FIC: Beyond the Limits (RPS, JRM/OMC, NC-17)
Title: Beyond the Limits
Author: Me! :P
Pairing: Jonathan Rhys Meyers / OMC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Never happened, not real, in no way connected to the real, beautiful JRM.
Summary: A scene goes too far
Notes: This is just a tiny ficlet, and there might be a few more short ficlets following this, I have some ideas ;D Thanks to temve for the beta and to lauramcewan for the title, even if I think I kinda frightened her ;) A bit. Oh, and this is the JRM I write in theatrical_muse, so thanks also have to go to rohandove for creating this lovely place and to all of you (you know who you are) who persuaded me to play him :)
Jonathan was strapped down on the wooden table, as he had been so many times before in the past six years. His legs were resting in stirrups, his arms spread. A cock ring was fitted tightly around the base of his cock which was taped to his stomach, keeping it out of the way. That night was not intended for his own pleasure, but for his Master’s.
In the past years he had undergone slave training, had been broken, pieced together and broken again by Peter, his Master and lover.
That morning, Jonathan had disobeyed him. He knew that this was going to be his punishment. His Master had been furious as Jon had told him “no” that morning. They had done enemas before, but Jon had never really liked them and he had still been sore from the evening before.
He knew that it didn’t matter what he wanted, or what was comfortable for him. Only his Master’s wishes mattered. He didn’t know why he had chosen to forget that earlier that day.
"Maybe I should just cut these off you, that might make you more docile and obedient."
Jonathan startled slightly as his Master’s voice brought him back to the present again. He was sure that Peter wasn’t serious, so he decided to play along.
"Yes, Sir, it would," he answered, flinching as he could feel the cold steel of a knife pressed against his exposed balls.
"I’m glad you agree with me, slave."
Jonathan barely managed not to cry out as Peter pushed two fingers into him, roughly, unlubricated and without a warning. He tried to keep his body still, all too aware of the knife that was still there, threatening...
He screamed as pain suddenly exploded in his crotch.
"Red!"
Jonathan sobbed his safeword as Peter’s hand slipped and the knife nicked his scrotum, the threat becoming too real for Jon. Wordlessly, Peter released the bonds and left, leaving Jonathan behind, curled up and trembling.
~~~~~
Author: Me! :P
Pairing: Jonathan Rhys Meyers / OMC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Never happened, not real, in no way connected to the real, beautiful JRM.
Summary: A scene goes too far
Notes: This is just a tiny ficlet, and there might be a few more short ficlets following this, I have some ideas ;D Thanks to temve for the beta and to lauramcewan for the title, even if I think I kinda frightened her ;) A bit. Oh, and this is the JRM I write in theatrical_muse, so thanks also have to go to rohandove for creating this lovely place and to all of you (you know who you are) who persuaded me to play him :)
Jonathan was strapped down on the wooden table, as he had been so many times before in the past six years. His legs were resting in stirrups, his arms spread. A cock ring was fitted tightly around the base of his cock which was taped to his stomach, keeping it out of the way. That night was not intended for his own pleasure, but for his Master’s.
In the past years he had undergone slave training, had been broken, pieced together and broken again by Peter, his Master and lover.
That morning, Jonathan had disobeyed him. He knew that this was going to be his punishment. His Master had been furious as Jon had told him “no” that morning. They had done enemas before, but Jon had never really liked them and he had still been sore from the evening before.
He knew that it didn’t matter what he wanted, or what was comfortable for him. Only his Master’s wishes mattered. He didn’t know why he had chosen to forget that earlier that day.
"Maybe I should just cut these off you, that might make you more docile and obedient."
Jonathan startled slightly as his Master’s voice brought him back to the present again. He was sure that Peter wasn’t serious, so he decided to play along.
"Yes, Sir, it would," he answered, flinching as he could feel the cold steel of a knife pressed against his exposed balls.
"I’m glad you agree with me, slave."
Jonathan barely managed not to cry out as Peter pushed two fingers into him, roughly, unlubricated and without a warning. He tried to keep his body still, all too aware of the knife that was still there, threatening...
He screamed as pain suddenly exploded in his crotch.
"Red!"
Jonathan sobbed his safeword as Peter’s hand slipped and the knife nicked his scrotum, the threat becoming too real for Jon. Wordlessly, Peter released the bonds and left, leaving Jonathan behind, curled up and trembling.
~~~~~