The Dark Side of the Moon, chapter 3
Finally finished chapter 3. It was kinda done for a few days now, but I wasn't really satisfied with it. I'm still not, but staring at it is not gonna make it any better. Another reason why I was hesitant about uploading is that it is pretty kinky. And I hear you say: "But this whole story is one big pile of naughty PWP, why is this chapter so problematic?" Weeeellll... Let's just say that this chapter is about ten times more fucked up the the other two. I mean, it is not as filthy of some of the stuff I have come across over the years, but it is still more hardcore than anything I have ever read on this comm. I just hope that I don't traumatize anyone.
Title: The Dark Side of the Moon, chapter 3
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17, powerplay, dirty talk, humiliation, bdsm, orgasm denial.
Summary: This chapter takes place a little while (like a few days, or a week) after chapter 1. Anthony has been a bad boy. Ian disciplines him.
A/N: Ian and Anthony are in a D/s relationship. D/s = dominance and submission. This means that one partner is submissive to the other (in this case only in the bedroom). Everything is consensual, and they use a safeword (although this is not mentioned here). If you have questions/concerns/whatever about this, don't hesitate to ask me.
Previous Chapters: chapter 1 http://mercurial-fan.livejournal.com/2565.html
chapter 2 http://mercurial-fan.livejournal.com/3249.html
“You are in big trouble, you know that right?” Ian said, shifting his gaze to stare at Anthony. Anthony lowered his eyes under the scrutinizing attention of Ian eyes. “Yes Sir.” He mumbled. It wasn't a lie. Anthony knew very well that he had screwed up, and that he deserved punishment. Last night Ian had told him that he could only come if Ian himself had come first. However, the position they were in, with Anthony on his back and Ian on top of him, had provided too much friction on Anthony's cock. That combined with the blindfold he had been wearing, and Ian thrusts that repeatedly brushed his prostate had proved to be too much for Anthony. With a soft cry he had come, coating his and Ian's belly in come. Ian had come right after that, and when they were done Ian had cleaned up both of them, not saying a word about what happened.
Anthony had hoped that maybe Ian had forgotten about it, but this morning Ian had not even let Anthony get some breakfast before ordering him to get naked and kneel on the ground. That was where Anthony was now. Ian had quickly taken a shower and had gotten dressed, while Anthony had been waiting on his knees. Ian rummaged around in the drawer and grabbed a few items. Anthony, who was still staring at the ground could only guess what Ian was getting. He heard Ian move back to the bed, and presumably sitting down. “Come here,” Ian ordered, “Go lie on my lap, head to my left, ass to the right. Quickly.” Anthony was not told he could get up, so he crawled to where Ian was sitting on the edge of the bed. He knew he made a pretty sight like that, crawling on all fours, toned body moving gracefully, muscles rippling. He also knew that Ian was not looking for a show, so he moved quickly to Ian. He only stood up when he had reached Ian's feet. He carefully laid down over Ian's legs, arms hanging over Ian's left leg, legs hanging over Ian's right leg. This brought his head down a bit and his ass up. He had a feeling where Ian was going with this.
Ian took a moment to softly stroke Anthony's back, fingers moving over Anthony's skin like Anthony's was some sort of overly large cat. He resisted to urge to arch his back up, knowing that Ian would immediately stop his petting if he did that. Without warning Ian brought his hand down on Anthony's ass, hard. Anthony instinctively jerked away, but Ian's left hand was gripping his shoulder and Anthony was going nowhere. Ian smacked his behind again and again, until Anthony was panting, trying to breathe through the pain. He was sure his ass was bright red from the spanking. He was also sure that he had never been so hard before. Something about Ian punishing him, hurting him was so incredibly arousing that Anthony could barely remember his own name. He felt very calm, serene even. He was utterly at ease, giving himself fully over to Ian, trusting him to take care of him. He could feel himself zoning out, the pain reduced to a mere idea of pain, not pain that actually hurt. His mind was empty, and he was just sort of floating, only dimly aware of his surroundings.
Then Ian stopped, and everything came rushing back. His ass was on fire and he let out a soft groan. He heard Ian chuckle. “Don't think I'm done with you yet, boy. This was only the beginning.” With that he slid two slick fingers inside of Anthony, having put lube on them while he was speaking. Anthony could feel it, but it didn't hurt. He was still a bit open from last night, and Ian fingers slid in easily. Ian moved them around a bit and added a third. Anthony was still hard, and he hoped Ian would hurry up. He wondered briefly what Ian had meant when he had said that the spanking was only the beginning. What else was Ian planning on doing to him, except for fucking him?
Ian removed his fingers and manhandled Anthony on the bed. He did not give Anthony any time to get ready, just plunged right in when Anthony was lying more or less on his stomach. Ian fucked into him, occasionally hitting is prostate. Anthony squeezed his eyes shut, letting it happen. He hoped that Ian would grab his cock soon, that combined with the occasional prostate stimulation should be enough to get him off, no matter how rough Ian was taking him. When he felt Ian slow down a bit and take one hand from his hips, he was relieved. He desperately wanted to come, had been desperate for some sweet relief ever since Ian had spanked him. However, Ian did not grab his cock, no, he grabbed something from the bed. Anthony could not see what it was, but then he felt Ian's fingers move over his cock, along with something else. Ian had stilled his movements completely now, and Anthony was anxiously waiting what Ian was going to do next.
He felt Ian slip something over his cock, all the way up to the base, where it sat tightly around his shaft. Oh. That bastard. Ian had put a cock ring on him. “Bet you didn't saw that one coming, did you? This is what you get for coming without permission.” Ian grabbed Anthony's hips again and began moving once more. No matter how much Ian was hitting his prostate, Anthony would not be able to come. Anthony felt like screaming, but instead he bit down on the covers, letting Ian pound away in his ass. It did not take long for Ian to come, but when he was done he did not pull out immediately. Anthony heard and felt Ian move around a bit and then grab something else from the bed. Was he still not done torturing him? Anthony thought desperately. He was not sure how much more he could take.
He was distracted from his thoughts when Ian carefully pulled out. Before Anthony could get used to being empty again, he felt something cold and hard push against his entrance. He did not have time to think of what it could be when Ian had pushed it all the way in. He kept perfectly still, trying to get used to the feeling. “In case you were wondering, that's a butt plug that I just put inside you. Do you like it? Don't answer that, I don't really care. I've given you this so you can get used to having something inside you, without you coming like a teenager. That is what the cock ring is for, it will prevent you from coming. Ingenious, huh? Also, I quite like the idea of my come inside you, trapped there by the plug. It will keep you nice and wet for me, all ready when I decide I want to make use of you again.” Ian gave his ass a light swat and stood up. “I'm gonna clean up, why don't you make us some breakfast?” With that Ian turned around and went to the bathroom.
For a moment Anthony just lay there, hardly believing what just happened. Eventually though he knew he needed to get up. Ian and him were not done with there session yet, so Anthony would have to obey him, unless he used his safeword, but he wasn't ready to do that yet. Ian and him usually kept their sessions confined to sex, having agreed that it would upset the power balance if Ian would dominate Anthony like that outside of sex. Now it seemed that Ian had crossed the line, but Anthony was willing to give him a chance. The moment he stood up he knew that he had been wrong about Ian taking this too far. His order had been very much about sex. He should have known that Ian knew what he was doing. Every step he took jostled the butt plug, which in turn pressed against his prostate. It made him want to walk just a little bit faster, enjoying the feel of the plug inside him. However, the cock ring that helped maintain his erection (not that he needed that right now) also prevented him from coming from the plug.
Anthony chose to carefully walk to the kitchen, still completely naked. Bending over to grab the cereal proved to be quite the challenge. Ian wasn't even in the room, and he had still control over Anthony's movements. Anthony had to give it to him: this was quite the creative punishment. He fixed breakfast as fast as he could, making cereal and pouring juice in two glasses. Right when he was done Ian emerged from the bathroom. “Great!” Ian said happily, “Please join me.” He pointed to an empty chair. Anthony hesitated. Sitting down was not going to be easy, but he also knew that Ian's request was actually an order. Anthony gingerly sat down, folding one leg beneath him and awkwardly leaning on the table. Ian ignored his struggles, and began eating his breakfast. Anthony only drank a little from his juice, to distracted by his other bodily needs to be hungry. Ian looked up, saw Anthony's full bowl, and ordered: “Eat.” Anthony sighed, but began eating. Once he swallowed the first bite he realized how hungry he was. He quickly wolfed down his food, but then had to wait until Ian was done.
Ian seemed to take his time eating his breakfast, and Anthony was ready to explode by the time he was done. He was still hard because of the cock ring and it was slowly driving him crazy. Finally Ian said, while standing up: “Put the bowls and stuff on the counter, then come to the bedroom.” He slowly walked to the bedroom himself, leaving Anthony to hurriedly clear the table before following his lover. Ian was already naked and waiting on the bed. Anthony stopped at the edge of bed, waiting for Ian to tell him what to do. Ian took one look at Anthony angry red cock, and said, “Come here.” Anthony climbed on the bed and Ian took his arm and maneuvered him so that Anthony was straddling his hips. Ian reached behind Anthony and carefully pulled out the plug. Anthony was shaking now, body completely exhausted from the strain it had been under. This was the furthest Ian had ever taken him, and Ian's proximity was the only thing keeping him more or less grounded. Everything seemed to move slowly, colors dulled and sounds muffled. It was an almost surreal experience, but Anthony wasn't worried. He was too far gone to be worried about anything. All he had to do was do whatever Ian wanted, and everything would be fine. He felt incredibly safe and loved, albeit still very horny.
Ian grabbed his own hard cock and positioned Anthony above it. “Sssh... Almost done, boy. You're doing great, I know you can take it.” Ian said with surprising tenderness in his voice. Anthony nodded and Ian allowed Anthony to slowly lower himself on Ian's cock. When Ian was all the way in he whispered: “Move. Don't stop till I have come.” Anthony immediately began moving up and down, finally able to control how fast and hard he was going. He suspected that he would be allowed to come when Ian was done, so he focused on making it as good as possible for Ian, even clenching his inner muscles to provide extra friction.
Ian had come once already this morning so it took Anthony a while, put eventually he could hear Ian's breath quicken. Ian grabbed Anthony's hips, slammed himself in deep one last time before he came. He raised a shaky hand and let it rest on Anthony's lower belly. “I'm gonna undo the ring now. You can come.” With that he swiftly undid the cock ring and gave Anthony's cock a little jerk. The effect was immediate. Thirty minutes of having an erection and not being able to do anything about it made for one hell of an orgasm. Anthony came and came, shooting come all over Ian's chest. When he was done he was unable to hold himself up anymore. He collapsed into Ian's arms, closed his eyes and was asleep before Ian could say a word.
When he woke up an hour later he was wearing clean boxers and was lying under the covers. He sleepily looked around, trying to see where Ian was but he couldn't find him. He sat up and winced. A spanking, getting fucked by Ian, and a butt plug does not make for a good sitting experience, Anthony thought to himself. He stumbled out of bed, in desperate need of a shower, even though he could tell that Ian had taken care of the worst of it. When he came to the bathroom he decided to run a bath instead of a shower, hoping that that would soothe his aching body. When he pushed open the door he was in for a surprise. A hot, steaming bath was already waiting for him. Ian was nowhere to be found, but there was a little note on the mirror. Dear Anthony, it said, I had a feeling that you wanted to take a bath now, so go ahead. I am editing right now, but if you need anything don't hesitate to ask me. I'll do all the work for today, you can just relax. I am really proud of you. Love, Ian.
Anthony stared at the note, not fully comprehending what it said, but when he did he smiled. He had the best boyfriend ever.
*Goes hide in a corner* Don't kill me please for writing this :p Chapter four is gonna get dark, and will focus on Ian, even though it will still be told from Anthony's POV.
Title: The Dark Side of the Moon, chapter 3
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17, powerplay, dirty talk, humiliation, bdsm, orgasm denial.
Summary: This chapter takes place a little while (like a few days, or a week) after chapter 1. Anthony has been a bad boy. Ian disciplines him.
A/N: Ian and Anthony are in a D/s relationship. D/s = dominance and submission. This means that one partner is submissive to the other (in this case only in the bedroom). Everything is consensual, and they use a safeword (although this is not mentioned here). If you have questions/concerns/whatever about this, don't hesitate to ask me.
Previous Chapters: chapter 1 http://mercurial-fan.livejournal.com/2565.html
chapter 2 http://mercurial-fan.livejournal.com/3249.html
“You are in big trouble, you know that right?” Ian said, shifting his gaze to stare at Anthony. Anthony lowered his eyes under the scrutinizing attention of Ian eyes. “Yes Sir.” He mumbled. It wasn't a lie. Anthony knew very well that he had screwed up, and that he deserved punishment. Last night Ian had told him that he could only come if Ian himself had come first. However, the position they were in, with Anthony on his back and Ian on top of him, had provided too much friction on Anthony's cock. That combined with the blindfold he had been wearing, and Ian thrusts that repeatedly brushed his prostate had proved to be too much for Anthony. With a soft cry he had come, coating his and Ian's belly in come. Ian had come right after that, and when they were done Ian had cleaned up both of them, not saying a word about what happened.
Anthony had hoped that maybe Ian had forgotten about it, but this morning Ian had not even let Anthony get some breakfast before ordering him to get naked and kneel on the ground. That was where Anthony was now. Ian had quickly taken a shower and had gotten dressed, while Anthony had been waiting on his knees. Ian rummaged around in the drawer and grabbed a few items. Anthony, who was still staring at the ground could only guess what Ian was getting. He heard Ian move back to the bed, and presumably sitting down. “Come here,” Ian ordered, “Go lie on my lap, head to my left, ass to the right. Quickly.” Anthony was not told he could get up, so he crawled to where Ian was sitting on the edge of the bed. He knew he made a pretty sight like that, crawling on all fours, toned body moving gracefully, muscles rippling. He also knew that Ian was not looking for a show, so he moved quickly to Ian. He only stood up when he had reached Ian's feet. He carefully laid down over Ian's legs, arms hanging over Ian's left leg, legs hanging over Ian's right leg. This brought his head down a bit and his ass up. He had a feeling where Ian was going with this.
Ian took a moment to softly stroke Anthony's back, fingers moving over Anthony's skin like Anthony's was some sort of overly large cat. He resisted to urge to arch his back up, knowing that Ian would immediately stop his petting if he did that. Without warning Ian brought his hand down on Anthony's ass, hard. Anthony instinctively jerked away, but Ian's left hand was gripping his shoulder and Anthony was going nowhere. Ian smacked his behind again and again, until Anthony was panting, trying to breathe through the pain. He was sure his ass was bright red from the spanking. He was also sure that he had never been so hard before. Something about Ian punishing him, hurting him was so incredibly arousing that Anthony could barely remember his own name. He felt very calm, serene even. He was utterly at ease, giving himself fully over to Ian, trusting him to take care of him. He could feel himself zoning out, the pain reduced to a mere idea of pain, not pain that actually hurt. His mind was empty, and he was just sort of floating, only dimly aware of his surroundings.
Then Ian stopped, and everything came rushing back. His ass was on fire and he let out a soft groan. He heard Ian chuckle. “Don't think I'm done with you yet, boy. This was only the beginning.” With that he slid two slick fingers inside of Anthony, having put lube on them while he was speaking. Anthony could feel it, but it didn't hurt. He was still a bit open from last night, and Ian fingers slid in easily. Ian moved them around a bit and added a third. Anthony was still hard, and he hoped Ian would hurry up. He wondered briefly what Ian had meant when he had said that the spanking was only the beginning. What else was Ian planning on doing to him, except for fucking him?
Ian removed his fingers and manhandled Anthony on the bed. He did not give Anthony any time to get ready, just plunged right in when Anthony was lying more or less on his stomach. Ian fucked into him, occasionally hitting is prostate. Anthony squeezed his eyes shut, letting it happen. He hoped that Ian would grab his cock soon, that combined with the occasional prostate stimulation should be enough to get him off, no matter how rough Ian was taking him. When he felt Ian slow down a bit and take one hand from his hips, he was relieved. He desperately wanted to come, had been desperate for some sweet relief ever since Ian had spanked him. However, Ian did not grab his cock, no, he grabbed something from the bed. Anthony could not see what it was, but then he felt Ian's fingers move over his cock, along with something else. Ian had stilled his movements completely now, and Anthony was anxiously waiting what Ian was going to do next.
He felt Ian slip something over his cock, all the way up to the base, where it sat tightly around his shaft. Oh. That bastard. Ian had put a cock ring on him. “Bet you didn't saw that one coming, did you? This is what you get for coming without permission.” Ian grabbed Anthony's hips again and began moving once more. No matter how much Ian was hitting his prostate, Anthony would not be able to come. Anthony felt like screaming, but instead he bit down on the covers, letting Ian pound away in his ass. It did not take long for Ian to come, but when he was done he did not pull out immediately. Anthony heard and felt Ian move around a bit and then grab something else from the bed. Was he still not done torturing him? Anthony thought desperately. He was not sure how much more he could take.
He was distracted from his thoughts when Ian carefully pulled out. Before Anthony could get used to being empty again, he felt something cold and hard push against his entrance. He did not have time to think of what it could be when Ian had pushed it all the way in. He kept perfectly still, trying to get used to the feeling. “In case you were wondering, that's a butt plug that I just put inside you. Do you like it? Don't answer that, I don't really care. I've given you this so you can get used to having something inside you, without you coming like a teenager. That is what the cock ring is for, it will prevent you from coming. Ingenious, huh? Also, I quite like the idea of my come inside you, trapped there by the plug. It will keep you nice and wet for me, all ready when I decide I want to make use of you again.” Ian gave his ass a light swat and stood up. “I'm gonna clean up, why don't you make us some breakfast?” With that Ian turned around and went to the bathroom.
For a moment Anthony just lay there, hardly believing what just happened. Eventually though he knew he needed to get up. Ian and him were not done with there session yet, so Anthony would have to obey him, unless he used his safeword, but he wasn't ready to do that yet. Ian and him usually kept their sessions confined to sex, having agreed that it would upset the power balance if Ian would dominate Anthony like that outside of sex. Now it seemed that Ian had crossed the line, but Anthony was willing to give him a chance. The moment he stood up he knew that he had been wrong about Ian taking this too far. His order had been very much about sex. He should have known that Ian knew what he was doing. Every step he took jostled the butt plug, which in turn pressed against his prostate. It made him want to walk just a little bit faster, enjoying the feel of the plug inside him. However, the cock ring that helped maintain his erection (not that he needed that right now) also prevented him from coming from the plug.
Anthony chose to carefully walk to the kitchen, still completely naked. Bending over to grab the cereal proved to be quite the challenge. Ian wasn't even in the room, and he had still control over Anthony's movements. Anthony had to give it to him: this was quite the creative punishment. He fixed breakfast as fast as he could, making cereal and pouring juice in two glasses. Right when he was done Ian emerged from the bathroom. “Great!” Ian said happily, “Please join me.” He pointed to an empty chair. Anthony hesitated. Sitting down was not going to be easy, but he also knew that Ian's request was actually an order. Anthony gingerly sat down, folding one leg beneath him and awkwardly leaning on the table. Ian ignored his struggles, and began eating his breakfast. Anthony only drank a little from his juice, to distracted by his other bodily needs to be hungry. Ian looked up, saw Anthony's full bowl, and ordered: “Eat.” Anthony sighed, but began eating. Once he swallowed the first bite he realized how hungry he was. He quickly wolfed down his food, but then had to wait until Ian was done.
Ian seemed to take his time eating his breakfast, and Anthony was ready to explode by the time he was done. He was still hard because of the cock ring and it was slowly driving him crazy. Finally Ian said, while standing up: “Put the bowls and stuff on the counter, then come to the bedroom.” He slowly walked to the bedroom himself, leaving Anthony to hurriedly clear the table before following his lover. Ian was already naked and waiting on the bed. Anthony stopped at the edge of bed, waiting for Ian to tell him what to do. Ian took one look at Anthony angry red cock, and said, “Come here.” Anthony climbed on the bed and Ian took his arm and maneuvered him so that Anthony was straddling his hips. Ian reached behind Anthony and carefully pulled out the plug. Anthony was shaking now, body completely exhausted from the strain it had been under. This was the furthest Ian had ever taken him, and Ian's proximity was the only thing keeping him more or less grounded. Everything seemed to move slowly, colors dulled and sounds muffled. It was an almost surreal experience, but Anthony wasn't worried. He was too far gone to be worried about anything. All he had to do was do whatever Ian wanted, and everything would be fine. He felt incredibly safe and loved, albeit still very horny.
Ian grabbed his own hard cock and positioned Anthony above it. “Sssh... Almost done, boy. You're doing great, I know you can take it.” Ian said with surprising tenderness in his voice. Anthony nodded and Ian allowed Anthony to slowly lower himself on Ian's cock. When Ian was all the way in he whispered: “Move. Don't stop till I have come.” Anthony immediately began moving up and down, finally able to control how fast and hard he was going. He suspected that he would be allowed to come when Ian was done, so he focused on making it as good as possible for Ian, even clenching his inner muscles to provide extra friction.
Ian had come once already this morning so it took Anthony a while, put eventually he could hear Ian's breath quicken. Ian grabbed Anthony's hips, slammed himself in deep one last time before he came. He raised a shaky hand and let it rest on Anthony's lower belly. “I'm gonna undo the ring now. You can come.” With that he swiftly undid the cock ring and gave Anthony's cock a little jerk. The effect was immediate. Thirty minutes of having an erection and not being able to do anything about it made for one hell of an orgasm. Anthony came and came, shooting come all over Ian's chest. When he was done he was unable to hold himself up anymore. He collapsed into Ian's arms, closed his eyes and was asleep before Ian could say a word.
When he woke up an hour later he was wearing clean boxers and was lying under the covers. He sleepily looked around, trying to see where Ian was but he couldn't find him. He sat up and winced. A spanking, getting fucked by Ian, and a butt plug does not make for a good sitting experience, Anthony thought to himself. He stumbled out of bed, in desperate need of a shower, even though he could tell that Ian had taken care of the worst of it. When he came to the bathroom he decided to run a bath instead of a shower, hoping that that would soothe his aching body. When he pushed open the door he was in for a surprise. A hot, steaming bath was already waiting for him. Ian was nowhere to be found, but there was a little note on the mirror. Dear Anthony, it said, I had a feeling that you wanted to take a bath now, so go ahead. I am editing right now, but if you need anything don't hesitate to ask me. I'll do all the work for today, you can just relax. I am really proud of you. Love, Ian.
Anthony stared at the note, not fully comprehending what it said, but when he did he smiled. He had the best boyfriend ever.
*Goes hide in a corner* Don't kill me please for writing this :p Chapter four is gonna get dark, and will focus on Ian, even though it will still be told from Anthony's POV.