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BANG! BANG!
Guns. Something so rare in a Post-Quirk world that they could be considered an endangered species. In a way, it's ironic. There are men with the power to burn buildings down to ashes, become 50'0 giants and crush everything in their path, or be strong enough to throw a simple punch with a shockwave powerful enough to change the very weather.
And yet, a gun; something so simple, crude, and primitive is enough to cause so much destruction even in a world full of powerful Quirks.
[Gun Victim wakes up in hospital bed. Doctors say she'll live.]
Hawks had let go of the breath he was holding as he glanced at his phone. He couldn't believe he was so careless. He gripped his phone in a vice-like grip as he thought back to that evening. How could he be so careless? Hawks has always had something of a smug personality. He knows this, he doesn't care, he knows what he's doing. He always came off as lackadaisical, but Hawks prided himself in knowing what he was doing. Being one step ahead at all times to ensure the job was done.
But he was too slow this time. He was careless; he got sloppy and somebody wasn't just hurt, they were hospitalized. His fundamental job as a hero is to protect people and in the heat of the action, he had failed and someone could've died because of his failure. In the haze of his rage, he clenched the phone within his fist and got ready to throw it over the horizon so it could shatter in the street.
BLEEP! BLEEP BLEEP!
The ringing of the phone caused Hawks to pause. He was getting a text. Snapping back to reality, he retracted his arm, looking over the phone in his fair-skinned hand.
Skin? Right. He wasn't the Wing Hero: Hawks right now. He was out of his Hero Uniform and had slipped into his civilian clothes. He was Keigo Takami, a regular guy who had wings growing out of his back. How nobody pieced together his secret identity was almost boggling, but being able to slip from the public and wind down from Hero Work was a godsend to Professional Heroes.
But then he looked over his phone screen and saw who sent it.
[Enji]
Keigo felt his heart drop. That was Endeavor, and he rarely texted him. Enji Todoroki only texted when someone texted him. But steeling his nerves and swallowing his anxieties, he tapped his phone's screen to look it over.
[I'm coming to your place. I'll be there in five minutes. Be dressed appropriately.]
He grit his teeth. That was what Enji said when he was going to be punished.
Punished. The word rocked inside Keigo's head when the thought came to him. His stomach was in knots and his heart was pounding against his rib cage like a mad drummer. His breathing was shallow and shaky, much like his knees. But, nonetheless, Keigo gulped down the lump in his throat before he opened up his home and stepped inside.
'Click' went the door as he closed it behind him. He gave a deep sigh as he flipped on the lights and walked towards the master bedroom. The blinds were shut, as always. Keigo turned to the mirror, his eyes lazily scanned over himself. Instinctively, his hands clutched protectively of his jacket.
As much as he didn't like it, he knew he'd have to take it off. And quickly, before Enji actually made it to his place. With a deep breath, he started to take off his jacket. It was easy enough, he tossed it onto a nearby chair. He slipped his watch off and placed it on his nightstand. Easy enough.
Now comes his shirt. With another deep breath, he started to pull his shirt off from over his head and let it drop onto the chair. He kicked off his house shoes before he undid the belt of his pants and let them and his boxers drop. Once he had his clothes on the chair, he gave a look over his body.
In all fairness, Keigo had no real need to feel ashamed of his body. He was well in shape; he had a leaner body than Enji or All Might-in his prime, but he still had some noticeable muscle that was mostly covered from his slightly baggier clothes or his really baggy, aviator-like hero outfit. And, while he wasn't exactly hung like a horse, he had a pretty average cock. All in all, he was at least a solid 7 out of 10 and that was a modest estimation on his part.
But whenever Enji was coming over and told him to be 'dressed appropriately', it made him feel incredibly self-conscious about his body. There was no prepping, no grooming, no clothes, and no buffer. Nothing but his shame underneath Enji Todoroki's unforgiving glare that made even Keigo shudder under him.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Keigo nearly jumped out of his skin. Yup, Enji was here. "C-coming!" He called out to him before quickly adding, "s-sir!" Part of him wished he had prepared tea or something, but he knew Enji well enough to know that trying to soften the blow of Enji's anger would only result in his punishment being prolonged.
He dashed on the balls of his feet, hurrying to the door as to not keep Enji waiting, but quietly praying that nobody would be able to see him from behind his lover. He knew Enji never really wanted to publicly humiliate Keigo, that would reflect on him after all, one way or the other. He remembered trying to play that card against Enji the first time, when he started to establish this firm discipline in their relationship. It was a mistake that lead Keigo to not being able to sit for days to come after, but the lesson certainly stuck.
His sweating palm grabbed the doorknob. It always felt colder when he was opening the door for Enji, who had a key to his place. Or maybe it was whenever he was going to be punished, and thus, the bitter breeze nipped at his skin. Whatever the case was, Keigo didn't hesitate to turn the knob and opened the door.
The door creaked as he opened it and saw Enji Todoroki towering over him. Even without his Hellflame Quirk being activated and coating his body in a curtain of roaring flames, Enji was still rather intimidating. Eight inches seemed like such a small difference in their height, yet Enji was casting a shadow that made Enji's blood run cold. Enji's hard stare left Keigo's legs feeling like they had lead weights tied to them, forcing him to stand there, bare and naked.
Only when Enji blinked did time seem to resume. He stepped aside as Enji walked into the house. His steps sent an echo through the house. When the clicking stopped, he could hear the Number One Hero start to change into house shoes.
With the final click of the door being closed, Enji finally spoke. "You know why we're doing this." He could hear him turn around. He could feel Enji's eyes burn into his back and puncture his soul.
"Y-yes."
Enji sneered, a light rustling tickling Keigo's ears. "'Yes' what, Keigo?" Keigo flinched at his tone, but Enji did not let up. "Look me in the eye and say it properly."
At the command, Keigo began to turn and face Enji. Looking into his turquoise eyes with his own golden ones felt daunting. Like he was staring into the burning man. Or maybe into the burning depths of hell. He couldn't really tell one way or the other.
Finally, Keigo managed to say, "yes, sir. I was careless today. Someone ended up in the hospital because of me. I need to be," his voice felt dry, but he forced himself to continue. "I need to be punished, sir."
With a stern nod, Enji nudged with his head for Keigo to lead. As he stepped forward, his eyes drifted downward. He glanced at Enji's hand, seeing a plastic bag. Did he have that when he entered the house? Keigo couldn't remember, his mind was racing so fast that it must not have registered to him. He couldn't make out what was inside the bag, but there was no doubt that he saw a long, elegant wooden spoon poking out of the bag. Normally, it was used for cooking, but Keigo was sure Enji had other plans for the tool.
Thinking about his fate, about his punishment, was making Keigo shiver in terror as he walked in front of Enji and led him to the master bedroom. He felt Enji's ears leer over his ass. Normally, he'd make a smart remark about that. A teasing gesture about how Enji was drooling over his well-toned body like a piece of meat. But such a taunt wouldn't do him any good, neither for his nerves or for his punishment. After all, if his ass was a piece of meat, then that meant that it was about to get tenderized like one.
And it wasn't as though making light of this would help him. Because deep down, he knew he deserved this. It wasn't as though Enji broke down his door and told him how things were going to go. Enji simply gave the offer, warned him that it was his way or the highway, and ever since then, Keigo had always accepted his punishment from Enji.
Thus, when they reached the master bedroom, he let Enji take the lead. The Number One Hero made his way to the master bedroom and took a seat on the edge of the bed. He patted his lap as he looked over Keigo.
"Come here."
Keigo felt his throat dry up again, forcing himself to walk over to Enji. Each step echoed in the room, even if it barely made a sound on the carpeted floor. Once he reached Enji, he started to pull himself over to his lover and lie himself flat against his lap. Flat on his chest, he felt Enji's tone, strong legs dig lightly into his flesh as his manhood was pressed against the larger man's thigh. It wasn't as though he could help it, but the feeling of his dick against the man's strong leg made his face glow a soft, pink color. Only made worse when he felt Enji's big, strong arm grab at him, securing him across his knees. His body was betraying him right in front of Enji. The brunet wished he could enjoy this, but this was a punishment, and he wouldn't be feeling pleasure in a mere moment.
SMACK!
The first, crisp sound of Enji's hand against Keigo's bottom brought a yelp to escape Keigo's lips. The first few smacks were always the worst. Each one felt uneven, both in timing and severity. One hard smack would his one cheek, but the other would get a lighter one, yet with a noticeable sting as Enji flicked his wrist. Then two smacks, aimed lower at the under curves of his ass.
Then pause. Keigo felt Enji rub his ass with his rough, calloused hand. He couldn't help but grit his teeth as she clenched the sheets underneath him. It drove him mad for the moment before Enji resumed with a quick trio of smacks that bounced between his cheeks. They didn't particularly bounce under Enji's hand, as Keigo had a rather firm ass. But that didn't stop Enji from stopping to grab and give a rough squeeze of the winged-man's ass.
Sharp breaths slipped through Keigo's teeth as he felt Enji's hand start to settle into a quick pace. Smacks echoed through the room as the hand of Endeavor bounced from one cheek to the next. It was turning a hot pink color, much to Keigo's displeasure. He grit his teeth to endure it the best he could, but as the spanking continued and Enji became more and more comfortable with the pace, the heat built up in his rear.
Hotter and hotter, Keigo's ass was roasting underneath Enji's unrelenting hand. Now that the Flame Hero had established his rhythm, his heavy would not relent. Left to right to left again, each smack was heavy as the Flame Hero flicked his wrist to leave a lasting sting. Enji would do nothing but pick up more speed as his hand clapped against Keigo's, giving the Wing Hero but a second to recover his breath before another smack hit his unprotected ass. He could see Keigo squirm and hear him let out loose grunts throughout the spanking. Enji could see it hurt. Every wince, every cringe, every shuffle of Keigo's legs as he struggled not to kick his legs against the bed as they trembled and shook.
Another hard crack, getting a louder grunt to escape Keigo's throat. Enji landed a hard smack, aiming lower. The under curves of the ass was a much more sensitive spot. And now, Enji was aiming for them. Keigo couldn't help but let out sharp cries. They hurt so much more than before, and yet Enji did nothing to spank much harder. He gave a quick kick, bucking his hips against Enji's thighs. And yet, Enji's arm continued without pause.
"Stop struggling." Enji scolded.
"S-sorry, sir." Keigo whimpered pathetically. Enji could hear him sniffle, no doubt tears were starting to fall down Keigo's face. He tried to keep his noises down, biting his lower lip before biting at the covers, trying desperately to take his spanking with some kind of quiet dignity. It was in vain, it always was. As his ass grew hotter and redder under Enji's hard, leather-like palm, the both of them knew it was only a matter of time before Keigo was softly sobbing onto the bed.
When Enji had finally stopped, Keigo felt as though his ass was sizzling. It was hot, burning, and sore. His cheeks were a hot, red color, with his sit spots a softer red, but they still stung all the same. Keigo knew the next time he tried to sit for the upcoming week or so, it would be like putting his ass against a stove top.
Enji then said, "we're not done yet." Those words rang in his mind. Was it time for the wooden spoon, Keigo had thought. His fears seemed to come true when Enji began to dig through the plastic bag with one hand. Keigo tried to crane his neck to see, but couldn't get a good look at what he had pulled out. He could see the spoon pouring out of the bag by the handle, but what did Enji pick up?
Then, he let out a gasp. Enji had begun to spread his burning cheeks, getting a sudden cry out of the Wing Hero. "E-Enji?!" He squirmed impatiently, bucking his hips harder against Enji's leg.
POP!
"GAH!" Keigo's cheeks matched his bottom as he felt Enji smack his asshole. It stung, like a hornet's sting.
"Hold. Still." The warning brought Keigo still-or, as still as he could while his legs shook like leaves. Within Enji's opposite hand was a piece of ginger. It was peeled and cut in such a way to resemble something of a cone: with a thin tip that grew wider and rounder at the base. It was similar to a dildo or a butt plug.
Keigo could feel the tip of skinned ginger press against his hole. His eyes grew wide, realizing what was happening as he cried, "E-Enji!? Enji!"
"Hush!" Enji scolded as he pushed the ginger root in. Keigo finally let out a full scream as he felt Enji push it in. It was a tight fit and Keigo was unprepared for it. He wailed as it was pushed into his ass, down to the base of the ginger root.
"E-Enji, p-please." Keigo whimpered as he felt the ginger already start to take effect. It gave a hot, burning sensation as it forcefully stretched his anus.
"This is your punishment." Enji spoke callously as he reached back for the bag and pulled out a wooden spoon. He gave it a small twirl between his fingers before clenching the handle. "And we're not done yet."
CRACK!
Keigo gave another howl, trying to get up from over Enji's lap, but he was forced back across his lap. Keigo tried to object, wanting to beg for some leniency from the Flame Hero, but Enji would not yield. Instead, he was cracking the wooden spoon against his burning rear. In a desperate moment of self-preservation, he reached back to try and protect his ass from the onslaught. When Enji grabbed at his wrist, Keigo had realized what he was doing, he let out a sharp gasp.
"I-I'm sorry!" Keigo shouted preemptively, "I-I didn't mean it, s-sir!"
Enji's reply was only to swing the spoon again, harder and faster. He'd pepper his ass with hard swings of the unassuming implement before then swatting away at Keigo's untouched thighs. Keigo squirmed and struggled, bucking against Enji's thigh with renewed vigor. He tried desperately to get away from Enji's spoon, but there was no escape. However, he was moving much slower than before as his cock continuously rubbed up against his thigh. It grew rigid and erect. Keigo couldn't help it; he wasn't trying to get off, but dammit, as he squirmed, his dick just continued to brush up. He'd give exasperated grunts, as the small sensation of pleasure was overwhelmed by the burning pain that was erupting from his abused ass.
Meanwhile, Enji grew frustrated with the Wing Hero's struggles. Enji paused the smacking, only to raise one leg from underneath Keigo's legs and pinned it against his legs. Now unable to kick or even hump at the Flame Hero's leg, Keigo was completely helpless as the wooden spoon laid out small circles against the red of his ass and the cream of his legs.
Keigo had buried his face against the covers of the bed, howling and sobbing as his tears soaked the bed. He'd give muffled pleads, only letting his head up to breath and cry for mercy. It was like Enji had lit a flame inside his ass and no matter how hard he tried to relax or tried to clench, he couldn't make the burning stop. Not as though it truly mattered anyway as he still had to deal with the burning of his butt and thighs.
"PLEASE, ENJI!" Keigo howled as the spoon struck his ass again and again. It brought his ass to clench, but that did nothing but make the burning of the ginger in his ass burned hotter. "I-I'M SORRY! I-I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE!"
Tears blinded Keigo, gasping and shuddering. He hadn't even noticed when Enji had finally stopped. It was only six minutes, but for Keigo, it felt more like six hours. He continued to choke on sobs, hearing the small 'clack' of the wooden spoon being set on the nightstand.
He felt Enji grab at the base of the ginger root and pop it out of his twitching anus with a low 'pop'. Keigo gasped, trembling. His hole was still burning. It was unbearable; his ass was a dark shade of red, slowly fading in intensity down his legs. His under curves were a warm red, and finally, his thighs were a soft cherry color. Enji made sure to paint Keigo a painful, hot red.
Still gasping and shaking, he hoped it was over. But no, Enji wasn't finished just yet. When the bag began to rustle, he snapped his neck. He was horrified, what else could Enji do to him?!
His question was answered when he saw the Flame Hero retrieve a small jar. He couldn't quite see what it was, just seeing a small mascot on the jar that resembled something like a tiger. He heard the jar pop open. Enji sunk his fingers into the jar, scooping out a modest amount of the ointment as he started to rub the substance onto his burning flesh.
Keigo flinched, giving a gasp. The ointment was cold, but felt slightly greasy. The cold feeling felt good for a few seconds, but that was replaced with a sudden warm sensation.
No, not just warm. It was burning! As he felt Enji rub the ointment into his flesh, it felt as though he was burning all over again even when he stopped rubbing it into his thighs. He screamed bloody murder, screeching, "E-ENJI! WH-WHAT IS THIS?! AAAH-AAH-AH!"
"It's Tiger Balm." Enji said simply as he closed the jar, letting Keigo wriggle and writhe as the ointment increased the blood flow along the surface of his skin. It was hot, as though he was sitting on fire. He'd kick if he was not still pinned underneath Enji's leg. "Stop kicking, Keigo."
Swallowing hard, Keigo managed to bring himself to stop. His toes were curling and his hands gripped the sheets. Enji finally unpinned Keigo from between his legs. Enji then grabbed Keigo, forcing Keigo off of his lap as the two men rose to their feet. Without giving Keigo a moment of reprieve, Enji began to drag the Wing Hero to the nearest corner. He forced his nose into the corner as the Flame Hero gave another smack to his oiled-up ass, getting a surprised shout to erupt from him.
Enji instructed, "if you move from this corner, for any reason, I'll get the spoon again." He then turned and left him to stand there. "No talking."
Keigo sniffled as he feverishly tried to dry his eyes. He felt like a child; a well spanked child who was made to think about what they had done. He had never felt so small, even when he was a kid. It brought a shudder up his spine as he wondered how long he'd be standing here on trembling legs.
He tried not to think about that, but it was hard not to think about the burning coming from his ass or the events that brought him to this corner. Or the feeling of the calloused, strong hand beating into his ass. Or how aroused he was when being spanked and still was.
The Wing Hero told himself it was wrong to feel this way, but it wasn't his fault. How could it? It was just his body reacting to stimuli-the stimuli of feeling Enji's tonged, manly thigh rub up against his cock. It happened in spite of the spanking, not because of it.
At least, that's what he was telling himself.
Biting his lower lip, his hand gripping at his dick. It was driving him crazy how hot and hard he was. His hand began to slowly tug at his dick. Dammit, his arms were trembling and burning, but also hot and bothered. He'd go insane if he had to stand in this corner and not do something about it. He wished he had some lube other than his own sweat, but with his only alternative being the tiger balm, it would have to do.
"Fuck..." He mumbled, his heart skipping a beat as he grit his teeth. He froze in place, listening for Enji, but he seemed not to hear his little slip. Relieved, his hand began to quickly pump his cock. It felt good, so damn good. He bucked his hips in a desperate attempt to fuck his own hand, biting his lip to try not to moan into his masturbating.
He could feel drips of pre-cum fall onto his own foot. He was already so close after having just started. Did he just start? He couldn't keep track of the time. It could've been anywhere from five minutes to 30 minutes since he was thrown to the corner. Keigo's hand moved faster, hoping desperately to beat the 'clock' of Enji coming back and catching him in the act.
"A-almost...there..." He gave a hushed moan as he tried to finish. He was so close, just on the edge, but he couldn't seem to finish. His arm slowed down, growing tired from the awkward position. He gave a pathetic whimper; Keigo just wanted to cum, he wanted this one thing.
Gritting his teeth, he powered through his tired arm as he pumped his cock. Finally, as he gave an exhausted gasp, he came.
The Wing Hero cursed himself, he'd have to clean up the wall and the carpet before the smell of cum was permanent in his room, but this small bit of relief from his punishment had him over the moon.
"Keigo." Enji's call made him jump out of his skin. He nervously looked over his corner, but he didn't see him there. He must've been in the other room. "It's been 35 minutes. Get out the corner and get in the shower."
"...Fuck." Keigo mumbled, wishing he had jerked off in the bathroom instead of getting off in the shower.