Peter stood there smiling at John lasciviously, the way he always looked at him. Something finally seemed to snap in John; he grabbed Peter's hand and pulled him down the hallway until they reached John's room. He paused outside the door and looked at Peter, who had blond hair, blue eyes, and dressed like a soccer dad. Appearances deceived in this case, and he practiced bdsm enthusiastically. He'd chased John for a year now; his comments and flirting had finally worn him down. Peter studied him for a minute as if expecting him to change his mind.
Finally, John spoke; "If we go in here, you must understand you're mine; I'm the master not you".
Peter's eye's dilated; his cock instantly grew. He couldn't believe his luck, after a year of flirting, (uselessly, his sister kept telling him,) John was finally going to take him. He was a switch; he didn't care that John wanted to top him; hell, even if he wasn't a bottom he'd have succumbed just for tonight. "Yes, anything you want," Peter sputtered. He realized he sounded desperate, but John didn't look like he cared. He pulled Peter into his room and shut the door.
"Get naked and then up on the bed on all fours," John snapped.
Peter immediately followed instructions, ripping his clothes off. His cock was as hard as it'd ever been. Folding his clothes, he wondered what John was going to do as Peter set them on a chair against the wall. He clambered atop the bed and settled onto all fours facing the headboard, head down. He was breathing hard already his cock twitching.
"Good boy. You're already pleasing me, but I think you need to be punished for chasing me so incessantly the past year, don't you?"
The only answer Peter could give was a moan.
Punish me please
