Richie ordered, not breaking his eyes from the telly. "Go on then." He wiggled his foot at Eddie. "Be a good boy"

Eddie whimpered and then began the difficult task of rubbing himself off while sitting. His face was burning red with embarrassment and shame. Richie wasn't even paying attentions to him and Eddie was humping himself like a horny animal against his foot.

He began bouncing, using the little spring the sofa offered to keep him grinding up and down Richies heel. His controller was becoming less important as he groaned in pleasure. His dick was hard up against his stomach, still trapped underneath his shorts. He could feel a familiar heat bubbling in his toes.

Richie scored.

Eddie threw his head back, throwing the game controller to the ground and folding his legs up to his chest. "Fine!" He pouted, "I quit! I quit! I quit! Not fair anyway!"

"Was hoping you would use that bitchy little mouth again." Richie said, standing up. "Now be a good boy and take off your kit" Eddie looked up at him, not wanting to have to strip down and not feeling like being told what to do, "Don't want your punishment to be any worse, do you babe?"

"But-"

"Now. Eddie." Richie ordered and Eddie pouted and stomped his feet but stood up and stripped himself starkers. He just let his clothes all fall to the floor until Richie held out his hand. So Eddie reached down and bundled them all up until Richie told him to fold them. So Eddie huffed and folded them and put them in Richies waiting arms.

He placed the near pile down on the sofa.

"Show me your hole." Richie ordered and Eddie waited a defiant ten seconds before Richie slapped his leg and Eddie decided to obey. He turned his back towards Richie, left forward and reached his hand behind him to hold his are open. He could feel his face flush in shame but his cock rose in arousal.

"Good boy." Richie grabbed the butt plug from his pocket, squirting lube all over it and wiggled in to Eddies clenching hole. "You want it so fucking bad, your hole is begging for it" Eddie moaned as Richie pushed it all the way. "Such a slut for it, aren't you baby?" He slapped Eddies thigh to signal him to stand up.

"I think Ill have you on the coffee table. Yes that will do." Eddie slowly plopped himself belly down on the hard mahogany. Placing his arms in the position he knew Richie would want, this wasn't the first time he had been fucked on this table.

"Good boy" Richie retrieved the ties from his pocket and quickly fastened Eddie to the wooden surface. Binding his legs and arms so Eddies body moulded to the four legged structure. His swollen length trapped painful between his belly and the unforgiving boards.

"First thing." Richie began, he always like to let Eddie know what he was being punished for and how he was to e punished. He thought it tilt the anticipation in Eddie. He grabbed Eddies shirt from the sofa. "You are going to keep this in your mouth because you know better than to talk to me like that and maybe these will help clean your filthy mouth out." He pushed the shirt past Eddies teeth, delighted as the boys face turned a bright red.

"Next." He grabbed the controller that Eddie has earlier thrown to the floor. "Im going to whip you with this so maybe you will aim some appreciation for treating thins with respect." He whipped and cord down, satisfied with its whistle as it sliced through the air and snapped at Eddies tense bum. "20 of them, count them all or I will start again." Richie demanded even though none of Eddie's words would be understandable.Eddies's muffled garbles could be heard with every slap of the cable against his arse. Every once in a while Richie would aim at the butt plug, forcing it against Eddie's prostate. Making the lad scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

By the time Richie reached twenty Eddie was a shaking, sobbing mess against the table. His bum was a bright red, as was his swollen cock trapped underneath him. His body was trying to hump against the table, get a little bit of friction but it was no use.

Richies hand came down hard on his lower thigh, "Still." He had snuck behind the incoherent boy, pulling out his hard dick and quickly lubing himself up. He pushed the butt plug hard into Eddies prostate once before he snatched it out quickly filling the lad up with himself. His hips snapped forcefully against Eddies, his thrust were quick and deep. He knew he wouldn't last long, he was to turned on from punishing his boyfriend.

"You can come baby, don't even have to touch you right? Just from your arse that's all you need." Eddie cried out as Richie repeatedly assaulted his prostate. "Be my whore baby, come just from my dick shoved up your tight arse. Good little slut."

Eddie felt like Richie was going to tear him in half, his quick pace hitting his prostate continuously. Richies fingers were probably leaving bruises in his hips and there was absolutely nothing Eddie could do about it. Useless as a piece of furniture, unable to speak or even get himself off. He moaned shamelessly and Richie exploded. Eddie could feel Richie filling him up and his own orgasm ripped through him. Streams of white pooling underneath him, coating the table in his seed.

Richie leant against Eddie, his teeth sinking into his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around and pulled out the shirt from Eddies mouth. "Such a good boy for me." Richie praised.

"M'sorry, m'sorrry, m'sorry." Eddie  garbled out, his cheek flat against the table in exhaustion. His face was blotchy from crying but no new tears were streaming from his eyes.

"Baby, it's all forgotten." He cooed. "I'm not mad, it's all better now." He slowly removed himself from Eddie. Feeling a pang of arousal as his come slicked down Eddies thighs. He made quick work of removing Eddies binds and helping the trembling lad up

"Did so good for me babe." Richie sat on the couch pulling Eddie onto his lap and wrapping himself protectively around him. "So good for me baby."