Craig/Wil/Adam - Now You're Mine
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wolfanficsTitle: Now You’re Mine
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser/AusComedy RPS
Starring: Wil Anderson, girl!Craig Reucassel, Adam Hills
Pairings: Craig/Wil/Adam, Wil/Adam, Craig/Adam, Craig/Wil, implied Adam/Hamish and Craig/Hamish
Word Count: 1,175
Prompt: 0015 – Dominatrix for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
citrus_taste (table)
Warnings: bondage/BDSM themes
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.
Author’s Notes: ...Wil suggested it and Craig ran with it. Totes not my fault. XD
Summary: In some unnamed European country, Wil and Adam bow at the feet of their Mistress.
Now You’re Mine
The first thing Wil noticed was her boots. He swallowed and pushed the door open a little further. She sat on the bed with a satisfied grin on her face as a slave curled at her feet, licking her very nasty-looking boots. The slave wore only a collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs, though this slave was missing a right foot. She, however, was dressed in a very tight leather corset. It was all Wil noticed before his vocabulary failed him. Her blonde hair trailed down her shoulders. She gestured Wil inside with a quiet confidence that made Wil shiver.
“Nice of you to get here at last. Your boyfriend should buy you a watch so you’re not late again,” she said, indicating the slave at her feet.
“Sorry, Mistress. I got a little lost,” Wil said, closing the door behind him before he approached.
“Well, go on, get dressed. We haven’t got all day.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Wil did remember to bow before heading into the small change room attached to their rented playroom. He didn’t waste time, though he did remember he wasn’t supposed to leave his clothes in a pile on the floor and folded them neatly.
It had started as a joke, but once Craig had tried it once, he had fallen rather in love with it. And so they continued. And then Wil had asked for a Mistress, and Craig was more than happy to provide one. His gear was kept at Adam’s house for safe-keeping. That, and he didn’t want his kids discovering them and wondering what on earth they were for. His stash consisted of a serious collection of toys, whips and other gear, along with his outfits.
They didn’t meet up as much as they’d like. Their schedules were stupid to organise around. Still, it always felt somewhat special when he could fly down to Melbourne and go visit Adam. This time, however, they were not in Australia. Craig had been coaxed overseas to meet them, and their little playroom had been rented from a friend of a friend who worked in a brothel and was happy to lend them a private room at a discount.
They had agreed to meet at their rented room at 3pm. Craig had arrived with Adam, and they’d dressed once they were there. All that was left was for Wil to arrive. Adam contented himself with licking Craig’s boots, while Craig let Mistress take over.
Craig loved Mistress. She was a creature who was always on the edge of his consciousness. As Adam tightened the corset and secured it, Craig could feel her emerge. She always expressed disappointment at the lack of cleavage, but Craig did his best. It wasn’t like he could just go out and get a boob job and get away with it. She tcocked her head as she took in her reflection. Adam caressed her shoulders and pressed a soft kiss to her skin. Like a snake, she spun and grasped his wrist, bringing him into a hard kiss.
“You’ll get yourself in trouble if you keep that up,” she murmured.
“That’s what I hoped for, Mistress.”
Adam kissed her again. She grasped his arm, her nails digging into his skin. He didn’t make a sound.
Adam had not submitted easily, not to Mistress. Three nights together had been needed for Mistress to earn her place, and Adam had been shown the full force of her dominance. There was still a single scar along his back from the whipping he’d been given, though it was the only mark that had scarred.
Adam wasn’t sure what it was about Mistress that he loved. She was brutal and kind, though she did allow him and Wil to make out more often than perhaps another Mistress would. Kissing Wil while Mistress’ boot pressed him down had become a serious turn-on.
He wasn’t aware of Wil’s presence until he knelt in front of him at Mistress’ feet. Neither spoke, but they shared a kiss and continued worshipping her boots.
“Come on, children, Mistress needs some attention.”
Her voice broke their reverie, and they followed her as she lay back on the bed. They lay close, Mistress’ arms around them. Adam slipped a hand behind her back to release the corset, while Wil sucked on her collarbone.
Mistress loved watching them fuck. It was like having her own real life porn. She lay back on the bed as Wil pinned Adam down. Adam didn’t fight as much anymore, but it didn’t matter. Wil was being attentive and sweet, and Adam was pining for him with lust in his eyes.
She had tried this with other people before, but none compared to Adam and Wil. There was something about seeing those two in particular fucking on her bed like good little slaves that got her off. Still, there was a part of her wishing Adam had brought Hamish with him to entertain her. She did love Hamish. He was a sweet boy with an innocent mind and Mistress adored playing with him.
Her gaze traced the shape of Wil’s body as he moved. Adam was on his stomach, writhing with Wil’s movements. They had a beautiful rhythm, as if they were made for each other. She moved closer to them and ran her nails across Wil’s skin, watching the way his muscles flinched under her touch.
“You’d better come hard, boys. I wanna hear you both scream,” she said.
Wil groaned as she slapped his thigh and thrust harder. Adam gasped and steadied himself, making sure he didn’t fall off the bed. Wil’s hand was touching his cock again and the sensation was electric.
Adam always fell asleep first. Mistress was long gone, and all that was left was Wil and Adam and Adam’s hotel room. Wil lay awake, remembering the sensation of her touch. He tried not to, as it usually ended up with him wanking, and wanking next to Adam wasn’t exactly something he wanted to do.
Wil searched for a distraction and found nothing. Deciding he was better off away from Adam, he showered, dressed, and headed downstairs to the lobby. It would be a change of scenery at any rate, and perhaps he might take a walk through the streets while he tried to quiet his mind.
As the elevator doors opened and he stepped out onto the lobby, he wasn’t expecting to find her. Or him, more correctly. There were traces of Mistress on Craig’s face as she leant against the counter, chatting to the receptionist.
“Craig. What are you doing here? I thought you were heading back to your own place?” Wil said as he joined him.
“I know you. You never sleep after I’m done with you. Thought you might need some company. Shall we?” Craig said, offering his arm.
“Where are we going?”
“Fucked if I know.”
Wil smiled and arm in arm, they walked into the night. Craig was right. It didn’t matter where they went. Craig really was the best Mistress he’d ever had.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser/AusComedy RPS
Starring: Wil Anderson, girl!Craig Reucassel, Adam Hills
Pairings: Craig/Wil/Adam, Wil/Adam, Craig/Adam, Craig/Wil, implied Adam/Hamish and Craig/Hamish
Word Count: 1,175
Prompt: 0015 – Dominatrix for
citrus_taste (table)Warnings: bondage/BDSM themes
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.
Author’s Notes: ...Wil suggested it and Craig ran with it. Totes not my fault. XD
Summary: In some unnamed European country, Wil and Adam bow at the feet of their Mistress.
Now You’re Mine
The first thing Wil noticed was her boots. He swallowed and pushed the door open a little further. She sat on the bed with a satisfied grin on her face as a slave curled at her feet, licking her very nasty-looking boots. The slave wore only a collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs, though this slave was missing a right foot. She, however, was dressed in a very tight leather corset. It was all Wil noticed before his vocabulary failed him. Her blonde hair trailed down her shoulders. She gestured Wil inside with a quiet confidence that made Wil shiver.
“Nice of you to get here at last. Your boyfriend should buy you a watch so you’re not late again,” she said, indicating the slave at her feet.
“Sorry, Mistress. I got a little lost,” Wil said, closing the door behind him before he approached.
“Well, go on, get dressed. We haven’t got all day.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Wil did remember to bow before heading into the small change room attached to their rented playroom. He didn’t waste time, though he did remember he wasn’t supposed to leave his clothes in a pile on the floor and folded them neatly.
It had started as a joke, but once Craig had tried it once, he had fallen rather in love with it. And so they continued. And then Wil had asked for a Mistress, and Craig was more than happy to provide one. His gear was kept at Adam’s house for safe-keeping. That, and he didn’t want his kids discovering them and wondering what on earth they were for. His stash consisted of a serious collection of toys, whips and other gear, along with his outfits.
They didn’t meet up as much as they’d like. Their schedules were stupid to organise around. Still, it always felt somewhat special when he could fly down to Melbourne and go visit Adam. This time, however, they were not in Australia. Craig had been coaxed overseas to meet them, and their little playroom had been rented from a friend of a friend who worked in a brothel and was happy to lend them a private room at a discount.
They had agreed to meet at their rented room at 3pm. Craig had arrived with Adam, and they’d dressed once they were there. All that was left was for Wil to arrive. Adam contented himself with licking Craig’s boots, while Craig let Mistress take over.
Craig loved Mistress. She was a creature who was always on the edge of his consciousness. As Adam tightened the corset and secured it, Craig could feel her emerge. She always expressed disappointment at the lack of cleavage, but Craig did his best. It wasn’t like he could just go out and get a boob job and get away with it. She tcocked her head as she took in her reflection. Adam caressed her shoulders and pressed a soft kiss to her skin. Like a snake, she spun and grasped his wrist, bringing him into a hard kiss.
“You’ll get yourself in trouble if you keep that up,” she murmured.
“That’s what I hoped for, Mistress.”
Adam kissed her again. She grasped his arm, her nails digging into his skin. He didn’t make a sound.
Adam had not submitted easily, not to Mistress. Three nights together had been needed for Mistress to earn her place, and Adam had been shown the full force of her dominance. There was still a single scar along his back from the whipping he’d been given, though it was the only mark that had scarred.
Adam wasn’t sure what it was about Mistress that he loved. She was brutal and kind, though she did allow him and Wil to make out more often than perhaps another Mistress would. Kissing Wil while Mistress’ boot pressed him down had become a serious turn-on.
He wasn’t aware of Wil’s presence until he knelt in front of him at Mistress’ feet. Neither spoke, but they shared a kiss and continued worshipping her boots.
“Come on, children, Mistress needs some attention.”
Her voice broke their reverie, and they followed her as she lay back on the bed. They lay close, Mistress’ arms around them. Adam slipped a hand behind her back to release the corset, while Wil sucked on her collarbone.
Mistress loved watching them fuck. It was like having her own real life porn. She lay back on the bed as Wil pinned Adam down. Adam didn’t fight as much anymore, but it didn’t matter. Wil was being attentive and sweet, and Adam was pining for him with lust in his eyes.
She had tried this with other people before, but none compared to Adam and Wil. There was something about seeing those two in particular fucking on her bed like good little slaves that got her off. Still, there was a part of her wishing Adam had brought Hamish with him to entertain her. She did love Hamish. He was a sweet boy with an innocent mind and Mistress adored playing with him.
Her gaze traced the shape of Wil’s body as he moved. Adam was on his stomach, writhing with Wil’s movements. They had a beautiful rhythm, as if they were made for each other. She moved closer to them and ran her nails across Wil’s skin, watching the way his muscles flinched under her touch.
“You’d better come hard, boys. I wanna hear you both scream,” she said.
Wil groaned as she slapped his thigh and thrust harder. Adam gasped and steadied himself, making sure he didn’t fall off the bed. Wil’s hand was touching his cock again and the sensation was electric.
Adam always fell asleep first. Mistress was long gone, and all that was left was Wil and Adam and Adam’s hotel room. Wil lay awake, remembering the sensation of her touch. He tried not to, as it usually ended up with him wanking, and wanking next to Adam wasn’t exactly something he wanted to do.
Wil searched for a distraction and found nothing. Deciding he was better off away from Adam, he showered, dressed, and headed downstairs to the lobby. It would be a change of scenery at any rate, and perhaps he might take a walk through the streets while he tried to quiet his mind.
As the elevator doors opened and he stepped out onto the lobby, he wasn’t expecting to find her. Or him, more correctly. There were traces of Mistress on Craig’s face as she leant against the counter, chatting to the receptionist.
“Craig. What are you doing here? I thought you were heading back to your own place?” Wil said as he joined him.
“I know you. You never sleep after I’m done with you. Thought you might need some company. Shall we?” Craig said, offering his arm.
“Where are we going?”
“Fucked if I know.”
Wil smiled and arm in arm, they walked into the night. Craig was right. It didn’t matter where they went. Craig really was the best Mistress he’d ever had.