I don't own Fable and all that jazz.
After Party Fun
The gray sky finally opened up, letting down a torrential downpour that would likely make some of the roads impassable for a day or two. Not that it bothered Reaver any, he didn't have any travel plans for the next two days anyway. His managers could look after the factories without him, seeing as how that is what he hired them on to do. If anything, he felt glad that the rain held off until his party ended. He rather liked watching it rain while he ate breakfast at his study desk. He knew not to take his breakfast in the dining room; it would only feel empty and a bit lonely after his party.
At the thought of his party, he grabbed his glass of fresh juice and quickly finished it off. He stood and headed for the door, leaving his gloves and hat behind. He'd slept in a bit longer than he expected to, but that only gave his guards and servants more time to get his special guest ready. His wounds had been looked after; he'd been given food and the servants made sure he cleaned up. They had made sure to properly prepare him for Reaver. He expected to have nothing short of a marvelous day ahead of him.
He slipped into the bathroom to freshen up his breath. It just wouldn't do to go kissing someone right after he ate. He really did prize good hygiene; it was the only thing that kept him from dragging some of his dirty workers into his office to shag them in the middle of the day. He just couldn't get past the dirt on their skin and their smell. You'd think that after all these years more people would have started caring about proper hygiene, but apparently not, it was really such a pity. It was always a shame when good looks got hidden by filth.
"Barry!" his gaze darted around as he stepped into the hall. Barry quickly came hurrying around the corner, his shoes tapping against the floor. Reaver didn't wait for Barry to reach him to address him. "I'm going to be in my playroom for a while; I don't want to be disturbed for any reason."
"Yes, Mastah" Barry bowed, his speech impediment screwing up the r.
Reaver frowned at him. "And fix your clothes, purple and orange don't go together. I can't have anyone thinking that I hired a butler so incompetent that he can't even dress himself correctly," he huffed. That outfit of his really did look hideous. Barry had to have had a nasty hang over if he was daft enough to pair a bright orange vest with a purple coat. Plus the purple of his cravat looked several shades darker than his coat. "If your clothing isn't fixed by the time I leave my room, I'll whip you," with another huff, Reaver turned and headed towards his bedroom. He could hear Barry skittering away, likely headed to his own room to change.
By the time he reached his bedroom door, he started humming. He closed the door and headed towards the open passageway leading to his playroom. The sound of his cane tapping against the floor echoed down the passageway. His humming abruptly stopped when he spotted his guest and noticed that he'd actually fallen back asleep since he'd been tended to. He took a moment to take in the sight. With the man in nothing but a plain pair of pants, he got an eyeful of his lean body. The chains shackling him to the bed posts gave him enough slack to let him rest his arms against his pillows beside his head as he slept. He looked peaceful as he slept with his mouth slightly open. His wavy brunet hair reached the bottom of his ears, a piece of it laid over his face and Reaver gently pushed it to the side to get a better look at his smooth skin that held a hint of a tan to it.
He used his cane to jab the man in the side. The man woke with a start, his chains jingling as he hastily sat up
"I always did find rainy days the best days to sleep in myself," Reaver mused out loud, his gaze still raking over the man's body.
"What do you want?" the man glared.
As Reaver sat down on the edge of the bed he could practically see the man tense. "I never did care for rude guests. Treating your host with respect can get you far, at least farther than a shallow grave." He stared at the man, resting both of his hands atop his cane. "Since neither you nor your companions would talk before, I decided it would be a pity to kill you all so fast, you wouldn't have learned your lesson. Watching you fight at my party last night was rather fun and I hope you learned from it," Reaver smirked as the man's features twisted into anger. "Now that you got to watch the rest of your friends make a mess of my arena floor with their insides, I hope you will be more cooperative. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you will answer them like a good lad."
"Why should I? You'll probably kill me either way," the man uselessly tugged at his chains.
"Now that's just not true," Reaver waggled a finger at him. "I was hoping to make a deal with you, but if you don't cooperate then I'll just kill you."
The man narrowed his eyes at Reaver. "What kind of deal?"
"First of all, what's your name?" Reaver leaned towards him.
The man hesitated before answering. "William."
"Well William, as of late I've been running low on guards. It just so happens that two of them were complete imbeciles and decided to drink on the job which only inhibited their fighting skills. They both got their intestines ripped out by a balverine so at the moment, I'm looking to hire on new guards and your fighting skills are perfect for the job. I pay well and despite what you may have heard, I don't go around shooting my staff all willy nilly," Reaver gestured with his hand to emphasize his point. "Good staff are hard to come by, I do punish if you make a lot of mistakes, but not in a way that will make it harder to do your job since I always expect top notch work."
"And if I did screw up, how would you punish me?"
Reaver could see the curiosity burning in William's eyes. He hadn't thought he'd get him interested so fast. "For you, I think a good round or two of rough sex would do it."
At his words, William kicked at him but Reaver was faster and moved out of the way. "Now don't be that way," Reaver jabbed him in the ribs with his cane, earning a flinch from William. "I know from experience that you are reacting that way because you've either never been with a man before, or you hate me. Or it could be both, I suppose," Reaver walked to the wall displaying some of his toys and slid his cane into an empty slot. Around it hung blindfolds, handcuffs, restraints, dildos, cock rings, and various other toys. He reached for the leather flogger. Holding it securely in hand, he walked back towards the bed, watching as William eyed up the instrument with distaste.
"You're going to whip me?" a slight tremor ran through his words.
"Only if you don't cooperate, or you ask me to." The look of fury on William's face only made Reaver's smirk deepen. "Now tell me why you and your friends wanted to out my secret society."
William took a long moment to answer, regarding Reaver with a scowl before answering. "No."
Reaver cracked the flogger against William's stomach with a loud smack, leaving red marks behind. William let out a hiss of pain.
"Tell me, or I will hit you harder." When Reaver didn't get an answer right away, he cracked the ends of the flogger against him a second time, drawing out a yelp.
"It was all about revenge, okay?!" William half shouted his answer. "They planned it and asked me to join," as he spoke his gaze stayed glued to the flogger. "Charles, the short one, you killed his brother a few months back, he started the planning. We all joined because of our grievances with you. I don't know why the others joined; they didn't tell me much, just promised to pay me a lot if it was successful. They wanted my fighting skills."
"And what exactly is your grievance with me my dear boy?" Reaver raised his eyebrows at him. He didn't remember ever meeting him before, so he couldn't recollect any activities he'd done that could have drawn the man's ire.
"You stole my fiancée," The words came out quiet and a faraway look crossed his face.
"Did I now? I don't recall ever stealing anyone, I don't date, I only play around."
William frowned at him. "You slept with her once. From what I understand, you saw her in Bowerstone Market and decided you wouldn't mind a go with her, so you fucked her on the dining room table that I had bought for our new home."
Reaver gave a long hum of acknowledgment. "I do remember that. I was unaware that she was engaged, not that it would have mattered." Reaver felt a little disappointment when William didn't lash out at him. He just looked…sad, distraught even.
"We would have married last weekend, but after that she became obsessed with you and broke things off."
"If we are discussing who I think we are, I do have a restraining order against her. I couldn't bring myself to shoot her though; I find practically worshipping me an admirable quality in anyone."
William's face darkened. "Benjamina…she won't give up on you. She's not even the same person she used to be. You've destroyed her."
"I did nothing of the sort!" Reaver huffed, feeling rather offended that his guest had just insinuated that having sex with him could ruin someone's life. Well maybe it could if he somehow inadvertently killed them, which had happened before, but that wasn't the point. Anyone should feel grateful for having a chance to be ravished by him, how they reacted after the fact wasn't his problem or his fault. Giving a lady a good shag wasn't grounds to go around accusing him of ruining her life, in fact, the last time he had a run in with the lass she looked rather happy. She'd practically thrown herself at him and cried from pure happiness at just seeing him and making someone cry tears of joy just from gracing them with his presence did stroke his ego.
"Perhaps she just wasn't right for you. You're a handsome young man, I'm sure you'll meet many willing women yet. If not, I can help you out. I'm sure I can find many young eligible women for you."
"That's not the point."
"Then what is the point?" Reaver absentmindedly tapped the flogger against his leg as he raised his brow at William.
"The point is that you're a dirty bastard who doesn't care about others."
The words didn't bother Reaver any. Then again, he couldn't really disagree with them. "Since you already knew that, then just how stupid are you? You must have had a death wish to join that little gang plotting against me."
"I might have," William quietly admitted with a grim look on his face.
"Death wish or not, you did fight impressively in my arena. After that experience, do you still want to die?" Reaver watched him closely. "Did it feel good watching your companions die while waiting for your turn?"
"No," he wouldn't look at Reaver as he replied and he wore that far off look on his face again.
"Ah, that's what I thought. Since you can't get your little revenge on me, how about I help you get your own revenge on your dear Benjamina? After all, you shouldn't be blaming me for her sudden lack of interest in you. It wasn't like I forced her, I merely asked and she practically threw herself at me," Reaver leaned over William, his voice dropping. "I was only the catalyst that finally made her leave you. She's the one that broke your heart dear boy, not me. So how about a little revenge?" Reaver reached out with his free hand and let it trail down William's chest. Oh yes, his body certainly would do with that nice, lithe form of his. If he sunk his claws into him now, perhaps he could train the boy to fuck him back properly. It'd been a while since he let himself be had by a man.
William squirmed under his touch and gaze. "What do you want from me?"
"Do you remember that deal I mentioned earlier? As a reward for letting you go free, I want to be able to have some fun with you," he leaned in even closer and in response, William turned his head away. Reaver grinned at that and moved to whisper in his ear. "I promise that you will feel fantastic. You haven't lived until you've had another man's cock inside you," he nipped at his guest's ear. William gasped in response and jerked away. "What's it going to be?" Reaver climbed atop his him, straddling him with a smirk. Now he could see the blush on William's face. "Have some fun, or die?"
Reaver reached out and turned William's head towards him before leaning down to capture his mouth in a kiss. When his guest didn't reciprocate, Reaver started grinding on him and a moment later, he found eager lips kissing him back. He tossed the flogger onto the floor and used his hands to explore his guest's body. Beneath him he could feel William's body responding, his bulge becoming more and more prominent. Reaver used his hands to tweak William's nipples and in response, William bucked his hips up into him. No doubt the aphrodisiac that Reaver had the servants slip into William's drink had helped get this reaction from him, but he didn't have to know that.
Reaver brushed his tongue over William's one last time before pulling away to slide down his body. He reached out and undid the buttons on William's pants, then instructing him to lift his hips, he pulled them off. His servants hadn't bothered putting anything else on him, likely William had given them enough trouble for them to not want to bother with any other clothing. William's erection stood tall, bringing back Reaver's wolfish grin. The lad had a decent size, a bit average, but big enough. He could still see uncertainty in those hazel eyes that watched him, but no matter, that would be gone soon.
He reached out and stroked William, giving him a few good tugs before repositioning himself. Smiling, he made eye contact with the lad while he bent his head down, taking him into his mouth. The look of shock of the lad's face thrilled him. He could already see that uncertainty being burned away by desire. With Reaver working William's cock with his mouth and hand, it didn't take long before he started moaning and bucking into Reaver. Some men always acted so surprised that they enjoyed being with another man, which Reaver never understood. After all, who knew how to please a man better than another man?
Reaver ran his tongue in circles over the tip of William's cock, pressing his tongue against his slit. He started bobbing his head up and down, deep throating him to increase the pleasure for his guest. In his mouth and hand, Williams cock twitched as it leaked salty precum. Reaver worked him with his mouth a minute longer before moving to use only his hands. He wrapped his hand tight around William's cock and jerked his hand up and down the shaft, slowly increasing his pace while his other hand massaged his balls. A few fast strokes later and William twitched and came with a moan. Grabbing a towel off of the stack sitting on one of the bedside tables, Reaver cleaned the mess up. Then he threw the towel down on the floor and climbed to his feet.
With William watching him, he began to strip down, taking his time with it. He relished the way the lad's eyes raked over him. His eyes would go from desire, to fear, then back to desire all over again. When he revealed his rather large erection, a frown tugged at the corner of William's lips.
"What's wrong? Too small for your tastes?" Reaver teased.
"Isn't that… a bit big to go in?" William eyed him warily.
"No need to worry that handsome head of yours, you seem to be forgetting who you are dealing with. My talents are renowned for a reason," Reaver turned to face his wall of toys, taking a short moment to deliberate before picking out a cock ring and a butt plug. William didn't say a word when Reaver fastened the ring on him, instead his gaze stayed glued to the butt plug, that frown of his deepening. "Don't worry; it's not for you, only the cock ring is"
Reaver hummed while he grabbed a condom and fit it over the toy before lathering it up in some lube that he pulled from the drawer of one of the bed side stands. With it ready to go, he gingerly sat it on the stand, resting his knees beside William's shoulders.
"Time to repay the favor," Reaver instructed as he moved to dangle his cock over William's mouth. With his hands still chained up, William had no other option but to use his mouth. Reaver watched as the lad took him in his mouth. He struggled without being able to use his hands, but Reaver didn't mind. The feeling of the tongue flicking over his tip and licking down his length still felt good. With one hand, Reaver held onto the bed frame to support himself. With his other hand, he reached around to prepare himself for his toy, slipping a finger inside himself, shortly followed by another.
He let William lick and suck him for a few short minutes before pulling away and grabbing his toy again. Moving to kneel beside his guest in the large bed, Reaver held his toy in place with hand while he slid himself onto it with a satisfied hiss. With the edges of his mouth curving up, he turned his attention back to his guest.
"Roll over onto your stomach."
William cast a worried look towards Reaver's cock before rolling over, the chains clanging as he did so. Reaver spread William's legs and kneeled between them.
"Just relax," Reaver instructed as he massaged William's ass. It took a moment, but he finally relaxed as Reaver moved down and massaged his thighs, his fingers rubbing in circles. Reaver lubed up his fingers again before prodding one inside William's puckered hole. William let out a low hiss in response. Reaver didn't let up; he worked at loosening him up. When he felt his guest starting to tense up again, he crooked two fingers in him and massaged his prostate, earning a surprised gasp. He kept it up for a bit, smirking when William started grinding himself against the sheets.
"I used a special lubrication, you know," Reaver spoke as he went back to loosening William up. "It'll help you relax and feel good. It's a bit pricey but well worth the results." In response he only got a small whimper as William tried to buck against the sheets. Deeming him ready, Reaver positioned himself to enter him. He guided himself in, pushing in slowly until he buried himself to the hilt. Beneath him, William breathed heavily, his hands balling the sheets into his fists.
Letting William get used to him first, Reaver stayed still while he massaged him again. Finally, he started moving, rocking gently. He bit back a moan at the feeling of being buried inside William. The feeling of the toy in his own rear only made it feel better. With each thrust he increased his speed, working up to a quick pace.
"Does having a man fuck you feel good?" Reaver's voice came out husky, sending a shiver through William.
"Yes," William practically squeaked it out.
Reaver changed his aim, hitting William's prostate as he moaned beneath Reaver. "Tell me that my cock feels good or I'll quit," Reaver bent down, resting his weight on his elbows so that William could feel his breath against his neck.
"Your cock," William let out a gasp as Reaver hit his sweet spot again. "F-feels good," he shuddered.
Reaver increased the force of his thrusting, his gaze drinking up the sight of the man beneath him. The chains clanged whenever William jerked in pleasure. Reaver couldn't help but to let his mind wonder at what else he could plan for future romps with the man. If he could make him a guard, he'd have access to some of the fantasies his mind was already dreaming up. Being the voyeur that he sometimes was, he was already plotting up ways to watch William fuck some pretty little lass. Then Reaver could take him afterwards. Reaver could have the man lusting after him like his little Benjamina yet.
After a few more perfectly positioned thrusts, William came with a moan, his muscles going into a spasm around Reaver who kept up his thrusting. His moaning intensified as he rode his orgasm out and Reaver slammed into him, excited by the sound. As William came down from his orgasm high, Reaver came, burying himself to the hilt and resting on top of William. They both took some time to catch their breath.
"You came without even having your cock played with this time," Reaver kissed William's shoulder before climbing off of him, sliding off his condom and tossing it into the small bin by the bed stand.
"That orgasm felt more intense than usual," William mumbled. Reaver rested against the pillows beside William who watched him through half lidded eyes.
"That orgasm was the result of the cock ring paired with a prostate orgasm. Feels good, right?" Reaver gave a low hum. Reaver glanced at William, noticing that he looked on the verge of dozing off. He reached out to poke him in the side. "Don't you go to sleep on me, we aren't through yet."
William gave a small groan. "What more could there be?"
Reaver reached up to free his guest from his chains. When he did, William didn't move from where he lay on his stomach. Reaver grabbed another condom and the lube and sat them in William's hand.
"Once you can get it up again, get yourself ready."
William raised his eyebrows at Reaver. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Well that is why I prepared myself earlier. I don't trust a first timer to do it right," as he spoke, Reaver lifted up his hips and pulled out the toy from his ass. Pulling the condom off, he added it to the garbage before sitting the toy on the stand. "Come on now, get yourself ready," Reaver tugged at himself, his cock rising again in his hand. Feeling ready himself, Reaver moved onto his hands and knees, glancing around his shoulder to watch as William prepared himself.
"Do I just…stick it in then?" William asked as he moved to kneel behind Reaver.
"Yes, I already prepared myself; just make sure you use a lot of lube. Don't worry about being too rough, I don't mind it rough," Reaver winked. He could feel William getting into place behind him, his cock prodding Reaver's entrance. Reaver chewed on his bottom lip in anticipation. It really had been too long since he'd last done this. Back in his pirating days he used to have anal all the time, with a ship full of men it was often his only option. He had trusted a few of his crew members to give him a good fuck when the mood hit him. Nowadays chasing after women was oftentimes the easier option. Some men just weren't adventurous enough to test their sexuality.
Reaver let out a groan of relief as William slid inside him. As William began thrusting Reaver rocked his own hips in rhythm.
"Harder," Reaver clawed at the sheets as William obliged him, slamming into him hard and fast. If William hadn't been holding onto him by his hips Reaver would have toppled forward from the sudden momentum. At least his guest knew how to fuck well, a little more training and Reaver could have himself a nice toy to play with, one that he wouldn't tire of too quickly. The force of William's thrusting did hurt a bit, but Reaver enjoyed the pain. It felt like the lad was pouring some of his anger into that thrusting. Reaver would have to take a potion to soothe the pain later, especially if he wanted to do any sitting.
Reaver passed the next few minutes in bliss, eventually lowering himself onto his stomach to handle the force of the thrusts better. At the feel of William biting at his shoulder, a move he thought was meant to anger him, Reaver only moaned. It felt damn good and there was no way he was going to let this man waltz off into the sunset after all of this. William would be a good addition to some of his parties; perhaps he could make him his personal guard for a bit, not that he needed one. It would be absolutely grand to be able to get a good fuck on his way home from his factories; it'd be good way to let off some steam.
William's anger only made the sex better. Reaver didn't mind when William flipped him over onto his back without asking, or even when he held Reaver's arms above his head.
"Dirty bastard," William growled into his ear, before giving him a rather deep and forceful thrust. "Nothing but a whore," William bit him again and Reaver eagerly bucked his hips in pace to the thrusting. Outside of the bedroom those words would have earned William a good punch, and depending on his mood maybe a bullet, but in the bedroom those words turned Reaver on, they made him shiver. His only regret was that he couldn't stroke himself, but having his hands held in place above his head was just as exciting. He liked being manhandled in bed now and again; he liked being on the opposite end from what he was used to, it made sex more exhilarating.
"That's it," Reaver purred. "Fuck me like a whore." Reaver felt glad for picking out that cock ring, he liked how long William was lasting. William growled at him and reached down to tug at Reaver's cock. That was it, those tugs were enough to send Reaver over the brink and he came, squirting rather vigorously as his orgasm rocked through him, making him spasm and moan. In the midst of his orgasm, William followed him over the edge, collapsing on top of Reaver as he panted.
"Now that was just marvelous," Reaver panted before rolling William off of him. "I bet that was a shag worthy of making your dear Benjamina jealous," Reaver frowned in disappointment when he didn't get a rise out of William who looked too worn out to care.
"Let me sleep now," William mumbled as he tossed his condom into the bin and buried his head against one of the pillows.
Reaver reached out and gave his ass a good slap. "Rest up, you start your training as a guard tomorrow," he ignored the groan that came from William. Reaver winced as he climbed onto his feet; he definitely needed to drink a potion to ease that soreness. He cleaned up with another towel before dressing. By the time he headed for the door, William already slept soundly on the bed. Reaver whistled this time as he walked through the passageway to his bedroom. Who knew recruiting a new guard could be so much fun? Maybe he'd even go back later for another round.
Please let me know if you enjoyed this! It's what motivates me to write these. Also, feel free to make any idea suggestions!
