Author's Note

I intended this to be like... way longer. But then I realized it would be like 20,000 words at this god damn pace so this is,.. part 1? I dunno. It's not edited and I wrote it mostly as stress relief. Who knew I'd continue this? Sure as hell not me. This is slowly becoming my post every fetish including chub's. Whatever stress relief is stress relief and I'm gonna post it.

Also I'm gonna add this because I'm weird.

Obedient

Big Macintosh tried to think of a time in his life in any sort of recent memory of a time where he has squirmed nearly as much as he had since yesterday. The heat that would fill his cheeks at the slightest thought of the previous day was but a constant reminder of just how often he had been squirming. That and his bed alerting just everybody in equestria about how his body writhed in a nearly uncontrollable manor. He had thought that after years upon years of working from sunrise to sunset kicking his hooves up against trees for hours on end wouldn’t leave any sort of room to be sore, but that’s how he had woken up.

His body ached. Each movement he gave since he had awoken and laid in his bed hurt. His forelegs were burning and the slightest bit purple from how he had pulled on and struggled in the rope Caramel had tied around him. He had touched his neck a few times with the tip of his hoof only to know that it was probably shaded in the light purple marks as well. At the time it hadn’t felt like much force, but he had apparently been struggling quite a bit. The memories of the barn lingered in his mind, Caramel tugging on him and pulling on his bindings.

“Squirm for me.”

The steed turned over in his bed and closed his eyes. Just thinking about his bindings brought Caramel’s words back to mind. Involuntarily as if listening to his lover’s demands he crossed his back legs and rubbed them together for several seconds. There was a strange tingling in the pit of his belly that was hard to control. He laid his foreleg on the area that had been filled for so long by his lover which now sat baren. A stream of sunlight was running down the bed that stopped right behind where he set down his hoof. The workhorse wasn’t positive just how long he had laid in this bed with his thoughts swirling around in circles, but needless to say his mind had trouble focusing.

The workhorse’s ear flicked when he heard the sound of running water come from the bathroom connected to his room. The door was firmly shut, but he could hear the sound of running water under the sound of… humming. Just the thought of Caramel humming did indeed bring a blush to his freckled face for a reason other than he had been struggling with since he had awoken. Though the image of Caramel standing there with water running over every inch of his body wasn’t exactly the best solution to his problem.

The steed quickly got up on his hind legs and grabbed a pillow before muffling out a groan and crashing back onto the bed. He was laying on his belly and squirming more. He could smell Caramel’s scent lingering on the pillow… the thought of pressing his face up into Caramel’s belly and chest did nothing but color his senses.

The stallion turned his head and stared out into his bare room. The walls were dark green and the floors hardwood. There was nothing more than a shelf with a few photos of family and one or two of Caramel and him together. Nothing he looked at helped to distract his mind.

Big Macintosh bit down on his lower lips and brought the pillow away from his nose. Normally when he woke up in the mornings even with Caramel by his side he thought about getting two slices of toast and scrambled eggs with a glass of milk on the side, and the same for Caramel. It was a morning ritual that had never quite been broken, only modified when the time came with changes like Caramel becoming his boyfriend and the winter allowing him to sleep in longer for lack of work around the farm. Sure he was late some days such as the rare occasions where he had caught a cold or Caramel managed to distract him with a conversation or even on the rare occasions where Mac had been unable to ignore his body, but it had never been outright broken as it had this morning. After all, he couldn’t just walk around the house with his cock half hard while he cooked breakfast.

The steed began to wonder just why exactly the thoughts that plagued his mind the previous day hadn’t gone away. He had let both him and Caramel have their fill of fun in one way or enough almost the entire day yesterday, do the point where even the muscles in Mac’s own legs and now doubt Caramel’s hips were sore. Even after they had made their late night visit to the shop Big Macintosh thought about it.

Big Macintosh had thrown all the blankets off of him in the night over to Caramel, so they lay stacked up in the crack between the wall and the bed leaving the workhorse exposed to the world. He knew if he laid on his back that the feeling of exposure would only increase. Even when he closed his eyes all it reminded him of was the blindfold that had let so many sensations take his body by control.

“Nghnn…” Big Macintosh struggled in that moment of squirming with a pillow grasped in his forelegs the last time he had audibly whimpered at the the mere thought of something sexual. Caramel’s scent filled his nose again.

“Cum for me.”

This morning had been possibly been the only time in Big Macintosh’s life that he struggled to remember that Caramel was sweet and loving and shy. Big Mac pressed his hooves down to either side of his head and shook it gently before groaning quietly. He could feel his cock grow even more and press down against bed. He turned to his back and looked at it, his body begging him to touch it and release the fire that tormented him. He squirmed his hindquarters and watched his cock sway as well. He touched it briefly with his hoof, the thought of pleasure and release from the thoughts plaguing his mind almost drove him mad. He touched his cock that was dribbling with pre and simply whimpered. The black monster would shoot in less than three pumps if he wasn’t careful.

He thought again about Caramel pulling on his leash… just cumming on his own wasn’t going to make that desire to feel it again leave his head. The workhorse wasn’t positive what had possessed him, but he sat up and slid off the bed. His face was warm, and the feeling of something dangling between his legs only made it warmer. His backside was sore from his legs to his hindquarters. Caramel was more ruthless than he had imagined with just how hard he could pound.

Big Macintosh took several steps to the end of his bed and spotted three black bags that were filled to the brim with items they had purchased the previous day. Though he knew it would only torment him more if he searched through the bag, he was able to spot the green socks that Caramel had chosen for him. They hadn’t got a chance to try any of these the previous night, for even through Mac’s desires he had taken the time to understand him and Caramel both needed a break to eat if either of them wanted to have the least bit of fun today. He saw the end of something long and thin that he recognized as Caramel’s new riding crop… He didn’t want to think about it more, for fear he would only torment himself further. He felt like nothing more than a dog in heat.

The stallions shifted his weight with every step when he drew himself closer to the door up against his left wall. The floorboards creaked, and Big Macintosh bit into both sides of his cheek. The sound of running water grew louder in his ears when he got up to the door. He pressed his hoof down on the wood and swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat. His mouth felt rather dry, and the more he stared at the wood the more his eyes blurred over. Caramel was still humming.

Big Macintosh pressed his ear down against the wood. He felt the cold wood press up to his hot cheek and felt his lips form a smile when he realized Caramel’s hum had turned into him singing in a quiet voice. Big Macintosh couldn’t help but chuckle at Caramel straining to keep his voice quiet. His pitch was poor and voice nothing spectacular, but Mac still felt his chest grow warm nonetheless. He was distracted just long enough to almost forget why he had rushed over to this door in just a hurry… that was until he moved his hoof to the doorknob and felt something sway between his legs.

“S-Sugarcube?” Mac didn’t mean for his voice to stutter when he took a step into the steamy bathroom, but it did. His blue bathroom was filled with so much steam that he could barely make out Caramel’s outline through the curtain.

“Geh!” Caramel’s singing scratched like a record and without any warning his hooves slammed down hard onto the lever inside the shower. In just a moment all the screaming of running water had ceased and the loudest sound in the room was soon replaced by Caramel’s ragged breathing. Mac could almost hear his heartbeat from the other side of the room. “M-Mac?”

Caramel opened the shower curtain slowly until only his head peaked out. Mac could see the outline of the rest of his body behind the clear curtain, yet only focused on his head and mane which were still dripping with water. His cheeks were pink and his lips were trying to force a smile despite his crystal blue eyes darting around the room.

“Y-You should really knock, y’know,” Caramel mumbled quietly. His expression relaxed when he got a good look at Big Macintosh, though he didn’t seem to notice what was dangling between his lovers legs. He opened up the curtain and Mac struggled not to look away. His heart gave a single loud pound that might have beat harder than Caramel’s own. Caramel was dripping wet and thankfully free of any soap he might have been using. “I didn’t even know you were awake.”

“Ah’ve been up fer a while,” Big Macintosh responded. He walked up slowly to Caramel over the tiled floor and put a smile on his face. He extended his neck and pecked his lips against Caramel’s cheek. He tasted like cinnamon and flowery shampoo. Mac put his hooves over the edge of his large white tub and grabbed one of Caramel’s own hooves. “Ya sound real cute when ya sing like that.”

“Y-You heard me?” Caramel writhed where he stood and looked away, though Mac held his hooves tightly so he wouldn’t be able to cover up his face. The workhorse chuckled and nodded his head. Caramel squirmed in place and Mac watched the droplets of water fall from his body. Mac leaned forward for a kiss, his chest pressing up against Caramel’s. He could feel his lover push him away. “W-Wait Mac, I’m all wet still!”

“Ah don’t care,” Big Macintosh stated. He climbed himself into the bathtub slowly and pressed his hooves down into the small puddle that was left from the shower. The warm water soaked his hooves and Caramel’s body soon pressing up against his own in the small bathtub dampened his fur. He sat down at the end of the tub and grabbed Caramel’s body to hold it close to him. He felt water dribble from Caramel’s body onto his own and feel Caramel squirm in his grasp.

“Now you’re gonna have to dry off too,” Caramel mumbled softly. He rested his hoof on Mac’s chest and soon propped himself up several inches. Mac’s forelegs were on either side of Caramel’s body, Caramel resting between. His cheeks were clearly darkening in color when he felt Mac’s half hard cock press up to his belly. The tub was barely big enough for Mac to take a bath in alone, let alone support his lover without having Caramel lay on him. Mac lowered his hoof and pressed them it against the side of Caramel’s belly. Caramel looked away from his lover when the workhorse gave a grin. “Why are you always so hard to argue with when you’re like this?”

“Dunno,” Mac responded.

“Did you think about yesterday at all?” Caramel moved up closer to Big Macintosh’s face and pressed his lips to Mac’s lower chin. “Did you have fun?”

“Thought ‘bout it a little… M-Mostly when Ah woke up.” The workhorse shrugged his shoulders. He could feel his heartbeat quicken when Caramel squirmed on him. He could see Caramel’s lips wiggle, resist the smile that both of them knew he wanted to give. He eventually broke and began giggling the more Mac smiled down at him. The steam in the room was finally beginning to clear when Mac squeezed Caramel’s belly and pressed his lips to Caramel’s forehead. Caramel lifted one of his own hooves and set it on Mac’s own, though smile that seemed like it wanted so badly to be on his face soon eradicated. Caramel’s eyes lowered and he soon drew his hoof to Mac and placed it over his beating heart.

“Are… are your legs okay?” Caramel questioned. He moved his eyes up to meet Mac’s for a split second before darting away. He began to trace small circles on Mac’s chest. “I… I know you said last night it didn’t hurt, but they look like they hurt. Y-Your neck too.”

Caramel grabbed Mac’s foreleg in both hooves and ran the tip of one gently over Mac’s bruises. His face twisted into a frown and he simply shook his head.

“Ah’m fine, Sugarcube.” Big Macintosh nodded his head at Caramel. Caramel simply kept holding Mac’s foreleg and frowning. He grabbed Caramel’s hoof and brought it up to his lips before giving it a gentle kiss. “Ah’m just a little too strong ta… ta like doin’ that so much Ah suppose… Did ya enjoy it, though?”

“I liked making you happy,” Caramel admitted with pink flushed cheeks. “And you squirmed a lot and you looked really cute. Your butt has freckles all over it and… A-And I keep thinking about it.” Caramel covered up his face with his hooves and shook his head. “I liked it a lot, okay?”

Big Macintosh’s chuckle turned into an awkward one before he even had the chance to blink. “Ah just got excited… y-yer so much weaker than me but ya could still do whatever ya wanted. Even if Ah got a little hurt Ah didn’t notice it durin’ it. M-Makes me hard just thinkin’ bout it.” Big Macintosh saw Caramel’s eyes widen for a brief moment when he moved his hooves away from his face. Mac’s cock was pressing up to Caramel’s body. “Ah… Ah couldn’t wait fer ya ta come out. Ah… Ah want ya ta have fun with me an’ make me use the stuff in those bags and order me ‘round an…” Mac had to close his eyes, as if that would somehow keep Caramel from seeing his dark red blush. “P-Please, Sugar. Ah don’t wanna force ya, w-we can do other stuff if ya want. Ah like bein’ top still and kissin’ ya and grabbin’ ya… but Ah can’t stop thinkin’ bout it.”

Caramel twisted his lips. “We spent all that money at the shop,” Caramel bit into his lower lip and shut his eyes. “Do you think that… that stuff is gonna hurt you too? I mean, O-One or two of those are meant for hitting you. I don’t wanna hurt you. I don’t wanna make you hate something you like as much as you do.”

“That’s why we got a safety word.” Big Macintosh ran his hoof down Caramel’s cheek. “Ah’m scared of hurtin’ ya when we do what we normally do, even if it ain’t as tirin’. Ah think Ah can handle ya orderin’ me ‘round some. Ah’m yer big strong boyfriend, remember?”

“You still bruise,” Caramel mumbled. He writhed some more, though he stopped when he felt Mac’s bulge press down onto him.

“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh attempted to smirk, though it came off much more embarrassed.

“Do we have to tie you up again?” Caramel pressed his head down to Mac’s chest and onto his beating heart. “The collar should be fine, right? We got you a new one, remember? But I don’t wanna make your legs any worse.”

“We don’t gotta tie me up,” Big Macintosh said when he shook his head. He grabbed Caramel’s chin and brought their lips together and kissed Caramel about three times within ten seconds before holding him close. Caramel giggled and Mac couldn’t hold back his smile. “Ah love ya, Caramel.”

“I love you too, Freckle-butt.” Caramel smiled in return. “When do you wanna start, though? T-This is probably gonna take a while if you wanna go through that whole bag…” Caramel paused briefly and bit his lower lip at just the thought. “A-After breakfast?”

Big Macintosh remained silent. He stared into Caramel’s eyes. There was a good silence for at least thirty seconds before Caramel blinked and returned to reality.

“Now?” Caramel raised his eyes. Big Macintosh could feel his cheeks flush and he nodded his head. Caramel was giggling again, but it was the same kind of giggle that just made Caramel sound so… demeaning… Caramel was teasing him.

“Can you at least help me dry off, big boy?” Caramel laughed. He squirmed his way off of Big Macintosh before the steep felt his half hard cock be freed. Caramel’s belly jiggled just a bit when he sat down in the tub, and Big Macintosh felt himself lick his lips. “Y-You really are just a big puppy dog sometimes, you know that.”

“We did buy me a collar,” Big Macintosh mumbled. Caramel was looking down at Mac’s cock, yet he didn’t say anything about it.

“Can you get me my towel?” Caramel asked. He nodded to the rack beside the tub near Mac’s head. Big Macintosh grabbed it quickly and held out his hoof to Caramel, beginning to squirm his own body up to get out of the tub before Caramel shook his head. Big Macintosh paused and found himself frowning, confused even to Caramel’s response.

“Dry me off, okay?” Caramel asked. Big Macintosh could see that his cheeks were already a light shade of pink. The workhorse blinked and looked down to the towel in his hoof and back to Caramel before slowly reaching out his hoof and setting it down against his lover’s body.

“Uh, alright, Sugar.” Big Macintosh nervously began to move his hoof slowly up and down Caramel’s chest to soak up the water. He realized his hooves were moving slowly and cautiously. Something about the way Caramel was smiling made his heart beat quicken. It wasn’t the same nervous smile he usually wore, but a more devious one. Big Macintosh bit into his cheek when he moved his hoof down lower on Caramel’s body.

“You’re really obedient, aren’t you?” Caramel giggled in a tone that sounded much like his usual self, though his words made the fire begin to return in Mac’s body. The workhorse opened his mouth for just a moment, but felt it go dry. He couldn’t do anything more than nod in response. “Y-You’re like a good little puppy, aren’t you? Once you get in your cute little collar and leash you’ll look the part.”

“Ah uh… Eeyup…” Big Macintosh could barely get the words out without squirming his entire body at the thought.

“T-That didn’t sound mean, did it?” Caramel questioned. Big Macintosh couldn’t respond with anything but a shake of his head. “I mean… I know you’re not a dog.” Caramel put a hoof to his face and shook his head. “W-Wait, that sounded dumb.”

“Yer doin’ fine,” Big Macintosh felt strange comforting Caramel when it was his voice that was quiet. He wondered if his lover was simply not paying attention to his growing cock. There was a moment of silence where Mac simply dried one of Caramel’s legs before Caramel nodded his head to continue.

Caramel’s forelegs squirmed itself up onto the side of Mac’s body, as did his other one. Caramel was leaning to the back of the tub with most of his body exposed. His cheeks were still pink with a blush, but it was clear he was struggling to keep his face calm and to hold that devious smile. Mac slowly moved the towel over Caramel’s belly.

“You’re staring at me, Mac.” Caramel stated. It wasn’t a question. He placed one hoof on Mac’s own and pushed it away from his belly before he placed his hoof down onto his own belly and began to rub in circles. The way it moved and jiggled with every touch made Mac’s mouth water. “Y-You uh…” Caramel mumbled off briefly, but Mac was too focused on Caramel’s wet body along with his belly that his boyfriend kept rubbing. “You like to touch me… r-right?” There was just a hint of uncertainty in that last word.

“Eeyup.” Big Macintosh nodded his head all too quickly. He lifted his hoof hesitantly, the sight of Caramel’s body almost making him forget the role he was supposed to play. Caramel reached up his own hoof and grabbed Mac’s own. He shook his head slowly and Mac found himself squirming in place once more. Caramel was trying awfully hard to make himself look at irresistible as possible. Mac could only wonder why he didn’t try to play up his body like this when he was allowed to be sudden and didn’t have to follow orders.

“You’re so impatient,” Caramel giggled. Mac bit down on his lip. His cock had been begging for release for at least an hour at this point. “But you’re not allowed to do anything without me telling you too… A-Alright? I don’t think I’ll be happy if you… d-disobey me…”

Once again Caramel sounded uncertain, but he was clearly much better than the previous day. Mac nodded his head quickly again. He placed both hooves down between his legs and tried not to squirm too much for fear of teasing his already hard cock any further.

“Remember how good it felt when I was pounding you senseless… I made you beg.” Caramel struggled to hide the genuine surprise in his tone when he finished that thought. “I actually made you beg.”

“Show me your cock.” Caramel demanded. He lifted his hind leg and pressed it down between Mac’s own two. He pulled out his lover’s cock slowly and saw that it was already fully hard. Mac couldn’t fight it if he tried. “You’re really into this, Frecklebutt.”

“S-Sugar…” Mac nearly whimpered. Caramel lifted his hoof and drug it roughly over the head of Mac’s cock. Mac flinched and Caramel squeezed the head. He moved his other hoof down to the balls and stroked them with the tip of his hoof to tickle Mac. Mac did in fact whimper this time. He was helpless, and Caramel’s body laying there in the open made his heart pound like a drum in his chest. Even worse he began to rub at his belly again, using his other hoof to slide slowly up and down Mac’s hardened black cock. It was dribbling pre all over Caramel’s hoof.

“You whined like this yesterday, too.” Caramel laughed. Mac closed his eyes and tried not to look at Caramel. “You’re so big and strong but you whine like a little mare when a stallion like me orders you around, huh?”

“E...E-Eeyup.” Mac responded. “Ah… Ah love ya orderin’ me ‘round.”

“Good boy,” Caramel said in a deviously cheerful tone. When Mac made the mistake of opening his eyes he saw Caramel lick his lips. His hoof was still stroking and pinching and giving his cock gental slaps. All while leaving his body in a horribly erotic position. He even spotted Caramel’s own cock not even half hard between his legs. It swayed around at every stroke he gave. Mac felt like panting at the sight of it. Every time he came close to cumming all over his boyfriend Caramel would stop. So much stroking and teasing and tickling of his cock. “Maybe I should fetch your blindfold."

"Ngnnn..." Mac whimpered.

"What's wrong, Frecklebutt?" Caramel giggled. He grabbed Mac's cock and gave it two quick pumps and then stopped. "Little on edge?"

"S-Sugar... C-Can Ah please cum?" Mac asked. His cock was dribbling so much that he was surprised he hadn't exploded yet. He wanted to whine and beg and squirm, but Caramel's giggling only made him blush.

"You beg like a cutie." Caramel licked his lips. "You did yesterday too."

Mac was getting hot and bothered at the memory. His cock was stiffening. He pressed his hooves down onto Caramel’s belly and tightened his hold. Caramel quickly pushed him off and before Mac even had the chance to blink Caramel was on top of him in the tub. The world had spun around and before he knew it. Caramel covered his eyes with his hoof, to make him squirm more or so Caramel’s blush wasn’t visible Mac wasn’t sure, but he was sure that Caramel’s free hook was sliding it’s way up Mac’s neck before grasping itself over his chin and squeezing. Mac felt suddenly much weaker than he should have considering it was Caramel of all stallions who was pushing him around.

“You’re not nearly as loyal as you should be,” Caramel chuckled. It was rare for his tone to sound so deep when he laughed. He lifted both hooves and placed them on Mac’s cheeks. He was forced to stare up at the ceiling and couldn’t get a good look at Caramel’s face aside from his mane. Before he had any time to consider that matter Caramel pulled his head forward and their lips met for just a moment before he pulled away. “Tell me what you did wrong.”

“Y-Yer really cute, Sugar.” Big Macintosh mumbled softly when they came apart. When Caramel kissed his cheek Mac felt his blush return. “An Ah… didn’t…. Ah wanted ta… Ah disobeyed ya.”

“C-Can you go get your collar and leash?” Caramel let his eyes meet Mac’s own for a moment before his pupils darted away. He raised his hoof and placed it on the bottom of Mac’s chin to hold his head in place. He pressed his lips softly to Mac’s nose. “I need something to pull on when you don’t listen to me. That and I need to use my new riding crop some.”

Big Macintosh didn’t smile, he simply nodded his head and rose slowly from the tub. He towered over Caramel yet he felt nothing but small after those words. When he got out of the tub Caramel’s hoof followed him and squeezed his butt to make Mac jump and let out a yelp. He was much more vicious than he had ever been before.

“S-Sorr… W-Wait.” Caramel shrunk just a bit before he giggled. He leaned over the edge of the tub and squirmed his body around. “No I’m not.”

Mac wasn’t positive if he should be terrified or excited just how much Caramel was getting into character. Either way he had the feeling he was in for a very… erotic day.