Nano - Cherry (NC-17)
Cherry [Duran/Glass - Original]
Warnings: Shota, strange, bondage
The two of them looked at eachother silent and naked, though neither took in the other's form. They'd been here before, many times, though neither had met before now, and from both sides their masters leaned in and whispered their instructions.
Duran was pushed to his hands and knees on the bed, one of the elder overseers slipping one cuff on, then the other and tying it off on the headboard. Duran's ass wavered in the air, his legs spreading to better balance himself in his new position before the end of the bed dipped down with bare weight of someone new.
Glass' black hair sat perfectly still as he moved in closer to his soon to be partner. His small, timid hands pressed neatly against his stomach as he shuffled closer to the older boy while instructions were still being whispered into his ear. One time, those order would have made him squirm and blush, but he'd been in the same situation now for years and almost an old hand at it.
His master pulled away with a sly grin.
"If you can do that, you can sleep with him tonight. Understand?"
Glass nodded, his hands moving to Duran's ass and massaged it gently before parting the other's cheeks and letting his tongue roam inside the offered pucker. Duran looked up for permission from his owner, who simply gave a curt nod seconds before the show began.
Duran reacted, his back arching and his length growing hard while the tongue probed him. All his body's natural movements exaggerated by his permanant need to please his audience. And Glass seemed to be just as into it, his long tongue trying to get forever deeper. The cry that came from Duran's lips was real, however, as his companions tongue pressed against his prostate.
Glass' tail wrapped around Duran's ankle, giving him balance as his tongue curled in a myriad of shapes trying to find that one spot he was ordered fo find. And with a whimper of surprise from both of them, his lithe pink muscle curled over the button and he pulled back with a pop, looking up at his master with blank violet eyes.
"Well would you look at that, My boy popped his cherry."
Between Glass' teeth, the maracino cherry displayed proudly, and if he'd had emotion Glass would have been excited to be left alone for the night. Money exchanged hands between the betting owners before both the older men left the almost-children alone and still bound.
Glass swallowed the cherry and lay down beside Duran, meeting the other's eyes as his tail unwrapped from the older boy's skin. They said nothing as they lay there, completely content in their silence.
Warnings: Shota, strange, bondage
The two of them looked at eachother silent and naked, though neither took in the other's form. They'd been here before, many times, though neither had met before now, and from both sides their masters leaned in and whispered their instructions.
Duran was pushed to his hands and knees on the bed, one of the elder overseers slipping one cuff on, then the other and tying it off on the headboard. Duran's ass wavered in the air, his legs spreading to better balance himself in his new position before the end of the bed dipped down with bare weight of someone new.
Glass' black hair sat perfectly still as he moved in closer to his soon to be partner. His small, timid hands pressed neatly against his stomach as he shuffled closer to the older boy while instructions were still being whispered into his ear. One time, those order would have made him squirm and blush, but he'd been in the same situation now for years and almost an old hand at it.
His master pulled away with a sly grin.
"If you can do that, you can sleep with him tonight. Understand?"
Glass nodded, his hands moving to Duran's ass and massaged it gently before parting the other's cheeks and letting his tongue roam inside the offered pucker. Duran looked up for permission from his owner, who simply gave a curt nod seconds before the show began.
Duran reacted, his back arching and his length growing hard while the tongue probed him. All his body's natural movements exaggerated by his permanant need to please his audience. And Glass seemed to be just as into it, his long tongue trying to get forever deeper. The cry that came from Duran's lips was real, however, as his companions tongue pressed against his prostate.
Glass' tail wrapped around Duran's ankle, giving him balance as his tongue curled in a myriad of shapes trying to find that one spot he was ordered fo find. And with a whimper of surprise from both of them, his lithe pink muscle curled over the button and he pulled back with a pop, looking up at his master with blank violet eyes.
"Well would you look at that, My boy popped his cherry."
Between Glass' teeth, the maracino cherry displayed proudly, and if he'd had emotion Glass would have been excited to be left alone for the night. Money exchanged hands between the betting owners before both the older men left the almost-children alone and still bound.
Glass swallowed the cherry and lay down beside Duran, meeting the other's eyes as his tail unwrapped from the older boy's skin. They said nothing as they lay there, completely content in their silence.