Punishment, Chapter 1
Title: Punishment
Author: chocoholic_90
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Summary: Reply to this prompt from the kink meme: dom-ish!kris, sub-ish!adam, chastity device. Kris has Adam locked into a chastity device which keeps him hard and does not allow him to come, as punishment for whatever you want. After two days of this (disregard physical limitations ;P) Adam is begging for release. Kris makes him jump through all sorts of sexual hoops, making him play with himself with the device on, making him suck Kris off, making him finger himself for Kris's amusement, making him absolutely beg for it, before finally letting him come.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Hope you guys like it, first time actually writing something like this. Thoughts? Hope whomevers prompt this is like it.
Chapter 1
Shit. Shit. Shit. I though as I entered the hotel that I was staying at for the day, not feeling anything akin to the adrenaline rush I usually felt after performing. But usually I didn’t get so carried away that I let my fans rub my crotch. I was so fucking dead. Kris was going to murder me or worse, punish me with his usual brand of delectable torture. He was going to be so pissed.
You see, Kris Allen is my master - no, he doesn’t legally own me because slavery is still illegal in the United States, but I’ve been his for almost a year, ever since we signed a Dom/sub contract - and he doesn’t like anyone touching his property, especially his sub - me - and especially not there. Hell, even I’m not allowed to touch my dick - not for anything. Seriously, I have to squat down to take a piss, like a fucking woman.
I was so fucking dead that it wasn’t even funny. Apprehension bubbled in my gut at the thought of him finding out, but I took a deep breath to calm myself. I slid my keycard into its slot when I reached my hotel room and opened the door when the light turned green. I entered the room, turning to close the door before I reached for the light switch.
“Strip,” I froze when the command rang through the room.
“Kris?” There must have been uncertainty in my voice because the next thing I knew there was a click and then the lamp on the bedside table was glowing. Kris was sprawled on the bed, his back supported by a bunch of pillows that were leaning against the headboard, and the orange light of the lamp gave him an almost ethereal look.
“Strip,” he repeated, his voice firm and unyielding. It snapped me out of my daze and I immediately found myself obeying his orders. I quickly shrugged out of my bedazzled top, pulled my feet out of my snakeskin boots, then shimmied out of my skin-tight leather pants.
Before I had time to be unsure about my next move, Kris snapped his fingers and I reacted instinctively to the wordless command. My knees hit the carpeted floor with a muffled thud and I spread them until they were about shoulder width apart like Kris had taught me. I placed my hands flat on my thighs and bowed my head, my eyes lowered respectively.
I heard a creak that I associated with Kris rising from the bed and heard the soft noise as his feet moved on the flush carpet, but I kept my eyes lowered until he ordered, “Eyes up,” and jerked his pointed finger in the universal gesture that meant get your ass over here. I obeyed and crawled on all fours until I was kneeling in front of him at the foot of the bed.
Once there, I lowered my eyes to the floor and didn’t react when he moved away from in front of me and turned on the air-conditioner that was directly in front of me. He didn’t say anything as he moved from my line of sight, but I didn’t dare look up to see what he was doing not even when I heard the click that signified the hotel room door closing. He’d left me alone in the room and would be gone for God knows how long. Still, I stayed where I was.
Gooseflesh rose on my skin as the cold air assaulted it, my nipples hardened into peaks, and the occasional shiver wracked my frame as I waited. Finally, I don’t know how much later the door opened and someone, hopefully Kris, entered. He ignored my presence and I heard water running in the bathroom. Was he really taking a shower?
Apparently not because, seconds later, the water was turned off. I heard soft footfalls near me and, when they came to a stop, I could see my master’s naked feet in front of me. He crouched down to my level and placed an ice bucket in front of me. I swallowed and he smiled wickedly. He reached out with a warm hand and circled my hard cock. “You let them touch you,” he said, soft as could be, but I could feel his disappointment and it pierced my heart like a shard of ice.
“I’m sorr-”
He abruptly released my cock and slapped me, “Did I say you could talk?”
I shook my head from side to side. He rose and circled me slowly, his eyes roving over me, “You let them touch my property, Adam. My property and you’re hard.” Disgust practically oozed from his last word and he completed his circle, coming to a stop where he’d started.
“I came here today, Adam, to surprise you, to take care of your needs. Imagine my surprise when I entered the theater and saw a bunch of rabid fangirls stroking you - touching my property. Imagine my surprise when I saw that you weren’t moving - weren’t stopping them.”
“What are you trying to tell me, Adam, because I know you’re not this stupid. I know that you know better than to let other people touch you. Did you want my attention? Because, let me tell you, you’ve fucking got it. Answer me, Adam. I’m giving you permission to talk. Did you think that I didn’t know what you needed? Did you think that I couldn’t take care of your needs or can you not go even a week without coming?”
I was shaking my head frantically, but I didn’t answer because I had no idea what to say. A hand threaded through my hair and yanked my head back painfully, making me look at Kris. “Tell me the truth, Adam,” his voice ordered in his most authoritarian voice and I found myself spilling the truth that I hadn’t even realized had been behind my stunt.
“I wanted your attention, Master. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but I don’t think that you can’t take care of me. I know better than that. You’ve always taken care of me and my needs.”
He shook his head, a sad smile on his face, “Actions speak louder than words, Adam, and your actions have spoken for themselves.”
“I’m going to give you a choice, Adam. I told you when we started this that it was either all or nothing. We can stop - believe me when I say that there’s nothing I want less - or we can keep going. If you choose to keep going, you will be punished and you will hate it.” Kris held up a hand when I opened my mouth, “And before you ask, I’ve already cleared your schedule.”
He framed my face with his hands and I saw a flash of something in his eyes - vulnerability. And, with a jolt, I realized that Kris believed that I thought that he wasn’t capable of taking care of me. He believed that I didn’t trust him and just like that I knew my choice. I knew I wasn’t going to like this, but there was no way I was going to lose my master, “Yes, Master. I’ll take whatever punishment you think I deserve.”
My master smiled and every ounce of relief he felt was conveyed to me when he pressed his lips to mine in a bruising kiss, his lips taking mine with the boldness of ownership. “I love you,” he whispered against them, then withdrew.
He rose and his face molded itself into an emotionless mask, “You see that bucket in front of you?” It was a rhetorical question so I didn’t answer. “Put your dick in there.”What? He could not be serious! There was ice in that thing, “It’s either my way or the highway, Adam. You agreed to do what I said.” Even though his face was an empty mask, his eyes were imploring me to trust him and, swallowing the lump that had appeared in my throat, I followed his orders.
The first touch of the water on my cock made it feel as it was both being burnt and frozen at the same time and I tensed. I kept going though, shuddering when the cold seemed to spread from my dick to the rest of my body. I kept pushing until the whole length of my dick was submerged in the water. It instantly went limp and I made to withdraw, but two warms hands appeared on my shoulder and pushed, holding me down. I whimpered and Kris whispered soft nothings in my ear and kneaded my taut muscles.
“Take it,” he told me, “I tell you what to do and you do it. That’s how it’s supposed to be. You’re such a good boy, taking it for me. I love you so much, Baby.”
For me, the world faded away to nothing and the only things that kept me tethered to reality were Kris’s voice in my ear, the warmth of his hands on my body, and the excruciating pain in my dick. I have no idea how much time passed before Kris pulled me up, his hands guiding me into the bathroom. He made me sit on the toilet and started a bath.
He stripped off as the water filled the bath and urged me up and into the tub. He sank into the water, spreading his legs, and then pulled me down so that I was cradled between them, my back leaning against his chest. I was still shivering but the warmth of the water eventually seeped into me and Kris’s hands roving over my body, cleaning me, and affectionately smoothing along my dick chased the biting cold away.
“Now that their touch is washed away, now that you’re clean, we can get to your punishment,” Kris muttered into my neck and I froze. If this wasn’t my punishment, then what was it? “Shh,” Kris cooed into my ear, his hands soothing my taut muscles, “I’ll take care of you, Adam. Just trust me.”
I melted back into him and nodded.
Author: chocoholic_90
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Summary: Reply to this prompt from the kink meme: dom-ish!kris, sub-ish!adam, chastity device. Kris has Adam locked into a chastity device which keeps him hard and does not allow him to come, as punishment for whatever you want. After two days of this (disregard physical limitations ;P) Adam is begging for release. Kris makes him jump through all sorts of sexual hoops, making him play with himself with the device on, making him suck Kris off, making him finger himself for Kris's amusement, making him absolutely beg for it, before finally letting him come.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Hope you guys like it, first time actually writing something like this. Thoughts? Hope whomevers prompt this is like it.
Chapter 1
Shit. Shit. Shit. I though as I entered the hotel that I was staying at for the day, not feeling anything akin to the adrenaline rush I usually felt after performing. But usually I didn’t get so carried away that I let my fans rub my crotch. I was so fucking dead. Kris was going to murder me or worse, punish me with his usual brand of delectable torture. He was going to be so pissed.
You see, Kris Allen is my master - no, he doesn’t legally own me because slavery is still illegal in the United States, but I’ve been his for almost a year, ever since we signed a Dom/sub contract - and he doesn’t like anyone touching his property, especially his sub - me - and especially not there. Hell, even I’m not allowed to touch my dick - not for anything. Seriously, I have to squat down to take a piss, like a fucking woman.
I was so fucking dead that it wasn’t even funny. Apprehension bubbled in my gut at the thought of him finding out, but I took a deep breath to calm myself. I slid my keycard into its slot when I reached my hotel room and opened the door when the light turned green. I entered the room, turning to close the door before I reached for the light switch.
“Strip,” I froze when the command rang through the room.
“Kris?” There must have been uncertainty in my voice because the next thing I knew there was a click and then the lamp on the bedside table was glowing. Kris was sprawled on the bed, his back supported by a bunch of pillows that were leaning against the headboard, and the orange light of the lamp gave him an almost ethereal look.
“Strip,” he repeated, his voice firm and unyielding. It snapped me out of my daze and I immediately found myself obeying his orders. I quickly shrugged out of my bedazzled top, pulled my feet out of my snakeskin boots, then shimmied out of my skin-tight leather pants.
Before I had time to be unsure about my next move, Kris snapped his fingers and I reacted instinctively to the wordless command. My knees hit the carpeted floor with a muffled thud and I spread them until they were about shoulder width apart like Kris had taught me. I placed my hands flat on my thighs and bowed my head, my eyes lowered respectively.
I heard a creak that I associated with Kris rising from the bed and heard the soft noise as his feet moved on the flush carpet, but I kept my eyes lowered until he ordered, “Eyes up,” and jerked his pointed finger in the universal gesture that meant get your ass over here. I obeyed and crawled on all fours until I was kneeling in front of him at the foot of the bed.
Once there, I lowered my eyes to the floor and didn’t react when he moved away from in front of me and turned on the air-conditioner that was directly in front of me. He didn’t say anything as he moved from my line of sight, but I didn’t dare look up to see what he was doing not even when I heard the click that signified the hotel room door closing. He’d left me alone in the room and would be gone for God knows how long. Still, I stayed where I was.
Gooseflesh rose on my skin as the cold air assaulted it, my nipples hardened into peaks, and the occasional shiver wracked my frame as I waited. Finally, I don’t know how much later the door opened and someone, hopefully Kris, entered. He ignored my presence and I heard water running in the bathroom. Was he really taking a shower?
Apparently not because, seconds later, the water was turned off. I heard soft footfalls near me and, when they came to a stop, I could see my master’s naked feet in front of me. He crouched down to my level and placed an ice bucket in front of me. I swallowed and he smiled wickedly. He reached out with a warm hand and circled my hard cock. “You let them touch you,” he said, soft as could be, but I could feel his disappointment and it pierced my heart like a shard of ice.
“I’m sorr-”
He abruptly released my cock and slapped me, “Did I say you could talk?”
I shook my head from side to side. He rose and circled me slowly, his eyes roving over me, “You let them touch my property, Adam. My property and you’re hard.” Disgust practically oozed from his last word and he completed his circle, coming to a stop where he’d started.
“I came here today, Adam, to surprise you, to take care of your needs. Imagine my surprise when I entered the theater and saw a bunch of rabid fangirls stroking you - touching my property. Imagine my surprise when I saw that you weren’t moving - weren’t stopping them.”
“What are you trying to tell me, Adam, because I know you’re not this stupid. I know that you know better than to let other people touch you. Did you want my attention? Because, let me tell you, you’ve fucking got it. Answer me, Adam. I’m giving you permission to talk. Did you think that I didn’t know what you needed? Did you think that I couldn’t take care of your needs or can you not go even a week without coming?”
I was shaking my head frantically, but I didn’t answer because I had no idea what to say. A hand threaded through my hair and yanked my head back painfully, making me look at Kris. “Tell me the truth, Adam,” his voice ordered in his most authoritarian voice and I found myself spilling the truth that I hadn’t even realized had been behind my stunt.
“I wanted your attention, Master. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but I don’t think that you can’t take care of me. I know better than that. You’ve always taken care of me and my needs.”
He shook his head, a sad smile on his face, “Actions speak louder than words, Adam, and your actions have spoken for themselves.”
“I’m going to give you a choice, Adam. I told you when we started this that it was either all or nothing. We can stop - believe me when I say that there’s nothing I want less - or we can keep going. If you choose to keep going, you will be punished and you will hate it.” Kris held up a hand when I opened my mouth, “And before you ask, I’ve already cleared your schedule.”
He framed my face with his hands and I saw a flash of something in his eyes - vulnerability. And, with a jolt, I realized that Kris believed that I thought that he wasn’t capable of taking care of me. He believed that I didn’t trust him and just like that I knew my choice. I knew I wasn’t going to like this, but there was no way I was going to lose my master, “Yes, Master. I’ll take whatever punishment you think I deserve.”
My master smiled and every ounce of relief he felt was conveyed to me when he pressed his lips to mine in a bruising kiss, his lips taking mine with the boldness of ownership. “I love you,” he whispered against them, then withdrew.
He rose and his face molded itself into an emotionless mask, “You see that bucket in front of you?” It was a rhetorical question so I didn’t answer. “Put your dick in there.”What? He could not be serious! There was ice in that thing, “It’s either my way or the highway, Adam. You agreed to do what I said.” Even though his face was an empty mask, his eyes were imploring me to trust him and, swallowing the lump that had appeared in my throat, I followed his orders.
The first touch of the water on my cock made it feel as it was both being burnt and frozen at the same time and I tensed. I kept going though, shuddering when the cold seemed to spread from my dick to the rest of my body. I kept pushing until the whole length of my dick was submerged in the water. It instantly went limp and I made to withdraw, but two warms hands appeared on my shoulder and pushed, holding me down. I whimpered and Kris whispered soft nothings in my ear and kneaded my taut muscles.
“Take it,” he told me, “I tell you what to do and you do it. That’s how it’s supposed to be. You’re such a good boy, taking it for me. I love you so much, Baby.”
For me, the world faded away to nothing and the only things that kept me tethered to reality were Kris’s voice in my ear, the warmth of his hands on my body, and the excruciating pain in my dick. I have no idea how much time passed before Kris pulled me up, his hands guiding me into the bathroom. He made me sit on the toilet and started a bath.
He stripped off as the water filled the bath and urged me up and into the tub. He sank into the water, spreading his legs, and then pulled me down so that I was cradled between them, my back leaning against his chest. I was still shivering but the warmth of the water eventually seeped into me and Kris’s hands roving over my body, cleaning me, and affectionately smoothing along my dick chased the biting cold away.
“Now that their touch is washed away, now that you’re clean, we can get to your punishment,” Kris muttered into my neck and I froze. If this wasn’t my punishment, then what was it? “Shh,” Kris cooed into my ear, his hands soothing my taut muscles, “I’ll take care of you, Adam. Just trust me.”
I melted back into him and nodded.