Auction night
Title: Auction night
Author: vienna80er Pairing: Orlibean
Rating: NC-17 , BDSM
Disclaimer: All invented, All lies!
A/N: No beta. Mistakes are clearly my own. Especially the “tenses”
Auction night
He is nervous. He is hearing voices and feeling the stares of people, can picture the leers they are giving. He starts shivering as he’s lead a few steps forward to be presented to the crowd. He’s standing proudly, head up, shoulders back while he slowly turns as a slight touch to his arm indicates. To give them a chance to look and watch and measure him up. Like a slave on a market. But he is here by his own choosing.
Slowly the voice of the host is coming back in focus. “.... sold to the gentlemen in black!” With that he is lead off stage, a couple of steps down and bustled along what seems to be a maze of corridors. When they stop he is told to wait. He hears foot steps retreat and the closing of a door.
He’s anxious, his hands shaking slightly. He’s trying to guess his surroundings, the room feels cool and empty. All he can feel is the plush carpet under his knees. Suddenly the door opens, soft foot steps drawing closer. He can feel it, the presence of this man, his owner for the next couple of hours. He wants to speak, but doesn’t, he is not allowed to.
Then there is the touch of a hand, lovingly touching his head, carding through his hair, softly petting him. Next there is the sound of a zipper going down. He can feel the man stepping in front of him. He can smell him now, smell his arousal, right there in front of his face. The first touch to his lips his soft, hot and slightly wet. Pre-cum. He opens his mouth, takes a first tentative lick, gets acquainted to the taste. Clean, musky. He opens further takes as much of the length in as he can and starts sucking and licking, sucking and licking. The hand moves to the back of his head, squeezing lightly for a moment and he knows. The man starts moving his hips in time now, fucking his mouth, pressing his length deeper, till he hits the back. Draws back, pushes forward, draws back, pushes forward, forcing himself deeper every time until he is in, softly groaning every time he is in deep.
He is painfully hard now himself, pleasuring this man, being used is turning him on. His moans and groans moving along his owners length, adding to the pleasure of his mouth until his owner draws back, leaving him empty.
The hand on his head starts moving - being joined by its twin, down his neck, over his shoulders, along his arms, following the curve of his back, touching his vertebraes, moving back up. He can’t hold back the sounds of pleasure. It feels so good. Then there is a slight pressure between his shoulder blades so he is bending down, going on hands and knees, putting himself on display. He can picture what he is looking like in his head. On all four, eager, needy, sweating, legs spread, arse on display, his balls hanging heavy, his cock hard, nearly purple colored from the cock ring he is in for what seems like hours.
The hands follows his spine again until they reach the dips at the small of his back, start massaging lightly, move down further and finally part his cheeks. Leaving him open, vulnerable. He can feel him stare at his hole. It’s fluttering in anticipation. Anticipation of what is to come, what may come. He’s trying to focus on his breathing, to calm himself down but then there is the wet touch, slightly rough, touching his hole, licking around, and lips kissing and sucking. He can’t hold back the loud moan that’s moving up his chest. So good, this mouth licking and sucking his hole, stabbing the tongue in, opening him up, making him wet, making him ready. His hole is fluttering and squeezing down on the tongue, he can’t help pushing back. Pushing back on the tongue, pushing back to the mouth that’s giving him pleasure.
Until suddenly there’s more. And he can’t help but whimper, when he identifies the more as a lubed finger moving in and out. Moving in and out, touching that spot inside that makes him see stars. But it doesn’t end there. The finger is joined by a second, moving in and out, filling him, stretching him. He can’t hold still, can’t help pushing back, can’t help fucking himself back onto those fingers, can’t help squeezing down on them, trying to keep them in, until they are joined by a third one. Filling him more, stretching him more, and preparing him.
And then they leave, leave him empty for a second to be replaced by a hard length. Pushing against his furled opening, pushing in, stretching him more then the fingers, making him feel the stretch and slight burning pain, filling him slowly, inch by glorious inch until he is full, until he can’t take it deeper. But he moves down on his elbows and it goes deeper - not much but a bit. He’s shaking now, he’s on edge, it will not take long now. In hope of getting himself back under controll he’s focusing on taking deep breaths. But it’s futile because his owner starts moving, drawing all the way back out and pressing in again, making him feel the stretch and slight burning pain, only there isn’t any burning just pressure and pleasure, repeating the movement for what seems like eternity. Until he can’t take anymore himself it seems and starts fucking him slowly, deeply, building a rhythm, finding a pace. And it’s so good being stretched, being filled, pressing down on the hard cock filling him, and he’s so close now, can feel his balls drawing tight, drawing up. Right in time there is a hand removing the cock ring. And he is there now and comes, shaking, sweating, gasping, moaning, his muscles working in waves prolonging the pleasure.
When he’s finally coming back to himself, his breathing slowing down, he feels them. Lips: softly pressing against his temple, his nose, his cheeks, his chin, lightly touching his mouth, loving. Hands: removing the blind fold, loving, calming, soothing, touching his body, bringing him down from the high.
And when he opens his eyes he knows..... Orlando.
Author: vienna80er Pairing: Orlibean
Rating: NC-17 , BDSM
Disclaimer: All invented, All lies!
A/N: No beta. Mistakes are clearly my own. Especially the “tenses”
Auction night
He is nervous. He is hearing voices and feeling the stares of people, can picture the leers they are giving. He starts shivering as he’s lead a few steps forward to be presented to the crowd. He’s standing proudly, head up, shoulders back while he slowly turns as a slight touch to his arm indicates. To give them a chance to look and watch and measure him up. Like a slave on a market. But he is here by his own choosing.
Slowly the voice of the host is coming back in focus. “.... sold to the gentlemen in black!” With that he is lead off stage, a couple of steps down and bustled along what seems to be a maze of corridors. When they stop he is told to wait. He hears foot steps retreat and the closing of a door.
He’s anxious, his hands shaking slightly. He’s trying to guess his surroundings, the room feels cool and empty. All he can feel is the plush carpet under his knees. Suddenly the door opens, soft foot steps drawing closer. He can feel it, the presence of this man, his owner for the next couple of hours. He wants to speak, but doesn’t, he is not allowed to.
Then there is the touch of a hand, lovingly touching his head, carding through his hair, softly petting him. Next there is the sound of a zipper going down. He can feel the man stepping in front of him. He can smell him now, smell his arousal, right there in front of his face. The first touch to his lips his soft, hot and slightly wet. Pre-cum. He opens his mouth, takes a first tentative lick, gets acquainted to the taste. Clean, musky. He opens further takes as much of the length in as he can and starts sucking and licking, sucking and licking. The hand moves to the back of his head, squeezing lightly for a moment and he knows. The man starts moving his hips in time now, fucking his mouth, pressing his length deeper, till he hits the back. Draws back, pushes forward, draws back, pushes forward, forcing himself deeper every time until he is in, softly groaning every time he is in deep.
He is painfully hard now himself, pleasuring this man, being used is turning him on. His moans and groans moving along his owners length, adding to the pleasure of his mouth until his owner draws back, leaving him empty.
The hand on his head starts moving - being joined by its twin, down his neck, over his shoulders, along his arms, following the curve of his back, touching his vertebraes, moving back up. He can’t hold back the sounds of pleasure. It feels so good. Then there is a slight pressure between his shoulder blades so he is bending down, going on hands and knees, putting himself on display. He can picture what he is looking like in his head. On all four, eager, needy, sweating, legs spread, arse on display, his balls hanging heavy, his cock hard, nearly purple colored from the cock ring he is in for what seems like hours.
The hands follows his spine again until they reach the dips at the small of his back, start massaging lightly, move down further and finally part his cheeks. Leaving him open, vulnerable. He can feel him stare at his hole. It’s fluttering in anticipation. Anticipation of what is to come, what may come. He’s trying to focus on his breathing, to calm himself down but then there is the wet touch, slightly rough, touching his hole, licking around, and lips kissing and sucking. He can’t hold back the loud moan that’s moving up his chest. So good, this mouth licking and sucking his hole, stabbing the tongue in, opening him up, making him wet, making him ready. His hole is fluttering and squeezing down on the tongue, he can’t help pushing back. Pushing back on the tongue, pushing back to the mouth that’s giving him pleasure.
Until suddenly there’s more. And he can’t help but whimper, when he identifies the more as a lubed finger moving in and out. Moving in and out, touching that spot inside that makes him see stars. But it doesn’t end there. The finger is joined by a second, moving in and out, filling him, stretching him. He can’t hold still, can’t help pushing back, can’t help fucking himself back onto those fingers, can’t help squeezing down on them, trying to keep them in, until they are joined by a third one. Filling him more, stretching him more, and preparing him.
And then they leave, leave him empty for a second to be replaced by a hard length. Pushing against his furled opening, pushing in, stretching him more then the fingers, making him feel the stretch and slight burning pain, filling him slowly, inch by glorious inch until he is full, until he can’t take it deeper. But he moves down on his elbows and it goes deeper - not much but a bit. He’s shaking now, he’s on edge, it will not take long now. In hope of getting himself back under controll he’s focusing on taking deep breaths. But it’s futile because his owner starts moving, drawing all the way back out and pressing in again, making him feel the stretch and slight burning pain, only there isn’t any burning just pressure and pleasure, repeating the movement for what seems like eternity. Until he can’t take anymore himself it seems and starts fucking him slowly, deeply, building a rhythm, finding a pace. And it’s so good being stretched, being filled, pressing down on the hard cock filling him, and he’s so close now, can feel his balls drawing tight, drawing up. Right in time there is a hand removing the cock ring. And he is there now and comes, shaking, sweating, gasping, moaning, his muscles working in waves prolonging the pleasure.
When he’s finally coming back to himself, his breathing slowing down, he feels them. Lips: softly pressing against his temple, his nose, his cheeks, his chin, lightly touching his mouth, loving. Hands: removing the blind fold, loving, calming, soothing, touching his body, bringing him down from the high.
And when he opens his eyes he knows..... Orlando.