A new and shiny toy - Chapter 7 - Mastrubation at home
Author: NYWCgirl
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Neal/Peter/Elizabeth
Characters: Neal, Peter, Elizabeth
Warning/genre: AU, BDSM, consensual kink, gags, restraints, breath play, spanking, pain play, cock cages, consensual drug use, humiliation, sensory deprivation, flogging, anal sex, blow jobs, prostate milking, sex toys
Spoilers: none
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~ 2000
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine….
Note: This chapter fills the ‘stalker’ square on my H/C Bingo card.
Chapter can also be found on AO3
Neal flies back to New York when Mozzie calls that June is admitted to hospital. Peter and Elizabeth have appointments and can’t join him, but encourage Neal to return to the city.
Their chauffeur Scott drops him off at Lennox and Neal is allowed to see June, even though they are way past visiting hours, Elizabeth has probably something to do with it, since the Burkes are generous donators to the hospital. When Neal is sure June is going to be alright, he reluctantly leaves the hospital, promising he’ll be back the next day. Scott is waiting for him in the lobby and drives him back to the penthouse.
When they arrive back home, Neal is a bit lost alone in the penthouse, by now he is so used to Peter and Elizabeth´s company, that it feels strange to be here by himself. Alone is of course an understatement, since the driver and the rest of the staff is present, and cook even made him a quick dinner when he arrived home. He ate it in the kitchen, together with Scott, chatting with some of the staff on duty.
Before he turns in, he makes a quick call to Peter and Elizabeth, briefing them about June, before turning in.
The next morning, he sleeps in and when he appears at the dinner table, cook brings him breakfast. What is unexpected, is the envelop on the table. It is addressed to him, which is peculiar, because he hasn´t changed his mailing address when he moved in with the Burkes. He has never received any mail at any of their addresses before.
He opens the envelop to reveal a note. An anxious feeling settles in his stomach but he forces himself to read it.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THEIR LAST TOY BOY?
Neal puts the note down. His brain sort of shuts down. What is this? Who send this? He picks up the envelop, but it must have been hand delivered, because there is no stamp and the address is typed, no handwriting, just like the note.
In the beginning of their agreement, Neal had wondered about the fact. He wasn´t their first toy boy, that much was clear, he could tell about the way they treated him, that they had done this before, but he never really thought about it once they started their relationship. He assumed or wanted to assume that the man or woman had left and maybe started another life.
But now that he sees how invested the Burke are into this relationship, it would be strange to think that he would leave to start another relationship or that they would let him.
He picks up the note again and re-reads it.
He needs to think. First things first, he calls John the butler to ask if he saw who brought this envelop. John explains that he picked it up with the regular post. It was in the mail this morning.
That worries Neal even more, that implies that whoever sent this, knows he is alone and that Peter and Elizabeth are not here. Neal walks towards the window where there are buildings adjacent and checks them, but there is nothing he can detect that is out of place.
He takes a deep breath and does his best to relax. This is probably nothing. Probably someone wanting to scare him. Maybe it is even someone from the staff. But then he thinks better of that theory. Like him, the staff is loyal to their employers. The Burkes are well loved by their personnel because they threat their staff with respect and dignity. No, it is definitely not someone from the staff. That he is sure off.
Neal makes a decision. It is no use speculating, so he will ask Mozzie to do a back ground check on the Burke and to check the note. He is meeting him this afternoon for lunch anyway. Neal puts the envelope in a ziplock bag and then decides to do some exercise on the treadmill, before heading off to see June.
* * *
Neal enters the small bistro after having made sure he isn´t being followed. For some reason the note and the way it is delivered are making him paranoid. When the scent of freshly baked bread hits his nose, his stomach rumbles. He spots Mozzie more to the back and sits down across from him.
‘So, how is June?’
‘She is doing well. The doctor says she can probably leave the hospital tomorrow, given that there is someone to take care of her.’
‘Does she need help?’
‘No, I offered but she insists that she will manage with her staff. And her daughter is coming over with the grandkids during the weekend. I also spoke to doctor Monroe and he explained that he will make house calls and if there is anything we can call him.’
‘Great. I will visit here during tonight´s visiting hours. Let´s order, I am starving.’
Neal takes a quick look at the menu and they order. While they wait for their food, Mozzie notices something is bothering Neal.
‘Want to talk about it? Wait… did the Burkes do something to you?’
‘No, no, they are more than courteous. I…’
‘Spill it Neal, you know that you can´t keep anything from me.’
Neal gives Mozzie a small smile, because he is right.
‘I received this in the mail this morning.’
Neal slides the bag with the envelope towards Mozzie, who takes it. Out of nowhere he pulls out gloves, snaps them on and opens the bag. He reads the note without any expression on his face.
‘What do you think?’ Neal asks when Mozzie looks up but doesn´t say anything.
‘What does your gut tell you?’
‘I thrust Peter and Elizabeth. The note implies something happened to him, but it could be anything. Maybe they paid him off or he fell in love with someone else and he left. I don´t know.’
‘But you don´t think something happened to him? Like something that incriminates the Burkes?’
Neal takes a moment to think about the question.
‘No, like I said. I thrust them. They have been good to me. They haven´t hurt me, well not … I… never mind.’
‘Look Neal, you are a big boy and I thrust your judgement and I am not going to tell you how to live your life. If you tell me that these people will not hurt you, I will believe you. But know that you can always come to me if something is wrong or if you need help, even if it is to hide the bodies, OK?’
Neal knows that the last statement is not a casual one, so he nods seriously.
‘I know Mozzie, you are a real friend.’
‘Meet me again tomorrow, I will see what I can find out. And be careful, OK?’
The food arrives and the two friends eat, chit chatting. When they are done, Mozzie announces he needs to go see a man about a thing and Neal understands. He tells Mozzie he will go back home. For some reason he doesn´t want to wander alone in the city. He still isn’t convinced someone isn’t following him.
When he arrives home, he facetimes with the Burkes telling them that everything is alright with June and telling them he misses them, he doesn´t mention the note.
After he puts down the phone, he changes in something more comfortable and walks into his studio, preparing his paints. He needs to get rid of some of the tension and no better way than to create.
* * *
When Neal finally straightens his back, he is surprised to see it is already two o´clock in the morning. He quickly cleans his brushes and takes a hot shower, which is heaven on his sore muscles. But the trick worked, he hasn´t thought about the note for hours. But now he is back to square one and he notices that he is looking outside. Like he can see anything from the penthouse, especially at night. Rationally he knows the penthouse has state of the art security, so he is safe here. Nobody is going to get inside without the staff knowing. He really should go to sleep.
He dries off and takes one of his silk pajamas Elizabeth bought him and settles in the big bed that he normally shares with Peter and Elizabeth. He nestles in the bed, breathing in their scent and his hand finds his hardening dick. He never knew he was such a sex fiend, but he is away two days from his lovers and he already misses the sex. He wraps his hand around his cock giving it a couple of tugs.
He imagines that Peter has him kneeling between his knees. He is wearing a ring gag and he knows what Peter wants him to do. He bends forward and pushes Peter´s hard cock in his open mouth. He starts bobbing his head, but it is not deep enough and Peter puts his hand on the back of his head and pushes him down more until he is gaging.
‘Such a good boy.’
Even in his imagination, the praise goes straight to his cock and he spills in his own hand. Getting his breathing under control he takes a tissue from the night stand and cleans himself up before falling asleep.
* * *
Neal is on his back on the bed, his wrists and ankles are tied with wide leather manacles to the bedposts. He wiggles a bit, but it is clear he isn´t going anywhere. Peter is teasing him with some nipple clamps and is playing with his cock while Neal groans and moans. He is so turned on just looking at Peter who is sitting next to him, completely dressed in an immaculate suit. Peter looks so hot when he power dresses and Neal is willing to do anything by now. He begs Peter to fuck him, to fill him up. Peter loosens the ankle restraints. They don´t come off but now Neal has room to lift his hips. Peter opens his belt and lubes up his cock, before kneeling between Neal´s spread open legs. Neal lift his hips to accommodate Peter, who lines his dick up and slowly pushes in. Neal hisses at the intrusion and burn but slowly pushes back, giving Peter the signal to continue. Once he is balls deep, Neal moans and begs Peter to really fuck him and Peter is more than happy to oblige. He picks up pace and fucks Neal hard, just the way his toy likes it.
Neal isn´t prepared for what looks like a transparent swimming cap. Before he can say anything, Peter has pulled it over his face. It effectively cuts off his air and now Peter starts to fuck Neal in earnest while he pants and gasps for breath. The cap now clings to his face and Neal´s panic rackets up when he desperately starts to gasp but Peter makes no movement to remove the cap. He starts to buck and pull on the restraints but it is no use and Peter keeps on plowing into him. His frantic struggling must turn on Peter who stills, letting Neal´s contracting body do the work and soon he spills into Neal.
Neal can see dark spots and his deprived longs now feel like they will work their way out of his body and while Neal is losing consciousness, he can hear Peter say, ‘you lasted so much longer than the previous one. You make me proud.’
Neal gasps and sits up. Cold sweat is clinging to him and he is panting for breath. It takes him a moment to realize he is in his bed, alone. It was just a dream, well a nightmare.
He lets out a shaky laugh. He hates that he let the note get to him like that. He knows, Peter would never do that to him or anybody else.
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Neal/Peter/Elizabeth
Characters: Neal, Peter, Elizabeth
Warning/genre: AU, BDSM, consensual kink, gags, restraints, breath play, spanking, pain play, cock cages, consensual drug use, humiliation, sensory deprivation, flogging, anal sex, blow jobs, prostate milking, sex toys
Spoilers: none
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~ 2000
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine….
Note: This chapter fills the ‘stalker’ square on my H/C Bingo card.
Chapter can also be found on AO3
Neal flies back to New York when Mozzie calls that June is admitted to hospital. Peter and Elizabeth have appointments and can’t join him, but encourage Neal to return to the city.
Their chauffeur Scott drops him off at Lennox and Neal is allowed to see June, even though they are way past visiting hours, Elizabeth has probably something to do with it, since the Burkes are generous donators to the hospital. When Neal is sure June is going to be alright, he reluctantly leaves the hospital, promising he’ll be back the next day. Scott is waiting for him in the lobby and drives him back to the penthouse.
When they arrive back home, Neal is a bit lost alone in the penthouse, by now he is so used to Peter and Elizabeth´s company, that it feels strange to be here by himself. Alone is of course an understatement, since the driver and the rest of the staff is present, and cook even made him a quick dinner when he arrived home. He ate it in the kitchen, together with Scott, chatting with some of the staff on duty.
Before he turns in, he makes a quick call to Peter and Elizabeth, briefing them about June, before turning in.
The next morning, he sleeps in and when he appears at the dinner table, cook brings him breakfast. What is unexpected, is the envelop on the table. It is addressed to him, which is peculiar, because he hasn´t changed his mailing address when he moved in with the Burkes. He has never received any mail at any of their addresses before.
He opens the envelop to reveal a note. An anxious feeling settles in his stomach but he forces himself to read it.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THEIR LAST TOY BOY?
Neal puts the note down. His brain sort of shuts down. What is this? Who send this? He picks up the envelop, but it must have been hand delivered, because there is no stamp and the address is typed, no handwriting, just like the note.
In the beginning of their agreement, Neal had wondered about the fact. He wasn´t their first toy boy, that much was clear, he could tell about the way they treated him, that they had done this before, but he never really thought about it once they started their relationship. He assumed or wanted to assume that the man or woman had left and maybe started another life.
But now that he sees how invested the Burke are into this relationship, it would be strange to think that he would leave to start another relationship or that they would let him.
He picks up the note again and re-reads it.
He needs to think. First things first, he calls John the butler to ask if he saw who brought this envelop. John explains that he picked it up with the regular post. It was in the mail this morning.
That worries Neal even more, that implies that whoever sent this, knows he is alone and that Peter and Elizabeth are not here. Neal walks towards the window where there are buildings adjacent and checks them, but there is nothing he can detect that is out of place.
He takes a deep breath and does his best to relax. This is probably nothing. Probably someone wanting to scare him. Maybe it is even someone from the staff. But then he thinks better of that theory. Like him, the staff is loyal to their employers. The Burkes are well loved by their personnel because they threat their staff with respect and dignity. No, it is definitely not someone from the staff. That he is sure off.
Neal makes a decision. It is no use speculating, so he will ask Mozzie to do a back ground check on the Burke and to check the note. He is meeting him this afternoon for lunch anyway. Neal puts the envelope in a ziplock bag and then decides to do some exercise on the treadmill, before heading off to see June.
* * *
Neal enters the small bistro after having made sure he isn´t being followed. For some reason the note and the way it is delivered are making him paranoid. When the scent of freshly baked bread hits his nose, his stomach rumbles. He spots Mozzie more to the back and sits down across from him.
‘So, how is June?’
‘She is doing well. The doctor says she can probably leave the hospital tomorrow, given that there is someone to take care of her.’
‘Does she need help?’
‘No, I offered but she insists that she will manage with her staff. And her daughter is coming over with the grandkids during the weekend. I also spoke to doctor Monroe and he explained that he will make house calls and if there is anything we can call him.’
‘Great. I will visit here during tonight´s visiting hours. Let´s order, I am starving.’
Neal takes a quick look at the menu and they order. While they wait for their food, Mozzie notices something is bothering Neal.
‘Want to talk about it? Wait… did the Burkes do something to you?’
‘No, no, they are more than courteous. I…’
‘Spill it Neal, you know that you can´t keep anything from me.’
Neal gives Mozzie a small smile, because he is right.
‘I received this in the mail this morning.’
Neal slides the bag with the envelope towards Mozzie, who takes it. Out of nowhere he pulls out gloves, snaps them on and opens the bag. He reads the note without any expression on his face.
‘What do you think?’ Neal asks when Mozzie looks up but doesn´t say anything.
‘What does your gut tell you?’
‘I thrust Peter and Elizabeth. The note implies something happened to him, but it could be anything. Maybe they paid him off or he fell in love with someone else and he left. I don´t know.’
‘But you don´t think something happened to him? Like something that incriminates the Burkes?’
Neal takes a moment to think about the question.
‘No, like I said. I thrust them. They have been good to me. They haven´t hurt me, well not … I… never mind.’
‘Look Neal, you are a big boy and I thrust your judgement and I am not going to tell you how to live your life. If you tell me that these people will not hurt you, I will believe you. But know that you can always come to me if something is wrong or if you need help, even if it is to hide the bodies, OK?’
Neal knows that the last statement is not a casual one, so he nods seriously.
‘I know Mozzie, you are a real friend.’
‘Meet me again tomorrow, I will see what I can find out. And be careful, OK?’
The food arrives and the two friends eat, chit chatting. When they are done, Mozzie announces he needs to go see a man about a thing and Neal understands. He tells Mozzie he will go back home. For some reason he doesn´t want to wander alone in the city. He still isn’t convinced someone isn’t following him.
When he arrives home, he facetimes with the Burkes telling them that everything is alright with June and telling them he misses them, he doesn´t mention the note.
After he puts down the phone, he changes in something more comfortable and walks into his studio, preparing his paints. He needs to get rid of some of the tension and no better way than to create.
* * *
When Neal finally straightens his back, he is surprised to see it is already two o´clock in the morning. He quickly cleans his brushes and takes a hot shower, which is heaven on his sore muscles. But the trick worked, he hasn´t thought about the note for hours. But now he is back to square one and he notices that he is looking outside. Like he can see anything from the penthouse, especially at night. Rationally he knows the penthouse has state of the art security, so he is safe here. Nobody is going to get inside without the staff knowing. He really should go to sleep.
He dries off and takes one of his silk pajamas Elizabeth bought him and settles in the big bed that he normally shares with Peter and Elizabeth. He nestles in the bed, breathing in their scent and his hand finds his hardening dick. He never knew he was such a sex fiend, but he is away two days from his lovers and he already misses the sex. He wraps his hand around his cock giving it a couple of tugs.
He imagines that Peter has him kneeling between his knees. He is wearing a ring gag and he knows what Peter wants him to do. He bends forward and pushes Peter´s hard cock in his open mouth. He starts bobbing his head, but it is not deep enough and Peter puts his hand on the back of his head and pushes him down more until he is gaging.
‘Such a good boy.’
Even in his imagination, the praise goes straight to his cock and he spills in his own hand. Getting his breathing under control he takes a tissue from the night stand and cleans himself up before falling asleep.
* * *
Neal is on his back on the bed, his wrists and ankles are tied with wide leather manacles to the bedposts. He wiggles a bit, but it is clear he isn´t going anywhere. Peter is teasing him with some nipple clamps and is playing with his cock while Neal groans and moans. He is so turned on just looking at Peter who is sitting next to him, completely dressed in an immaculate suit. Peter looks so hot when he power dresses and Neal is willing to do anything by now. He begs Peter to fuck him, to fill him up. Peter loosens the ankle restraints. They don´t come off but now Neal has room to lift his hips. Peter opens his belt and lubes up his cock, before kneeling between Neal´s spread open legs. Neal lift his hips to accommodate Peter, who lines his dick up and slowly pushes in. Neal hisses at the intrusion and burn but slowly pushes back, giving Peter the signal to continue. Once he is balls deep, Neal moans and begs Peter to really fuck him and Peter is more than happy to oblige. He picks up pace and fucks Neal hard, just the way his toy likes it.
Neal isn´t prepared for what looks like a transparent swimming cap. Before he can say anything, Peter has pulled it over his face. It effectively cuts off his air and now Peter starts to fuck Neal in earnest while he pants and gasps for breath. The cap now clings to his face and Neal´s panic rackets up when he desperately starts to gasp but Peter makes no movement to remove the cap. He starts to buck and pull on the restraints but it is no use and Peter keeps on plowing into him. His frantic struggling must turn on Peter who stills, letting Neal´s contracting body do the work and soon he spills into Neal.
Neal can see dark spots and his deprived longs now feel like they will work their way out of his body and while Neal is losing consciousness, he can hear Peter say, ‘you lasted so much longer than the previous one. You make me proud.’
Neal gasps and sits up. Cold sweat is clinging to him and he is panting for breath. It takes him a moment to realize he is in his bed, alone. It was just a dream, well a nightmare.
He lets out a shaky laugh. He hates that he let the note get to him like that. He knows, Peter would never do that to him or anybody else.