(: No one told me the name of Chris's boyfriend and that was pretty upsetting. So this whole chapter took forever because I tried to find his name and I couldn't! So then I had to make this whole chapter without knowing the guys name. Which is actually a LOT harder than you might think! But that doesn't matter now. It's done and posted so... Please enjoy it! :)

They had been dating for a long time, soon to be a year actually. Chris was a very open guy. Really easy and outgoing... Very flamboyant as well. There was one thing he didn't tell anyone though... Something he had kept personal.

He now thought it would be a good time to bring it up to his boyfriend. On the night of their one year anniversary, they came through the door, stumbling and stripping their jackets off as they kissed passionately. They made their way up to their bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind.

The second they fell onto the bed Chris mentioned it, "I want you to hurt me."

His liver pulled back, "You want me to what?"

"I want you to hurt me. Use me, humiliate me, whatever you desire. Leave marks, leave scars, I don't care. Just... hurt me."

"My, my, my... is someone a masochist?"

"You know what that is?!" Chris shouted, amazed.

"Of course I do. I'm a sadist. I just didn't think you would be into that. You always loved when we had sex and I was sweet to you."

"I do love that, yes. But I like the pain too from time to time."

Chris felt a shiver go down his neck as his new fiancee licked a line across his sweet spot. "Do you want Master to give it to you?"

Oh, fuck he's good already.

"Yes, Master, please.."

"You know I have toys for this? This time of pain kink. Enough to cause harm but not damage. Your body is too beautiful for permanent damage, my little whore."

Chris moaned out loud at the name, loving the degradation he knew he would be receiving. Chris felt his hands being tied to the headboard above him but he didn't dare to comment on it. He said he would let his lover do anything he wished, and that's what he would do.

The younger Male left the room, leaving Chris painfully hard from their teasing at the restaurant and the makeout they had had on their way in, as he went to his closet to retrieve his box of pain- Toys. His box of toys... yeah.

When he came back Chris was on his stomach trying to rub his erection away into the mattress, to no satisfaction unfortunately for him.

The box was set on the floor and quietly opened as a whip was removed. And with one flick of his wrist, the whip was snapped onto the European man's bareback, leaving a red line.

Chris gasped, "I didn't know you were in here, Sir."

Again.

"Ah!" Chris didn't dare turn back but he did want a response. "Sir?"

One word. "Count."

Snap.

"One." It came out as a whisper.

"Louder or start over."

Snap.

"Two!"

Again.

"Three! Sir, please- Ah!"

"Fucking count!" the whip hit different spot each time for the next 5 minutes or so. Chris's back was covered.

"Th-Thirty...S-S-" Chris's hiccups prevented his speech from flowing freely but he knew he had to finish it. "S-seven. Thirty-Seven... Master."

He was turned around, his fresh whip wounds coming into contact with the sheets. He whimpered and let his Master speak, "You're so sexy when you cry."

He licked the tears off of Chris's cheeks and kissed him deeply. The older males sobs were caught in the kiss. Chris really wanted to touch him but that clearly wasn't going to happen since his hands were still tied. When the kiss ended Chris nearly died at what he saw.

"Um... what's the candle for?"

His soon-to-be husband smirked and let the candle wax fall onto his little masochistic lover. Chris's breath left his body all at once as more drops began to cover his chest and stomach.

Soon there were barely any bare spots on Chris's chest. His toned stomach followed in suit. Then his lover spoke. "I want to take this mess off of you. But only in a fun and painful way. Are you fine to do it?"

"Yes, Master, I will take it."

"Good. Cause I was going to do it anyway." And then the flogger hit, letting some of the wax fall off.

"Wait-"

Again.

"Sir-"

And again.

"Master!"

And again.

"I'm-"

Last times the charm...

"Coming!"

Chris came hard, his own body's instinct to curl in and protect himself from whatever made him hurt for that long. His breath was ragged and his back was on fire. He broke out into tears as his hands were untied and he was carried to the bathroom. The water filled the tub and he was set into it. All the touches were gentle and sort of intimate after what had just occurred in the bedroom.

Chris slowly calms down his stream of tears to only a few every couple of minutes. It's mostly silent, only the water and their breathing making any noise. Chris slowly came back to himself, making his lover speak, "Hey, baby?"

He got a small hum for a response which was honestly better than he expected. "Are you coming back to me, my love?"

Chris nodded and looked up at his fiance, "Thank you."

He smiled down at the beautiful man in front of him, "No, thank you."

Chris smiled and played with the bubbles that the amazing man he called 'Master' had put there. He felt a kiss on the top of his head, "My love... I can not wait to marry you."

(: Yay! This is almost a year late lol Poor kinktober! :)