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Teddy didn't know why he agreed to this, but it was too late to back out. Just as Steff had finished locking the final pair of shackles around his wrists, he sighed deeply.

“What, don't like it?”

Unable to shake his head, Teddy stayed silent for a few beats before speaking up softly. 

“Just not used to it. Feels…weird.”

Steff shrugged.

“Yeah, it will. I think you'll grow to like them, though.” They emphasized their point with a hand in his hair, petting him almost as if he were a dog. They figured he would probably be thumping his foot against the floor like one too, if he could. The thought was amusing.

His ankles and wrists were bound with two pairs of handcuffs that were intertwined with one another in such a way that was reminiscent of a hog tie. Teddy lay on his side in the bed they now shared, feeling self-conscious. The hand on his head started to melt his fears away, though. Just as he began to lean into it, Steff pulled their hand away. He frowns. 

Noticing, they smile and click their tongue.

“Sorry, baby, you've got to earn it first.”

Teddy hated playing these games. Part of him wondered why he even let Steff put him in this situation, but then he remembered how great the reward would be and tried to quiet his thoughts. It was always worth it in the end.

That didn't keep him from being anxious, however.

The room was silent once again before Steff interjected.

“Cat got your tongue?” 

Teddy huffed as if the phrase bothered him before finally piping up. 

“Steff, will you please touch me?”

Deciding to be a smart ass, Steff reaches out and puts a hand on Teddy's shoulder.

He growls softly in his throat.

“Not what I meant…”

“You'll have to be more specific.”

“Fine. Can you- will you put your fingers back in my hair please?”

“And…?”

“And pet me like a dog.”

“Sure thing, puppy, I can do that.”

This was so degrading, he thought. None of that mattered when Steff began ruffling up his previously-pomaded hair into handfuls of thick curls atop his head, though. It was the kind of physical attention he needed, the kind he never got from his mother…ok, so maybe he had mommy issues, but he would never say it out loud.

“You're so cute, Teddy bear. I don't know why you don't just wear your hair natural. It's so nice like this.”

It shouldn't have, but the compliment made him start to blush. Steff, of course, did not miss this development.

“Aww, you like that, huh? You're adorable.” They had half a mind not to pinch his cheeks but decided against it.

Teddy's blush deepend, not-so-secretly loving the positive attention he was receiving.

“C'mon, admit it. You like this. A lot.”

Teddy opened his mouth to protest but Steff continued.

“You love being praised, and you're such a good boy I'd be cruel to refuse you. I mean honestly,” they drop their voice and lean in so that their lips rest against the shell of his ear. “It's got you hard, hasn't it?”

Fuck. He was so lost in Steff's touch that he hadn't even noticed the sensation had traveled south. It was difficult to suppress the shiver that ran through him.

“I-”

“I bet you wish I'd touch you, huh?”

He wanted that more than anything, suddenly.

Once again he opened his mouth only for Steff to cut him off.

“Hm, well, I think you can wait.”

That was the last thing he wanted to hear, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to protest. Teddy frowns but keeps quiet, eager to see what else Steff would do.

Steff’s light touch quickly turns rough as they grip Teddy's hair tightly at the roots. Teddy groans as his head is yanked back, eyes searching for Steff's face. Their expression is impossible to read.

“Honestly, I think you should beg for it.”

Teddy immediately stiffens at the idea of having to beg. He hated it, always feeling guilty and weak when he had to rely on the mercy of others to get by. He wouldn't be doing it tonight if he could help it.

“No,” he says calmly.

“Sorry?” Steff replies, a hint of confusion in their voice. “What did you say?”

“I said no. I'm not gonna beg like some kinda pathetic asshole.” 

“That’s funny, last time I checked you were a pathetic asshole.”

Teddy purses his lips at the insult, wondering how much of it was true and how much was for show. He glares at Steff.

“Alright, fine,” Steff releases their grip on his hair and starts to rise from their seat on the bed.

“...where are you going?”

“To find someone worth my time,” they answer plainly as they start to slide on their shoes.

Teddy stays quiet, checking to see if they were merely fucking around.

Next they slid their jacket on one arm at a time and headed for the door.

“You can't be serious…and you can't leave me like this-”

“That's where you're wrong, Tedward. I can, and I will.” 

He felt his stomach drop.

“Hey, wait, hold on…” He protests, squirming slightly in his restraints.

“Bye now,” Steff heads for the door, ignoring his pleas.

“Steff, c'mon…”

The door opens and shuts. Steff is gone.

“Hey…HEY! Steff, this isn't funny! You can stop playing with me!”

Silence.

“Steff! Fuck, man, come back…I- fine! Fine, I'll do it! Just don't leave me here…” Something broke in his voice.

After a moment of silence, the door opens.

Steff had merely been testing him, having stood just outside the door to see how long it would take to break him. 

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”

“...yes.”

Steff smiles and locks the door behind them.

“I knew you would.”

Crossing the room, they shrug their jacket back off and kick off their shoes, not caring where they went as they return to their spot on the bed. 

“You want me to play with your hair?”

Teddy felt embarrassed admitting it, but knew he had no choice now.

“Uhm…yeah, please.”

Steff tilts their head at him.

“Doesn’t sound like you’re real sure about that one…”

“Yes! I do. Please, Steff.”

“Okay,” they answer, the smile clear in their voice.

This time he groans when Steff’s fingers push through his curls. “Oh, you sound so pretty…” they compliment him, tilting his head with their hands and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “...and you’re all mine.”

The concept of being owned by someone never really clicked with Teddy until he met Steff. Normally he’d shrug the idea off and cuss out whoever even suggested it. He was the man, he should be the one with millions of women begging to fuck him but Steff had some kind of hold over him that he wouldn’t dare give up. They put him in his place, and he liked it.

Teddy lets his head fall back enough to lock eyes with Steff. They looked hungry, like they could swallow him whole, and it went straight to his cock. “Fuck,” he murmurs.

“Come here,” they order, leaning over him to grab hold of his knees to flip him over onto his back. It was the slightest bit uncomfortable, but he wouldn’t protest. With his feet pressed into the mattress, he flexes his fingers, hips lifted just enough so that his full weight wasn’t resting on his forearms. 

The more time that passed, the harder he got, and it was beginning to ache. “Steff?”

“Yes, dear?” They respond, having resumed petting his hair, his head resting in their lap.

Teddy stares up at them for a moment, then his gaze wanders to the ceiling as he asks a question.

“Can you, like, do something about this? It fuckin’ hurts…”

“About what, honey?” 

The pet name makes his chest heave.

“You know what I mean.” 

Steff shrugs again. “No, I’m afraid I’m only able to help if you use your words.” He frowns slightly, glancing away.

“I need you to…y’know…jerk me off or something, I don’t care.”

“Oh, why didn’t you just say so? I’d love to.”

Something in their voice sounded strange. Almost too giddy, and that scared him a little.

Leaning over him, Steff slides their hands down his clothed torso slowly, noting how many times he held his breath or his pulse seemed to quicken at the simplest of touches. He had started to let his knees part at this point, lazily falling to either side of the bed. Seeing an opportunity, Steff takes it, fingers moving to undo his belt. Teddy, now nearly too horny for proper brain function, doesn’t seem to catch on. Once the belt was woven back through the buckle, they slip it through his belt loops and quickly weave it beneath his knees, tightening and buckling it around his thighs. His eyes widen at the sight of another restraint being placed on him and he groans in frustration.

“Hey,” they scold, slapping at one of his calves, “hush. I can’t have you squirming around.”

“You’re totally crushing my balls, man, fuck-”

Steff laughs harshly. “And? Good boys don’t complain if they want a reward.”

Teddy shuts up. He really wanted that reward…

“Anyway.”

Steff slides their hands up his thighs and around to his hips before rubbing them back down toward his knees. They were doing everything they could just short of actually putting their hands on his dick. It was excruciating, but he reminds himself of their warning and bites the inside of his lip to keep quiet until he can’t any longer.

“H-hey, can you…I really need to feel your hands on my cock, Steff. Please.”

“Do you? Man, that must really suck for you.” Denying his request, they continue to rub the tops of his thighs, eventually letting their fingers slip between them, running them closer towards his cock without touching him before starting over.

“Steff…” His voice sounded pathetic, scratchy and full of want.

“Oooh,” they purr, sliding their hands over his hips again. “Say my name again.”

“Steff. Please.”

“You listen so well, I guess you deserve a little bit of a treat.”

He could feel himself relax further into the mattress at the thought of some kind of relief.

Nearly folding themselves in half, Steff leans even further forward and nuzzles their face against his lower stomach which earns a soft huff from Teddy. He turns his head to breathe, not wanting to be squished by Steff. Tilting their head, they press their nose up against his cock and nuzzle him lightly. 

Teddy moans suddenly and tilts his hips up even further. 

“Ah- fuck…” he sighs, trying to angle his hips back down.

Steff laughs softly through their nose, their hot breath causing him to squirm again. It was clear they were toying with him, but he was powerless to stop them. It felt like some kind of sexed-up hell.

Darting their tongue out, Steff starts licking him through his slacks before fully mouthing at his cock. He could feel the wet hot of their mouth begin to soak through the layer before eventually it hit skin, and this time his hips bucked up against them. A firm hand shoves his hip down to the mattress and holds him there.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Steff, you gotta-”

Sitting up, Steff silences him. “I don’t ‘gotta’ do anything, Teddy.”

Fuck, okay, wrong choice of words.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he whines, and Steff lowers themselves back over top of him. “I want you to- I need you- I need more. Please. This is torture.”

“Fine,” they agree, and start to palm him instead. Teddy makes a strangled noise in his throat and his hips jerk upward.

“Gh- oh, God, fuck.”

“Not quite,” Steff laughs, voice almost a giggle.

Deciding he had probably had enough for now, Steff decides to spare him. Their hands find the button on his slacks and undo it, pulling the zipper down and find themselves surprised that he had nothing on underneath. They hum softly and free him from his slacks, fingers immediately wrapping around him and working up a slow rhythm.

“Ah, fuck, I- uhm, I tried to come, uh, prepared…”

“So smart,” they praise, lazily stroking him. His composure breaks the moment they swipe their thumb over the head.

“Fuck! Oh, my God, Steff, PLEASE don’t stop- I-” he bites his lip hard, trying to bite back a moan and fails miserably. “Mmmm-fuck!”

“You sound so good like this,” Steff comments, their voice low and almost husky. “Hm…fuck it.”

Steff takes their hand off him and he nearly sobs, hips following their retreating touch.

“Steff, please don’t-” 

Steff sits up and shushes him with a quick open mouth kiss that he greedily accepts. Pulling back, they scoot out from under him and start to undress from the waist down. With nothing left on but their loosely buttoned dress shirt, they move to flip him on his side again and grab the key from the nightstand to unlock the cuffs placed around his ankles. They weave them through the chain of the cuffs on his wrists and toss them onto the floor before undoing the belt around his thighs and throwing it aside. With his wrists still bound underneath him, Steff crawls into his lap and positions themselves in line with his cock. Sighing, they lower themselves down and take him fully inside of themselves.

Teddy almost chokes on another moan, this one louder than the last, wishing he had his hands free to grip bruises into Steff’s hips. He bucks his hips up again, drawing a yelp from their throat.

“Slow down,” they hiss, and slowly roll their hips in a circle before attempting to grind against him. “Ah-!” 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Steff-” Teddy growls, rolling his hips up again. “I didn’t think you’d be soaked, and you’re tighter than a drum-” 

Steff slams a hand down on the center of his chest and carefully lifts themselves up and nearly off of him before slamming their hips back down against his with a whine.

“D-do something you’re good at and keep talking, pretty boy,” they order, repeating the motion again with another, louder moan.

“I couldn’t shut up if you put a muzzle on me,” he admits, rocking his hips up into them with a groan.

“That’s-that’s a good idea…” they mention, turning the motions into a consistent rhythm, both hands now on his chest for support.

“Steff, I-I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that…”

“Good.”

Steff eventually pulls a hand back to feverishly work circles around their clit, throwing their head back as Teddy’s stare flickers from their hand to their face and back again. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck-mh!”

Without warning, Teddy hits his climax with a broken moan, body tensing as Steff all but drains him of it. Steff can barely stand it as they feel him fill them up, but they keep their pace for a while longer before coming themselves. Their voice is a sharp yelp as they orgasm, voice breaking as their body stills for a moment before they all but collapse on his chest. They both lay there, chests heaving as they come down from the high together.

“Fuck, fuck you, fuck,” Steff grumbles against him, face buried in his shirt.

“What’d I do?” “What didn’t you do? I feel like I’m gonna die.”

“Oh.” He smiles. “Was it that good?”

“Shut up,” they gently tap his cheek with their fingers, “I did all the work.”

“...do you think you can uncuff me now?”

“Give me 5 minutes, Tedward.”

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The sharpened edge of a small pocket knife slices into the sensitive flesh of Teddy's inner thigh. He's learned how to swallow down the pain, his yelps now replaced with thick, heavy silence. The room feels hot, the steel cold against his skin as warm blood rises to the surface and spills from the new cut. It joins the trail of those behind it, the old blood beginning to dry and crack as it hardens into a dark red line. One day he'll get enough tattoos to cover up the damage Steff has done to his body.

Satisfied with his performance, Steff pulls the blade away and sets it on a small metal tray before peeling black latex gloves off of their hands. They smile widely at him, their sharp fangs on full display as they judge his expression and the outline of his hard on through his briefs. 

"You did such a good job this time, Teddy bear," they coo, resting a now bare hand on his opposite thigh. "I'm feeling generous. Go ahead, tell me what you want." 

Their fingers crawl up the front of his hip and hover just above the waistband on his briefs.

Jumping at the opportunity to talk, Teddy pulls against his restraints at the faintest touch. 

"Oh, fuck me sideways, Steff. Please, just- I need your hands on me. Like, now, fuck, like yesterday-"

His words seem to come out all at once as he scrambles to speak. Steff's hand moves into his hair and scratches at his scalp soothingly. He groans softly at the sensation, their fingers working curls loose from their usually pomaded state as he finally starts to calm down slightly. "You're such a good boy," they praise, fingers sliding over to lightly stroke his length. "I'll do whatever you ask for the next 10 minutes starting..." they glance at their watch briefly, "now."

"Oh, God," he moans, hips rolling up against their hand as he tilts his head back slightly, gaze lifting from Steff's face to the wall behind them. “I, uh,” Teddy swallow thickly, closing his eyes to get his bearings before speaking. “Do that thing with your tongue. Please.”

Steff beams at him, their fingers gently tracing the outline of his cock. “Sure thing, sweetheart...but only because you asked so nicely.” 

Without any warning, Steff drops to their knees in front of him and pulls him free of his briefs, earning a soft gasp from Teddy as the air hits him. Taking him in hand, Steff sits up a little and licks along the length of his cock. Teddy shudders, wishing he had his hands free long enough to grip Steff's hair and-

No, they probably wouldn't like that.

He steels himself, digging his nails into his palms as Steff takes their time.

Steff chuckles to themselves and repeats the motion, once, twice, a third time before unexpectedly taking the head into their mouth. Teddy's stomach flutters and Steff's hand chases up to meet it. As much as they wanted to get themselves off, they knew it would be so much sweeter once they got Teddy untied. Less talking meant he could do much more with his own tongue.

“Oh, oh fuck, Steff, that's-” 

“Good?”

“Fuckin’ phenomenal,” he sighs.

Steff smiles and takes him a little deeper, slowly working themselves up to taking more of him. They start to work up a slow pace before pulling back and swirling their tongue around him. Teddy makes a strangled noise in his throat and it's clear that this is exactly what he meant.

“Baby, if it's too much-”

“Fuck, no. No, keep going…please.”

“So polite. Good boy.”

Teddy swallows hard again, moaning as he screws his eyes shut and struggles against his restraints again. It wouldn't take much more to get him off at this rate. Not wanting to torture him any further, Steff keeps up the pace.

“S-Steff, I-” He manages through a whine, “uh…”

They start to slow down and Teddy's eyes shoot open, looking down at them with slight fear.

“Nononono, don't- please don't stop. Pleasepleaseplease.”

Steff's gaze softens and they oblige, alternating between bobbing their head and swirling their tongue around him until he's right at the precipice, then they switch tactics and trace a thick vein along his cock with their tongue which does him in. He comes with a broken moan, nails splitting the skin of his palms as he wishes his fingers were wrapped up tightly in Steff's hair.

He pants like a dog as he comes down from the high, hips spasming against Steff's lips as they practically drain him. He still has no idea how they manage. 

After a few beats of almost-silence broken by the soft sound of Teddy's breathing, Steff pulls him from their mouth with an audible pop before pulling his briefs back up to cover him. Teddy stares at them lazily, admiring how swollen their lips looked. 

“Is that…is that it? Are we done?”

“Hm?” They ask, wiping their mouth on the back of their hand. “Oh, I'm done. You still have work to do.”

He tilts his head questioningly. “I do?”

“Oh, absolutely. What, you thought I was just gonna excuse myself and jerk one out in the other room? When you have a perfectly good mouth to put to use?” 

He blinks. “Oh.” The lost look on his face is replaced with a knowing smile. “Right. Untie me?”

Steff rolls their eyes and rises to their feet, not wasting any time getting him free of the many straps wrapped around his torso and limbs. “I have half a mind to just ride your face right here but I don't feel like doing a balancing act.”

Teddy huffs softly, amused by the thought. “That's fair.” Once freed, he shakes the light numbness out of his limbs and moves to follow Steff to their bedroom.

Before Steff can open the door, Teddy is pushing them through it and onto the bed. They can barely process what's happening as their back hits the mattress and Teddy's hands find their waist. 

“Oh, I bet you're fucking soaked,” he comments, looking ravenous.

Steff can't fight back the blush in their cheeks, the tables now turning in Teddy's favor for the second time tonight. “Working on you usually does the job, yeah. Why don't you be a good boy and clean up your mess?”

A kiss lands just below their sternum. They hadn't even realized he'd pushed their shirt up at first. “Gladly,” he growls, letting them believe they were still in charge as he trails quick kisses down their stomach, fingers working at their belt and fly. 

Steff watches intently, the pleasure circling their core like a serpent with every inch he moves closer to their cunt. Unable to stand it, they pop a knuckle into their mouth and bite down hard.

Teddy doesn't even bother to yank their underwear down, instead deciding to focus on their opening through the already wet fabric.

“Oh, fuck,” Steff groans, shifting their weight on the mattress.

Teddy shoots them a brief glance and continues lapping at the fabric, tongue pressed flat against them with each pass.

The pressure alone is enough to drive Steff crazy but they knew he still had more in his arsenal.

“T-take them off,” Steff orders, voice shaky.

Teddy stops and looks up at them again. “Why? This is fun.”

“It's not enough…”

“Whatever you say, sugar.” 

He shrugs and pulls their underwear down off their hips before immediately pressing his face into them. Teddy licks at their cunt like a man dying of thirst before sucking hard on their clit. Steff yelps. 

Teddy doesn't let up but Steff swears they felt him laugh. Payback was a bitch.

Their fingers tangle in his half-fluffy, half-slicked back hair as they all but ride his face. He seemed to love it the way he lapped at them, eventually poking his tongue inside of them a few times. Steff could have screamed. 

Finding just the right spot, they all but grind their hips against his mouth as he hits it over and over until they finally hit their breaking point and come with a drawn out whine. 

“Oh, God, oh, fuck, ah-!”

Teddy let's them ride out their orgasm before pulling back, the lower half of his face all but glistening. He licks his lip as he stares at them before wiping his face off with his shirt and crawling up into bed with them.

“So, scale of 1 to 10…”

“10. 11. Fuck. 100.”

Teddy smiles, pleased with himself.

“We should shower?”

“Tomorrow. I'm beat.”

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