For amara_m, Two Good Boys (NC-17) Father Gabriel/Taylor + Hugh and Tim/ALP
Title: Two Good Boys
Rating: NC-17
Words: 924
Warnings: whipping, spanking, bondage, D/s, voyerism and more...
Fandom/Pairing: RPS, Such a nice 'verse
A/N: Two small looks into the life's of our favorite Masters and Pets.
The Father's whip picks my dear boy apart strike by strike, lash by lash and his hiccuping moans bounce against the walls of the old church creating a wholly unique hymn. It's a hymn that goes straight to my cock and I shift were I sit on the hard wooden bench. Taylor doesn't think he is anything special, just another pet, the latest in a long line of pretty young things. But he's wrong. None of the ones that came before have lasted this long, none have taken all I've thrown at them, none have given so much of themselves.
The light shifts outside, the sun comes out from behind a cloud, and a ray of light falls on the two near the altar. Taylor's skin glistens with perspiration and the fresh welts stand out like perfect marks of beauty. I can hear him begging now, words tumbling from his lips almost not making sense but for the underlying torrent of pleasepleaseplease...
I have to adjust myself again, my cock is hard and pressing against the fabric of my pants and while some part of me regrets wearing such tailored trousers another relishes the pressure and slight pain. The Father have switched to a paddle now and I can see Taylor's tremors all the way back here, he strains against his bonds, not to get away but to meet the blows and I can see that it pleases the Father. It won't be long now. The priest will deem my boy ready for his final benediction and fuck him in the name of his Lord. I really doubt his Lord really has anything to do with this, beneath the surface this Father Gabriel is just like the rest of the johns who pick up my boy from him street corner and use him to slake their lust.
They all wish they could own him but no one does that but me.
I'm the one who takes him home and cleans him up, the one he tells his stories to, the one who takes it all away...
The Father's rambling Latin weaves itself around the louder and louder pleading from my boy and I press the heel of my hand against my cock. I'd love nothing more than to go up there and slide into that oh so talented mouth but I stay in my seat and listen to the music they are creating, just for me.
***
"Do you know what I like the most about you Andrew?" Tim slid his fingers through his pet's dark strands of hair before tightening his grip and tilting his head back, exposing his pale neck to his mouth and teeth. Andrew's grunt could possibly be interpreted as a "No, sir" but it was hard to know considering the way his mouth was stretched around the ball-gag.
"It doesn't matter what I do to you." Tim's hand stoked softly along Andrew's spine, raising goosebumps in it's wake.
"I can cause you pain..." The other hand tugged hard at the chain running between the nipple clamps and Andrew groaned loudly around the gag and struggled against the chains holding him to the cross. Tim just grinned.
"I can give you pleasure..." Two fingers slid easily into Andrew and hit just the right spot, making him buck again, trying to both press backwards against the fingers and forwards to find any sort of friction for his straining cock.
"... and you respond so beautifully. I feel almost selfish keeping you all to myself. Maybe I should do what Hugh does and rent you out?" A sharp inhalation and a whimper.
"I could bring you to a bar, tie you up over the counter and charge people to fuck you..." Tim's fingers kept sliding in and out of Andrew, pressing hard against his prostate over and over again pulling more and more desperate moans out of him.
"Or maybe I'll just pass you around, let everyone have a taste of you... of that pretty little ass and that filthy filthy mouth..." Tim leaned close and ran his tongue along Andrew's lips just as he added a third finger and thrust them in hard. The high-pitched whine coming from Andrew made Tim grin. He lowered his voice and near breathed the words into Andrew's ear.
"I'd rather just keep you like this though... tied up and coming apart under my hands." He tugged at the nipple clamp chain again and curled his fingers. Andrew convulsed and breathed hard through his nose while Tim smiled against his sweat damn skin.
"Just like that... just let go..." A fourth finger and an other tug on the chain and another convulsion before a curl of the fingers made Andrew arch, freeze and come with a long tremor. Tim pulled his fingers out and with some quick flicks released Andrew from the cross and let him fall into his arms as he sank to the soft floor of the play room. A few more quick movements and the gag and clamps are gone too and Andrew is slowly coming back to his senses.
"So pretty when you're in pieces..." Andrew smiles and turns in Tim's arm. He pushes his master backwards and grins wider before dipping his head and licking at a nipple. Tim hisses and leans back against the pillows.
"... and so insatiable..." He groans when Andrew shifts and sinks onto him, riding him slowly towards completion with his head thrown back and his hands on Tim's shoulders. A perfect end to a long night of fun and games...
Rating: NC-17
Words: 924
Warnings: whipping, spanking, bondage, D/s, voyerism and more...
Fandom/Pairing: RPS, Such a nice 'verse
A/N: Two small looks into the life's of our favorite Masters and Pets.
The Father's whip picks my dear boy apart strike by strike, lash by lash and his hiccuping moans bounce against the walls of the old church creating a wholly unique hymn. It's a hymn that goes straight to my cock and I shift were I sit on the hard wooden bench. Taylor doesn't think he is anything special, just another pet, the latest in a long line of pretty young things. But he's wrong. None of the ones that came before have lasted this long, none have taken all I've thrown at them, none have given so much of themselves.
The light shifts outside, the sun comes out from behind a cloud, and a ray of light falls on the two near the altar. Taylor's skin glistens with perspiration and the fresh welts stand out like perfect marks of beauty. I can hear him begging now, words tumbling from his lips almost not making sense but for the underlying torrent of pleasepleaseplease...
I have to adjust myself again, my cock is hard and pressing against the fabric of my pants and while some part of me regrets wearing such tailored trousers another relishes the pressure and slight pain. The Father have switched to a paddle now and I can see Taylor's tremors all the way back here, he strains against his bonds, not to get away but to meet the blows and I can see that it pleases the Father. It won't be long now. The priest will deem my boy ready for his final benediction and fuck him in the name of his Lord. I really doubt his Lord really has anything to do with this, beneath the surface this Father Gabriel is just like the rest of the johns who pick up my boy from him street corner and use him to slake their lust.
They all wish they could own him but no one does that but me.
I'm the one who takes him home and cleans him up, the one he tells his stories to, the one who takes it all away...
The Father's rambling Latin weaves itself around the louder and louder pleading from my boy and I press the heel of my hand against my cock. I'd love nothing more than to go up there and slide into that oh so talented mouth but I stay in my seat and listen to the music they are creating, just for me.
***
"Do you know what I like the most about you Andrew?" Tim slid his fingers through his pet's dark strands of hair before tightening his grip and tilting his head back, exposing his pale neck to his mouth and teeth. Andrew's grunt could possibly be interpreted as a "No, sir" but it was hard to know considering the way his mouth was stretched around the ball-gag.
"It doesn't matter what I do to you." Tim's hand stoked softly along Andrew's spine, raising goosebumps in it's wake.
"I can cause you pain..." The other hand tugged hard at the chain running between the nipple clamps and Andrew groaned loudly around the gag and struggled against the chains holding him to the cross. Tim just grinned.
"I can give you pleasure..." Two fingers slid easily into Andrew and hit just the right spot, making him buck again, trying to both press backwards against the fingers and forwards to find any sort of friction for his straining cock.
"... and you respond so beautifully. I feel almost selfish keeping you all to myself. Maybe I should do what Hugh does and rent you out?" A sharp inhalation and a whimper.
"I could bring you to a bar, tie you up over the counter and charge people to fuck you..." Tim's fingers kept sliding in and out of Andrew, pressing hard against his prostate over and over again pulling more and more desperate moans out of him.
"Or maybe I'll just pass you around, let everyone have a taste of you... of that pretty little ass and that filthy filthy mouth..." Tim leaned close and ran his tongue along Andrew's lips just as he added a third finger and thrust them in hard. The high-pitched whine coming from Andrew made Tim grin. He lowered his voice and near breathed the words into Andrew's ear.
"I'd rather just keep you like this though... tied up and coming apart under my hands." He tugged at the nipple clamp chain again and curled his fingers. Andrew convulsed and breathed hard through his nose while Tim smiled against his sweat damn skin.
"Just like that... just let go..." A fourth finger and an other tug on the chain and another convulsion before a curl of the fingers made Andrew arch, freeze and come with a long tremor. Tim pulled his fingers out and with some quick flicks released Andrew from the cross and let him fall into his arms as he sank to the soft floor of the play room. A few more quick movements and the gag and clamps are gone too and Andrew is slowly coming back to his senses.
"So pretty when you're in pieces..." Andrew smiles and turns in Tim's arm. He pushes his master backwards and grins wider before dipping his head and licking at a nipple. Tim hisses and leans back against the pillows.
"... and so insatiable..." He groans when Andrew shifts and sinks onto him, riding him slowly towards completion with his head thrown back and his hands on Tim's shoulders. A perfect end to a long night of fun and games...