FIC: The Belt
Title: The Belt
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Good Charlotte/Mest
Categories: Tony Lovato/Joel Madden, BDSM, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write. Chel and Clare, as ever, for the beta
Disclaimer: Tony Lovato & Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: “If you agree to give me your belt... then you are agreeing to whatever I want for the rest of the evening.”
“I want you to take your belt off and give it to me - but do it subtly, so that no-one else knows what you’re doing.”
Joel‘s forehead creased lightly and he glanced around the hotel bar, his breath hissing from between clenched teeth. “Tony..”
“If you agree to give me your belt, I'll take it up to my room, and you can come up, too, whenever you're ready," Tony continued. "You know what room I‘m in. " He took another drink of his pint, watching Joel’s reaction carefully. Then he added, "Remember, though; if you give me your belt then you are agreeing to whatever I want for the rest of the evening.”
A shiver ran through Joel, his breath catching in his throat as he opened his mouth to reply. He whimpered, his cock growing hard in his jeans at the intense gaze Tony locked on him
"All you have to do to start this is give me your belt. And all you have to do to stop
it -- no matter where we are or what we're doing -- is tell me you want your belt back. All you have to say is the word 'belt.' Okay?"
Joel swallowed heavily, turning away from Tony. He took a deep breath, downed the last of his drink and nodded. He dropped his hands to his waist and unbuckled his belt, fingers trembling as he slid it to Tony, who grinned.
About half an hour later, Joel found himself standing naked at the foot of Tony’s bed; Tony lounging in a large soft chair near the window, fully dressed with Joel’s belt across his lap.
“Turn around,” Tony instructed, his voice husky with desire, but calm and controlled at the same time, sending a shiver down Joel’s spine. “I want to see your ass.”
He stood up and crossed the room to stand behind Joel, running his hands down his back and arms, before embracing him, pulling him close against him. “I have your belt,” he whispered in Joel’s ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth. “And that means I have you.”
"Yes," Joel breathed, relaxing in Tony’s arms, trembling lightly with lust.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir."
“I'm really horny, and you're just the thing I need. I've been sitting here thinking about what I want to do with you." His lips slid down from Joel’s ear, grazing down his neck and throat, soft kisses that left Joel breathless and panting, his knees weak.
Suddenly, he pushed Joel away and said in a normal voice, "But first, I want you to face the foot of the bed and bend over and put your hands on it." He nodded as Joel did as instructed, running the end of the belt lightly over Joel’s ass. "I have to punish you for not calling me 'Sir' earlier.”
"Yes, Sir," Joel answered, quietly.
Nodding in approval, Tony took a step back and made sure the buckle was firmly in his hand, before cracking the belt down on Joel‘s ass.
Joel gasped; the blow stung but didn’t really hurt and he found himself pushing into the touch as Tony ran his hand over the red mark the leather had left on his ass. The gentle caress was followed by another stinging slap, and another. And another, every stroke coming harder and faster until Joel moaned out loud, biting down on his lower lip, his ass hot and sore.
"Have you learned your lesson, or should I keep going?" he asked.
"I've learned my lesson, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
He pulled a pillow off the bed and dropped it on the floor at his feet. "Good boy. Come over here and get down on your knees in front of me." Joel nodded, quickly dropping to the floor in front of Tony. “Good boy,“ Tony praised, running his fingers through Joel’s hair, before stepping back and undressing, moaning in relief as he freed his erection from the confines of his pants. “You like my cock, don‘t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Joel agreed, his tongue darting out as Tony brushed his cock over his lips.
"Then kiss it."
Joel whimpered softly and leaned forward, kissing the head of Tony’s cock, lapping softly at the pre-come leaking steadily from the tip. Tony groaned, instructing Joel to keep going. Joel swirled his tongue around the tip a few more times before kissing his way slowly and lightly down the shaft, covering Tony’s entire erection with butterfly kisses.
Tony groaned and spread his legs slightly, giving Joel access to his balls. Joel took the hint, his tongue running over Tony’s sack before sucking and licking first one of his balls, then the other.
Moaning louder, Tony slid his fingers into Joel‘s hair, his grip tightening when Joel’s attention turned back to his hard cock, tongue tracing the thick pulsing vein along the underside; nibbling, licking and sucking. “Open your mouth,” he panted. “And suck like the slut you are!”
Joel felt his cheeks heat up at Tony’s words but he did as instructed, closing his lips around the head of Tony’s cock. He sucked softly, hollowing his cheeks as he increased suction, one hand sliding down to stroke his own cock. He slowly took more and more of Tony’s cock, licking and sliding his mouth down licking as he did, taking him a little deeper each time; breathing through his nose, battling his gag reflex as he curled his fist around his own erection, pumping himself in the same rhythm.
"That's it, " Tony murmured . "Suck my cock." His head fell back against the wall, his grip on Joel’s head tightening.
Smirking to himself, Joel reached up with his other hand, fingers curling around the base of Tony’s cock, starting to stroke him.
Tony shook his head, knocking Joel’s hand away. “Put your hands behind you back and keep them there.” Groaning, Joel obeyed; mourning the loss of contact to his own cock but continued his ministrations of Tony’s cock, feeling the familiar twitches and jerks that signalled how close Tony was to orgasm. “That’s it, good boy.” His grip tightened further until he was holding Joel’s head still, pumping his cock hard and fast in and out of Joel’s mouth, his eyes sliding closed with pleasure. “Feels so good, so fucking good to fuck your face.” He thrust deeper and deeper, his cock hitting the back of Joel’s throat and setting off his gag reflex.
Joel whimpered softly, tears streaming down his cheeks as he struggled to breathe through his nose while sucking on Tony’s cock, saliva and pre-come dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He clenched his hands into fists behind his back, his own cock smearing pre-come over his belly.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Tony moaned. "You wanted to come up here and be my little cock sucker, didn't you."
Joel moaned, nodding as much as he could; Tony was right - it was exactly what he’d been wanting all evening. He’d been wanting to feel Tony’s cock slamming in and out of his mouth, wanted to suck him and lick him and make him come.
And Joel knew exactly how close his boyfriend was to orgasm - his whole body shaking with the force of his thrusts, his moaning growing louder and louder, calling Joel a cocksucker and a come-slut even as he tensed, his knees locked and his cock jerked once, twice and then he shot his load down Joel’s throat.
“Oh fuck, Joel...” Tony pulled his cock from Joel’s mouth, his fingers leaving Joel’s head to stroke his cock, guiding it as he aimed onto Joel’s face; one shot hitting his nose, another to his forehead and one on his cheek before pushing his cock back to Joel’s lips, rubbing along his tongue until he was spent, sated and exhausted, leaning back against the wall.
Leaning back against the wall, Tony looked down at Joel and chuckled; Joel was still kneeling at his face, come dripping down his face, his cock standing hard to attention against his belly and his arms tightly clenched behind his back. “Not bad for a filthy little cock whore,” he commented. “Go into the bathroom and clean yourself up while I think about what I’m going to do to you next. He watched as Joel rose unsteadily to his feet, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and walking shakily to the bathroom. “Unless, of course you’re ready for your belt back.”
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Good Charlotte/Mest
Categories: Tony Lovato/Joel Madden, BDSM, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write. Chel and Clare, as ever, for the beta
Disclaimer: Tony Lovato & Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: “If you agree to give me your belt... then you are agreeing to whatever I want for the rest of the evening.”
“I want you to take your belt off and give it to me - but do it subtly, so that no-one else knows what you’re doing.”
Joel‘s forehead creased lightly and he glanced around the hotel bar, his breath hissing from between clenched teeth. “Tony..”
“If you agree to give me your belt, I'll take it up to my room, and you can come up, too, whenever you're ready," Tony continued. "You know what room I‘m in. " He took another drink of his pint, watching Joel’s reaction carefully. Then he added, "Remember, though; if you give me your belt then you are agreeing to whatever I want for the rest of the evening.”
A shiver ran through Joel, his breath catching in his throat as he opened his mouth to reply. He whimpered, his cock growing hard in his jeans at the intense gaze Tony locked on him
"All you have to do to start this is give me your belt. And all you have to do to stop
it -- no matter where we are or what we're doing -- is tell me you want your belt back. All you have to say is the word 'belt.' Okay?"
Joel swallowed heavily, turning away from Tony. He took a deep breath, downed the last of his drink and nodded. He dropped his hands to his waist and unbuckled his belt, fingers trembling as he slid it to Tony, who grinned.
About half an hour later, Joel found himself standing naked at the foot of Tony’s bed; Tony lounging in a large soft chair near the window, fully dressed with Joel’s belt across his lap.
“Turn around,” Tony instructed, his voice husky with desire, but calm and controlled at the same time, sending a shiver down Joel’s spine. “I want to see your ass.”
He stood up and crossed the room to stand behind Joel, running his hands down his back and arms, before embracing him, pulling him close against him. “I have your belt,” he whispered in Joel’s ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth. “And that means I have you.”
"Yes," Joel breathed, relaxing in Tony’s arms, trembling lightly with lust.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir."
“I'm really horny, and you're just the thing I need. I've been sitting here thinking about what I want to do with you." His lips slid down from Joel’s ear, grazing down his neck and throat, soft kisses that left Joel breathless and panting, his knees weak.
Suddenly, he pushed Joel away and said in a normal voice, "But first, I want you to face the foot of the bed and bend over and put your hands on it." He nodded as Joel did as instructed, running the end of the belt lightly over Joel’s ass. "I have to punish you for not calling me 'Sir' earlier.”
"Yes, Sir," Joel answered, quietly.
Nodding in approval, Tony took a step back and made sure the buckle was firmly in his hand, before cracking the belt down on Joel‘s ass.
Joel gasped; the blow stung but didn’t really hurt and he found himself pushing into the touch as Tony ran his hand over the red mark the leather had left on his ass. The gentle caress was followed by another stinging slap, and another. And another, every stroke coming harder and faster until Joel moaned out loud, biting down on his lower lip, his ass hot and sore.
"Have you learned your lesson, or should I keep going?" he asked.
"I've learned my lesson, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
He pulled a pillow off the bed and dropped it on the floor at his feet. "Good boy. Come over here and get down on your knees in front of me." Joel nodded, quickly dropping to the floor in front of Tony. “Good boy,“ Tony praised, running his fingers through Joel’s hair, before stepping back and undressing, moaning in relief as he freed his erection from the confines of his pants. “You like my cock, don‘t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Joel agreed, his tongue darting out as Tony brushed his cock over his lips.
"Then kiss it."
Joel whimpered softly and leaned forward, kissing the head of Tony’s cock, lapping softly at the pre-come leaking steadily from the tip. Tony groaned, instructing Joel to keep going. Joel swirled his tongue around the tip a few more times before kissing his way slowly and lightly down the shaft, covering Tony’s entire erection with butterfly kisses.
Tony groaned and spread his legs slightly, giving Joel access to his balls. Joel took the hint, his tongue running over Tony’s sack before sucking and licking first one of his balls, then the other.
Moaning louder, Tony slid his fingers into Joel‘s hair, his grip tightening when Joel’s attention turned back to his hard cock, tongue tracing the thick pulsing vein along the underside; nibbling, licking and sucking. “Open your mouth,” he panted. “And suck like the slut you are!”
Joel felt his cheeks heat up at Tony’s words but he did as instructed, closing his lips around the head of Tony’s cock. He sucked softly, hollowing his cheeks as he increased suction, one hand sliding down to stroke his own cock. He slowly took more and more of Tony’s cock, licking and sliding his mouth down licking as he did, taking him a little deeper each time; breathing through his nose, battling his gag reflex as he curled his fist around his own erection, pumping himself in the same rhythm.
"That's it, " Tony murmured . "Suck my cock." His head fell back against the wall, his grip on Joel’s head tightening.
Smirking to himself, Joel reached up with his other hand, fingers curling around the base of Tony’s cock, starting to stroke him.
Tony shook his head, knocking Joel’s hand away. “Put your hands behind you back and keep them there.” Groaning, Joel obeyed; mourning the loss of contact to his own cock but continued his ministrations of Tony’s cock, feeling the familiar twitches and jerks that signalled how close Tony was to orgasm. “That’s it, good boy.” His grip tightened further until he was holding Joel’s head still, pumping his cock hard and fast in and out of Joel’s mouth, his eyes sliding closed with pleasure. “Feels so good, so fucking good to fuck your face.” He thrust deeper and deeper, his cock hitting the back of Joel’s throat and setting off his gag reflex.
Joel whimpered softly, tears streaming down his cheeks as he struggled to breathe through his nose while sucking on Tony’s cock, saliva and pre-come dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He clenched his hands into fists behind his back, his own cock smearing pre-come over his belly.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Tony moaned. "You wanted to come up here and be my little cock sucker, didn't you."
Joel moaned, nodding as much as he could; Tony was right - it was exactly what he’d been wanting all evening. He’d been wanting to feel Tony’s cock slamming in and out of his mouth, wanted to suck him and lick him and make him come.
And Joel knew exactly how close his boyfriend was to orgasm - his whole body shaking with the force of his thrusts, his moaning growing louder and louder, calling Joel a cocksucker and a come-slut even as he tensed, his knees locked and his cock jerked once, twice and then he shot his load down Joel’s throat.
“Oh fuck, Joel...” Tony pulled his cock from Joel’s mouth, his fingers leaving Joel’s head to stroke his cock, guiding it as he aimed onto Joel’s face; one shot hitting his nose, another to his forehead and one on his cheek before pushing his cock back to Joel’s lips, rubbing along his tongue until he was spent, sated and exhausted, leaning back against the wall.
Leaning back against the wall, Tony looked down at Joel and chuckled; Joel was still kneeling at his face, come dripping down his face, his cock standing hard to attention against his belly and his arms tightly clenched behind his back. “Not bad for a filthy little cock whore,” he commented. “Go into the bathroom and clean yourself up while I think about what I’m going to do to you next. He watched as Joel rose unsteadily to his feet, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and walking shakily to the bathroom. “Unless, of course you’re ready for your belt back.”