Dominate Me
Disclaimer: All characters belong to SquareEnix and I make no money from this.
Warnings: BDSM, yaoi, language, violence, drug use
AN: Hello readers. This story is not for everyone so I'm giving a fair warning. This story is also posted on AF net. There are a lot of lemons, but a lot of story writing as well (not purely a smut fic). Anyway, I love the Seph/Tseng pairing but, there will be other infidelities as well. Please enjoy and comment if you like. Just fyi, I don't have a beta at the moment but I am looking for one so please endure the errors if there are any just for a little while. Thank you for your understanding.
Summary:What started as a game between lovers turns into an all out war for Dominance over the other. As personal life and business start to collide, will these two violent lovers ever solve their problem? Perhaps some outside help would be beneficial…or not.
Chapter 1: Lowly Turk
The commander stared outside the window encrusted with ice with a bored expression. A heavy snow had fallen and it didn't look like it was going to relent anytime soon. He sighed lowly and resisted the urge to frown in the presence of several executives. Presently, he was in a board meeting in which he had no interest. It was Friday afternoon and he had checked out mentally at nine a.m., when the workday had started. The turk took a listless sip of his chamomile tea and glanced briefly at the agenda placed in front of him. They were about a good three-fourths completed with the meeting and he couldn't wait to leave.
Tonight was a very special night for the turk. Not only did he not have to work late, he was going to be able to spend the night at his beloved's home. The thought alone gave him a slight shudder and made his bottom lip tremble. He hadn't seen his lover in nearly a month due to the man's ongoing mission. The turk couldn't have been more ecstatic when he received a call from him letting him know he was finally coming home. It made the proud turk leader's heart flutter when the man had told him he was the first person he had called when he arrived back in Midgar.
His eyes settled on the man that was currently speaking, though he tried to refrain from appearing too bored. Lazard was giving his presentation on his plans for the SOLDIER budget. Tseng noted the man's immaculate appearance. The blond was dressed in a sharp pinstriped suit and spoke very fluidly. Though Lazard was relatively new, he had taken on his responsibilities without any problems and proved to be quite a good addition to Shinra's executive board.
After Lazard's presentation, he found his thoughts wandering off again. In his mind, he was no longer in the office, but in his lover's strong arms. He could even smell the delicious male musk his heady lover gave off during their lovemaking. The turk knew tonight would be very intense, especially after the long absence. He idly wondered what he should wear, as he had many costumes his lover had purchased him in addition to the ones he bought on a regular basis. He wanted to look sexy and enticing tonight, so he figured he'd go for something revealing and tight instead of the cutesy outfits.
He was then whipped from his thoughts when the president clapped his meaty hands together, signaling the end of the meeting.
"Good work everyone! Remember to have your accountants submit a copy of your financial plan to me by the end of the workday," the president said.
He grabbed his tea and stood up to leave, but before he could exit the conference room, the president called out to him. With a bit of dread, he walked over to his boss and bowed lowly.
"Sir," he said evenly before raising his head.
"I'm having a formal dinner tonight at my mansion. I know its short notice, but I would like for you to attend, Tseng," the plum suited man said, though his tone indicated it was more of a command than a suggestion.
The dark haired turk kept up a neutral expression, sealing in his annoyance at the man in front of him. Of course he didn't want to go, but could he really decline his boss? The chubby blond always made him feel very uncomfortable when he went to anything outside of work. Usually at these dinners, the president made the turk sit very close to him and usually got very touchy when he had too much wine. Tseng always felt like he was just a showpiece for the other older men that attended to be impressed with. They always complemented him on his appearance, which he didn't mind. It was only when too much alcohol had entered the equation did things start to change. Several times before he'd been approached for sex and it disgusted him. If his lover knew about the president's intentions, he'd surly be a dead man.
"Will you be there?" he pressured. Tseng thought about pulling the rank card on one of his subordinates to get out of this situation. He could offer to send another turk in his place, but he was sure there would be some ill will toward whoever he sent. His mind raced quickly for a solution to his dilemma.
"I have a previous engagement, but I can send..." he started, only to be rudely interrupted by the reddening president.
"Forget about all that! Just come over to my place for some wonderful food and a good time," he said, brushing off the turk's polite protest completely.
"I apologize, but I still cannot attend. This is such short notice and I have already made plans," he stated a bit firmer this time.
The president scowled slightly, and crossed his arms. He scanned the turk up and down heatedly before completely turning on his heels and walking off. Tseng shrugged his shoulders at the man's hasty exit and took a sip of his now chilled, but still delicious tea. The turk then noticed the SOLDIER director smirking at him from across the room. The sharp blond approached the dark haired leader and bowed slightly out of respect to his rank and position.
"Commander," he said in his mellow voice. The turk nodded and gestured for the director to walk with him. They exited the conference room and walked towards the elevators. Once the doors opened, they both stepped in and hit their respective floors. The blond director couldn't hold back a smile as he looked at the turk beside him. Tseng noticed this and tilted his head to the side in question.
"The president wants to fuck you," Lazard said though a knowing grin. Tseng frowned slightly at the blonds' comment, but it wasn't like he hadn't seen it coming. Lazard was well known for his little, if nonexistent, discretion. Tseng pinched the bridge of his nose in slight distress.
"I am well aware, thank you," he said in a controlled tone. Lazard brushed imaginary dust off his immaculate suit and turned to the turk once again.
"What are you going to do about it? Obviously he won't relent. He's a stubborn old man you know," the blond said.
"Nothing," the turk responded before the elevator arrived on his floor. He exited and headed for his office. He had a bit of work to catch up on, but first he thought he'd check up on his turks. He opened the door that was two doors down from his and entered swiftly. Two pairs of eyes drew to him and he nodded.
"Cissnei, Rude," he acknowledged, though immediately noticing his other red haired turk was not present. He raised a questioning brow at the female turk to his right.
"I have no idea, really," she said, shaking her head reluctantly. He glanced at Rude who also looked clueless. The turk sighed, irritated, but decided not to stress over it.
"How is the Manson case progressing?" he asked to no one in particular, though Cissnei responded.
"Great. We've got more than enough proof to take him down for stealing Shinra weaponry," she said proudly.
The turk leader nodded, pleased with the results. "Good work. How soon can you bring him in?"
"By Monday most likely," she said. Though not clearly stated, he knew they probably could have brought him in tonight but they didn't want to work. He supposed he wasn't the only one who was feeling lax. Rude and Cissnei stared at him eagerly, seeing if he would accept their terms.
"Very well then," he said. They both released a sigh of relief and Cissnei stretched her arms out.
"Yes a weekend off!" she exclaimed. At this, the door swung open, barely missing Tseng who didn't even flinch at the intrusion.
"Did you say a weekend off?" the missing redhead repeated excitedly.
"Where have you been?" Tseng asked curtly, only to be ignored.
"Yup!" Cissnei said cheerfully.
"Fuck yes! I'm clubbin' hard tonight!" Reno said jovially. "We're getting fucked up tonight Rude!"
The other male turk shrugged his shoulders and adjusted his shades. He glanced at Tseng and the turk leader avoided his gaze. Even before he had met his current lover, he had always had a thing for the tall, muscle bound turk who looked absolutely handsome in his dark suit and shades. He'd always been attracted to Rude, but never pursued anything with him and never let his affections known. The only treat he allowed himself was a morning run with the man, followed by a visit to the showers where he discreetly eyed the man.
"What are your plans for the weekend, Tseng?" Cissnei asked.
Get my brains fucked out...
"I will probably try and get ahead on some work," he responded evenly.
"Aw that's so dull," the spiky redhead said. "Ya should come out and go dancing with us."
Tseng crossed his arms and shook his head. "Perhaps another time, Reno."
"Man, you never go out with us!" the redhead whined. "Is it cause ya ca'int dance?"
Most certainly not it...
"Good day to you all," the turk said, dismissing himself before Reno bombarded him with more questions.
The cheers of his turks died down as he moved further away from their office. He opened the door to his own office and flipped on the light switch. He knew that if he worked diligently enough he could be finished by six. As he approached his desk, he noticed a lone white box wrapped up in with a bright red ribbon on his desk. The turk allowed himself a slight smile, as he already knew who it was from.
He carefully untied the ribbon and opened the box. There, placed on top of red tissue paper, was a small folded card. He picked it up and flipped it open, quickly scanning the message written in neat Wutainese for discretion. It stated simply, "wear this tonight you cockslut." The turk chuckled lightly at the vulgar note and placed it to the side. He delicately pulled aside the wrapping paper and peered at the scandalous outfit folded neatly inside.
"You're such dirty man," he whispered happily to himself at the thought of his lover. Slightly startled, the turk's eyes flicked up to the door where someone was currently knocking. He placed the present underneath his desk and used the intercom to buzz his secretary, only to remember he had given her the week off. He hit the red button anyway, knowing that whoever was out there would hear his voice.
"Who is this," he asked.
"The fucking president!" he heard the familiar voice say. He immediately hit the button which unlocked the door with suppressed displeasure. The heavyset man came in, followed by another gentleman who was just as large, though he was slightly balding and wearing a black suit. The Turk recognized the man as Neil Hubert of Hubert Oil enterprises. They had never met formally, but he knew the man from a business magazine. He was very, very wealthy.
"Tseng," the president began, "This is…"
"Neil Hubert," the turk interjected, rising to his feet to greet the man. He immediately felt the man's deep blue eyes scan over his form. Hubert smiled as the turk bowed to him.
"Nice to meet your acquaintance," Tseng said politely. The balding man nodded and crossed his arms.
"So this is the head of General Affairs, hmm? He is a lot different from the previous leader, Verdot," Hubert stated, his eyes still wandering over the turk's form before resting on his face.
"Yes he is very young, but he is very good at what he does. Do not let his appearance fool you," the president commented, followed by a hearty laugh. Hubert smirked as he approached the turk.
"How old are you exactly?" he asked.
"24," The turk responded. Hubert laughed and patted the president on the back.
"Letting kids run the system are we!" he said, before turning his attention back to the turk in front of him.
"So, how come you're not coming to the dinner? I'd really love to see you there," Hubert said.
Tseng clenched his fists by his sides. He knew he wasn't the only target of the president and his perverted comrades attention, just the only who hadn't caved in. He knew that there were others the president whored out to himself and his friends, and they were often people of great influence in the company. It was a supremacy persona. The president wanted those he had an eye on to know that he could have anyone he wished regardless of their rank.
"I have plans," he stated again. He hoped the president wasn't trying to use this man to influence him otherwise. The turk was very determined to be with his lover tonight and he would resist as best he could without being abrasive out of respect.
Hubert frowned and shook his head. "I'm sure whatever fluzie you had plans with is nothing compared to dinning with some of the richest men in the world!"
Tseng resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the man's arrogance. Again he protested.
"I cannot. Perhaps another time, Sirs," he said, trying to sound regretful.
The president groaned turned and to leave. "Fine then turk, but next time for sure."
Hubert smirked at him before exiting with the president. Tseng immediately locked the door behind him and sat at his desk. He didn't want to waste any more time so he turned on his computer and typed up several reports as quickly and efficiently as he could.
He finished thirty minutes later than his original goal but got more work done than he thought he could. The turk turned off the computer and made sure to grab the box underneath his desk. Quite anxious to get to his lover's home, he quickly grabbed his keys and left the office in a hurry.
He did manage to slip on his leather gloves before going outside. The snow was still falling and had decorated his car which was parked in the executive parking lot. As he was headed to his car, he passed the SOLDIER director who just grinned at him as he reached his vehicle.
"fucking freak," the turk said under his breath as he felt the icy blue eyes of Lazard on him. He knew the man liked to mess with him on purpose, to see if he could get some sort of unexpected response from the cold turk, but he hadn't succeeded and probably never would. This fact alone was still not an issue to the director who would certainly keep trying.
His car was freezing on the inside but he didn't feel like waiting for it to get warm. Instead, he used his windshield wipers to clear the snow from his widow and started the car. It would take him another twenty minutes with traffic to reach his destination and the turk was annoyed and anxious, but as he drove and the car got warmer, he grew calmer. Once he was out of the traffic flow, he turned down a side street that led to a neighborhood where the homes were generally more expensive. He pulled up into the driveway and hit the button that opened the garage up. He parked and made sure to not get out unless the garage door was closed. With the box firmly in hand, he exited the vehicle and entered his lover's home.
He flipped on the light switch and sighed in content once the familiar surroundings flooded his vision. After a quick survey of the area, he headed upstairs to the room his lover had bestowed upon him. He entered and shut the door behind him. The turk had to admit he was very excited at the thought of finally being able to do this again. Not wasting anytime, he opened the box and placed the outfit on the sofa. He removed his clothing and folded them up neatly.
The now fully nude turk went into his private bathroom and turned on the shower. He made sure every inch of him was very clean and also used his lover's favorite scented shampoo. The long haired man found himself smiling at the thought that they'd be reunited soon. After his shower, he toweled off and went to the vanity. He admired his appearance for a few moments before he started to apply his facial cleanser.
He then brushed his teeth and combed through his hair while blowing it out with a hair drier. The turk smiled at himself in the mirror as he admired his flawless, silky mane. Tseng absolutely loved his hair and played with it quite often.
With a towel wrapped around his hips, the turk went back into the bedroom to dress in the outfit his love had wanted to see him in. He had made the mistake of ignoring his lover's wishes once by wearing another outfit he thought looked better and the consequences had been very painful. Once he was dressed, the long haired man applied black waterproof eyeliner around his eyes to complete the look. The turk chuckled a bit as he looked in the full length mirror at his appearance. He found it quite comical that only one man in the world had ever seen him like this. If his coworkers or subordinates ever saw him like this he'd thought their fucking heads would explode.
The turk then went to a special chest he'd been given by his lover and opened it. Inside contained six handmade leather collars. Some were very comfortable, and some were not. He'd been given instructions to wear the Maximus, a collar that had spikes on the inside as well as the outside. They weren't blunt either. The spikes could actually pierce skin if the collar was too tight or if he moved his neck the wrong way.
The sound of the garage door opening sent the turk's heart racing. He quickly slipped on black heeled boots and ran his fingers through his silky hair as he raced down the stairs. As much as he wanted to run into the arms of his lover, he knew that sort of behavior was unacceptable unless he said otherwise. Not wanting to be punished for bad behavior, he did as he was trained to do and went into the large living room where a metal cage covered by a sheet was position in the corner.
The turk leader opened the little cage door and crawled inside. It closed shut after he opened it, locking him inside. The sheet covered the entire cage, making it impossible to see anything but shadows on the other side. He grew even more excited as he heard the door open and close. His hands pressed up against the cage as he peered through the sheet to see the shadow of the other man walking up the stairs. He frowned and ran his fingers across the cage walls out of anxiety.
A painful twenty minutes later, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He could see the shadow of the man in the kitchen and started to whimper slightly. Had he forgotten all about him? He thought with great sadness. He heard him pour himself a drink and release a contended sigh at sensation the alcohol provided. Tseng frowned as he secluded further back into the small, but adequately spaced cage.
Just then, he heard heavy footsteps approaching in his direction. Light flooded into the cage as the other man who had been avoiding him lifted up part of the sheet to peer in. Tseng felt his heart flutter once those malicious bright green feline eyes looked at him. He crawled to where the light was and clung to the cage door. His dark lined eyes looked up at the glorious man above him and he licked his lips.
"Master, you're home," he said happily.
"Yes, daddy's home now, my pet," came his lover's deep baritone voice. Tseng moaned softly at the sound of it and began to nip at the cage doors. His lover then removed the blanket completely, exposing him. Tseng looked up at his master, the most powerful SOLDIER to ever exist. His long silver tendrils spilled into the holes of the cage as he leaned down to look at his pet. The long haired turk took this opportunity to sniff his master's hair.
The silver haired general smirked at the sight, before kneeling down in front of the cage with a glass of scotch in his left hand. Tseng moved to where his master was and pressed his lips up against the cage. The general chuckled a bit before leaning forward to kiss Tseng's lips through the metal cage. His tongue slipped though and made its way into the smaller man's mouth. He moaned softly as he kissed him through the cage, his pet desperately trying to use his teeth, though the cage prevented it. The silver haired man released the other man's lips, leaving then slightly pinked.
"I've missed your sweet little lips," the man with feline eyes said before he went in for another one. Tseng moaned softly as his master's tongue invaded his mouth. He could taste the metallic tang of the metal cage as well as the alcohol on his lover's full, sensual lips. He gripped the cage tighter as his passion surged. The dark haired man desperately wanted to please his master and wished that he would soon be released so he could show him how much he missed him too.
The silver haired man released Tseng's lips and stood up to peer down at his sexy pet confined to his cage. His eyes roamed over his pet's body until they settled on his insanely gorgeous face. Gaia had he missed this perfect creation the past month. He didn't think a day went by in which he didn't think about his elusive pet; how wondrous his slender body looked in everything the man wore. When he had a few moments to himself, he thought about all the sexy little outfits his pet wore for him at his command. He thought about different ways to torture his treasure and couldn't wait to act out his desires.
"Did you miss me, my little slut?" he asked as he leaned on the cage, shamelessly gazing at the man's body.
"Sephiroth, I've…" the turk began, until he realized he had broken a rule by using his master's name without permission.
The General's eyes flickered with anger as he stood up and kicked the cage. The pet inside looked up with regretful eyes, but his master was already upset.
"I leave for a month and you forget the fucking rules already?" he said, sounding irate and disappointed.
The cage suddenly took another hard kick, causing the side to dent in. Tseng backed up into his cage, trying to avoid the blows. The general shook his head in annoyance and took another sip of his drink, before he suddenly threw the glass at the cage. It shattered, and all his pet could do was cover his head from the debris. Another swift kicked followed, rocking the cage viciously before he backed off.
Tseng shook his head rapidly. "I am sorry! I didn't mean to say it, master!"
Sephiroth went to the kitchen and poured himself another glass of brandy. Mako green eyes fixed onto his pet's cage as he watched the scandalously dressed man on the inside cling to the door with sad eyes. The general's rage decreased once he saw the look in Tseng's light brown eyes. After Sephiroth had calmed down a bit, he sighed and approached the cage again. He slipped his fingers through the rectangular holes to touch Tseng's head lovingly before opening the cage.
"I'm sorry lovely. I shouldn't have done that. Come on out so I can apologize properly," he said softly. The turk did as was told, but still felt bad for breaking the rules. He made sure avoid the glass on the floor as he stood up before the man that towered over him. The silver haired general outstretched his hand, which Tseng took hesitantly. Sephiroth guided the man over to him and kissed him softly. The general pressed his lips against the smaller man's temple and mumbled out another apology before he backed up away from the turk. The sliver haired man scanned over his pet's body in the outfit he had bought with great approval. He then sat on the sofa with his eyes locked onto the gorgeous man in front of him.
"Tseng, my pet," he said with intent evident in his voice, "Let me see you in this."
The turk did as was told and moved so Sephiroth could get a better look at him. The general knew he had to see Tseng in this the day he had seen it on the mannequin in a sex shop on the way back from his mission. The scantily clad turk had on leather pants that were so form fitting he could see the embroidery of the lacy underwear he wore underneath. The thin leather also framed his long slender legs and accentuated his pet's lovely bottom and hips. His top consisted of a leather jacket that covered his arms and pecks, but left his lean torso exposed. The general loved the thick heeled boots his pet had selected as well. His long, luxurious dark hair was down and the dark liner just completed the look. Tseng had sharp, but delicate features that Sephiroth admired. His mouth was small, but his lips were full and plush; however it was the turk's eyes that drove him crazy with lust. They were a light bronze that could either make him look adorable or downright sexy. Right now, they looked insanely sexy with that dark liner around them.
"Very nice, pet," he said, his voice thick with lust and arousal.
Tseng smiled shyly as his master and lover admired him. Sephiroth always made him feel beautiful. The general stood up from his seat and Tseng made to followed, but Sephiroth halted him with a simple command.
"Stay," he ordered.
The turk nodded as he watched his lover go upstairs. Once he was out of sight, he sat on the plush carpeted floor and waited patiently for him to return. When he did, Tseng smiled and perked up as his master came closer. When the general was over him, he leaned down and hooked a leash to the man's collar.
"Let's go," he said firmly, yanking the leash a bit. The turk knew he had to keep up with his master's pace or the collar would start to pierce his skin. He crawled on the floor in front of his master so he could have a good look of his backside. The long haired turk glanced back at Sephiroth with admiration. His master looked so powerful above him and he moaned at the sight. The gorgeous silver haired general smirked at his pet's obvious gawking and nudged him the rear playfully.
"Take me to the cellar, pet," he commanded. Tseng nodded eagerly as he picked up his pace. His heart was racing at the thought of what was going to happen when he got there. He wondered what his master had in store for him. He guided his master to the descending staircase off the kitchen that would take him to their destination. They walked down the dark staircase with familiarity until Sephiroth flipped the switch.
Tseng tried to go to the large bed as soon as he saw it, but Sephiroth pulled his leash a bit, signaling for him to stop. The turk did, but was a bit disappointed. The cellar was "their" place. All his toys were here and this is where they spent a lot of time. Seeing as how the turk was a bit over anxious, the general tied his pet's leash to one of the many looped hooks on the wall.
"Don't move," he ordered. The turk nodded at this and waited for his master to return. When he did, the general had a few items with him. He placed them onto the bed before he went to untie Tseng. The turk then crawled to the bed on all fours, knowing that his master was watching him, but when he tried to get into the bed, his hair was suddenly yanked back. Sephiroth dragged him back by his hair with a painfully tight grip. The turk hissed out at the sharp pain and instinctively grabbed at the man's hand.
"Did I instruct you to get in the bed?" he hissed out.
"N-no!" the turk managed to get out through the pain. The enraged general then released the smaller man and kicked him to the floor.
"On all fours, pet. It seems in my absence you've forgotten some basic rules," he stated in a sly tone.
Gathering his bearings, the turk pressed his hands and knees to the cement floor. His head hurt terribly, but he could sense his master was very upset with him. Sephiroth circled his little slave with the eyes of a predator. Of course he was very happy to see the man, but not at all pleased with that fact that Tseng had seemed to have forgotten some of the rules. Then the silver haired man's eyes went wide with rage at a possible revelation.
He grabbed the extension cord he kept up on the wall and wrapped a bit around his hand as he continued to circle his pet. Then suddenly without warning, he whipped Tseng's tight leather clad ass with as much force as he could muster. The turk cried out at the abrupt and sharp pain. He felt the thin leather of his pants tear where his furious master had struck him.
Sephiroth moved until he was standing in front of the turk. He placed the heel of his boot atop of his pet's head and applied a bit of pressure.
"Is the reason you've forgotten because you have another lover perhaps?" he asked heatedly. The turk shook his head underneath the weight of the boot.
"I've been faithful to only you!" he said with a slight quiver in his voice. Sephiroth scowled before he reached his arm back and commenced to whipping the turk with the cord. The hits reigned on his bottom and more painfully over his unprotected waist. Every strike felt like lighting against his skin, raising welts and even causing him to bleed. The turk hissed and yelped at every stinging hit. The boot against his head was also getting more forceful, almost as if Sephiroth wanted to crush him.
"You haven't fucked anyone else have you?"the general yelled over the cries of his pet, giving him a particularly forceful whip to the buttocks.
The turk leader was trained to endure pain, but that didn't mean it still didn't hurt. That last hit caused him to release a strangled and cracked cried of pain. He looked up at his master with honest eyes and shook his head.
"I would never betray you," he said sincerely. Sephiroth removed his heel, but he still wasn't so sure the turk was telling the truth.
Tseng was relieved when his master dropped the cord. He looked up through thick lashes at the man who stared down at him with apparent scrutiny.
"Well then, pet," he said as he grabbed Tseng by his hair and a yanked him up to his feet by it, "Then you'd have no problem putting your claims to the test."
With that, he slammed his pet up against the cool cement wall. Tseng hissed out at the rough treatment. Sephiroth grabbed Tseng's arms and placed them high above his head. "keep them there," he whispered into his pet's ear, his tongue nipping over the outer shell sensually. The turk nodded his head and kept his arms up above his head as he felt his lover leave him temporarily.
He felt his blood rushing straight to his groin at the thought of Sephiroth being so possessive over him. It made him feel happy that someone cared about him as much as the great general did. Without thinking, he dropped one of his arms so he could palm his budding erection. He moaned out his master's name silently as his hand moved over the bulge in his pants. The aches and pains of his cuts and welts only made him harder.
A harsh slap to the side of his head caused him to halt his actions. He stumbled a bit to the side but caught his balance.
"I'm sorry master, I was only thinking of you," he said, trying to appease his lover. The silver haired man snickered at the smaller man's poor excuse and shook his head. He grabbed Tseng's wrists and tied them together with a thin, but strong rope. He knotted it and tied them so his captive wouldn't be able to escape. Sephiroth smirked at that. He knew the turk could actually untie himself if he wanted to, but he knew the consequences if he even attempted to.
After Tseng's hands were firmly tied, he tossed the rope over a beam and caught it once it came back down. With a sly smirk, he pulled the end of the rope which caused the turk's arms to be hoisted up over his head. He then tied the rope around a hook to keep his captive in place. The general approached the struggling turk who was trying to get used to his bindings. When the turk was occupied, he shoved the ball of a gag into his mouth and tied it behind his head. Taking a look at his handy work, the silver haired man nodded in approval at his pet's predicament.
"Now I'll see if you've been fully truthful with me," he whispered into Tseng's ear. The turk shivered at the threatening sound of his lover's voice. He felt the man kiss his cheek before he placed his gloved hands onto his ass. The general kneaded the soft, plush flesh covered by thin torn leather. Bright green eyes scanned over his back which was also riddled with welts and blood. He licked his lips at the delicious sight of the bound man looking back over his shoulder with uncertain eyes.
Turning his attention back to the turk's bottom, he hooked his finger into one of the tears and pulled, ripping the material easily. He kept doing this until he had exposed the turk's pale buttocks. Tseng moaned around the gag at the sight of Sephiroth staring at his most private areas.
"Keep your legs apart," he ordered. Tseng did as was told and grunted around the gag when Sephiroth pulled his cheeks apart to peer at the tiny entrance between. The general watched as the tiny pink pucker twitched under his glare. He placed a gloved finger over the little entrance and Tseng quivered, his muscles tensing. It didn't look like it had been used while he was gone, but then again the turk was always so tight he really couldn't be sure without more probing.
He then leaned forward and placed his tongue over the enticing hole. Tseng, bound by the gag, groaned and trembled once his master's tongue licked his asshole. The silver haired man teased the quivering one above him and ran his tongue over his pet's little opening. He tasted so clean and fresh, the general lapped more vigorously over his pet's delicious entrance. The turk arched his back into his master's mouth, loving the sensation. Sephiroth pulled back and looked at the now wet pinked entrance. He moaned deeply at the erotic sight which sent blood flowing to his erection.
Placing his gloved finger against his pet's entrance, he commenced to push his pinky inside the tense muscle, the saliva taking on the role of lubrication. Tseng bucked back as the finger slowly entered him and moaned deep in his throat once he heard a soft swear fall from his lover's lips.
"I suppose you may have been telling the truth. You're so tight around my baby finger I don't think anyone's fucked you recently," he concluded before he removed his finger from his pet's body. He then lowered the rope until Tseng could lower his arms. He didn't untie him, but he did remove the gag. He laced his fingers into the smaller man's hair and pulled him in for a kiss which he dominated without effort. Tseng's mouth felt wonderful as his tongue claimed his mouth.
Tseng moaned without preamble at the forcefulness of the man's embrace which ended all too quickly. The turk soon found himself on his knees with a powerful shove from his master. He looked up at the general above him and licked his lips. The silver haired hero then removed his gloves and tossed them on the bed, all without taking his fierce gaze off of the kneeling man before him. After they were removed, he slowly pulled off his long dark jacket and armor.
A soft moaned echoed throughout the room as the turk could not keep silent or still at the sight of his master undressing. With his wrists bound together, he could only use his legs as he approached the gorgeous silver Adonis in front of him.
"Something you want, pet?" the general asked teasingly. The turk nodded as he continued to cross the room on his knees. Sephiroth held up a hand to stop his pet from getting any closer. Tseng immediately stopped and sat still, awaiting his next orders. Stripped of his armor and jacket, the SOLDIER moved toward his anxious playmate with a smirk. He grabbed the ends of the rope that dragged behind the turk. Next, he used the rope to guide the turk to the bed. Once they were both on the large bed, Sephiroth tied the rope up to the ceiling hooks so that his pet's movement was restrained.
The general moaned in approval at the sight of his sexy pet, bound and very aroused. He smirked at this before he sat up with his back against the headboard. The turk tried to follow, but the rope wasn't long enough for him reach his master. He groaned at the hindrance and looked up at the silver haired man for help. The general chuckled at the sight, and blew a sweet kiss at the bound man before him.
"Please, master," the turk begged, "I've waited so long."
The general raised his leg and pressed his boot against the hardened length of his lover's. Tseng moaned at the stimulation, a mixture of pain and pleasure. He bucked shamelessly into his master's boot, seeking more friction. The general smirked at his horny lover humping his shoe, and applied more pressure to the area. Sephiroth then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, hard and throbbing. He teased the man before him by stroking himself slowly in front of the other while grinding his boot into his erection. Tseng moaned at the sight and struggled against his restraints. He licked his lips hungrily and growled once he couldn't reach the man before him. His dark eyes locked onto the milky fluid pooling at the tip of his master's large sex. It dripped down the side and the turk thought it an awful waste once it plopped onto the sheets.
"Come taste me, little Dragon," he said sensually, causing the turk to lose all semblance of restraint. Dragon was one of their code words, meaning Tseng could act without punishment. Within a matter of minutes, he had successfully escaped from his bindings and wrapped his hand around Sephiroth's hard length. His mouth descended upon his master's cock with a hearty moan. He sucked the flared head fervently, savoring the taste of cum that pooled there. The hardness in his mouth felt so good, so right, that the turk started to take in more.
The general groaned at the sight and feel of the beautiful turk on his cock. As the smaller man bobbed his head up and down, Sephiroth grinned as a he looked down at his pet pleasuring him. He moved the turk's hair to one side, exposing his cheek, which he slapped rather harshly. The turk moaned around his cock at the rough treatment and increased his pace. The general slapped him again and again, his cheek turning red at the abuse. The silver haired man then laced his fingers into his pet's long silky mane. He brought a few strands up to his nose and inhaled.
"Your hair smells divine," he said as he let the dark tendril fall. Sephiroth placed his hands on top of Tseng's head started to shove his head down, causing him to take more of his cock.
"Keep you hand's behind your back or I'll fucking slap the shit out of you," the general warned. The turk placed his hands behind him as his master thrust up into his willing mouth. Sephiroth moaned as he used his pet's moist mouth and grew harder at the sight of Tseng's lips stretched around the girth of him. Seeking to be down the turk's throat, he forcefully held the man's head down until the head of his cock hit that tight canal within his orifice.
Tseng choked on his master's massive length as his gag reflex tried to repel the thing lodged in his throat. He felt his eyes began to water at the strain as he dry heaved around the cock in his mouth. Then his master pinched his nose so he couldn't breathe. Without noticing, his hands went to his master thighs so he could pull away to take a breath of much needed air. Sephiroth growled at this and slapped the turk's hollowed cheek in punishment. The turk placed his hands behind his back and hoped his master would allow him to breathe soon.
Sephiroth watched with sadistic pleasure as his pet strained around his cock. The turk was close to suffocating now and his eyes were filled with tears. The general then decided he could allow the turk a few precious gulps of air. He yanked Tseng's head up by his hair and the turk gasped, taking in as much oxygen as he could. He only had a few glorious seconds of air before Sephiroth resumed the same treatment.
While Tseng was otherwise preoccupied, Sephiroth reached for one of the items and slapped it against the turk's face. Brown eyes opened slightly to peer at the object and groaned around Sephiroth's cock once he saw it. The SOLDIER pulled his pet's head up off his length, and pressed his lips to Tseng's wet ones. They were very tender now, having been stretched to their limit a few seconds ago. He nibbled at Tseng's soft lips, chewing them between his teeth.
"Turn around so I can get a view of your lovely bottom," he said after their lips parted.
The general had been planning to fuck the turk with the toys on the bed, but once he saw that pert, pale ass up in the air he dropped the toy he had in his hand at let it fall to the floor. He groped his bottom and kneaded the flesh there. Overcome with lust, he started to rip his leather pants to exposed his genitals more. The turk moaned as his cock sprung free of its tight confines. The general, not having any lube on him or feeling like getting up to get any, spread his pet's cheeks and pressed his tongue against his puckered hole again.
"Oh! Master, fuck that feels so good," the turk moaned out.
Sephiroth felt himself losing his control as he lapped at the turk's ass. The turk never failed to make him incredibly aroused and he could only blame his long absence for his desperation. He covered the twitching hole with his whole mouth, sucking it eagerly. Tseng cried out at the wondrous feeling of his master eating out his asshole. He bucked back into his mouth with a loud moan and began to stroke his cock.
Once he had loosened the tight muscle, he plunged his tongue into his rosy hole and didn't relent on his rapid pace. He tongue fucked the turk to glory as his cries became higher in pitch. Sensing his master's desperation, he reached his hands back and placed them on Sephiroth's head. With applied force, he pressed the man's face deeper into his ass, which in return made his tongue slide in further.
"Oh fuck, Sephiroth," he cried out loud, taking advantage of his master's name.
When he felt his hole was wet enough, he lifted his head up and wiped off his mouth which had been covered in saliva. Sephiroth positioned himself behind his pet and slapped his rock hard sex against his tiny hole a few times. The turk could feel his silver haired lover's anticipation and knew that he was in for a good anal fucking.
The general pressed his cock against his pet's tiny hole and began to push forward without preamble. Tseng hissed at the feeling of his master's huge cock entering him and gripped the sheets tightly. It hurt like no other but the pain also turned him on, along with the stinging caused by Sephiroth gripping his sore, beaten ass.
Sephiroth groaned at the feeling of being inside his pet. It was a tight fit but he managed to force his entire length inside. Tseng looked over his shoulder and licked his lips as he saw Sephiroth's cock slowly sinking inside him. He winced at the pain when his master suddenly slapped his ass, hitting one of the numerous cuts and bruises. Quite desperate, the general didn't allow for much time to adjust before he started to move.
"Ahh…ahh," Tseng moaned as his master gripped his hips and pulled out, only to slam back in. The turk was in a bit of pain, but he knew it would subside eventually. It felt so wonderful to have his master with him like this again, using his body for his own needs. Incredibly turned on, he started to meet his master's powerful thrusts with a buck of his hips.
"Roll those fucking hips," the general commanded through a pant.
The dark haired beauty stared to rock his hips from side to side, rotating the cock within him as well as giving Sephiroth a show. He grinned as he watched Sephiroth staring hungrily at his ass, as if in a trance. He rolled his hips a bit faster and the general hissed out loud at the sight.
"You like when I do this, Master?" he asked playfully as he wiggled his ass. All the general could do was moan as his sexy pet moved his skilled hips.
The next thing Tseng knew he had been flipped on his back with his master's engorged penis pressed against his entrance. He was reentered and a fast demanding pace was automatically started. In this position, he could see his master's face twisted into beautiful euphoria as he fucked his ass raw.
"Fuck you're so fucking tight there's no way someone's been in here," he said breathily as he gripped his pet's thighs, spreading his legs as wide as they could go to allow for deeper penetration. Sephiroth suddenly rammed into his pleasure bud and the turk's voice cracked, but the assault on his gland didn't stop. It was hit effectively with every thrust and Tseng found himself trembling in pleasure underneath his powerful lover. His hand went to his cock seeking more stimulation as his hole was ravished. He tossed his head from side to side and arched his back as waves of pleasure rushed over him, his voice was growing hoarse but he couldn't stop from crying out whenever his master hit or rubbed against that spot. He could feel his release coming and moved his hand faster over his cock.
"I love you, master," he cried out passionately. Sephiroth smiled at this and kissed his pet on the forehead. He then wrapped his hands around Tseng's cock and started to jack him off with the other man as he pounded into him.
Tseng came hard into his master's hand and cried out as his muscles clammed down around the thick mass within him. Sephiroth suddenly tapped into his SOLDIER strength as the turk tightened around him. He fucked the smaller man at an almost inhuman speed, his hips slamming against his pet's ass. Tseng could only hold onto the sheets as his body jerked forward with each of his master's rapid powerful thrusts.
Sephiroth growled as he stilled his hips to fill his pet with his hot seed. He felt the man underneath him shudder uncontrollably as he released everything he had inside him.
"I missed that tight little fuckhole of yours," Sephiroth said through a sleepy satisfied grin. He gripped Tseng's hips and pulled out slowly, savoring the last few moments inside. The turk hissed at the removal and collapsed onto the bed afterward. The general sighed and wrapped his arms around his pet, pulling him close. He kissed his forehead again as he pulled the covers up over them.
"It's my turn tomorrow, understand?" the turk stated as he snuggled closer to his lover. "Oh, and make sure you clean up that fucking glass, because if I cut myself then you get cut."
Sephiroth rolled his eyes and groaned, Tseng's bitchiness signaling the official end of their role play. Tomorrow would be Tseng's day and the General could only imagine what his feisty lover would do to him. Sephiroth got off on dominating and abusing his lover, where as Tseng had a different approach. The turk's methods were pure, unadulterated torture and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy every single second of it…well, almost.
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