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I hope you've been having a great day, babes, full of love, laughter and plenty o' kink. Hey, here's some now! :D
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Title: 100% Yours
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Kink, D/s
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Set in my D/s storyline; an 'engagement'.
Zeke kept going back to #7 on Casey’s list; it had to be the best out of all of them.
i want to be with someone i can trust to take care of me. Sometimes it’s not about eroticism at all. It’s just about being with him.
Five months of this arrangement had led Zeke here, sitting in the living room and reading Casey’s ‘Top Ten’ reasons as to why he’d wanted this relationship in the first place--what he’d gotten out of it thus far. Zeke glanced up above the paper to the hallway, listening to his boy doing the dinner dishes in the kitchen. Casey’s cooking skills could be made into a career, in Zeke’s opinion. The salmon, with it’s rosemary sauce and boiled potatoes on the side, had been decadent. It’d all been served to Zeke with Casey’s best, sweetest smile; he really did take joy in feeding his man, taking care of him. A two-way street, really, the both of them finding new, wonderful ways to take care of each other.
Zeke himself hadn’t made a list--not like this, anyway, nor had he told Casey the reason for his doling out this task. The boy had been left to do it in private, all alone in the house with no distractions while Zeke went out to get a few things done. One of those things involved taking the biggest step he’d taken in this relationship, deciding that it was high-time to TAKE that step. Casey had earned it… they both had. Zeke put the paper down on the coffee table, stood and went over to the foyer. The small paper bag on the side table was picked up, brought back into the living room and placed it on the table next to Zeke‘s armchair. Zeke waited until he heard the water stop running. “Are you done, boy?” he called.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Come in here.” Zeke put out his half-finished cigarette and sat up straight, hands folded between his knees. Casey arrived with his usual posture: slow steps, hands clasped behind his back, eyes set on the floor. He stopped a few paces in and waited dutifully; Zeke made a small smile. “Come over, kneel in front of me.”
“Yes, Sir,” Casey replied.
Zeke took a deep breath as his lover moved to him and got on his knees. Casey stared at Zeke’s clasped hands and waited for the next instruction. Zeke sighed, unlaced his fingers and lifted Casey’s chin. “I want you to look at me,” he said.
The bright blues stared back at Zeke now, penetrating every defense and insecurity Zeke had. Even if Casey had expressed a want to make this truly, honestly permanent, he could just as easily turn Zeke down. It wouldn’t mean it was over, but it’d definitely put a crimp in Zeke’s plans. Zeke worked past his doubts to take a deep breath and run a finger down Casey’s jaw-line and to his neck. “I read your list,” he said.
“Did I do a good job, Sir?” Casey asked.
“Yea. Yea, you did,” Zeke said. “Do you know why I asked you to do it?”
“No, Sir.”
“Ask me. Maybe I’ll tell you.”
Casey blinked furiously as he asked, “Why did you ask me to make a ‘Top Ten’ list of what I love about our relationship, Sir?”
Zeke smiled warmly. “Because I wanted to see if you’d list good reasons. And you did,” he said. “Because… I needed to know if you were ready.”
“Ready, Sir?”
Zeke looked away from Casey to the bag; he reached inside of it and drew out the long, plain white box it held. The boy’s eyes widened a little--he knew. Zeke could barely hold back from grinning like an idiot, but he managed to keep it at bay. He held the bottom of the box and said, “Go ahead, boy; open it.”
With trembling fingers, Casey took hold of the lid and slipped it off. His lower lip shook as his gift was revealed. The dark, iridescent-colored metal rings of the chainmail gleamed in the green lamplight. “Sir… Sir, is that…” Casey’s swallowing ate whatever he wanted to say, but he knew the answer.
Zeke stood up, keeping his expression even, stoic. He took the light but strong chain in his hand, feeling the weight of the lock and key clasp laced into it. The boy stared at it; Zeke sniffed. “Look at me,” he commanded, making Casey jerk his eyes away from the collar to Zeke again. The metal went warm in Zeke’s hand as he asked, “Do you understand what this collar means, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me.”
Casey licked his lower lip and his eyes darkened. “Wearing a collar shows that I’m owned by you, Sir,” he said. “It means… that I’m your boy.”
“When are you allowed to take it off?”
“Never, Sir.”
Zeke nodded again. “What happens if you do take it off?”
“It’s… the same as throwing away an engagement ring. It would mean that I’m not yours anymore, Sir,” Casey replied.
“Do you want to be mine, like this?” Zeke ran his thumb over the chain, making light metallic noises.
“Yes, Sir. I want to wear your collar. Want… everyone to know that I belong to you. Only you, Sir.” Casey’s voice was shaky, full of want.
Zeke took a deep breath through his nose and glanced to the collar. “I made sure I picked one that would be discreet enough… you can make up anything you want about it to your parents, but if we’re out, at a party, club, wherever, what do you tell anyone who asks about it?”
A dreamlike expression washed over Casey’s face; his eyes went into slits as he replied, “I tell them, ‘it means that I’m Zeke Tyler’s boy’, that I belong to him and him only.”
“Good boy,” Zeke said. He let the knuckles of his free hand run over Casey’s cheek. Casey moved into his touch, a breathy moan escaping his lips. “What else does it mean, baby?”
Casey seemed confused now. “I…” was all he could say, making Zeke smile a little.
“It means that I love you.” Zeke’s reply made Casey’s chest hitch, brow furrow. “Do you love me?”
“Yes, Sir. I love you. I love you so much.”
“Stand up, strip then kneel down again.”
Casey followed the instructions, making quick work of his t-shirt and shorts. Now nude, he returned to his kneeling position, keeping his thighs open and chin up to show his desire, his want. Zeke unclasped the chain and took each end in his hands. It hovered just over Casey’s collarbone; the young man’s breathing quickened. “Do you trust me?” Zeke asked.
“Yes. I trust you, Sir,” Casey said in a rush.
“Once this is on, we won’t need the green light anymore. This goes from on-off to on, twenty-four-seven. Any breaks in the pattern are through my discretion. Otherwise, you show total obedience to anything I ask or want at any time. You may as well change your name to ‘boy’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Zeke’s arms went stiff and almost trembled as the chain was brought around Casey’s neck. It rested on his collarbone as Zeke put the clasp together, locking it. The tangible show of their ‘promise’ in place, he bent away to get a good look at his work. For the first time since they’d started it all, the picture was made entirely, completely complete. Casey’s eyes glistened as he parted his lips and murmured, “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. Take my cock out and lick it.”
With a controlled-eagerness, Casey knelt up, undid Zeke’s belt, button and zip and reached in to bring Zeke’s already-hard cock into the open air. Zeke hissed as he next ordered, “Hands behind your back… look at me.” Casey did so then opened his mouth, all to let his tongue stretch out and lap at the head of Zeke’s engorged dick. His wide, imploring blues searched for approval; Zeke kept his expression even, almost cold, though the pleasure he felt through the talented tongue was immeasurable.
This went on for a while, Casey being dutiful in his cock-worship. Root-to-tip, his mouth’s muscle swirling in a snakelike motion with every pass; god, he was good. So, so good. Zeke’s eyes went into slits as he took the back of Casey’s head, gripped his hair and with the other hand, grabbed Casey’s chin to make his mouth go wide. “Suck,” Zeke said, but he didn’t wait for compliance. He simply shoved Casey down to make the boy go into immediate deep-throat mode. No surprised noises were made, Casey taking the dive without complaint or protest. He seemed to want nothing more than to please his man--master, with everything he had. He came up for air after a good, long suck inside, took one heaping gulp of air then returned, taking Zeke even deeper this time around. Feeling the boy’s throat spasm at the head of Zeke’s dick was enough to make Zeke sniff in hard and let the breath out in a stuttering moan. “Good little boy, good… boy,” Zeke said in a growl.
A moment later, Casey needed to bend away again, this time for a longer recovery. A long string of mucous-lined spit slapped against his chin as he stared at Zeke with glossy, unfocussed eyes. Zeke took a deep breath and ran a finger over Casey’s wet chin. “You’re always prettiest when you’re wet,” he said. “Are you a pretty bitch, boy?”
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
“Damned right. My pretty little fucking bitch… that’s you.” Zeke pulled Casey higher onto his knees, opening his own to let Casey in closer. One of Casey’s flushed pink nipples was flicked roughly with Zeke’s thumb and forefinger. “Pretty nips on pretty tits…”
“Oh G-God… Sir…”
“Shh, shhh…” Zeke leaned forward to put their foreheads together. He could feel the sweat on Casey’s skin, his hot breath warming the both of them. “Want me to suck your tits, boy?”
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
Zeke made a slow smile as he pushed Casey away at the shoulder. The boy jerked back to a sit then put his back to the floor. Zeke sighed and moved off the chair; his hands went to Casey’s knees and pulled them apart. Each one met the floor, creating a perfect picture out of his splayed-open, eager plaything. Every fantasy, desire and want was right here in the form of unblemished milky thighs, the stark contrast of Casey’s hair-free, blood-filled privates resting against porcelain skin. Sometimes Zeke felt that it wasn’t enough getting to lick, suck and fuck his little flesh-treasure… “I wanna show you off. Go somewhere, wherever--let a whole group of guys watch you get fucked,” he said. He dipped down to start sucking a nipple, making Casey whimper and coo. Zeke twisted it with his teeth, turning his head to make a full circle around the nub. After a few seconds he let it go with a smack of lips, gave it a lick and smiled. “Would you like that?”
“Y-Yes, Sir,” Casey haltingly replied.
“Mmm ’Course you would.” With that, Zeke dove down again, all to assault the so-far-neglected nipple with tongue and teeth. Its twin was taken into pinching fingers, tugging it in time with his mouth’s movements. Casey’s whole body twisted in slow slides with the occasional jerk while Zeke growled into his skin. By the time Zeke sat up to survey his work, Casey’s nipples were blushing blood-red, small bruises blooming around them. Zeke shuddered and bent down for a moment, all to give the abused skin small licking kisses.
‘This is mine. He’s mine, no one else’s…’ Zeke’s thoughts made him feel high and his jaw clenched with the urge to sink his teeth into the softest flesh of Casey’s breast. He held back somehow, choosing to break away, anchor his forehead at Casey’s collarbone and take long, shaky breaths. After a few swallows, Zeke sat up and stared down at Casey, his glossy eyes, heaving chest--foreplay was out the window. Zeke snarled, shoved the front of his jeans down further and lifted Casey’s lower half by his knees. The pink-flushed boy on the floor let out a string of halted gasps as Zeke dipped down quick to his ass, all to give it a few licks and sucks; otherwise, Zeke wasn’t willing to prepare as he usually did. His lover was already open and ready for him as it was.
A smile crept onto Zeke’s face as he began going inside of Casey. The chain around Casey’s neck made muted colors glint in the lamplight; once fully sheathed, Zeke pressed their bellies together and took hold of the chain in one hand, the other planting itself firmly on the floor by Casey’s shoulder. Zeke began kissing his boy wildly while going into an instant, unforgiving and fast fuck deep inside of Casey’s body. Casey became nothing but a mess of squirming limbs and gasps, which wasn’t the usual. In most cases, everything needed to be controlled, right down to how many breaths Casey was allowed to take. But not now--not when Zeke felt completely out of control himself with random emotions exploding in his heart and mind. This was a celebration of sorts, a show of how much they’d give and take. Sooner than usual, Zeke felt his balls clench and empty, a guttural noise escaping his throat and mouth and his head was thrown back; he rode the pleasure-wave, punching each one out until he slowed to a stop.
Once his eyes stopped crossing, he looked down at Casey and sighed. However red-faced and sweaty he’d become, he hadn’t climaxed. Zeke smirked. “Laundry. Go do it.”
“Yes, Sir,” Casey immediately replied and he was allowed to sit up, move off the floor and walk out of the room. Zeke stared after him, enjoying the sight of wet, glistening thighs.
~*~
~*Iz the collar!*~
Iz the purdy! :D
Whee! Iz yer berfday, d00d! No really, iz!!
I hope you've been having a great day, babes, full of love, laughter and plenty o' kink. Hey, here's some now! :D
*squoosh*!
Title: 100% Yours
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Kink, D/s
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Set in my D/s storyline; an 'engagement'.
Zeke kept going back to #7 on Casey’s list; it had to be the best out of all of them.
i want to be with someone i can trust to take care of me. Sometimes it’s not about eroticism at all. It’s just about being with him.
Five months of this arrangement had led Zeke here, sitting in the living room and reading Casey’s ‘Top Ten’ reasons as to why he’d wanted this relationship in the first place--what he’d gotten out of it thus far. Zeke glanced up above the paper to the hallway, listening to his boy doing the dinner dishes in the kitchen. Casey’s cooking skills could be made into a career, in Zeke’s opinion. The salmon, with it’s rosemary sauce and boiled potatoes on the side, had been decadent. It’d all been served to Zeke with Casey’s best, sweetest smile; he really did take joy in feeding his man, taking care of him. A two-way street, really, the both of them finding new, wonderful ways to take care of each other.
Zeke himself hadn’t made a list--not like this, anyway, nor had he told Casey the reason for his doling out this task. The boy had been left to do it in private, all alone in the house with no distractions while Zeke went out to get a few things done. One of those things involved taking the biggest step he’d taken in this relationship, deciding that it was high-time to TAKE that step. Casey had earned it… they both had. Zeke put the paper down on the coffee table, stood and went over to the foyer. The small paper bag on the side table was picked up, brought back into the living room and placed it on the table next to Zeke‘s armchair. Zeke waited until he heard the water stop running. “Are you done, boy?” he called.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Come in here.” Zeke put out his half-finished cigarette and sat up straight, hands folded between his knees. Casey arrived with his usual posture: slow steps, hands clasped behind his back, eyes set on the floor. He stopped a few paces in and waited dutifully; Zeke made a small smile. “Come over, kneel in front of me.”
“Yes, Sir,” Casey replied.
Zeke took a deep breath as his lover moved to him and got on his knees. Casey stared at Zeke’s clasped hands and waited for the next instruction. Zeke sighed, unlaced his fingers and lifted Casey’s chin. “I want you to look at me,” he said.
The bright blues stared back at Zeke now, penetrating every defense and insecurity Zeke had. Even if Casey had expressed a want to make this truly, honestly permanent, he could just as easily turn Zeke down. It wouldn’t mean it was over, but it’d definitely put a crimp in Zeke’s plans. Zeke worked past his doubts to take a deep breath and run a finger down Casey’s jaw-line and to his neck. “I read your list,” he said.
“Did I do a good job, Sir?” Casey asked.
“Yea. Yea, you did,” Zeke said. “Do you know why I asked you to do it?”
“No, Sir.”
“Ask me. Maybe I’ll tell you.”
Casey blinked furiously as he asked, “Why did you ask me to make a ‘Top Ten’ list of what I love about our relationship, Sir?”
Zeke smiled warmly. “Because I wanted to see if you’d list good reasons. And you did,” he said. “Because… I needed to know if you were ready.”
“Ready, Sir?”
Zeke looked away from Casey to the bag; he reached inside of it and drew out the long, plain white box it held. The boy’s eyes widened a little--he knew. Zeke could barely hold back from grinning like an idiot, but he managed to keep it at bay. He held the bottom of the box and said, “Go ahead, boy; open it.”
With trembling fingers, Casey took hold of the lid and slipped it off. His lower lip shook as his gift was revealed. The dark, iridescent-colored metal rings of the chainmail gleamed in the green lamplight. “Sir… Sir, is that…” Casey’s swallowing ate whatever he wanted to say, but he knew the answer.
Zeke stood up, keeping his expression even, stoic. He took the light but strong chain in his hand, feeling the weight of the lock and key clasp laced into it. The boy stared at it; Zeke sniffed. “Look at me,” he commanded, making Casey jerk his eyes away from the collar to Zeke again. The metal went warm in Zeke’s hand as he asked, “Do you understand what this collar means, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me.”
Casey licked his lower lip and his eyes darkened. “Wearing a collar shows that I’m owned by you, Sir,” he said. “It means… that I’m your boy.”
“When are you allowed to take it off?”
“Never, Sir.”
Zeke nodded again. “What happens if you do take it off?”
“It’s… the same as throwing away an engagement ring. It would mean that I’m not yours anymore, Sir,” Casey replied.
“Do you want to be mine, like this?” Zeke ran his thumb over the chain, making light metallic noises.
“Yes, Sir. I want to wear your collar. Want… everyone to know that I belong to you. Only you, Sir.” Casey’s voice was shaky, full of want.
Zeke took a deep breath through his nose and glanced to the collar. “I made sure I picked one that would be discreet enough… you can make up anything you want about it to your parents, but if we’re out, at a party, club, wherever, what do you tell anyone who asks about it?”
A dreamlike expression washed over Casey’s face; his eyes went into slits as he replied, “I tell them, ‘it means that I’m Zeke Tyler’s boy’, that I belong to him and him only.”
“Good boy,” Zeke said. He let the knuckles of his free hand run over Casey’s cheek. Casey moved into his touch, a breathy moan escaping his lips. “What else does it mean, baby?”
Casey seemed confused now. “I…” was all he could say, making Zeke smile a little.
“It means that I love you.” Zeke’s reply made Casey’s chest hitch, brow furrow. “Do you love me?”
“Yes, Sir. I love you. I love you so much.”
“Stand up, strip then kneel down again.”
Casey followed the instructions, making quick work of his t-shirt and shorts. Now nude, he returned to his kneeling position, keeping his thighs open and chin up to show his desire, his want. Zeke unclasped the chain and took each end in his hands. It hovered just over Casey’s collarbone; the young man’s breathing quickened. “Do you trust me?” Zeke asked.
“Yes. I trust you, Sir,” Casey said in a rush.
“Once this is on, we won’t need the green light anymore. This goes from on-off to on, twenty-four-seven. Any breaks in the pattern are through my discretion. Otherwise, you show total obedience to anything I ask or want at any time. You may as well change your name to ‘boy’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Zeke’s arms went stiff and almost trembled as the chain was brought around Casey’s neck. It rested on his collarbone as Zeke put the clasp together, locking it. The tangible show of their ‘promise’ in place, he bent away to get a good look at his work. For the first time since they’d started it all, the picture was made entirely, completely complete. Casey’s eyes glistened as he parted his lips and murmured, “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. Take my cock out and lick it.”
With a controlled-eagerness, Casey knelt up, undid Zeke’s belt, button and zip and reached in to bring Zeke’s already-hard cock into the open air. Zeke hissed as he next ordered, “Hands behind your back… look at me.” Casey did so then opened his mouth, all to let his tongue stretch out and lap at the head of Zeke’s engorged dick. His wide, imploring blues searched for approval; Zeke kept his expression even, almost cold, though the pleasure he felt through the talented tongue was immeasurable.
This went on for a while, Casey being dutiful in his cock-worship. Root-to-tip, his mouth’s muscle swirling in a snakelike motion with every pass; god, he was good. So, so good. Zeke’s eyes went into slits as he took the back of Casey’s head, gripped his hair and with the other hand, grabbed Casey’s chin to make his mouth go wide. “Suck,” Zeke said, but he didn’t wait for compliance. He simply shoved Casey down to make the boy go into immediate deep-throat mode. No surprised noises were made, Casey taking the dive without complaint or protest. He seemed to want nothing more than to please his man--master, with everything he had. He came up for air after a good, long suck inside, took one heaping gulp of air then returned, taking Zeke even deeper this time around. Feeling the boy’s throat spasm at the head of Zeke’s dick was enough to make Zeke sniff in hard and let the breath out in a stuttering moan. “Good little boy, good… boy,” Zeke said in a growl.
A moment later, Casey needed to bend away again, this time for a longer recovery. A long string of mucous-lined spit slapped against his chin as he stared at Zeke with glossy, unfocussed eyes. Zeke took a deep breath and ran a finger over Casey’s wet chin. “You’re always prettiest when you’re wet,” he said. “Are you a pretty bitch, boy?”
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
“Damned right. My pretty little fucking bitch… that’s you.” Zeke pulled Casey higher onto his knees, opening his own to let Casey in closer. One of Casey’s flushed pink nipples was flicked roughly with Zeke’s thumb and forefinger. “Pretty nips on pretty tits…”
“Oh G-God… Sir…”
“Shh, shhh…” Zeke leaned forward to put their foreheads together. He could feel the sweat on Casey’s skin, his hot breath warming the both of them. “Want me to suck your tits, boy?”
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
Zeke made a slow smile as he pushed Casey away at the shoulder. The boy jerked back to a sit then put his back to the floor. Zeke sighed and moved off the chair; his hands went to Casey’s knees and pulled them apart. Each one met the floor, creating a perfect picture out of his splayed-open, eager plaything. Every fantasy, desire and want was right here in the form of unblemished milky thighs, the stark contrast of Casey’s hair-free, blood-filled privates resting against porcelain skin. Sometimes Zeke felt that it wasn’t enough getting to lick, suck and fuck his little flesh-treasure… “I wanna show you off. Go somewhere, wherever--let a whole group of guys watch you get fucked,” he said. He dipped down to start sucking a nipple, making Casey whimper and coo. Zeke twisted it with his teeth, turning his head to make a full circle around the nub. After a few seconds he let it go with a smack of lips, gave it a lick and smiled. “Would you like that?”
“Y-Yes, Sir,” Casey haltingly replied.
“Mmm ’Course you would.” With that, Zeke dove down again, all to assault the so-far-neglected nipple with tongue and teeth. Its twin was taken into pinching fingers, tugging it in time with his mouth’s movements. Casey’s whole body twisted in slow slides with the occasional jerk while Zeke growled into his skin. By the time Zeke sat up to survey his work, Casey’s nipples were blushing blood-red, small bruises blooming around them. Zeke shuddered and bent down for a moment, all to give the abused skin small licking kisses.
‘This is mine. He’s mine, no one else’s…’ Zeke’s thoughts made him feel high and his jaw clenched with the urge to sink his teeth into the softest flesh of Casey’s breast. He held back somehow, choosing to break away, anchor his forehead at Casey’s collarbone and take long, shaky breaths. After a few swallows, Zeke sat up and stared down at Casey, his glossy eyes, heaving chest--foreplay was out the window. Zeke snarled, shoved the front of his jeans down further and lifted Casey’s lower half by his knees. The pink-flushed boy on the floor let out a string of halted gasps as Zeke dipped down quick to his ass, all to give it a few licks and sucks; otherwise, Zeke wasn’t willing to prepare as he usually did. His lover was already open and ready for him as it was.
A smile crept onto Zeke’s face as he began going inside of Casey. The chain around Casey’s neck made muted colors glint in the lamplight; once fully sheathed, Zeke pressed their bellies together and took hold of the chain in one hand, the other planting itself firmly on the floor by Casey’s shoulder. Zeke began kissing his boy wildly while going into an instant, unforgiving and fast fuck deep inside of Casey’s body. Casey became nothing but a mess of squirming limbs and gasps, which wasn’t the usual. In most cases, everything needed to be controlled, right down to how many breaths Casey was allowed to take. But not now--not when Zeke felt completely out of control himself with random emotions exploding in his heart and mind. This was a celebration of sorts, a show of how much they’d give and take. Sooner than usual, Zeke felt his balls clench and empty, a guttural noise escaping his throat and mouth and his head was thrown back; he rode the pleasure-wave, punching each one out until he slowed to a stop.
Once his eyes stopped crossing, he looked down at Casey and sighed. However red-faced and sweaty he’d become, he hadn’t climaxed. Zeke smirked. “Laundry. Go do it.”
“Yes, Sir,” Casey immediately replied and he was allowed to sit up, move off the floor and walk out of the room. Zeke stared after him, enjoying the sight of wet, glistening thighs.
~*~
~*Iz the collar!*~
Iz the purdy! :D