The Secret Life of Roger Federer, and What Turns on Andy Roddick (10)
Title: The Secret Life of Roger Federer, and What Turns on Andy Roddick (10)
Author: Amber
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Roger Federer/Andy Roddick, Marat Safin
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
Author Note: Basically I owe this to three people, a hippo, my fellow smartass and my co maintainer. You guys are all awesome and helped me with this in so many different ways.
“I invited Marat to dinner.”
“Here?”
“Yes Andy.”
“Roger. Why would you do that?”
“He’s my friend.”
“But he’s not my friend.”
Now Andy was just confused. Roger knew that he didn’t get along with Marat. Andy didn’t really care if the two of them hung out as long as it didn’t involve him. It never had before, and he had no idea why Roger would do this, it didn’t make any sense. There was history with Marat, a history that he didn’t want to get into with his boyfriend. It wasn’t exactly a good idea to get into years of unresolved sexual tension and fighting with someone you wanted to spend your life with.
“Maybe he will be. I still don’t know what the issue is between the two of you.”
“You’re not going to ether.”
“Andy,” Roger grabbed his arm to keep him from walking away, “what’s the big deal?”
“It’s not something I think I want to talk to you about.”
“There shouldn’t be anything you don’t want to talk to me about.”
He sighed deeply and thought of the most vague and dismissive thing he can possibly say, “I’m not proud or happy about a lot of what happened between me and him. I acted like an asshole.”
“Have you said sorry?”
“Roger, it’s not exactly an oh I’m sorry lets go on with our lives and be best friends kind of a thing.”
“Okay,” Roger leaned in and gave him a light kiss, “just be nice then. He promised he’d be nice.”
Andy nodded. Of course he’d try to be nice, he wasn’t the one who came out of the situation hurt. He wasn’t the one that had to deal with some kid trying to find himself.
“Promise?”
“Promise,” Andy smiled and grabbed Roger’s ass to pull him into his body for a kiss.
“Later,” Roger said while catching his breath before going back to kissing.
Andy moved his hands to Roger’s chest, “later what?”
“We’re gong to play later, regardless of how well this night goes.”
“So you admit it could go badly.”
“No,” Roger laughed and stepped away.
“Fine. What am I cooking?”
“Anything you want that Marat will like.”
“Pasta it is.”
“Good boy,” Roger patted his ass, “have it ready by seven.”
“Can do.”
“Andy?”
“Yeah?” He was already in the fridge trying to figure out what to make with the pasta. Seven o'clock was only an hour away.
“If it’s just us and I give a direct order like that I’d like for you to say yes Roger or yes sir not something like can do.”
He didn’t move from the fridge, or over think what he was being asked, “are you just Sir for sex now?”
“Good idea.”
Andy looked up in time to see Roger smile and turn to go in the living room. His face went back into the fridge. Calling Roger sir wasn’t a big deal, it felt like a natural progression of their relationship. The big deal, Marat, was probably on the way to their house right now. He didn’t know how to deal with the Russian anymore. They tried to stay friendly which stopped when he got his first girlfriend. Then when he got serious with Roger Marat stopped looking at him all together.
All of their conversations were forced, and Andy hated the awkwardness of obligated conversation. It brought out his worst and most sarcastic side. He didn’t want to be like that with Marat. They could have been really good together if his own age, and general lack of experience hadn’t gotten in the way. He didn’t like thinking of Marat as a stepping stone to Roger, but he had been.
“Andy come here.”
“Yes sir,” he tried out the phrase without really paying attention to what he was saying as he headed into the living room.
“Marat’s here.”
“Sorry,” Andy muttered as a reflex. He looked up dark red from embarrassment. Both Roger and Marat were smirking at him and he suddenly felt small.
“It’s okay. I did see you in the hallway that night,” Marat’s smirk turned into a smile, “hi Andy.”
“Hi Marat.”
“Do you guys want drinks or something?” Andy still couldn’t make eye contact. He hated that he was always showing Marat his submissive side. Even when he was younger, that was the side Marat got. Maybe that was just who he was regardless of who he was with.
“Beer?” Marat offered.
“Yeah,” Roger agreed.
Andy went to the kitchen muttering to himself the whole way. He came back out with two beers open, still in the bottle.
“What are you making?” Marat asked taking his drink.
“Carbonara.”
“You cook that well?”
“Yeah, I like to think so. It’s not really that hard to make anyway.”
“I can’t wait to eat it.”
Andy watched Marat’s lips close around the bottle. He quickly found himself having to shut out all the feelings he used to have. Roger knew how to read him, and gawking at Marat wouldn’t go over well. “It’ll be done soon. I just have to wait on the pasta. You guys can go sit if you want to.”
Marat was instantly up, Roger moved a little slower heading for Andy before the doorway. He wrapped an arm around Andy’s waist and gave him a small kiss , “you’re being so good.”
Andy couldn’t hide his smile, he was putting all his effort into making this work. Roger noticing made the effort worth it, “thanks.”
When he looked up Marat turned quickly and headed for the kitchen. Andy thought he saw the Russian frowning, but Marat was all smiles when he walked into the kitchen.
The dinner was easy. Conversation flowed, nothing was awkward the way Andy expected it to be. Roger and Marat had dominated the conversation at first, but much to Andy’s surprise Marat made an effort to bring him into it. There were no more slip ups regarding his lifestyle. It was just normal and easy. He didn’t expect anything normal and easy from Marat after so much time of everything being forced and fake.
In the end it turned out to be a good, highly entertaining dinner.
“I’ll clean up. You cooked,” Roger kissed the top of Andy’s head and started to pick up plates.
“Okay,” Andy shifted in his seat not sure of what to do with himself.
“You two can go talk in the living room or something.”
Andy relaxed a little only to tense back up. He didn’t know how to talk to Marat one on one anymore. There couldn’t be any flirting, and he couldn’t remember doing anything else with Marat. They flirted and they had sex that was it. He just didn’t know how to talk to the Russian, it wasn’t the same as talking to a platonic friend. Taking to Marat was more like talking to Roger, and he didn’t think that tone or subject manner would go over well with his boyfriend. Mentally he sighed and made his way to the living room. This was either going to be awkward as hell or get him into more trouble than he could imagine.
“You guys are good together.”
“Yeah. We work thanks,” Andy nodded.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah,” Andy held his breath waiting for Marat to ask what he knew the other man wanted to.
“The collar doesn’t bother you?”
He shifted uncomfortably, “not really. No.”
“So you like all that stuff,” Marat moved his hands as he talked, and Andy found the conversation was better watching them not Marat’s face.
“Yeah.”
“You’re really uncomfortable right now.”
“Yeah,” Andy couldn’t help but laugh.
He looked up to see Marat smiling. His smile was easily the best thing about him when it was real. His eyes lit up and the corners crinkled a little bit.
“I’m happy that you finally figured it all out.”
There it was, the bomb he had been waiting for all night. He knew he hurt Marat. When he got into the situation with Marat he thought that feelings weren’t going to get involved. When they finally popped up Andy freaked out and ran as far as he could.
“You know I didn’t mean to do that to you right?”
“I know. I’m glad you’re happy now.”
“Yeah but I didn’t mean to use you like I did.”
“I know that Andy. So stop,” Marat’s hand went up and Andy’s eyes followed it.
“Okay, fine.”
“I should go soon.”
“We can be friends,” Andy blurted it out. He had no idea why he said it. If a conversation was this hard friends wasn’t going to be easy. He just wanted to do anything to cheer Marat up, to get him to stay longer.
“Is it that easy?”
“Roger thinks so.”
Marat leaned over a little, “I know what he is to you but he’s not always right.”
“Dude believe me I know that. I only let him think he is.” Andy laughed and was happy to see Marat smiling back at him again.
“Maybe he’s a little right this time,” The Russian mumbled.
“Don’t tell him that his ego is big enough.”
“Are you talking about me?”
Andy jumped in his seat at the sound of Roger’s voice. He had escaped a lot of punishments, and that little comment could have gotten him into a lot of trouble.
“We are,” Marat smiled, “and I should go.”
“Because of Andy?”
Marat shook his head, “no. Not because of Andy. I just need to leave. It’s getting late, and I have to go hit early.”
“Alright,” Roger smiled, and pulled Marat up into a hug.
Andy stood and watched them say goodbye. He couldn’t help but note how good they looked together, and how easy their friendship was. It made him feel better, he could be near Marat as long as Roger was around.
“Bye Andy.”
He snapped to attention, “bye Marat.”
There wasn’t a hug, and soon it was just Roger and Andy alone again.
“I have a big ego?” Roger’s eyebrows went up.
“Babe. I was joking.”
“Oh no Andy. This egocentric man has let you get away with too much, and now you think you can say what you want.”
“Roger, sir.”
“You should be down on your knees.”
Andy dropped down quickly a little shocked by his body’s reaction. This didn’t happen when he thought about dominating Roger. Nothing else did this to his body, “sorry sir.”
Roger’s foot inched out to press down on his crotch. It took all of Andy’s self control to keep from arching up to get more pressure.
“You’re hard.”
“Yes. I am, sir.”
“That’s interesting.”
Things go silent as Roger takes his time looking down at him. Andy had no idea what the Swiss was trying to do, but it’s making him nervous as hell. All his flaws out there, Roger just needing to tilt his head the right way to see them.
“I’m going upstairs to get a few things. I want you undressed, and over the arm of the couch when I get back. Legs wide, cock down. If I even think that you touched yourself, or humped the couch you’ll be getting some kind of chastity device to wear till you get some self control.”
Roger walked off and Andy scrambled to get all of his cloths off, and folded into a neat pile. He had no way of knowing how quick Roger would be, and he wouldn’t put it past the other man to trap him into a punishment. With that in mind he set his cloths and shoes off to the side before leaning over the arm of the couch. His legs spread out as he reached between his legs, and pulled his cock down between them so it was easy for Roger to get at.
“Good boy.”
Andy jumped a little at the sound of Roger’s voice so close to him. He felt his collar go around his neck and shut his eyes tightly. Then he felt his arms being tied back. First at the elbow, which forced him into an extremely uncomfortable upright position, and then he was tied at the wrist. Everything was done as quickly as possible with little contact. Andy knew Roger meant business.
“You look good like this. Slutty.” Roger spread Andy’s legs wider, “do you feel like a slut? Tied up in the living room, waiting for punishment.”
He did feel like a slut, and dirty. People didn’t do things like this. They didn’t strip down in their living rooms and bend over a couch to be tied up. Most importantly it didn’t make them rock hard, and he was.
“Yes sir.”
“So, you enjoy feeling like a slut?”
Andy felt fingers lightly tracing over his cock. He didn’t know if he liked it, but he knew what Roger wanted to hear, “yes sir.”
“Slut. You have to enjoy it,” Roger growled and tightened his grip on Andy’s cock making him moan, “see. If you hated it then you wouldn’t be hard, you wouldn’t be moaning.”
That was a good point, and Andy took it in as much as he could. Under the current circumstances he couldn’t really think properly.
“Do you hate it? Do you hate being a slut Andy?”
“No sir,” he gasped the answer as Roger’s grip tightened around him, it was on the verge of being too painful, but if asked he would have said that he wanted more without a second thought.
“It’s time for your punishment.”
Roger’s hand came down onto Andy’s ass, and he couldn’t help but jump away from the sudden sting.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you?” Andy mumbled not sure, and felt Roger’s hand come down on him again.
“Thank you what?”
“Thank you sir.”
“Better. Now I can punish you. Are you ready for it slave?”
Slave? His cock twitched, and Andy could almost hear the tone of Roger’s smirk, “yes sir, please sir.”
“It’s a flogger.”
Andy was about to reply when the first blow hit him. The tails of the object caressing over his ass and one hitting his balls. He jerked to cover himself and quickly realized why he was tied up. Though adrenaline rushed his system, and speed up his heart Andy didn’t move. It hurt. That was it. Nothing deep or meaningful the flogger just hurt, and that pain was turning him on more than he thought it should. The whole thing had turned into something that he hadn’t expected, but he knew Roger had planned this. It was too perfect not to be planned.
Then it stopped. His ass was tingling not yet burning, and his erection was growing back, harder than before. Andy Roddick was getting off on pain. He bit his lip and shook his head.
“Th.. thank you sir.”
Roger didn’t answer he just played with Andy’s cock and balls. His fingers were cool and slick with lube. Andy clenched and unclenched waiting for those fingers to reach his hole. Right now all the wanted was that contact.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please put them in me sir. I need it.”
“You can wait like any other good boy.”
Andy smiled, he was a good boy. Roger said it, he was good. Andy wiggled a little out of happiness, and was met with a hard slap to his already sore ass. He took the warning and calmed back down quickly.
Finally after far to much stroking, and teasing Roger’s two index fingers slipped into his body. At first they moved together slowly sliding in and out of his body. Then Roger used them differently thrusting one, pulling with the other, then pulling with both stretching him out. It was as close to heaven as Andy could imagine.
As his cock started to leak Roger stopped. Andy immediately thrusts out his hips wanting the contact back. Just like every other time he messed up Roger slapped his ass, which had finally started to burn, as a warning.
“You want my cock in you.”
“Yes, sir please fuck me. I want to make you come. I want to feel you. Please.”
“Begging without asking. I guess you learn quicker than I though.”
“Rog... sir. Fuck me. I need it.”
Again without any words Roger slips into Andy who sighs happy. Then Roger’s hips start to move. Andy couldn’t help but grunt, and moan as his body violently bounced back and forth. He also could not ignore the friction his cock was receiving from the rough material covering the couch. It was all to much for his senses, and Andy didn’t last long. He split his seed over the fabric and fell limp. Roger only needed to work his body for a few more seconds before he exploded into Andy with a muffled moan.
“I didn’t say you could come.”
“No sir you didn’t,” Andy mumbled weakly.
“Tomorrow,” as Roger spoke he moved Andy’s body onto his knees in front of the arm of the couch, “after you make me breakfast I’m going to spank you with the spatula then you’re going to suck me off. No orgasms for two days. You’re not fifteen you can control your body.”
Andy nods and looks at his come, “yes sir, you’re right sir.”
“Clean off the couch.”
Roger started to untie Andy’s arms as he tongued the fabric. When his arms were free Roger kissed the middle of his back, “am I done sir?”
“Yeah Andy, it’s clean.”
Andy stayed where he was as Roger got up, and stat down on the couch with his legs wide. He couldn’t help but wonder when Roger was going to take the collar off. They were obviously done playing, weren’t they?
“Come sit I’ll rub your shoulders,” Roger pointed too the floor in front of him.
“Thanks,” Andy smiled and shuffled over on his knees.
“I’m going to leave the collar on till tomorrow after breakfast is that alright?”
“Yes sir,” Andy moaned when Roger’s fingers started to work him.
“Are you good Andy?”
“Very good,” his eyes shut, “I like pain.”
Roger laughed at that, “I’ve noticed. I didn’t push to far?”
“No. I needed it.”
“I’m glad you found that porn on my computer.”
“Me too,” Andy laughed, and turned around to smile at Roger, “can I come sit with you?”
“Of course,” Roger moved so Andy could sit between his legs on the couch. When they were readjusted Roger continued his massage, “muscles good?”
“Very good now. I actually feel really relaxed. It was a good night.”
“Are you and Marat going to be okay?” Roger kissed his neck softly.
“I think so, yeah.” Andy let his head drop to the side as an invitation. Roger took it, “Roger?”
“Humm?” He hummed against Andy’s neck.
“I thought I wanted to top you,”
“That’s never going to happen Andy.”
“I know, I just, tonight reminded me of why I do this and how much it turns me on. I want you to be like you were tonight more.”
“Dominating me wouldn’t turn you on?” Roger went back to kissing his neck, and started to caress his chest.
“Not as much as you dominating me.”
“Good. You know your ass is going to hurt for days.”
“Good.” Andy mimicked with a grin. He was never going to be able to be a good boy.
Author: Amber
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Roger Federer/Andy Roddick, Marat Safin
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
Author Note: Basically I owe this to three people, a hippo, my fellow smartass and my co maintainer. You guys are all awesome and helped me with this in so many different ways.
“I invited Marat to dinner.”
“Here?”
“Yes Andy.”
“Roger. Why would you do that?”
“He’s my friend.”
“But he’s not my friend.”
Now Andy was just confused. Roger knew that he didn’t get along with Marat. Andy didn’t really care if the two of them hung out as long as it didn’t involve him. It never had before, and he had no idea why Roger would do this, it didn’t make any sense. There was history with Marat, a history that he didn’t want to get into with his boyfriend. It wasn’t exactly a good idea to get into years of unresolved sexual tension and fighting with someone you wanted to spend your life with.
“Maybe he will be. I still don’t know what the issue is between the two of you.”
“You’re not going to ether.”
“Andy,” Roger grabbed his arm to keep him from walking away, “what’s the big deal?”
“It’s not something I think I want to talk to you about.”
“There shouldn’t be anything you don’t want to talk to me about.”
He sighed deeply and thought of the most vague and dismissive thing he can possibly say, “I’m not proud or happy about a lot of what happened between me and him. I acted like an asshole.”
“Have you said sorry?”
“Roger, it’s not exactly an oh I’m sorry lets go on with our lives and be best friends kind of a thing.”
“Okay,” Roger leaned in and gave him a light kiss, “just be nice then. He promised he’d be nice.”
Andy nodded. Of course he’d try to be nice, he wasn’t the one who came out of the situation hurt. He wasn’t the one that had to deal with some kid trying to find himself.
“Promise?”
“Promise,” Andy smiled and grabbed Roger’s ass to pull him into his body for a kiss.
“Later,” Roger said while catching his breath before going back to kissing.
Andy moved his hands to Roger’s chest, “later what?”
“We’re gong to play later, regardless of how well this night goes.”
“So you admit it could go badly.”
“No,” Roger laughed and stepped away.
“Fine. What am I cooking?”
“Anything you want that Marat will like.”
“Pasta it is.”
“Good boy,” Roger patted his ass, “have it ready by seven.”
“Can do.”
“Andy?”
“Yeah?” He was already in the fridge trying to figure out what to make with the pasta. Seven o'clock was only an hour away.
“If it’s just us and I give a direct order like that I’d like for you to say yes Roger or yes sir not something like can do.”
He didn’t move from the fridge, or over think what he was being asked, “are you just Sir for sex now?”
“Good idea.”
Andy looked up in time to see Roger smile and turn to go in the living room. His face went back into the fridge. Calling Roger sir wasn’t a big deal, it felt like a natural progression of their relationship. The big deal, Marat, was probably on the way to their house right now. He didn’t know how to deal with the Russian anymore. They tried to stay friendly which stopped when he got his first girlfriend. Then when he got serious with Roger Marat stopped looking at him all together.
All of their conversations were forced, and Andy hated the awkwardness of obligated conversation. It brought out his worst and most sarcastic side. He didn’t want to be like that with Marat. They could have been really good together if his own age, and general lack of experience hadn’t gotten in the way. He didn’t like thinking of Marat as a stepping stone to Roger, but he had been.
“Andy come here.”
“Yes sir,” he tried out the phrase without really paying attention to what he was saying as he headed into the living room.
“Marat’s here.”
“Sorry,” Andy muttered as a reflex. He looked up dark red from embarrassment. Both Roger and Marat were smirking at him and he suddenly felt small.
“It’s okay. I did see you in the hallway that night,” Marat’s smirk turned into a smile, “hi Andy.”
“Hi Marat.”
“Do you guys want drinks or something?” Andy still couldn’t make eye contact. He hated that he was always showing Marat his submissive side. Even when he was younger, that was the side Marat got. Maybe that was just who he was regardless of who he was with.
“Beer?” Marat offered.
“Yeah,” Roger agreed.
Andy went to the kitchen muttering to himself the whole way. He came back out with two beers open, still in the bottle.
“What are you making?” Marat asked taking his drink.
“Carbonara.”
“You cook that well?”
“Yeah, I like to think so. It’s not really that hard to make anyway.”
“I can’t wait to eat it.”
Andy watched Marat’s lips close around the bottle. He quickly found himself having to shut out all the feelings he used to have. Roger knew how to read him, and gawking at Marat wouldn’t go over well. “It’ll be done soon. I just have to wait on the pasta. You guys can go sit if you want to.”
Marat was instantly up, Roger moved a little slower heading for Andy before the doorway. He wrapped an arm around Andy’s waist and gave him a small kiss , “you’re being so good.”
Andy couldn’t hide his smile, he was putting all his effort into making this work. Roger noticing made the effort worth it, “thanks.”
When he looked up Marat turned quickly and headed for the kitchen. Andy thought he saw the Russian frowning, but Marat was all smiles when he walked into the kitchen.
The dinner was easy. Conversation flowed, nothing was awkward the way Andy expected it to be. Roger and Marat had dominated the conversation at first, but much to Andy’s surprise Marat made an effort to bring him into it. There were no more slip ups regarding his lifestyle. It was just normal and easy. He didn’t expect anything normal and easy from Marat after so much time of everything being forced and fake.
In the end it turned out to be a good, highly entertaining dinner.
“I’ll clean up. You cooked,” Roger kissed the top of Andy’s head and started to pick up plates.
“Okay,” Andy shifted in his seat not sure of what to do with himself.
“You two can go talk in the living room or something.”
Andy relaxed a little only to tense back up. He didn’t know how to talk to Marat one on one anymore. There couldn’t be any flirting, and he couldn’t remember doing anything else with Marat. They flirted and they had sex that was it. He just didn’t know how to talk to the Russian, it wasn’t the same as talking to a platonic friend. Taking to Marat was more like talking to Roger, and he didn’t think that tone or subject manner would go over well with his boyfriend. Mentally he sighed and made his way to the living room. This was either going to be awkward as hell or get him into more trouble than he could imagine.
“You guys are good together.”
“Yeah. We work thanks,” Andy nodded.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah,” Andy held his breath waiting for Marat to ask what he knew the other man wanted to.
“The collar doesn’t bother you?”
He shifted uncomfortably, “not really. No.”
“So you like all that stuff,” Marat moved his hands as he talked, and Andy found the conversation was better watching them not Marat’s face.
“Yeah.”
“You’re really uncomfortable right now.”
“Yeah,” Andy couldn’t help but laugh.
He looked up to see Marat smiling. His smile was easily the best thing about him when it was real. His eyes lit up and the corners crinkled a little bit.
“I’m happy that you finally figured it all out.”
There it was, the bomb he had been waiting for all night. He knew he hurt Marat. When he got into the situation with Marat he thought that feelings weren’t going to get involved. When they finally popped up Andy freaked out and ran as far as he could.
“You know I didn’t mean to do that to you right?”
“I know. I’m glad you’re happy now.”
“Yeah but I didn’t mean to use you like I did.”
“I know that Andy. So stop,” Marat’s hand went up and Andy’s eyes followed it.
“Okay, fine.”
“I should go soon.”
“We can be friends,” Andy blurted it out. He had no idea why he said it. If a conversation was this hard friends wasn’t going to be easy. He just wanted to do anything to cheer Marat up, to get him to stay longer.
“Is it that easy?”
“Roger thinks so.”
Marat leaned over a little, “I know what he is to you but he’s not always right.”
“Dude believe me I know that. I only let him think he is.” Andy laughed and was happy to see Marat smiling back at him again.
“Maybe he’s a little right this time,” The Russian mumbled.
“Don’t tell him that his ego is big enough.”
“Are you talking about me?”
Andy jumped in his seat at the sound of Roger’s voice. He had escaped a lot of punishments, and that little comment could have gotten him into a lot of trouble.
“We are,” Marat smiled, “and I should go.”
“Because of Andy?”
Marat shook his head, “no. Not because of Andy. I just need to leave. It’s getting late, and I have to go hit early.”
“Alright,” Roger smiled, and pulled Marat up into a hug.
Andy stood and watched them say goodbye. He couldn’t help but note how good they looked together, and how easy their friendship was. It made him feel better, he could be near Marat as long as Roger was around.
“Bye Andy.”
He snapped to attention, “bye Marat.”
There wasn’t a hug, and soon it was just Roger and Andy alone again.
“I have a big ego?” Roger’s eyebrows went up.
“Babe. I was joking.”
“Oh no Andy. This egocentric man has let you get away with too much, and now you think you can say what you want.”
“Roger, sir.”
“You should be down on your knees.”
Andy dropped down quickly a little shocked by his body’s reaction. This didn’t happen when he thought about dominating Roger. Nothing else did this to his body, “sorry sir.”
Roger’s foot inched out to press down on his crotch. It took all of Andy’s self control to keep from arching up to get more pressure.
“You’re hard.”
“Yes. I am, sir.”
“That’s interesting.”
Things go silent as Roger takes his time looking down at him. Andy had no idea what the Swiss was trying to do, but it’s making him nervous as hell. All his flaws out there, Roger just needing to tilt his head the right way to see them.
“I’m going upstairs to get a few things. I want you undressed, and over the arm of the couch when I get back. Legs wide, cock down. If I even think that you touched yourself, or humped the couch you’ll be getting some kind of chastity device to wear till you get some self control.”
Roger walked off and Andy scrambled to get all of his cloths off, and folded into a neat pile. He had no way of knowing how quick Roger would be, and he wouldn’t put it past the other man to trap him into a punishment. With that in mind he set his cloths and shoes off to the side before leaning over the arm of the couch. His legs spread out as he reached between his legs, and pulled his cock down between them so it was easy for Roger to get at.
“Good boy.”
Andy jumped a little at the sound of Roger’s voice so close to him. He felt his collar go around his neck and shut his eyes tightly. Then he felt his arms being tied back. First at the elbow, which forced him into an extremely uncomfortable upright position, and then he was tied at the wrist. Everything was done as quickly as possible with little contact. Andy knew Roger meant business.
“You look good like this. Slutty.” Roger spread Andy’s legs wider, “do you feel like a slut? Tied up in the living room, waiting for punishment.”
He did feel like a slut, and dirty. People didn’t do things like this. They didn’t strip down in their living rooms and bend over a couch to be tied up. Most importantly it didn’t make them rock hard, and he was.
“Yes sir.”
“So, you enjoy feeling like a slut?”
Andy felt fingers lightly tracing over his cock. He didn’t know if he liked it, but he knew what Roger wanted to hear, “yes sir.”
“Slut. You have to enjoy it,” Roger growled and tightened his grip on Andy’s cock making him moan, “see. If you hated it then you wouldn’t be hard, you wouldn’t be moaning.”
That was a good point, and Andy took it in as much as he could. Under the current circumstances he couldn’t really think properly.
“Do you hate it? Do you hate being a slut Andy?”
“No sir,” he gasped the answer as Roger’s grip tightened around him, it was on the verge of being too painful, but if asked he would have said that he wanted more without a second thought.
“It’s time for your punishment.”
Roger’s hand came down onto Andy’s ass, and he couldn’t help but jump away from the sudden sting.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you?” Andy mumbled not sure, and felt Roger’s hand come down on him again.
“Thank you what?”
“Thank you sir.”
“Better. Now I can punish you. Are you ready for it slave?”
Slave? His cock twitched, and Andy could almost hear the tone of Roger’s smirk, “yes sir, please sir.”
“It’s a flogger.”
Andy was about to reply when the first blow hit him. The tails of the object caressing over his ass and one hitting his balls. He jerked to cover himself and quickly realized why he was tied up. Though adrenaline rushed his system, and speed up his heart Andy didn’t move. It hurt. That was it. Nothing deep or meaningful the flogger just hurt, and that pain was turning him on more than he thought it should. The whole thing had turned into something that he hadn’t expected, but he knew Roger had planned this. It was too perfect not to be planned.
Then it stopped. His ass was tingling not yet burning, and his erection was growing back, harder than before. Andy Roddick was getting off on pain. He bit his lip and shook his head.
“Th.. thank you sir.”
Roger didn’t answer he just played with Andy’s cock and balls. His fingers were cool and slick with lube. Andy clenched and unclenched waiting for those fingers to reach his hole. Right now all the wanted was that contact.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please put them in me sir. I need it.”
“You can wait like any other good boy.”
Andy smiled, he was a good boy. Roger said it, he was good. Andy wiggled a little out of happiness, and was met with a hard slap to his already sore ass. He took the warning and calmed back down quickly.
Finally after far to much stroking, and teasing Roger’s two index fingers slipped into his body. At first they moved together slowly sliding in and out of his body. Then Roger used them differently thrusting one, pulling with the other, then pulling with both stretching him out. It was as close to heaven as Andy could imagine.
As his cock started to leak Roger stopped. Andy immediately thrusts out his hips wanting the contact back. Just like every other time he messed up Roger slapped his ass, which had finally started to burn, as a warning.
“You want my cock in you.”
“Yes, sir please fuck me. I want to make you come. I want to feel you. Please.”
“Begging without asking. I guess you learn quicker than I though.”
“Rog... sir. Fuck me. I need it.”
Again without any words Roger slips into Andy who sighs happy. Then Roger’s hips start to move. Andy couldn’t help but grunt, and moan as his body violently bounced back and forth. He also could not ignore the friction his cock was receiving from the rough material covering the couch. It was all to much for his senses, and Andy didn’t last long. He split his seed over the fabric and fell limp. Roger only needed to work his body for a few more seconds before he exploded into Andy with a muffled moan.
“I didn’t say you could come.”
“No sir you didn’t,” Andy mumbled weakly.
“Tomorrow,” as Roger spoke he moved Andy’s body onto his knees in front of the arm of the couch, “after you make me breakfast I’m going to spank you with the spatula then you’re going to suck me off. No orgasms for two days. You’re not fifteen you can control your body.”
Andy nods and looks at his come, “yes sir, you’re right sir.”
“Clean off the couch.”
Roger started to untie Andy’s arms as he tongued the fabric. When his arms were free Roger kissed the middle of his back, “am I done sir?”
“Yeah Andy, it’s clean.”
Andy stayed where he was as Roger got up, and stat down on the couch with his legs wide. He couldn’t help but wonder when Roger was going to take the collar off. They were obviously done playing, weren’t they?
“Come sit I’ll rub your shoulders,” Roger pointed too the floor in front of him.
“Thanks,” Andy smiled and shuffled over on his knees.
“I’m going to leave the collar on till tomorrow after breakfast is that alright?”
“Yes sir,” Andy moaned when Roger’s fingers started to work him.
“Are you good Andy?”
“Very good,” his eyes shut, “I like pain.”
Roger laughed at that, “I’ve noticed. I didn’t push to far?”
“No. I needed it.”
“I’m glad you found that porn on my computer.”
“Me too,” Andy laughed, and turned around to smile at Roger, “can I come sit with you?”
“Of course,” Roger moved so Andy could sit between his legs on the couch. When they were readjusted Roger continued his massage, “muscles good?”
“Very good now. I actually feel really relaxed. It was a good night.”
“Are you and Marat going to be okay?” Roger kissed his neck softly.
“I think so, yeah.” Andy let his head drop to the side as an invitation. Roger took it, “Roger?”
“Humm?” He hummed against Andy’s neck.
“I thought I wanted to top you,”
“That’s never going to happen Andy.”
“I know, I just, tonight reminded me of why I do this and how much it turns me on. I want you to be like you were tonight more.”
“Dominating me wouldn’t turn you on?” Roger went back to kissing his neck, and started to caress his chest.
“Not as much as you dominating me.”
“Good. You know your ass is going to hurt for days.”
“Good.” Andy mimicked with a grin. He was never going to be able to be a good boy.