A/N: A month without updating, she comes back with a tag...

"Now's where it gets rougher." Ringo stated. George blinked and cocked his head.

"Which means?" The nerves clear in his voice.

"Like I said before, you need to be trained in as many areas as possible. So far we've covered the basics, 'vanilla' if you will." Ringo paced as he talked, George following him with his eyes. "We won't do anything too hardcore just yet, but we'll introduce you to light bondage to start." George shivered at the thought of handcuffs, gags, obcene toys, and the trademark slap of leather on skin. As of now, he was wearing pink knickers with black lace and sheer, thigh-high socks. Colored blood red.

"I-it won't hurt, will it?" He asked timidly. Ringo picked up on his nervousness as his fingers fidgeted in front of his stomach. He hesitated for a moment while he thought of the most delicate way to word his answer.

"Well... to be frank... It will, at times. I won't subject you to the more advanced forms of bondage just yet." He dragged out the 'u' sound while addressing George. Who was sitting cross-legged on the bed with Ringo standing at the foot of the bed. "Once again, we're just going to introduce you to bondage slowly. But eventually, yes, it will get painful." George licked his dry lips and took a deep breath.

"Okay. I'm ready... I guess."

--{[Time skip sponsored in part by the daddy moustaches of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band]}--

"Mmhh mffh" Was all George could utter with the ball gag preventing him from saying 'Oh fuck'. He balled his hands into fists and tugged on the silk binds on his wrists. Oh, and did I mention he was blindfolded? Now only able to hear and feel Ringo, his senses were heightened and it was all strange and new, in a pleasurably odd way. Ringo's hot breath fanned over his neck as he nibbled on his jawline and toyed with his nipples. He moved his mouth to one of them, making George curl his toes and groan again. He could feel his 'daddy' smirk against his chest as his tongue flicked his hard nipple. One of his hands trailed teasingly down his chest and stomach, down to his knickers that confined his painfully hard member.

"So hard for your daddy already." Ringo's voice cooed sinfully in George's ear. He felt a shiver ripple down his spine, making him whimper due to his sensitivity to basically every simple touch. Ringo dragged the knickers down his legs and tossed them to the side. His cock slapped against his stomach and another desperate moan was barely audible past the red ball strapped to his mouth. Ringo took the gag off of George's mouth and tossed it over his shoulder.

"I want to hear you scream my name." He slapped his hand across George's thigh, who had them squeezed together. George could feel every single brush against his overstimulated skin to compensate for his lack of vision, leaving behind goosebumps with every touch. Ringo slipped two fingers in the other's mouth, moving them around George's wet tongue to coat them in his saliva. He pulled them out and teased his hole, causing him to resist against his binds and curl his toes.

"Shit Ring- daddy, oh fuck!" He whined as Ringo's teeth nipped at his cock while his finger slipped inside him.

"You like your daddy's tongue on your big cock don'cha?" Ringo growled teasingly before he pushed in another digit and roughly licked George's shaft.

"Oh fuck, faster!"

"Just seeing you like this," George whimpered at the loss of Ringo's fingers. "Oh I could just come right now and leave you like this all night." He drawled, dragging a finger up the length of George's dick.

"N-no..." He gasped.

"'No' what? I want to hear you beg me to shove it in your pretty little ass." George hesitated with his words until a hand tugged on his throbbing member.

"Ah- fuck me daddy! F-fill me up with your big cock!"

"There's a good boy." He adjusted George's binds so he could turn him onto his stomach. Ringo lifted him up by his hips and smacked his arse. George yelped and held himself up on his knees and elbows.

"Oh God!" He mewled as Ringo pushed himself in. Ringo's teeth grazed the other's shoulder as he roughly thrusted his hips into George's. He arched his back, biting down on his lip as loud moans dared to escape them.

"I want you to count for me, doll." George nodded, only vaguely sure of what Ringo would do.

Smack
"O-one..."

Smack
"Ow, two!"

Ten more (give or take) later, George's ass cheek and Ringo's hand were red and raw. George whimpered as the others thrusts became painfully slow.

"Daddy please..." Ringo stopped moving completely and panted heavily.

"Please what, kitten? Tell me what you want." George bit his lip for what felt like the millionth time that day before answering.

"Let me come! I can't take it a-anymore!" His voice was cracking from how unusually high it was. Ringo smirked from his eagerness.

"Then move." Ringo watched in awe as George basically fucked himself on his cock, desperate for release. He finaly became impatient and roughly took ahold of his hips and pounded into him until he came screaming "Daddy". With a few more thrusts Ringo's dick twitched, triggering his orgasm.

"Fuck, Georgie." George collapsed in a sweating, quivering heap after Ringo pulled out. He untied him and took the blindfold off his eyes. George didn't even bother opening them and he just lay on his stomach regulating his breathing. Ringo debated whether he should leave or not. But he was quite tired and he nestled under the covers with George. The latter was too exhausted to take notice of the warm arms snaking around his waist as the high faded and sleep blanketed him.

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A/N: Sorty if this was shit, writers block was making me it's bitch with tjis chapter

Most likely not smut next chapter, probs some character development and shit like that. I knoe, cue unanimus groan from the peanut gallery, but I don't want to bore u guys with chapter upon chapter of try-hard bdsm shit.

Don't expect scheduled updates with me, it won't happen. I update when i habe time

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-Sgt. Trashgodessofbeatlemania's Kingdom Club Band (no i did not give myself that title)