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Shower Scenes Take Two (cliffxlars Primary); Taking up right where Take One finished
Topic Started: Mar 6 2011, 02:41 AM (358 Views)
Aria
Fresh Meat
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Um. Well. Warning #1: Bondage ahead. Warning #2: Long ass sex scene ahead. Warning #3: This is wicked hot. xD Just saying.
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“Were you the one to turn the water on? I noticed you were standing right next to the main control pet. Watching them before I found you.” Cliff glanced over at Lars, reaching out to rub the front of his jeans, noticing that his cock was still hard and pressing against them.

Lars arched into the hand, knowing better than not to answer, though god it was so HARD with that hand there, rubbing and teasing him. “I y-yes...it’s about time those two fucked. They’ve been dancing around each other for months.” He said, panting, his hips pressing into that delicious teasing touch.

“And you wanted to watch them, didn’t you pet?” Cliff purred out. “You were so hard when I found you, hiding behind that wall, peeking out and watching them, watching James dominate Kirk just like I do to you...” He worked open the button and slowly pulled the zipper down.

He shook his head. “N-no...James doesn’t know what he’s doing. Not like you do Cl-” Lars stopped, remembering they were in private now. “Not like you do Master.” He said softly, moaning as Cliff wrapped a hand around him and started to stroke him. It was not as good as his master’s mouth, but it was enough, and he was so hard.

Cliff smirked. It was only a fraction, just a small tilting of his lips. “You are such a good little pet, complimenting Master like that. Especially when I know how much you wanted James at one point.” He stilled his hand. He could still remember Lars mooning over the idiot singer.

“James has nothing on Master.” Lars said vehemently, and meant it. Yes, James was beautiful in his own way, but he did not have the command that Cliff did. Not yet. Maybe he would some day, but not now. He wanted someone who could make him moan, whimper, scream and keep him from coming with only a command. His Master could do all of those things. “Nothing at all.” He whispered, looking up at Cliff, admiring his profile in the car.

“Don’t lie to me pet...” Cliff spoke, the words soft as he started to stroke Lars again, teasing his thumb across the tip as he stroked. “I appreciate your flattery, but you need not say such things.” He added, looking over at Lars.

Lars nodded slowly, looking sufficiently chastised before he gasped and arched again, his hips driving up and into the touch, clenching down on the seat. He did still care about James. And Cliff knew it. But Cliff...he was falling in love with Cliff too. He would have been lying if he had said that he did not imagine himself in Kirk’s place for more than a moment. But his Master? Gave him something that James never could. The ability to be free. “I am sorry Master. Will you punish me?” Lars asked, looking up at him. Cliff could punish him so many different ways and he would love every single one of them.

Cliff considered the question as he pulled into the driveway of his apartment. “I believe I shall give you a punishment you will enjoy pet. But first, I will finish what you started in the showers. Get upstairs, strip, be naked, kneeling by the door waiting for me by the time I walk in. Go.” He ordered, watching Lars scramble out of the car and sprint upstairs, watching him go. His pet was so good and obedient, he was lucky to have him.

He knew when an order was meant to be obeyed. This one was. Lars raced upstairs, stripped and made sure to be wearing his leather collar when he assumed position kneeling at the front doors, knowing he had made it just in time when he heard the doorknob turn. His heart was pounding wildly, and his cock was still hard, begging for more attention from his master. Lars kept his eyes on the floor, his hair hanging over his face. He knew better than to look up. Than to look upon his Master without permission.

“Very good pet.” Cliff complimented, shutting the door behind him. “Collar and all. You have earned a reward.” He added, seeing the smile and blush appear on Lars’ cheeks for a brief instant. “Stand and face me.” His eyes slipped to slits as he stared down at Lars. “Now pet.” He watched Lars scramble to his feet, his head still down, though they were facing. Cliff licked his lips. This would be delicious. “Tilt your face up.” He ordered quietly. “And look at me.” His heart jumped at how quickly Lars looked at him, those beautiful green eyes smiling at him as he did so. Cliff reached out and touched Lars’ cheek, running his fingertips down it slowly.

Lars shivered at the look in Cliff’s eyes. Those light brown eyes had darkened with possession and lust. With his eyes alone, Cliff claimed him. He licked his lips slowly, knowing his Master loved it when he did that. The fingertips on his cheek ran slowly down, over his neck and collar bone, then down his chest. Lars gave a quiet gasp. Cliff was going to touch him here? Standing up like this? His whole body shivered at the thought.

“Come with me pet.” Cliff ordered, walking towards the closet doors, the ones that had the floor to ceiling mirrors. “Stop here.” He ordered again, turning so Lars faced the mirrors and he stood, towering behind him. He loved being so much taller than the drummer sometimes. “Look at yourself my pet. See how hot and hard you are in the mirror? How much you want, you need to be touched? How hard and ready your cock is for my touch?” He whispered into Lars’ ear. “Look at yourself and see what I see my pet.” Cliff ordered.

A quiet gasp escaped Lars as he stared into the mirror. The apartment was dark, but he could see himself, all pale skin on display, the leather collar at his throat, hard cock between his legs, Cliff standing behind him. “Ooooh...” He whispered, still staring at himself in the mirror. Was this how Cliff saw him? How his Master saw him? Beautiful, hard and flushed like this?

Cliff smirked, knowing that Lars could not see. “Do you see my pet? Do you see how delicious the sight of your hard cock is? How by looking at every inch of your pale skin you see how beautiful you are, no matter what you say? Do you see it?” Cliff leaned closer and purred the words against his throat, feeling Lars shiver and sink back into his arms. The duality of his pet naked in his arms while he was still fully dressed was delicious. Lars would feel the denim scraping against his skin and it would only heighten all of the sensations he was being driven wild with.

It was hard, impossible to speak. His Master’s words were echoing in his mind, repeating, sinking deep into his body and soul as he stared at the image in the mirror. Lars turned his head into Cliff’s neck, inhaling slowly, taking in the scent of him, then glanced at the image in the mirror. His posture was so subservient, so loving, and just from staring at himself, he knew he loved Cliff. The way he was standing made it so clear. A small smile curled his lips, the knowledge that he loved Cliff spreading to every inch of him and filling him with a delicious kind of heat that only Cliff knew how to control.

“You do see, don’t you my pet?” Cliff purred out again, watching the way Lars curled into his body in the mirror. His little pet was so good. So good, so beautiful, and all his. “I love you like this. Hard, willing, begging for any touch from me, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to breath and you can’t. The heat inside you is welling up. Responding to me, and you know that only I can control this heat, this fire. Only me.” He whispered, feeling Lars shudder again, and a small moan escape his beautiful lips. Lips that were his to kiss and claim and own. “You know that, don’t you my pet? That no matter how much you want James, or Kirk, neither of them know how to control you. Make you lose all control, give it up, be free.”

Another moan escaped him. Lars shivered in Cliff’s hold, though his arms weren’t around him, it was as though he had been entrapped by the bassist. He managed to nod and got a smile and a kiss to the top of his head for the admission. His eyes drifted back towards the mirror. The way they were standing, Cliff was in almost complete shadow. Everything Cliff said was true. He belonged to Cliff. Cliff was the only one who made him feel like this. No one else could.

Cliff smirked as he got the concession he wanted. His beautiful little pet knew the truth. That no one else could control him like he could. The small victory over Lars was a beautiful one and he could hope that Lars was that much closer to loving him. “Now my pet. You want to come, yes? You have had that plug in you all day, pressing against you, teasing you, making sure you’re ready for me?” His smirk widened as Lars whimpered and stared up at him.

“Y-yes Master.” Lars closed his eyes and repressed another moan. He could feel, could FEEL the plug moving around in him, just as his master had planned. It had been driving him wild all day, and as the day went on, he had gotten more and more turned on. “Oh please master, I want to come so badly, may I? Please.” He begged softly, staring at his image in the mirror, looking at where Cliff’s head would be, towering over him like he did.

Ah, he did love it when his little pet begged for him like this. It was so delicious. Everything he could want and more. “Then you shall my pet. You have earned your reward. Then I will punish you. If you wish to come, then you must touch yourself. Right here, in front of his mirror, so that I may watch and see every inch of you as you shiver and moan my name. Will you do that for me my pet?” Cliff watched as Lars whimpered and turned to face the mirror, spreading his legs a little. “That’s it. Now tease yourself, slowly, make this count and enjoy it pet.”

Lars nodded slowly and took a deep breath. He wanted to make this good for his Master. He moved his arms slowly, running his fingertips down and over his face, tugging at his lips, then down over his jaw. Lars tilted his head back against Cliff’s chest was his fingers trailed slowly lower, hearing the gasp that escaped Cliff as he did so. Perfect. His master was already enjoying himself. He trailed his fingers lower, giving a little whimper and then running his fingertips over both nipples. A small gasp escaped him this time and he moaned softly.

Cliff licked his lips, loving the sight of his pet like this. So beautiful pale, and all his. “Do you wish that it was my hands on you instead my pet? Do you want me touching you, making you moan and gasp and arch?” Cliff whispered, teasing and tormenting him further, unable to keep from smirking again as he leaned closer and buried his face against his pet’s neck, hearing him moan. “Do you want me pinching your nipples, stroking your skin, making you beg for more?”

His master’s voice was like silk, moving over and stroking every single inch of him, setting him on fire. He panted and licked his lips, rubbing his palms over his nipples, his hips bucking forward, the sight in the mirror making him stare. “Oh yes master. I love it when you touch me, I wish it were you touching me right now. It is always so good and perfect when you do.” Lars moved his hands lower, his body already screaming for more. He licked his lips again, staring at the mirror as both of his fingers trailed lower and then teased the tip of his cock, sliding a nail across the slit, bucking and letting another moan escape. He heard rather than felt Cliff gasp behind him this time. It was delicious to know that his master could effect him like this.

His pet knew just how to turn him on. All of the things that he loved doing, loved seeing, his pet was determined to drive him wild. He would have to give him a special reward for such consideration. Cliff licked his lips and leaned close to whisper in his ear. “Do it. Touch yourself now my pet. Wrap your hand around your cock and stroke yourself slowly. Let me watch you. Spread your legs.” He gave quiet orders, watching as they were obeyed almost instantaneously. His pet would do anything he asked, he could push him further and further and his pet would do it, all because he ordered it. How perfect.

Lars spread his legs, panting as he struggled to follow the orders quickly. He was fully exposed to his master now and another thrill ran up his spine, shuddering. “Ahh, yes...master...” He took his cock and started to pump himself. He had been told to touch himself, make himself come. He would do it. Just to make his master happy, he would touch himself, eager for more, for touches from his master later. A whimper escaped him as he stroked faster. He reached up, his other fingers touching his lips before he swallowed them and slicked them with spit, reaching down and teasing them across his entrance, pressing just the tip in, touching the plug inside him, moaning.

“Oh yes. How delicious pet. Look at you. You aren’t happy without something in you, are you? You did so well with that plug, maybe next time we have a photo shoot I shall put a vibrator in you instead.” Cliff leaned down and buried his face in Lars’ shoulder, purring quietly. “Oh, I can imagine it now.” His voice lowered to a growl as he watched Lars touch himself even more, harder and faster. “Having the remote in my hand, turning it on, driving you wild, knowing that you will spend the entire day hard, ready for me...” He trailed off, painting the picture for his pet, watching him shudder. “Maybe I will even pull you into the bathroom and fuck you while we are waiting for James and Kirk to finish their shoots together. Would you like that pet?” Cliff growled out, refraining from touching his pet, though it was a hard thing to do.

“Oh yes master. I want that, I want all of it.” He pumped himself faster, knowing that he was close to the edge, his hips thrusting into the air in front of him, still caught on the sight of himself in the mirror. He wouldn’t come though. Even though his master had said that he could, he had to wait for special permission. He knew that, knew better. He didn’t want to be punished. He had been a good pet, a very good pet, and his master would take care of him, reward him for being such a good pet. His orgasm was there, just out of his reach and he couldn’t help but whimper, staring at the mirror, the pleads and begging words wanting to come out behind held back by force of will.

Cliff’s eyes glowed as he stared at Lars in the mirror. He could see that his pet was close. Maybe too close for his liking. But he had told his pet that he could come. He deserved a reward for his good behavior. He truly did. “You may come if you tell me one thing my pet. And the answer had better be good, understand?” Cliff whispered.

“Aaa. Y-yes master. I do, please, please tell me the question. I want to please you, I want to make you proud of me.” Lars panted out, staring up at him. He was so close. Already, he was right there. Right on the verge of flying out of control, but he would wait. He would. He had to.

“Then you are going to tell me how much you want my cock inside you. Then and only then will you be allowed to come pet. Understand?” He ordered, watching the shiver that slowly ran up Lars’ spine. The sight was delicious and he licked his lips, watching his pet. This would be incredible. To hear Lars detail how much he wanted his cock inside him, claiming him?

Lars swallowed, wondering where to start, continuing to pant and stroke himself. “Y-yes. I do master.” He whispered out, thinking. God. “M-may I tell you a fantasy I have as well master? As part of how much I want you inside me?”

He might not have been a teenager any longer, but his pet staring up at him eagerly and so anxiously. Cliff could refuse his beautiful pet nothing. Leaning down, he kissed his pet gently and nodded. “Of course you may my pet. But do not come until you are done. And keep stroking yourself.”

Nodding, he closed his eyes and leaned back against his master. “The last time you tied me up, you used these incredible silk scarves, because the cuffs we had kept hurting my wrists.” He sped up the hand on his cock, the images flooding his mind.

“Keep going my pet. I remember the scarves. What about them?” Cliff coaxed, watching Lars stroke himself faster. His pet was shy, afraid to speak, but his arousal appeared to be knocking that effect down.

“They felt so wonderful on my wrists, I wanted to know what they would feel like on other parts of my body.” Lars said softly, teasing his thumb across the tip of his cock. “So one night when you were not home, I took them out of the toys drawer.” His breath caught as he dove deeper into the fantasy.

Cliff stared at the mirror as Lars moaned and pressed back tighter against him. His beautiful pet and his dirty fantasies, touching himself when he wasn’t at home. How delicious. “And then? What did you do with them my pet?”

Lars whimpered and stroked himself faster. Oh god, it was too much, he was so fucking turned on, he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. “Then I used them to touch myself. I dragged the silk scarf over my chest, over my nipples, rubbing and pinching, and oh, it wasn’t as good as you touching me master, but it was so good. Then, I dragged the silk down lower and lower.”

His breath caught as he listened to his pet describe what he had done. Cliff tightened his arms around his pet and leaned down, whispering hotly in his ear. “Did you touch your cock with that red silk my pet?”

He nodded, staring at the mirror. “Oh yes master. I teased the silk across the tip, just rubbing it over the tip and it was so good. I could have come from doing just that b-but I wanted to make it even better. So I wrapped it around my cock and rubbed it up and down master and I imagined that you were touching me and watching me, telling me what a good boy I was.” Lars panted, his hand stilling over his cock for a moment, afraid to keep touching himself with how close to coming he was. “Y-you would have told me to spread my legs so you could stare and touch me master, so I did that.” He swallowed hard, totally lost in the fantasy. “I imagined you ordering me not to come until you said so, so I touched myself and thrashed and moaned and begged you master, I needed to come so bad.” 

Cliff’s eyes were dark as he stared down at his pet, noticing that he had stopped stroking himself. Reaching down, he yanked Lars’ hand away and wrapped his hand around his pet’s hard cock and started to stroke him, hard and fast. Licking his lips, he watched Lars moan and arch. He breathed hotly against his ear. “Your master is here right now pet, touching you. Beg to come.” Cliff ordered.

“Oh pleeeease master.” Lars moaned, his bangs sweaty, sticking to his forehead, sweat beading at his neck and trailing down his chest. His master was touching him and it was so hot and so good and he wanted more, needed more. Hands that were so much bigger than his own, wrapped around him, driving him wild, fuck, he was going to fucking explode. “Master, your hands, oh they’re so good, so much better than mine, please, oh please, I can’t do it, I need to come, I want to come for you master.”

“Open your eyes pet. Stare at yourself.” Cliff ordered, looking into the mirror, teasing his thumb across the tip, his other hand yanking Lars’ hips back to grind against his cock.

Staring into the mirror, he caught sight of how red and flushed he was, the sweat now beading down his chest, that large hand moving over his cock, tugging and teasing and now he could feel, feel how turned on his master was by this display. “Oh master, only you do this to me.” Lars whispered, licking his lips as he stared at the image in the mirror.

Cliff smirked. His pet was right. Only he could drive him to this level of desire. This level of want and need. “Come pet. Come for me. Scream for me.”

No sooner than his master whispered the order for him to come than Lars arched backward and pressed against Cliff, a scream ripped from his throat as he came, his eyes staring at the image in the mirror as he coated Cliff’s hand and his stomach in strands of come. His master didn’t stop touching him, didn’t stop stroking him until it seemed there was nothing left inside him and he was shuddering hard. “D-did I please you master?” Lars whispered.

“Oh yes pet. You have pleased me very, very well. In fact, I think I shall only give you a light punishment this evening.” Cliff purred out. Reaching out, he trailed his fingers through the come and brought it to his lips, watching his pet shiver again. “Mmm. Delicious pet.” He watched Lars slump as his eyes closed. Catching his pet easily, he picked him up and carried him back to the bedroom, cradling his precious pet against his chest.

He hadn’t meant to pass out. But his legs had started to wobble and his eyes had closed against his will. He hadn’t hit the ground, he would be a hell of a lot more sore if he had. And it looked like he had been asleep for a couple hours, since the sun was starting to set and he had gotten home around three pm or so. His stomach let out a loud grumble, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

“Sounds like someone is hungry. Would you like Taco Bell Lars?” Cliff smiled. The game was off now. They were just two friends. Who happened to fuck like rabbits whenever they got the chance. The game would start again. His pet had been so good.

Lars sat up and grinned. He could tell that Cliff had cleaned him off and made sure to tuck him into bed so that he would be warm. “Oh fuck yes I would!”

Cliff chuckled and sat down on the bed, handing Lars his usual junk food from the place as he opened a couple of beers for the both of them and offered one to Lars. He had special plans for after dinner. Plans that involved a certain red scarf and a certain pet tied to the mattress, screaming and begging for more. He shivered as he planned it out in his head, knowing what he was going to do. How he was going to make his pet scream all over again. When they finished, he cleaned away all of the trash and looked at his pet.

He felt the change in demeanor in Cliff, almost immediately. Something in the feel of the room changed. Between them. All of it changed. Lars licked his lips and stared up at Cliff. At his master and smiled. “Tell me what to do master. I’ll do anything. I promise, anything.” He purred out. He had to repay his master’s kindness. It was only right.

A smirk curled his lips. All his. Whatever piece of Lars James had once had, he had given it up, forfeit it in favor of Kirk. Fool. He had given up the perfect subservient pet. “Lay across my legs pet. You are going to get your punishment now for what you did earlier.” Cliff patted his lap. Lars always loved being spanked. Nothing made him hotter, whether you used your hand, a paddle or something else.

His breath caught. This was more of a gift than a punishment. Bowing his head, he crawled across the bed and stretched out over Cliff’s legs, pushing his ass up, presenting it to Cliff like he knew he wanted. “Yes master. I know I deserve to be punished. Please. Please punish me.” Lars begged, a shiver running up his spine as he anticipated that first smack, the first touch of skin to skin.

Licking his lips at the delicious picture his pet presented, Cliff pulled his hand back and smacked his ass, watching the red mark appear, his eyes glittering with desire and need. He felt Lars gasp and shudder again. “Such a little slut you are my pet. I love it.” Cliff purred, smacking Lars again, this time on his other ass cheek, watching the skin turn red under the touch, smirking. His next smack was immediately followed by another and another. He stopped pausing, watching his pet shake and shudder in his arms. Lars would be near helpless with desire by the time he was done. After a few minutes, he pulled his hand away and surveyed his work. Lars’ ass was cherry red, and there were a few hand prints on his thighs. “Beautiful my pet. You are beautiful and perfect. So good for master.” Lifting Lars gently, he laid him out across the bed on his stomach, leaving his back bare.

“D-did I please you master?” Lars whispered, not turning around to look at Cliff, but he couldn’t tell. His master had called him beautiful and perfect, but hadn’t kissed him. It had always been his practice to kiss him after punishments. It made him feel so loved and wanted, he couldn’t describe it.

Cliff chuckled and leaned down and kissed Lars’ shoulder. “Of course my pet. You always please me.” He whispered, picking up the scarf from the bedside drawer where he had left it waiting. “I have a surprise for you. Then I will make good on my promise to fuck you.” Cliff purred out, taking on the role of master once again.

His breath caught. His master had a surprise for him? Cliff was too good to him, too much, he didn’t deserve any of it. Lars licked his lips and shivered again, ready for whatever the surprise might be, knowing that his master would make it good and wonderful and delicious. His entire body shivered violently when he felt that silk scarf pool in a small pile at the small of his back before being dragged upward, making him gasp. Oh god. The scarf. Cliff was teasing, touching him with it. Fuck.

“Does that feel good my pet? The scarf? Your Master teasing you with it?” Cliff purred out, dragging it down, over his ass and then over his thighs, running it along his crack and over his entrance. He loved hearing the moans and whimpers that escaped Lars. “Tell me you enjoy this teasing pet.” He ordered.

Lars panted, trying to catch his breath and failing. “Oh yes master. It feels so good, I want you to tease me more, please, make me scream, make me come. I need you to touch me master, please, oh please.” He begged, panting into the pillow, hoping that he will be able to incite his master to do more, to touch him and tease him more, he wants more, it’s so good, just these simple touches are so good and all he wants is more.

Cliff purred again, smiling as Lars begged. Such a good little pet to beg for him like that. “Oh, I shall tease you further pet. Turn around. Spread your legs and arms. Close your eyes.” He barked out orders, quick and fast. His pet followed them immediately. A smirk curled his lips as his pet was laid out, spread eagle on the bed. He went to the drawer and pulled out several more scarves, holding them in his hands. Making quick work of it, he tied both of his pets legs to the posts at the end of the bed, checking to ensure that he had enough slack to flex his legs and not end up with cramps and then did the same to his arms. “Open your eyes for me pet.” Cliff purred out, wanting to see those beautiful green eyes before he covered them with red silk.

His eyes flickered open, staring up at Cliff, already turned on again as he was systematically tied up. Licking his lips slowly, he opened his mouth to say something, then stopped, remembering that he did not have permission to say anything from his master yet. He would have to wait until he was given permission to say a word.

“Speak if you like pet.” Cliff whispered, staring down at Lars. “Do you not wish to be tied up?” Looks at him, wondering if that is the cause of his distrust and hesitance.

“Oh no master! I want to, I do.” He said, smiling and looking up at his master, his expression adoring. “I was wondering, er, hoping, I could, that you would-”

He waited patiently for a moment then growled. “Just say whatever it is you are asking for pet.”

Lars jumped when his master growled at him. “Would you blindfold and gag me with the scarves too?” He whispered, looking up at his master, his cock twitching at the thought. “And maybe let me wear one as a collar?”

Was that what his pet had been worried about? That he would deny a request for something as hot as the idea of blindfolding and gagging him? Oh how adorable his pet was at times, thinking that he would not wish something like that. “Do you like being tied up that much pet?” Cliff purred out, reaching out, running his hand slowly down Lars’ body, his fingertips teasing over a nipple, then down his belly, tracing his belly button, then lower still and tracing up and down the outline of his cock.

A little whimper of a moan escaped him. “Yes master, I do. Please, tie me up, it is so good.” Lars begged, staring up at Cliff and straining against the restraints, testing them.

Leaning down, he kissed Lars gently. “Your wish is my command pet.” Taking another scarf, he trailed it over his pet’s chest and up to his neck, slipping it under, then tying it in a snug knot around his neck. “How beautiful you look my pet. However, this picture can be improved upon.” Taking another scarf he slowly wrapped it around Lars’ mouth, the fabric forcing his mouth open the tiniest of fractions. Cliff watched as Lars panted against the scarf, staring into those green eyes that were now clouded over with lust. “Look at you pet. Look at how hard this makes you. Your cock is already weeping, begging for me.” He reached down and started to pump that hard and delicious cock. “There is one final order that you must listen to my pet. It’s important to this present of yours.”

He stared up at his master, nodding eagerly. He would do whatever his master wanted. This was already so good, so incredible, he wanted, needed more. His eyes were wide as he waited the final piece, the blindfold that he knew was coming. Fuck, but his master’s hand felt so good on him, even though he had just come, he was already desperate to come again. Only his master could drive him this wild like this. Only Cliff, his master.

Cliff leaned close and whispered against Lars’ lips before kissing him through the gag. “You must NOT come. I will not use a cock ring on you pet. You will not come, understand?”

His eyes went wide and he nodded again. He could do that. For his master, he could do that. When the hand left his cock, Lars whimpered. He watched Cliff raise the last scarf. Lars nodded again, his eyes bright and eager. This was it. He was going to be cut off from all sight. His body was thrumming in anticipation, the room suddenly hotter. Lars nodded again, staring up at Cliff, his master, and the only thing that kept him from proclaiming his love in that moment was the gag holding his mouth open. No one would ever compare to Cliff. Ever.

He smirked. Lars had given him that final reassurance he needed that his pet did indeed want this, did want to be tied up, gagged, blindfolded and then fucked. After being teased into oblivion. His pet would not be able to see straight. And it would be delicious. Time to get started. Reaching up, he tied the blindfold around his pet’s eyes, cutting off those beautiful green eyes. He would be able to see them soon enough again. Now it was time to tease. Something that, thanks to Lars, he had gotten very, very good at. Thanks to his pets kink around silk, he had something else he could use as a teaser. But first, he had to do something else.

Reaching into the drawer of their toys, he pulled out a vibrator and lubed it up, reaching down and pulling the plug out of his pet. “Such a good little pet to have a plug in them all day. Makes sure you are nice and stretched for me. But since we are teasing you...” Cliff trailed off, reaching down between Lars’ legs and removing it, letting it fall to the wayside as he pressed the vibrator into his pet and turned it to a medium setting. Enough to notice, but not enough to come. How hot. And his pet was so good.

Another whimper escaped him against his will. Lars thrashed as the plug was finally removed from him. He panted hard until he felt the vibrator press into him, harsh and demanding, making him thrash and moan into the gag. God. It was so hot. He wanted, he needed more. Lars strained against the bindings, wanting to push back on the touch inside him, the vibrator that was right there, so close to brushing his prostate, but not enough. Not enough.

Cliff chuckled. What a good pet Lars was. Responding to every single touch, his body shivering, blindfolded, unable to see where the next touch would come from, and begging for it regardless. “Such a good little slut you are for me pet. I love that you are able to give yourself so freely to me. I love it.” Cliff purred out, taking the final scarf and wrapping it around his hand. Reaching out, he rubbed his scarf-covered hand against Lars’ nipple, watching him arch and buck under the touch. Better than he had imagined. “Oh, look at you pet. Do you like that? Is that touch good for you?”

Lars gave a quiet moan and squirmed under Cliff, his eyes fluttering under the blindfold. The silk felt so good against his skin, but he wanted it lower, wanted it to touch his cock, not just his nipples like this. But his master was so good, teasing him like this, he knew that his master would take care of him, treat him right and drive him wild.

He devoured the sight of his pet thrashing under him, restrained by the scarves, the thin red fabric keeping him from moving too much. Licking his lips, he moved his scarf covered hand to the other nipple, pinching, tugging, teasing him at him, determined to drive him wild. Cliff knew where his pet wanted to be touched, his cock was hard and ready for more. Debating on exactly what he wanted to do to tease him further, he used the remote to send the vibrator up a few notches. His pet moaned and thrashed again. Perfect.

Cliff leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his pet’s collar bone, then bit down on the pale and milky skin, watching a bruise start to form. He would mark and claim his pet again, as was only right. Biting and sucking his way down to his chest, he made his way to a nipple and closed his lips around it. His scarf-clad hand travelled lower, but made sure to touching Lars everywhere he could, teasing his belly button, his bare thighs, ghosting up the side of his cock without ever actually touching him, he would do everything he could in his power to drive the drummer wild.

“Can you still hear me pet? Nod if you can.” Cliff ordered quietly, staring at Lars as he watched his pet give a little nod and smirked at him. He might not be a James Hetfield, but he knew how to turn his pet on better than anyone else. Lars had always loved the sound of his voice, told him so on numerous occasions. “Good, wonderful. I love the sight of you like this my pet.” Cliff purred, determined to turn his pet on however he could, drive him truly wild. “Drunk on pleasure, your entire body flushed, red, a fine sheen of sweat against your skin like this...” He trailed his hand down Lars’ chest, feeling his breathing become heavier against the gag.

Oh fuck, his master was going to do this to him too? He was going to be driven to the very edge, and his master hadn’t even touched his cock, though now the vibrator was steadily turning him on more and more. It wasn’t as good as his master’s cock, nothing was as good as that, but it was close, a decent substitute. Lars wanted to lick his lips, but he couldn’t, so he whimpered against the gag instead, thrusting his hips up, the small leeway of motion that the scarves allowed him. His master continued to mark him, working his way lower and lower, making him thrash and moan underneath him. Fuck, yes. This is what he wanted. To belong totally and completely to his master, no one else. Only to him. Yes. “Ahhhh.” He managed to groan against the gag. Lars needed his master to touch him, touch his cock, drive him wild with that hand that was covered with one of the scarves, his body shivering. He should not be turned on this quickly, and yet he was. But he couldn’t come. His master had ordered him not to come. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He was a good pet. He would not do that. Not against his master’s wishes.

What a sight Lars was like this. He would give anything for a camera, but instead, this image would remain etched in his memory for the rest of his life. So many of his memories where of Lars like this, flushed, whimpering, staring up at him, begging for him. He would erase any last vestiges of James Hetfield that Lars wanted. Lars was his and his alone. No one else could lay claim to him like he could. Not James, not Kirk, no one. Only him, and his pet belonged to him. Cliff studied Lars, wondering what he should do next. His eyes lit with an awful idea. Perfect. Perfect torture, perfect teasing. And Lars would enjoy every single moment of it.

“You’re such a good little pet, aren’t you? I know you are, look at you, quivering with desire for your master. I know the vibrator is nothing like my cock and doesn’t feel nearly as good, but that’s all right. You’re going to have to wait to have me. I have much more teasing in store for you. First, however. I am going to go get a drink of water.” Cliff said matter-of-fact, standing up from the bed and walking away from it, keeping the remote for the vibrator in his hand. The instant he was around the corner and heading to the kitchen, he turned it up as high as it could go, picturing his pet thrashing his head in his mind’s eye, a sheen of sweat on him, the gag wet from his panting and moaning, his hips thrusting upward and his cock hard and angry, begging for the smallest of touches. Beautiful. Simply, fucking beautiful. He took his time going to get that glass of water, pouring it, watching the water fill the glass. Holding the water up to the light, he imagined what would happen if he were to take it to Lars, pour the cold water over heated skin, watch his pet gasp and shiver, then he could lick the droplets up from his pale skin, tasting the salt from his skin combined with the water. Perfect. Perfect for his pet.

He whimpered when he heard his master leave the room. Hadn’t he pleased his master? Why had his master left him. Then he felt it. The sharp spike of the vibrator turned up to max, determined to drive him wild. Lars gasped and thrashed, the vibrator shifting inside him to press against his prostate, making his body shiver and a scream escape him, muffled against the gag. Fuck, oh fuck, god it was so fucking good, his master did care, his master was trying to drive him wild. Maybe his master was still watching and didn’t tell him. The thought made him shudder again and he tried to push back against the vibrator, drive it deeper, his arousal rising a few notches, unable to keep up with it as he groaned against the gag again. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to obey his master’s order not to come. The vibrator against his prostate was sending a constant stream of fire through his body and he couldn’t keep up with it. Lars could only hope his master would come back soon. He would not be able to hold onto this forever, not without his master here to help him.

Holding two glasses of water, gradually sipping one as he stared at his pet had proved to be very useful. Cliff watched his pet became overrun with desire, thrashing, moaning and whimpering on the bed, sweat pouring off of him as he strained against the bonds. He didn’t know how long he had been standing here. Several minutes at the least, and the sight was not any less delicious. The gagged whimpers were still hot and the sweetest kind of music. His pet was doing nothing but buck into the air, begging for more in a way that could only drive him further and further along the line of wild teasing. It was still delicious to watch. The glass of water he was going to use on Lars had turned foggy and droplets of water were dripping off the glass to the floor. It didn’t matter. His eyes were still stuck on his pet. It wouldn’t be long now. Watching his pet come earlier, and seeing him like this, he would not be able to resist plunging his cock deep into that cherry red ass. Not anymore. Even he had his limits.

Lars moaned loudly against the gag, his hips bucking upward again. He needed his master to come back, to touch him. He wouldn’t be able to hold himself back any longer. He couldn’t do it. It was too much and he was too close, it was driving him too far, too much, too hard, too fast. His hips moved faster against the imaginary touch to his cock and against the very real feel of the vibrator inside him, pressing insistently against his prostate, so close, so very close, his orgasm was right there, right there, just out of his reach and he needed it, and it was coming up on him in a rush and he couldn’t stop it, couldn’t hold back this time. A whimper of fear escaped him, he was going to disappoint his master, he was such a bad pet, he deserved to be punished, he truly did.

His eyes snapped to Lars’ face when he heard a whimper that wasn’t like the others and realized what was about to happen. His pet was trying to give him the only warning he could. There were limits to his pet. They had not finished his training yet after all. And his pet hadn’t wanted to disappoint him. By the bed in two quick strides, Cliff placed the glass of water on the bedside table and undid the scarf around his hand, wrapping it around the base of Lars’ cock, hearing his pet moan at the touch, before he tied it at the bass tightly. Turning to stare at his pet, panting, his hips still straining in the air, before he smirked. “Trying to come without master’s permission my pet?” He blinked in surprise when Lars shook his head so hard he almost dislodged the blindfold. Cliff narrowed his eyes, then noticed that the silk around his pet’s eyes was becoming damp. His pet was crying.

“Are you crying my pet?” Cliff waited for the nod before looking down at Lars curiously, wondering what his pet could be crying about. “Are you upset that you did not get to come?” A violent shake of the head this time. “Are you upset because I stopped you?” Another shake, but not as hard and Lars tried to say something that was muffled by the gag. Cliff’s eyes lit up as he realized. “My pet, are you upset because I had to stop you?” A slow nod and a full-body tremble accompanied that statement. “Oh my lovely, lovely pet. You have not finished your training yet. You lasted very well. I am pleased with you, and we were able to stop you before you exploded. I am not finished teasing you yet.” Leaning up, he pressed a gentle kiss to Lars’ lips and then to both of his eyes. “Do not cry pet. Enjoy. Let me enjoy you. Soon enough you’ll have me inside you and that is what you want, isn’t it? My big, hard, hot cock inside, claiming you?” The eager moan against the gag and nod made him smirk. His pet was so beautiful, so obedient. “Soon my pet, soon. I promise.” Cliff stood up and got off the bed, grabbing the glass of water. “I want to do something else first.”

Lars shivered at the almost-growl Cliff’s voice was. His master wasn’t angry at him. His master was pleased with him, and now that the makeshift silk cock ring was holding him back, his master was going to tease him even more? He shuddered in anticipation as he felt his master leave the bed. His master promised soon. That they would be fucking, soon. The vibrator felt amazing, but it could never compare to master, to his master. “Mmmm....ahhh...” He moaned as that silk hand came to tease up at his nipples again, making him shiver hard. Then something cool and wet hit his nipple, probably water. and he shivered, the cold liquid following different pathways down his body. It was followed by his master’s hot tongue, teasing all over him, determined to drive him wild, make him moan, gasp, want even more. Cliff, his master, was licking up the drops, tasting him, drinking the water, leaving fire everywhere it went.

Pouring the water lower, splashing over his pet’s stomach and into his belly button, watching the muscles of his stomach contract and squirm. How beautiful, how fucking beautiful. God, he’d never get enough of the sight of him like this. Leaning down, he let his lips trail across the pale skin, sucking and nipping, leaving small purple marks along his stomach, licking up the water. He could feel his pet shivering underneath him, obviously enjoying what he was doing to him. “I’m glad that you’re enjoying this pet. I love seeing you like this, wet, my marks all over you claiming you as mine, straining, begging for more.” Cliff purred out, moving up Lars’ body to kiss and nibble at his navel, then pouring water over each of his nipples, watching them pucker and pebble up for him, begging for the touch of his lips. Perfect. Always so perfect. His pet.

The water was so fucking cold. He couldn’t stand it, but god it was so good. His master was teasing him. The water would make him shiver, cold, so cold he could barely stand it, but then his master’s hot mouth would be on him again, licking, sucking and leaving fire anywhere he touched. Lars felt his whole body shiver and moaned against the gag when his master closed his mouth around one of his nipples, sucking hard, arching into the touch, the sensation flying straight to his cock. “Nnnnn!!” He thrashed his head, straining against the bonds, wanting more. His master needed to give him more. He couldn’t take this, he needed more from him. Needed it so badly he couldn’t speak. The vibrator in him wasn’t enough anymore. He needed his master inside him, taking him, making him his.

The water was almost gone now but it was still so incredible to watch his pet moan and thrash under him like this. Cliff let the last of the water pour from the glass, trailing it from Lars’ neck, down his breastbone, down his stomach, then letting a few drops hit that hard cock, watching his pet jerk and moan against the gag again. Fuck. Delicious. Taking a deep breath to keep control of himself, Cliff sucked on the bottom of Lars’ jaw and started licking up the droplets of water once again, sucking them off of the pale skin. “You’re so beautiful like this. Would you like my mouth on you pet? I won’t allow you to come, but would you like me to taste you, have my lips around your cock?” His eyes lit up when his pet gave an eager moan and nod, trailing his tongue slowly down the pale skin. “Good pet.” He purred out, closing his lips over the tip and giving a hard suck.

His hips came off the bed as Cliff’s mouth closed around him, making him moan loudly against the gag again. Lars could feel his body protesting what it was being put through. He was on fire. He wouldn’t be able to control it much longer, cock ring or not. “Mmm....mster...” He managed to get out, bucking his hips again as Cliff swallowed more of him, his tongue teasing along the slit. His master gave such amazing fucking head, he could barely hold himself together, shivering hard in his arms.

It wouldn’t be long now. His pet was going to come flying apart in his arms, and he would get to watch him. Cliff licked his way up Lars’ cock again, tasting the precome that was now flowing freely from the tip, smirking at the sight his pet was beneath him like this. He was thrashing, begging for more, begging for him, held back, on the brink. Delicious. Truly delicious. “I think it is time that I had you my pet. I have been very patient, and now, I have waited long enough.” Sliding off the bed, Cliff stripped off his clothing and glanced towards the camcorder at the sight of the bed, noting that the red light was still blinking. He smirked at it and crawled back onto the bed, grabbing the lube from the drawer. One last thing. Reaching up, he removed the gag and the blindfold from his pet, watching as those lust-filled eyes blinked up at him in surprise and then desire. Perfect. He wanted those eyes on him as he was fucked to within an inch of his life and then not allowed to come. He would watch his pet lose all semblance of control. “I want to see your eyes and hear your moans as I fuck you pet.” Cliff whispered, leaning down and kissing Lars, his tongue diving into that hot and delicious mouth.

Gasping, Lars leaned into the kiss, whimpering and moaning, his arms and legs straining against the bonds, wanting to wrap around his master, hug him close with his body and help drive him wild. “Oh please master, please, I want that too. I want you to fuck me. Please, please master.” He whispered, watching as Cliff stroked himself, savoring the touch, his head tilted back, his long hair falling over his shoulders, making him moan even more. The sight of his master like this, getting himself ready, lost in the pleasure, that hard cock, ready for him, Lars wanted it inside him so badly, his mouth or his ass, it didn’t matter. He just wanted to be claimed by his master and he licked his lips. “Master...please.” Lars whimpered. His body was on fire, he could feel the pulse of fire and pleasure resonating in his entire being. He panted, trying to catch his breath.

“Such a good pet. You deserve a reward.” Cliff told him, reaching up and petting his stomach, like he would a dog. His other hand knocked the small jar of lube away and reached up, pulling the vibrator out of his pet, watching Lars shiver and moan, tossing it to the side. “You are so ready for me. I can see it. Your body is singing of desire. Don’t be quiet pet. I want to hear you, hear you moan and beg for more.” He ordered, shifting, and in one quick motion, burying himself to the hilt in his pet, a gasp escaping him as he was encased in tight, hot heat. No matter how many times they fucked and how many orgasms his pet had, he was always so hot and so fucking tight. “Nnnn...fuck...ahh.” Cliff closed his eyes for a moment, sucking in a deep breath before opening them and staring into the beautiful green eyes that were glazed with pleasure. “You are so tight my pet. So tight and hot and good. You are mine.” Growling out the last word, he pulled out, pressing back in almost instantly. He started a hard and fast pace, claiming Lars, claiming his pet, watching him moan and arch as he drove in and out, determined to hit his prostate, make him scream and squeak and come apart in his arms.

Finally. Fina-fucking-ly. His master was inside him, was fucking him, wasn’t holding back or trying to be gentle. Lars arched into each of the the thrusts, rocking back against him eagerly, all of his nerve endings singing as Cliff slammed into him over and over again. He shifted, trying to change the angle, wanting his master to his his prostate, a half scream, half squeak escaped him as his master hit it dead on, his body starting to tremble, his orgasm only held back by the silk tied around the base of his cock. “Master!! Please, fuck, oh please, it’s so good, I need you, more, please, faster master.” Lars begged, his body shuddering harder. Oh god, he couldn’t control it, couldn’t do it. He was overwhelmed and all he could concentrate on was his master, his master moving inside him, fucking him, driving him wild, claiming him deeply, needing more, harder and faster. “More, so good, need it, please, master, please.” He strained against the silk, hearing the bedposts creak, his body stuck hovering just beyond the pointed he needed, so close to orgasm, but not there yet, unable to reach it, no matter how badly he wanted to, it was just there, but not yet.

There was nothing more delicious in the entire world than the sound of his pet moaning, ready to come, begging, his body soaked in both sweat and water, those green eyes desperate and wanting, and the sweet noises escaping his mouth. How could he refuse his pet, when he was begging for more, needing it, wanting it, craving it by this point? There was nothing he could refuse his pet, this included. “You are so beautiful my pet. Thrashing, so close and yet not there. I love the sound of you begging for me. Will you scream for me?” Cliff gripped his hips and drove himself into that sweet body over and over again, eager to drive him wild, staring down at Lars, smirking at him. He would not be able to hold himself back for much longer. Leaning down, he kissed his pet, claiming him with his mouth once again, tangling their lips together, sucking on them, his tongue diving mimicking the act of their hips. A long and slow shudder ran down his spine as he thrust deeper into his pet, pressing closer to him. “Do you know what I am going to do to you pet? To drive you truly wild?”

He looked up at his master with wide eyes, his whole body shivering as he stared at him. His master was going to do something else to him without letting him come? He wouldn’t be able to stand it. Lars whimpered, licking his lips, leaning up, trying to get his master to taste him, wondering if he could make his master let him come just by kissing him. “Oh master, please, please. I need you so badly. Please. Whatever you want. Please.” Lars begged softly, staring up at him. His whole body was trembling. He couldn’t hold back anymore. All he could feel, his entire world was his master, Cliff, moving in and out of him, harder and faster, he was on fire, he was going to burn up, his body couldn’t take it anymore.

Cliff smirked down at Lars. His pet was right where he wanted him. So close, so turned on. “I’m going to come. And you are not.” He growled out, watching the gasp and choked whimper escape Lars. Perfect fucking pet. How he loved Lars, especially like this. Closing his eyes and arching, he drove himself deeper, feeling his orgasm coil in the pit of his stomach before his hips snapped. He thrust into Lars once more, determined to hit his prostate as he shuddered and came apart, claiming his pet, his orgasm washing over him as he moaned, giving small thrusts into the drummer, watching his pet shudder and whimper, moving underneath him, kept from getting what he wanted, what he needed.

“M-master...” Lars trailed off, his voice hoarse from begging, screaming and shouting. He was so close. Just there. His master had looked incredible as he came. Delicious, fantastic, amazing, but he couldn’t hold onto it anymore. He had lost any sense of shame. “Master, please, I need to come. Oh please, I’ve been a good boy, fuck, please, master, please, I’ve been such a good little pet, I need it, I need to come, I want you to make me come.” The string of words that escaped Lars was barely coherent, but it didn’t matter. He strained against the silk bonds, panting, whimpering, moaning. “Please, please master.”

Such a good little pet, begging for him like that. How could he resist when his pet begged for him so sweetly? Pulling out of Lars, he watched him moan and whimper. “Don’t worry my pet. I will allow you to come. Try to last as long as you can.” Cliff ordered, slowly undoing the silk tie at the base of his cock. Taking the rest of the silk he gathered it in his hand and started to pump Lars, watching his pet thrash and moan, begging for more.

The last order his master gave him sank into his mind, but he could not imagine how he was supposed to obey it. Biting down on his lip, he moaned, his hips thrusting into the delicious sensation of his master stroking him and the silk that was in his palm, heat and softness all at once. His master was so good and then suddenly he was there, his orgasm there, crashing into him so quickly and so violently he didn’t even realize it, his hips thrusting upward one more time as the squeak that escaped him widened into a full-fledged scream of his master’s name. His last thought before he collapsed to the bed, exhausted beyond all possibility that the first words out of his mouth when he woke up would be ‘I love you’ to Cliff, his one and only master. No one else could do this to him. No one. A smile curled his lips before darkness descended.

Moving slowly, Cliff undid the bindings on his beautiful pet. Massaging his shoulders and hips, which he knew would be sore after all of that, Cliff climbed off the bed and walked over to the video camera, zooming in on Lars, trailing the camera up from his head, his cheeks still flushed red, down his sweaty neck and chest, to the come cooling on his stomach. Shifting, he went to stand in front of the camera and smirked. “Think your shower sex has anything on what I just made him do? Think again.” Before he flicked it off and pulled out the tape.



James blinked at the brown package that had been left on his bed, confused as to what he was supposed to do with the damn thing. He grinned as Kirk walked in and ripped open the package. There was a VHS tape, with “Play me when you have a moment alone with Kirk” written on masking tape on the top. His brow wrinkled in confusion and he showed it to Kirk.

Kirk shrugged. “Probably just some weird ass prank from Lars. Put it in and we’ll get mooned or some shit.” Taking the tape, he walked over to the TV and slid the tape in, walking over to James and wrapping his arms around James, tilting his head up for a kiss.

“Lay across my legs pet. You are going to get your punishment now for what you did earlier.”

James and Kirk both looked at each other, their eyes going wide before they turned to the TV, seeing a naked Lars stretched out across Cliff’s lap. They both jumped when the loud sound of the smack that followed echoed in the room.

“Holy fuck....”

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