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Ed was, usually, a prime example of the perfect obedient sub.

Usually.

He loved being Stede’s good boy. He loved doing whatever would get him praise, and he loved showing off how sweet and submissive and obedient he could be for his dom. He loved making Stede proud of him.

But Stede had been really mean to him lately! True, Ed had been the one who asked to experiment with a bit of denial play, and fair enough Stede was only giving him what he’d asked for. 

Look, Ed was usually such a good boy, he deserved to be a bit of a brat every now and again. So after a whole day with no orgasms at all, with Stede teasing him and fucking him and making him go to sleep still desperately hard and squirming and whining pitifully for relief, and they’d woken up on a lazy perfect Sunday morning with Ed already desperate for it…

Well. Stede kept being mean to him. What was Ed supposed to do but act out just a little?

Stede laughed at him softly through their good-morning kisses, reaching between them to feel between Ed’s legs. Ed hardened quickly under his attention, filling out in his hand, and he whimpered softly, trying to press himself into Stede’s fingers.

“Oh, poor Ed,” Stede cooed, immediately taking his hand away and leaving Ed rocking into nothing but empty air. “Aren’t you cute? Already need to come so badly? Just so desperate for it, aren’t you?”

Ed pouted, his cheeks burning with pleasurable shame. “Please?”

Stede was never one to deny Ed anything he wanted.

Usually.

They were playing with denial, after all.

Ed whined loudly when Stede pushed back the covers, grabbing at his arm to keep him in bed. “Stede! Don’t leave me, please, I’ve been so good -”

“You have been,” Stede laughed softly, kissing Ed’s forehead. “I’ve just got a little surprise for you downstairs, okay? Can you be a good boy while I go get your present?”

Ed pouted harder.

“Oh, poor thing,” Stede sighed obligingly, reaching between Ed’s legs again. Ed’s poor cock, after a whole day of being cruelly neglected, was already hard as a rock, a bead of precome gathering at his slit. Stede groped him roughly, giving his cock a hard, quick stroke to make Ed gasp and whimper softly when he just as quickly pulled away. “Can you be good for me up here while I step out for two seconds, treasure? Or do you want to be restrained, so you’re not tempted to rub on your poor little cock?”

Ed pointedly bucked his hips into the air, his face burning as his hard cock bobbed uselessly.

“Okay, point taken,” Stede said, giving Ed a little pat on his cheek.

Unceremoniously, Stede reached into their bedside drawer for Ed’s special handcuffs, pretty soft leather lined with super-soft cushy padding, and he pushed Ed over onto his tummy to secure his hands behind his back.

Being restrained like this always made Ed dip so smoothly and easily into sub space, and he hummed happily at the feeling. It made him feel so exposed, unable to cover himself, and he knew he was perfectly safe with Stede. He could forget about everything other than feeling good and being Stede’s good boy right now.

He let Stede position him like a pretty little doll, and he set him up like a pretty little toy, ready to be used. Stede arranged him on his knees, ass in the air and hips supported with a pillow. With his hands behind his back, Ed had no choice but to let his face be pressed into the blankets, and he whined softly.

“There. All ready for me.” Stede proudly patted Ed’s ass, chuckling when Ed pressed his feet into the bed to try and arch up into the contact. “Patience, love, I’ll be right back. Call if you need me, okay?”

Ed huffed impatiently.

“I know, I’m so mean,” Stede laughed, pressing a kiss to Ed’s hip before he got up to run out the door, his own erection obviously tenting the front of his pajamas. “Be right back, love!”

Ed huffed louder to make his displeasure very clear.

Was this what he got for being good? He was being neglected! Stede was neglecting him! He was making Ed wait so long for him to get back - what if Ed simply passed away from neglect? He wished he could make himself cry on command, so Stede would come back to see Ed inconsolable and feel guilty for neglecting him.

Ed squirmed, and he gasped when his rock-hard cock brushed against the pillow under his hips.

Ed was a very good boy, so he immediately raised his hips, cutting off any pleasure that Stede hadn’t given him permission to take. Good boys did not touch themselves without permission, and they certainly didn’t hump pillows like desperate little sluts.

He whined softly. He was so hard. When he lifted his hips to stop touching the pillow, he’d felt his cock slap wetly against his belly.

Ed was a good boy.

But Stede was being really mean to him…and it wasn’t like it would be actually touching himself, right? If Stede hadn’t wanted him to hump the pillow, then he wouldn’t have put it right against his poor neglected cock!

It was so unfair, too. Stede had gotten to come last night. He’d pounded into Ed until he came deep inside him, telling him what a good boy he was, all while Ed lay there watching his poor hard cock leak precome onto his belly. Ed had been through so much. He deserved this. And maybe it would teach Stede his lesson about what would happen if he left his poor, perfect boy alone for too long!

Slowly, his face burning with the shame of disobeying, Ed lowered his hips.

He whined softly at the feeling of his cock brushing against the pillow, and it made him double down, fucking against it more intentionally than his first tentative thrust. Ed gasped into the sheets, shakily rolling his hips against the pillow.

Ed whimpered. He wasn’t used to being disobedient, and it was a shaky, exhilarating rush of pleasurable shame, knowing that Stede had forbidden him from chasing his own pleasure and doing it anyway.

The sheets rustled softly as Ed settled into a rhythm, humping and grinding himself against the pillow. He gasped open-mouthed, the sheets under his mouth growing a bit wet with it, and he clenched his eyes shut and pressed his cheek down into the sheets as he tried to get leverage to rut against the pillow properly.

It was actually very hard to come from humping things, Ed was discovering, and it was one of his own pillows that Stede had positioned him over, so it was very soft. It was hard to get anything more than the tantalizing tease of stimulation, and the glide grew slick and wet with Ed’s precome on the silk pillowcase very quickly, so it wasn’t long until he was grunting softly in frustration.

It wasn’t really working for him, but the fact that it wasn’t working for him was only driving up his arousal. The pleasurable shame of rubbing himself against the pillows was just so delicious, he couldn’t help it, and the knowledge he was being such a bad boy only sent it ratcheting higher. When Stede came back, he’d find Ed frustrated and desperate, humping the pillow like a desperate whore, already shaking and feeling completely unable to really control himself.

“Uh,” Ed grunted, biting at the sheets for how empty he felt, trying to roll his legs under him so he could at least angle his thrusts a bit better - 

Stede's voice in the doorway was decidedly amused. “Are good boys supposed to do that?”

Caught in the act, Ed froze, and he decided that the best course of action was probably to remove himself from the naughty situation immediately, so he pushed himself over onto his back, looking up innocently. Stede was looking at him with that delicious mix of condescension and authority that he so often got when Ed was being his submissive good boy, and Ed bit his lip, already feeling ashamed to have broken the rules.

His traitorous cock twitched pathetically where it lay in a desperate curve over his belly, and Ed whimpered.

“Asked you a question, precious,” Stede said gently, walking up to him and stroking a hand through his hair.

“No,” Ed whispered, his lips barely moving around the word. His face was burning with shame. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to see what I brought you, Ed?” Stede asked, still in the same gentle tone, and Ed shivered.

Ed was rarely naughty. But on all the occasions when he’d broken the rules before, Stede had punished him immediately, spanking him or making him cockwarm him for a while. Did Stede not think that Ed had earned a punishment? Or was his present going to play into his punishment somehow?

“Yes, please,” Ed said politely, deciding that was probably the best course of action.

“Look what I got for you, kitten,” Stede said softly, and he held out a new collar for Ed.

Ed gasped. The collar was lovely, a soft purple velvet with a cute bow on the side, and it was one that had a label on the buckle.

The collar read Stede’s good boy.

Ed whimpered. The one time he decided to be a bit of a brat, and it was immediately before Stede gave him a cute gift to praise him for being such a good boy? The universe was cruel. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

“Shh, kitten, you’re alright,” Stede soothed him. “Do you want your new collar?”

Ed nodded quickly, raising his chin obediently, and he sighed in relief when Stede carefully put it on him. He slipped his fingers between the collar and Ed’s skin, making sure it wasn’t too tight, the same way you’d do for a pet.

Ed loved feeling owned.

“Alright, then,” Stede said gently, rewarding Ed for his submission with a kiss on the cheek. “Roll over, precious.”

Ed obeyed the best he could without his hands, and he let Stede position him on top of the pillow again. Maybe Stede was going to let him off with a warning? He was usually such a good boy, after all, and it wasn’t like he’d actually been touching himself…

He shivered when he felt Stede spread his cheeks apart and run a fingertip over his hole. He pushed his hips back, whining softly, as Stede traced that finger teasingly around his rim, not quite pressing in but definitely threatening to.

“Look at this,” Stede said, his still-gentle tone taking on a hint of meanness, and Ed felt his ears get hot. “So used up, aren’t you, sweet thing?”

Ed mewed softly, feeling his hole twitch under Stede’s examination.

Stede kept playing with his hole, pressing a dry finger in just far enough to feel the easy give. With how they’d had sex before bed, Ed’s hole was still loose and fucked-out, slightly sore and tacky with dried come and lube.

“Slutty little thing,” Stede said, and he spat directly on Ed’s hole.

Ed gasped, pressing his face into the blankets. “Please?”

“Shush,” Stede said firmly, teasing a fingertip just inside Ed’s used hole, and Ed squirmed. “Ed, I want you to explain something for me. Do I not know how to take care of you?”

“No, you do, you do,” Ed said quickly. “You take such good care of me.”

“I know I do,” Stede said calmly, playing with Ed’s hole. “I mean, just look at this greedy little hole! You open up so easy for me, Ed. Look at you, just begging for it - you don’t even have to use your mouth, your slutty little hole does it for you.”

Ed swallowed, loud in the quiet. “You fuck me so good, baby -”

“I know I do,” Stede said, with a crisp smack to Ed’s ass. Ed yelped, burying his face in the sheets again. “Do you not feel that I treat you well, when I fill up your sweet little hole?”

“You do, you do,” Ed said frantically. “You fill me up so good! I love it!”

“I know you do. You’d do anything to get my cock in you,” Stede said smoothly. “So why, Ed, why do I come back from getting your present, ready to fill up my good boy’s sweet little hole, and I find you humping my things like a little slut?”

“I’m sorry,” Ed begged, his face contorting as he tried not to cry. He hated not pleasing Stede.

“Go on, then,” Stede said gently, giving Ed a light smack on his ass that felt more condescending than painful. “You wanted to hump my things? Don’t let me stop you.”

Ed whimpered, but Stede didn’t say anything else, so he grinded forward, pressing his rock-hard cock against the pillow. It was delicious immediately, and he arched his back on instinct, trying to press his ass up into Stede’s hands as he rutted.

“There we go,” Stede praised, encouraging Ed with a hand on his hip, fingers pressing into the soft flesh there. “That’s it, Ed, rub your cute little cock on it all you like.”

Ed mewled softly. His cock wasn’t even that small, just on the smaller side of average, but Stede’s cock was properly big, and they both really liked the stinging humiliation of it when Stede made fun of Ed’s cock. It made Ed feel small, small and safe.

Even with Stede there urging him on, even with how hard Ed was and how desperate he was to come, the pillow just wasn’t a lot of stimulation. It wasn’t long until Ed was crying softly, frustrated and desperate, rolling his hips urgently against the pillow. 

He felt naughty and disobedient, having to hump a pillow for Stede’s amusement, and it was that more than anything that made him cry.

“Please,” Ed sobbed, “please, please. I want to be good, am I still good?”

“Oh, honey, yes,” Stede soothed him, rubbing a hand gently along his back before moving down to his ass, spreading his cheeks again just to watch Ed’s hole clench as he rutted. “You’re still my good boy. Being a bit naughty one time doesn’t change that.”

“Tell me, please,” Ed begged, panting open-mouthed as he moved, his hands clenching into frustrated fists behind his back. “Please, tell me I’m good.”

“Ed, honey,” Stede said urgently, leaning down to gently tilt Ed’s chin to the side to meet his eyes, “you’re always good for me. Even when you’re touching your greedy little cock without permission. You’re my good little slut, I can't expect you to always control yourself, not when you're so desperate for it.”

Ed was helpless to do anything other than hold Stede’s eyes as the wave finally crested and he came, gasping and crying out as his hips weakly rolled, humping through his orgasm. It rolled over him in waves, shaking through him as thick spurts of come dribbled onto the pillow.

“Thank you for letting me come,” Ed whispered, his entire body shaking like a leaf.

“Oh, baby, there’s no need to thank me. That was the start of your punishment,” Stede said softly, rolling Ed over onto his back.

Ed went easily as Stede dragged him to the edge of the bed, spreading his legs sweetly and obediently around Stede’s hips. Laying on his restrained hands made him arch his back automatically, and looking down his body, he loved the sight of his cock still pitifully hard, drops of come smeared across his tummy.

Stede fucking him would never be a punishment.

Ed squirmed impatiently when Stede stopped touching him for just long enough to lube his cock up.

“Not like I need any lube,” Stede teased gently, pressing just the head of his cock against Ed’s hole, making him gasp as he felt the pressure, the promise of more. “Slut like you, you could just take me right in, couldn’t you?”

Ed nodded earnestly. “You’re meant to be inside me.”

“You’re sweet,” Stede laughed, kissing Ed’s forehead as he started to press in.

Ed sighed in relief as Stede filled him up. By this point, the stretch was easy and familiar, and he felt his whole body relax, his cock twitching against his tummy. “Thank you.”

“Of course, precious,” Stede said obligingly, grinding deep inside Ed, and Ed’s hips twitched as he tried to spread himself open wider.

When Stede started fucking him, he didn’t hold back, his pace turning brutal immediately. Deep, fat, heavy strokes, letting Ed really feel every inch of that perfect thick cock splitting him open.

“So good,” Ed mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.

Very gently, the pace of his thrusts not faltering, Stede laid a hand next to Ed’s sensitive cock. The warmth was comforting, and Ed instinctively pressed his hips up into the touch.

Stede wrapped a hand around Ed’s cock, giving him a hard, rough stroke. Ed squeaked.

Stede didn’t stop. Ed was desperately oversensitive, and he felt himself clenching frantically around the cock filling him up as Stede stroked him. It was far too much far too quickly, skating the line between pleasure and pain, and Ed started whimpering in overstimulation immediately.

“Too much,” Ed mewed pitifully, trying to squirm. But with his hands behind his back, his legs forced wide open around Stede’s hips, being jostled by the thick cock inside him and with Stede’s firm grip on his cock, he was entirely helpless. “Stede, please, it’s too much -”

“I thought you wanted to come,” Stede told him, his tone perfectly condescending.

Ed moaned, loud and open-mouthed, his face scrunching up as Stede thumbed along the sensitive head of his cock. “No, no no no, please -”

“Color, Ed,” Stede said.

Ed just whimpered, and Stede (stupid perfect sexy beautiful bastard) stilled his hips immediately. He was going to make Ed say it.

“Ed, give me a color,” Stede said firmly.

Ed pouted, his lip wobbling. “Green,” he mumbled petulantly.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Stede said smugly. “Listen, sweetheart. This is how it’s going to go. Since you needed to touch your cute little cock so badly, I’m going to do it for you. You’re going to get to come, Ed, because I like watching you come, and you’re going to come until I’ve decided you’re done. Am I understood?”

Ed nodded, his cock twitching obviously in Stede’s hand.

Stede grinded into him, making Ed gasp. “Beg for it.”

Ed whimpered, his lip jutting out again in a pout intended to make Stede have mercy on him.

Stede kissed his pouty lib obligingly, giving Ed a rough, indulgent stroke to his cock that had his mouth falling open, his face twisting with pleasure. “C’mon, sweet thing. Beg for me to touch your useless little cock until you come all over yourself.”

“Please,” Ed mumbled.

Stede squeezed Ed’s cock. “Ask properly, Ed. Be my good boy, now.”

“Please,” Ed mewed softly, “please touch my useless little cock until I come all over myself.”

“There’s my good boy,” Stede cooed, settling back into his hard pace, stroking Ed in time with his thrusts. “I was worried for a second there. I’m not used to seeing my good boy be so naughty.”

“I’m sorry,” Ed whispered, letting his body go slack, submitting himself entirely to Stede’s whims. “I won’t do it again.”

(He probably would, if this was what he got for it. Might have to be a brat more often.)

“I know you won’t,” Stede told him obligingly, kissing his jaw, making him hum in delight. “You’ll understand why I was so surprised, Ed. There I was, with a present for my good boy to reward him for being so obedient and perfect for me…”

Ed’s face burned, and he swallowed to feel the collar pressing into his throat.

“But it’s alright,” Stede said. “Because now that collar can remind you of your place.”

“On your cock,” Ed gasped. “Being your good boy.”

“Precisely,” Stede said proudly, and he worked Ed’s cock with a particularly evil little twist on the upstroke, and Ed was there -

“Fuck, fuck, please,” Ed whined, his legs shaking uncontrollably. “I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me come, I’m coming -”

“Good boy,” Stede purred, and that was it.

Ed’s orgasm felt punched out of him, making him gasp uselessly and scream Stede’s name, his back arching hard and his face screwing up with it.

Stede fucked him through it, steady and deep and claiming -

And Ed had no sooner stopped panting than he adjusted his angle, absolutely slamming relentlessly into Ed’s prostate.

“Uhn,” Ed gasped, “Stede - ah, fuck - Stede, please, please come in me, please -”

“Oh, no, darling,” Stede said softly, “this is all about you.”

Ed just had enough time to realize the depth of the punishment he’d earned himself when Stede pulled out entirely, leaving him gaping open, hole clenching around nothing.

“Got a bit close there,” Stede said cheerfully, still holding Ed’s cock in one hand, and with the other he spread Ed’s cheeks to watch his thoroughly used hole twitch. “Don’t worry, honey. You’re going to give me one more.”

“Noooo,” Ed whined pitifully. His softening, spent cock was so sensitive that even Stede’s light grip was making him hiss and cry out with every movement.

Stede waited for Ed to tap out, and when he didn’t, he just laughed, pressing easily back into his hole.

“There we go,” Stede praised when Ed let his body go loose and pliant, submissive and easy under Stede. “That’s my good boy, Ed. You’d never tell me I can’t play with your sweet little cock, would you?”

“No,” Ed whispered, his cheeks warm. "Please keep playing with my cock all you want."

“I know, you need it, don't you? Look at you,” Stede cooed, holding his cock up in his fingers to show Ed how it was chubbing up again. “You can cry all you want, Ed, but your little cock knows your place.”

“Yes, thank you,” Ed whispered.

“Good boy, Ed, so polite,” Stede praised, and Ed preened, overstimulated tears streaming down his cheeks as Stede gently played with his cock, working him quickly to full hardness. “I’m going to fuck you hard, now, okay? Are you going to be a good boy and make me feel good?”

It was as obvious a check-in as Stede was willing to do this deep into a scene, and Ed knew it for what it was. If Ed was too overstimulated, he’d fuck Ed slow and gentle until he came, and Ed knew he could ask him to stop at any point.

It was that knowledge that made him nod.

“Yes, please,” he said. “Please fuck me hard - ah!”

Stede immediately let him have it, hooking two fingers under Ed’s collar to pull him roughly down into each thrust and keeping the other hand stroking Ed’s cock, and he set a brutal pace, absolutely bullying Ed’s oversensitive prostate.

Ed gasped, tiny whiny cries getting punched out of him with every thrust. He could feel his cock pulsing, felt it drip as the abuse to his prostate forced out a dribble of seminal fluid. Stede’s hand on his cock was tacky and sticky with Ed’s come, and he couldn’t stop the twitch of his hips as he tried reflexively to close his legs against the overstimulation.

“Being so good,” Stede praised, kissing his cheek.

Ed loved being a good boy. He couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore with how his face was so scrunched up with overstimulation, and his hips bucked weakly up into Stede’s hand.

Stede’s grip on Ed’s collar was so tight it was pulling his shoulders up off the bed, forcing whines out of him as he was roughly fucked. Ed felt something wet against his back, and he realized belatedly that Stede was pushing him into the pillow he’d had to hump. All he could do was take it as he was fucked into his own mess.

The force of the familiar pressure building between his legs almost scared him.

“Stede,” Ed gasped, “Stede, I’m gonna - no, Stede, I’m gonna come, please, no -”

“You're alright, precious,” Stede whispered in Ed’s ear, and then, even softer, "color?"

“Green,” Ed managed to sob out. “Please, it’s gonna be so much -”

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” Stede promised him, his thrusts growing sharp and erratic as he got closer. “Be a good boy, Ed, come for me one last time. Let me feel you twitching around me while I fill you up, precious. Give me just a little more, good boy, that’s it, let go -”

Ed was, at the end of the day, Stede’s good boy. And he was helpless to do anything other than what he was told.

Ed came with a weak cry, a pathetically small trickle of come dribbling from his cock,and it felt like it lasted forever, mild-melting spasms of pleasure that had Ed’s legs shaking hard and his back arching up off the bed. It was so strong that the feeling of Stede coming inside him, fucking him full of warm come and pressing him down into the mattress as he filled him up, was even more intense than usual, and Ed whimpered loudly as Stede worked him through it.

For a long moment, their bedroom was quiet, just the sounds of their gasps as they fought to catch their breath. Ed huffed out a soft laugh when he realized that he'd come so powerfully, he'd tensed up so hard it made his belly muscles hurt.

“Man,” Ed panted, humming happily when Stede kissed his cheek, “I’m gonna have to be naughty more often, if that’s what a punishment’s like.”

“Honestly, Ed, I don’t think you could take being naughty more often,” Stede said gently. “When I found you, you looked like you were on the verge of tears immediately, and I couldn’t tell straight away if it was a good cry or a bad cry.”

Ed scowled. “Is that why you took so long to tell me I was being punished?”

“Yep,” Stede confirmed. “Gonna pull out, okay? Might be a little sore.”

“‘Kay,” Ed mumbled, and he hissed as Stede pulled out. He was a little sore, but it was a good kind of soreness. He liked feeling well-fucked. He blew Stede a kiss, too tired to lean up for the real thing, and they both laughed when Stede pretended to fumble to catch it.

They decided immediately that a shower was in order - Ed had gotten his come into both his own hair and Stede’s, somehow - and it wasn’t long until Ed was standing under the warm water, letting Stede hold his sore, tired body up as he massaged a soothing lotion into his skin.

“Hey, Stede?” Ed asked softly. “I wasn’t too naughty, right? I’m still your good boy?”

“Oh, Ed,” Stede promised, kissing his cheek, his temple, his lips, until Ed was giggling, “you’re always my good boy.”

It was fun to be a bit of a brat, sometimes. But Ed thought he liked being good much better.