Dildo play as punishment after witnessing George getting head from Mia.
George x Clay.
*Clay's pov*
It's a few days now after Mia and I had our little 'disagreement' about me being jealous of her and George. I've been avoiding thinking about what Mia had told me afterwards about George. I kept telling myself I wasn't jealous, but if I wasn't, I wouldn't still be fixated on it like I was. And even if I was, I was not about to admit that to her or anyone else ever.
I found myself walking through the house avoiding George every chance I got, which was hard since we had to work together. And it got even worse because today we were supposed to stream with eachother for a video in less than an hour.
I wasn't used to the way I was feeling towards Mia and George, and it was making me act out more around the house worse than usual. I found myself once again picking fights with the two of them, over things that wouldn't be an issue any other time. It was just that everytime I saw either one of them, I would still feel jealous. It was where the three of us started all over again.
I was down in my room preparing for the stream when I get a text from George suddenly. At first I simply ignored it with a loud annoyed groan until I grew a pair and opened it.
George: im ready to stream if you are.
This would be our first time streaming together after everything that went down between us. I wasn't sure how it was going to turn out, but I went for it anyway.
Me: yeah, sure im ready.
He then replied a second after I did.
George: Cool, I'll start then. Also, I invited Mia to stream with us.
I was already worrying about one of them and now I had to deal with them both. Awesome. I found myself getting irritated with George again instantaneously. Before I knew it I was texting back, trying to hide how annoyed he had made me.
Me: great.
It could have been taken anyway, sincere or just plain annoyed, which was exactly how I meant it. I get no reply back so I assume he didn't notice my sass toward him. I look down at my computer and see Mia and George were already chatting. I take a breath in, trying to keep my cool, then I join the call with them. George was already saying something when I entered:
"No- I wanted- oh hey Dweam!' It was a normal version of my nickname he used for me for awhile now, but for some reason, hearing him say it now only made me more enraged.
"Hey." I don't put much enthusiasm into the word as I speak, and I immediately regret it.
"Hey Dream." Mia was the next to talk. It was said almost in a careful tone, like she knew I was upset already. I take another breath and ask more enthusiastic this time:
"So what game?" I hear a chuckle then George was talking again:
"That's what me and Mia were arguing about just before you showed up. I want bed wars, but she wants just plain Minecraft. Settle this Dream." I hated to be agreeing with him, but I did. I sigh as I answer:
"Bed wars definitely. Sorry Mia." She let's out a groan and says:
"Oh fine. Take your boy-toys side-." The three of us had always joked that me and George were secretly dating for so long, but now we had actually done things together. I knew it was time then to say something quick before the chat started to pick up on the awkwardness settling between us.
"Oh yeah- definitely my boy-toy." I hear George chuckle then read out a donation as he played off the comment made by Mia. It was what he did whenever something awkward happened and he wasn't quite sure what to say. Then he was speaking directly to us again:
"So you guys gonna join the server or-?" Mia let's out a small 'oops' before I say:
"Already on it." Once again, the tone in my voice told everyone just how still annoyed I was. Only this time, it wasn't even purposeful. I find myself turning on George's stream to watch his face cam. As soon as I speak, his face falters to confused but says nothing.
We finally turn on the game and join a match. It didn't take long at all for everything to go downhill after that. George and Mia were teaming up together, pretty much ignoring me the whole match. I usually did my own thing anyway, but knowing what happened between the two of them, I begin to feel left out again.
It was only after a few hours of playing that I finally felt like erupting from jealousy. Nobody in chat, thankfully, picked up on it, but Mia and George subtly bagan flirting with one another, and of course I knew better. George was suddenly knocked off his makeshift bridge by another player, only to clutch last second, saving himself. Then he built himself back up and ended up getting his revenge.
"Wow George, that was ki-nda hot." Mia had said it jokingly enough not many people in chat picked up on the fact that she really wasn't kidding. I watch George's face cam as he reacts to her, saying:
"Uh-huh. I'm aware." I notice his face goes subtly pink from Mia's compliment, then he was clearing his voice saying:
"Dream? You've been quiet too long." I scoff at him but say nothing. I watch his face cam once more as his face changes to worry.
"Dream?" I still don't say a word. Now as I watch him, his face stops from being briefly concerned and quickly becomes annoyed as he announces:
"Clay." George says my name, and a switch sets off inside my head, and all I see is red.
"I'm here." His facial expressions don't change as I speak, he only continues looking irked with my previous silence.
"Okay. What happened? Where'd you go?" I find myself stretching in my seat, letting out a loud enough sigh for everyone to hear, then I decide not to hold back.
"Like it matters." As soon as I finsh the sentence, I exit the game, then I mute myself not caring that of just blown my cover. Still looking at George, I watch as his face goes even more red now.
"Hey Mia, wanna take over the stream?" I knew George was only asking this because he was getting angry with me, and was probably getting ready to end stream to confront me downstairs. I smile to myself, enjoying how much I had gotten to him enough to end my stream.
"Yeah- gladly." Mia answers George with a small, nervous voice. I wait a few seconds before I unmute and state:
"Great." Then I end the call. I sit back and observe George, holding back his furious expressions. He exhales and finally says his goodbyes to his stream then briskly ends it, leaving Mia all alone on the stream.
I get up from my chair and begin pacing around my room. I knew George would be coming down here soon to give me a piece of his mind, but I stayed calm anyway, knowing George would probably wimp out as soon as he entered my room.
I didn't realize until then how much I was sweating. I was beginning to regret how I was acting on stream now. I knew it was unprofessional to do, but my emotions were getting the best of me. I cared for both Mia and George too much and couldn't bare the thought of being left out. Who knows how many times they've been together without me since? Like Mia had told me many times, I was jealous.
It was then I finally heard loud angry footsteps coming from upstairs, down to my room. They end, getting to the bottom of the stairs and quickly start up again, heading straight for my room now. George doesn't even bother knocking on my door, the first thing I hear is an aggressive shout saying:
"Clay!" Before I can move an inch to open the door to let him inside, he was barging inside and trudging toward me. He gets right up into my face and just stares into my eyes. I notice he is breathing much harder than I was now out of anger as he speaks finally:
"What the actual fuck is your problem?" I find myself speechless as George yells at me. That was new.
"You know- we were streaming. Right? All those people come to watch us play, not fight- for god knows what for!" I still don't speak so he asks:
"So what is it? What's your deal?" This time as he talks, he takes two hands and shoves me backwards with a huge puff of air leaving his own lungs from the impact made on me. I find myself laughing at him, taking most of the blow, yet I barely felt it.
"Oh shut up-." He takes another hand, ready to swing at me, but he isn't fast enough, because I manage to block it. I take his hand in mine and hold onto it hard. He's now looking at me with big apologetic eyes. Not letting up on his hold, he finally gasps:
"I'm sorry, Clay- I just-." I interrupt him, not wanting to hear any sort of apology, then I quickly state:
"You wanna hit me George? Go on- see where that gets you." I finally let go of his wrist, leaving him standing in front of me, rubbing it from the grip I had on him. George looks down from it back up into my eyes byt says nothing, he just looked ready to run crying from my room.
"C'mon- hit me George." I step even closer to him as I talk this time, trying to entice him to make a move some more. Now a twisted look was forming on his face as he looked at me. It wasn't angry like I'd expected, now it just looked more amused than anything. He tilts his head and answers confidently:
"No." I scoff and ask:
"Oh? Why not? You were so eager to just a minute ago." He stares straight into my eyes as he states, half-jokingly:
"Cause you'd probably enjoy it." I'm still maintaining eye contact with George, as I nonchalantly confirm:
"Yeah? So what if I would?" George's confidence shrunk the instant I spoke those words to him. The anger I had been feeling for him was still there inside me, but most of it was transfered into unexpected sexual tension now. George stood in front of me just watching me with large eyes, not expecting that response from me whatsoever.
"So hit me then. I know you want to George." He doesn't move so I feel myself growing impatient, so I don't hold back. I raise my arm and nudge his shoulder lightly, making him move backwards closer to the wall. He still just sits back and takes it, so I give him another push. This time landing him against the wall firmly.
George is no longer looking at me. Now he's up against the wall, glancing around at the ground nervously. I begin to step close once again and quickly notice him breathing much harder now, maybe out of anger again, I wasn't entirely certain. Either way, I smirk to myself at the view before me as I approached him utterly broken already. I don't think about what I do next. I swiftly move right up to him against the wall, George still avoiding looking at me, then I take my hand and find myself gripping around his neck, just hard enough to get his full attention again.
As I do this, he finally locks his eyes back onto mine, giving me needy eyes this time, nothing relating to anger or anything of the sort anymore. Just pure need for me. Georges hands are placed up against the wall for balance, trying to find a place to grip, but is unsuccessful in finding anything. He begins squirming from my grasp now, until I state;
"Is it that I'll enjoy it, or because you will?" I didn't think I could see a more amazing sight. George suddenly looks deeper into my eyes, showing defeat with a subtle whimper telling me I was exactly spot on without even verbally saying any actual words. When he decides to talk, it was just barely a whisper:
"Sh-shut up. You don't know anything." I quickly tighten my grip around his throat, only for him to place his hands around my waist, gripping me just as tight. As he does this, George moves my body up against his, just enough to touch our lower halves together. George's eyes flutter shut in an instant.
As I'm watching George's familiar facial traits, his clear pale skin matching with his naturally pinkened puffy lips, all at once it hits me why I was so jealous of him and Mia together. It wasn't just because they were leaving me out of it when they fucked, I was jealous because I had never had George to myself before. And shit, I wanted to do so many things to him just for myself right now. I needed it.
"Do you want to know why I was acting up George?" George had been silently squirming waiting for some kind of next move from me until then when he blinked to life again to look up into my eyes, only to struggle under my embrace, then finally he manages to nod a 'yes' in response. I answer him without hesitation:
"It's because I haven't had you to myself yet- and it was absolutely killing me."
Georges breath escapes his lungs the second I confess everything to him and his eyes reclose themselves with pleasure. He quickly begins squirming again under my touch, then begins whining, saying;
"I wanted you too, so bad Clay." Truthfully, this wasn't how I imagined this encounter to go down, but now that it was happening, I was all in. All I'd needed was George for myself and I could tell I was all he'd been waiting for too.
"Tell me what you want then." George doesn't say anything, he simply looks down, lower on my body, eyeing obviously at my sweatpants. I loosen my grip on his throat this time, letting him talk better but he seems to hate the release it gave. I take in the scene wholeheartedly before gently demanding:
"C'mon- use you're words and tell me." George bites his lip as I talk, like only my words alone, my voice, was all he needed from me to make him cave, then he finally gained the courage to unexpectedly announce;
"I want your cock, Clay. I want to suck it." The instant he says those words, I can feel myself grow from below, completely hard from George and wanting nothing but to grant his wish. I take my hand fully away from George's throat as I command:
"Then do something about it." George only glances at my hardness then back up to my eyes. I can feel his hands anxiously fumbling around with my sweatpants, until finally he drops down to his knees. While still staring enticingly into my eyes George breathlessly kneels down in front of me, then he slowly begins removing my sweatpants for me.
The instant my sweatpants are removed, he was already going for my boxers. I find myself, as he removes them, also tearing off my shirt to quicken the steps leading to what we both needed from the other. As soon as he finally takes off my boxers, leaving my cock out in plain sight, George sees it and leans backward in awe, body hitting against the wall. I know he had seen it before, but now he would be the one sucking it, not Mia. And it was obvious he was nervous.
He's still sitting against the wall watching me when I reach to take off his shirt. I throw it aside and demand:
"Take off the rest." I move backwards, watching as George quickly starts taking off the rest of his own clothes eagerly. He finishes and just kneels infront of me now, completely naked. I take in all of his presence, loving how he looked giving into my every word.
I decide then I don't want to wait another minute. I take my hand and cup my dick in it. George sees this and swiftly adjusts himself to sit straight up. Then he moves closer, already readying himself to take me all the way down. I take him and push him up against the wall again and state sternly:
"Just wait- not until I tell you to. Patience, okay?" I stop talking then George sits back up and begins pretty much pouting. Clearly not being patient at all like I'd asked, I see George move his hand lower to simply cup his balls in his hand, letting a few fingers travel below to tease his hole himself. His dick stood straight up, twitching as he watched me. I knew then that meant he was feeling too good to wait for me.
"Tell me again that you want me." George doesn't hesitate. He stops from staring at my dick then looks me in the eyes and gladly states:
"Clay- I need you." I find myself smirking at his submissiveness and brute honesty, then I'm asking once more:
"What do you want me to do George?"
"Fuck my mouth Clay. Don't make me wait any longer. I'm begging you." I think back to when George had been fucking Mia's face relentlessly that day in the shower. George had heard her gags, he had seen the way it made her tear up from how forceful he was, yet he didn't let up one bit. I'm shocked when George speaks up again as if reading my thoughts, pleading:
"And don't hold back either. Please." I find myself moaning a quiet 'fuck' under my breath at his request. There was no way I was going to pass up what George wanted from me, because I wanted it just as bad. I finally look back down at George and notice his mouth was already wide open, waiting for my cock.
I watch as he closes his eyes and sticks out his tongue, ready for me to fuck his throat. George is still fingering himself down below and I don't wait another second to add to his pleasure. I quickly thrusted myself down George's throat, forcing him against the wall again. His eyes fly open and roll back as I force my hand around his neck again, pinning him up against the wall, unable to move as I fucked him.
George's gagging sounded just as sweet as Mia's had when he fucked her face, I couldn't keep myself from holding back. George had raised his hands up to meet my hips, still pinned helplessly. George's mouth had endless amounts of spit spilling out around the edges now, just like Mia too. The sloshing sounds my cock made inside his mouth with each stroke only made me harder.
It must have done the same for George, because he was now reaching one hand from my side, up to where I was fucking him to get a handful of the mixture of his spit and my precum. Then he was moving back down to his own dick. Catching me off guard, he then quickly began jerking himself off with his spit. As soon as he makes contact with it, he was moaning around my cock in his mouth.
I watch carefully as he massages the spit over his tip, and even closer as he begins stroking up and down faster as he went. Like the speed he was touching himself at just wasn't ever enough, George quickly began thrusting into his hand as he jerked himself. He even seemed to no longer be affected by my cock deep inside his throat, so I started speeding up harder.
My cock pushes him against the wall with every thrust down his throat and I get the idea to smooth my thumb over his throat, still choking George as I rammed into him. As I do this, I feel my cock sliding in and out through his throat as I pressed against it with my fingers. Not thinking it was possible, my cock grows even more inside his throat and he instantly tightens a hundred times more around me.
"Shit- Your mouth feels so good George." I glance down at George still feeling himself. His pace had begun to speed up the second I spoke. I knew quickly he was about to cum, so I swiftly pull out of his throat and grab him, stopping him from cumming. I'm rewarded with a wonderful look of total anger and surprise.
"What- fuck Clay. I was so close!" I observe George's eyes go from full of lust to shock then only to instant anger. It was a sight I knew I loved looking at. Angry George.
"Does that piss you off?" He stands up and gets up in my face this time as he yells:
"Of course it does!" I couldn't help but get even more turned on the more he yelled at me. I'm still holding George's hand he was previously jerking himself off with when I say:
"I like it when you get mad at me George." George's eyes change instantly. The lust that was previously in them had returned, but the anger stayed along with it this time.
"I'm glad this is turning you on- but I'm not amused!" I simply smirk at his remark then grip harder at George's wrist now, making him flinch from the pain. I then trail my eyes down to his dick below, still incredibly hard, and now leaking even more precum just begging to be licked up.
"I don't think you're being completely honest with me George." Still watching his dick twitch, George now looks with me. He looks back up, still with stone cold eyes.
"I hate you." I see a flicker of regret as he speaks this time, but he still remains annoyed.
"You don't mean that." He smirks an unamused grin then adds:
"I do." Becoming irritated now as he talks, I inch closer to him, pressing me up against his body now. As this happens, our dicks move against the other, causing us both to moan slightly, our breathes running down eachothers necks.
I finally take Georges hips and push him even closer to me, now creating more friction between our cocks sliding together. George flings his head back and instantly begins moaning harder. I then feel his hips begin thrusting our cocks together faster now on his own.
George then takes his hands and finds his way along my back. As soon as they find their way there, he sinks his nails into me, scratching against my back. Pain runs through my spine first, then pleasure shreds through me even harder. I knew George was close again, just from our dicks touching, so I announce proudly:
"You're already going to cum?" George has now nestled himself inside my neck, breathing hard onto my ear and sounding almost in pain from how good we felt against eachother. Finally he groans and states:
"Fuck- fuck you-." I instantly pull apart our cocks then, leaving George looking at me with huge disbelieving eyes. He doesn't get a chance to get a word in, because I quickly take him hard by the wrist again, then pull him onto my bed, lying down facing me now. His face was hollow with so much shock, desire and dissatisfaction that I was almost certain he really would cry this time. If only, is all I can hope for.
Gekrge is as slack jawed and suffering as ever and he still doesn't say anything as I climb on top of him. I knew the irritation from not cumming was getting to him now, but I was enjoying edging him. George finally keeps up with what's happening and gets the strength to talk, asking:
"What are you doing-." His speech pattern was nothing more than small breathy monotone waves now. I climb over to him, just above his aching cock now as I state:
"I'm giving you what you want." It was fun teasing George, I knew he thought I meant I was going to let him cum, but I knew better. Edging him was even better.
George looks at me like he could already cum just from me speaking, and I was sure he very well would if I spoke any further so I kept quiet as I kept going. George watched me closely yet cautiously as I gave in and finally lowered my mouth down onto his cock covered in precum. I don't waste any time, I begin speeding up and down on his dick, lapping up all the tasty precum I could, not wanting to waste a single drop.
George is back to his manic state of breathless breathing and shakey whimpers as I slowly go down on him, only making me want to keep going forever as long as the sounds kept coming from him. But I knew that wasn't apart of my plan with him.
After getting a good enough tatse of George, I pull off and state quickly and honestly:
"You taste good George." He throws his head back and his eyes glue shut. He bites his lip, hiding a smirk as he adds full of humor:
"So I've been told." I knew quickly he was talking about Mia. It was a cocky statement that only made me want to punish him even more. I push myself back down, sucking his dick even faster now, wanting him to be close to cumming.
"Oh my god- Clay- don't stop. Please!" I knew the pleas was added for a shot at mercy, but I couldn't care less about it. I feel him grabbing a handful of my hair before I quickly pull off of George's pulsating cock. His eyes open ever so slowly, until he's finally looking at me, obviously trying his hardest to not burst into tears. His body had only just begun shaking from almost cumming, then stopped. I watch as George's hand pulling my hair slowly limps back down to the sheets.
George simply looks at me like he was ready to cry yet again for the hundredth time. I hadn't let him cum again, and I knew he was about ready to explode by the smallest touch. I hold his arms down and move up to his ear and whisper:
"Don't you dare even think about touching yourself." George only looked at me with emotionless eyes now, dead from the many sensations filling him then retreating so fast. Finally he moves his arms and covers up his face. He doesn't say anything besides a little 'you're a dick.' I want to tell him so badly that he shouldn't have said that, but I don't bother. I was sure he already knew how much deeper he'd just dug himself.
Already having a punishment set out, I walk over to my dresser and grab a dildo from my drawer, it noticeably larger than I was, and George totally unaware of its presence. I smooth on some lube onto it, then make my way back over to George laying down. He still has his eyes covered, not noticing as I stand in front of him on the bed, ready to fuck the absolute shit out of him.
I finally get close enough for the dildo to rest just infront of his rim now but I stop before I put it in to say:
"Don't cum too quick. And tell me if its too much, okay?" Finally I sit the dildo up against his rim, then hesitantly begin pressing it inside slowly. Before George gets a chance even react, it was already halfway inside him. He'd already removed his covering from his face by now, noticing just how large of the object going into him was, but it was when the rest was pushed inside of him that George finally reacts with a loud groan and I was saying in return:
"Not too loud- Mia is still streaming upstairs." George sits up ever so slightly and glances at what was now all the way inside him. I knew George had never had sex before Mia, so I was shocked when he took it so easily. It only made me wonder if he'd sat alone in his room with dildos maybe just as big before. I know I'm right when George simply acts as if he could take more from me.
"Fuck Clay- it's so big." George lays back down and just takes it without any back talk. I think about how often he obviously must fuck himself with dildos like this to be this used to it already, and I can barely handle it. George moves his hand up on his stomach, but stops just before he gets to his cock, which was now throbbing uncontrollably. I knew he wanted to jerk himself off so badly, but held back anyway.
"That's good. Don't cum yet."
Then was when I finally decided to start thrusting the dildo into him faster as he so clearly wanted from me. I watch as his fingers dug into his stomach with each thrust from the large toy, maybe not quite as strong as he originally thought. But it only enticed me more.
"Clay I want to-." I stop him before he can finish his sentence by quickly stating:
"No- not yet." He looks at me with big pleading eyes, then frantically shakes his head 'no'. Finally I let him speak and he begs saying:
"No- I want to cum with your dick, not that." George said the word with such conviction like the dildo inside him was absolutely disgusting now as he looked at it. I knew it was simply because he wanted to be able to cum from my cock, which made me give in to his request immediately.
With a groan of pleasure, I was pulling out the dildo so fast and throwing it to the side of the bed, then I was grabbing my cock, readying it to be inside George. I think about how much I've thought about fucking George, and now it was finally going to happen. He watches me back with just as lustful eyes as mine then frantically begs once more:
"Just fuck me already Clay!" I watch George carefully, not yet giving him what he wants. George was still maintaining distance from touching his own dick, still ready to cum from the slightest touch. I knew he was being so good and needed to be rewarded, so I did as he asked and began fucking him.
My cock slid inside George, reaching all the way back with a loud slap from my legs hitting against him. All George does is moan as he adds:
"That feels so much better- shit." I pound harder into George's ass with everything I had, but as he spoke I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming. So pathetically close and I'd only just begun.
"You're gonna make me cum George-." I knew George was probably already ready by the first stroke and was just hanging on desperately at this point, but I loved watching him suffer like this. Suffering just as much as I was.
"Talk to me more- please-." George opens his eyes and demands desperately just as desperate as I had:
"Touch my cock Clay. I want to feel your hand jerking me off." As if he had me in a trance, I was doing as he asked. I pulled him closer, deeper, onto my dick more, then started stroking his dick like he wanted. I hover over him for a second, then drop some spit from my mouth onto his tip. He watches as it slowly drops down through the air onto him.
I could feel Georges body twitching from just my touch, knowing he could have came just from that alone, but he held on anyway. I begin taking my time and I slowly brought my hand up and down George's cock, still fucking him, just as slow.
George's back was now arched, still trying not to cum. I wasn't sure how he had managed to last this long, completely expecting him to have came as soon as I touched his dick. I couldn't wait any longer and I knew he couldn't either, so I found myself saying:
"George cum with me please." George looks back into my eyes, and just that was enough to make me cum deep inside George with a groan, somehow pathetically lasting not as long as him. Just moments after my hand jerking off George's cock was soon covered with his cum shooting everywhere. George was shaking nonstop, unable to stop cumming. There was no longer cum shooting out of him at this point, but he was still laying down, back arched, eyes rolled back, as his whole body shook.
I pulled myself out of George and sat back and watched him pathetically orgasm. Finally after what seemed like way too long, George had stopped arching and was now breathing hard, catching his breath. I layed myself down next to him, smiling at how he was now watching me.
His mouth was dragged open, face flushed looking like he just saw heaven, then he finally adds:
"I'm definitely not mad anymore- that was way too good." It was obvious enough George had never been edged before, and I was happy to know I was the first. I laugh at him then he adds again saying:
"And I'm still hard." I freeze and glance down at George's dick, still the same size. He smirks at me then says eagerly:
"Round two?" I laugh and find myself climbing back on top of George, ready for as many round twos as George could ever want.