Mizfit gone wrong part 4/?
Title: Mizfit gone wrong part 4/?
summery: Miz gets spanked.
characters: Miz Alex riley
warning: spanking. bondage ish. other stuff. im trying to make a plot here but smut is smut is smut
note: Sorry i have been taking my time. If i don't feel inspired I don't force it. Maybe i should. But i also get these tweets from the Actual Miz and I kinda feel bad. weird right? its as if im actually writing about a real person or something! craziness. I have it all outlined so im not just making it up as i go. I just don't always feel the writer in me. scratch that, the pervy writer in me.
Alex reached out for the foot of the bed, aiming at Miz’s feet. Dodging Alex’s hands the Miz started jerking his legs, kicking aimlessly. The bigger man jumped on the bed, covering half of The Miz’s body with his own. The Miz continued to thrash about as much as his bindings tolerated. His muscles flexed and he was breathing heavily through his nose.
Moving quickly, Alex gripped The Miz’s tights from under his own body. Without looking at the man tied to his bed, he gave those tights a good tug. The elastic fabric jerked past The Miz’s bottom, exposing him. The Miz immediately cried out, gag still in place. His fast breathing quickened as he fought for his only piece of clothing. Kicking and shaking, he wondered how no one managed to know what was going on. No one managed to hear or wonder or even want to know what was happening at this very minute. Alex slid off him while simultaneously pulling free the tights from Miz’s legs. The Miz whimpered at his nakedness. His eyes were huge and Alex could see drops of sweat sparkling from all over The Miz’s body.
Alex had imagined seeing all of his mentor. He had dreamt about what it might be like to touch the Miz when he was at his most vulnerable. It never occurred to Riley that his dreams would manifest themselves the way that they were currently. There was no dinner, music or roses. Riley had not been out on a romantic date or swept up in the excitement or a moment. The reality was very different. Alex was not admiring The Miz and The Miz was not admiring Alex. There was no passion beaming from the Miz’s eyes. There was only fear. Lots and lots of fear. Alex could vomit from Miz’s look of fear and the feelings it gave him.
Alex swallowed.
He couldn’t think about that right now. Things have changed. He had a new dream now. And dreams like his don’t come without sacrifice.
Alex jumped back onto the bed.
The Miz let out another horrible yelp. He was panicked. Alex couldn’t see any thought coming from the older man’s mind. His nakedness had effected The Miz a great deal. He was struggling but Alex could feel The Miz shaking under him as well.
While fighting with the Miz’s frantic legs, Alex worried that the Miz might be taking all this the wrong way. His brow furrowed at the thought. Had he been unclear about his intentions with the naked man? Alex shook his head. He couldn’t think about that now. He had to get this over with before he lost his nerve. Alex took a deep breath.
Alex leaned toward one leg and held tightly to the other. With his neckties in hand, Alex lifted the Miz’s one leg above his head. Stretching him to the head of the bed, Alex began looping the tie around his ankle. The Miz groaned uncomfortably as his leg muscles were being stretched further than he would have ever liked. Alex took note of his discomfort and gave the tie a small amount of slack before he secured the other end to the head of the bed.
Once knotted, Alex jumped off The Miz and repeated his last action, mirroring the tie with the other leg. Alex stepped back, breathing deeply. The Miz looked beyond uncomfortable. His arms and legs met each other at the headboard while his bare bottom became the closest thing to Alex and his belt.
“You know why I’m doing this, right?” Alex’s voice asked, echoing in the room. The Miz was more silent than he had ever been. Alex could only hear his harsh inhaling through his nose. A few whimpers could be heard if you listened closely. It was the noise of a man who was trying his hardest not to cry.
“You need to learn… you’re not the only person in the world, Mike.” Alex said, his hands stroking the leather belt absent mindedly. He noticed what he was doing and dropped his arms to his sides awkwardly. “Damnit Miz! Don’t you want people to like you!! Don’t you want to get out of this funk you are in!” Alex combed his free hand through his hair, looking somewhere in the distance. “And before any of that can happen… you need to be brought down a notch or two.” Alex stepped up to the bed. The Miz was still shaking. He looked like he hadn’t heard a word Alex had spoken. “I’m sorry dude. But I got to do this. It’s because I care.”
Alex Riley brought his belt hand back. Then he sent it forward. The first hit, The Miz yelped into his gag. It must have been more from shock because the next two licks didn’t produce anything more than a few grunts of pain from the man. Alex counted to himself. 4…5…6… On number seven, Alex put force behind it. If it didn’t hurt, he wouldn’t remember it, Alex thought. The Miz let out a muffled Yell. His eyes shone with tears. Before The Miz had finished his yell, Alex had whipped him again.
The Miz continued to cry out. The blood was starting to flow from his feet and they started to tingle. Barley noticing, the Miz no longer pulled at his restraints. All his effort and concentration was put to anticipating the next unevenly spaced lash. The Miz winced before each one. He cried out after each wince. This continued until it stopped. The Miz winced. The Miz waited. He almost forgot not to yell out when nothing hit his backside. When he heard the bedroom door shut, The Miz realized he had been closing his eyes. He opened them.
The Miz’s ass stung like it had been physically burnt. He knew he had some marks from the belt buckle somewhere embedded in his hide. His butt was a bright pink-red shining upright at the hotel ceiling.
There was drool down The Miz’s face, half of it dried from before, the other half was fresh from his more recent screams. The Miz’s eyes were puffy and he realized that not all the liquid on his face was saliva. He had been crying and he hadn’t quite stopped yet. The Miz tried to sniff up his remaining tears. He was already embarrassed enough as it was. He almost didn’t care anymore, he was almost ready to just start bawling again, this time without shame. Almost. And maybe he would have too if the door to his room didn’t open again.
Alex walked in, belt nowhere to be seen. Still The Miz drew back.
Without stopping to say hi, Alex walked over to the Miz and undid the ties to his legs. One by one, The Miz’s legs flopped to the bed. Other than that, The Miz was motionless.
Alex bent down with a wet washcloth and began to clean The Miz’s face silently. The only resistance he got was a slight flinch from the man on the bed. When he finished, Alex leaned in to the Miz’s gag. He unlatched it and pulled it free from the Miz’s mouth, making a slight smacking noise. Alex stared into the Miz’s face. The Miz opened his mouth as if to speak. He paused for a second. There was fear in The Miz’s face as Alex glared into it. Looking away, The Miz began to adjust his jaw, without saying a word.
The Miz felt tears well up in his eyes again as he fought them back. He didn’t complain while Alex finished cleaning him. The Miz didn’t make a noise while Alex inspected his backside for harsh marks. He wished he could. The only thing the Miz wanted was to get revenge on his protégé. He was angrier and more embarrassed than he had ever been in his entire life, but the man couldn’t speak. There was a fear in him, but there was more than that. There was a doubt in him. The Miz was helpless, but not just physically. He felt doubt. But the Miz was angry and he was pissed and he was scared. He was scared of that belt hitting him even one more time. That wasn’t the first time he had been hit with a belt. To be honest it was the second time that month, but there was something different between John Cena’s “I Quit Match” and Alex Riley’s idea of punishment. Yet there was also something similar, and that is what ate at him. It’s what kept him from speaking as Alex bent back his head and poured the remaining contents of his water bottle into his mouth. That and his intense thirst.
Without a word, Alex closed the bottle, tilted The Miz’s head down, pecked him on the forehead, and left the room.
The Miz sniveled slightly, feeling the urge to cry manifesting itself more now that he had no one to see his indignity. He could feel his eyes getting red again. The Miz tried not to think of what had just happened to him.
summery: Miz gets spanked.
characters: Miz Alex riley
warning: spanking. bondage ish. other stuff. im trying to make a plot here but smut is smut is smut
note: Sorry i have been taking my time. If i don't feel inspired I don't force it. Maybe i should. But i also get these tweets from the Actual Miz and I kinda feel bad. weird right? its as if im actually writing about a real person or something! craziness. I have it all outlined so im not just making it up as i go. I just don't always feel the writer in me. scratch that, the pervy writer in me.
Alex reached out for the foot of the bed, aiming at Miz’s feet. Dodging Alex’s hands the Miz started jerking his legs, kicking aimlessly. The bigger man jumped on the bed, covering half of The Miz’s body with his own. The Miz continued to thrash about as much as his bindings tolerated. His muscles flexed and he was breathing heavily through his nose.
Moving quickly, Alex gripped The Miz’s tights from under his own body. Without looking at the man tied to his bed, he gave those tights a good tug. The elastic fabric jerked past The Miz’s bottom, exposing him. The Miz immediately cried out, gag still in place. His fast breathing quickened as he fought for his only piece of clothing. Kicking and shaking, he wondered how no one managed to know what was going on. No one managed to hear or wonder or even want to know what was happening at this very minute. Alex slid off him while simultaneously pulling free the tights from Miz’s legs. The Miz whimpered at his nakedness. His eyes were huge and Alex could see drops of sweat sparkling from all over The Miz’s body.
Alex had imagined seeing all of his mentor. He had dreamt about what it might be like to touch the Miz when he was at his most vulnerable. It never occurred to Riley that his dreams would manifest themselves the way that they were currently. There was no dinner, music or roses. Riley had not been out on a romantic date or swept up in the excitement or a moment. The reality was very different. Alex was not admiring The Miz and The Miz was not admiring Alex. There was no passion beaming from the Miz’s eyes. There was only fear. Lots and lots of fear. Alex could vomit from Miz’s look of fear and the feelings it gave him.
Alex swallowed.
He couldn’t think about that right now. Things have changed. He had a new dream now. And dreams like his don’t come without sacrifice.
Alex jumped back onto the bed.
The Miz let out another horrible yelp. He was panicked. Alex couldn’t see any thought coming from the older man’s mind. His nakedness had effected The Miz a great deal. He was struggling but Alex could feel The Miz shaking under him as well.
While fighting with the Miz’s frantic legs, Alex worried that the Miz might be taking all this the wrong way. His brow furrowed at the thought. Had he been unclear about his intentions with the naked man? Alex shook his head. He couldn’t think about that now. He had to get this over with before he lost his nerve. Alex took a deep breath.
Alex leaned toward one leg and held tightly to the other. With his neckties in hand, Alex lifted the Miz’s one leg above his head. Stretching him to the head of the bed, Alex began looping the tie around his ankle. The Miz groaned uncomfortably as his leg muscles were being stretched further than he would have ever liked. Alex took note of his discomfort and gave the tie a small amount of slack before he secured the other end to the head of the bed.
Once knotted, Alex jumped off The Miz and repeated his last action, mirroring the tie with the other leg. Alex stepped back, breathing deeply. The Miz looked beyond uncomfortable. His arms and legs met each other at the headboard while his bare bottom became the closest thing to Alex and his belt.
“You know why I’m doing this, right?” Alex’s voice asked, echoing in the room. The Miz was more silent than he had ever been. Alex could only hear his harsh inhaling through his nose. A few whimpers could be heard if you listened closely. It was the noise of a man who was trying his hardest not to cry.
“You need to learn… you’re not the only person in the world, Mike.” Alex said, his hands stroking the leather belt absent mindedly. He noticed what he was doing and dropped his arms to his sides awkwardly. “Damnit Miz! Don’t you want people to like you!! Don’t you want to get out of this funk you are in!” Alex combed his free hand through his hair, looking somewhere in the distance. “And before any of that can happen… you need to be brought down a notch or two.” Alex stepped up to the bed. The Miz was still shaking. He looked like he hadn’t heard a word Alex had spoken. “I’m sorry dude. But I got to do this. It’s because I care.”
Alex Riley brought his belt hand back. Then he sent it forward. The first hit, The Miz yelped into his gag. It must have been more from shock because the next two licks didn’t produce anything more than a few grunts of pain from the man. Alex counted to himself. 4…5…6… On number seven, Alex put force behind it. If it didn’t hurt, he wouldn’t remember it, Alex thought. The Miz let out a muffled Yell. His eyes shone with tears. Before The Miz had finished his yell, Alex had whipped him again.
The Miz continued to cry out. The blood was starting to flow from his feet and they started to tingle. Barley noticing, the Miz no longer pulled at his restraints. All his effort and concentration was put to anticipating the next unevenly spaced lash. The Miz winced before each one. He cried out after each wince. This continued until it stopped. The Miz winced. The Miz waited. He almost forgot not to yell out when nothing hit his backside. When he heard the bedroom door shut, The Miz realized he had been closing his eyes. He opened them.
The Miz’s ass stung like it had been physically burnt. He knew he had some marks from the belt buckle somewhere embedded in his hide. His butt was a bright pink-red shining upright at the hotel ceiling.
There was drool down The Miz’s face, half of it dried from before, the other half was fresh from his more recent screams. The Miz’s eyes were puffy and he realized that not all the liquid on his face was saliva. He had been crying and he hadn’t quite stopped yet. The Miz tried to sniff up his remaining tears. He was already embarrassed enough as it was. He almost didn’t care anymore, he was almost ready to just start bawling again, this time without shame. Almost. And maybe he would have too if the door to his room didn’t open again.
Alex walked in, belt nowhere to be seen. Still The Miz drew back.
Without stopping to say hi, Alex walked over to the Miz and undid the ties to his legs. One by one, The Miz’s legs flopped to the bed. Other than that, The Miz was motionless.
Alex bent down with a wet washcloth and began to clean The Miz’s face silently. The only resistance he got was a slight flinch from the man on the bed. When he finished, Alex leaned in to the Miz’s gag. He unlatched it and pulled it free from the Miz’s mouth, making a slight smacking noise. Alex stared into the Miz’s face. The Miz opened his mouth as if to speak. He paused for a second. There was fear in The Miz’s face as Alex glared into it. Looking away, The Miz began to adjust his jaw, without saying a word.
The Miz felt tears well up in his eyes again as he fought them back. He didn’t complain while Alex finished cleaning him. The Miz didn’t make a noise while Alex inspected his backside for harsh marks. He wished he could. The only thing the Miz wanted was to get revenge on his protégé. He was angrier and more embarrassed than he had ever been in his entire life, but the man couldn’t speak. There was a fear in him, but there was more than that. There was a doubt in him. The Miz was helpless, but not just physically. He felt doubt. But the Miz was angry and he was pissed and he was scared. He was scared of that belt hitting him even one more time. That wasn’t the first time he had been hit with a belt. To be honest it was the second time that month, but there was something different between John Cena’s “I Quit Match” and Alex Riley’s idea of punishment. Yet there was also something similar, and that is what ate at him. It’s what kept him from speaking as Alex bent back his head and poured the remaining contents of his water bottle into his mouth. That and his intense thirst.
Without a word, Alex closed the bottle, tilted The Miz’s head down, pecked him on the forehead, and left the room.
The Miz sniveled slightly, feeling the urge to cry manifesting itself more now that he had no one to see his indignity. He could feel his eyes getting red again. The Miz tried not to think of what had just happened to him.