Fic: Such a good boy... Hugh/Taylor (Taylor/OMC) Rating: FRAO
Title: Such a good boy...
Words: 1931
Rating:FRAO
Warnings: This is dark, filthy, unsafe, unhealthy and all manner of dirtybadwrong. Salespitch or warning - your choice. Don't say I didn't warn you though...
Fandom/Pairing: RPS, Hugh Jackman/Taylor Kitsch and Taylor/OMC
A/N: This is an AU to my Good Boy-verse. Where that relationship is healthy and uses the d/s to spice up their ordinary sex-life this is a dark variant. It's not nice, it's not healthy and there is violence, whoring and verbal abuse. And Taylor is loving every minute of it. The fic was inspired by random lines from the song Goodnight Moon by Shivaree.
The door closed with a rather timid bang, not at all like the man who did the closing. Taylor got up from the bed to lock it before settling down under the soiled covers again. He grimaced a bit as new bruises made themselves known and muscles protested moving after so long in the same position. At least the john hadn't broken the skin, he hated when they did that and so did Hugh.
He felt a pleasant shiver at the thought of his master, it was time to make the call. Pressing the speed dial on his cell he leaned back against the pillows as he waited for Hugh to pick up.
"Yes?"
"He's left now"
"Did you behave?"
"I think so, master"
"Tell me" Taylor shivered again, his master had a voice which could hold him, command him and make everything perfect.
"He picked me up off my street corner and we went to the motel." This was part of it, the most important part, the part that was for his master. It had been hard in the beginning, remembering the details and making the story good but he was getting better and Hugh rarely had to reprimand him any longer. Which was good because he really wanted to be a good boy for his master, good boys got rewarded.
"What happened when you got inside?"
"He slapped me and called me a dirty whore. It felt so good so I got on my knees and begged to suck his dick." He could hear his masters breathing hitch just as little bit and he felt that little thrill again. He reached up and touched the faint bruise on his cheek as he continued. It hadn't been a terribly hard slap but he bruised easily, his master liked that.
"On your knees like a good boy. Continue."
"He told me I could suck him but I would have to get him out myself, without using my hands. I was very glad we practiced that. After I had gotten his fly down and his underwear down he was fully hard and I could finally get him into my mouth. He was very impatient though and as soon as I had him there he grabbed my hair with both hands and thrust down my throat so I had to shift my technique a bit." Taylor felt his dick stirring. He really liked sucking cock and telling Hugh about it always made him hard again.
"So what did you do?" His masters voice was turning huskier and the sound of it brought him to full hardness in a second.
"I locked my lips around him and relaxed my throat like you taught me. I must have done it right cause he was telling me the whole time I had a dirty fucking mouth and to take it like the slut I am. He trusted faster and faster and didn't last as long as you do at all..."
"Well, I am used to your filthy mouth... did he come in your mouth?"
"Yes, and I swallowed every last bit of it. Then he pushed me down on the floor and I could catch my breath again."
"Good boy" Hugh almost purred the encouragement and it made Taylor's breath hitch a bit in excitement.
"Then he told me to get my clothes off, slowly. I wasn't wearing that much but I did take my time. He sat down on the bed and watched me as I got up and slowly pulled the tank-top over my head, I had to twist a bit 'cause it's so tight but I got it off. Then I went to the jeans, they where already hanging off my hips but I opened the belt slowly and as I offered it to him the jeans almost slid down but I caught them and slid them down slowly too."
"And you wore no underwear, like I told you"
"Yes, master. I was getting hard already and the denim was giving me some really nice friction."
"Mhm... then what happened?"
"I kicked off my shoes too and stood there naked. He was holding my belt and looking at me, telling me what a pretty whore I was and how he was going to enjoy fucking me. But before that I was to give him a show, he wanted me to touch myself and make myself ready for him like a good slut. So I took my cock in my hand and I thought about how good it would feel if it was you touching me, and I thought about how nice it would be to tell you all this and how much you would like it. I used my hand like I do on you and it didn't take long before I came at all" Hugh growled appreciative at that.
"Yes, you are very good with your hands."
"Thank you master." Taylor felt a nice warm glow in is stomach at the praise.
"What did you so with your come?"
"I was going to lick it off my fingers like you like me to do but he stopped me and told me to use it to slick myself. I didn't really want to be so slick but I did as I was told. I only used one finger though so I would be nice and tight. I moaned really loud so he would know how much I liked having things in me."
"Did he like your show?"
"Yes, I could see he was getting hard again. Then he saw that the belt could be pulled really tight so he made me turn around and put my hands behind my back. I thought he was just gonna tie my hands but then he hit me with it. I was so surprised I almost forgot to thank him."
"But you didn't?"
"No, I said, like you thought me, 'thank you, sir, may I have another'."
"Did he give you another?"
"He did, and he told me I was a filthy whore who deserved it. He hit me four times more before grabbing me and using the belt to tie my hands together and then throwing me face down on the bed." Taylor was breathing harder now, fully caught up in his story and reliving the delicious pain. The sound of his masters breathing and small mumbles where heightening the feeling and he clenched his hand in the sheets to keep from touching himself with his free hand.
"Where did he hit you?"
"On my ass and at the top of my thighs."
"Can you feel it still?"
"Yes, I am feeling the welts against the sheets. They don't use very soft sheets here..."
"Good, I hope there are some pretty bruises for me to look at later. So then what happened?"
"I was laying over the bed with my legs over the edge and he said he was going to fuck me so hard and I was going to like it. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up so I could stand on my feet bent over the bed. I was told to stay like that, to keep my ass up and wait like a good slut. I heard him walk around but I stayed put, it was a bit hard to do with my hands behind my back but the bed was high enough so I managed. I don't know what he was doing but suddenly he slapped my ass with his hand and it felt so good I almost lost my footing. Then he started talking again, telling me I was a whore, dirty, filthy and not worthy of his dick but he was gonna give it to me anyway. He slapped the other cheek and then thrust his cock into me." Taylor leaned back against the pillows, his back arching a bit as he re-lived the pleasure of being fucked. The phone was getting hot in his hand but he hardly noticed. He could hear Hugh licking his lips and breathing faster and it spurred him to continue.
"He held my hips really tightly, I think there will be bruises there too, and he thrust in again and again. I thought he wasn't going to find that spot that feels so good but then he shifted, just a little bit, and there it was. He could feel how much I liked it so he told me to beg for it, to beg for him to keep fucking me with his cock."
"And did you beg?"
"I did, I told him how big he was and how good it felt and I begged him to never stop and to fuck me harder."
"You are such a good little slut..." Taylor couldn't help but whimper at that. "Finish the story now".
"Yes, master. He must have liked how I begged 'cause he pounded into me ever harder, hitting that spot again and again and my dick was rubbing against the covers with every thrust and I tried to hold on for as long as I could but then he hit me again and I couldn't hold back and I came. I don't think he noticed though, 'cause he was almost there himself. I felt him fill my ass with come and thrust a few more times before pulling out and dropping me down on the bed. I could feel my own come cooling against my skin and his dripping down my crack." Hugh's breathing was almost ragged now and Taylor could feel his own desperately hard cock leaking little droplets of pre-come against his stomach.
"And..."
It was getting harder to concentrate but Taylor pulled his thoughts together.
"He left me there a little while, my arms where starting to ache a bit from being tied but it was not to bad, I think he was watching me from the chair while he caught his breath, I heard it creak as he got up and released the clasp on the belt. He told me again how dirty I was as he got his clothes back on. He said he was going to have to dry-clean his pants after my filthy mouth had been on them; then he tossed some money on the table and walked out the door."
"Mmm... very nice. Are you hard now?" Taylor nodded before remembering that Hugh couldn't see him.
"Y-yes..."
"Have you touched yourself since he left?"
"N-no" He was panting for real now, Hugh's voice feeling like a caress on his overheated skin.
"Such a good little slut. You are my good little whore aren't you? Getting fucked by strangers and loving it."
"Yes... yes!"
"But there is only one person who owns you, right?"
"Yes! You, you own me... all of me"
"Good boy. You may touch yourself now and tell me just how thankful you are that I let you go out and get fucked." Taylor's hand flew to his dick and he started babbling as he stroked gracelessly and messily.
"Thankyouthankyou, you are the best master and I am such a slut and I am- than-" As he felt the orgasm crash through him he heard Hugh grunt his own release.
Both of them where silent for a while, listening to the others breathing slow down. Hugh spoke first.
"I want you to lick your hand clean and then go and take a shower. Get clean, get dressed and I will pick you up outside in fifteen minutes."
"Yes, master." Taylor said as he lifted his come-covered hand to his lips.
"Good boy. See you soon."
Words: 1931
Rating:FRAO
Warnings: This is dark, filthy, unsafe, unhealthy and all manner of dirtybadwrong. Salespitch or warning - your choice. Don't say I didn't warn you though...
Fandom/Pairing: RPS, Hugh Jackman/Taylor Kitsch and Taylor/OMC
A/N: This is an AU to my Good Boy-verse. Where that relationship is healthy and uses the d/s to spice up their ordinary sex-life this is a dark variant. It's not nice, it's not healthy and there is violence, whoring and verbal abuse. And Taylor is loving every minute of it. The fic was inspired by random lines from the song Goodnight Moon by Shivaree.
The door closed with a rather timid bang, not at all like the man who did the closing. Taylor got up from the bed to lock it before settling down under the soiled covers again. He grimaced a bit as new bruises made themselves known and muscles protested moving after so long in the same position. At least the john hadn't broken the skin, he hated when they did that and so did Hugh.
He felt a pleasant shiver at the thought of his master, it was time to make the call. Pressing the speed dial on his cell he leaned back against the pillows as he waited for Hugh to pick up.
"Yes?"
"He's left now"
"Did you behave?"
"I think so, master"
"Tell me" Taylor shivered again, his master had a voice which could hold him, command him and make everything perfect.
"He picked me up off my street corner and we went to the motel." This was part of it, the most important part, the part that was for his master. It had been hard in the beginning, remembering the details and making the story good but he was getting better and Hugh rarely had to reprimand him any longer. Which was good because he really wanted to be a good boy for his master, good boys got rewarded.
"What happened when you got inside?"
"He slapped me and called me a dirty whore. It felt so good so I got on my knees and begged to suck his dick." He could hear his masters breathing hitch just as little bit and he felt that little thrill again. He reached up and touched the faint bruise on his cheek as he continued. It hadn't been a terribly hard slap but he bruised easily, his master liked that.
"On your knees like a good boy. Continue."
"He told me I could suck him but I would have to get him out myself, without using my hands. I was very glad we practiced that. After I had gotten his fly down and his underwear down he was fully hard and I could finally get him into my mouth. He was very impatient though and as soon as I had him there he grabbed my hair with both hands and thrust down my throat so I had to shift my technique a bit." Taylor felt his dick stirring. He really liked sucking cock and telling Hugh about it always made him hard again.
"So what did you do?" His masters voice was turning huskier and the sound of it brought him to full hardness in a second.
"I locked my lips around him and relaxed my throat like you taught me. I must have done it right cause he was telling me the whole time I had a dirty fucking mouth and to take it like the slut I am. He trusted faster and faster and didn't last as long as you do at all..."
"Well, I am used to your filthy mouth... did he come in your mouth?"
"Yes, and I swallowed every last bit of it. Then he pushed me down on the floor and I could catch my breath again."
"Good boy" Hugh almost purred the encouragement and it made Taylor's breath hitch a bit in excitement.
"Then he told me to get my clothes off, slowly. I wasn't wearing that much but I did take my time. He sat down on the bed and watched me as I got up and slowly pulled the tank-top over my head, I had to twist a bit 'cause it's so tight but I got it off. Then I went to the jeans, they where already hanging off my hips but I opened the belt slowly and as I offered it to him the jeans almost slid down but I caught them and slid them down slowly too."
"And you wore no underwear, like I told you"
"Yes, master. I was getting hard already and the denim was giving me some really nice friction."
"Mhm... then what happened?"
"I kicked off my shoes too and stood there naked. He was holding my belt and looking at me, telling me what a pretty whore I was and how he was going to enjoy fucking me. But before that I was to give him a show, he wanted me to touch myself and make myself ready for him like a good slut. So I took my cock in my hand and I thought about how good it would feel if it was you touching me, and I thought about how nice it would be to tell you all this and how much you would like it. I used my hand like I do on you and it didn't take long before I came at all" Hugh growled appreciative at that.
"Yes, you are very good with your hands."
"Thank you master." Taylor felt a nice warm glow in is stomach at the praise.
"What did you so with your come?"
"I was going to lick it off my fingers like you like me to do but he stopped me and told me to use it to slick myself. I didn't really want to be so slick but I did as I was told. I only used one finger though so I would be nice and tight. I moaned really loud so he would know how much I liked having things in me."
"Did he like your show?"
"Yes, I could see he was getting hard again. Then he saw that the belt could be pulled really tight so he made me turn around and put my hands behind my back. I thought he was just gonna tie my hands but then he hit me with it. I was so surprised I almost forgot to thank him."
"But you didn't?"
"No, I said, like you thought me, 'thank you, sir, may I have another'."
"Did he give you another?"
"He did, and he told me I was a filthy whore who deserved it. He hit me four times more before grabbing me and using the belt to tie my hands together and then throwing me face down on the bed." Taylor was breathing harder now, fully caught up in his story and reliving the delicious pain. The sound of his masters breathing and small mumbles where heightening the feeling and he clenched his hand in the sheets to keep from touching himself with his free hand.
"Where did he hit you?"
"On my ass and at the top of my thighs."
"Can you feel it still?"
"Yes, I am feeling the welts against the sheets. They don't use very soft sheets here..."
"Good, I hope there are some pretty bruises for me to look at later. So then what happened?"
"I was laying over the bed with my legs over the edge and he said he was going to fuck me so hard and I was going to like it. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up so I could stand on my feet bent over the bed. I was told to stay like that, to keep my ass up and wait like a good slut. I heard him walk around but I stayed put, it was a bit hard to do with my hands behind my back but the bed was high enough so I managed. I don't know what he was doing but suddenly he slapped my ass with his hand and it felt so good I almost lost my footing. Then he started talking again, telling me I was a whore, dirty, filthy and not worthy of his dick but he was gonna give it to me anyway. He slapped the other cheek and then thrust his cock into me." Taylor leaned back against the pillows, his back arching a bit as he re-lived the pleasure of being fucked. The phone was getting hot in his hand but he hardly noticed. He could hear Hugh licking his lips and breathing faster and it spurred him to continue.
"He held my hips really tightly, I think there will be bruises there too, and he thrust in again and again. I thought he wasn't going to find that spot that feels so good but then he shifted, just a little bit, and there it was. He could feel how much I liked it so he told me to beg for it, to beg for him to keep fucking me with his cock."
"And did you beg?"
"I did, I told him how big he was and how good it felt and I begged him to never stop and to fuck me harder."
"You are such a good little slut..." Taylor couldn't help but whimper at that. "Finish the story now".
"Yes, master. He must have liked how I begged 'cause he pounded into me ever harder, hitting that spot again and again and my dick was rubbing against the covers with every thrust and I tried to hold on for as long as I could but then he hit me again and I couldn't hold back and I came. I don't think he noticed though, 'cause he was almost there himself. I felt him fill my ass with come and thrust a few more times before pulling out and dropping me down on the bed. I could feel my own come cooling against my skin and his dripping down my crack." Hugh's breathing was almost ragged now and Taylor could feel his own desperately hard cock leaking little droplets of pre-come against his stomach.
"And..."
It was getting harder to concentrate but Taylor pulled his thoughts together.
"He left me there a little while, my arms where starting to ache a bit from being tied but it was not to bad, I think he was watching me from the chair while he caught his breath, I heard it creak as he got up and released the clasp on the belt. He told me again how dirty I was as he got his clothes back on. He said he was going to have to dry-clean his pants after my filthy mouth had been on them; then he tossed some money on the table and walked out the door."
"Mmm... very nice. Are you hard now?" Taylor nodded before remembering that Hugh couldn't see him.
"Y-yes..."
"Have you touched yourself since he left?"
"N-no" He was panting for real now, Hugh's voice feeling like a caress on his overheated skin.
"Such a good little slut. You are my good little whore aren't you? Getting fucked by strangers and loving it."
"Yes... yes!"
"But there is only one person who owns you, right?"
"Yes! You, you own me... all of me"
"Good boy. You may touch yourself now and tell me just how thankful you are that I let you go out and get fucked." Taylor's hand flew to his dick and he started babbling as he stroked gracelessly and messily.
"Thankyouthankyou, you are the best master and I am such a slut and I am- than-" As he felt the orgasm crash through him he heard Hugh grunt his own release.
Both of them where silent for a while, listening to the others breathing slow down. Hugh spoke first.
"I want you to lick your hand clean and then go and take a shower. Get clean, get dressed and I will pick you up outside in fifteen minutes."
"Yes, master." Taylor said as he lifted his come-covered hand to his lips.
"Good boy. See you soon."