Fanfic
Title: Lesson 4
Author: Telera
Characters: Beckett and Mercer
Pairing: See above
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1591
Summary: Master Cutler demands a lesson from Mercer… And he gets it.
Warnings: Mmmm… A bit kinky? Ah, yes, and hot chocolate ahead!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. No profit is made out of this, I’m only borrowing the characters for fun.
Author’s Note: This chapter is dedicated to
kittymay, to whom I had promised an update a long, long time ago… ^_^
This ficlet comes right after Lesson 3, and it won’t make much sense unless you’ve read it.
Want to know what were the other Lessons like? Here they are! Lesson 1 & Lesson 2 :D
Master Cutler rolled on his stomach and propped his chin on his hands.
‘Please, Mr. Mercer, would you tell me again?’
The clerk raised an eyebrow and looked at the boy. He was still wearing the expensive clothes he had worn for Lady Burward’s party, the golden silk brocade and expensive satin breeches now wrinkled from lying on the bed.
‘I’ve told you twice already, Master Cutler’ he said, and took a sip from the hot chocolate cup in his hands.
The boy frowned and curled his lips in a pleading pout.
‘Please?’
The clerk sighed and left the cup on the nearby table.
‘Very well, but it will be the last time’ he warned.
The boy nodded eagerly, his nostrils flaring in anticipation.
‘I arrived to Lord Burward’s mansion at nine sharp, and asked the butler to call your father at once. Urgent message from London, I said. I was shown into the library and told to wait there’.
Cutler smiled wickedly.
‘The doors to the billiard room were closed, but there were very… Interesting noises coming out from there’.
‘No, Charles, no… Not here… Somebody may come and…’
‘Nonsense. Nobody ever comes here… The punch bowl is upstairs, remember?’
‘That’s what he said to me last time’ Cutler snapped.
Mercer continued his tale, unperturbed by the interruption.
‘I delivered the letter to Lord Beckett, and he began to read it at once’.
‘Oh… Yes… You feel good… Mmmm… So good…’
‘Your father looked up briefly from the paper when he heard that. “It seems somebody is having a good time there” he murmured, and continued reading’.
The boy held his breath.
‘I feared he would not discover them, for he folded the letter neatly and started to walk towards the door. “I can’t believe Lord Attenborough is sending this note as an urgent message. He’s been drawling on the same issue for the last three meetings and…”’
Mercer took the cup again and sipped slowly, a dramatic pause that had Cutler punching the mattress as if he were beating a drum.
‘Go on! Go on!’
Mercer chuckled and resumed the story.
‘So, I was afraid your father would leave without finding out when suddenly, a voice caught his attention’.
Oh, Charles… It’s too big… Too big…
Master Cutler sucked in a breath.
‘Your father froze on the spot. “Percy?” he whispered, and stormed back to the library. He flung the billiard room doors open and boomed: “Percy Beckett, what are you doing on that billiard table?”’
It’s all it took for Cutler to crack up with laughter. The image of his father catching his younger brother bent over the billiard table while Charles Burward buggered him was just too much. He buried his head on in the pillow, one fist punching it softly while his feet kicked the mattress. Mercer took another sip of chocolate, and waited for the fit of laughter to subside. The boy finally turned around, and dabbed his eyes with his sleeve.
‘To have been there! To see their faces! I would have given anything!’
The clerk snorted softly.
‘Well, there was not much to see. Your father slapped Percy so hard when he tried to explain himself your brother fell to the floor. “These two catamites are leaving for India next week” he sentenced, and Lord Burward agreed. They’re sailing on the Aurora next Tuesday’.
‘It suits them well!’ Cutler snarled ‘I hope they die in the seediest brothel of Calcutta’.
The boy lied on his back, suddenly silent and quiet. He crossed his hands over his chest and looked at the wooden canopy.
‘I will be Lord Beckett’ he whispered ‘I will inherit all these lands, Beckett House and my father’s position in the Company. And you’ he rolled on his stomach again ‘You will work for me’.
The clerk bowed his head, but said nothing. Master Cutler was looking at him closely, intently, expectantly.
‘Mr. Mercer...’
‘Yes?’
The boy swung his legs back and forth in a slow rhythm.
‘What will be tonight’s lesson?’
The clerk half-closed his eyes and watched his young master, a naughty cherub sprawling seductively on silky sheets.
Mercer smiled smugly and stood up.
‘None’ he said, and walked to the door.
Master Cutler frowned.
‘What do you mean None?’
‘It’s been a long day, master’ the clerk smirked ‘I’d rather retire early’.
‘B-but…’ he propped himself up, a look of disbelief on his face.
‘Good night, master Cutler’ the clerk winked his right eye and grabbed the doorknob ‘And sweet dreams’.
‘Wait!’ he cried in outrage ‘How dare you! Come here this instant!’
Mercer turned around slowly. The boy was kneeling on the bed, his fists quivering at his sides.
‘Come here’ he gritted out ‘Come here and fuck me’.
The clerk raised an eyebrow.
‘Such bad language is unbecoming of a future Lord’ he chided.
‘Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!’ master Cutler slammed his palm on the mattress in time with his words, gloating over the attention he had achieved from the clerk ‘Fuck me deep, fuck me hard!’
Mercer walked to the edge of the bed. The boy stood trembling on his knees, face flushed and eyes gleaming with trepidation. The clerk tilted his head and caressed Cutler’s lips with his thumb.
‘Such a dirty mouth’ he murmured as he traced his perfectly bowed upper lip ‘So young, yet so filthy’.
‘Fuck me’ Cutler hissed, as if to prove the clerk’s point ‘Fuck me over and over again until I can’t take it anymore’.
Mercer brushed his bottom lip and cupped his chin.
‘Yes, I think you need a lesson’ the boy held his breath ‘Sit down, back against the headboard’.
Master Cutler hastened to obey. He pushed the pillows away and sat as instructed. Mercer untied his expensive cravat and slid the smooth silk up his neck, lips and nose to cover his eyes in a warm blindfold. The boy giggled, full of mischief.
‘Lift your arms’ came the stern command, and he raised his hands over his head. More silk then, soft at first, tight and grazing when it tied his wrists to the headboard. Cutler wrapped his fingers around the sturdy rungs, feeling their strength, and spread his legs wide open.
Mercer chuckled lightly. He took his coat off and left it on the back of the plush armchair. He then loosened his own cravat and took Cutler’s chocolate cup to the bedside table. The bed shifted under his weight, and master Cutler squealed in delight. The clerk moved with feline grace and knelt astride him, placing one knee on each side of his body. The boy was writhing with barely contained impatience, so Mercer undid his breeches, dipped his cock on the chocolate and smeared it across his lips. Master Cutler frowned under the blindfold. It was an odd feeling, but when he licked his lips, he moaned approvingly.
‘Mmm’ his fleshy pink tongue moved around his mouth, spreading the chocolate further ‘I want more’.
Mercer dipped the head of his cock on the chocolate again and rubbed it against his plump lips, soft gums and hard teeth. The boy swirled his tongue around the sweet cock, lapping at the chocolate and nibbling the head. Mercer hissed and pulled out. Cutler bent forward, mouthing blindly after the teasing flesh.
‘More!’ he cried, fists banging the headboard ‘I want more!’
The clerk took the cup and poured a stream of chocolate from the root of his cock to the tip. A few thick drops fell on master Cutler’s vest as Mercer positioned his dripping prick at his half-opened lips. The clerk pinched his nose suddenly, and when the boy gaped for air, he shoved his cock deep inside his mouth. He gagged on the spot, his hands clawing around the rungs as he tried to jerk his head away.
‘Breathe’ Mercer ordered as he grabbed his neck and pulled out a bit. It was enough for Cutler to take a shaky breath. The clerk pushed his cock to the hilt again, and the boy choked once more, the melted chocolate drooling down his chin in a sticky mess.
‘Breathe!’ he commanded, and pulled all the way out. This time the boy heaved deeply, just in time for a long, slow thrust. He managed not to gag and purred in pleasure, a rumbling hum that made the clerk squeeze his eyes shut. Mercer established a rocking rhythm then, sliding his cock in and out of master Cutler’s mouth in steady strokes. It wasn’t long until he felt his wicked tongue curling under his cock, and soon the boy was sucking him in earnest. The clerk felt his climax building, after a month of penance, he knew he couldn’t hold it any longer. He came with a growl, flooding Cutler’s mouth with a white frothy cream. The boy swallowed one, two, three mouthfuls that made him heady, the bitter taste mingling with the lingering chocolate. Mercer slid his softening cock out of his mouth and buttoned his breeches up with shaky hands. He then untied the boy, releasing his wrists and the knot on the blindfold. Cutler slumped down the bed, his chest heaving quickly. He blinked around him and saw the clerk sitting on the armchair.
‘So, Mr. Mercer’ he wheezed ‘What was tonight’s lesson about?’
The clerk raised an eyebrow.
‘Wasn’t it clear?’
The boy denied with his head.
‘Well’ the clerk said with a gleam in his eyes ‘Then I guess I’ll have to repeat it again’.
Master Cutler grinned.
Author: Telera
Characters: Beckett and Mercer
Pairing: See above
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1591
Summary: Master Cutler demands a lesson from Mercer… And he gets it.
Warnings: Mmmm… A bit kinky? Ah, yes, and hot chocolate ahead!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. No profit is made out of this, I’m only borrowing the characters for fun.
Author’s Note: This chapter is dedicated to
kittymay, to whom I had promised an update a long, long time ago… ^_^
This ficlet comes right after Lesson 3, and it won’t make much sense unless you’ve read it.
Want to know what were the other Lessons like? Here they are! Lesson 1 & Lesson 2 :D
Master Cutler rolled on his stomach and propped his chin on his hands.
‘Please, Mr. Mercer, would you tell me again?’
The clerk raised an eyebrow and looked at the boy. He was still wearing the expensive clothes he had worn for Lady Burward’s party, the golden silk brocade and expensive satin breeches now wrinkled from lying on the bed.
‘I’ve told you twice already, Master Cutler’ he said, and took a sip from the hot chocolate cup in his hands.
The boy frowned and curled his lips in a pleading pout.
‘Please?’
The clerk sighed and left the cup on the nearby table.
‘Very well, but it will be the last time’ he warned.
The boy nodded eagerly, his nostrils flaring in anticipation.
‘I arrived to Lord Burward’s mansion at nine sharp, and asked the butler to call your father at once. Urgent message from London, I said. I was shown into the library and told to wait there’.
Cutler smiled wickedly.
‘The doors to the billiard room were closed, but there were very… Interesting noises coming out from there’.
‘No, Charles, no… Not here… Somebody may come and…’
‘Nonsense. Nobody ever comes here… The punch bowl is upstairs, remember?’
‘That’s what he said to me last time’ Cutler snapped.
Mercer continued his tale, unperturbed by the interruption.
‘I delivered the letter to Lord Beckett, and he began to read it at once’.
‘Oh… Yes… You feel good… Mmmm… So good…’
‘Your father looked up briefly from the paper when he heard that. “It seems somebody is having a good time there” he murmured, and continued reading’.
The boy held his breath.
‘I feared he would not discover them, for he folded the letter neatly and started to walk towards the door. “I can’t believe Lord Attenborough is sending this note as an urgent message. He’s been drawling on the same issue for the last three meetings and…”’
Mercer took the cup again and sipped slowly, a dramatic pause that had Cutler punching the mattress as if he were beating a drum.
‘Go on! Go on!’
Mercer chuckled and resumed the story.
‘So, I was afraid your father would leave without finding out when suddenly, a voice caught his attention’.
Oh, Charles… It’s too big… Too big…
Master Cutler sucked in a breath.
‘Your father froze on the spot. “Percy?” he whispered, and stormed back to the library. He flung the billiard room doors open and boomed: “Percy Beckett, what are you doing on that billiard table?”’
It’s all it took for Cutler to crack up with laughter. The image of his father catching his younger brother bent over the billiard table while Charles Burward buggered him was just too much. He buried his head on in the pillow, one fist punching it softly while his feet kicked the mattress. Mercer took another sip of chocolate, and waited for the fit of laughter to subside. The boy finally turned around, and dabbed his eyes with his sleeve.
‘To have been there! To see their faces! I would have given anything!’
The clerk snorted softly.
‘Well, there was not much to see. Your father slapped Percy so hard when he tried to explain himself your brother fell to the floor. “These two catamites are leaving for India next week” he sentenced, and Lord Burward agreed. They’re sailing on the Aurora next Tuesday’.
‘It suits them well!’ Cutler snarled ‘I hope they die in the seediest brothel of Calcutta’.
The boy lied on his back, suddenly silent and quiet. He crossed his hands over his chest and looked at the wooden canopy.
‘I will be Lord Beckett’ he whispered ‘I will inherit all these lands, Beckett House and my father’s position in the Company. And you’ he rolled on his stomach again ‘You will work for me’.
The clerk bowed his head, but said nothing. Master Cutler was looking at him closely, intently, expectantly.
‘Mr. Mercer...’
‘Yes?’
The boy swung his legs back and forth in a slow rhythm.
‘What will be tonight’s lesson?’
The clerk half-closed his eyes and watched his young master, a naughty cherub sprawling seductively on silky sheets.
Mercer smiled smugly and stood up.
‘None’ he said, and walked to the door.
Master Cutler frowned.
‘What do you mean None?’
‘It’s been a long day, master’ the clerk smirked ‘I’d rather retire early’.
‘B-but…’ he propped himself up, a look of disbelief on his face.
‘Good night, master Cutler’ the clerk winked his right eye and grabbed the doorknob ‘And sweet dreams’.
‘Wait!’ he cried in outrage ‘How dare you! Come here this instant!’
Mercer turned around slowly. The boy was kneeling on the bed, his fists quivering at his sides.
‘Come here’ he gritted out ‘Come here and fuck me’.
The clerk raised an eyebrow.
‘Such bad language is unbecoming of a future Lord’ he chided.
‘Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!’ master Cutler slammed his palm on the mattress in time with his words, gloating over the attention he had achieved from the clerk ‘Fuck me deep, fuck me hard!’
Mercer walked to the edge of the bed. The boy stood trembling on his knees, face flushed and eyes gleaming with trepidation. The clerk tilted his head and caressed Cutler’s lips with his thumb.
‘Such a dirty mouth’ he murmured as he traced his perfectly bowed upper lip ‘So young, yet so filthy’.
‘Fuck me’ Cutler hissed, as if to prove the clerk’s point ‘Fuck me over and over again until I can’t take it anymore’.
Mercer brushed his bottom lip and cupped his chin.
‘Yes, I think you need a lesson’ the boy held his breath ‘Sit down, back against the headboard’.
Master Cutler hastened to obey. He pushed the pillows away and sat as instructed. Mercer untied his expensive cravat and slid the smooth silk up his neck, lips and nose to cover his eyes in a warm blindfold. The boy giggled, full of mischief.
‘Lift your arms’ came the stern command, and he raised his hands over his head. More silk then, soft at first, tight and grazing when it tied his wrists to the headboard. Cutler wrapped his fingers around the sturdy rungs, feeling their strength, and spread his legs wide open.
Mercer chuckled lightly. He took his coat off and left it on the back of the plush armchair. He then loosened his own cravat and took Cutler’s chocolate cup to the bedside table. The bed shifted under his weight, and master Cutler squealed in delight. The clerk moved with feline grace and knelt astride him, placing one knee on each side of his body. The boy was writhing with barely contained impatience, so Mercer undid his breeches, dipped his cock on the chocolate and smeared it across his lips. Master Cutler frowned under the blindfold. It was an odd feeling, but when he licked his lips, he moaned approvingly.
‘Mmm’ his fleshy pink tongue moved around his mouth, spreading the chocolate further ‘I want more’.
Mercer dipped the head of his cock on the chocolate again and rubbed it against his plump lips, soft gums and hard teeth. The boy swirled his tongue around the sweet cock, lapping at the chocolate and nibbling the head. Mercer hissed and pulled out. Cutler bent forward, mouthing blindly after the teasing flesh.
‘More!’ he cried, fists banging the headboard ‘I want more!’
The clerk took the cup and poured a stream of chocolate from the root of his cock to the tip. A few thick drops fell on master Cutler’s vest as Mercer positioned his dripping prick at his half-opened lips. The clerk pinched his nose suddenly, and when the boy gaped for air, he shoved his cock deep inside his mouth. He gagged on the spot, his hands clawing around the rungs as he tried to jerk his head away.
‘Breathe’ Mercer ordered as he grabbed his neck and pulled out a bit. It was enough for Cutler to take a shaky breath. The clerk pushed his cock to the hilt again, and the boy choked once more, the melted chocolate drooling down his chin in a sticky mess.
‘Breathe!’ he commanded, and pulled all the way out. This time the boy heaved deeply, just in time for a long, slow thrust. He managed not to gag and purred in pleasure, a rumbling hum that made the clerk squeeze his eyes shut. Mercer established a rocking rhythm then, sliding his cock in and out of master Cutler’s mouth in steady strokes. It wasn’t long until he felt his wicked tongue curling under his cock, and soon the boy was sucking him in earnest. The clerk felt his climax building, after a month of penance, he knew he couldn’t hold it any longer. He came with a growl, flooding Cutler’s mouth with a white frothy cream. The boy swallowed one, two, three mouthfuls that made him heady, the bitter taste mingling with the lingering chocolate. Mercer slid his softening cock out of his mouth and buttoned his breeches up with shaky hands. He then untied the boy, releasing his wrists and the knot on the blindfold. Cutler slumped down the bed, his chest heaving quickly. He blinked around him and saw the clerk sitting on the armchair.
‘So, Mr. Mercer’ he wheezed ‘What was tonight’s lesson about?’
The clerk raised an eyebrow.
‘Wasn’t it clear?’
The boy denied with his head.
‘Well’ the clerk said with a gleam in his eyes ‘Then I guess I’ll have to repeat it again’.
Master Cutler grinned.