My Master
Chapter 3
It was about 8:54pm, and the sun was setting in the summer sky.
Tino laid slightly curled up on the couch, thinking about what could ensue that night, with a mix of nervousness and slight arousal pooling in his stomach.
He shuffled slightly.
He hated to admit it... but the sheer weirdness of the activities, and the fact that it was considered taboo to some people, interested him. He got butterflies in his stomach when he finally came to the decision that he liked to be, well, violated like that. But he wanted to try those things out on Berwald, too.
"Hey, Tino, are you okay? You wann'a beer?
He turned his head, and faux-smiled at the Dane towering over him.
"Mathias, you know I don't drink!" He laughed, smiling awkwardly.
"And I'm fine. So don't worry."
Tino sat up, and left the couch.
"You look really red, are you sick?" Or are you thinking of your boyfriend?" He added, smirking.
The Finn stopped for a split second, but continued to walk towards the kitchen.
"Mat, don't be silly, I'm just a tad thirsty, that's all!" He said quickly, panicking.
He turned around, and bit his lip.
"And I don't know what you're talking about... me and Sve are just good friends!"
He hurriedly went through the open door into the kitchen.
"We heard you and him." Lukas's deeper voice calmly commented.
By this point, Tino had frozen, his back to the two men, with his eyes wide open.
"He certainly treats you rough, you were making a lot of noise. You seemed like you were enjoying it a lot as well." The Norwegian continued, still concentrating on his book.
"Mmh.."
The blond grabbed a cup from the side, and quickly filled it with water.
"Yeah, Luk is right... who'd have thunk it, huh? You were super loud. I bet Berwald was enjoying it loads too.."
Tino tried to ignore it, and looked up at the clock on the wall.
9:07
9:07
"Crap!"
He put the cup down with a thud, and ran for it.
Thud Thud Thud.
Berwald looked up at the door.
"Come in." He quietly mumbled, putting his 'items' aside.
A head popped out the side of the door as it opened, accompanied with as shy, waving hand.
"Hm."
"Hey, Sve." The blonde said breathlessly, closing the door behind him.
"Been running?" He said, staring at his wife.
"Um, no, I was late for meeting you. So I ran... so I guess I did... what are they?
The Finn pointed at the puddle of black and silvery shiny items on the floor, breathing slightly quicker.
"Tools for you and me."
Tino looked at his face, as if to say, 'Are you serious?' in both a doubting and happy way, before glancing at the items again.
"That's nice-" He began.
"Tino, do you see this collar around my neck?"
Berwald began to unbutton the top of his shirt, revealing a black leather strap, buckled tightly.
The Finn looked up, and his eyes opened slightly wider.
"When I wear this, I am your pet. You are in control, and you control me, when I wear this.."
He looked down in awe and shock at the Swede, who was now kneeling on the floor in front of him.
"When you see me wear this, I am yours and you can do whatever you like to me."
He proceeded to unbutton the rest of his shirt, and, taking his time, placed it at the side of his bed.
Tino watched avidly, not taking his eyes off him now.
Bringing his hands up to his nipples, he began rubbing himself slowly, and finally looked up at at the blond.
His face still maintained the same, almost angry expression, except this time, his eyebrows were turned up slightly, in a face of want.
"Come play with your pet, Tino."
To be continued..
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