A/N: This chapter is rather short- it's being used for the reader to get a feel for the characters, the next chapter is long, though.
Tags: Masturbation
Alfred sat in front of his computer, still shaken from the events earlier. The large toy was still inside of him, stretching his hole in the most pleasurable pain ever. He shifted a bit in his spot, looking over the text box, trying to compile a timeline of the events in his head. After a bit of thinking he began to type, his fingers moving rather quickly, detailing the events from an hour back.
'I was going to replace my vibe when I ran into someone I knew in the sex shop. I hid out in the bathroom for a bit, but some guy walked in on me. I didn't really know what to do, but he acted like he knew me. He told me my toy was impressive. And that his was a lot bigger.'
Alfred could feel himself grinning, his cheeks heating up at the memory. He took another second to think, before leaning forward and beginning to type, clearly getting more into this reply than the last- he liked the juicy details and that's what his followers were looking for.
'I didn't know what to say, but I think he got that I was gonna do whatever he wanted. He just kind of had that around him, you know? He just knew. And he asked if I wanted to see his. I dropped to my knees and waited, mouth watering. He let me feel it. It was huge, and I hadn't even seen it yet. When he pulled it out it was soft and it was still huge. It was fucking gorgeous.'
He began to shift in his seat, beginning to grow harder as he remembered it. He stopped typing for a second so he could stroke a few times, before reaching back up to type again, slowly grinding against the toy, his toes curling under him.
'He let me suck on it. It was the most delicious thing I've ever tasted, better than McDonald's. He talked so dirty to me I felt like a goddamn whore, and I loved it. He had an accent, it was Russian I think. It made it just that much sexier. He told me if I could get half his huge cock in my mouth then he would let me suck in the glory-holes.'
Alfred didn't stroke his cock, but instead set the vibrator at a low setting, shifting it so he had some pressure against his prostate, his eyes fluttering. He swallowed thickly, running his tongue over his bottom lip and beginning to type, this time much slower.
'He talked about how he envied my master, and then what he was going to do to me. I was swallowing so much dick I started to cry, I couldn't breathe. He said I was dedicated and let me speak, asking if I had a master at all. When he found out I don't have one and I've never had one he didn't really do anything, he just bribed me again with the glory-holes.'
Another crank of the vibrator, sending shakes along his body, hands trembling violently under him. He struggled to type from the pleasure, though refused to turn it off. He was getting off on just recounting the memory of what had happened. It had literally been like a dream come true.
'Once I choked down half his cock he just pulled back and made me follow him. I brought my toy and lube and he brought me to the glory-holes. The guy on the other end handed over like forty bucks or something and stuck his cock through. I was halfway through blowing him when I realized it was my roommate- the guy I was hiding from earlier which got me into this mess- and I sort of freaked. But my new master didn't let me run, so I finished my blow. I had to listen to that trashy bitch imagine what I looked like.'
Alfred snorted in frustration at the memory. Arthur was an annoying shit, but in retrospect, he was the one who had gotten him laid. He wanted to thank him and punch him in the face at the same time. He leaned back in his seat, pulling the keyboard closer and typing quickly.
'After he got off and came all over my face I got to fuck myself on my new vibrator. I felt like a goddamn whore and I loved it, my ass is aching just at the thought. He told me to give him a show, and he set the vibe up to the highest setting. I thought I was going to die. He told me if I was good enough he would cum in my mouth.'
He finally reached one hand down, stroking himself fluidly as he typed with one hand, his eyes fluttering and his lips falling open. a whore. He liked that. He liked being treated like a whore, he liked feeling like a whore, he liked being a whore.
'He said if I gave him a good cumshot then that would do it, and I came so fucking hard, I wanted to scream. I felt like the biggest slut around and I wanted more of it. He grabbed my face and came in my mouth. But before he made me swallow he inspected me and made me feel dirty and humiliated and I just wanted to spread my legs so far he took pity on me to shove his dick in along side my vibe.'
Now he was making things up- but it wasn't too out of the question. A bit of DP was subtle compared to the shit he had done earlier. Anyways, people wanted to hear about actually getting fucked not just blowjobs, his followers wanted to hear about every hole of his getting abused... But damnit, he almost wished that had happened.
'He told me all that cum would dry out my mouth and said he'd give me something to parch my thirst. I opened wide and he gave me a big, hot mouthful of piss. That was kinda the most vanilla thing I thought would happen right then.'
Ha, piss being vanilla. A lot of people probably didn't ever think of it that way. Alfred pressed his fingers to his bottom lip, swiping over it for a second, before smiling to himself. Pictures. He would need to take pictures after he finished this.
'When he was done he grabbed my wallet and took my ID and said I'd get it back soon. My ID can show him where I live. I can just imagine him coming to get me- in the middle of the night when my roommate's not home and pressing my face down and just fucking me like some common animal.
When I left he had paid for everything, and the cashier said he'd picked out three videos for me. I just took them and left, I haven't watched them yet. I think I'll do it when my roommate is gone tomorrow.'
Alfred finished up his typing and leaned back, giving his cock a couple strokes, before standing up and grabbing his camera. First he took a picture of himself- shoulders down of course- of the vibrator inside of him, labeling that as "What I fucked myself on while he came all over my face."
Next he pulled out the vibrator and spread his ass, showing off the red and raw hole, clearly abused and probably aching. He didn't add a comment to this one.
Finally he took a picture of a close-up of his mouth, tongue hanging out and pretty white teeth bared. This one was also unlabeled.
He grinned to himself and posted the pictures and story onto the kink site, his lips drawn into a grin. He rarely posted, the occasional picture, sometimes a live stream, but mostly he lurked. Finally, though- finallyhe got to say something.
Surprisingly, Alfred got a lot of attention. He had posted into the right boards and tags. He was suddenly flooded (and by flooded he maybe got ten messages and responses after twenty minutes) with people either envying him or asking to know his location, so they could give him a good shag too.
Alfred was more than happy with the attention, lips drawn into a broad grin and eyes bright. However, each message asking if he'd like to be fucked was responded with the same answer, "No, he's my master now. I won't fuck anyone but my master."This was a bit of whimsical thinking, he didn't even know the man's name and chances were the man wouldn't want to actually be his master... but he could pretend, at least for a little while longer.
The American sat in his spot for a few more minutes, before finally standing up and grabbing all of the toys, hiding them in the back of his closet, just in case Arthur came home early.
Despite Alfred's public announcement, the messages kept coming. Asking him what he would like done to him, if he liked a certain kink, what his safeword was, anything and everything personal and intimate. He gained quite a few new readers and followers.
He did end up answering a few of them, explaining some of his biggest kinks- exhibition, spanking, complete submission and how Captain was his safe word - or, at least it would be if he actually fucked- he didn't say that part.
The telltale sign of the door opening and closing signalled that Arthur was home for the day. "Alfred? Get your twink ass out here, I'm hungry!"
Alfred hurriedly clicked out of the sites he had up, before erasing all of his history- he didn't need Arthur to find out about his little hobby of these sites. He was already called a lot of degrading names and Arthur didn't even thinkhe was gay, if Arthur found out he not only liked men, but liked all of those fucked up kinks, well, he'd never hear the end of it.
With a frown, he closed his laptop and walked out of his room, glaring at Arthur. "Then go get some fucking hamburgers from the store, I'm not your damn butler."
"I'm too tired. I just worked a full's day shift! Where were you? Sitting at your computer again and jacking it?" Arthur put his hands on his hips, leering at Alfred. "Come on, make me some dinner, I'm tired and I just made rent money."
Alfred frowned, staring at Arthur with pursed lips. The man hadn't spent all day working, he'd gone to a damn sex shop... But he couldn't call him on it, so he just needed to grudgingly nod his head and walk to the kitchen, pulling out some different ingredients. "Why don't you bring Francis over?" He tossed the the food onto the counter, leaning down further. "He's always good at makin' shit from scratch."
"The frog isn't stepping foot in this house. Lord knows he'd boink you, knowing you love a good dick. I don't want to be traumatized by that." While Francis also received a lot of ill-mannered humor from Arthur, it was less so than Alfred's. Because Francis 'couldn't help himself' because he was French. Arthur's reasoning.
Alfred could feel his cheeks heating up red out of anger, though to Arthur it probably just looked like he was more embarrassed than anything. "Shut up." He through a tortilla at Arthur's face in frustration, before starting a fire on the pan and beginning to cut up some potatoes. "It's not funny! Just invite him over so he can cook for us!"
"It isn't funny!" Arthur didn't mean any of those as jokes. Kind of. "I don't want him in our flat, he'll get his...froggy-ness all over everything and I'll have to scrub the entire house."
The chopped potatoes were thrown in the pan along with some herbs and salt and a good amount of butter. "Why do you even hang out with him if you dislike him so much?" Alfred didn't have a lot of feelings towards Francis, he was a bit annoying, kind of really fruity, but he was a good chef and that was pretty important to Alfred.
"Why do I hang out with you if I dislike you so much?" Arthur didn't actually dislike them, as much shit as he gave them both. It was just his way- he heckled them and pushed their buttons. Francis had long gotten over this. Alfred was still working on it.
"I'm putting laxatives in your food," Alfred hissed under his breath, turning off the fire and grabbing a plate for himself so he could dump in some of the cooked potatoes and walked into the living room, plopping down and grabbing the controller. He put on sports, watching the violent game with half lidded eyes.
"I'll use your bed as a loo." Arthur wasn't kidding, he really would. "That's not the point. Besides, your food is fine. Not as good as mine but it will do after a long day of work."
"I'm sure you were workin' real hard," Alfred drawled under his breath, finishing up his plate pretty fast and setting it aside with a quiet sigh. "You go ahead and enjoy being a complete bitch, I'm going to my room to work on my homework. Don't bother me."
These were the types of events that Ivan hated. As part of 'the one percent' he typically had to attend them. It was either that or lose business and clients, and affluent friends. Ivan was new money, he had to grease his elbows to staythat way. Of course, at the same time he hated doing it. But anything to keep his lavish lifestyle up to date.
The people there talked with an heir of narcissism, looking down their noses at each other and speaking about things they hadn't a clue about, just regurgitating what they'd heard others say. They hummed and pursed their lips and talked down to anyone and everyone.
Ivan was constantly checking his Rollex. Just another half hour and it would be acceptable for him to leave. He had more fun and more important things to do than sit around and wait for the next person to give him an approving smile that wasn't laced with greed and backstabbing thoughts.
It was good that he wasn't actively waiting for that, because it never happened.
Every time Ivan would come near a couple, the man would frown and the woman would flutter her eyes. Ivan was an eligible bachelor, rich and big and attractive, the women wanted him and the men hated him- but, of course, they never vocalized their frustration with him, he had too many connections, it wouldn't end well on his part.
The most annoying were the single women, they practically flocked to Ivan, chests out and voices high and flirty.
Ivan never outwardly rejected them, he openly flirted right back. But that was as far as it ever went. Honestly if he were going to bone a vanilla woman from the upper class he'd go for a married woman- they were starved for sexuality and sexual pleasure.
The women were just short of grabbing Ivan's cock when the half hour mark finally reached. They exchanged glances whenever one would get too close to him, becoming increasingly territorial. The older men were always trying to set their daughters up with Ivan, though it always seemed to no avail.
"I'm afraid I must bid you adieu, ladies... I have a prior engagement," Ivan chuckled as he slowly detached himself from the women. He was glad to be out of there, all that semi-cat fighting was really getting on his nerves. He went around to say goodbyes to just a few people before he took his leave, mysteriously and inconspicuously.
Ivan was driven home by his chauffeur and tromped his way through his large house. It was little less than a mansion, really. He told his maids they were dismissed for the evening, handed them all a nice little tip and then headed to his study where he could sit down at his computer and relax.
The first thing that came up with a kink forum, a long list of unread topics that had recently been posted. They were labeled different eye catching things, meant specifically to draw people in and get attention. Some were asking for hook ups, others were retellings of encounters.
Ivan opened up all the encounters in new tabs, ignoring the ones begging for hook ups. He didn't much care to actually find people who were actively looking for it. He preferred to do things on the fly. Like that pretty little pet he had seen earlier... Oh boy, had that been fun.
The threads mostly followed the same timeline, a submissive talking about being fucked or gangbanged (a lot of them sounded made up), or a dom talking about how slaves he had, again, made up sounding. One in particular was different. It was written out with good grammar and had some pictures to go along with it.
Ivan read along, soon enticed by the words used. It sounded like some kind of fictional creation. But oh, no. Ohhh, no. This was not fictional. Ivan knew for a fact that this was not fictional. He grinned as he saw the pictures, knowing for sure what he had read was exactly what he thought it was.
Ivan pulled out his wallet and flipped it open, taking out the ID card that he had taken from his cute little impromptu pet, examining his features and his information on the card.
"Alfred Jones," he chuckled as he ran his thumb along the laminated plastic. "Let's see where you are..." He went to google. Google was a good friend.
