Arthur was beautiful. It wasn't a word Alfred had ever thought he would apply to the punk, but as he watched the green of the smaller male's vest top slide against his pale skin and slowly reveal his back, it was the only word he could think of. Well, beautiful, and damn sexy. And it looked like that tattoo he was so curious about went lower than the Brit's shoulder blades. Damn.

It was obvious that Arthur was still trying to tease him a little by taking his time with this, but Alfred honestly didn't mind. For once, he was enjoying it immensely. The fact that Arthur was stripping for him was enough, and really it was hot to see such a slender body exposed so slowly. And that tattoo—it was a rip-skin, with colors underneath that looked like…oh. Ooh. He was definitely going to drag his tongue over that.

Finally, the vest top hit the floor and Arthur hugged himself, glancing over his shoulder with wide, uncertain green eyes to assess the other blond's reaction. Alfred was grinning, one side of his mouth quirked up higher than the other as he examined his soon-to-be-lover's body. Beautiful. Sexy. Perfect. And all his for the rest of the night.

Hell yeah.

"I like this," he commented in a low voice, reaching out to stroke his fingers along the inked portion of Arthur's back. Rip-skins had always seemed like a cool idea to him, but he'd never seen one in person. Now that he knew it was what Arthur had, he was almost surprised he hadn't thought of it himself. Of course the smaller male would have a rip-skin of the Union Jack. It made perfect sense.

"Thank you, Master."

Man, he enjoyed hearing that more and more every time Arthur said it. For someone as sarcastic and snarky as the Brit was, he was pretty damn good at the whole submissive thing.

"You're welcome." Moving closer, Alfred settled his hands on the golden blond's hips to hold him still as he ducked down and gently licked the tattoo. Arthur smelled like peppermint, matching the candles on his windowsills, and Alfred wasn't the least bit surprised. Weren't mint leaves green? Yeah. Arthur would totally smell like mint. The touch of his tongue made the green-eyed boy shift, made his back arch slightly and it sounded like he'd breathed in a little more sharply than normal. "You like that, Artie?" Alfred whispered, keeping his head lowered so that Arthur would feel his breath on his back. "That feel good?"

"Yes…"

"Good." Slower this time, the taller blond licked the tattoo then let his tongue trail along the ragged edges of Arthur's "ripped" skin. By the time he made it all the way around, Arthur was trembling in his grasp and he was pretty sure he'd heard the Brit mutter under his breath once or twice. It was funny and kind of cute. But as much as he would have liked to continue with these gentle licks and maybe graduate to kisses and then bites and maybe hickeys, he also wanted to see how well the smaller blond would do with continuing to follow orders, so he placed a lingering kiss on one of the marks he'd left on Arthur's neck a little while ago then stepped back again. "Finish."

Arthur nodded meekly and busied his hands with the task of opening his belt. It was the black leather kind with the silver studs that go all the way around, so it never went on or came off easily, but he had plenty of practice with it. So when he had the buckle open, it was a matter of patience that he managed to slowly slide it free of his skinnies and dropped it on the floor off to the side. He made sure to lower his head while he worked on the button and zipper, making himself look smaller to help with the game he'd started. Alfred really was doing a fantastic job—no one had ever reacted to his tattoo quite like that and he'd really enjoyed the athlete's treatment. It was different and…nice. He was kind of surprised Alfred actually liked it, since most merely tolerated it. In fact, he'd been teased about it before, which had ended with the other guy sporting a black eye and blue balls because Arthur never fucked anyone who dared to make fun of him.

But Alfred liked his tattoo. Alfred was playing along with his game and doing brilliantly. Alfred was making Arthur genuinely feel small and submissive and it was hard to come by partners who could do that since the Brit had such a strong personality. But Alfred was doing it. How was he ever going to be satisfied with anyone else after this?

Maybe…maybe if he was really good, if he was just absolutely fucking brilliant, the jock would want to do this again sometime. Maybe it could be a regular thing. God, he had to be perfect. He had to make Alfred want this just as much as he did or he would spend the rest of his high school career regretting this and wishing he'd done something different and hating anyone else the jock decided to date or sleep with, and he really didn't want that. That would be horrible, the worst sort of punishment, and he really wasn't prepared to deal with heartache over someone like Alfred Jones. Seducing Alfred into wanting no one but him was just about his only option.

Slowly as if he was uncertain, Arthur slipped his thumbs inside the waist of his trousers and started to tug them down. Now was a moment of revelation. What would Alfred think? He had to realize that Arthur couldn't wear regular pants under such tight clothes, but this might be a little too much for the athlete. Almost nervous, he let his leather skinnies pool around his ankles and carefully stepped out of them, nudging them closer to his belt with his toes.

"Damn."

There wasn't enough intonation in Alfred's voice for Arthur to know if that "damn" had been impressed or surprised or disgusted. He was curious as hell but he didn't want to look if he was going to see the other male frowning. Still, he couldn't just stand there, either, so he hugged himself again and stood with his legs held close together, head as low as it went.

"Is…Master pleased…?" he asked softly, looking down at his own skinny, pale body and hoping with every fiber of his existence that the answer would be yes because getting this far into the game only to ruin it with something as silly as what pants he wore would be the worst thing. This was too good for it to end with Alfred leaving in a hurry and him having to masturbate just to be able to function normally again.

"Hell yeah." Okay, he was definitely impressed, and that put so much relief into Arthur that he almost sighed.

"I'm glad," he replied instead, smiling to himself a little.

"So am I."

Even though he didn't hear it, Arthur felt the other male moving closer and nearly shivered with anticipation of Alfred's touch. First, hands ghosted over the tops of his shoulders and stroked down his arms all the way to his wrists, then back up past his shoulders to his neck. Thumbs rubbed into the hair at the nape of his neck for a moment before those hands began the journey southward, following his spine and caressing the shape of his ribcage. When the touches neared his hips he straightened, lifted his head and tilted it so he could just barely see Alfred out of the corner of his eye.

The taller blond looked transfixed, his blue eyes locked on the body he was touching so carefully. Down to Arthur's hips where the American's hands paused to rub before ever so gently sliding onto thighs that were even paler than the rest of the green-eyed teen's body. Al's fingertips caressed the soft skin they found and stroked back up to encounter the thin bit of string that encircled the smaller blond's hips. They caught it and curled, making Arthur wonder if he was going to be wearing it for much longer. But Alfred didn't tug on it in any way, so maybe he meant to leave it, at least for now.

"Such a tiny scrap of fabric to cover such important parts, Arthur."

Ugh fucking hell the way Alfred purred his name just about drove Arthur mad. And the tone he used? Like he thought Arthur had worn it purposefully for him—maybe he had, maybe he hadn't—or like he should know better than to dress in a way that left him somehow vulnerable, was perfect for this game. Arthur felt almost embarrassed and like he should apologize, though he wasn't entirely sure what he would apologize for.

"Hmmm…it looks good on you, though. And it's so easy to move," with one finger, Alfred gently pulled at the string until it came away from the smaller blond's ass, "that I could fuck you with it on. Would you like that?"

God yes. Please. That would be so fucking hot. It would be torturous and embarrassing and it would be fantastic.

"If that's what Master wants."

"But I want to know what you want, Arthur. Do you like wearing your pretty little thong? Does it make you feel sexy?" Alfred was smirking as he asked, voice low and husky, eyes watching the slight shiver that went through his new pet. "It doesn't really matter to me. I'm going to fuck you no matter what you're wearing, but if you want to keep it on, don't be afraid to say so."

"I…um…yes…at first…"

"Then you can keep it on for now."

Arthur nodded jerkily, almost painfully aware of the fact that Alfred still had the string of his thong caught on his finger and could easily snap it if he wanted to. But he was going to let Arthur wear it for a little longer yet and honestly the idea of the athlete shagging him while he wore it was pretty damn sexy.

The real question now was what would Alfred come up with next? Would he make Arthur lie on the bed? Kneel? Dance for him? Another breath-stealing kiss? There were so many possibilities that he didn't even want to try to figure out what the other teen might come up with.

"Now, Arthur," both of Alfred's hands moved up to settle on the shorter blond's shoulders and he put his mouth by Arthur's ear to whisper, "I remember you saying something about me wanting to tie you up. So, why don't you be good, and get out your toys? I know a dirty boy like you has plenty of them."

Wow. Okay. No one had ever picked up on that before. Yeah, he had quite the collection of sex toys, but he almost never got them out for a request. Most of the time, he didn't even tell his partners he had them. Alfred's guess was a lucky one.

"Yes, Master." Keeping his gaze down in a submissive fashion, Arthur stepped out of the taller male's grasp and moved towards his closet. Inside, up on the top shelf and shoved back where it wasn't noticeable, was an unmarked box. Arthur was overly aware of eyes on him as he went on his tiptoes to reach the box and finally managed to pull it down from the shelf. When he turned, he dared to glance at Alfred and found the athlete smirking sexily. Just that look told him that he was in for one hell of a night, and he set the box on his bed with a certain amount of apprehension.

"Open it."

He did.

"Take everything out and set them neatly on the bed. I want to see what all my options are."

Yeah, this was going to be one hell of a night.

Being careful, Arthur emptied the box and set each toy on top of his comforter, making sure they were neat and organized so that he wouldn't incur some other sort of punishment from the athlete standing beside him. It was the first time someone else had gotten to see this, and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it. This was Alfred Jones, someone he went to school with and was going to have to see nearly every day for over a year, and he was about to use any combination of the items Arthur had just set out.

"I'm impressed, Arthur." That was such a fucking understatement but he didn't know what else to say. "Wow that's a big collection of sex toys"? "Where did you get them all"? "Can I use them all on you"? No way was he saying anything that stupid. But, holy shit, he hadn't even known this many types of toys existed. Arthur had it all and if he hadn't been playing the role of Master then Alfred would probably have been a little intimidated. Clearly, the smaller blond was more experienced with this sort of sex than Al was.

There was a thick black collar with a ring for a chain—said chain was neatly coiled beside it—and a pair of padded handcuffs. Blindfolds. Gags. Vibrators and dildos in shapes and sizes that Alfred would never even dreamed existed. Cock rings of varying size and color—did that one glow in the dark? Wow. Fuck, there was a riding crop, too, and a bunch of leather straps with buckles that were probably restraints of some kind. Lotions and oils and at least three different types of lube, too. Yeah, he was definitely going to try out quite a few of these.

"Does Master know which ones he wants to use?" Arthur was looking up at him, still with that wide, innocent expression that promised he'd do anything Alfred wanted.

Hmmm….yeah.

Silent, Alfred picked up the collar and wrapped it around the smaller blond's neck, fastening it securely but not so tightly that Arthur wouldn't be able to breathe. It was already going to be hard enough or the Brit to catch his breath without added constriction. As soon as the buckle was set he latched the chain onto the ring and gave a gentle tug to test it, smiling slightly when it made Arthur lean forward. His grin grew and he used the chain to pull the green-eyed male towards himself until they were chest-to-chest, and he held Arthur there as he leaned down to kiss him. Teasingly, tauntingly, tasting his lips and nipping at them, using his tongue to toy with the snakebites. He could feel Arthur trembling against him, knew the punk wanted to grab him and deepen the kiss but was holding back with everything he had. It was amusing, to say the least.

When he was satisfied that he'd pushed Arthur's patience to the limit, he slowly drew back and kissed his new pet's forehead. "Good boy."

A whine sounded in the back of Arthur's throat but he didn't say anything, merely waited for Alfred to make his next move.

Alfred kept his grip on the chain firm, though he allowed the Brit to take a couple steps back, and set his gaze on the remaining toys. It would be sexy as hell to cuff the shorter boy, but he thought those straps would be pretty damn hot, too. Maybe he could do one then the other. Cuff him to the headboard and drive him insane…use the straps while fucking him so he was completely helpless…yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

"Hands." It was said casually but expectantly, and Arthur obediently held his hands out in front of himself as Alfred picked up the handcuffs. As if he'd done it countless times, the bespectacled blond locked one of the cuffs around a delicate-looking wrist then caught Arthur's chin in his hand. He lifted, forcing green eyes to meet his own, and smiled. "Would you like to know how I'm going to punish you?"

For a moment, Arthur was quiet as he considered the question, then he licked his lip and nodded as much as the larger male's grip would allow. "Yes, Master, please."

Still holding onto his chin, Al set his free hand on Arthur's lower back and pushed to bring him forward, pressing their hips together so the Brit would know exactly how turned on all of this was making the athlete—Alfred was satisfied to feel that his pet was just as aroused. "I'm going to tease you until you break, Arthur," he whispered, so close that his lips almost brushed against the other teen's, "until you're crying and begging me to fuck you, screaming out in that pretty voice of yours. I'm going to make you lose your mind and then I'm going to do things to your sexy little body that no one's ever done before. By the time I'm finished with you, you won't even be able to look at me without remembering how it'll feel for me to touch you, or the all the ways I'm going to make you scream. After this, you'll be so busy trying to keep from pleasuring yourself at the sight of me to ever dare tease me again. Understand?"

His pupils dilated and mind busy picturing everything Alfred had just described, Arthur fought his body's urge to buck and grind against the larger male and nodded slowly. "Yes, Master…"

"Good." Stepping back, Alfred tugged at the chain with a little more force than before. "Clear off the bed, but don't put any of those toys away. I'm not finished with them yet."

Arthur whined and did as he was told, aware that Alfred was watching his every move with a hunger that convinced the Brit that he wasn't going to be in any sort of shape for life tomorrow. It was a good thing he didn't work, otherwise he would have had to call in sick, or gone in and been completely useless. When he had the bed cleared, the toys moved to his desk where Alfred would easily be able to get to them throughout the night, he turned and looked up at the American. "What next, Master?"

Good question. He wanted to make the pierced musician lie on the bed so he could cuff him to the frame and torment that perfect body until Arthur begged for him, but he also wanted Arthur all over him and that couldn't happen if he tied the Brit down. Damn, this was harder than he'd thought. There were so many options—how was he supposed to choose?

I've got all night. Why not do it all?

Well, that settled it.

Grinning, the blue-eyed teen sat on Arthur's bed and settled comfortably against the pillows. The chain was pulled on until Arthur came forward and crawled up to him, their faces only an inch apart.

"Pleasure me."