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wolfanfics) wrote2006-06-25 10:46 pm
wolfanfics) wrote2006-06-25 10:46 pm
AusComedy/The Chaser - Charlie 1/3 - Domination (Adam's POV)
Title: Submission/Domination/Suppression
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusComedy
Characters: Adam Hills/Charles Firth/Hamish Blake
Prompt: #2 Cross-Dressing
Word Count: 3,896
Warnings: rope bondage, feminisation, swearing, whipping, sex. I think that’s it.
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Table: http://wolfanfics.livejournal.com/10809.html
Progress: 3.2/50
Author's Notes/Summary: Adam's POV.
Adam’s POV: Domination
I’m sitting at the bar of some bondage club I’ve been to only once before. This is where I’ll pick up my prize. I’d won a bet a week ago at a poker match. What had I won? A willing slave for the night. Someone I can do whatever I want to without them complaining. When you’re as drunk as we were, you’d agree to anything. I was just glad I’d won the game. I’m not sure I’d have liked being a slave to any of them, sadistic bastards.
I’m halfway through a second beer when I see my slave entering the club. Oh, my, he’s dressed as a cute little angel, wings and all. How adorable! I hadn’t expected this. I watch him walk up to me, looking sullen and miserable. Well, he is wearing a rather tiny skirt, a tight black top, angel wings and a studded collar. He isn’t wearing any shoes either. He stops beside me, keeping his eyes firmly staring at the floor.
“You’re looking rather lovely tonight, Charles,” I say, trying not to laugh at his ridiculous get up.
“So, I’m going with you tonight then?” he says in reply.
“So it would seem. Is there anything you won’t do before we get back to my place?” I say, at least willing to consider not doing anything he’s uncomfortable with. I do the same with Hamish. I know his limits, what he likes and dislikes. Makes it better for both of us.
“M-Master has said I will submit to anything you wish to do to me. I mean, you can’t be any worse than Him. You don’t look experienced enough,” he says.
I’m slightly concerned with the fear I hear in his voice, but something inside me thrills at the thought of having a willing slave to play with. I can do anything I like to him. No limits. I’ve always wondered how far I could go, how much pain I could give to another. Hamish never lets me try with him. He has no pain tolerance, except for biting. And I love and respect him too much to hurt him. But this is something exciting, something different. I might even be tempted to get that whip out I have at home…
“I might not be experienced, but I’ve always wanted to know how far I could go, and you look like just the slave I’ve been looking for to test myself on. Now, come on, back to my place,” I say, getting to my feet, a hand grasping the leash attached to his collar.
He follows me out of the club as I drive him home. He never says a word. When we get to my flat, I pull him inside, telling him to wait in my bedroom for me. I want to call Hamish and get him home. He might enjoy being here for this too.
“Adam?” he says.
“Hamish, come home, I want you.”
“Yes, sir,” he answers quietly and hangs up.
It’s a quick call, but it’s all I need to say. He knows what I mean, even if I never make it sound like an order. I do get a small thrill from hearing his quietly excited reply. I prefer him to address me as sir. Master sounds so… tyrannical. Sir has respect. I go back into the bedroom and find Hamish’s collar. It’s sitting in the bedside table in one of the drawers. He only wears it when we’re playing, otherwise, that’s where it lives. I will admit to seeing him wearing it to bed on a couple of occasions. He’s quite fond of it, even if he’ll never admit it. I place the collar on the kitchen bench where he’ll see it as he comes home.
I retreat into the bedroom. I notice Charles kneeling beside the bed, still looking miserable. I leave him where he is, managing to have a shower and get half-dressed by the time I hear Hamish come home. I’m feeling in a leather mood, pulling on the pants I’d bought a while back but have never been game enough to wear. I walk out to find him putting his collar on. I see him look straight at me as I step into view. I can tell he likes it, can tell by the way he’s looking at me.
“Like what you see?”
“Where did you get that?” he says.
I allow myself a small grin before speaking. Time to take control. “That’s none of your concern. In here. Now.”
I’m always surprised at how not demanding I sound when I’m ordering him about. I walk back into my room, standing by the window, staring out at the city. Suddenly, I’m not sure how well he’ll take this, me bringing some random slave home to play with, especially with what I have in mind to do with him. Hamish isn’t used to the sort of violence Charles wants. I hear him enter and kneel on the floor. I wait a minute, gathering my thoughts before I speak.
“Where have you been, Hamish?”
“Just having a drink with some mates. Is that a problem?” he says.
“You should know when I need you. And I need you now,” I say. “You and this little bitch I found at the pub.”
OK, so it’s a slight lie, but he’ll never notice. I turn to look at him now. I see him looking at me, and I wonder what he’s thinking.
“Sir? It’s not like You to bring another home. Am I not pleasing to You?” he says, remembering to keep his language in check. I’m pleased to see him remembering to speak to me properly. He has strict rules on how he’s to speak when around me. He does look rather hurt, now that I see him. He’s not jealous of Charles, is he?
“Oh, I still love you, darling, this one was just begging for it. I’ll kick her out once I’m done with her,” I say.
“I apologise, sir, I did not realise-”
“It’s ok, love. You’ll just have to make up for it now, won’t you?” I say with a sly grin.
“How may I make up for such an indiscretion, sir?” he says.
“I’m going to tie you up first. Then you can watch me fuck that little bitch. You’re not getting fucked yet. You haven’t earned it,” I say.
“Yes, sir,” he says.
I grab the rope from the wardrobe, binding his hands tightly together before putting him in a nice rope harness once he’s stripped naked. I love making the harnesses look pretty as well as making them functional. Once I finish with the harness, I lay him on the bed, sitting him up against the bed head, using the extra rope to secure him in place.
I watch him sitting there, looking rather content, before I turn my attention to Charles. I grab him by his wings, pulling him to his feet. I watch him standing there, staring at the ground, devoid of any sort of resistance. I walk around him, studying him in great detail. I’m intrigued at how this man has become this, standing here dressed like a pathetic angel, his will obviously broken. How many years does it take to break a man like this? Suddenly, this is all very interesting. I want my own slave to mould. I want to try this out, to see how long it takes to turn a man into this. If the sensible part of my mind is protesting at these sudden urges, I’m not aware of them. I come to a stop in front of him, glaring at him.
“What’s your name, bitch?” I say, surprised at the natural anger in my voice.
“Master calls me Charlie, sir,” Charles says. His voice is so small I almost don’t hear him. It’s a very strange voice, sort of high and feminine, but obviously a man trying to imitate a female’s voice. How long has it taken to master that?
“Charlie, what a quaint name. Speak up when you answer me,” I say, raising my voice.
“Yes, sir,” Charles responds, his voice more audible than before. I can detect a hint of fear in his voice. Is he scared of me?
“Good girl. So, is there anything you won’t do before we start?” I say, sounding slightly less harsh than before. I want to know what he likes, what gets him off. Surely, no man would submit to this unless he enjoys it, right? I’m not cold-hearted enough to use him merely for my own pleasure, am I?
“Master has made me do many things I haven’t wanted to do, sir. But, I know it’s my place to have such things done to me. And Master looks after me,” Charles says.
“If Master’s so good to you, what were you doing out alone and unescorted?” I say.
“I don’t know, sir. Master told me to go to there to wait for someone. I was to be lent out tonight, sir. Are you the one Master wished to lend me to, sir?” Charles says. He sounds like he’s about to cry.
“Of course, I know your Master well. I just don’t like disobedient, cheeky slaves. Stop your crying. I won’t have you crying on me. Anything you particularly want me to do? Your Master wanted me to let you decide tonight’s proceedings,” I say.
“I wish… I wish for pain and humiliation, sir. I am ashamed of these desires; Master tries to beat them out of me. How do you wish to hurt me, sir?” Charles says.
With every word, I’m even more intrigued at how he’s come to be like this. There’s no resistance, no will, nothing. He’s been reduced to an empty shell, completely unable to think for himself. What does it take to make a man like this? My desire to explore this further just increases. I have no idea how I’ll deal with this, because I certainly wouldn’t do this to Hamish, but I’m not sure I can just not act on it, either. How would Hamish like that, if I go and find myself a slave to beat into submission? I’m not sure he’ll understand. I’m not sure he’ll like that at all. But, we’ll deal with that later. Time to pay attention to the man standing before me, if you can call him a man.
I make Charles kneel again, taking the wings off so I can whip him properly, and I walk over to the wardrobe and pull out a whip. I’d never used it at all, though I think Hamish did know I had it. It’s one of those things I felt the urge to buy without really knowing why. It was a proper horsewhip too, strong, sturdy, made to last. Made to hurt. I watch Charles curl into himself, seemingly bracing himself for the pain. It’s rather endearing, seeing him just waiting for me to start hurting him. I give the whip a few test strokes, just to see if I still know how to use it. I’d been taught how to whip someone properly a long time ago, and not having anyone to practice on, I want to make sure I know how to do it right.
When I whip Charles for the first time, he makes this small cry of pain, a cry that has the slightest hint of longing in it as well, as if he’s been waiting a long time for this. It only serves to make me keep hitting him, bringing the whip down onto his back hard, wanting to hear him make that little noise again. Adrenalin courses through my veins, I think I’m enjoying this way too much. I stop when I notice that Hamish isn’t looking at me. He looks like he’s trying not to look at me. I glance down at Charles’ back, seeing the red welts covering it. Wow. I’d been pretty hard on him. I hope he’s alright. I look back at Hamish, angry that he’s not obeying me.
“I told you to watch, bitch,” I say.
“I-I don’t like seeing you like this, sir. Please, don’t hurt me, sir. You know I don’t like that sort of thing,” Hamish says, and I’m shocked to hear how scared he sounds.
I walk over to the bed, climbing on it towards him, straddling his legs as I stare straight into him. I’m not liking his defiance, or his fear, both because he’s disobeying me, and because I don’t mean to scare him.
“Scared, are you? I told you to watch. Don’t make me punish you,” I say, and I see him shy away from me as I raise a hand as if to hit him. It’s more a reaction than any indication I’ll hurt him. I’m still angry that he’s not obeying me. I wouldn’t really hit him, would I?
“Adam, please, you’re scaring me. This is too much for me,” he says, shying away from my angry gaze.
Maybe it’s the fear in his voice, but something cuts through the anger. Now my conscience decides to kick in. I begin to panic. What’s wrong with me? I threatened to hurt him. I’d never hurt him. I rest a hand on his cheek, lifting his head up, trying to reassure him that I don’t want to scare him at all. I make our eyes meet.
“Don’t do this to me, Adam. You know this is more than I can cope with,” he says. “I don’t like seeing you like this. You’re scaring me, Adam.”
I lean towards him, nuzzling in his neck, my hands grasping his shoulders. I nibble on his ear, my tongue flicking out to lick his skin. I’m trying my best to reassure him, to settle him. I notice how jittery he is, how he doesn’t seem to like being in my arms at first, but my touch obviously calms him down after a while. Right now, all I want to do is make sure he’s ok. He’s the most important thing right now. I obviously lost control and I have to fix this.
“Shh, it’s ok, Hamish. I won’t hurt you. I didn’t mean to scare you,” I whisper, bringing my arms around him into a hug. He leans his head against me, and I stroke a hand through his hair, gently kissing his skin. “Do you want to sit this out?” I say, quite willing to let him go while I finish with Charles.
“I don’t like you bringing Charlie into this. This changes things. I’m not him, I’m not your slave. I don’t like seeing you being so cruel, Adam. Remember when I first asked you about this? I made you promise not to be cruel. I can’t stand seeing you like this. This isn’t you, Adam. Can’t you see how wrong this is?” he says.
“I promised her master I’d discipline her,” I say. “And this is a part of me. I’ve been waiting so long for this. I suppress it for you because I know you don’t like it. But, don’t try and write this off as not me, because it sure as hell is. I don’t want to scare you, Hamish.”
“Well, you’re doing a great job of it, Adam. I’m scared. I don’t like seeing this side of you. I didn’t know you had this in you at all. Why didn’t you tell me?” he says.
“Because… Because I knew you’d hate me. It’d scare you, and I didn’t want to lose you,” I say.
A part of me is angry that he’s not accepting this side of me, yet at the same time, I’m terrified I’ve scared him enough to make him leave me. I don’t want him to go. Is this one big mistake? How could I have done this now? Stupid Charles, poker, drinking, and shit. This is fucked. I lost control. I fucked up big time. How the hell did I think this would just be ok with him?
“Is there anything else you haven’t told me?” he says, and I can tell he almost wants to cry.
“No, that’s all. Sorry I kept it from you,” I say. “Are you alright?” I hope to God he can forgive me for this.
“No, I’m not alright. I didn’t know you could be like that. Is that what you really want from me, Adam? Because if it is, I can’t give it to you,” he says.
“I know. I know you don’t like it. That’s why I hid it. Do you want me to stop? I can kick her out now if you’re really that uncomfortable with it,” I say.
“Just fuck her and get her out of here. Then I can have you all to myself. I think this is something we need to discuss properly, not now when some random sub is waiting for you to discipline her,” he says. “I think she wants you, Adam. Better not disappoint her, aye?”
I turn to glance back at Charles before turning back to Hamish. He does look so very needy. “Alright, just for you, pet. Won’t be long,” I say. I grab his face and kiss him, reassuring him that I’m still the man he loves, the man who loves him so badly I’m afraid of hurting him in even the smallest way.
I pull back, keeping my gaze on Hamish as I slide off the bed. I put the whip away, pulling Charles to his knees. All that whipping and being so close to Hamish has left me wanting, so I sit on the couch, pulling Charles between my legs, holding his head firmly as I make him suck me off. But, once isn’t enough. There’s this driving urge to fuck him, and fuck him hard. He resists me a little as I pull him over to the bed, but this doesn’t last. I’m soon thrusting into him, pinning him onto the bed hard, watching all my self-control fade away as I simply use him for my own pleasure. God, I feel so dirty, but, fuck it if this isn’t one of the most enjoyable things in the world. I can hurt him as badly as I want and he won’t complain. My conscience has obviously fucked off again. I’d never do this to Hamish, but I’m so turned on I don’t care.
Eventually, I tire of him, my lust finally sated. I pull out of him, pushing him off the bed while I pull some clothes on. I drag him out of the room, wanting him to leave. He looks so scared now, tripping and falling, cowering at my feet. I throw the wings at him, kneeling in front of him.
“Did you enjoy that, Charles?” I say.
“Yes, sir,” he whispers.
“Get the fuck out of here. Tell your Master I’ll call him soon,” I say, pulling him to his feet.
“Yes, sir,” he says again, pulling the wings on.
I open the front door, ushering him out. I watch him go before closing the door and heading back in to Hamish. I lean against the doorframe, smiling at him. I can tell by his eyes that he’s happier to have me all to himself now, and that any conversation about tonight can wait for later.
“You all mine now?” he says, looking up hopefully. “No more random subs to punish?”
“Nope, you’re all mine. I think I owe you a fuck or three for making you put up with that,” I say as I climb back on the bed again, crawling up to him.
“At least three. And I get to tie you up as punishment,” he says, grinning at me.
“Fair enough. Sorry that you had to see me like that. I’ve always tried to hide that side from you. Even I scare myself when I get that angry sometimes,” I say.
“It’s alright. Just give me warning first, ok? I never thought I’d be scared of you, but you managed that tonight, and that’s what concerns me. I shouldn’t be scared of you,” he says.
I hug him tight again, hoping I’ve convinced him I’m sorry for scaring him. “I know, love. I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do that again,” I say.
“You’d better not, or I might just leave you,” he says jokingly.
“You wouldn’t. Who else would bite you as hard as I do?” I say, teasing him right back.
“Well, you’ve kept me waiting long enough. Get on with it. I want some nice bite marks at the end of this,” he says.
“Anything you wish, sir,” I purr, straddling his hips as I kiss him, a hand straying to his cock. We’re equals again.
I lean in and bite his shoulder hard, rocking against him. He growls as I bite him, and it’s a sound that sends shivers down my spine. He’s panting, and I’m sure if his arms were free, he’d be gripping onto me, his fingers digging into my shoulders. Sucking on the bitten skin elicits another groan and a string of expletives. I leave the bite mark, kissing the bare skin around his nipples, pressing him against him. I work my way down his body, kissing the skin around the rope harness. I finally get to his legs, and I can’t help but land a bite there on his inner thigh. I hear him squeal as I bite him, I know he loves being bitten down here, and I take great pleasure out of his reaction. I reluctantly stop biting him and turn my attention to his much-neglected cock, licking and sucking it, deep-throating him a few times, my hands gripping his thighs tightly.
His speech has become incoherent now, just strings of sound mixed with expletive-sounding utterances. It’s such a turn-on, and my pants are beginning to feel rather tight again. It’s a struggle to suck him off and get rid of my pants at the same time, but I manage it somehow, reluctantly detaching myself to get rid of them and my foot before attacking him again, a hand clutched around my own cock, keeping rhythm with my sucking.
I stop when I can feel he’s just about to cum, and I ignore his desperate protests as I get ready to fuck him. I have to untie him from the bed, though I simply lie him on his back and secure him again. He’s as good as begging for it now, and the sound he makes when I lower myself onto him has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. He never fails to amaze me.
The sex goes on for ages. I owe it to him to give him more than a quick fuck. We’re both exhausted when we finally stop. I untie him, giving his body a good massage to relax him. Afterwards, he crawls into my waiting arms, cuddling up to me. His head rests against my chest, his arms around me, and it’s the most amazing feeling having him there.
“Love you, Adam,” he whispers.
“Love you too, Hamish. Sweet dreams, love,” I say as I stroke his hair gently. I can tell he’s drifting off to sleep. I lie there for a while before sleep overcomes me as well.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusComedy
Characters: Adam Hills/Charles Firth/Hamish Blake
Prompt: #2 Cross-Dressing
Word Count: 3,896
Warnings: rope bondage, feminisation, swearing, whipping, sex. I think that’s it.
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Table: http://wolfanfics.livejournal.com/10809.html
Progress: 3.2/50
Author's Notes/Summary: Adam's POV.
Adam’s POV: Domination
I’m sitting at the bar of some bondage club I’ve been to only once before. This is where I’ll pick up my prize. I’d won a bet a week ago at a poker match. What had I won? A willing slave for the night. Someone I can do whatever I want to without them complaining. When you’re as drunk as we were, you’d agree to anything. I was just glad I’d won the game. I’m not sure I’d have liked being a slave to any of them, sadistic bastards.
I’m halfway through a second beer when I see my slave entering the club. Oh, my, he’s dressed as a cute little angel, wings and all. How adorable! I hadn’t expected this. I watch him walk up to me, looking sullen and miserable. Well, he is wearing a rather tiny skirt, a tight black top, angel wings and a studded collar. He isn’t wearing any shoes either. He stops beside me, keeping his eyes firmly staring at the floor.
“You’re looking rather lovely tonight, Charles,” I say, trying not to laugh at his ridiculous get up.
“So, I’m going with you tonight then?” he says in reply.
“So it would seem. Is there anything you won’t do before we get back to my place?” I say, at least willing to consider not doing anything he’s uncomfortable with. I do the same with Hamish. I know his limits, what he likes and dislikes. Makes it better for both of us.
“M-Master has said I will submit to anything you wish to do to me. I mean, you can’t be any worse than Him. You don’t look experienced enough,” he says.
I’m slightly concerned with the fear I hear in his voice, but something inside me thrills at the thought of having a willing slave to play with. I can do anything I like to him. No limits. I’ve always wondered how far I could go, how much pain I could give to another. Hamish never lets me try with him. He has no pain tolerance, except for biting. And I love and respect him too much to hurt him. But this is something exciting, something different. I might even be tempted to get that whip out I have at home…
“I might not be experienced, but I’ve always wanted to know how far I could go, and you look like just the slave I’ve been looking for to test myself on. Now, come on, back to my place,” I say, getting to my feet, a hand grasping the leash attached to his collar.
He follows me out of the club as I drive him home. He never says a word. When we get to my flat, I pull him inside, telling him to wait in my bedroom for me. I want to call Hamish and get him home. He might enjoy being here for this too.
“Adam?” he says.
“Hamish, come home, I want you.”
“Yes, sir,” he answers quietly and hangs up.
It’s a quick call, but it’s all I need to say. He knows what I mean, even if I never make it sound like an order. I do get a small thrill from hearing his quietly excited reply. I prefer him to address me as sir. Master sounds so… tyrannical. Sir has respect. I go back into the bedroom and find Hamish’s collar. It’s sitting in the bedside table in one of the drawers. He only wears it when we’re playing, otherwise, that’s where it lives. I will admit to seeing him wearing it to bed on a couple of occasions. He’s quite fond of it, even if he’ll never admit it. I place the collar on the kitchen bench where he’ll see it as he comes home.
I retreat into the bedroom. I notice Charles kneeling beside the bed, still looking miserable. I leave him where he is, managing to have a shower and get half-dressed by the time I hear Hamish come home. I’m feeling in a leather mood, pulling on the pants I’d bought a while back but have never been game enough to wear. I walk out to find him putting his collar on. I see him look straight at me as I step into view. I can tell he likes it, can tell by the way he’s looking at me.
“Like what you see?”
“Where did you get that?” he says.
I allow myself a small grin before speaking. Time to take control. “That’s none of your concern. In here. Now.”
I’m always surprised at how not demanding I sound when I’m ordering him about. I walk back into my room, standing by the window, staring out at the city. Suddenly, I’m not sure how well he’ll take this, me bringing some random slave home to play with, especially with what I have in mind to do with him. Hamish isn’t used to the sort of violence Charles wants. I hear him enter and kneel on the floor. I wait a minute, gathering my thoughts before I speak.
“Where have you been, Hamish?”
“Just having a drink with some mates. Is that a problem?” he says.
“You should know when I need you. And I need you now,” I say. “You and this little bitch I found at the pub.”
OK, so it’s a slight lie, but he’ll never notice. I turn to look at him now. I see him looking at me, and I wonder what he’s thinking.
“Sir? It’s not like You to bring another home. Am I not pleasing to You?” he says, remembering to keep his language in check. I’m pleased to see him remembering to speak to me properly. He has strict rules on how he’s to speak when around me. He does look rather hurt, now that I see him. He’s not jealous of Charles, is he?
“Oh, I still love you, darling, this one was just begging for it. I’ll kick her out once I’m done with her,” I say.
“I apologise, sir, I did not realise-”
“It’s ok, love. You’ll just have to make up for it now, won’t you?” I say with a sly grin.
“How may I make up for such an indiscretion, sir?” he says.
“I’m going to tie you up first. Then you can watch me fuck that little bitch. You’re not getting fucked yet. You haven’t earned it,” I say.
“Yes, sir,” he says.
I grab the rope from the wardrobe, binding his hands tightly together before putting him in a nice rope harness once he’s stripped naked. I love making the harnesses look pretty as well as making them functional. Once I finish with the harness, I lay him on the bed, sitting him up against the bed head, using the extra rope to secure him in place.
I watch him sitting there, looking rather content, before I turn my attention to Charles. I grab him by his wings, pulling him to his feet. I watch him standing there, staring at the ground, devoid of any sort of resistance. I walk around him, studying him in great detail. I’m intrigued at how this man has become this, standing here dressed like a pathetic angel, his will obviously broken. How many years does it take to break a man like this? Suddenly, this is all very interesting. I want my own slave to mould. I want to try this out, to see how long it takes to turn a man into this. If the sensible part of my mind is protesting at these sudden urges, I’m not aware of them. I come to a stop in front of him, glaring at him.
“What’s your name, bitch?” I say, surprised at the natural anger in my voice.
“Master calls me Charlie, sir,” Charles says. His voice is so small I almost don’t hear him. It’s a very strange voice, sort of high and feminine, but obviously a man trying to imitate a female’s voice. How long has it taken to master that?
“Charlie, what a quaint name. Speak up when you answer me,” I say, raising my voice.
“Yes, sir,” Charles responds, his voice more audible than before. I can detect a hint of fear in his voice. Is he scared of me?
“Good girl. So, is there anything you won’t do before we start?” I say, sounding slightly less harsh than before. I want to know what he likes, what gets him off. Surely, no man would submit to this unless he enjoys it, right? I’m not cold-hearted enough to use him merely for my own pleasure, am I?
“Master has made me do many things I haven’t wanted to do, sir. But, I know it’s my place to have such things done to me. And Master looks after me,” Charles says.
“If Master’s so good to you, what were you doing out alone and unescorted?” I say.
“I don’t know, sir. Master told me to go to there to wait for someone. I was to be lent out tonight, sir. Are you the one Master wished to lend me to, sir?” Charles says. He sounds like he’s about to cry.
“Of course, I know your Master well. I just don’t like disobedient, cheeky slaves. Stop your crying. I won’t have you crying on me. Anything you particularly want me to do? Your Master wanted me to let you decide tonight’s proceedings,” I say.
“I wish… I wish for pain and humiliation, sir. I am ashamed of these desires; Master tries to beat them out of me. How do you wish to hurt me, sir?” Charles says.
With every word, I’m even more intrigued at how he’s come to be like this. There’s no resistance, no will, nothing. He’s been reduced to an empty shell, completely unable to think for himself. What does it take to make a man like this? My desire to explore this further just increases. I have no idea how I’ll deal with this, because I certainly wouldn’t do this to Hamish, but I’m not sure I can just not act on it, either. How would Hamish like that, if I go and find myself a slave to beat into submission? I’m not sure he’ll understand. I’m not sure he’ll like that at all. But, we’ll deal with that later. Time to pay attention to the man standing before me, if you can call him a man.
I make Charles kneel again, taking the wings off so I can whip him properly, and I walk over to the wardrobe and pull out a whip. I’d never used it at all, though I think Hamish did know I had it. It’s one of those things I felt the urge to buy without really knowing why. It was a proper horsewhip too, strong, sturdy, made to last. Made to hurt. I watch Charles curl into himself, seemingly bracing himself for the pain. It’s rather endearing, seeing him just waiting for me to start hurting him. I give the whip a few test strokes, just to see if I still know how to use it. I’d been taught how to whip someone properly a long time ago, and not having anyone to practice on, I want to make sure I know how to do it right.
When I whip Charles for the first time, he makes this small cry of pain, a cry that has the slightest hint of longing in it as well, as if he’s been waiting a long time for this. It only serves to make me keep hitting him, bringing the whip down onto his back hard, wanting to hear him make that little noise again. Adrenalin courses through my veins, I think I’m enjoying this way too much. I stop when I notice that Hamish isn’t looking at me. He looks like he’s trying not to look at me. I glance down at Charles’ back, seeing the red welts covering it. Wow. I’d been pretty hard on him. I hope he’s alright. I look back at Hamish, angry that he’s not obeying me.
“I told you to watch, bitch,” I say.
“I-I don’t like seeing you like this, sir. Please, don’t hurt me, sir. You know I don’t like that sort of thing,” Hamish says, and I’m shocked to hear how scared he sounds.
I walk over to the bed, climbing on it towards him, straddling his legs as I stare straight into him. I’m not liking his defiance, or his fear, both because he’s disobeying me, and because I don’t mean to scare him.
“Scared, are you? I told you to watch. Don’t make me punish you,” I say, and I see him shy away from me as I raise a hand as if to hit him. It’s more a reaction than any indication I’ll hurt him. I’m still angry that he’s not obeying me. I wouldn’t really hit him, would I?
“Adam, please, you’re scaring me. This is too much for me,” he says, shying away from my angry gaze.
Maybe it’s the fear in his voice, but something cuts through the anger. Now my conscience decides to kick in. I begin to panic. What’s wrong with me? I threatened to hurt him. I’d never hurt him. I rest a hand on his cheek, lifting his head up, trying to reassure him that I don’t want to scare him at all. I make our eyes meet.
“Don’t do this to me, Adam. You know this is more than I can cope with,” he says. “I don’t like seeing you like this. You’re scaring me, Adam.”
I lean towards him, nuzzling in his neck, my hands grasping his shoulders. I nibble on his ear, my tongue flicking out to lick his skin. I’m trying my best to reassure him, to settle him. I notice how jittery he is, how he doesn’t seem to like being in my arms at first, but my touch obviously calms him down after a while. Right now, all I want to do is make sure he’s ok. He’s the most important thing right now. I obviously lost control and I have to fix this.
“Shh, it’s ok, Hamish. I won’t hurt you. I didn’t mean to scare you,” I whisper, bringing my arms around him into a hug. He leans his head against me, and I stroke a hand through his hair, gently kissing his skin. “Do you want to sit this out?” I say, quite willing to let him go while I finish with Charles.
“I don’t like you bringing Charlie into this. This changes things. I’m not him, I’m not your slave. I don’t like seeing you being so cruel, Adam. Remember when I first asked you about this? I made you promise not to be cruel. I can’t stand seeing you like this. This isn’t you, Adam. Can’t you see how wrong this is?” he says.
“I promised her master I’d discipline her,” I say. “And this is a part of me. I’ve been waiting so long for this. I suppress it for you because I know you don’t like it. But, don’t try and write this off as not me, because it sure as hell is. I don’t want to scare you, Hamish.”
“Well, you’re doing a great job of it, Adam. I’m scared. I don’t like seeing this side of you. I didn’t know you had this in you at all. Why didn’t you tell me?” he says.
“Because… Because I knew you’d hate me. It’d scare you, and I didn’t want to lose you,” I say.
A part of me is angry that he’s not accepting this side of me, yet at the same time, I’m terrified I’ve scared him enough to make him leave me. I don’t want him to go. Is this one big mistake? How could I have done this now? Stupid Charles, poker, drinking, and shit. This is fucked. I lost control. I fucked up big time. How the hell did I think this would just be ok with him?
“Is there anything else you haven’t told me?” he says, and I can tell he almost wants to cry.
“No, that’s all. Sorry I kept it from you,” I say. “Are you alright?” I hope to God he can forgive me for this.
“No, I’m not alright. I didn’t know you could be like that. Is that what you really want from me, Adam? Because if it is, I can’t give it to you,” he says.
“I know. I know you don’t like it. That’s why I hid it. Do you want me to stop? I can kick her out now if you’re really that uncomfortable with it,” I say.
“Just fuck her and get her out of here. Then I can have you all to myself. I think this is something we need to discuss properly, not now when some random sub is waiting for you to discipline her,” he says. “I think she wants you, Adam. Better not disappoint her, aye?”
I turn to glance back at Charles before turning back to Hamish. He does look so very needy. “Alright, just for you, pet. Won’t be long,” I say. I grab his face and kiss him, reassuring him that I’m still the man he loves, the man who loves him so badly I’m afraid of hurting him in even the smallest way.
I pull back, keeping my gaze on Hamish as I slide off the bed. I put the whip away, pulling Charles to his knees. All that whipping and being so close to Hamish has left me wanting, so I sit on the couch, pulling Charles between my legs, holding his head firmly as I make him suck me off. But, once isn’t enough. There’s this driving urge to fuck him, and fuck him hard. He resists me a little as I pull him over to the bed, but this doesn’t last. I’m soon thrusting into him, pinning him onto the bed hard, watching all my self-control fade away as I simply use him for my own pleasure. God, I feel so dirty, but, fuck it if this isn’t one of the most enjoyable things in the world. I can hurt him as badly as I want and he won’t complain. My conscience has obviously fucked off again. I’d never do this to Hamish, but I’m so turned on I don’t care.
Eventually, I tire of him, my lust finally sated. I pull out of him, pushing him off the bed while I pull some clothes on. I drag him out of the room, wanting him to leave. He looks so scared now, tripping and falling, cowering at my feet. I throw the wings at him, kneeling in front of him.
“Did you enjoy that, Charles?” I say.
“Yes, sir,” he whispers.
“Get the fuck out of here. Tell your Master I’ll call him soon,” I say, pulling him to his feet.
“Yes, sir,” he says again, pulling the wings on.
I open the front door, ushering him out. I watch him go before closing the door and heading back in to Hamish. I lean against the doorframe, smiling at him. I can tell by his eyes that he’s happier to have me all to himself now, and that any conversation about tonight can wait for later.
“You all mine now?” he says, looking up hopefully. “No more random subs to punish?”
“Nope, you’re all mine. I think I owe you a fuck or three for making you put up with that,” I say as I climb back on the bed again, crawling up to him.
“At least three. And I get to tie you up as punishment,” he says, grinning at me.
“Fair enough. Sorry that you had to see me like that. I’ve always tried to hide that side from you. Even I scare myself when I get that angry sometimes,” I say.
“It’s alright. Just give me warning first, ok? I never thought I’d be scared of you, but you managed that tonight, and that’s what concerns me. I shouldn’t be scared of you,” he says.
I hug him tight again, hoping I’ve convinced him I’m sorry for scaring him. “I know, love. I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do that again,” I say.
“You’d better not, or I might just leave you,” he says jokingly.
“You wouldn’t. Who else would bite you as hard as I do?” I say, teasing him right back.
“Well, you’ve kept me waiting long enough. Get on with it. I want some nice bite marks at the end of this,” he says.
“Anything you wish, sir,” I purr, straddling his hips as I kiss him, a hand straying to his cock. We’re equals again.
I lean in and bite his shoulder hard, rocking against him. He growls as I bite him, and it’s a sound that sends shivers down my spine. He’s panting, and I’m sure if his arms were free, he’d be gripping onto me, his fingers digging into my shoulders. Sucking on the bitten skin elicits another groan and a string of expletives. I leave the bite mark, kissing the bare skin around his nipples, pressing him against him. I work my way down his body, kissing the skin around the rope harness. I finally get to his legs, and I can’t help but land a bite there on his inner thigh. I hear him squeal as I bite him, I know he loves being bitten down here, and I take great pleasure out of his reaction. I reluctantly stop biting him and turn my attention to his much-neglected cock, licking and sucking it, deep-throating him a few times, my hands gripping his thighs tightly.
His speech has become incoherent now, just strings of sound mixed with expletive-sounding utterances. It’s such a turn-on, and my pants are beginning to feel rather tight again. It’s a struggle to suck him off and get rid of my pants at the same time, but I manage it somehow, reluctantly detaching myself to get rid of them and my foot before attacking him again, a hand clutched around my own cock, keeping rhythm with my sucking.
I stop when I can feel he’s just about to cum, and I ignore his desperate protests as I get ready to fuck him. I have to untie him from the bed, though I simply lie him on his back and secure him again. He’s as good as begging for it now, and the sound he makes when I lower myself onto him has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. He never fails to amaze me.
The sex goes on for ages. I owe it to him to give him more than a quick fuck. We’re both exhausted when we finally stop. I untie him, giving his body a good massage to relax him. Afterwards, he crawls into my waiting arms, cuddling up to me. His head rests against my chest, his arms around me, and it’s the most amazing feeling having him there.
“Love you, Adam,” he whispers.
“Love you too, Hamish. Sweet dreams, love,” I say as I stroke his hair gently. I can tell he’s drifting off to sleep. I lie there for a while before sleep overcomes me as well.