Chapter Four: Roll over.
Two weeks had passed by since Greg had confessed to Grissom. Grissom had taken care of everything from processing Greg, and make sure he had everything he needed, to speaking for him in court.
Over the days in the first week, some of Greg's stuff like clothes, shaving supplies and soap, and the less necessary stuff like his Marilyn Manson CDs, and his collection of DVDs and his trusty PS3, had found their way in to Grissom's home.
Grissom had forced Greg to take at least two more weeks off. Greg had said he would have like to go back the same day as the trailed end, but Grissom gave him an ultimatum: two weeks off or lose the job- easy choice from his side.
"Greg? Are you here?" Grissom's voice rang out. "I have something to show you."
No answer- it was something that scared him. Last time he had gotten home, and no one answered him. He had found Greg hanging over the toilet throwing up, one day before the trial because of a dream in which the jury didn't find Frank guilty and he ended up stalking Greg, even at the lab.
"Greg?"
"Yes, I'm in the study."
He walked in to find Greg on the computer surfing some S&M site, and playing some music.
"Hey, do you ever get tired of that?"
"Nope." Greg was in his own world. He had told himself that just because Frank had ruined five months of his life, and misused everything BDSM stood for, he was determined to not let it screw up everything he had experienced before.
Gil had decided to bring his three week old plan to life. He had had his eyes on Greg for a long time, and now finding out that Greg was into not just guys, but S&M too, pleased him, since he was an old veteran in that game. Gil had, since high school, known that he liked boys more than girls, and at college he was like Greg, into S&M and BDSM in general.
"Greg, turn of the computer."
"I just found some really good sites."
"Turn of the computer now, Pet."
Greg turned his head around at the words, and stared at Grissom, who only gave him a sign so he would follow him.
Greg hurried to power it down and started looking for Grissom.
The young man found him standing at a door that had been locked the whole time he had been there.
"You sure you want something like this?"
He bit his lower lip. God how long had he been dreaming of this day?!
"Yes." Greg spoke out loud. "Master." He added, smiling.
Gil opened the door, and pushed it open.
The room behind was big, and painted in a soft red color. In the middle was a big bed with four posts, dominating the room. The bed was made in massive dark wood, with bedspreads that matched the walls.
At the far end wall, a big trophy looking closet in the same wood as the bed was placed in the middle and there were shelves on either side of it.
The shelf to the right was filled with towels, lubricant, creams, bandages and condoms. And on the left side shelf there were dildos of different sizes, leather cuffs, and other things, like whips, and cock rings.
At the right wall there was another door that lead to a bathroom. On the left wall some stuff was mounted on the wall that Greg had never seen.
"Strip, pet." Gil interrupted. Greg looked over. "And lay on the bed."
Eager to do as he was told, Greg stripped off his clothes and put them in a hamper next to the door.
"Good boy." Grissom said, as Greg got on the bed back down on the mattress.
"Safe word?"
"Lab rat." That rewarded him with a smile.
"Likes and dislikes?"
"No breath play or wiping. Pain/pleaser is always a go. Dildos are okay, never tried much out to be honest."
"What about bondage, pet?"
"I've only been tied up by Frank."
"I see." Gil walked over to the right side shelves and pick up some lubricant and a condom.
"Are you 100 percent sure Greg? You can always say stop, you know that right?"
"I know… I really want this Grissom."
"At home you can call me Gil, and in hear I only want to hear Master. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Master."
Gil stripped as well before joining his pet on the bed.
He start sucking lightly on Greg's neck, rewarding him with deep moans, before he travelled up to bite and suck on his earlobe.
After doing the same on both sides, he started attacking Greg's nipples. At the very moment he touched his nipples, Greg arched his back off the bed.
"You liked that didn't you, my beautiful boy?" It was more a statement than a question.
"Yes, Master… Please…"
"What? What do you want, Pet? Tell me!"
Greg was panting hard, is dick was hard and the pre-come was running down his cock. Grissom let his hand wrap around it and stroke slowly up and down.
"I… I want… God!"
"You want what, Pet?"
"I want you to fuck me." Greg swallowed hard "God, Please Master, take me, please, don't stop now!"
"That's what you want, Pet? You want your Master to fuck you so hard you won't think straight when I'm finish with you? Tell me!"
Gil's voice was as demanding as a drill sergeant in the U.S Marines and that turned Greg on even more.
"Yes, Master." Greg barely got out, too lost in the sensation of Grissom's hand on his dick.
Gil put some lube on his fingers, before slowly teasing Greg's hole, then pushing in the first finger.
When he was sure Greg was ready he pushes a second finger in and scissored them.
Greg let a moan out. "Fuck… Yes… More please, more!"
Gil added a third finger, and aimed for Greg's prostate, and right on target, Greg arched his back off the bed as Gil hit just the right spot.
"GOOOODDD!" Greg yelled out as he came in Grissom's hand, harder than he ever had.
A/N: So what do you people think? Not too bad for my first sex scene?