Fic: Release (1/1, Good Ol' Days)
Title: Release
Genre: Kink
Series: The Good Ol' Days Series
Pairing: Puck/Burt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1600
Summary: Burt realizes that Puck is a brat because Puck is horny.
Warnings: Dirty talk, toys, mentions of past spanking.
AN: It's gonna be a porny new year!
Puck was being a little bit of a brat lately, Burt had to admit, but he was pretty sure he knew what it was all about.
First, he had been spanked in the back of Burt’s van in front of Finn and had a nice dose of soap to the mouth, then, two days later, he found himself in the corner half the day with an absolutely tanned backside, both times because he wouldn’t stop running his mouth.
He was aggressive and bored; messing with Kurt and whining a lot. Burt was tired of it and he knew what lay behind the bad behavior. He knew it was because he was horny. He had been a teenager once and he wasn’t a stupid man now. He knew guys like Puck - the kid had been a sex maniac before he got a firm hand taken to him and now he was being denied.
It proved to Burt that he was being good, following his rules about sex. Burt had also promised the kid that he would take care of his sexual urges, if he in turn followed the rules.
Burt tried to limit the sexual nature of what he did with the kids, his boys. He had used plugs and chastity devices to keep them in check, but actually getting them off, or anything like that was harder. It brought what was being done from wrong, to something that was morally repulsive to him. Still, he had to get those feelings shoved down, because his baby boy needed him.
He could help the kid out.
He asked Puck to come visit him at the shop after closing time. It was a little rude to leave Kurt out, but right now just
“We need to talk, privately,” he told the boy, when he heard the bells ring indicating his arrival. “I’ve noticed your behavior hasn’t been very good these last couple of days.”
The boy stared at him, absolutely indignant. “Please,” he said, “I didn’t do anything today, you can’t spank me.”
His words made Burt laugh, but also made him very proud, because he knew the kid would bend over and drop his pants for a punishment if he was asked. It was kind of a power trip. “You’re not in trouble,” he said quickly. “You’re not in trouble but I think I have a pretty darn good theory on why you’ve been such a brat lately.”’
He looked curious.
“I think that you’re turned on,” he said quickly. “I think that since you’ve been a good boy and followed my rules, that you’re repressed urges are messing with your head and you’re acting out. Male aggression comes straight from below, there’s no hiding that.”
“I…haven’t disobeyed your rules at all for months.”
“I know it,” he said proud of the kid. “That’s why I want to help you out.”
He perked up like a five year old being offered candy.
"Let's go into the office," he said. Now, Burt had thought about the sexual aspect of his relationship with the boys; as much as it caused discomfort, it led to curiosity. When he had ordered the chastity devices and plugs online, he had also added a few other toys, just because they intrigued him.
He had initially been planning on just getting his baby boy off, the way he'd done before a couple of times, but honestly, the kid had a hand of his own and probably jacked off on the daily, but that wasn't what he needed.
He and his ex wife had played around in the bedroom before (he was an old dude, he wasn't dead) and the large purple vibrator kind of reminded him of that play in his younger days. This one was meant for anal play, of course, but he couldn't help be dragged back to the days of old, so to speak.
He had put batteries in it the previous night, testing the vibrations on the palm of his hand. They could get a little bit intense. It was just what the boy needed. He needed to come so hard wouldn't think with his dick for a few days.
Puck followed him into the office like an obedient little boy. Burt closed and locked the door. His office was small, a chair, a desk, and an old couch that Kurt made comments about every time he was in this very room.
"Undress," he said quickly, marveling at how quick the boy was to jump to obey, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tug his jeans down. Burt went to wash up, as he had been working all day.
When he returned from cleaning up, the boy was standing in the middle of his office, naked. Now, Burt wasn't a gay man. He had nothing against gay men and he adored his gay son, but at the same time he found the sight of the naked boy very appealing.
"I'm thinkig all a boy your age needs is to come so hard he can't see straight, then his brain starts working again. Maybe if we work on that, I won't put you over my knee every day this week."
That earned him a small grumble.
He stopped lecturing, considering that this wasn't a punishment. "You don't get to come until I say so," he said. "Bend over the desk."
Puck reluctantly put himself over the desk and Burt couldn't blame him for the reluctance. Lately he had been thrown over objects and spanked at every moment. He very gently ran his hand over the boy's backside, still marked from his last session. "It was humilliating, being spanked in front of Finn, wasn't it?" he asked.
If the kid didn't get off on humiliation then he wouldn't be here. He winced and Burt was sure he was getting hard against the desk.
"I...yeah," he moaned quietly. "It was."
"Betcha he can't even look you in the eye," Burt mumbled low, getting the lubricant that he conveniently stashed in his desk. "I bet he's embarrassed and ashamed of you and he doesn't even know half of the punishment. I wish that he could have seen you standing in the corner with a bar of soap hanging from your mouth.”
The boy moaned, absolutely moaned.
He opened the lubricant and very gently pressed a lubed finger into to the boy's hole. He stilled and shuddered. "Spread your legs," he ordered and the boy bent, spreading his legs instantly.
"Good boy," he said.
He grunted and pushed back on the finger, so Burt added a little more, two fingers, slowly spreading and scissoring them. The kid bucked in place, thrusting against the desk.
"Easy," he said, spending time using the lube and his fingers to open him up, spread him out.
"Ever have this done to you before?" he asked, gruffly.
"O-once," he mumbled. "This one woman, she liked playing around like that."
"Woman, huh?" he asked, not wanting to know. "Not even a girl. You really are lucky I got ahold of you."
He pulled out the vibrator and touched the tip to the boy's slick entrance. He watched as he tensed and waited, totally submissive to what was going to happen to him. He had trained the boy well. He slipped the thing into him slowly, just a little bit at a time. He squirmed on the desk, grunting from the pain that came before anything else. Kid was used to pain though, all the spankings he'd been given lately, some quite harsh.
He just took it like a good boy.
Burt waited for a moment, once the thing was seated in place, sticking out of him like a neon purple warning sign; then he flipped it on, watching the kid underneath him just buck, helplessly against the table.
He had never really thought about prostate stimulation before, but it was curious to watch the way that it made his kid go crazy.
"Oh god..." he moaned, as Burt moved it experimentally.
His initial intention was to give him a little stimulation from the toy, finish him off, just give him the sexual satisfaction he craved - but now he had another idea. He wanted the boy shaking, begging for more.
He thrust the toy in and out lightly, playing with angles so he could see which one made the boy shoot up, arch his back and groan. That was where he left the vibrator for a few moments, while he busied himself with cleaning up.
“Please,” Puck mumbled and he knew he had factored the desperation in.
“Don’t you come on my desk like a little boy,” he said, as he went through the day’s records and filed them away. “I swear, if you come, the whipping you got the other day won’t seem like anything.”
After a moment of listening to the strong boy positively whimper, he slipped his files underneath the desk and came at Puck from behind, hand on his sturdy shoulder. “Up you go,” he said, lifting him up. The vibrator was still in his ass, threatening to slip out. He practically shoved him over to the couch, on his back. The force shifted the toy back deeper.
“You can come here,” he said, deciding to take pity and touch the kid, but the barest brush of his fingers was all that did it. His boy came, messy, desperate, practically crying, his eyes wet at the corners.
“Good, good boy.”
Genre: Kink
Series: The Good Ol' Days Series
Pairing: Puck/Burt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1600
Summary: Burt realizes that Puck is a brat because Puck is horny.
Warnings: Dirty talk, toys, mentions of past spanking.
AN: It's gonna be a porny new year!
Puck was being a little bit of a brat lately, Burt had to admit, but he was pretty sure he knew what it was all about.
First, he had been spanked in the back of Burt’s van in front of Finn and had a nice dose of soap to the mouth, then, two days later, he found himself in the corner half the day with an absolutely tanned backside, both times because he wouldn’t stop running his mouth.
He was aggressive and bored; messing with Kurt and whining a lot. Burt was tired of it and he knew what lay behind the bad behavior. He knew it was because he was horny. He had been a teenager once and he wasn’t a stupid man now. He knew guys like Puck - the kid had been a sex maniac before he got a firm hand taken to him and now he was being denied.
It proved to Burt that he was being good, following his rules about sex. Burt had also promised the kid that he would take care of his sexual urges, if he in turn followed the rules.
Burt tried to limit the sexual nature of what he did with the kids, his boys. He had used plugs and chastity devices to keep them in check, but actually getting them off, or anything like that was harder. It brought what was being done from wrong, to something that was morally repulsive to him. Still, he had to get those feelings shoved down, because his baby boy needed him.
He could help the kid out.
He asked Puck to come visit him at the shop after closing time. It was a little rude to leave Kurt out, but right now just
“We need to talk, privately,” he told the boy, when he heard the bells ring indicating his arrival. “I’ve noticed your behavior hasn’t been very good these last couple of days.”
The boy stared at him, absolutely indignant. “Please,” he said, “I didn’t do anything today, you can’t spank me.”
His words made Burt laugh, but also made him very proud, because he knew the kid would bend over and drop his pants for a punishment if he was asked. It was kind of a power trip. “You’re not in trouble,” he said quickly. “You’re not in trouble but I think I have a pretty darn good theory on why you’ve been such a brat lately.”’
He looked curious.
“I think that you’re turned on,” he said quickly. “I think that since you’ve been a good boy and followed my rules, that you’re repressed urges are messing with your head and you’re acting out. Male aggression comes straight from below, there’s no hiding that.”
“I…haven’t disobeyed your rules at all for months.”
“I know it,” he said proud of the kid. “That’s why I want to help you out.”
He perked up like a five year old being offered candy.
"Let's go into the office," he said. Now, Burt had thought about the sexual aspect of his relationship with the boys; as much as it caused discomfort, it led to curiosity. When he had ordered the chastity devices and plugs online, he had also added a few other toys, just because they intrigued him.
He had initially been planning on just getting his baby boy off, the way he'd done before a couple of times, but honestly, the kid had a hand of his own and probably jacked off on the daily, but that wasn't what he needed.
He and his ex wife had played around in the bedroom before (he was an old dude, he wasn't dead) and the large purple vibrator kind of reminded him of that play in his younger days. This one was meant for anal play, of course, but he couldn't help be dragged back to the days of old, so to speak.
He had put batteries in it the previous night, testing the vibrations on the palm of his hand. They could get a little bit intense. It was just what the boy needed. He needed to come so hard wouldn't think with his dick for a few days.
Puck followed him into the office like an obedient little boy. Burt closed and locked the door. His office was small, a chair, a desk, and an old couch that Kurt made comments about every time he was in this very room.
"Undress," he said quickly, marveling at how quick the boy was to jump to obey, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tug his jeans down. Burt went to wash up, as he had been working all day.
When he returned from cleaning up, the boy was standing in the middle of his office, naked. Now, Burt wasn't a gay man. He had nothing against gay men and he adored his gay son, but at the same time he found the sight of the naked boy very appealing.
"I'm thinkig all a boy your age needs is to come so hard he can't see straight, then his brain starts working again. Maybe if we work on that, I won't put you over my knee every day this week."
That earned him a small grumble.
He stopped lecturing, considering that this wasn't a punishment. "You don't get to come until I say so," he said. "Bend over the desk."
Puck reluctantly put himself over the desk and Burt couldn't blame him for the reluctance. Lately he had been thrown over objects and spanked at every moment. He very gently ran his hand over the boy's backside, still marked from his last session. "It was humilliating, being spanked in front of Finn, wasn't it?" he asked.
If the kid didn't get off on humiliation then he wouldn't be here. He winced and Burt was sure he was getting hard against the desk.
"I...yeah," he moaned quietly. "It was."
"Betcha he can't even look you in the eye," Burt mumbled low, getting the lubricant that he conveniently stashed in his desk. "I bet he's embarrassed and ashamed of you and he doesn't even know half of the punishment. I wish that he could have seen you standing in the corner with a bar of soap hanging from your mouth.”
The boy moaned, absolutely moaned.
He opened the lubricant and very gently pressed a lubed finger into to the boy's hole. He stilled and shuddered. "Spread your legs," he ordered and the boy bent, spreading his legs instantly.
"Good boy," he said.
He grunted and pushed back on the finger, so Burt added a little more, two fingers, slowly spreading and scissoring them. The kid bucked in place, thrusting against the desk.
"Easy," he said, spending time using the lube and his fingers to open him up, spread him out.
"Ever have this done to you before?" he asked, gruffly.
"O-once," he mumbled. "This one woman, she liked playing around like that."
"Woman, huh?" he asked, not wanting to know. "Not even a girl. You really are lucky I got ahold of you."
He pulled out the vibrator and touched the tip to the boy's slick entrance. He watched as he tensed and waited, totally submissive to what was going to happen to him. He had trained the boy well. He slipped the thing into him slowly, just a little bit at a time. He squirmed on the desk, grunting from the pain that came before anything else. Kid was used to pain though, all the spankings he'd been given lately, some quite harsh.
He just took it like a good boy.
Burt waited for a moment, once the thing was seated in place, sticking out of him like a neon purple warning sign; then he flipped it on, watching the kid underneath him just buck, helplessly against the table.
He had never really thought about prostate stimulation before, but it was curious to watch the way that it made his kid go crazy.
"Oh god..." he moaned, as Burt moved it experimentally.
His initial intention was to give him a little stimulation from the toy, finish him off, just give him the sexual satisfaction he craved - but now he had another idea. He wanted the boy shaking, begging for more.
He thrust the toy in and out lightly, playing with angles so he could see which one made the boy shoot up, arch his back and groan. That was where he left the vibrator for a few moments, while he busied himself with cleaning up.
“Please,” Puck mumbled and he knew he had factored the desperation in.
“Don’t you come on my desk like a little boy,” he said, as he went through the day’s records and filed them away. “I swear, if you come, the whipping you got the other day won’t seem like anything.”
After a moment of listening to the strong boy positively whimper, he slipped his files underneath the desk and came at Puck from behind, hand on his sturdy shoulder. “Up you go,” he said, lifting him up. The vibrator was still in his ass, threatening to slip out. He practically shoved him over to the couch, on his back. The force shifted the toy back deeper.
“You can come here,” he said, deciding to take pity and touch the kid, but the barest brush of his fingers was all that did it. His boy came, messy, desperate, practically crying, his eyes wet at the corners.
“Good, good boy.”