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Title: Touch of Kink I: The Meeting.
Author: 3lbsponge
Fandom: Original
Characters: Japser/Ely
Prompt: 17. Anal Plugs
Word Count: bit over 1,500
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These guys are all mind. It's original work. Don't steal.
Author's Notes: I am writing these in order. This is their first meeting, so beware it can get a bit wordy at first...
Table: Here.
The club was hot, so warm it had Ely sweating. Or was it his nerves? Ely didn't know, as he followed after the waiter, eyeing the boy's ass as they walked. Hey, it was better than accidentally making eye contact with someone that didn't want him to. It had nothing to do with it being entirely too long since he had any satisfying sexual contact, or the fact that the boy was wearing nothing save for a leather jock. Really.
The table was empty, which made Ely nervous. The man he was supposed to meet was not there. The club host, an older gentleman (every time Ely meets with the man, all he can think of is that word, gentleman) named Lucien, put together the meeting. Lucien told him that Jasper, the man Lucien set him up with, has been out of the country for a bit, and a close friend of Lucien's. Jasper is back and looking for a new boy to play with, and Ely has been looking for a master willing to take him on for the whole four months he had been a member of the club. No one had been able to fully satisfy his need, and Ely was questioning his membership, when Lucien told him about Jasper. To say the meeting was a last ditch attempt may be a bit of over dramatic, but it's almost how Ely is feeling, much to Lucien's chagrin. Lucien was a man that prided himself of satisfying all his clients, doms and subs a like. Ely hoped Lucien was right.
When he saw the master for the first time, Ely was pretty sure Lucien at least had his type pegged. Jasper was tall easily reaching six and a half feet tall, broad in the shoulders, but without the look of a body builder (Ely wasn't a fan of the overly muscled type). His dark immaculately tailored suit just begged Ely to crumple it in his fists, though he guessed that wouldn't be Jasper's idea of a good time. The blond man was just too well manicured enjoy the idea of his suit in a puddle on the floor. Somehow, Jasper had picked a grey shirt that somehow set off the pale grey color of his eyes. Or maybe those eyes were always piercing.
Ely stood to greet the master, to shake his hand -- at the moment, until something was agreed upon, they were on semi even footing. Jasper still had the ultimate power, but Ely didn't have to kneel next to his chair, or anything of that nature yet. He did feel inferior for his clothing choice, however. He was not nearly as dressed as Jasper. Ely had went for the leather look instead, soft, buttery brown leather pants and a tan long sleeve shirt. Not dressy, in any sense of the word, but he hoped he made up for it in sex appeal. Lucien had assured him that his smaller stature wouldn't put Jasper off (it would not be the first time a master was turned off). Even in the boots he was wearing now --which were also brown leather-- Ely was more than a foot smaller than the man who's hand he was shaking. Ely just happened to be small. Nothing he could do about it. The only good thing was his desire for guys taller than him gave him easy pickings.
After shaking his hand, Jasper gestured for him to sit. Ely did, unconsciously already following Jasper's directions. Interesting. Jasper seemed to think so too, judging by the look on his face. Ely cleared his throat and sipped at his water, suddenly very self conscious under Jasper's gaze.
"The Host," Ely started, knowing it was bad form for him to call Lucien by his given name. "Told me you just came back to the country. Were you gone long?" He asked, wanting end that uncomfortable silence. It was a bad habit of his.
Jasper nodded, not seeming too irritated by his need to fill the silence. "For about eight months." He answered, and seeing the question on Ely's face, added "I was living in London. My job transferred me there, but now I'm back."
Ely ducked his head for some reason that smirk on Jasper's face making him blush. "Oh. I've never been out of the state." He admitted, with an easy shrug.
"Shame. It's an interesting world out there." Jasper said, then looked up as the scantily clad waiter came over to take their orders. Jasper looked at him, seemed to be debating something, then looked back at the waiter. "The water is fine for now, boy."
There was a promise in those words. One that made Ely glad he ate earlier, because dinner did not seem to be part of Jasper's game plan for the night. The lack of liquor was a good sign too. Alcohol and they're type of fun did not mix well. Ely had scars to prove it.
"The way I see it," Jasper said, breaking Ely away from his thoughts. "Is we can chat for two hours and not know for sure if we meet each other's needs, or we can head up stairs and see for ourselves in the same amount of time."
For a moment, Ely wondered if it was slightly dangerous, just agreeing to play like that. In a different place, a different environment, he would have said no flat out. But this club screened the members, and he knew for a fact security watched the rooms. Lucien had talked to both him and Jasper about each other, and Lucien seemed to count Jasper among his personal friends. It was enough to have Ely leaning towards saying okay. The fact that Jasper was hot as fuck, and it had been a while since anyone took him anywhere where he wanted to go, had him nodding.
"You don't waist much time, do you, sir?" He asked, keeping away from using Jasper's given name for now, until he discovered what type of dom Jasper was.
Jasper smiled. "And from what I hear, you've gone through most of the club's masters in four months. Something tells me that you don't waist much time either."
Ely couldn't stop the blush that crept up over his cheeks. Yeah, maybe he didn't give many a second chance. "Fair enough, sir. Do you want me to use my words, or your choice?"
"Yours, boy. I wouldn't want you forgetting halfway through what I told you."
Oh. Most didn't push boundaries, get him anywhere near the point where he would say his safe words on the first night. There must be a severe lack of good play in London, if Jasper was so willing. Then again, there wasn't a shortage of doms here, and Ely was glad to go with Jasper for the night. "Toadstool and mushroom, sir. Toadstool as a warning, mushroom as a full out stop." He smiled a little, small bit of pride swelling his chest. "Though I haven't had to use the warning, let alone the safe word, yet."
"Don't challenge someone you've never played with, Ely." Came Jasper's response, and it was more caring that playful, which sent Ely's head into a spin. He didn't know how he felt about that.
Ely felt himself swallowing. "Understood, sir." He said softly.
Jasper smiled. "Good boy. Come on."
Without waiting to see, Jasper rose to his feet and Ely followed. He kept himself a step behind, eyes down for real now. Jasper may not be his master, but he deserved the respect, and it was helping him relax into the right frame of mind he knew he'd need. Jasper took the elevator to the third floor, the two of them standing in silence. Ely's only concession to his nervousness was to run a hand through his shaggy black hair, though he lied to himself and said it was to push it out of his eyes.
Once the elevator stopped, Jasper led him to room 303. Ely was never in that room, which intrigued him. Some of the rooms at the club could be rather lavish. Inside, Jasper whirled on him before Ely even had the door closed. He pressed a hard kiss to Ely's mouth. Ely was proud of himself for only letting out a soft gasp, rather than recoil in surprise.
Jasper pulled away without deepening the kiss. There was a wicked grin on his lips. Ely could almost taste that grin.
"Strip. Kneel with your hands clasped behind your back, legs spread. I want to see you."
"Yes, sir." Ely agreed, those short orders going straight to his cock. There was something about the tone of Jasper's voice that went straight to his dick.
The shirt came off first, then his boots. He was never good at putting on a little show as he striped, though he was careful to go slow. Plus, it was never easy to get pants as tight as his off quickly. He heard Jasper chuckle, as he folded his pants. He looked up sharply, not exactly used to be laughed at when he stood naked.
"I knew you didn't have underwear on. Eyes down, boy. I'll forgive you the once; that was rude of me. I assure you it was your lack of underwear that I laughed at."
Ely nodded, though he was sure the relief was plain on his face. He took a few steps forward to get away from the door, and sank gracefully down to his knees. He held the position as ordered, only moving when Jasper's foot came between his thighs to separate them a bit more, the started to circle him.
Jasper paused when he was behind him. Ely's muscles tensed, and he wasn't sure why, it was something in the sudden stop of Jasper's steps that made him nervous. "Raise your arms, boy."
Ely did as told, stretching his arms above his head, crossing the wrists. Jasper caught his right arm, and pulled it closer to him. Ely sighed. The med alert bracelet on his right wrist -- he didn't mean to forget about it. He blushed a little, guilty. "I'm epileptic, sir."
Jasper released his hand. Ely kept his arms raised still, since Jasper didn't tell him to lower them. "Don't sound ashamed, Ely. A medical condition is rarely someone's fault."
"It's not that, sir. I just...I feel like I should have told you." He said honestly.
"Don't worry. We didn't talk very much, and defiantly didn't get into medical conditions. Have you ever had a seizure during a scene?" Gently, Jasper slid his hands down Ely's arms, pressing them down to his side. When Jasper's fingers brushed over the scars on his left arm, and he hesitated a moment, but didn't ask. Ely was grateful.
He thought of lying, then stopped himself. They were trying each other, testing to see if they'd get along. Lying was not a good idea. "Once. I was in a cage. Hit my head on the bars." He ran a finger over his left eyebrow, the split the scar caused. He laughed a little. "The master was more upset then I was. I've had them since I was seven. Nine times out of ten, I can feel one coming on."
Jasper came to stand in front of him as he talked, looking down at him. He put a hand under Ely's chin and looked at the scar. "Is it safe to put you in bondage?" Jasper asked, releasing Ely's chin.
Ely couldn't hold back his smile. He liked his bondage, thank you. "Very. You're not supposed to really restrain an epileptic when they're seizing, but it's not the end of the world. Cuffs with quick releases are a little safer though, just in case. And I wouldn't do suspension or anything like that, but I'm not the type for the very hardcore anyway. I hope your not…" He paused, realizing he was probably talking too much. "Anyway, I'm on medication, and it works. Sometimes they have to play with the meds; I'll warn you if that happens." He made a face at himself, and ducked his head, realizing how forward that sounded.
"Good." It was Jasper's only response and Ely wasn't sure what that meant. Good that he could be tied up, or good that he'd warn him, in the future. The next question caught him off guard. "Is that your only scar from this type of play?"
Ely knew the question was about his arm, the other scars scattered over his body, none of which he wanted to talk about, if Jasper wanted him in any mood for a scene. "Yes, sir." His voice was tight, with the hint of warning in it, that this wasn't a good place to go at the moment.
Jasper seemed satisfied, and nodded. He moved behind Ely, and traced a line across his shoulder blades. "Tell me, is there anything you don't enjoy, when it comes to scening?"
"Face slapping." He said after a moment, honestly thinking about it. "I tend to lose it, if you do that…and belts. Good in a pinch, but I just don't like the place it puts me, mentally." And that was more than Ely meant to share, but Jasper was kind enough to ask.
Jasper was silent a moment, then ran a hand through Ely's hair. "Fair enough. Though I doubt we'll get that far tonight, boy. How about marks?"
"Nothing permanent. But if it's going to leave a bruise or welt for a few days, that's fine."
Jasper's hand tightened suddenly in his hair, and it went straight to Ely's reaction, which had be flagging a little as they talked and edged around sensitive subjects. Jasper tiled to his head back so far he had to bend his back to ease the strain on his neck. "Why do you say that but I get the feeling you'd let me slice your skin open with a knife anyway, boy?"
Ely licked his lips, his breath catching. It worried him that Jasper saw through him so easily. "I…probably, sir." He admitted finally.
Jasper shook his head. "Crawl to the bed and kneel next to it."
Ely got the hint that he was told to crawl just to make sure he wouldn't argue such a simple, yet embarrassing request. He did it, and he swayed his hips more than necessary. He didn't mind crawling, especially not in private. Who would see but the man he was wishing to please in the first pace. He knelt next to the bed, his back to the master, just waiting.
Jasper got something from a draw and came over. He turned Ely's face up to his again, and showed him what he had in his hands. Two sets of dice. He held one out to Ely, who took it. "Roll it, boy."
Ely did as told without bothering to question. It landed on three. Jasper, above him, smiled.
"Three," He said, more to himself than to Ely. "Roll them both, now." He said, handing Ely the other one.
Ely gathered up the already tossed die, and rolled them both across the carpet. Four and two.
"Oh, that will be hard." Jasper commented, and he was grinning. Ely could hear it in his voice.
"Dare I ask, sir?"
"Get up on the bed, on your back, for now." Jasper ordered, and Ely complied, without hesitation. Hell, he was eager.
Ely nodded and climbed onto the bed, laying in the center. Jasper looked down at him, running his hand down Ely's chest, pausing just at the start of his pubic hair. Ely moaned in response, arching slightly into Jasper's touch.
"The first dice, you rolled, is the amount of times you must come. Three. That's not impossible." Jasper started to stroke him. Ely moaned a little louder, responding eagerly to the hand around his cock. "The second time you rolled, that was to determine how much time you have. Four times two is eight. You have eight minutes."
Ely's eyes flew open (he hadn't realized he closed them). His shock must have been written all over his face, because Jasper laughed again, a low, throaty chuckle. His hand never stilled on Ely's erection.
"This is all to see how well eager you are to please me. Since I'm not totally evil, you can ask for any one toy to help you out. Think about it before you ask. I'm want to reward you, boy. But I won't if you fail."
He could lose himself in the deep voice talking to him, but he's too busy trying to figure out how the hell he's going to come three times in eight minutes to really relax into it. He thought about the offer, flipping through several items that might help, then picked one that he was sure would get him going. "A vibrating plug, sir." He said.
Jasper smiled, and left the bed to fetch one from the toy cabinet built into one of the walls. He came back with lube, and the plug. Ely was not surprised at all when he noticed that Jasper was hard in his pants, probably has hard as Ely was himself. He needed to see that, to focus on the fact that all this is for the master's pleasure.
"I won't take the time it takes for you to prepare yourself for it out of the eight minutes. I don't want you hurting yourself in your rush."
"Thank you, sir." Ely said, honestly grateful. Jasper handed him the lube and the toy. Ely coated his fingers, and thanked Jasper with the show he put on. Shamelessly, he pulled his knees up to his chest as he worked first one finger, then a second into his ass. He moaned as he worked them in and out, slowly. Satisfied the plug wouldn't hurt he coated that as well, and slipped it in with a soft moan.
"You are such a tease, boy." Jasper said, and dragged over a chair, so he was sitting at the foot of the bed. He looked at his watch. "Start."
Ely switched the plug on, rolling his hips and working the plug until it was buzzing right against his sweet spot. He let out a loud moan, and his right hand found his cock. He worked as quickly as possible, though Jasper's softly commanding voice calling out the minutes spent didn't make it very easy. His free hand tugged on his nipples.
Just after Jasper announced two minutes had gone by, he came for the first time. The plug was relentless in his ass, and part of him wanted to shut it off, to make the sensation stop for a moment, but he had a deadline. Fresh sweat broke out on his skin, and he looked to see Jasper palming his crotch through his dress pants. Ely hadn't noticed when the other man had took off his jacket.
He couldn't even start get hard again, until after Jasper called out the end of minute four. Two minute recovery time was not bad at all. He should be proud. But he didn't have time to think about that. His hand pumped furiously on his dick, left sliding down to twist the plug, work it against his now over sensitive prostate.
He didn't come for the second time until after minute seven was up. He knew then that it was hopeless, but his hand never stilled, not until Jasper sighed and stood. He crossed to the bed and stood over Ely. His hand stilled. His hand and stomach were sticky. Jasper reached between his legs and shut off the plug, without a comment, or taking the time to fondle the boy's exposed genitals. For a long time, he just looked down at him.
"Sorry, sir." Ely said finally, disturbed by the way his voice shook. His body was heavy, dazed after two orgasms. The disappointment coursing through him actually hurt.
"It was near impossible." Jasper comforted, running a hand through Ely's hair, brushing it off his forehead. Ely closed his eyes, allowed himself to accept the master's comfort. "Still, you must be punished for your failure."
Jasper's hand moved from Ely's hair to his over sensitive and now limp cock. Ely made a sound that was more a whimper than a moan, and almost embarrassing, if he hadn't just furiously jerked off (and failed) in front of the man. Jasper chuckled again, and kept stroking patiently, until Ely was hard again. The sound and feel of the adjustable cock ring snapping on him made Ely's eyes shoot open.
Jasper smiled down at him. "I'm taking a bath. You are not to come nor remove the ring."
"Yes, sir." Ely agreed, nodding his head.
"I take long soaks in the tub, boy, but if you come while I'm gone, I will beat your ass with a cane and walk you around downstairs with a leash attached to your dick. Got it?"
Oh fuck that was a hot picture. His trapped dick throbbed in response. "Understood, sir."
Jasper left the room with a smirk on his face. He wasn't gone for very long when Ely cried out suddenly, writhing on the bed. It took him a moment, but he finally realized the plug was turned on once more.
Through the bathroom door, Ely heard Jasper chuckle deeply yet again.
"That toy has a remote, pet."
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End.
Author: 3lbsponge
Fandom: Original
Characters: Japser/Ely
Prompt: 17. Anal Plugs
Word Count: bit over 1,500
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These guys are all mind. It's original work. Don't steal.
Author's Notes: I am writing these in order. This is their first meeting, so beware it can get a bit wordy at first...
Table: Here.
The club was hot, so warm it had Ely sweating. Or was it his nerves? Ely didn't know, as he followed after the waiter, eyeing the boy's ass as they walked. Hey, it was better than accidentally making eye contact with someone that didn't want him to. It had nothing to do with it being entirely too long since he had any satisfying sexual contact, or the fact that the boy was wearing nothing save for a leather jock. Really.
The table was empty, which made Ely nervous. The man he was supposed to meet was not there. The club host, an older gentleman (every time Ely meets with the man, all he can think of is that word, gentleman) named Lucien, put together the meeting. Lucien told him that Jasper, the man Lucien set him up with, has been out of the country for a bit, and a close friend of Lucien's. Jasper is back and looking for a new boy to play with, and Ely has been looking for a master willing to take him on for the whole four months he had been a member of the club. No one had been able to fully satisfy his need, and Ely was questioning his membership, when Lucien told him about Jasper. To say the meeting was a last ditch attempt may be a bit of over dramatic, but it's almost how Ely is feeling, much to Lucien's chagrin. Lucien was a man that prided himself of satisfying all his clients, doms and subs a like. Ely hoped Lucien was right.
When he saw the master for the first time, Ely was pretty sure Lucien at least had his type pegged. Jasper was tall easily reaching six and a half feet tall, broad in the shoulders, but without the look of a body builder (Ely wasn't a fan of the overly muscled type). His dark immaculately tailored suit just begged Ely to crumple it in his fists, though he guessed that wouldn't be Jasper's idea of a good time. The blond man was just too well manicured enjoy the idea of his suit in a puddle on the floor. Somehow, Jasper had picked a grey shirt that somehow set off the pale grey color of his eyes. Or maybe those eyes were always piercing.
Ely stood to greet the master, to shake his hand -- at the moment, until something was agreed upon, they were on semi even footing. Jasper still had the ultimate power, but Ely didn't have to kneel next to his chair, or anything of that nature yet. He did feel inferior for his clothing choice, however. He was not nearly as dressed as Jasper. Ely had went for the leather look instead, soft, buttery brown leather pants and a tan long sleeve shirt. Not dressy, in any sense of the word, but he hoped he made up for it in sex appeal. Lucien had assured him that his smaller stature wouldn't put Jasper off (it would not be the first time a master was turned off). Even in the boots he was wearing now --which were also brown leather-- Ely was more than a foot smaller than the man who's hand he was shaking. Ely just happened to be small. Nothing he could do about it. The only good thing was his desire for guys taller than him gave him easy pickings.
After shaking his hand, Jasper gestured for him to sit. Ely did, unconsciously already following Jasper's directions. Interesting. Jasper seemed to think so too, judging by the look on his face. Ely cleared his throat and sipped at his water, suddenly very self conscious under Jasper's gaze.
"The Host," Ely started, knowing it was bad form for him to call Lucien by his given name. "Told me you just came back to the country. Were you gone long?" He asked, wanting end that uncomfortable silence. It was a bad habit of his.
Jasper nodded, not seeming too irritated by his need to fill the silence. "For about eight months." He answered, and seeing the question on Ely's face, added "I was living in London. My job transferred me there, but now I'm back."
Ely ducked his head for some reason that smirk on Jasper's face making him blush. "Oh. I've never been out of the state." He admitted, with an easy shrug.
"Shame. It's an interesting world out there." Jasper said, then looked up as the scantily clad waiter came over to take their orders. Jasper looked at him, seemed to be debating something, then looked back at the waiter. "The water is fine for now, boy."
There was a promise in those words. One that made Ely glad he ate earlier, because dinner did not seem to be part of Jasper's game plan for the night. The lack of liquor was a good sign too. Alcohol and they're type of fun did not mix well. Ely had scars to prove it.
"The way I see it," Jasper said, breaking Ely away from his thoughts. "Is we can chat for two hours and not know for sure if we meet each other's needs, or we can head up stairs and see for ourselves in the same amount of time."
For a moment, Ely wondered if it was slightly dangerous, just agreeing to play like that. In a different place, a different environment, he would have said no flat out. But this club screened the members, and he knew for a fact security watched the rooms. Lucien had talked to both him and Jasper about each other, and Lucien seemed to count Jasper among his personal friends. It was enough to have Ely leaning towards saying okay. The fact that Jasper was hot as fuck, and it had been a while since anyone took him anywhere where he wanted to go, had him nodding.
"You don't waist much time, do you, sir?" He asked, keeping away from using Jasper's given name for now, until he discovered what type of dom Jasper was.
Jasper smiled. "And from what I hear, you've gone through most of the club's masters in four months. Something tells me that you don't waist much time either."
Ely couldn't stop the blush that crept up over his cheeks. Yeah, maybe he didn't give many a second chance. "Fair enough, sir. Do you want me to use my words, or your choice?"
"Yours, boy. I wouldn't want you forgetting halfway through what I told you."
Oh. Most didn't push boundaries, get him anywhere near the point where he would say his safe words on the first night. There must be a severe lack of good play in London, if Jasper was so willing. Then again, there wasn't a shortage of doms here, and Ely was glad to go with Jasper for the night. "Toadstool and mushroom, sir. Toadstool as a warning, mushroom as a full out stop." He smiled a little, small bit of pride swelling his chest. "Though I haven't had to use the warning, let alone the safe word, yet."
"Don't challenge someone you've never played with, Ely." Came Jasper's response, and it was more caring that playful, which sent Ely's head into a spin. He didn't know how he felt about that.
Ely felt himself swallowing. "Understood, sir." He said softly.
Jasper smiled. "Good boy. Come on."
Without waiting to see, Jasper rose to his feet and Ely followed. He kept himself a step behind, eyes down for real now. Jasper may not be his master, but he deserved the respect, and it was helping him relax into the right frame of mind he knew he'd need. Jasper took the elevator to the third floor, the two of them standing in silence. Ely's only concession to his nervousness was to run a hand through his shaggy black hair, though he lied to himself and said it was to push it out of his eyes.
Once the elevator stopped, Jasper led him to room 303. Ely was never in that room, which intrigued him. Some of the rooms at the club could be rather lavish. Inside, Jasper whirled on him before Ely even had the door closed. He pressed a hard kiss to Ely's mouth. Ely was proud of himself for only letting out a soft gasp, rather than recoil in surprise.
Jasper pulled away without deepening the kiss. There was a wicked grin on his lips. Ely could almost taste that grin.
"Strip. Kneel with your hands clasped behind your back, legs spread. I want to see you."
"Yes, sir." Ely agreed, those short orders going straight to his cock. There was something about the tone of Jasper's voice that went straight to his dick.
The shirt came off first, then his boots. He was never good at putting on a little show as he striped, though he was careful to go slow. Plus, it was never easy to get pants as tight as his off quickly. He heard Jasper chuckle, as he folded his pants. He looked up sharply, not exactly used to be laughed at when he stood naked.
"I knew you didn't have underwear on. Eyes down, boy. I'll forgive you the once; that was rude of me. I assure you it was your lack of underwear that I laughed at."
Ely nodded, though he was sure the relief was plain on his face. He took a few steps forward to get away from the door, and sank gracefully down to his knees. He held the position as ordered, only moving when Jasper's foot came between his thighs to separate them a bit more, the started to circle him.
Jasper paused when he was behind him. Ely's muscles tensed, and he wasn't sure why, it was something in the sudden stop of Jasper's steps that made him nervous. "Raise your arms, boy."
Ely did as told, stretching his arms above his head, crossing the wrists. Jasper caught his right arm, and pulled it closer to him. Ely sighed. The med alert bracelet on his right wrist -- he didn't mean to forget about it. He blushed a little, guilty. "I'm epileptic, sir."
Jasper released his hand. Ely kept his arms raised still, since Jasper didn't tell him to lower them. "Don't sound ashamed, Ely. A medical condition is rarely someone's fault."
"It's not that, sir. I just...I feel like I should have told you." He said honestly.
"Don't worry. We didn't talk very much, and defiantly didn't get into medical conditions. Have you ever had a seizure during a scene?" Gently, Jasper slid his hands down Ely's arms, pressing them down to his side. When Jasper's fingers brushed over the scars on his left arm, and he hesitated a moment, but didn't ask. Ely was grateful.
He thought of lying, then stopped himself. They were trying each other, testing to see if they'd get along. Lying was not a good idea. "Once. I was in a cage. Hit my head on the bars." He ran a finger over his left eyebrow, the split the scar caused. He laughed a little. "The master was more upset then I was. I've had them since I was seven. Nine times out of ten, I can feel one coming on."
Jasper came to stand in front of him as he talked, looking down at him. He put a hand under Ely's chin and looked at the scar. "Is it safe to put you in bondage?" Jasper asked, releasing Ely's chin.
Ely couldn't hold back his smile. He liked his bondage, thank you. "Very. You're not supposed to really restrain an epileptic when they're seizing, but it's not the end of the world. Cuffs with quick releases are a little safer though, just in case. And I wouldn't do suspension or anything like that, but I'm not the type for the very hardcore anyway. I hope your not…" He paused, realizing he was probably talking too much. "Anyway, I'm on medication, and it works. Sometimes they have to play with the meds; I'll warn you if that happens." He made a face at himself, and ducked his head, realizing how forward that sounded.
"Good." It was Jasper's only response and Ely wasn't sure what that meant. Good that he could be tied up, or good that he'd warn him, in the future. The next question caught him off guard. "Is that your only scar from this type of play?"
Ely knew the question was about his arm, the other scars scattered over his body, none of which he wanted to talk about, if Jasper wanted him in any mood for a scene. "Yes, sir." His voice was tight, with the hint of warning in it, that this wasn't a good place to go at the moment.
Jasper seemed satisfied, and nodded. He moved behind Ely, and traced a line across his shoulder blades. "Tell me, is there anything you don't enjoy, when it comes to scening?"
"Face slapping." He said after a moment, honestly thinking about it. "I tend to lose it, if you do that…and belts. Good in a pinch, but I just don't like the place it puts me, mentally." And that was more than Ely meant to share, but Jasper was kind enough to ask.
Jasper was silent a moment, then ran a hand through Ely's hair. "Fair enough. Though I doubt we'll get that far tonight, boy. How about marks?"
"Nothing permanent. But if it's going to leave a bruise or welt for a few days, that's fine."
Jasper's hand tightened suddenly in his hair, and it went straight to Ely's reaction, which had be flagging a little as they talked and edged around sensitive subjects. Jasper tiled to his head back so far he had to bend his back to ease the strain on his neck. "Why do you say that but I get the feeling you'd let me slice your skin open with a knife anyway, boy?"
Ely licked his lips, his breath catching. It worried him that Jasper saw through him so easily. "I…probably, sir." He admitted finally.
Jasper shook his head. "Crawl to the bed and kneel next to it."
Ely got the hint that he was told to crawl just to make sure he wouldn't argue such a simple, yet embarrassing request. He did it, and he swayed his hips more than necessary. He didn't mind crawling, especially not in private. Who would see but the man he was wishing to please in the first pace. He knelt next to the bed, his back to the master, just waiting.
Jasper got something from a draw and came over. He turned Ely's face up to his again, and showed him what he had in his hands. Two sets of dice. He held one out to Ely, who took it. "Roll it, boy."
Ely did as told without bothering to question. It landed on three. Jasper, above him, smiled.
"Three," He said, more to himself than to Ely. "Roll them both, now." He said, handing Ely the other one.
Ely gathered up the already tossed die, and rolled them both across the carpet. Four and two.
"Oh, that will be hard." Jasper commented, and he was grinning. Ely could hear it in his voice.
"Dare I ask, sir?"
"Get up on the bed, on your back, for now." Jasper ordered, and Ely complied, without hesitation. Hell, he was eager.
Ely nodded and climbed onto the bed, laying in the center. Jasper looked down at him, running his hand down Ely's chest, pausing just at the start of his pubic hair. Ely moaned in response, arching slightly into Jasper's touch.
"The first dice, you rolled, is the amount of times you must come. Three. That's not impossible." Jasper started to stroke him. Ely moaned a little louder, responding eagerly to the hand around his cock. "The second time you rolled, that was to determine how much time you have. Four times two is eight. You have eight minutes."
Ely's eyes flew open (he hadn't realized he closed them). His shock must have been written all over his face, because Jasper laughed again, a low, throaty chuckle. His hand never stilled on Ely's erection.
"This is all to see how well eager you are to please me. Since I'm not totally evil, you can ask for any one toy to help you out. Think about it before you ask. I'm want to reward you, boy. But I won't if you fail."
He could lose himself in the deep voice talking to him, but he's too busy trying to figure out how the hell he's going to come three times in eight minutes to really relax into it. He thought about the offer, flipping through several items that might help, then picked one that he was sure would get him going. "A vibrating plug, sir." He said.
Jasper smiled, and left the bed to fetch one from the toy cabinet built into one of the walls. He came back with lube, and the plug. Ely was not surprised at all when he noticed that Jasper was hard in his pants, probably has hard as Ely was himself. He needed to see that, to focus on the fact that all this is for the master's pleasure.
"I won't take the time it takes for you to prepare yourself for it out of the eight minutes. I don't want you hurting yourself in your rush."
"Thank you, sir." Ely said, honestly grateful. Jasper handed him the lube and the toy. Ely coated his fingers, and thanked Jasper with the show he put on. Shamelessly, he pulled his knees up to his chest as he worked first one finger, then a second into his ass. He moaned as he worked them in and out, slowly. Satisfied the plug wouldn't hurt he coated that as well, and slipped it in with a soft moan.
"You are such a tease, boy." Jasper said, and dragged over a chair, so he was sitting at the foot of the bed. He looked at his watch. "Start."
Ely switched the plug on, rolling his hips and working the plug until it was buzzing right against his sweet spot. He let out a loud moan, and his right hand found his cock. He worked as quickly as possible, though Jasper's softly commanding voice calling out the minutes spent didn't make it very easy. His free hand tugged on his nipples.
Just after Jasper announced two minutes had gone by, he came for the first time. The plug was relentless in his ass, and part of him wanted to shut it off, to make the sensation stop for a moment, but he had a deadline. Fresh sweat broke out on his skin, and he looked to see Jasper palming his crotch through his dress pants. Ely hadn't noticed when the other man had took off his jacket.
He couldn't even start get hard again, until after Jasper called out the end of minute four. Two minute recovery time was not bad at all. He should be proud. But he didn't have time to think about that. His hand pumped furiously on his dick, left sliding down to twist the plug, work it against his now over sensitive prostate.
He didn't come for the second time until after minute seven was up. He knew then that it was hopeless, but his hand never stilled, not until Jasper sighed and stood. He crossed to the bed and stood over Ely. His hand stilled. His hand and stomach were sticky. Jasper reached between his legs and shut off the plug, without a comment, or taking the time to fondle the boy's exposed genitals. For a long time, he just looked down at him.
"Sorry, sir." Ely said finally, disturbed by the way his voice shook. His body was heavy, dazed after two orgasms. The disappointment coursing through him actually hurt.
"It was near impossible." Jasper comforted, running a hand through Ely's hair, brushing it off his forehead. Ely closed his eyes, allowed himself to accept the master's comfort. "Still, you must be punished for your failure."
Jasper's hand moved from Ely's hair to his over sensitive and now limp cock. Ely made a sound that was more a whimper than a moan, and almost embarrassing, if he hadn't just furiously jerked off (and failed) in front of the man. Jasper chuckled again, and kept stroking patiently, until Ely was hard again. The sound and feel of the adjustable cock ring snapping on him made Ely's eyes shoot open.
Jasper smiled down at him. "I'm taking a bath. You are not to come nor remove the ring."
"Yes, sir." Ely agreed, nodding his head.
"I take long soaks in the tub, boy, but if you come while I'm gone, I will beat your ass with a cane and walk you around downstairs with a leash attached to your dick. Got it?"
Oh fuck that was a hot picture. His trapped dick throbbed in response. "Understood, sir."
Jasper left the room with a smirk on his face. He wasn't gone for very long when Ely cried out suddenly, writhing on the bed. It took him a moment, but he finally realized the plug was turned on once more.
Through the bathroom door, Ely heard Jasper chuckle deeply yet again.
"That toy has a remote, pet."
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End.