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“Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!”
Dustin swore repeatedly, tripping over himself and the clutter amongst his bedroom floor as he struggled to put his left shoe on. He had thrown together an outfit last minute, his ‘Hellfire’ tee shirt crumpled and sloppily tucked into his jeans. He had been enjoying a well needed after school nap, one his body had easily slipped into after pulling an all nighter to play video games. And though his nap had consumed him deeply, it had been a mistake to say the very least.
Today Eddie Munson, leader of Hellfire, had scheduled a campaign for the day. Eddie was a pretty sweet person, a two time repeated upperclassman and a goddamn amazing dungeon master but he was strict. He didn’t like cheaters, liars or thieves but what he really couldn’t stand…was disrupting his schedule, delaying a campaign. This is why Dustin was bolting out of his front door and instantly mounting his bike. He was more than late. He might as well be on death row.
He pedaled like his life depended on it (which it felt like it did), and even when his lungs were burning from shallow oxygen intake and his legs were cramping with exhaustion, the poor boy kept pushing on. He finally made it to the Hellfire hideout completely in shambles. He took a guilty moment to catch his breath and prop up his bike. He’d rather not run into the lion’s den heaving and clutching his chest.
As Dustin walked inside though, his chest was tight for a different reason. The campaign had not started but instead the guys were all sitting around the table with bored and irritated expressions. Eddie was sitting at the head of the table, his emotions unreadable. The man had always been unpredictable.
Dustin stepped inside, clearing his throat, “I’m sorry I’m late guys-,” he glanced towards the head of the table, “Eddie. I overslept but I came as fast as I could. I’m here now.”
There was a thick pause, the air pregnant with tension. Eddie had one of his feet propped in the seat of this throne, his elbow resting on his bent knee. He was rolling a set of dice in his hand, staring down at his restless fidgeting. He cracked a smile and for a moment Dustin had thought he was in the clear until the man slammed the dice onto the table, filling the once silent room with the noise.
“Are you fucking with me right now, Henderson?” Dustin flinched, “Look at your dungeon master when he is addressing you. Or are you too pathetic to give me even an ounce of respect?”
Dustin raised his eyes from the floor before meeting Eddie’s. His eyes were filled with annoyance and maybe hunger but Dustin wasn’t sure if that word would suffice. Eddie quickly got to his feet, pressing his palms into the table as he leaned over it. He resembled the stance he took when the game would get heated and now all of that heat was radiating onto the younger boy.
“In a battle…one where people DIE,” Eddie slammed a hand onto the table, “there is no time for oversleeping my curly-headed child. If a dragon were to come and rip Michael’s head off of his spine, you wouldn’t simply be able to give a weak apology. While he is bleeding out in your arms from your lack of help, a sorry will go unheard. But at least you’re here now right?”
Mike absentmindedly rubbed at his neck, suddenly feeling off at the name dropping. Lucas simply gave him a shrug but neither boy dared to talk. Dustin was in for it and there was nothing anyone could do or say when Eddie got like this.
“No, Dustin… you need to repent. You need to be punished for your disruption today. I want you to feel something.”
Eddie began to cross the room as everyone’s eyes followed. Everyone knew where he was headed and Dustin swallowed audibly. Mounted to the wall was Eddie’s beloved paddle. It was a nice cherry wood with a glossy red finish. It was worn from use and ‘E.M.’ was engraved into the handle. Dustin felt his hands start to sweat as Eddie gently took it from the wall, caressed it with his hand then gave it a loving kiss. Everyone around the table grew antsy.
Eddie pulled out a chair to the front of the room, sitting in it promptly.
“Everyone give your full attention to Dustin and I. If I catch anyone trying to look away or stop me, you will be next.”
There was an agreement signed to be within Hellfire, one that gave Eddie an upper hand in domination over the boys. Everyone had read and signed so moments like these were never a surprise. All eyes were on Eddie as he beckoned Dustin over with simply an index finger, pulling the boy over on shuffling, hypnotized feet.
“Drop your jeans and undies, Henderson. You won’t be needing them from here on out.”
Dustin was bright red in the face but brought his trembling hands to his belt buckle. He was one of the best behaved and this was his first time under the paddle. Usually he could talk himself out of repercussions but today Eddie seemed to be on his last straw. The boy dropped his jeans, then his striped boxers before laying himself across Eddie’s knee. Dustin held himself up with his hands on the floor while Eddie locked him in place by throwing his other leg over both of Dustin’s.
The kid’s ass was presented to the dungeon master proudly. Dustin felt the cool touch of the wood pat his bum, making him shiver. He was so hypersensitive in this position and it didn’t help that his dick was pressed against his stomach and Eddie’s knee. His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp THWACK as the paddle slammed down on his ass, knocking the wind from him.
The pain was immediate and intense and tears pricked his eyes. Another hit followed right behind, this time getting a small grunt out of the boy. Eddie’s large hand rubbed over the warming skin of his ass, spreading the sting. He went straight back to padding the boy, this time starting a steady rhythm. He made sure to keep the hits directly in the center of Dustin’s ass, sending him nice heavy-handed hits. The boy was starting to squirm now. Even more embarrassing, he was getting hard against Eddie’s thigh. His squirming wasn’t helping, it only aided in giving him a bit of friction.
Dustin’s grunts of pain were slowly becoming whines of pleasure though he tried to play it off. As much as it hurt he was getting off to the power play and the humiliation. He started to buck his hips a bit more to relieve some pressure, mentally hating himself for how clouded his mind was. He had always been a little jealous of the other boys when they would get to be over THE Eddie Munson’s knee. He’d long to feel the callousness of his hands or even be in a position so intimate. Dustin had once…or many times, jerked off to the idea of Eddie taking charge with him. How couldn’t he when the man was such an amazing Dungeon Master. He admired him.
Eddie paused to massage the burning in Dustin’s ass. He had turned the skin a sizzling bright red. He could feel the poor boy’s erect cock and it made him smirk. It made him fuzzy in the brain to know the boy was getting off to his punishment.
“Everyone leave. The campaign is off.” Eddie hummed, waving his hand at the table.
No one dared to groan or complain as they packed up. As each one passed to leave, Eddie made Dustin apologize to them, pulling the boy’s head up by his hair so he could look at them when he spoke. When the room was clear Eddie leaned over him.
“Now it’s just you and me.” He dropped the boy’s head, going back to massaging his sore ass.
“Do you know why I told them to leave?”
Dustin hiccuped, barely acknowledging he had been crying, “Because I ruined the campaign..”
“Wrong. You’re throbbing against my leg sweetheart, getting off to your punishment.”
Dusin froze. Of course he had noticed, how couldn’t he have.
“I’m sorry, Eddie-“
Eddie delivered a hash smack, “Address me properly.”
“I’m sorry…sir.”
Eddie nodded, going back to his steady rhythm.
“Go ahead and hump daddy’s thigh if you need to. I’m not stopping until you cum, kid.”
Dustin shivered, doing just that. He began to let his moans slip as the sting in his ass built his climax. He winced every time the wood made contact, bucking his hips forward in time. His dick was slightly sore from the material of Eddie’s pants but it was too good to give up. He came with a shout, spilling his white seed over Eddie’s black pants. The dungeon master finished the assault with a final smack. He pulled the kid into his lap, throwing the tool to the ground. He let Dustin bury his face into his neck and let him cry.
“I forgive you for being late,” he said after some time. He rubbed the sniffling boy’s back.
“Thank you sir.”
“Of course, hun. Don’t let it happen again.”