Gorgeous [Part 2b/?]
anonymous
February 9 2010, 08:24:39 UTC
"Al-Alfred..."
Already half-hard, Arthur's eyes rolled back as Alfred reached between them and took the elder nation's cock in a firm grip. Stroking slowly, at leisure, the Briton's former colony-turned-superpower chuckled warmly, "I'll take that as a yes."
Before he could stir up a response. - although something was certainly responding quite well already - Arthur found his voice muffled by Alfred's mouth as he devoured him in a bruising yet patient kiss. The younger took his time to feather the others lips with his tongue until he was permitted entry, then taking the opportunity presented to lazily prod the other's tongue into action. For a brief second the two fought for dominance, before Arthur at last submitted to the others will and allowed Alfred to lead the heady open-mouthed kiss.
When at last they broke apart for air, a strand of spit connected their lips, breaking when Alfred lowered his gaze and his ministrations to pressing hard bites along Arthur's clavicle, soothing the reddened flesh with a lick each time.
"Alfred...the rope...Please."
He need not have said more, as Alfred expertly un-tied the knotted rope that secured the Englishman's hands behind his back. Blood quickly flowed into the numb limbs as the cordage slipped boneless-ly to the ground, and bringing his hands around, Arthur noted with displeasure the raw red skin of his wrists.
There was little time for him to contemplate that, though, as Alfred pulled away from him and strolled to the opposing wall, fingers running over the surfaces of various toys before plucking from a hook two matching pairs of silver handcuffs. He swaggered as he strode back towards Arthur, who was then on his knees, and pulled the older nation to his feet in a single swift motion. Chest to chest, the thrumming of Arthur's heart pounding over his leather-clad breast, Alfred snapped the cuffs open and positively leered at his assumed 'victim'.
"Hey, Iggy?"
"Y-yes, Alfred?"
"Before I begin, there's just one thing I need to know..."
A pause, and then, "Are you a screamer?"
------ A/N: Sorry for the short update. Just needed to get this out there so I didn't keep you waiting. Next update coming late today (Feb.9)!
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Gorgeous [Part 3/?]
anonymous
February 10 2010, 08:23:29 UTC
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He wasn't quite sure how Arthur had managed to reverse their positions. One moment, he was about to snap the cuffs over the older man's wrists and have his wicked way with him, and then in a blur of movement, it was he who was cuffed and spread out for the Englishman's hungry eyes to devour.
Perhaps he had assumed too little of the Briton's abilities in his old age.
Cuffed to the suspended steel bar, the cellar's low roof and his height giving him enough slack to stand comfortably while still being kept thoroughly in check by his shackles, Alfred cocked his head ponderously and gazed at Arthur from afar and the latter browsed the wall of sex toys. Painfully hard beneath the severe tightness of his leather slacks, the American felt his pulse spike each time the Briton's fingers lingered over a plug, dildo or vibrator, before he seemed to decide against said object and moved on to something else.
He felt his blood burn and cock strain achingly when the British nation came away from the wall, a dildo plug and adjustable metal cock-ring in one hand, a heavy leather whip in the other. There was no point in trying to convince the other to switch roles again; something about the swagger in Arthur's step told Alfred that the other had once again taken to the ruthless abandon that had been a keystone in his pirating years.
Shoving the hard handle of the whip between his teeth, thereby freeing up a hand, Arthur made short work of tearing open the American's straining leather confines, fingers dancing briefly over the head of the others cock - drawing a soft moan - before sliding the metal cock-ring over the hot flesh and tightening it to an almost painful degree.
"Ah...Arthur, I think it's a bit t-tight!"
His response was merely a grin and a rough pat on the cheek as Arthur pulled the whip out of his mouth and pulled away to examine his handiwork. "Mmm, no. I think it's just right, love."
It wasn't long before his pants were pooled at his ankles and the dry head of the dildo plug was being longingly eased into the crevice of his buttocks. When it's blunt end prodded at his entrance without falter, pushing past the tight ring of muscle, Alfred stiffened, panting though the pain of non-lubricated penetration. Whispering sweet nothings into Alfred's ear, - "Relax, love. Be a big boy for Daddy; Daddy loves you." - Arthur pushed the plug in further until the flat base halted it's course and maintained the parting of the younger nation's buttocks. He repeated the motions several times over, until Alfred was twitching and panting with pleasure rather than pain.
It was then that the Englishman stepped back two or three paces, fingers running through the tapered strands that made up the tail of the whip. As if picturing what he was about to do in his mind, the British nation moaned and ground the hilt of the whip into his groin for a tantalizing second before regaining his composure and correcting his aim. Only the faint whistle of leather cutting through air gave Alfred any indication that the first flog was coming.
The pain was vivid, but strayed away from being severe. In his conscientious nature, Arthur couldn't bear to inflict severe harm on his most beloved former colony - and lover - despite the game they currently played. Still, the strike was hard enough to cause Alfred to cry out, to sting and mark the man with faint pink lines that spoke without voice 'You are mine. Do not forget this.'
Re: Gorgeous [Part 3/?]
anonymous
February 10 2010, 10:15:43 UTC
I really really liked this fill.
Now I worship it.
OH ARTHUR, YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD YOU. Somehow, him biting down on the whip and then pleasuring himself with the handle made me hotter than anything. *pants* Oh please some more, anon!
Gorgeous [Part 3b/?]
anonymous
February 18 2010, 08:13:24 UTC
He counted up to eleven lashings before the number became obscure and the pain mingled with the masochistic pleasure it wrought. Alfred was thankful for the support that the suspended bar provided, for it was not long before his knees became jelloid and his legs beginning to collapse. He stopped himself before he could feel the pressure of the cuffs cutting into his wrists with the descent of his sagging body. He was a hero, and as such, he wouldn't - no, couldn't - allow himself to be defeated by a mere kink!
The moment that the lashings ceased, the American released a faint sigh. If it had gone on any longer, he probably would have given in - so totally not a heroic thing to do.
"I think that I've grown tired of seeing you like this, Alfred. I'm going to let you down now."
Hearing more than feeling himself being released from the cuffs snapped to the suspended bar, Alfred staggered when his arms came down and fell to his knees as Arthur crouched in front of him. He felts the others fingers comb through his hair, running over the back of his skull before grabbing a fistful of the golden locks and yanking his head up to meet the Briton's malachite gaze. A hiss and a stream of curses danced on the younger nation's tongue until a finger was pressed against his lips, effectively silencing him without need for force (not that the American would have minded).
"Tut tut, love. Daddy doesn't like a potty mouth on his little boy.
Although if you insist, I can find much more suitable uses for you mouth that are quite...filthy."
Then Arthur was standing, erection proudly swaying just mere centimeters away from Alfred's face as the younger man sat up on his knees. When the latter attempted to rise, he was backhanded across the side the his head and admonished, "Don't you dare get up, Alfred. You forget whom it is that is controlling the situation.
Now be a good boy and open up wide."
Suddenly, the British nation's hands were in his hand again, jerking his face forcefully towards his erection and prodding the length into Alfred's obediently opened mouth. For a moment, the American gagged, sucking air in through his nostrils and struggling to calm himself. Arthur appeared to notice his distress, for his grip loosened a fraction and he pulled back to keep the younger nation from choking again.
Feeling the heavy weight of Arthur's cock sliding over his tongue as the Briton thrust himself in and out of the American's mouth, occasionally grinding and moaning with pleasure, reminded Alfred that his own erection was still painfully evident. When he dropped his hands into his lap to release the ring around his cock, however, Arthur's grip tightened in his hair and he growled, "Don't even think of touching that ring, Alfred F. Jones. Hands behind you back, now, or I will be forced to tie them behind you."
The older nation paused in his motions and let out a soft chuckle, "Funny how the tables have turned, isn't it, love?"
Re: Gorgeous [Part 3b/?]
anonymous
February 18 2010, 08:35:22 UTC
Hot damn, author!anon. Emphasis on the "hot"!
Also, this? He was a hero, and as such, he wouldn't - no, couldn't - allow himself to be defeated by a mere kink! This made me laugh crazily, in the best of ways. O Alfred, honey.
Excellent use of Alfred's full name, btw, and hearing Arthur calling him "love" is strangely hot for so many reasons. A++
Already half-hard, Arthur's eyes rolled back as Alfred reached between them and took the elder nation's cock in a firm grip. Stroking slowly, at leisure, the Briton's former colony-turned-superpower chuckled warmly, "I'll take that as a yes."
Before he could stir up a response. - although something was certainly responding quite well already - Arthur found his voice muffled by Alfred's mouth as he devoured him in a bruising yet patient kiss. The younger took his time to feather the others lips with his tongue until he was permitted entry, then taking the opportunity presented to lazily prod the other's tongue into action. For a brief second the two fought for dominance, before Arthur at last submitted to the others will and allowed Alfred to lead the heady open-mouthed kiss.
When at last they broke apart for air, a strand of spit connected their lips, breaking when Alfred lowered his gaze and his ministrations to pressing hard bites along Arthur's clavicle, soothing the reddened flesh with a lick each time.
"Alfred...the rope...Please."
He need not have said more, as Alfred expertly un-tied the knotted rope that secured the Englishman's hands behind his back. Blood quickly flowed into the numb limbs as the cordage slipped boneless-ly to the ground, and bringing his hands around, Arthur noted with displeasure the raw red skin of his wrists.
There was little time for him to contemplate that, though, as Alfred pulled away from him and strolled to the opposing wall, fingers running over the surfaces of various toys before plucking from a hook two matching pairs of silver handcuffs. He swaggered as he strode back towards Arthur, who was then on his knees, and pulled the older nation to his feet in a single swift motion. Chest to chest, the thrumming of Arthur's heart pounding over his leather-clad breast, Alfred snapped the cuffs open and positively leered at his assumed 'victim'.
"Hey, Iggy?"
"Y-yes, Alfred?"
"Before I begin, there's just one thing I need to know..."
A pause, and then, "Are you a screamer?"
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A/N: Sorry for the short update. Just needed to get this out there so I didn't keep you waiting. Next update coming late today (Feb.9)!
reCaptcha: Lover khartoum -> So that's what they're callin' bondage dungeons these days...
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Did you post this on the fills page? I can't remmeber seeing it...
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He wasn't quite sure how Arthur had managed to reverse their positions. One moment, he was about to snap the cuffs over the older man's wrists and have his wicked way with him, and then in a blur of movement, it was he who was cuffed and spread out for the Englishman's hungry eyes to devour.
Perhaps he had assumed too little of the Briton's abilities in his old age.
Cuffed to the suspended steel bar, the cellar's low roof and his height giving him enough slack to stand comfortably while still being kept thoroughly in check by his shackles, Alfred cocked his head ponderously and gazed at Arthur from afar and the latter browsed the wall of sex toys. Painfully hard beneath the severe tightness of his leather slacks, the American felt his pulse spike each time the Briton's fingers lingered over a plug, dildo or vibrator, before he seemed to decide against said object and moved on to something else.
He felt his blood burn and cock strain achingly when the British nation came away from the wall, a dildo plug and adjustable metal cock-ring in one hand, a heavy leather whip in the other. There was no point in trying to convince the other to switch roles again; something about the swagger in Arthur's step told Alfred that the other had once again taken to the ruthless abandon that had been a keystone in his pirating years.
Shoving the hard handle of the whip between his teeth, thereby freeing up a hand, Arthur made short work of tearing open the American's straining leather confines, fingers dancing briefly over the head of the others cock - drawing a soft moan - before sliding the metal cock-ring over the hot flesh and tightening it to an almost painful degree.
"Ah...Arthur, I think it's a bit t-tight!"
His response was merely a grin and a rough pat on the cheek as Arthur pulled the whip out of his mouth and pulled away to examine his handiwork. "Mmm, no. I think it's just right, love."
It wasn't long before his pants were pooled at his ankles and the dry head of the dildo plug was being longingly eased into the crevice of his buttocks. When it's blunt end prodded at his entrance without falter, pushing past the tight ring of muscle, Alfred stiffened, panting though the pain of non-lubricated penetration. Whispering sweet nothings into Alfred's ear, - "Relax, love. Be a big boy for Daddy; Daddy loves you." - Arthur pushed the plug in further until the flat base halted it's course and maintained the parting of the younger nation's buttocks. He repeated the motions several times over, until Alfred was twitching and panting with pleasure rather than pain.
It was then that the Englishman stepped back two or three paces, fingers running through the tapered strands that made up the tail of the whip. As if picturing what he was about to do in his mind, the British nation moaned and ground the hilt of the whip into his groin for a tantalizing second before regaining his composure and correcting his aim. Only the faint whistle of leather cutting through air gave Alfred any indication that the first flog was coming.
The pain was vivid, but strayed away from being severe. In his conscientious nature, Arthur couldn't bear to inflict severe harm on his most beloved former colony - and lover - despite the game they currently played. Still, the strike was hard enough to cause Alfred to cry out, to sting and mark the man with faint pink lines that spoke without voice 'You are mine. Do not forget this.'
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Note to self: Put this in fills. x|
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And now I'm not longer just glancing at this fill.
No, now I am stalking it.
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Now I worship it.
OH ARTHUR, YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD YOU. Somehow, him biting down on the whip and then pleasuring himself with the handle made me hotter than anything. *pants* Oh please some more, anon!
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The development is so unexpected
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SO HOT
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♥♥♥♥♥
I absolutely love it so far! Just what I wanted and more.
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The moment that the lashings ceased, the American released a faint sigh. If it had gone on any longer, he probably would have given in - so totally not a heroic thing to do.
"I think that I've grown tired of seeing you like this, Alfred. I'm going to let you down now."
Hearing more than feeling himself being released from the cuffs snapped to the suspended bar, Alfred staggered when his arms came down and fell to his knees as Arthur crouched in front of him. He felts the others fingers comb through his hair, running over the back of his skull before grabbing a fistful of the golden locks and yanking his head up to meet the Briton's malachite gaze. A hiss and a stream of curses danced on the younger nation's tongue until a finger was pressed against his lips, effectively silencing him without need for force (not that the American would have minded).
"Tut tut, love. Daddy doesn't like a potty mouth on his little boy.
Although if you insist, I can find much more suitable uses for you mouth that are quite...filthy."
Then Arthur was standing, erection proudly swaying just mere centimeters away from Alfred's face as the younger man sat up on his knees. When the latter attempted to rise, he was backhanded across the side the his head and admonished, "Don't you dare get up, Alfred. You forget whom it is that is controlling the situation.
Now be a good boy and open up wide."
Suddenly, the British nation's hands were in his hand again, jerking his face forcefully towards his erection and prodding the length into Alfred's obediently opened mouth. For a moment, the American gagged, sucking air in through his nostrils and struggling to calm himself. Arthur appeared to notice his distress, for his grip loosened a fraction and he pulled back to keep the younger nation from choking again.
Feeling the heavy weight of Arthur's cock sliding over his tongue as the Briton thrust himself in and out of the American's mouth, occasionally grinding and moaning with pleasure, reminded Alfred that his own erection was still painfully evident. When he dropped his hands into his lap to release the ring around his cock, however, Arthur's grip tightened in his hair and he growled, "Don't even think of touching that ring, Alfred F. Jones. Hands behind you back, now, or I will be forced to tie them behind you."
The older nation paused in his motions and let out a soft chuckle, "Funny how the tables have turned, isn't it, love?"
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Also, this? He was a hero, and as such, he wouldn't - no, couldn't - allow himself to be defeated by a mere kink! This made me laugh crazily, in the best of ways. O Alfred, honey.
Excellent use of Alfred's full name, btw, and hearing Arthur calling him "love" is strangely hot for so many reasons. A++
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ALFRED FUCKING JONES, BITCH!
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