Who Are You - fic
Who Are You?
Rating; NC-17/18
Pairing; whoever you what.
This is pure PWP - why worry about a plot? lol
His arms stretched above his head, manacled wrists hanging from the hoot in the ceiling. Blindfolded eyes meant that he could see nothing, he’d lost track of time what could be minutes or hours ago; he didn’t know anymore.
Naked, hanging from the ceiling, his mind had cleared with only a faint touch of apprehension left.
The silence gradually gave way to the sound of footsteps descending the staircase.
The other man stood there looking at his lover. The taught body stretched tight, arm muscles bulging, the dimmed light reflecting off sculpted abs. His eyes slowly worked his way down the body that he knew belonged to him; no one else would ever possess this exquisite creature.
He slowly walked over to the cupboard, knowing his lover was following him with his sense.
Where to start, he wondered. He looked at the array of equipment they possessed, picking up a beautiful pair of silver nipple clamps he looked across at the other man. His dick hardened simply at the thought of how wonderful they would look on him. His hand settled on the riding crop, can I make it work with just this and the nipple clamps. A filthy smirk crossed his face, he was determined to try.
He crossed the room and placed the crop at his feet. His hand stroked down the other man’s jaw.
‘What would you like today beautiful’ he asked softly.
The faintest hint of a sigh and a smile crossed the other’s face.
‘Whatever pleases you Mater.’
‘Good answer’ he smiled and stroked the other side of his face.
‘What would please me is to decorate this magnificent body’ he stroked the erect nipples with the chain of the clamps, licking and blowing on them, without any further waiting he attached both clamps simultaneously. A low groan emanated from the other man, he spun him round slapping his ass.
‘No noise’ he pulled on the chain connecting the clamps, the other mans dick was now fully erect and leaking. He bent down, licking the tip, tasting him.
‘You taste so good’ he whispered into his ear. ‘But now, I want to take you flying’ he stepped back and looked at the other man ‘you’re nearly there my sweet’ he smiled, expecting no answer.
He stood and examined his handiwork, the shining golden skin and erect dick. The power he held over this wonderful man was almost enough to make him want to unhook him and fuck him there and then, but he deserved better than that. As promised he would make him fly, which wasn’t likely to take long on this occasion.
He picked up the crop and walked round, stroking over the smooth ass he lifted it and began. With methodical precision beautiful red stripes started to decorate appear.
‘You can make as much noise as you want now’ he said.
Slowly moans developed into cries, he wondered how long he would need to continue on this occasion, but then he heard the tears come, and knew that the tensions of the past week would now be disappearing.
He quickly released the hook and carried him over to the bed. Retrieving the keys to the manacles from his pocket he unlocked them and held the other man in his arms, letting him cry. Slowly the tears started to dry.
‘Need you Master, please’, the inevitable note of uncertainty in his lover’s voice.
He stripped off the black jeans he was wearing, and moved the other man onto his stomach. He knew that preparation would already have been done.
He positioned himself and with one swift thrust he was inside the other man.
‘Love you, beautiful one’ he whispered, groaning at the tight heat enveloping him. He could hear his lover crying freely, but knew that this time they were tears of freedom, from the shackles of his mind. He felt himself about to come, and grabbed his lover’s dick. Pumping firmly
‘Come for me’ he whispered, and they both came, lights flashing behind their eyes.
He pulled out, and, wrapped in each other’s arms, they slept.
Rating; NC-17/18
Pairing; whoever you what.
This is pure PWP - why worry about a plot? lol
His arms stretched above his head, manacled wrists hanging from the hoot in the ceiling. Blindfolded eyes meant that he could see nothing, he’d lost track of time what could be minutes or hours ago; he didn’t know anymore.
Naked, hanging from the ceiling, his mind had cleared with only a faint touch of apprehension left.
The silence gradually gave way to the sound of footsteps descending the staircase.
The other man stood there looking at his lover. The taught body stretched tight, arm muscles bulging, the dimmed light reflecting off sculpted abs. His eyes slowly worked his way down the body that he knew belonged to him; no one else would ever possess this exquisite creature.
He slowly walked over to the cupboard, knowing his lover was following him with his sense.
Where to start, he wondered. He looked at the array of equipment they possessed, picking up a beautiful pair of silver nipple clamps he looked across at the other man. His dick hardened simply at the thought of how wonderful they would look on him. His hand settled on the riding crop, can I make it work with just this and the nipple clamps. A filthy smirk crossed his face, he was determined to try.
He crossed the room and placed the crop at his feet. His hand stroked down the other man’s jaw.
‘What would you like today beautiful’ he asked softly.
The faintest hint of a sigh and a smile crossed the other’s face.
‘Whatever pleases you Mater.’
‘Good answer’ he smiled and stroked the other side of his face.
‘What would please me is to decorate this magnificent body’ he stroked the erect nipples with the chain of the clamps, licking and blowing on them, without any further waiting he attached both clamps simultaneously. A low groan emanated from the other man, he spun him round slapping his ass.
‘No noise’ he pulled on the chain connecting the clamps, the other mans dick was now fully erect and leaking. He bent down, licking the tip, tasting him.
‘You taste so good’ he whispered into his ear. ‘But now, I want to take you flying’ he stepped back and looked at the other man ‘you’re nearly there my sweet’ he smiled, expecting no answer.
He stood and examined his handiwork, the shining golden skin and erect dick. The power he held over this wonderful man was almost enough to make him want to unhook him and fuck him there and then, but he deserved better than that. As promised he would make him fly, which wasn’t likely to take long on this occasion.
He picked up the crop and walked round, stroking over the smooth ass he lifted it and began. With methodical precision beautiful red stripes started to decorate appear.
‘You can make as much noise as you want now’ he said.
Slowly moans developed into cries, he wondered how long he would need to continue on this occasion, but then he heard the tears come, and knew that the tensions of the past week would now be disappearing.
He quickly released the hook and carried him over to the bed. Retrieving the keys to the manacles from his pocket he unlocked them and held the other man in his arms, letting him cry. Slowly the tears started to dry.
‘Need you Master, please’, the inevitable note of uncertainty in his lover’s voice.
He stripped off the black jeans he was wearing, and moved the other man onto his stomach. He knew that preparation would already have been done.
He positioned himself and with one swift thrust he was inside the other man.
‘Love you, beautiful one’ he whispered, groaning at the tight heat enveloping him. He could hear his lover crying freely, but knew that this time they were tears of freedom, from the shackles of his mind. He felt himself about to come, and grabbed his lover’s dick. Pumping firmly
‘Come for me’ he whispered, and they both came, lights flashing behind their eyes.
He pulled out, and, wrapped in each other’s arms, they slept.