"Oh, please sir, I've been naughty, please punish m- FUCK!" Lance yelped, the smack to his ass taking him by surprise. Okay, he could admit he'd deserved that.

"Knock it off, Lance, or do you not want to do this?" Shiro asked, his voice dry. Lance squirmed a bit.

"No! I do, I do. Sorry." He apologized.

Lance was lying naked on his stomach on what was lovingly referred to as 'the bench'. In actuality, it was not a bench at all, but rather a weird table-couch-hybrid thing. It stood waist high, but instead of the top being metal or wood, it was covered in a plush cushion. It had been quite the shock when one of his explorations of the castle had turned up what seemed to be some kind of Altean sex dungeon, but no one was complaining, least of all Lance.

Lance's ankles were attached securely to the corners of the bench, shoulder width apart, with straps of what seemed like leather. More straps of the leather like material were around his upper thighs, right under the swell of his ass cheeks. There were also straps around his wrists which were at his sides and attached to the thigh straps with a heavy-duty clip. This made it so Lance could not move his arms up, they were trapped at his sides.

Shiro was behind him, shirtless, but still wearing his black pants that Lance loved because of the way they hugged his ass. From what Lance would see of Shiro's face by twisting around, he was not impressed with Lance's acting. He ducked his head and heard Shiro sigh, but he didn't sound actually mad so Lance took it as the victory it was.

"You ready for real this time?" He asked.

"Yes." Lance answered. Shiro shook his head in fond amusement though Lance could not see it, and rolled his neck from side to side, cracking it. He stepped up behind Lance's ass, taking a second to admire it, before raising his hand high and bringing it down on one ass cheek. The resounding smack was obscene, and Lance breathed in a quick gasp. Shiro ignored it.

This was not their first rodeo, and he knew Lance was not even close to being phased. He spanked Lance's ass again and again, moving locations ever few smacks, and trying to vary his speed and pattern. He could hear Lance's breath beginning to quicken, but he knew it was not in pain, but arousal. He brought both hands to the warm brown flesh, though only one could feel it, and squeezed, grasping handfuls of that luscious ass. Lance groaned aloud now, using was little leverage he had to push himself back into Shiro.

Shiro laughed and spanked him again before stepping back and over to the table nearby holding the necessary lube. He poured a generous amount into his palm, dipping the fingers of his flesh hand into the liquid and wasting no time in prodding them gently at Lance's entrance. Lance huffed.

"Come on Shiro, I'm not gonna break. It's not like I'm a virgin, just do me!" He whined. Shiro wrapped his other wet hand around Lance's penis, effectively shutting him up.

"Hush, you're lucky both my hands are wet or I give you a smack you might not enjoy." He warned.

"Ha! Like that could happen." Lance scoffed, but cut himself off with a hiss as Shiro shoved two thick fingers inside him.

"A-ah. Shutting up." He moaned out.

"Yeah, I thought so."

Shiro worked his fingers in and out carefully, feeling for when Lance was relaxed enough to add another. Lance swore he was losing his mind, Shiro was such a fucking tease when he wanted to be. Finally, after what felt like forever to Lance, Shiro pulled his fingers out. He went for the lube again, unzipping his pants and pouring out more into his hand and stroking his cock. He admired his handy work of a pink ass and dripping hole, and stepped between Lance's spread thighs. He guided his dick into the willing body below him, and slowly sank in, both his hands going to Lance's hips and pulling himself closer to the bench. Lance gave one long exhale as he felt Shiro breach him, that long delicious dick filling him up wonderfully. When Shiro was all in, he finally breathed in again and pathetically twitched his fingers back at Shiro, trying fruitlessly to grasp the fabric of his pants and only managing to graze the cloth just barely with his fingertips. Shiro huffed out a laugh and ground his hips in deep, his balls rubbing almost against Lance's.

He pulled back and began to move, his hands still tight on Lance's hips.

"Fuck, you're always such a tight little shit." He panted, even with all the lube and stretching Lance's muscles were still gripping him like a vice.

Lance was limp below him, simply enjoying the ride because he could not contribute much.

"Not my fault you're so fucking big." He said back, not that he was complaining mind you. He stood on his tiptoes and tried to grind back on Shiro's thick cock, but no such luck. Shiro only laughed at his continued attempts, jerk. Shiro began picking up the pace, thrusting into Lance harshly, deep and hard. One hand left his hip and Lance wondered briefly where it had gone before it was back, smacking him hard on his ass.

"Ah!" Lance cried out, more in shock than in pain, and the hand fell again. With each smack, Lance couldn't help but tighten around Shiro's dick inside him and the feeling was exquisite. Shiro must have thought so as well because he moaned loudly, his hand not stopping its spanking, only moving location. Lance was close, the way he was clenching and the pain driving him closer by the second.

Shiro was close as well, Lance's tight little ass almost strangling his dick with every smack. His thrusts speed up as he approached his finish, one last smack and he fell over the edge, dragging Lance's hips close and shoving his cock as far inside the willing body as he could before coming. Lance moaned as he felt Shiro's cock pulse inside him, he was so close his eyes were tearing up, all he had needed was just a bit more.

Shiro slumped over him for a moment, his hands on either side of Lance's head to keep him from falling onto him as he panted and recovered. Once he had caught his breath he rocked back on his heels and began to gently extract himself from Lance. Lance was still breathing harshly under him, still so close yet so far from completion. Shiro eyed the display appreciatively before a wicked thought crossed his mind.

"Lance." He said. "Spread your cheeks baby."

Lance did his best to turn his head and catch Shiro's eye, knowing that voice, but Shiro looked away. Lance decided to give in; he and Shiro were no stranger to rimming; and with the small amount of movement he could attain with his bound hands, dug his fingers into his ass cheeks and spread himself. Shiro smiled appreciatively at the blatant trust Lance was showing him and licked his lips. He stepped to the side of the table so that he was in a better position, and pulled his hand back. He brought his hand down in one sharp motion and with his flesh hand, smacked Lance brutally on his puffy abused asshole. Lance's spine arched into a bow as he let out an unholy shriek. His hands fell from their position and he jerked against the straps holding his legs as he tried to close them and protect himself so harshly that Shiro was worried for a moment they'd snap.

"AHHHH!" He screamed, his fingers twitching unconsciously against his thighs.

"Ah! Ah!" His whole body was wracked with spasms as it tried to process the pain. Shiro tilted his head and noted with a satisfied smile that Lance's erection had not flagged one bit. Lance had stopped his screaming, and was now whimpering Shiro's name over and over. Shiro stroked one hand down Lance's back in a soothing motion before stopping.

"I don't think I told you to stop spreading Lance." He chided. "Hands back where they were." Lance whipped his head to the side. His eyes were wet with as of the moment, unshed tears.

"S-Shiro, no. It- too much! It hurts!" He pleaded, resting his face on the bed and only managing eye contact with one eye. Shiro laughed not unkindly.

"Don't try to deny it you little pain slut, you obviously didn't hate it that much." He reasoned. "Back into position."

Lance shook his head no as much as he was able. "Please, Shiro, nooo. It hurts." He whined, his fingers scrabbled uselessly against the straps. Shiro gave him a gentle smile and leaned down. He kissed Lance sweetly on the forehead and pushed his sweaty bangs out of his face.

"Calm down baby, it's okay. You can do it; I know you can do it. You may not believe in yourself, but I always will. I know you can do this Lance, and I think you'll enjoy it." He said. His hand had started to stroke calmingly down Lance's spine.

"But," He continued. "If you really can't, that's fine too baby." Lance looked up at Shiro adoringly, the older man's praise and belief in him overruling his apprehension. Shiro believed in him, and even if it was only about getting his hole slapped, that belief was a heady feeling. He took a shaky breath and nodded.

"Okay." Shiro kissed him fiercely, his hand cupping Lance's head gently before he pulled back.

"Hands back in position." He said, giving a light tap to Lance's ass.

Lance brought his hands to his cheeks again, digging his fingers in and spreading himself as wide as he could. His trust in Shiro was absolute, but he couldn't stop his fingers from shaking completely. Shiro brought his hand back once more, and slapped down just as harshly on the abused flesh. Lance bit into the blanket savagely, trying to muffle his scream as best he could. He lost the battle and tears streamed from under his closed eyelids with the pain, soaking the fabric below him. He thought dimly, as Shiro spanked his gaping hole again and again, that it sounded louder and almost… wetter each time, and he realized that Shiro's semen must be leaking out of him. Lance moaned, God, wasn't that a fucking image. Shiro's flesh hand slapping his slutty, stretched, cum-leaking asshole. The persistent spankings were starting to numb together, and while he could still feel the pain acutely, his sore asshole felt pleasantly warm.

Suddenly, Shiro jerked his hips up and his Galran hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it hastily. Lance let the blanket fall from between his clenched teeth as he threw his head back in a long moan. Fuck he was so close, his fingers were digging so hard into his flesh he was sure he was going to have bruises.

Finally, with one last horrendous smack, Shiro activated the vibration on his metal hand and Lance came. His back arched so harshly that he could feel it cramping, and he didn't give a fuck. His mouth was open and he barely breathed, not a sound escaping him in the moment of climax. The mix of pleasure and pain radiating from his ass and dick were so fierce that he swore he blacked out for a moment. The next thing he felt was Shiro kissing his way down his legs as he carefully and lovingly undid the restraints. He picked up one of Lance's ankles, rotating it carefully and gently massaging the marks created by the straps before kissing the top of his foot and moving onto the next one. He undid the buckles attaching his wrists to the straps around his upper thighs and carefully moved his limp arms up to his chest. Lance barely felt him removing the thigh straps, and only was aware Shiro has moved at all when he felt him massaging feeling back into his stiff fingers. He kissed Lance's hands reverently, looking into his eyes with such a soft look Lance started to tear up again.

"I love you." Lance said, his mouth barely forming the words in his utter exhaustion. Shiro moved in closer, kissing his forehead once again.

"I love you too, Lance. You were so wonderful. You are always wonderful. Are you okay? Was it too much?" He asked, his brow creasing in worry. Lance smiled.

"No. It was great. You were right. I could do it."

"I never had any doubt. You can do anything baby, you are perfect." Shiro crooned. Lance closed his eyes to keep from actually crying right then and there. God, he loved this man.

"You ready for a bath, baby?" Shiro asked, standing and working his arms under Lance to first turn him, then pick him up princess style. Lance sighed contentedly.

"Yesss. You coming in?" He asked.

"I dunno, you always like it lava hot. I'm not sure if I can." He said, bouncing Lance a bit to get a better grip and walking to the connected bathroom. Lance laughed.

"Baby." He taunted. "It feels great."

"Yeah, well I can't imagine it'll feel great on your ass." Shiro reasoned.

"I don't even fucking care. I can do anything, remember?" He asked, smacking his hand limply against Shiro's bare chest. Shiro smiled down at him lovingly.

"I know." He replied.