Simon lay on the bed, his body tense with anticipation. He could feel the cool metal of the collar around his neck, a constant reminder of his submission to his husband, John. He heard the door creak open and jumped, his heart racing as John entered the room.
John's eyes immediately went to Simon's, and he noticed the phone clutched in Simon's hand. He walked over to the bed, his eyes narrowing as he saw the text message displayed on the screen.
"Who's that?" John demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
Simon tried to play it cool, but his heart was pounding in his chest. "Just a friend," he stammered, but John was having none of it.
"Explain yourself," John commanded, his eyes flashing.
Simon hesitated, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a good excuse. But John was not impressed. He took off his belt, his movements deliberate and precise.
"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered, his voice sharp.
Simon hesitated, but he knew he had no choice. He slowly got on his hands and knees, his heart pounding in his chest. John began to spank him, hard. Simon yelped and squirmed, but John was relentless.
"I didn't do anything wrong!" Simon protested, but John cut him off with a sharp slap.
"You need to learn to respect our relationship and the rules that come with it," John growled, his hand coming down hard on Simon's ass.
Simon started to tear up, admitting that he was wrong and promising to be more obedient in the future. John stopped spanking him and helped him up, pulling him into a tight embrace.
"I'm sorry," Simon whispered, his voice shaking.
"I forgive you," John replied, his voice softening. "But there will be consequences for your actions."
John led Simon over to the bed and told him to kneel. Simon did as he was told, looking up at John with a mixture of fear and desire. John took out a pair of handcuffs and attached them to the collar around Simon's neck. Simon's heart raced as he realized what was happening.
"You're going to be punished for your disobedience," John said, his voice low and seductive.
Simon nodded, trembling with anticipation. John began to undress, his eyes never leaving Simon's. Simon watched, his own arousal growing as he realized that he was about to be used for John's pleasure.
"Please," Simon whispered, his voice barely audible.
John smiled, his eyes glinting with desire. "Beg me," he commanded.
"Please, use me," Simon begged, his voice shaking with need.
John's only response was a wicked smile as he climbed onto the bed, ready to take what was rightfully his.
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