Let Me See Your Beauty Broken Down Part II
The walk home is barely a flash in Jared’s mind - out the door, down the hall, into the elevator, out the lobby, pretend not to see Ackles so he doesn’t have to stare at those fucking lips, that goddamn green stare that Jared just knows sees way too much, and down the street, throwing one glance back because Ackles turned away and Jared can never resist the sight of that tight, perfect ass.
Jared breathes a sigh of relief when he finally closes his front door behind him, though he knows it’s a brief respite. There’s no guarantee his Master’s done playing with him - in fact, Jared has a feeling the fun has only begun.
The first time Jared wore a plug for his Master was the first time he’d ever used one. His Master let him choose it, which Jared at first thought was a small mercy. Jared had miscalculated. He’d fucked himself on much bigger toys before, but a plug is different - it stays inside you, pressure growing as you try to ignore it, every movement reminding you what a slut you are, who you belong to. Or at least that’s how it was for Jared when he was ordered to wear one on a Sunday morning. Two hours didn’t seem so long until one hour in he was sweating and soaking his boxers with precome, trying to focus on the dishes and debating whether he could still go for his jog like this. He didn’t, at least not that time. He broke down and emailed his Master after an hour and twenty minutes, begging for relief, promising to be such a good boy for him if he could just come. It turned out, his Master wasn’t all that big on mercy.
It’s one of Jared’s favorite things about him.
Tonight Jared can just about handle the overstimulation, at least enough to get himself to his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes from the front door to his bed. He has his phone out and one hand around the base of his cock, not stroking, just holding himself, the cool press of his palm against his fever-hot erection like a sip of water in a scorching desert.
[[I’m home.]]
The reply comes so fast Jared doesn’t have time to drop the phone.
[[I’m not. Be a good boy and wait for me. I bet you’re already on your bed, slutty little ass squirming on that plug.]]
[[Yes, Master.]]
Jared’s blushing hot from the accuracy of those words - squirming on that plug and he thinks he might actually set fire to the bed - spontaneous combustion is a thing, isn’t it? It’d be a fitting end for a guy who gets off on sexual frustration. He’s trying very hard not to arch his back and shove his ass against the mattress when the phone buzzes again.
[[Do you think you’ve been a good boy today?]]
[[Yes, Master, please, I need to come, I’ll be so good for you.]]
[[Yes, you will. I want you to take that plug out now, it’s been stretching you all day, holding you open for me. You’re going to get your vibrator out - the purple one - and I want you to lube it up real nice. Then I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can and hold that vibrator against your hole. And then I want you to call me.]]
Jared’s heart picks up at the last order - he’d been expecting to get to fuck himself, and probably to have to follow texted instructions while he did it, but this is new. He’s going to hear his Master’s voice and the thought shouldn’t be quite so exciting and... good. He’s never had anyone get him this hot, make him come this hard, and he’s never felt this safe with anyone. He always knows his Master will provide exactly what Jared needs, will hold him back or let him go as he sees fit, and while Jared’s felt the need to submit his whole life, he’s never wanted to submit to one specific person so badly.
Jared can’t hold back the twisted, muffled yelp when he pries the plug out. His ass is sore, throbbing and so empty Jared whimpers at the hollow ache. He’s never wanted so badly to be filled up, and if he can’t have his Master’s cock pushing into him, at least he can have the pleasure of showing his Master how good he is, how good he can fuck himself.
He takes a moment, arm twisted back under his hips to hold the tip of the not-yet-buzzing vibrator against his hole. His body is screaming to shove it in and his mind itching to hear his Master’s voice in his ear but he knows this is it - after this, there’s no going back: he’s going toneed to meet the man who’s driving him crazy, who’s taking every scrap of inhibition Jared had and burning them up, one typed word at a time.
“Did you follow my instructions?”
The voice is whiskey and smoke, grittier than expected but somehow smooth as honey underneath, and so incredibly commanding - like there’s no doubt Jared followed his instructions, like there’s no doubt everyone would obey that voice. Jared gathers enough of a semblance of composure to answer, though he knows his own voice is strained and trembling, desperation breaking through and cracking at the edges.
“Yes, Master. I’m - I’m like you said,” Jared finishes, pushing the phone closer until it’s digging into his temple and blushing at his own embarrassment. He usually doesn’t have this problem but apparently actually vocalizing the words isn’t the same as typing them.
A dark chuckle comes across the line and it strikes a chord somewhere deep in Jared’s mind, somewhere buried under the hours of arousal that he can’t quite dig through.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy now that you’re all spread out for me?” The amused tone is so familiar but Jared doesn’t care, doesn’t want tothink. “Now tell me. How does it feel? Knowing you got that pretty ass ready for me all day long, that you’ll only come if I let you?”
The whimper that falls from Jared’s lips doesn’t quite form a word and he shivers at the chuckle that comes through the phone.
“You can do better than that.”
“Good,” Jared gasps, body twisting down to try and push the vibrator in. “Feels so good, wearing the plug for you, doing all this for you.”
“Mmm, that’s better. Yeah, you like being a good boy for me, don’t you? So good, Jay.” His Master pauses and Jared pants into the phone, waiting, muscles trembling with pent up tension. “Go ahead, Jay. Fuck yourself. Do it hard, do it like I’d do it if I were there. So fast, so fucking hard, I’d pin you down and make you take it.”
Jared lets loose a cry that’s half whimper and half growl when he shoves the vibrator in and starts fucking himself - exactly the way he imagines his Master would do it, with no real regard for his own enjoyment, just fucking him raw and deep and so, so good. Jared wishes he didn’t have to twist like this, wishes he could spread himself and take everything his Master wanted to give, offer himself completely and be used like the slut he is.
“Good boy. Now I want you turn the vibrator on and push it against your prostate. Keep fucking yourself with it, just make sure it hits that spot. Don’t come.”
Jared groans and writhes, twisting to press his teeth against the sheets, not quite biting them. There’s a fine sheen of sweat covering his entire body, hair dampening at his temples and the nape of his neck, and he can’t keep from tensing every time the toy hits his prostate. He’s going to come without permission, he just knows it, and he can’t find his voice to beg.
“Let me hear you. I wanna hear you moan like a whore, I know you’re holding it back right now but you don’t have to hide it. I know you’re my dirty little slut.”
The words barely slip through Jared’s tense concentration but he obeys as if on reflex, clenched jaw loosening to release a series of moans so raw and loud that he flushes even deeper, feels as if his Master can see every inch of blood-pink skin and it feels so good, imagining his Master here, watching him, fucking him, owning him.
“Fuck yeah baby, you love this, don’t you? Want me to fuck you? Want me to hold you down and fuck you till you can’t walk, till you can’t breathe without me inside you?”
Jared loses it at the visual, the thought of big hands wrapped around his wrists and shoving him into the mattress. His come spatters across his chest and stomach, muscles clenching hard around the toy, vibrations drawing every ounce of pleasure from him in shaky aftershocks.
“Jay,” comes a low purr over the phone which is somehow still wedged between Jared’s sweat-damp shoulder and his ear. “Did I give you permission to come?”
“Nnff.” Not quite a word, but definitely negative. A spark of anxiety is lighting in Jared’s stomach, the knowledge that he’s going to be punished. Maybe even tonight.
“You know what happens when you come without permission, right?”
“Mmhmm,” Jared says, pulling the vibrator out and turning it off with a click. He rolls onto his side, tugging the sheet up over his suddenly shivering skin. He always gets this way after playing, like he really needs to be touched by warm hands, maybe have someone’s body pressed against his but there’s no one here.
“Don’t fall asleep yet,” his master murmurs and Jared struggles to keep his eyes open. “I’m going to give you a choice about your punishment. I’ll give you a couple of days to rest, and then you can either take your punishment like this, over the phone, or we can do it in person.”
Jared’s eyes shoot open. This is what he’s been wanting, what he’s been itching to bring up. Finally.
“In person.” He manages to get the words out, mumbly but definitely comprehensible, and sighs with relief when a small laugh comes over the line.
“Okay. We’ll set it up, maybe sometime next week. I want to make sure I can take all the time I need for this. Really get the lesson in, because I don’t want you coming without permission again, okay?”
Jared mumbles in reply and his Master laughs again.
“Sleep well, Jared. I’ll see you soon.”
Jared doesn’t even register the use of his real name until long after the line goes dead, and then it’s only to think to himself, I knew that voice sounded familiar.
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