Pornapalooza 2 - Fic : Bidding (Pinto, NC17)
art by norfolkdumpling
Title: Bidding
Pairing: Pinto, for Pinto Pornapalooza II
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4409
Warnings: bdsm role playing
Prompt filled: Chris is on the block for a charitable celebrity 'slave' auction. Zach wins and has 24 hours with Chris at his beck and call..
The plant was Chris’s idea. There were some important people at this auction and he didn’t want to look like he was end of line goods. Word on the street was that Ryan Reynolds had $8,000 on the books, so Chris had his sister’s friend in the audience with strict instructions to bid up to $12,000 with Chris’s money. It was an investment in his image. He rolled his shoulders waiting to go out on the stage and when his name was called,walked out shyly with his head down, trying to give the impression that he didn’t absolutely fucking love this kind of attention.
“So ladies and gentlemen, what are we bid for this fine specimen, yours to command for 24 hours - I am reliably informed that if you’re late for work he can take over the controls of your train and drive it himself.”
Laughter. Chris smiled and nodded.
“And because Chris cares deeply about the cause we’re all here for tonight, for a five figure bid he’s willing to go where no man has gone before. That’s right, he’ll put every single toilet seat down.”
More laughter. Chris scanned the audience for Katie’s friend Serena. Sabrina? Anyway, she had the check book. Chris wasn’t going to be the slave of just anyone, and the money was going to a good cause.
“We have a book bid of $3,000, do I hear three and a half? Three and a half, four, four and a half, five, five and a half, six, do I see seven? We only have this room until midnight. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten from the lady in green. Eleven?”
“Fifteen!”
Chris’s head snapped round to see where the voice had come from but the bright stage lights dimmed the back of the room.
“Fifteen thousand! Do we have sixteen anywhere? Sixteen thousand anywhere? Going once, twice...sold to the lady for $15,000!”
There was applause and Chris bowed, managing to make it off stage before he swore under his breath. This woman could be anyone, and he really didn’t wanna spend 24 hours making small talk with a lonely, middle-aged.....beautiful model with huge tits.”Hi! I guess you’re my....mistress now, right?” Chris flashed her a smile and she rolled her eyes, leaning in to whisper to him.
“He said you’d say that.”
She grabbed his hand and led him off as a few people threw suggestive comments at them. “Er, so where are we going mistress?”
“To my car, then I have to drop you off with your buyer.”
“Whoah, whoah...” As they got outside Chris started to back up a little. “How do I know this isn’t some kind of kidnap attempt, or that you’re going to sell me into actual slavery? Plus, you know I’m not allowed to be in any indie movie who wants to get Chris Pine for a knockdown price, you know that, right?”
The woman turned to him, her black hair swishing. “My client says you’re not to worry, he just didn’t want to embarrass you by turning up to bid himself. Now, we have a car waiting and he’s very keen to get you to work, so shall we go?” She walked to the Escalade and opened the door for him expectantly.
He decided to go with it, readying his phone in his pocket in case he had to make a secret call to the cops or something. Climbing in the back he tried to relax and memorise the way they were going. He’d seen that in a movie. Possibly one he was in.
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They drove for about thirty minutes before they started to wind round some suburban streets in Los Feliz and Chris started to ponder things. Zach lived round here. Mind you so did Tyler Shields. Fuck! “You know my body fluids are my own and that is none negotiable. Also no unicorn tears or shit like that.”
It was a good sign that the woman looked confused. “Whatever, we’re here.”
The car rolled to a stop and Chris’s suspicions were confirmed. They had gone the long way round and doubled back a few times, probably to throw him off the scent, but this was Zach’s house. Great. They had fooled around a few times but neither had ever taken any kind of step towards anything remotely serious. The score sheet currently read two blowjobs, a handjob, some drunken kissing and a few handsy cuddles.
“Well, thanks for the ride.” He stepped out of the car and relaxed a little at the thought of a friendly face as his lord and master. Oh who was he kidding? Zach was going to make his life hell.
“Bye Chris! Or, you know, whatever name your master gives you.” She smirked as the car rolled off.
“God help me” Chris muttered as he steeled himself and jogged up the path to Zach’s house. He knocked three times on the door and decided to go with it. After all, what would be the worst that could happen?
“Christopher! Come in, I have your uniform all ready for you.” Zach was grinning like a great white, dressed in his yoga pants and a baggy hoodie and looking more like the Manny than the master of the house.
He stepped inside, bending to pet Noah as Zach closed the door behind him. “So who was the decoy? She was hot.”
“Intern at BTD. You didn’t think I’d really come in person did you? You want a beer?”
Chris sat, not wanting to relax too much. “I don’t know whether you studied slavery in History class Zach but I don’t think a cold beer and a friendly chat was on the agenda.”
“You’re not my slave yet, you start at 6am tomorrow morning so I thought it might be better if you stayed over, because lateness leads to a stripe.” Zach handed him the beer and plonked down on the couch next to him.
“A - a what now?”
Zach gave him that Sylar look and flared his nostrils,purring at him. “A stripe. From my cane, on your pretty white ass.”
Chris gulped. “You’re kidding, right?”
Zach laughed. “Oh my God, of course I’m kidding! No, but you do have to start at six am, I have to have everything ready for my dinner party and there’s a lot for you to get through.” He picked up a sheet of paper from the coffee table and passed it to Chris. “I planned it pretty well, I was generous with time.”
Chris scanned the sheet, waiting for the punchline. “This is a straight up timetable, what is this crap?”
“Crap? I spent a long time on that! And I paid $15,000 so no more cheek from you. I need the bathroom and the kitchen cleaning, I need you to cook and I need you to clean the whole place and walk Noah one in the morning and once in the afternoon. I imagine it will take you all day. Then you get an hour’s rest before you have to serve dinner for me and my guest.” Zach sipped on his beer, clearly aware that he was being an ass.
“I hate you. I suppose I have a uniform and you want me to call you Sir? You’ll regret this Quinto, just you wait.”
“Oh honey...” Zach edged closer and put his arm around Chris’s shoulders. “That stuff is your kink, not mine.”
Chris swallowed hard, He’d forgotten about their little drunken ‘chat’ a few weeks ago where the subject of being an aggressive top had come up because of Chris’s uncanny ability to start things he couldn’t finish. He had been trying to tease Zach and embarrass him but had ended up admitting to having maybe a teensy weensy kink for being ordered around, forced to his knees and dominated. Zach hadn’t commented on it and Chris hadn’t linked it to the slave auction, not in his own mind. “That’s not why I did this, this is not what I - “
“Hey, relax, I know why you did it, you’re a philanthropist, and you just looooved being up on that stage didn’t you? Having your goods shown off?” Zach giggled and snatched Chris’s empty beer from his sweaty hand. “I have the guest room, or the servant’s quarters, all made up for you. ‘Nother beer?”
“Thanks.” Chris looked at his ‘schedule’ again and made a mental note never to do any charity work ever again. The bastards would have to start taking care of themselves.
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A night’s sleep had enabled Chris to think about his predicament. Zach thought he had the upper hand here, but he hadn’t thought it through properly. He’d rushed into this, it was obvious. There was no end game, he had clearly not known what to do with Chris hence the little timetable and the dinner party, which was no doubt cobbled together, probably Neal or Corey, maybe Joe or Brigid. No-one who actually knew Chris that well. This meant that Zach could be knocked off balance.
And all of the thinking and mind games led to Chris now standing in Zach’s kitchen, cooking an omelet for his master’s breakfast naked as the day he was born aside from an apron which said “Hail to the Chef” on it.
“What are you - oh my God, that is a prop from Heroes which I am auctioning to raise money for the Trevor Project. I had to buy it from Ebay!” Zach was in his sweats and flip flops,his hair falling in strands across his face.
Chris wiggled his ass and smirked. “Yeah well add Chris Pine’s DNA to the auction and you’ll make more money!”
“Ew.” Zach wandered into the kitchen and looked into the omelet pan with trepidation. “Is that for me?”
“It is, master. Please have a seat and I’ll serve you at the breakfast bar. Orange juice before your coffee?” Chris made a point of avoiding eye contact with Zach, like this was the most normal thing in the world.
“Er, yeah, sure. Thank you.” Zach sat and fidgeted on his stool as Chris plated up his breakfast and set it before him. Chris poured out OJ and gave a little bow as he went back for coffee.
“Will Sir be out today or shall I plan lunch for you?” Chris started to clear the kitchen, noticing an Enterprise pizza cutter in the top drawer and making a mental note to tease Zach about that after his indentured labour was over.
“Sir will be out in twenty minutes and will not return until 7.30pm, I don’t want to be under your feet. You can call me if you run out of any cleaning items and I’ll bring them. Don’t want you to get behind schedule because of my lack of planning.” Zach jumped off his stool, drained his coffee and gave Chris an open handed tap on the ass. “Oh and Chris, please don’t walk Noah in the nude. I don’t think I have to tell you why.”
“Because it would turn you on?” Chris called after him, having a little chuckle to himself. Zach wanted him to be uncomfortable, well he didn’t plan to be. He was going to be carefree and get all of his jobs done diligently before serving Zach and his guest happily and showing that he was the good guy here. Zach had flashed the cash, tried to embarrass him, but who would be getting the kudos? Christopher Whitelaw Pine, that’s who.
And so Chris cleaned. He cleaned after himself in the kitchen then did the bathroom, scrubbing the taps until they gleamed and freshly laundering the bathmat and the towels. He tidied the living room and lit a candle called ‘Apple Orchard’ which he hoped Zach was saving for a special occasion. Zach’s bedroom was fun. It was immaculate anyway but Chris vacuumed, re-arranged and had a good rifle through the master’s drawers. “Trojan Magnum XL? Yeah right.” Chris noticed that box wasn’t opened, probably a gag present from someone. Zach had raspberry flavour lube and a tiny vibrator, which was hilarious. He added it to the list of embarrassing items he’d found, after Chris’s issue of Details magazine and the copy of ‘A Cinderella Story’ on blu-ray. He walked Noah around the block (dressed as promised) and picked up lunch on the way back, sharing it with Noah in the back yard before he mowed the lawn.
Chris had to admit, he was enjoying himself. It was just the kind of work that appealed to him, he was left to his own devices, there were straightforward tasks to do and he could see an end in sight. Plus he was getting a lot more detail about Zach’s life, the kind of things he wanted hidden and the things he was happy for people to see. No sign of a journal yet but he hadn’t finished exploring the bedroom and there was still the office to tidy. Chris tossed the last morsel of his brie and cranberry panini to Noah and wondered where the cat had gotten to. “Harold! ch ch ch, come on kitty.” He wandered back inside and found him curled on top of the towels, fresh from the dryer. “God dammit, cat.” he grumbled, before remembering it wasn’t his house. He took a picture of Harold on top of the towel that Zach would later use to dry his face as a nice surprise to be emailed next week.
As the day went on Chris realised he didn’t have as much time as he thought. He quickly dragged Noah around the block again and set about arranging dinner. He set the table as Zach had requested with only one chair, wondering where the guest was going to sit, and lit some more expensive candles to piss him off. As the clock approached 7.30 Chris was able to sit and admire his handiwork. He would make such a great housewife it wasn’t even funny. He heard the key in the door and stood in the hallway ready to welcome Zach and his guest.
“Is it safe to come in?” Zach was alone, and closed the door behind him.
“Good evening Sir, I hope you had a good day. Let me take your coat, please sit while I fetch you an aperitif.” Chris peeled Zach’s coat off and went to hang it in the bedroom, a little smug at Zach’s surprise. He poured Zach a scotch and ice and handed it to him with a beaming smile. “And what time will Sir’s guest be arriving?”
“Oh he’s already here, he’s just not dressed appropriately.” Zach downed the scotch in one and stood, drawing himself to his full height and stepping right into Chris’s space. “Take your clothes off. Now.” he growled, with no hint of humour in his voice. This was interesting.
Chris’s fried brain tried to process what was happening and he decided to go with it, not give any ground. Zach wanted to play? Fine, he would play. He had dressed smartly to wait on Zach but the shirt unbuttoned and the pants unzipped and by removing every piece of clothing quickly and methodically he wanted to show Zach that he wasn’t fazed. Soon he had a pile of clothes next to him on the ground and was face to face with Zach again waiting for the next move.
“Take those to the bedroom and leave them there. When you come back you can serve dinner.” Zach sat and opened the champagne himself as Chris obeyed him. Being alone in Zach’s room allowed Chris to relax for a second and let the ‘what the fuck?’ look come to his face without giving him away. He placed his clothes on a chair and took a deep breath before stepping out of the room. There was a hard smack on his bare backside and he jumped. “What the hell - “
“When I give you an order you say “Yes Master”, do I make myself clear?” Zach sounded fucking serious and Chris had a sting on his ass to prove it.
“Y-yes master.”
“Good. Serve dinner.”
“Yes master.” Chris winced as he walked to the kitchen, trying to appear unfazed when his friend , co-star and only occasional fuck buddy had just spanked him for being naughty. He dropped the filet mignons in the pan with some oil and focused on that while he tried to work out where to go with this situation. He had two choices - throw in the towel and say “Okay Zach, you win, you freaked me out”, or go with it and try to go further than Zach would, play slave chicken as it were. Neither of those sounded like particularly good plans.
He plated up and walked confidently to the table, placing one plate in front of Zach but unsure what to do with the other. “Oh you can put them both together. And get on your knees next to me, a chair is something you have to earn.” Zach didn’t even look at him, just drank some more of his champagne and picked up his knife and fork, expecting to be obeyed.
“Yes master.” Chris said with a hint of what he hoped was defiance and not “Fuck, I’m terrified.” He went to his knees with as much self-respect as he could muster whilst naked and paid for and kept his gaze low. From this vantage point he could see that Zach was hard. That was...interesting.
“Here.” Zach was holding out a piece of steak on a fork and Chris took it gladly, he was starving. As soon as he took the meat he felt cold in the pit of his stomach, and warm around his groin. He tried to distract himself, he couldn’t very well deny his arousal being naked as he was and he really didn’t want Zach to see him like this. He knew. The mother fucker knew this would get him.
The trepidation must have shown on his face because Zach’s next touch was to his cheek and it was gentle, not a stinging slap. He leaned down conspiratorially and spoke low into Chris’s ear. “I can stop right now, you can go get dressed and we can eat dinner. Or I’ll carry on and your stop word is ‘sunset’. You choose.” Zach pecked him on the cheek, went back to his steak and didn’t look back at him.
Chris knew what his body wanted because his cock was currently half hard. He thought about what carrying on would entail. Fucking? Humiliation? Both? It was tempting. Zach had just as much to lose from this if it got out, and he looked like he would be fucking good at this game. He was 51% for the idea and he had an out, he had a stop word. Okay. Let’s play.
He lifted his eyes to Zach who stopped what he was doing and offered another morsel of steak. Chris parted his lips and took it, noting that Zach’s chest swelled at the action. And so it went until the muscles in Chris’s legs started to scream and Zach finally swallowed down the last of his meal. “Mm. Very nice Christopher. You’ve done well.”
“Thank you master.” Chris said quietly, wondering what the next move would be.
“Go and wait on your knees in the bedroom and I’ll be right in. Do not turn on the lights.”
“Yes master.” Chris rose slowly as his legs adjusted to being stretched again. He picked the side of the bed to kneel and listened to Zach moving about outside and putting dishes in the sink. He could hear him washing his hands and pondered on the fact that they would be cold when Zach laid them on him.
The door opened and Chris stared straight ahead at the bedroom wall. Zach stood behind him and petted his hair, running fingers through it and letting it fall through his fingers. “Stand up and help me undress.”
Zach stood, his arms slightly lifted and a bored look on his face. Chris started by undoing his cuffs, then moved to his shirt buttons, pushing the shirt back from Zach’s shoulders and folding it neatly before starting on his pants. Chris’s fingers against Zach’s happy trail made both of them give a sharp intake of breath. He eased down Zach’s pants and let him step out of them and peel off his socks before he straightened up again to have Chris strip him naked. His boxers were white and already damp where the tip of his cock had leaked through the thin material and Chris had to fight not to smile as he pulled them down and saw the pleasing sight of Zach’s thick penis springing up to brush against his stomach.
“Let me look at my property. Turn around.”
Chris straightened and slowly turned around , feeling Zach’s eyes on him. Zach inspected him, lifting his chin with a crooked finger and stroking both hands down his sides until Zach’s thumbs were resting on Chris’s hip bones. Zach reached behind and grasped Chris’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart and smirking as Chris gave a little gasp. “Very nice Christopher. At least on the outside. Now, on your knees so I can get my money’s worth.”
Chris slowly went to his knees, keeping his eyes on Zach for further instruction. Zach held Chris’s chin and turned his head back and forth, playing with him before holding his wet cock to Chris’s lips and painting them with pre-cum. He was suddenly rock hard as Zach held his head still and rubbed his erection against Chris’s cheek. “Open.”
Opening his mouth, Chris moaned as Zach thrust straight in and fucked his mouth. “Suck it, slave. I own you. I own your mouth, I own your lips and your tongue, so suck it and swallow my cum like a good little boy.”
Chris hummed his approval and ran his hands into the fur of Zach’s thighs, gulping against his hard cock. He wondered if he’d get to come tonight or whether he’d have to wait until his ‘contract’ was up. Zach’s grip on his hair loosened as he started to come a little earlier than Chris would have anticipated. He figured that Zach must be as into this as he was. As Zach gave off some soft whimpers and thrust once more Chris swallowed his cum as instructed and sucked hard until Zach’s nails dug into his shoulder.
He let his jaw go slack and watched Zach stagger back and rest against the bed, his head lolling back. Chris was silently proud of himself but didn’t want it to show on his face in case Zach made him pay for it. He settled on creeping closer to his master and touching his cheek lightly to his thigh. Zach patted his shoulder and held Chris’s head in his hands. “That was maybe five hundred dollars worth but I paid fifteen thousand little one, so run and get me that champagne, then get on your hands and knees on the bed.”
Chris quickly retrieved the champagne and a glass and handed it to Zach then climbed up onto the bed and kept his head down. Zach started to stroke his hair again. “Talk to me. Persuade me.”
“Please, master.” He whispered. “Please, I’m yours to command. Use me. Pleasure yourself with my body.”
Chris heard Zach’s breath hitch and then he disappeared from view. He tossed some lube onto the bed and went to sit in the chair, dumping Chris’s clothes onto the floor.
“Prepare yourself. Do it now.”
Chris picked up the lube and spread his legs wider. He squeezed the lube onto his fingers and stretched to reach behind him. As best he could he fingered himself, reassured of his appearance by the sound of Zach’s breathing, wet and heavy. He got two fingers inside himself before Zach jumped up and slapped his hand away, slamming his mouth onto Chris and eating him out to his breathless moans. Chris slumped onto his forearms and pushed backwards onto Zach’s tongue.
Zach pulled away and Chris heard him opening a drawer. He concentrated on the sounds Zach made as he moved around the room. The drawer closed, there was the crinkle of a condom wrapper and then nothing until the bed creaked with Zach’s weight and Chris felt firm hands on his hips. “Please. Please fuck me.” Chris felt Zach’s fingers breach his hole and pushed back again. He felt that familiar dull pressure on his opening which made way to beautiful stretching and Zach’s balls brushing against him as he pushed in in one smooth movement.
Chris let his forehead drop onto the bed as Zach fucked him fast and hard. Zach was talking but Chris was deaf to it as he hovered between pleasure and discomfort. The pressure on his prostate was intense and his cock remained untouched, swollen and heavy between his legs. He whimpered, trying to beg for attention. Eventually Zach reached around to give him a few quick tugs and Chris came hard with relief, starting to breathe as Zach slowed up and climbed towards his own orgasm. Chris was beginning to get sore and aching from being in one position but Zach was so close and the sounds he was making were delicious. With a few more quick thrusts Zach came inside him and fell forward, knocking Chris onto his side and pulling out.
They lay still, panting as they both came down. Chris felt a hand in his and rolled to lie across Zach’s chest. He closed his eyes and listened to Zach’s heart slow down.
--
“Morning Christopher.”
Chris opened his eyes and felt like he should be doing something. Wasn’t there something? “Good morning...master.”
Zach chuckled and kissed his forehead. “It’s 8.30, you’re off the clock now honey. I think you got your money’s worth.”
“Hmm?”
“You didn’t think that was for me did you? That was totally your birthday present. So is this going to cost me fifteen g every time?” Zach gathered Chris up in his arms and he felt suddenly tired again. He stroked Zach’s chest absently and started to drift back to sleep.
“You know slaves, you pay once, they’re yours forever.”