Kink Bingo_Masters/slaves/Doms/subs Part 2
Title: Control
Chapter: 2/3 [Oneshot]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora x Yuki [ex-Lolita23q], Yuki x OMC, mild Tora x OFC [yup, warming up my spot in fanfic hell]
Genre: PWP
Warnings: male x male, non explicit male x female, BDSM, D/s relationships, humiliation, bondage, flogging, toy-play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex, mentions of polyamory, foul language, adult themes.
Summary: Tora decides to treat his favourite pet to some good old fun in a private play party. Little does Yuki know that he's about to get a good deep look into Tora's past.
Commentary: Here is part 2!
***
He was allowed a sip or two of ice cold champagne from Tora's flute, dutifully following him as he walked around the large room, talking animately to a few acquaintances that welcomed him like a long lost friend, seemingly well informed on the whereabouts of his band, and him equally informed on the jobs, wives and kids. This really was surprising. They had been to plenty of clubs catering to the BDSM crowd and never had they encountered any of those men and women, but from what he was gathering from the conversation, all the lovely people present had sensitive enough jobs and life situations to be partial to private parties such as the one they were attending.
Not that he minded. He was caressed and prodded and admired by all enough to stroke his ego in the right places. He was granted permission to discuss with another submissive as they both knelt on the floor at their master's feet, in low, subdued, unobtrusive voices not to bother the discussion taking place above their heads.
The other submissive was a delicate boy with artfully made-up doe eyes and black hair falling like a river of silk down his shoulders, dressed simply in a white button down and black trousers. His collar was thick and black, studded with silver, the leash a curb-linked chain as well, the leather handle loosely wrapped in his dominant's hand. A lovely young woman, Tora's age, in a flatteringly cut black lace cocktail dress, her dark blonde hair elegantly curled. She'd kissed him on the cheek, familiarly, and they were having some sort of discussion on politics that Yuki quickly droned out in favour of speaking to the pretty thing kneeling across from him.
"You are new here? Aren't you?" the pretty boy, whose name was Kenji, asked in his delicate, breathy voice.
"Its my first time yes. I've only been with my master six months."
The boy had a moue of surprise and then nodded, smiling.
"You're well behaved for such a new slave…I'm surprised he even brought you here, this kind of soirée is for experienced people. It took two years before my mistress even deemed me fit…" the boy pouted, somehow making his face even more delicate looking.
That definitely showed how special his relationship with Tora was, that he would trust him in such a special setting despite the fact that their relationship was merely months old.
"Have you been coming here often?" Yuki asked, curious.
"Mistress Kaede has been holding those little events once a month for the past ten years or so I've been told, my mistress and I have been coming for the past two years or so. Every time is different, mistress Kaede always has special entertainment planned, but my mistress told me that tonight would be very special. Something that hasn't happened in years apparently."
Maybe that explained why Tora had decided to take him along that night?
"Its the first time I see you, but I have seen your master before, although it has been a while. Last time he came was with a boy who looked very much like you actually. Not a submissive though."
Yuki nodded.
"That was Saga, his lover."
"They came to play but mostly watch, I remember. The boy was very beautiful, I had rarely seen mistress Kaede so smitten, however we all know how master Tora is her favourite…"
"What is this whole favourite business? I haven't been told anything…"
Kenji bit his lip, wondering what he should spill, and then nodding as he decided to tell him what he knew.
"Those are only rumours and whispered gossip, but I've heard that master Tora was her lover. That he has been for the past ten years if not more, but I do not know the specifics. All rumours, and I do not dare ask my mistress."
Not that it would be surprising with the way they interacted with each other, but it was only a rumour. A rumour he was determined to get to the bottom of later for sure. For now he would observe. His thoughts were interrupted when the music lulled to a hush, and the mistress of the house reappeared, stepping down a curled staircase that lead to the second floor.
"Good evening everyone, I trust all of you are enjoying yourselves, yes?" she asked the small crowd, her presence polarizing, demanding all eyes and perfect silence, "I'd like to welcome everyone to my abodes, and I do hope you will find the rest of the evening pleasurable. The main event will be taking place in the showroom shortly, if all interested would please follow me up…"
There was a little tug on the leash and he unfolded, gracefully, following Tora up the wide staircase.
"Its showtime." Tora whispered in his ear, unobtrusively.
Yuki really wondered what the hell that even meant. On a night like this, it could be anything.
***
The showroom was rather interesting.
It was a sizeable room, the walls painted a creamy grey, flatteringly lit by some subdued metal fixtures, littered with leather couches and chairs. But the floor was black vinyl. With recessed drains. Mildly ominous and rather intriguing. In the middle was a sizeable raised platform, metal and leather, with thick metal rings bolted to the sides in even intervals. A custom bondage table? Yuki's eyes were immediately drawn to the ceiling above the table, and just as he expected, there was an intricate system of rings and hooks and pulleys, quite a bit like the one he had at home. Only bigger. And maybe better.
The guests took place about the room, sitting down on couches and chairs submissive at their feet. Tora sat down in a comfortable armchair, crossing his long legs elegantly while he dutifully knelt by the armrest, tilting his head back to enjoy the lazy caresses through his hair, down the back of his neck. The mistress of the house paced leisurely through the room, making sure that her guests were comfortable, pausing a little longer beside Tora's chair to run a hand down his jaw playfully. They had a history, there was no doubt about it. There was a lull in the conversation, and she clapped her hands twice to get the attention of the crowd again, capturing it effortlessly.
"I have gathered you all tonight for a very special event, one that hasn't occurred in quite a while. As you all know my favourite pet retired two years ago," there was an unmistakable sideways glance at Tora at that, "and since then I have been searching high and low for someone worthy of adding to my stable, to fill the sizeable hole he left behind. He will never be replaced of course, there will only be one like him in my life I'm afraid, but recently I have found a charming, deliciously belligerent creature. Definitely worthy of adding to my collection, despite his tendency to defy me. I have gathered you all tonight to show him off, and of course to break him. With your help."
There were a few hushed, excited whispers in the room. Yuki however, was a little puzzled. What the hell does she mean? Break him? She turned to a bulky, dark suited man standing beside a door in the back, looking very much like the security guard they had encountered earlier.
"Bring him in."
The man disappeared through the door for a few seconds, and then came back, dragging a young man behind him with a length of bulky chain tied to a heavy collar. Dragging because the sullen young man was clearly in no mood to collaborate. The boy was gorgeous. Lean muscled and pale, with deep chestnut hair falling in soft curls around his face and down to his shoulders, with a strong, elegant, angular face that was at once masculine yet delicate. A beauty, despite the fact that he clearly looked pretty pissed off, mouth set in a hard line. Maybe it had everything to do with the fact that he was completely naked and pretty much trussed up like a goose in a very intricate net of black rope bondage. He was dragged up to the platform and pushed to his knees in a most unceremonious way, dark eyes glaring sullenly at his mistress when the end of the chain was dropped in her hands. Belligerent was too mild of a word to describe him, he was flat out disobedient.
"This is Yukio. As you can see he's gorgeous, but very much in need of punishment and discipline. Haven't you been a bad boy, Yukio? It really is uncouth to glare at me like this…"
He didn't reply, only lowered his gaze to the platform and ignored her. She chortled, putting a hand out sideways, palm up, her assistant reverently depositing a heavy leather flogger in her delicate hand. Long double strands with a braided handle, the kind of stuff that packs a punch.
"Tsk. Tsk. That won't do at all." she cooed, her arm flying back in a smooth arc, before any one could even react the flogger was landing on his back with a sharp smacking sound.
Again and again, merciless while the boy arched and groaned, keening when she grabbed a thick handful of his hair and pulled him back, hitting his chest instead with a practiced hand.
Yuki flinched at the first hit, but Tora didn't, his hand merely pausing in his hair. In fact his caresses grew more insistent as the flogging went on, clearly aroused at the display. She paused.
'"Haven't you been a bad boy Yukio?" she asked again, tugging at his hair hard enough to make him hiss, the skin of his chest red and sweaty already.
"Yes mistress, I've been really bad!" he replied, urgently, groaning when she let go of his hair.
His voice was low and somewhat subdued, clearly chastised by the flogger.
"Tell my guests what kind of bad things you did hmm?"
She smacked him again when he sat there quiet, a sharp cracking hit to the small of his back that had him gasping.
"I have been disrespectful to my mistress." he breathed, and she hit him again, clearly unsatisfied with his simple answer.
"What else did you do? That really embarrassing thing you did?"
She was drawing it out, humiliating him, slowing taking down the walls of his pride, stripping him of his ego, and it was most arousing to watch. Yuki found himself envying him, his humiliation was beautiful, and she clearly was a master at this.
He cleared his throat, unsure, and her arm went back for another cracking hit, up across his shoulder blades this time, jarring his entire body.
"Loud enough for everyone to hear."
"I masturbated and came on my mistress's boots without permission when she wasn't home."
There were a few shocked whispers. That was a rather daring move, one that a trained sub would never even dream of doing unless they really were into harsh punishment, the kind that wasn't all that fun. The kind you subjected yourself to as a test of your willpower and endurance to please your master and make amends. Looked like that sub was about ready to get a real taste of that kind of punishment.
"That's right. You went and came all over my pretty boots, your favourite ones, without even asking. And then you've been rude and bratty all week, disobeying me. You've been really bad, and for that you will be punished."
He whimpered at her words dripping with cruelty yet it was plain as day that he was enjoying every second judging from the really perky erection he was sporting. He was so hard the tip of his cock was brushing his stomach. She draped the flogger on the back of his neck while her assistant brought out two pairs of leather cuffs and a pair of spreader bars. She deftly undid some of the knotting that held his arms tied to his sides, keeping his torso well wrapped, and fitted him with the leather cuffs and the spreader bars around wrists and ankles. She was efficient in her moves, clearly experienced when she easily dragged him forward by the collar further on the platform, clipping a shorter chain to the heavy leather collar around his neck, attaching it to one of the rings to restrict his movements.
An uncomfortable posture if there was one, on hands and knees, hips raised because of the spreader bar, incapable of lifting his head more than a few inches off the table.
Yuki was only getting more and more envious. That was some fun bondage for sure.
The mistress of the house turned to her guests once more, picking up the flogger from the boy's neck, toying with it with a little amused smile.
"This is where I need your help my friends. If you read your invitations right you'll know what to expect, unleash all your pretty obedient pets."
What the hell was going on? Yuki was beyond puzzled when Tora reached in the back of his neck and unclasped the leash from his heavy collar. The pet seemed to know what was about to happen because he got agitated and started to whine, clearly distressed yet still excited as hell.
"No…no mistress…please…" he pleaded, only getting a sharp smack across the face in response.
"Be quiet. You should have thought of that before you defiled my boots just to provoke me, you silly boy. I'll give you a good reason to plead…" she turns to the assembled crowd again, "Since my pet here needs a good lesson in humility, lets have all of your pets use him. Any way they would like, we'll stop when he has serviced everyone. Unless you have special instructions for them, Yukio here is their little fucktoy for the the night, lets hope we get a good show…"
Now that was cruel. It was quite something to discipline a pet in public, but to have all the submissives make him their little bitch, that was so humiliating Yuki couldn't even begin to imagine how it would feel, to be at the very bottom of the food chain, little more than an animal. Cruel and oh so deliciously creative of a punishment, especially for a boy with such a big ego. Delicious. And so exciting, and twisted, and boy was he curious to see how this would unfold, and if Tora would want him to do something special. Endless possibilities raced through his mind and he started asking himself what his master would like best, the process getting him so hot and bothered he had to shift his knees a little to accommodate the weight of his erect cock trapped in the tight leather of his trousers.
"No! Mistress…mistress please!" the boy pleaded again, his voice getting thread-like and desperate.
But instead of gracing him with an answer, she lifted the hem of her dress, and as if it was nothing, shoved the very pointy tip of her black patent stiletto in his mouth to gag him. He choked and sputtered around the leather, and she just pushed further, past his teeth and down his throat.
"If you even think of biting, this is nothing. You hear me?"
He gave the slightest hint of a nod, drool escaping the corners of his mouth as he tried to swallow around his mouthful of leather, chest heaving, eyes moist. He would be pushed very far that night. She turned her head towards them, a positively cruel smile on her glossed mouth.
"Children, please, give us a good show."
***
They went at it for hours. It was hard to gauge with certainty how long.
To the boy's credit, he didn't cry.
That spoke volumes about his strength of character. And his deep love of verbal and physical humiliation.
He didn't soften once either, only coming when she allowed him. Rock hard for the entire ordeal, even when he'd come so much that the was nothing to expel anymore, through the whining and the squirming, cocks and toys forcefully shoved in his every opening. One girl was especially vicious, following the orders of her master who enjoyed her discomfort at doing his bidding just as much as he enjoyed seeing his pet shoving a thick glass plug down his throat and plugging his nose at the same time, making him gag, over and over again.
They had the entire arsenal at their disposition. Toys and plugs and vibrators, enough condoms and lube for a year of playtime, and torture implements of course. Floggers and paddles, canes and crops. Tora's request had been very simple. He told him to do whatever stroked his fancy, only that he would very much like to see him finish himself off in his face. It was strange to feel in power. It was an illusion of course, he had been asked to do so, but he did have a choice, he did have someone at his mercy. He wasn't sure if he liked it yet, being in control, although from the very pleased smiles his master was sending his way when he picked up a paddle, he was pleasing his audience well.
The first stroke was intoxicating. The sound of leather smacking against sweat and come slick skin a heady vibration that climbed up his arm and raced down his spine. The boy let out a heaving groan, his mouth full of another submissive's cock, a pretty young thing dressed in simple black clothes with bleached blonde hair and blue lenses, slender and androgynous. He'd been rather vicious too earlier, with a crop. Hard enough to leave deep red blossoms on pale skin that would bruise a nice purplish black the next day, all over the tender flesh of his abused rear. Very much abused now that he was adding his own markings to the plethora already in place.
The paddle felt lovely in his hands, nice and heavy, packing such a punch as it impacted flesh with meaty thudding sounds. But more exciting was the knowledge of how it felt. He liked getting paddled, spanked, and he relished in every swing thinking of the sharp smack, jarring thudding impact, the slow simmering burn diffusing underneath skin like so many layers of heat. Heat and pain and perfection. The mere idea of the sensation was getting him off, and clearly it was working on the boy too from the way he was moaning and groaning around his mouthful, driving the other to his own end. The blonde's hips stuttered, jerked and stilled as he groaned in pleasure, pouring himself down his throat, pulling out of the slack mouth after a few lazy strokes. He pulled out with a groan, strands of glistening white all over his cock, and backed off in a daze, blissfully falling back in the arms of his master who petted him and murmured what sounded like praise to his ear. But Yuki wasn't listening, he was too busy basking in the glorious thud of each hit on tender flesh, and Tora's heated gaze following his every move with predatory satisfaction.
He'd waited to go last for that very reason. For the attention he was getting from all sides, admiring gazes, the part of him that was an entertainer at heart relishing in the sheer exhibitionism of the entire scene. This is when he became something more. When he stopped being that guy hiding in the back afraid to speak up. The mistress had been hovering close at first, keeping an eye on her pet, but as soon as she noticed that things were going swimmingly, she backed off to enjoy the show herself, half sitting on Tora's armrest. She was still there, looking very pleased, Tora's hand unmistakably caressing the small of her back as he leaned back in the chair, appreciating the display.
He hit until his arm was sore, the boy blabbering and begging and pleading. For him to stop, to continue, anything, so far gone in his headspace that it was impossible to get anything coherent out of him. He let go of the paddle, placing it back on the side table, picking up a vibrating plug instead, a fancy one made of silicone. He lubed it up on principle, but the boy straining and arching on the table had had so many things and cocks shoved inside him during the night that it slipped in without resistance, the loosened opening oozing lube, swallowing the toy easily. He cranked it up to the highest setting, making the boy keen and buck back against the toy, and took his time going around the table, undoing the button closure of his tight leathers.
He stopped when he reached the head of the table, sliding his hand in the opening of his trousers, palming his erect cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. He pulled it out of the tight confines, sighing in relief, his cock throbbing and leaking. The boy looked up in a daze, his eyes completely glazed over, pupils blown with a mixture of adrenalin and desire. He did want more, opening his mouth dutifully when Yuki grabbed a handful of his hair and tilted his head up and back to receive him, the blunt head of his cock pushing against slack lips.
Amazing how a few hours of pain and humiliation could turn a prideful boy into a pleading, whimpering, pleasure driven animal with no other coherent desire than to sate its base urges.
He pushed, a slight forward roll of hips and groaned when his cock just slipped into wet heat without resistance. He swallowed him to the hilt, down his constricting throat with a deep groan of contentment that just had Yuki pushing further, fingers tangling in chestnut curls. He wanted to take his time with this, but he was too pent up, too ready, his cock swelling and pulsing as it slipped back and forth past friction reddened lips. Too fast.
He pulled out with a gasping breath, the boy heaving and coughing, and with trembling fingers started to stroke himself from root to tip. Hard, fast, intensely aware of the eyes of everyone in the room trained on him. But he only cared for one pair of eyes to his left, bright amber in the dim light. The eyes of his master, full of pleasure and pride, his desire to please him compelling him to wait, wait for that silent order for him to come.
Tora smiled and tilted his head a fraction, allowing him his release.
It burned through him like a shooting star flashing through the sky. A hot rush of pure pleasure that had him shuddering and gasping, racing from every nerve ending. Lightning and fire. Pure glory as ribbons of come erupted across the pretty face of the boy, milk white drops splattering his red lips, flushed cheeks, catching in the tips of his lashes. On a whim he pushed in his mouth again, feeling himself pulse and throb, still coming, pouring himself down his throat with a groan. And then he was pulled back against a strong chest, his cock released with a wet hiss.
"You were beautiful. Gods…so beautiful. Such a good boy." Tora's voice murmured in his ear, warm with praise and satisfaction, so dizzying that he just let himself fall back and his entire body be petted and caressed.
He hazily noticed that the mistress had come back to the platform, crouching in front of her pet, caressing his hair while she wiped the come off his face tenderly with a wet towel, murmuring endearments of her own. She freed his neck of the collar, and then his wrists and ankles of the spreader bars and restraints, fast and efficient when she undid the intricate net of ropes enveloping his torso. She caressed him all over as she proceeded, softly praising him in her warm voice that had lost all traces of its earlier cruelty, infused with soothing comfort instead. Her transformation from harsh mistress to tender caretaker was stunning, and worthy of respect. This was what separated the amateurish dominant who thought it was all about inflicting pain and the true masters, the ones that lived for the lifestyle and truly respected and loved their submissive.
He was bruised and battered all over, red lines crisscrossing in a beautiful pattern all over his body where the ropes had bit into his skin mercilessly. And yet after she was done freeing him, he crawled off the platform, with obvious difficulty, kneeling at his mistress's feet as he rubbed his face against her dress with the widest of smiles on his face.
"You were such a good boy, you made me proud of you, taking your punishment so beautifully. Are you pleased my sweet?" she asked, burying her hand in his soft hair, her caress gentle.
He purred in response, capturing her hand in both of his own reverently, kissing her fingers.
"Yes mistress, thank you mistress." he rasped, looking up to her adoringly like she was the most beautiful creature in the universe.
And right this instant, to him, she was. She was his world for giving him the ultimate release, for letting him let go of all control and letting her be responsible of his pleasure, for knowing that he needed the abuse and the humiliation to get off, be free of everything. For giving him punishment and absolution.
Now, that was some true dedication. And love.
***
Part 3