Minun Lutka (My Slut)
Title:Minun Lutka (My Slut)
Rating:NC-17
Pairing:Ville/Surprise.
Summary: Ville’s tied up and wanting.
Disclaimer: I do not own…even though I wish I did.
Warning: Extreme sexual content and sado.
The Dungeon’s lighting was dull but Ville didn’t mind. He liked the adrenaline that was running through his veins as he heard the crack of a whip come from behind him. Black paint had been smeared on his body and now it had dried, coating the flesh with a gross yet erotic feeling.
“Ville, you know you‘ve been bad. Extremely bad.” The man behind him spoke in a foreign tongue.
“I know, Master.” He said, voice cracking as the whip came down into contact with his paint coated skin.
“And I’m sure you also know that I cannot allow for you to just go on.”
“Yes, I know that too.”
“Aren‘t you forgetting something?” His Master snapped as he pulled the binds on Ville’s wrists tighter, feet dangling further off the grimy floor.
“Yes! Master, yes. I’m sorry, forgive me.” Ville begged as the burn of hot wax surfaced over his black flesh.
“We‘ll see.” The man calling the shots tutted, eyes lingering over the wall of instruments he had to choose from in his reach.
His lips pursed as he tried hard to make his decision of what device he should use on his beautiful disaster that night and with a short smile he wrapped his fingers around the steel handle of the paddle that had sharp points covering its surface.
“Now, now my little slut. I know that you like to moan for me. So do so now, when I am not touching you, but if you begin to moan when I am in contact with you in any way, I will not stand for it.” He warned, finger tips ghosting up Ville’s thighs.
“Yes, Master. Anything for you.” Ville gushed and began to let out moans that could make a porn star blush.
“Good, now open your mouth.” He instructed, body pressed just slightly against Ville’s as he wrapped his arms around the man, gag lined up with his lips, “Wider, you whore!” He growled, pulling the gag back towards Ville’s mouth, prying it open and keeping it that way as he backed away, smiling at the fact that he had Ville completely under his control.
Ville sputtered against the black rubber ball that now inhabited the space of his mouth, letting out a strangled moan Master tutted, “Now, now, Ville. That’s not acceptable.” He sighed, taking a stronger hold on the paddle in his hand and forced it down onto the skin of Ville’s pale paint stained ass, blood prickling to the surface not long after. Only leaving Ville to try his hardest not to allow a yelp creep up his throat and reverberate off of the gag.
“Good boy. Now, let‘s see.” Master hummed, grabbing onto Ville’s tattooed elbow, twirling him around so he could get a full view of the beauty on display for him, “So exquisite…too bad I have to punish you.”
Forest green eyes shimmered in the light of the random candles that were set up around the Dungeon and Master got an idea. Swiftly he made his way to one of the crimson candles, grasping the wax in his hand he slowly walked back to Ville, gingerly running his finger through the flame of the candle, “You‘re a dirty slut, Ville. I see how you make everyone flutter with lust when you‘re around. They can‘t tear their eyes away from your swaying hips,” he spoke truthfully, dripping a hefty amount of wax down Ville‘s feminine hips, “you‘re flawless face,” and Master’s lips were ghosting over Ville’s, “and your slutty ass.” Wax splashed down Ville’s backside causing him to buck his hips forward to try and reach his Master’s body in any which way possible.
“Now, Ville. Calm down. I‘ll help you in my own good time.” He smirked, finally noticing just how wanting Ville was, the length between his thighs at full attention and leaking precum in vast amounts.
A quick blow to the candle and the flame was extinguished, leaving Master’s face in a dull shadow. Quietly, he worked his way back across the room to the shelf of items, picking up quite a large dildo.
Ville’s body ached for anything his Master was willing to give to him, whether it be a fake cock or not he didn’t care. He merely wanted some form of satisfaction and he wanted it right then and there.
Master disappeared behind Ville and the next thing he knew he was being penetrated roughly with the rubber toy, letting out a strangled sob of pleasure and pain.
“Shhh, what did I tell you?” Master warned and Ville nodded eagerly, pushing back against his hand, urging him to continue and that he did. With his left hand, Master proceeded to plunge the toy in and out of Ville’s tight heat as his right arm wrapped around his front to grasp a hold of his cock, erratically stroking him all the while he fucked him senseless with the toy.
Ville’s arms began to go numb as well as his legs as his body started to swing the slightest bit back and forth due to the fact that the chain he was suspended from weren’t securely fastened to anything.
“Do you want it harder?” Questioned Master, lips finding a spot on Ville’s neck and he bit down. Which earned a rather loud moan to filter up Ville’s throat and be stopped by the gag but Master knew it meant yes. So he complied, thrusting the toy further and harder into Ville. Not a moment later did he feel Ville spasm behind his hands, muscles tightening as well as hips as he found his release.
Panting breaths could be heard as Master helped him ride out his orgasm to its fullest, eventually pulling the toy out from deep within Ville. Allowing it to fall to the Dungeon’s floor.
“Ville?” Master asked as he gently undid the gag.
“Fuck.” He breathed out heavily, tugging at his restraints, desperately wanting to be able to be on flat land and Master understood that and set to work on letting his Angel down from his sinful perch.
“That was the best, ever.” Ville smiled as he shamelessly wrapped his arms around the man before him, naked paint lined body pressed flush against his.
“I hoped it would have been.”
“Do you need for me to get you off?” Came Ville’s caring question, placing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“No, no. I came like three times just watching you.” The older man blushed.
“Mhh, I‘ll be sure to put on a show for you more often.”
Clothes were pulled on over painted flesh and Ville and his Master were turning off the light switches to the Dungeon they rented every month or so and went back to being Ville Valo and Mige Amour, bad ass Finnish men who just happened to be deeply in love.
Rating:NC-17
Pairing:Ville/Surprise.
Summary: Ville’s tied up and wanting.
Disclaimer: I do not own…even though I wish I did.
Warning: Extreme sexual content and sado.
The Dungeon’s lighting was dull but Ville didn’t mind. He liked the adrenaline that was running through his veins as he heard the crack of a whip come from behind him. Black paint had been smeared on his body and now it had dried, coating the flesh with a gross yet erotic feeling.
“Ville, you know you‘ve been bad. Extremely bad.” The man behind him spoke in a foreign tongue.
“I know, Master.” He said, voice cracking as the whip came down into contact with his paint coated skin.
“And I’m sure you also know that I cannot allow for you to just go on.”
“Yes, I know that too.”
“Aren‘t you forgetting something?” His Master snapped as he pulled the binds on Ville’s wrists tighter, feet dangling further off the grimy floor.
“Yes! Master, yes. I’m sorry, forgive me.” Ville begged as the burn of hot wax surfaced over his black flesh.
“We‘ll see.” The man calling the shots tutted, eyes lingering over the wall of instruments he had to choose from in his reach.
His lips pursed as he tried hard to make his decision of what device he should use on his beautiful disaster that night and with a short smile he wrapped his fingers around the steel handle of the paddle that had sharp points covering its surface.
“Now, now my little slut. I know that you like to moan for me. So do so now, when I am not touching you, but if you begin to moan when I am in contact with you in any way, I will not stand for it.” He warned, finger tips ghosting up Ville’s thighs.
“Yes, Master. Anything for you.” Ville gushed and began to let out moans that could make a porn star blush.
“Good, now open your mouth.” He instructed, body pressed just slightly against Ville’s as he wrapped his arms around the man, gag lined up with his lips, “Wider, you whore!” He growled, pulling the gag back towards Ville’s mouth, prying it open and keeping it that way as he backed away, smiling at the fact that he had Ville completely under his control.
Ville sputtered against the black rubber ball that now inhabited the space of his mouth, letting out a strangled moan Master tutted, “Now, now, Ville. That’s not acceptable.” He sighed, taking a stronger hold on the paddle in his hand and forced it down onto the skin of Ville’s pale paint stained ass, blood prickling to the surface not long after. Only leaving Ville to try his hardest not to allow a yelp creep up his throat and reverberate off of the gag.
“Good boy. Now, let‘s see.” Master hummed, grabbing onto Ville’s tattooed elbow, twirling him around so he could get a full view of the beauty on display for him, “So exquisite…too bad I have to punish you.”
Forest green eyes shimmered in the light of the random candles that were set up around the Dungeon and Master got an idea. Swiftly he made his way to one of the crimson candles, grasping the wax in his hand he slowly walked back to Ville, gingerly running his finger through the flame of the candle, “You‘re a dirty slut, Ville. I see how you make everyone flutter with lust when you‘re around. They can‘t tear their eyes away from your swaying hips,” he spoke truthfully, dripping a hefty amount of wax down Ville‘s feminine hips, “you‘re flawless face,” and Master’s lips were ghosting over Ville’s, “and your slutty ass.” Wax splashed down Ville’s backside causing him to buck his hips forward to try and reach his Master’s body in any which way possible.
“Now, Ville. Calm down. I‘ll help you in my own good time.” He smirked, finally noticing just how wanting Ville was, the length between his thighs at full attention and leaking precum in vast amounts.
A quick blow to the candle and the flame was extinguished, leaving Master’s face in a dull shadow. Quietly, he worked his way back across the room to the shelf of items, picking up quite a large dildo.
Ville’s body ached for anything his Master was willing to give to him, whether it be a fake cock or not he didn’t care. He merely wanted some form of satisfaction and he wanted it right then and there.
Master disappeared behind Ville and the next thing he knew he was being penetrated roughly with the rubber toy, letting out a strangled sob of pleasure and pain.
“Shhh, what did I tell you?” Master warned and Ville nodded eagerly, pushing back against his hand, urging him to continue and that he did. With his left hand, Master proceeded to plunge the toy in and out of Ville’s tight heat as his right arm wrapped around his front to grasp a hold of his cock, erratically stroking him all the while he fucked him senseless with the toy.
Ville’s arms began to go numb as well as his legs as his body started to swing the slightest bit back and forth due to the fact that the chain he was suspended from weren’t securely fastened to anything.
“Do you want it harder?” Questioned Master, lips finding a spot on Ville’s neck and he bit down. Which earned a rather loud moan to filter up Ville’s throat and be stopped by the gag but Master knew it meant yes. So he complied, thrusting the toy further and harder into Ville. Not a moment later did he feel Ville spasm behind his hands, muscles tightening as well as hips as he found his release.
Panting breaths could be heard as Master helped him ride out his orgasm to its fullest, eventually pulling the toy out from deep within Ville. Allowing it to fall to the Dungeon’s floor.
“Ville?” Master asked as he gently undid the gag.
“Fuck.” He breathed out heavily, tugging at his restraints, desperately wanting to be able to be on flat land and Master understood that and set to work on letting his Angel down from his sinful perch.
“That was the best, ever.” Ville smiled as he shamelessly wrapped his arms around the man before him, naked paint lined body pressed flush against his.
“I hoped it would have been.”
“Do you need for me to get you off?” Came Ville’s caring question, placing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“No, no. I came like three times just watching you.” The older man blushed.
“Mhh, I‘ll be sure to put on a show for you more often.”
Clothes were pulled on over painted flesh and Ville and his Master were turning off the light switches to the Dungeon they rented every month or so and went back to being Ville Valo and Mige Amour, bad ass Finnish men who just happened to be deeply in love.