GK, Mark of Ownership, 1/1, NC17, Godfather/Nate, 3,534
Title: Mark of Ownership
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Stephen "Godfather" Ferrando x Nate Fick
Warning(s): AU, pwp (oral, frottage, nipple play, biting/marking), tattooing, master/servant kink
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s):
kink_bingo: tattoos/tattooing
Word Count: 3,534
Master List: card
Notes: More guild 'verse because lately I've been on a kick. Though never expressly mentioned, Nate gets the Ferrando family crest because of reasons.
Summary: Godfather surprises Nate with a tattoo.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
Nate comes to slowly, rolling over and stretching out and searching for the tell-tale sign of warmth. He doesn’t find it, and when he opens his eyes tiredly he realizes he’s alone. The sheets are cool on his Master’s side of the bed and Nate feels mildly distressed at his absence.
It’s not unusual for Godfather to wake up before Nate and let him sleep in, especially if they have nothing planned for the day. Nate likes it better when Godfather wakes him up though because he likes getting fucked by his Master first thing in the morning or going to his knees easily to suck at his morning wood.
There are clothes laying out for Nate at the foot of the bed, and he takes a quick shower before pulling them on. The panties are simple black lace, fitting snug around Nate’s hips and cock. The skirt his Master chose for him is frillier, layers of dark blue sheer fabric making it poof and silver stars making it glitter. There’s no shirt for him to wear, but a simple steel necklace with a leather cord lays on top.
Nate can’t resist the desire to twirl in his skirt as soon as it’s on, a light and giggly feeling floating through him as the skirt shimmers prettily. It’s too fluffy to smooth down, but Nate doesn’t mind. He also doesn’t mind that it barely covers his ass. Godfather chose this skirt just for Nate and Nate loves it very much.
With nothing else to do, Nate curls a finger around his necklace and leaves the room in search of his Master. Even if Godfather is busy, Nate still likes to check in with him before wandering around and keeping an eye on things.
- - -
Godfather is on the phone when Nate finds him, leaning back in his desk chair and talking heatedly. He’s agreeing with whoever he’s talking to - Coulson, Nate thinks - but that doesn’t change the fact he’s annoyed.
Nate is quiet when he pushes open the door to his Master’s office, and he’s flooded with warm relief when Godfather crooks his fingers and pats one of his thighs lightly. There’s no hesitation in Nate moving across the room to climb into his Master’s lap, straddling his legs easily and resting his cheek on Godfather’s shoulder.
His Master’s fingers are gentle as they pet up and down Nate’s spine, and his voice drops to something more conversational. He doesn’t stop petting, and it doesn’t take long for him to end his call. The chair swivels as Godfather turns it to lay his phone back in the cradle and he slips a hand between their bodies to tweak one of Nate’s nipples gently.
Moaning, Nate arches his chest into the touch. He leans in close to kiss Godfather softly before tipping his head to the side to let his Master kiss his throat and rest his forehead on Nate’s shoulder. Nate brushes his fingers against Godfather’s scalp and sighs happily.
For a few moments, Godfather seems content to just rest against Nate and pet his spine gently. He sighs, kissing the naked skin on Nate’s collarbone before holding Nate's hips and pushing him back on his thighs, just enough for them to look at each other. “Do you know what today is, Nathaniel?” Godfather asks, rubbing his thumbs in lazy circles on Nate’s hips.
Nate blinks, not really understanding the question. “Today is Wednesday the 17th, Master,” Nate says helpfully. He ducks his head in case he got the answer wrong, but Godfather is just smiling at Nate when he looks up from under his lashes.
”That too,” Godfather agrees. He touches his fingers to Nate’s chin, tipping his head up, and taps Nate’s nose gently. “Today is a very special day. Master has a present for his Nathaniel for being such a good boy.”
That has Nate’s attention. He sits up straighter in his Master’s lap and it’s hard for him not to squirm in excitement. “Nate is always a good boy for his Master.”
The corner of Godfather’s lip twitches up into a wry little smile and Nate feels deflated. Godfather’s fingers smooth over Nate’s brow and he shhs him gently. “You are a very good boy, most of the time.” He smiles when Nate smiles and kisses him softly. “Tonight is a special night, Nathaniel.”
Nate nods his head, even if he’s not sure why. He rakes his brain trying to think of why tonight is special, but it isn’t his Master’s birthday and it isn’t a holiday. He hasn’t been with Godfather near long enough for it to be his birthday again - and then it clicks. Nate does the math and his smile widens.
Godfather’s smile widens when Nate’s realization is obvious on his face. “Good boy.”
”Always,” Nate replies insistently. He touches his fingers to his Master’s face gently, and when Godfather doesn’t push him away Nate leans in to press a soft kiss against his lips. There’s a sense of accomplishment in him, but this is something deeper and so much more.
Nate has been with Godfather for six months. For all the time’s he’s had to be punished for acting up and all the nights he’s spent curled into his Master’s side, it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. It feels like Nate has been here forever, destined and determined to stay by Godfather’s side.
”Master has a very special present for Nathaniel tonight,” Godfather says softly, running his fingers down Nate’s chest slowly. “But Godfather has work to do now. Nathaniel needs to be a good boy and go play somewhere.”
Nate hesitates and touches his fingers to Godfather’s mouth. “Nate wants to stay here with Master,” he says shyly, dropping his gaze. “Nate can be quiet. He’ll sit on his pillow and - “ Nate looks up, licking his lips “ - be here if Master wants Nate to suck him. Please.”
Godfather makes a thoughtful sound. He pushes Nate’s skirt up and kneads the muscles in his thighs with slow, deliberate motions to get Nate’s eyes to flutter and for him to moan softly. “If you can be quiet, you can stay,” he decides after a moment. “But you need to get down now.”
Sighing, Nate nods. He pushes off of his Master’s lap slowly and settles down on his knees on the floor. He looks up, hopeful, and Godfather spreads his legs with a soft laugh and pets Nate’s hair encouragingly.
Working the zipper down on his slacks slowly, Godfather says, “don’t make a mess”. He’s still soft, but Nate doesn’t mind, and he rushes assurances that he won’t before leaning close and sucking Godfather’s cock into his mouth with a happy moan.
- - -
Nate naps on his pillow, leaning against Godfather’s leg with his cheek pressed to his knee. He can feel his Master’s fingers in his hair, stroking soothingly as he talks on the phone and reads his e-mails, and it’s nice. It’s gentle and quiet and sweet, and Nate loves his Master so much his heart could explode with it.
- - -
It’s not until after dinner that Godfather mentions his surprise for Nate again. He’s sitting on the floor at his Master’s side, resting against his leg and enjoying head rubs while his Master sips at his wine. Nate is more comfortable down here than in the chairs, and he loves the lazy way Godfather’s fingers card through his hair.
”It’s time for your surprise,” Godfather says softly, glancing at his watch. “You should be a good boy and come with Master to the play room.”
Nate perks up at the words, kissing his Master’s palm and sitting up straight. He loves being called a good boy, yes, but in tandem with the play room usually means something very good. Better than being punished in there, anyways.
Godfather stands up and Nate copies him, and he lets himself be lead through the house with Godfather’s fingers warm at the small of his back. Nate wants to relax back into the soft touch, but as soon as they get to the play room Godfather’s hand drops away. The walk was short, but Nate already misses the heat.
”Lay down on the table on your stomach and close your eyes,” Godfather says gently. He touches Nate’s shoulder gently, fingers skimming down his spine before he slaps Nate’s ass gently. “Godfather will be right back with Nate’s surprise.”
”Yes, Master,” Nate says softly. He pushes himself up onto the table carefully and lays down, fighting the urge to squirm when the cool metal presses against his skin. In particular, his nipples, but Nate bites back his noises and reaches behind himself to smooth his skirt down as best he can. “Like this?” He asks, crooking his arms up to rest his cheek on, eyes closing slowly.
”Just like that,” Godfather says. “Godfather will be right back.” He closes the play room door behind him, the soft click making Nate ache with longing, and there’s nothing for Nate to do but wait for him to return.
- - -
Godfather isn’t alone when he comes back, but Nate was told to close his eyes so he keeps them shut. He’s curious, because he doesn’t recognize the voice of the second man, and he curls his toes and squirms quietly in his impatience.
There’s a soft shh from Godfather, and his fingers skim up Nate’s back again. “You can open your eyes now, Nathaniel,” he says softly. He waits for Nate to obey before stepping out of the way and revealing Godfather’s guest. “This is a friend of Godfather’s. You shall call him Sir. Understood?”
Nate’s eyes flicker between his Master and Sir suspiciously. He’s suddenly very much aware of how little skin his skirt covers and he curls his fingers into fists to keep from trying to smooth it down fruitlessly. He doesn’t know who this man is or what he intends, but the play room is for sex and punishments and Nate doesn’t want to have sex with this man.
There’s something on Godfather’s face, something Nate can’t quite read, but he doesn’t like it. “Say hello, Nathaniel,” Godfather prompts quietly.
Nate’s eyes flicker again before he drops his gaze. “Hello,” he says quietly. He feels a sharp pinch to the back of his thigh and he adds, “Sir”. It comes out more bitter than he intended to and he flinches even before the second sharp pinch.
The man that came in with Godfather looks impassive though and simply nods his head in greeting. “I’m going to set up. This might take a while.”
”That’s fine,” Godfather says. His fingers toy with the fabric of Nate’s skirt idly, fluffing it up and smoothing it back down. He steps away from Nate long enough to drag a tall stool from the corner, sitting down on it carefully. “You’ve been a very good boy so far tonight, Nathaniel. Don’t mess it up now.”
”I won’t,” Nate whispers. He reaches out for Godfather hesitantly, but relaxes when his Master takes his hand in his own and squeezes gently. He licks his lips and tries to figure out how to ask what’s happening without upsetting his Master further.
Godfather seems to know what Nate’s thinking though, because he smiles softly and drags his thumb over Nate’s knuckles soothingly. “Godfather has decided as a reward for being such a good boy, he was going to get Nathaniel a tattoo marking him as Godfather’s forever.”
Nate shivers, but he’s not cold or scared. He can feel his heart thudding in his chest and he wants this. He wants this so bad and he has no idea how to voice it beyond a soft keening sound. “Nate wants to be Master’s forever,” Nate breathes out, and Godfather smiles at him.
”Master knows,” Godfather says softly. He pulls Nate’s hand close to kiss his knuckles softly before laying Nate’s hand down gently near his face. “Stay still,” he orders, and then he’s abandoning his stool to his friend.
The man Nate is supposed to call Sir is quiet and he lays things on the table at Nate’s side. Black ink and his needle, and he rubs something cool over Nate’s shoulder before asking Godfather if it’s the right spot. Nate is too busy eyeing the man to see Godfather’s silent response, but he pushes Nate flat on the table and continues to work.
Nate tries to close his eyes and relax, but it’s hard to do that when a strange man is touching him. He talks to Godfather quietly, but Nate isn’t listening to the words. He’s too busy trying to keep from squirming away from the gloved touch. When the needle is turned on, it takes everything in Nate to keep from tensing up and pressing flat against the table.
”Shh,” Godfather sooths softly. His fingertips brush along Nate’s hairline on the back of his neck, petting the soft hairs gently until Nate relaxes. “It will only hurt for a little while, Nathaniel.”
It’s not hurting that Nate’s afraid of. It’s not even the thought of being marked up as belonging to his Master for the rest of eternity. Something about the quiet man makes Nate anxious, but he doesn’t tell his Master that. He makes a sound and nods weakly, and they take it as a sign to begin.
Nate wasn’t prepared for the pain. He sucks in a sharp breath, thighs tightening and toes curling because he knows better than to try and push away from the needle. He doesn’t want to ruin his Master’s surprise, not when he went through so much effort to do this for Nate. Nate wants to be a good boy, even if that means suffering.
The needle’s hum drones on and Nate’s shoulder burns with every slow sweep across his skin. It isn’t hard to bite back his noises, not when he’s used to so much worse. He’s been flogged to the point of bleeding, both for punishment and pleasure, surely Nate can handle the burn of a needle. It won’t last forever, and every now and then there’s a break in the noise as the man presses Nate flat and switches his angle or reloads his ink.
The process is endurable, even if Nate thinks his shoulder might hurt like hell come morning. It feels like it will hurt, a dull ache through his system, and Nate spends more time focusing on that than on the pain itself. It’s okay. Nate can do this.
Nate is vaguely aware of the sound of his Master’s voice above him, though he can’t hear the words over the hum of the needle and the sound of the blood pumping in his ears. Godfather’s fingers are still on the back of Nate’s neck, petting soothingly, and he doesn’t pull away or stop. It feels good, relaxing, and Nate likes the anchor and comfort.
Sometimes, Nate loves his Master more than he has words for and enough to make his heart explode if he tried to find them. This is one of those times.
The one thing Nate doesn’t think about throughout the painful process is what is being inked onto his skin. He wants to know, but he doesn’t. Nate trusts his Master to choose a mark that won’t embarrass or hurt him, and the amount of black ink is promising. Nate’s shoulder is starting to go numb under the press of the needle, or maybe he’s just blocking out the pain, but it’s sizeable.
Nate trusts his Master. What the ink is doesn’t matter nearly as much as what it symbolizes. Nate belongs to his Master forever now and that is what is important.
The hum of the needle drones on and Godfather’s fingers don’t stop petting, and eventually, Nate is able to close his eyes and hum a soft sound through his gritted teeth. His Master loves him, he tells himself, and it’s enough to get him through this.
- - -
Godfather doesn’t speak to Nate until after he shows his friend to the door, Nate uttering a thank you, Sir through clenched teeth and only half-listening to the care instructions that were given to him. His Master will take care of him, Nate thinks tiredly. His Master always does.
”Nathaniel,” Godfather says. “Off the table.”
Nate blinks slowly but obeys, rolling over the edge of the table and catching himself easily. He’s startled by his Master pushing into his space, but he doesn’t mind. Godfather’s body feels so warm pressed against Nate’s in the play room, and Nathaniel arches forward for more without thinking about it.
Godfather grips Nate’s hips tight and push him against the table, leaning in to nip at his lower lip gently tugging at it and sucking. Nate moans into the kiss, parting his lips easily for the hot press of his Master’s tongue. He lets himself be dominated, moaning into the kiss and curling his fingers tight into Godfather’s button down.
The kiss is sharp, Godfather’s teeth nipping at Nate’s tongue and lips, and he drags even more sounds out of Nate by tugging at his nipples fiercely. He pushes one of his legs between Nate’s thighs, forcing them apart and grinding his cock against Nate’s hip. For a moment, Godfather seems content with the position, groaning into Nate’s mouth and twisting and tugging at his nipples. Then -
- “on the cot” -
- and he’s pulling away from Nate and shoving him hard into the direction of the cot in the corner of the room. Nate stumbles but catches himself easily, and lets himself be pushed by Godfather until he’s falling onto the cot on his stomach. He tries to crawl further up the bed but he doesn’t have time.
Godfather is right behind Nate, climbing onto the bed and pulling Nate’s hips back sharply until he can grind against his ass. He flips Nate’s skirt up and tugs at the lace panties with sharp jerks - there’s a loud rip that makes Nate moan and Godfather growl - and he pulls them down to Nate’s knees before grinding against him again.
And Nate loves it. He fabric of Godfather’s slacks is rough against Nate’s sensitive skin, but it’s only a matter of time before those are unzipped and his Master starts grinding his slick cock against the cleft of Nate’s ass. Nate moans encouragingly and arches his back when Godfather doubles over him to kiss and bite at Nate’s shoulder.
Godfather is mindful of the bandage over Nate’s tattoo, but it doesn’t stop him from biting down hard and thrusting against Nate with sharp grinding jerks of his hips. He doesn’t move to prep Nate, his cock rubbing over Nate’s hole fleetingly and leaving Nate clenching in desperation, but Nate doesn’t care.
His Master’s hands are on his skin, scratching at his sides and pinching and flicking his nipples. His cock is hot against Nate, grinding hard, and he moans between the bites and kisses to Nate’s skin. “Good boy,” Godfather praises, nipping lightly, and “always my Nathaniel.”
The hot splash of Godfather’s come comes too soon, sticky wetness on the back of his thighs and over his hole. It doesn’t stop Godfather from grinding against Nate, but the rolling of his hips slow down, and Nate finds himself whining in frustration.
”Touch yourself,” Godfather whispers in Nate’s ear, thumbing at Nate’s nipples and rolling them gently between his fingers. “Make yourself come for your Master like a good boy, Nathaniel.”
There’s nothing for Nate to do but obey, reaching a hand beneath his body to tug at his cock frantically. He jerks his hips into the circle of his fist, even as he strokes himself, embarrassed by the noises he’s making and how slick his cock is from precome.
Godfather bites the back of Nate’s neck, digging his teeth in and sucking hard, and Nate comes with a strangled noise and an erratic jerking of his hips. He tumbles down to his elbow, working his cock through his orgasm wetly with one hand, moaning loudly for his Master.
For a while, neither of them move, and Godfather stays doubled over Nate’s back and pressing sweet kisses into his skin. “Nathaniel,” he says softly, “Master’s good boy.” He keeps murmuring praise, petting Nate’s hips and stomach gently, mindless of the mess Nate has made all over himself. “Shh.”
Nate is content to stay like this for as long as his Master wants him to, never mind the cramping in his thighs and the heavy weight he’s holding up on his elbows. Nate is his Master’s good boy, is his Master’s Nathaniel forever, and his Master loves him. Nate loves his Master just as fiercely.
Eventually, they’re going to have to get up and clean themselves, but the furthest they make it is Godfather easing Nate down on his side and curling up behind him. Nate wants to protest, wants to fret over the slacks slung low on his Master’s hip, but Godfather covers Nate’s mouth with sticky fingers and shhs him gently.
If Godfather wants to lay quietly and forget the world for a little while, that’s okay with Nate, too.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Stephen "Godfather" Ferrando x Nate Fick
Warning(s): AU, pwp (oral, frottage, nipple play, biting/marking), tattooing, master/servant kink
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s):
kink_bingo: tattoos/tattooing
Word Count: 3,534
Master List: card
Notes: More guild 'verse because lately I've been on a kick. Though never expressly mentioned, Nate gets the Ferrando family crest because of reasons.
Summary: Godfather surprises Nate with a tattoo.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
Nate comes to slowly, rolling over and stretching out and searching for the tell-tale sign of warmth. He doesn’t find it, and when he opens his eyes tiredly he realizes he’s alone. The sheets are cool on his Master’s side of the bed and Nate feels mildly distressed at his absence.
It’s not unusual for Godfather to wake up before Nate and let him sleep in, especially if they have nothing planned for the day. Nate likes it better when Godfather wakes him up though because he likes getting fucked by his Master first thing in the morning or going to his knees easily to suck at his morning wood.
There are clothes laying out for Nate at the foot of the bed, and he takes a quick shower before pulling them on. The panties are simple black lace, fitting snug around Nate’s hips and cock. The skirt his Master chose for him is frillier, layers of dark blue sheer fabric making it poof and silver stars making it glitter. There’s no shirt for him to wear, but a simple steel necklace with a leather cord lays on top.
Nate can’t resist the desire to twirl in his skirt as soon as it’s on, a light and giggly feeling floating through him as the skirt shimmers prettily. It’s too fluffy to smooth down, but Nate doesn’t mind. He also doesn’t mind that it barely covers his ass. Godfather chose this skirt just for Nate and Nate loves it very much.
With nothing else to do, Nate curls a finger around his necklace and leaves the room in search of his Master. Even if Godfather is busy, Nate still likes to check in with him before wandering around and keeping an eye on things.
- - -
Godfather is on the phone when Nate finds him, leaning back in his desk chair and talking heatedly. He’s agreeing with whoever he’s talking to - Coulson, Nate thinks - but that doesn’t change the fact he’s annoyed.
Nate is quiet when he pushes open the door to his Master’s office, and he’s flooded with warm relief when Godfather crooks his fingers and pats one of his thighs lightly. There’s no hesitation in Nate moving across the room to climb into his Master’s lap, straddling his legs easily and resting his cheek on Godfather’s shoulder.
His Master’s fingers are gentle as they pet up and down Nate’s spine, and his voice drops to something more conversational. He doesn’t stop petting, and it doesn’t take long for him to end his call. The chair swivels as Godfather turns it to lay his phone back in the cradle and he slips a hand between their bodies to tweak one of Nate’s nipples gently.
Moaning, Nate arches his chest into the touch. He leans in close to kiss Godfather softly before tipping his head to the side to let his Master kiss his throat and rest his forehead on Nate’s shoulder. Nate brushes his fingers against Godfather’s scalp and sighs happily.
For a few moments, Godfather seems content to just rest against Nate and pet his spine gently. He sighs, kissing the naked skin on Nate’s collarbone before holding Nate's hips and pushing him back on his thighs, just enough for them to look at each other. “Do you know what today is, Nathaniel?” Godfather asks, rubbing his thumbs in lazy circles on Nate’s hips.
Nate blinks, not really understanding the question. “Today is Wednesday the 17th, Master,” Nate says helpfully. He ducks his head in case he got the answer wrong, but Godfather is just smiling at Nate when he looks up from under his lashes.
”That too,” Godfather agrees. He touches his fingers to Nate’s chin, tipping his head up, and taps Nate’s nose gently. “Today is a very special day. Master has a present for his Nathaniel for being such a good boy.”
That has Nate’s attention. He sits up straighter in his Master’s lap and it’s hard for him not to squirm in excitement. “Nate is always a good boy for his Master.”
The corner of Godfather’s lip twitches up into a wry little smile and Nate feels deflated. Godfather’s fingers smooth over Nate’s brow and he shhs him gently. “You are a very good boy, most of the time.” He smiles when Nate smiles and kisses him softly. “Tonight is a special night, Nathaniel.”
Nate nods his head, even if he’s not sure why. He rakes his brain trying to think of why tonight is special, but it isn’t his Master’s birthday and it isn’t a holiday. He hasn’t been with Godfather near long enough for it to be his birthday again - and then it clicks. Nate does the math and his smile widens.
Godfather’s smile widens when Nate’s realization is obvious on his face. “Good boy.”
”Always,” Nate replies insistently. He touches his fingers to his Master’s face gently, and when Godfather doesn’t push him away Nate leans in to press a soft kiss against his lips. There’s a sense of accomplishment in him, but this is something deeper and so much more.
Nate has been with Godfather for six months. For all the time’s he’s had to be punished for acting up and all the nights he’s spent curled into his Master’s side, it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. It feels like Nate has been here forever, destined and determined to stay by Godfather’s side.
”Master has a very special present for Nathaniel tonight,” Godfather says softly, running his fingers down Nate’s chest slowly. “But Godfather has work to do now. Nathaniel needs to be a good boy and go play somewhere.”
Nate hesitates and touches his fingers to Godfather’s mouth. “Nate wants to stay here with Master,” he says shyly, dropping his gaze. “Nate can be quiet. He’ll sit on his pillow and - “ Nate looks up, licking his lips “ - be here if Master wants Nate to suck him. Please.”
Godfather makes a thoughtful sound. He pushes Nate’s skirt up and kneads the muscles in his thighs with slow, deliberate motions to get Nate’s eyes to flutter and for him to moan softly. “If you can be quiet, you can stay,” he decides after a moment. “But you need to get down now.”
Sighing, Nate nods. He pushes off of his Master’s lap slowly and settles down on his knees on the floor. He looks up, hopeful, and Godfather spreads his legs with a soft laugh and pets Nate’s hair encouragingly.
Working the zipper down on his slacks slowly, Godfather says, “don’t make a mess”. He’s still soft, but Nate doesn’t mind, and he rushes assurances that he won’t before leaning close and sucking Godfather’s cock into his mouth with a happy moan.
- - -
Nate naps on his pillow, leaning against Godfather’s leg with his cheek pressed to his knee. He can feel his Master’s fingers in his hair, stroking soothingly as he talks on the phone and reads his e-mails, and it’s nice. It’s gentle and quiet and sweet, and Nate loves his Master so much his heart could explode with it.
- - -
It’s not until after dinner that Godfather mentions his surprise for Nate again. He’s sitting on the floor at his Master’s side, resting against his leg and enjoying head rubs while his Master sips at his wine. Nate is more comfortable down here than in the chairs, and he loves the lazy way Godfather’s fingers card through his hair.
”It’s time for your surprise,” Godfather says softly, glancing at his watch. “You should be a good boy and come with Master to the play room.”
Nate perks up at the words, kissing his Master’s palm and sitting up straight. He loves being called a good boy, yes, but in tandem with the play room usually means something very good. Better than being punished in there, anyways.
Godfather stands up and Nate copies him, and he lets himself be lead through the house with Godfather’s fingers warm at the small of his back. Nate wants to relax back into the soft touch, but as soon as they get to the play room Godfather’s hand drops away. The walk was short, but Nate already misses the heat.
”Lay down on the table on your stomach and close your eyes,” Godfather says gently. He touches Nate’s shoulder gently, fingers skimming down his spine before he slaps Nate’s ass gently. “Godfather will be right back with Nate’s surprise.”
”Yes, Master,” Nate says softly. He pushes himself up onto the table carefully and lays down, fighting the urge to squirm when the cool metal presses against his skin. In particular, his nipples, but Nate bites back his noises and reaches behind himself to smooth his skirt down as best he can. “Like this?” He asks, crooking his arms up to rest his cheek on, eyes closing slowly.
”Just like that,” Godfather says. “Godfather will be right back.” He closes the play room door behind him, the soft click making Nate ache with longing, and there’s nothing for Nate to do but wait for him to return.
- - -
Godfather isn’t alone when he comes back, but Nate was told to close his eyes so he keeps them shut. He’s curious, because he doesn’t recognize the voice of the second man, and he curls his toes and squirms quietly in his impatience.
There’s a soft shh from Godfather, and his fingers skim up Nate’s back again. “You can open your eyes now, Nathaniel,” he says softly. He waits for Nate to obey before stepping out of the way and revealing Godfather’s guest. “This is a friend of Godfather’s. You shall call him Sir. Understood?”
Nate’s eyes flicker between his Master and Sir suspiciously. He’s suddenly very much aware of how little skin his skirt covers and he curls his fingers into fists to keep from trying to smooth it down fruitlessly. He doesn’t know who this man is or what he intends, but the play room is for sex and punishments and Nate doesn’t want to have sex with this man.
There’s something on Godfather’s face, something Nate can’t quite read, but he doesn’t like it. “Say hello, Nathaniel,” Godfather prompts quietly.
Nate’s eyes flicker again before he drops his gaze. “Hello,” he says quietly. He feels a sharp pinch to the back of his thigh and he adds, “Sir”. It comes out more bitter than he intended to and he flinches even before the second sharp pinch.
The man that came in with Godfather looks impassive though and simply nods his head in greeting. “I’m going to set up. This might take a while.”
”That’s fine,” Godfather says. His fingers toy with the fabric of Nate’s skirt idly, fluffing it up and smoothing it back down. He steps away from Nate long enough to drag a tall stool from the corner, sitting down on it carefully. “You’ve been a very good boy so far tonight, Nathaniel. Don’t mess it up now.”
”I won’t,” Nate whispers. He reaches out for Godfather hesitantly, but relaxes when his Master takes his hand in his own and squeezes gently. He licks his lips and tries to figure out how to ask what’s happening without upsetting his Master further.
Godfather seems to know what Nate’s thinking though, because he smiles softly and drags his thumb over Nate’s knuckles soothingly. “Godfather has decided as a reward for being such a good boy, he was going to get Nathaniel a tattoo marking him as Godfather’s forever.”
Nate shivers, but he’s not cold or scared. He can feel his heart thudding in his chest and he wants this. He wants this so bad and he has no idea how to voice it beyond a soft keening sound. “Nate wants to be Master’s forever,” Nate breathes out, and Godfather smiles at him.
”Master knows,” Godfather says softly. He pulls Nate’s hand close to kiss his knuckles softly before laying Nate’s hand down gently near his face. “Stay still,” he orders, and then he’s abandoning his stool to his friend.
The man Nate is supposed to call Sir is quiet and he lays things on the table at Nate’s side. Black ink and his needle, and he rubs something cool over Nate’s shoulder before asking Godfather if it’s the right spot. Nate is too busy eyeing the man to see Godfather’s silent response, but he pushes Nate flat on the table and continues to work.
Nate tries to close his eyes and relax, but it’s hard to do that when a strange man is touching him. He talks to Godfather quietly, but Nate isn’t listening to the words. He’s too busy trying to keep from squirming away from the gloved touch. When the needle is turned on, it takes everything in Nate to keep from tensing up and pressing flat against the table.
”Shh,” Godfather sooths softly. His fingertips brush along Nate’s hairline on the back of his neck, petting the soft hairs gently until Nate relaxes. “It will only hurt for a little while, Nathaniel.”
It’s not hurting that Nate’s afraid of. It’s not even the thought of being marked up as belonging to his Master for the rest of eternity. Something about the quiet man makes Nate anxious, but he doesn’t tell his Master that. He makes a sound and nods weakly, and they take it as a sign to begin.
Nate wasn’t prepared for the pain. He sucks in a sharp breath, thighs tightening and toes curling because he knows better than to try and push away from the needle. He doesn’t want to ruin his Master’s surprise, not when he went through so much effort to do this for Nate. Nate wants to be a good boy, even if that means suffering.
The needle’s hum drones on and Nate’s shoulder burns with every slow sweep across his skin. It isn’t hard to bite back his noises, not when he’s used to so much worse. He’s been flogged to the point of bleeding, both for punishment and pleasure, surely Nate can handle the burn of a needle. It won’t last forever, and every now and then there’s a break in the noise as the man presses Nate flat and switches his angle or reloads his ink.
The process is endurable, even if Nate thinks his shoulder might hurt like hell come morning. It feels like it will hurt, a dull ache through his system, and Nate spends more time focusing on that than on the pain itself. It’s okay. Nate can do this.
Nate is vaguely aware of the sound of his Master’s voice above him, though he can’t hear the words over the hum of the needle and the sound of the blood pumping in his ears. Godfather’s fingers are still on the back of Nate’s neck, petting soothingly, and he doesn’t pull away or stop. It feels good, relaxing, and Nate likes the anchor and comfort.
Sometimes, Nate loves his Master more than he has words for and enough to make his heart explode if he tried to find them. This is one of those times.
The one thing Nate doesn’t think about throughout the painful process is what is being inked onto his skin. He wants to know, but he doesn’t. Nate trusts his Master to choose a mark that won’t embarrass or hurt him, and the amount of black ink is promising. Nate’s shoulder is starting to go numb under the press of the needle, or maybe he’s just blocking out the pain, but it’s sizeable.
Nate trusts his Master. What the ink is doesn’t matter nearly as much as what it symbolizes. Nate belongs to his Master forever now and that is what is important.
The hum of the needle drones on and Godfather’s fingers don’t stop petting, and eventually, Nate is able to close his eyes and hum a soft sound through his gritted teeth. His Master loves him, he tells himself, and it’s enough to get him through this.
- - -
Godfather doesn’t speak to Nate until after he shows his friend to the door, Nate uttering a thank you, Sir through clenched teeth and only half-listening to the care instructions that were given to him. His Master will take care of him, Nate thinks tiredly. His Master always does.
”Nathaniel,” Godfather says. “Off the table.”
Nate blinks slowly but obeys, rolling over the edge of the table and catching himself easily. He’s startled by his Master pushing into his space, but he doesn’t mind. Godfather’s body feels so warm pressed against Nate’s in the play room, and Nathaniel arches forward for more without thinking about it.
Godfather grips Nate’s hips tight and push him against the table, leaning in to nip at his lower lip gently tugging at it and sucking. Nate moans into the kiss, parting his lips easily for the hot press of his Master’s tongue. He lets himself be dominated, moaning into the kiss and curling his fingers tight into Godfather’s button down.
The kiss is sharp, Godfather’s teeth nipping at Nate’s tongue and lips, and he drags even more sounds out of Nate by tugging at his nipples fiercely. He pushes one of his legs between Nate’s thighs, forcing them apart and grinding his cock against Nate’s hip. For a moment, Godfather seems content with the position, groaning into Nate’s mouth and twisting and tugging at his nipples. Then -
- “on the cot” -
- and he’s pulling away from Nate and shoving him hard into the direction of the cot in the corner of the room. Nate stumbles but catches himself easily, and lets himself be pushed by Godfather until he’s falling onto the cot on his stomach. He tries to crawl further up the bed but he doesn’t have time.
Godfather is right behind Nate, climbing onto the bed and pulling Nate’s hips back sharply until he can grind against his ass. He flips Nate’s skirt up and tugs at the lace panties with sharp jerks - there’s a loud rip that makes Nate moan and Godfather growl - and he pulls them down to Nate’s knees before grinding against him again.
And Nate loves it. He fabric of Godfather’s slacks is rough against Nate’s sensitive skin, but it’s only a matter of time before those are unzipped and his Master starts grinding his slick cock against the cleft of Nate’s ass. Nate moans encouragingly and arches his back when Godfather doubles over him to kiss and bite at Nate’s shoulder.
Godfather is mindful of the bandage over Nate’s tattoo, but it doesn’t stop him from biting down hard and thrusting against Nate with sharp grinding jerks of his hips. He doesn’t move to prep Nate, his cock rubbing over Nate’s hole fleetingly and leaving Nate clenching in desperation, but Nate doesn’t care.
His Master’s hands are on his skin, scratching at his sides and pinching and flicking his nipples. His cock is hot against Nate, grinding hard, and he moans between the bites and kisses to Nate’s skin. “Good boy,” Godfather praises, nipping lightly, and “always my Nathaniel.”
The hot splash of Godfather’s come comes too soon, sticky wetness on the back of his thighs and over his hole. It doesn’t stop Godfather from grinding against Nate, but the rolling of his hips slow down, and Nate finds himself whining in frustration.
”Touch yourself,” Godfather whispers in Nate’s ear, thumbing at Nate’s nipples and rolling them gently between his fingers. “Make yourself come for your Master like a good boy, Nathaniel.”
There’s nothing for Nate to do but obey, reaching a hand beneath his body to tug at his cock frantically. He jerks his hips into the circle of his fist, even as he strokes himself, embarrassed by the noises he’s making and how slick his cock is from precome.
Godfather bites the back of Nate’s neck, digging his teeth in and sucking hard, and Nate comes with a strangled noise and an erratic jerking of his hips. He tumbles down to his elbow, working his cock through his orgasm wetly with one hand, moaning loudly for his Master.
For a while, neither of them move, and Godfather stays doubled over Nate’s back and pressing sweet kisses into his skin. “Nathaniel,” he says softly, “Master’s good boy.” He keeps murmuring praise, petting Nate’s hips and stomach gently, mindless of the mess Nate has made all over himself. “Shh.”
Nate is content to stay like this for as long as his Master wants him to, never mind the cramping in his thighs and the heavy weight he’s holding up on his elbows. Nate is his Master’s good boy, is his Master’s Nathaniel forever, and his Master loves him. Nate loves his Master just as fiercely.
Eventually, they’re going to have to get up and clean themselves, but the furthest they make it is Godfather easing Nate down on his side and curling up behind him. Nate wants to protest, wants to fret over the slacks slung low on his Master’s hip, but Godfather covers Nate’s mouth with sticky fingers and shhs him gently.
If Godfather wants to lay quietly and forget the world for a little while, that’s okay with Nate, too.