Show Me Yours and I'll Show You Mine

by hologalaktik

Alfred's a jock and Arthur's a punk and neither of them think that mix would go particularly well. When the chance arises, however, the boys strike a deal for a little test run. Rated: MA

6. Chapter 6

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Just a head's up, this thing is hella long. Like, more than five times as long as my normal chapters are. If you're going to read this, make sure you have plenty of time, or mark where you left off so you can finish it later.

Enjoy!

"Aaah! Nnn….f-fuck…Master…!" Arthur couldn't help how desperate he sounded, or how loud he was being. Not with the way Alfred was mouthing his cloth-covered prick. Even through his thong he could feel the heat of the larger blond's breath and the wetness of his tongue. If the fabric wasn't already soaked, it soon would be from the way Al kept licking and sucking at it.

The chain to his handcuffs rattled as Arthur lifted his arms, trying to reach down and hold onto Alfred's hair. His knees drew up so that his thighs framed the American's face; it would probably have been sexy to see if not for the blindfold.

"J-Jesus Christ…" Toes curling, the Brit tried to lift his hips only to feel hands grip his thighs and shove them open as far as they would go. The sudden stretch in the muscles around his groin made him gasp, and he was quick to struggle against Alfred's hold. "Master!" he whined when he wasn't released, pulling against the cuffs again. "That hurts!"

As soon as he said it, the mouth on his groin stilled, and Alfred gently released his thighs. Relief at not being stretched made Arthur sigh and he slowly brought his knees back up as he tried to catch his breath.

Lips brushed against his hip. "Sorry."

The apology made Arthur smile a little. "It's okay. I'm just not that flexible."

"Still sexy, though."

Arthur couldn't help but laugh, albeit breathlessly. "Good."

"Ready to keep going?"

Smile still in place, the smaller male shifted against the blankets then nodded. "Go ahead." He felt the mattress dip as Alfred moved, and rough-palmed hands slid down his sides seconds later.

"We're not stopping until you beg, my pet," the bespectacled blond purred, hands settling on Arthur's waist. "Not until I think you're really sorry for your mistake."

Choosing not to reply, Arthur focused instead on the light puffs of breath against his hip. He knew Alfred was going to bite him. The git was probably just waiting for him to get impatient like last time.

Any second now.

Not much longer.

Any second.

A frustrated growl escaped the Englishman. "I know you're—fuck!" His stomach arched into the air and his eyes went wide behind the blindfold. "A—Master!"

Hearing the catch made Alfred smirk even as he bit down just a little harder. Arthur had almost called him by name again, which was definitely not allowed even if it was ridiculously sexy. For a reward, he started to rub and squeeze the soft flesh beneath his hands as he sucked at the spot he'd bitten. It was going to turn into a hickey, just like he wanted, and it wouldn't be the last.

Slowly, as Arthur trembled below him and Alfred continued to massage the punks sides just below his ribs, the blue-eyed blond gentled his bite until the darkening flesh slipped from between his teeth. He licked lazily, adding to the claim he'd just made on the other boy's body.

"Master," Arthur breathed, for once not struggling against his restraints.

"Hm?" The jock began leaving open-mouthed kisses on Arhtur's hips and thighs, his breath hot against the smaller male's skin.

Bloody hell that was sexy.

"I…um…kiss?" he asked, voice small and shy. He lifted his head, looking down at where he knew the other teen was and smiling winsomely. "Please?"

"Well," Alfred purred, crawling up his pet's body, "since you asked so nicely." Grinning, he leaned down to put his mouth barely half an inch from Arthur's then stopped, waiting. For several seconds, Arthur waited to be kissed, then whined in the back of his throat and reached forward. But the breath he'd felt against his lips vanished and he encountered nothing but empty air.

"Master," the punk pouted, only to inhale sharply through his nose and tilt his head to the side at the touch of lips on the side of his neck.

"Hush. I said I'd kiss you. I didn't say where."

The breaths caressing his neck made Arthur want to shiver, but he resisted and fixed his pout in place once more. "Master knows what I meant."

"Yes." Another kiss, this one on the other side of the Brit's neck. It felt nice, but it wasn't what he wanted, which was exactly why Alfred was doing it. The git was teasing him.

Rather than let his impatience get the better of him, though, and ignoring the uncomfortably wet fabric that was trapping his dick, Arthur poked his bottom lip out and tucked his chin to his collarbone, shielding his neck from any more kisses his Master might be about to put there. "Was I too bad to get kisses, Master?"

Alfred pulled back enough to look at his captive's face, amused by this new tactic. It was cute, he had to admit, and he was pretty tempted to give in and kiss the smaller blond. Too bad for Arthur that he wasn't about to give up any of the power he'd been enjoying so far.

"Yeah," he whispered, after he thought he'd let the punk wait long enough for an answer, "you've been so bad that I should just leave you here like this. You don't even deserve the pleasure I was going to give you."

That took the wind out of Arthur's sails.

"You wouldn't," the tattooed musician responded after a moment, though he didn't sound very sure about it. "Master wouldn't be so cruel."

"I might be."

Before he could stop himself, Arthur whimpered and shifted against the bed nervously. "Don't. Please don't," he begged softly, sounding exactly as scared and needy as he was. It would be the worst thing possible for Alfred to do to him, just leave him chained up and horny with his thong soaked in the athlete's spit from that torturous fuck of a blowjob. Part of him knew, of course, that the taller blond would never actually do it. Alfred wanted to shag him and wouldn't pass up this chance, but the threat was enough to subdue him. As Alfred sat and watched him, the punk clenched and unclenched his fists and chewed on his lip, the rings catching on his teeth. "Don't," he said again, wishing he could see the other boy so that he could know for sure how serious Alfred was. "Master, please." His voice cracked, and a hand cupped his cheek a second later.

"Shhh, baby," Alfred crooned, stroking Arthur's cheek with his thumb, "I'm not gonna leave you."

Relief was slow to replace the irrational fear. "….really?"

"Really. I just wanted to make sure you appreciate what I'm doing for you."

Arthur nodded eagerly and pressed his face against Alfred's hand. "Yes, Master, I do. I do."

Chuckling, Alfred held the smaller boy's head still so he could lean down and kiss him. "Good."

As soon as he felt lips against his own, Arthur pushed himself up off the mattress as far as he could and parted his lips in invitation, head tilting to increase the contact. This was what he'd wanted in the first place, just a kiss, and he'd definitely earned it. He was just disappointed when Alfred pulled away without having deepened it or biting his lip or anything.

"Is Master going to continue my punishment?"

Before he answered, Alfred moved back to kneel between his pets legs and lightly ran his hands up Arthur's thighs. They were so soft, so warm and supple and just begging to have all of his attention for a little while. So, by way of saying yes, he lifted one of the punk's legs and licked along Arthur's inner thigh. The action earned a quiet gasp and his grip was tested weakly before the shorter blond gave up trying to pull his leg free. That made Al grin before he squeezed a little and bit the place where he'd just licked. Lightly, while he sucked and licked. He wanted to leave a mark, but not a bruise. Nothing that would diminish the perfection that was his pet.

When he was satisfied with his work, he lowered Arthur's leg then returned his attention to the task at hand. It was time to torment Arthur until the little bastard begged for him.

The short reprieve did nothing but make Arthur nervous. What was Alfred waiting for? He'd just put a hickey on the punk's thigh, and Arthur knew the other boy hadn't gotten off the bed. Alfred's weight was still settled between his legs. So why hadn't he done anything else?

"Master?" he eventually spoke up timidly, shifting his legs a bit. "Is something wrong?"

"Not at all." Hands stroked up his thighs again then stopped on his hips, holding them down. "I was just admiring how pretty you look, all hot and eager for me, chained up and spread open." Alfred tone dropped into a husky whisper as he spoke, and the combination of that with what he'd said had Arthur blushing and looking away.

Pretty? Alfred thought he was pretty?

"Ah…um…thank you…" he mumbled, embarrassed.

"You're welcome."

Without warning, pressure was added to the hold on Arthur's hips and he gasped half a second later when the same wet heat that had tormented him earlier returned to his groin.

"M…Maaaster!" he called out, stomach arching in an attempt to lift his hips. "Aaah!" Already he was breathless and trembling, muscles straining against the cuffs and Alfred's hold on his hips. God he wanted to buck. If he hadn't been pinned, he'd have been writhing, fingers tangled in Alfred's hair, hips rolling and twitching. But he couldn't do any of that, and he wasn't even sure that was a bad thing. He rather liked being held down.

"Ooohhh my god…!"

Smirking, Alfred repeated the action of dragging his tongue over the stiff shape of Arthur's cock. He watched the way the punk shuddered, and noted with amusement that Arthur was digging his nails into his palms. The golden blond had also tried to pull his knees up again, but Al's arms were in the way so he couldn't.

This was too much fun. He could easily have watched Arthur squirm for hours on end. But he wanted so much more than just that.

As if he'd decided to give the punk a break, Alfred left a gentle lick on the lump beneath Arthur's thong before pulling away slightly; his thumbs caressed sharply defined hip bones. Slowly, Arthur relaxed against the bed and let out a shaky breath. He was trembling and flushed and panting—the absolute picture of need.

Perfect.

Alfred hummed quietly as he used one hand to tug at the black fabric, pulling it to the side until Arthur was exposed. The punk was biting his lip and holding his breath in anticipation. It would have been easy to just take the thong off, but it wouldn't have been as kinky that way. Besides, the contrast of black fabric against Arthur's milky flesh was just short of mesmerizing. And the way his cock looked, forced off to the side by the thong that still trapped Arthur's balls? Sexy. Fucking sexy.

Just the sight made Alfred's mouth water. It made him impatient to have the smaller teen. He wanted to skip all this toying and teasing and get to the good part, but no way was he going to do that. Arthur wouldn't like it, and he definitely didn't want to disappoint the person he was supposed to be pleasuring.

Besides, a good Master would never skip his pet's punishment.

So Alfred left the thong where it was and slid his hands around to cup Arthur's ass. It was warm and plush, fitting so perfectly into his hands that he just had to give it a squeeze. Arthur whimpered at that, knees pulling up until they encountered the obstacle of Al's arms again.

With a chuckle, the jock lightly blew on his prisoner's length, blue eyes hooded. The coolness made Arthur's hips twitch a little and his cock bobbed enticingly.

"Such a cute pet," Alfred purred, lifting the smaller blond's hips and leaning down at the same time. He didn't take Arthur into his mouth—that would have been too nice—instead running his lips up the side of the punk's length as he let out a slow, hot breath.

"Nnn…Master is…very good at that," Arthur forced out, tense all over again. Even though he wasn't going to admit it just yet, these simple touches were nearly enough to make him cum. It wouldn't take much more.

He didn't receive a reply, but that was understandable. His Master's mouth was busy, after all, and he probably wouldn't have been able to say anything else anyway. Not with the way Alfred had started to lick and suck at him without actually swallowing him. And those hands, rubbing and kneading and squeezing his arse to add to the aches of pleasure in the pit of his stomach.

No, he wouldn't have been able to talk, not when he couldn't even breathe without moaning.

"Haah…Master…I…" Pulling against the cuffs, Arthur struggled to sit up even though his feet were barely touching the blankets. A warning nip to the underside of his length made him freeze and he bit his lip, hands curling into fists.

The licking started again, Alfred's tongue hot and teasing as it dragged and rubbed. He sucked, latching his mouth onto Arthur's still semi-trapped cock, and listened to the whimper-like moan that escaped the punk. Rattling sounds told him that Arthur was fighting his restraints again, but he let it go this time and stayed focused on his task.

Shit shit shit he was close. Oh god. Where had Alfred learned to do this? It was horrid and teasing and so wickedly good that Arthur was squirming against the blankets. His eyes were screwed shut behind his blindfold, jaw clenched as he breathed heavily through his nose. Why hadn't the git taken him yet? His fingers were already digging into Arthur's backside. It wouldn't take much for them to be three knuckles deep in the Brit's body. Or at least he could get a proper sucking off! But no, the athlete was too busy treating him like some damned lollipop!

Jerking against the cuffs so hard that it would leave bruises on his wrists, Arthur put all of his strength into thrusting his hips upwards. "Master!" The word left him in a frustrated shout, revealing how very desperate he was. As he relaxed again and began to fall back, Alfred's hands vanished from his backside. He landed on the mattress, bouncing slightly, and whined to realize that he was no longer being touched in any way.

The golden blond hesitated before daring to speak. "Master…?" he asked timidly, aware that he must have done something wrong if Alfred had stopped touching him. "Master?"

"You don't get to cum yet."

Hands grabbed his hips and flipped him onto his stomach so quickly that Arthur couldn't do anything more than gasp in surprise. They yanked before he could gather his thoughts, forcing his ass into the air, and he instinctively pulled his knees under himself to support his own weight and relieve some of the discomfort he felt from that strong grip. It was only then that he realized what Alfred had done to him.

He posed me like a slut! A horny bitch! A cat in heat!

"Adorable."

Arthur tensed.

Smack!

"Aah!" the punk cried out, shoulders hunching as his entire frame jolted forward. His ass stung where it'd been slapped and his entire frame trembled. That had been one hell of a hit.

"Go on, Arthur."

Smack!

"Fuck!" Tears began to gather behind his eyes.

"Tell me what you want."

Another slap had Arthur biting his lip so hard he was surprised he didn't taste blood. "Hnng!"

"And be specific. I wanna know exactly how my naughty little pet wants me to punish him." Gently, Alfred cupped the smaller male's reddening cheek and stroked it with his thumb. The skin radiated heat and was undoubtedly sensitive, so he wasn't surprised to hear his pet whimper even though he was being careful not to press too hard. "Hmmm? Come on," leaning down, he kissed the edge of Arthur's still-forming bruise, "tell me what you want, pretty pet."

Too out of breath to respond right away, Arthur let his neck and arms go limp. His fingers shook just slightly against the pillows, and his thighs were trembling with the effort of holding his hips up the way Alfred wanted. Such a sharp curve in his spine was uncomfortable, but he didn't dare complain. It wouldn't have done him any good. And then there was the pain in his ass, centered in his right cheek where his Master had spanked him, hard and good. Hot, delicious pain, and the tiny pricks that came with Alfred's caresses. His Master was so good to him.

A shudder went up Arthur's spine when he felt a tongue drag over the swollen portion of his cheek. "Mmm….Master…"

"Well, Arthur? Are you going to tell me what you want?"

The golden blond took a few more moments to catch his breath before smiling vaguely. "I want Master."

"And you'll have me, but not just yet. First," Alfred positioned himself above the smaller male, leaning down to put his mouth by Arthur's ear, and lowered his voice into a purr, "first, I'm going to make you beg for me. You're going to squirm and scream until you lose your voice." Grinning, he pressed his cloth-covered groin against Arthur's ass and ground slightly. The denim of his jeans chaffed against the handprints he'd left, making the Brit whine softly and shift his knees against the blankets. "Doesn't that sound nice, Arthur? Hm?"

Shifting so that his cheek was pressed against the pillow, Arthur grinned over his shoulder. "Yes, Master."

"Good. Stay." Alfred patted Arthur's ass lightly, just enough to smart a little, then stood. There were a couple other toys he was going to need to continue, but he took his time in going over to the desk and picking them. The straps were a must, so he draped those over his forearm before turning his attention to the collection of cock rings Arthur had amassed. Various sizes and colors greeted him, some with extra bits that would hang underneath and swing as the wearer moved—he could only imagine how that would feel. But he didn't have the patience for trying out something like that, so he picked one of the more average-looking rings.

His attention went to the dildos next, which he looked over until he found one that was about the same length as himself, but not as thick around. It would stretch Arthur nicely. And, of course, he was going to need some lube, otherwise his pet's sexy little ass wouldn't want him at all. Those oils looked interesting, too. Well, there was no harm in using more than one, so he picked a bottle of scented oil as well as one of lube that's label claimed to be sensation-enhancing.

Perfect.

He would definitely get good use out of what he'd picked, though he took another moment to look over the remaining toys. With some consideration, he chose a cloth gag as well as a vibrator that was a bit larger than himself. They weren't to be used right away, but they'd come in handy later.

When he turned around, Alfred was rather pleased to see that his pet hadn't moved an inch.

"Good boy," the bespectacled teen crooned, going back to the bed and resuming his place behind Arthur. He set the toys he'd chosen aside and ran a hand up the punk's spine, smiling as Arthur arched into the touch. "You're good at following orders."

"Master taught me well."

"Yeah." His hand stroked back down to trace the odd-shaped red patch on the green-eyed blond's ass. "Are you ready for your next toy?"

Arthur nodded, letting his knees slide a little farther apart in preparation. He was pretty sure what was coming, and he was looking forward to it.

Sure enough, it was only a few seconds before Alfred's hand brushed against his inner thigh, and he felt one of his rings slipping into place around the base of his cock. It was a snug fit but not overly tight, which meant Alfred had decided to be nice about which one he used. This one would keep him from climaxing, but it would still let him feel good.

"Mm…Master is kind," he commented, smiling, and heard Alfred chuckle in response.

"You're not gonna think that for much longer."

Despite what Alfred said, Arthur kept his smile in place as he wiggled his hips slightly. "If Master says so."

Amused, the American watched those enticing hips for a moment before lifting a hand and striking Arthur's left cheek instead of his right. "Don't tease."

"Nnn….! Y-yes, Master."

"Good boy." His hand massaging his captive's ever-reddening backside, Alfred leaned over the smaller male again and bit Arthur's ear, sucking lightly. It wasn't enough to get more than a breathy moan out of the punk, but he meant to start out easy and work his way up to the real punishment. "You know what I'm going to do, right, Arthur?" The athlete let his pet's ear slip from between his teeth so he could lick the punk's cheek. "I'm going to tease you just like you did to me, but revenge only works if it's ten-fold, you know."

The hand on his ass squeezed gently then vanished, and Arthur was left to wonder what would come next as Alfred's weight shifted behind him. That shift meant that the athlete's jeans rubbed again, making the smaller blond moan softly, and he gasped a second later when the hand reappeared—fingers wrapped around his length and gripped firmly, Alfred's thumb rubbing the lip of his head.

"Mmm….Master…!" Unable to help himself, Arthur curled his hips forward in an attempt to increase the sensations running from his groin into his stomach. God he felt hot. He was still so close, and Alfred knew it, thus the ring. Trust that git to get him right to the edge of his release then take it away, dangle it in front of him like a treat for a dog.

Alfred's tongue dragged over his spine, between his shoulder blades and up the back of his neck. "Nng…" With a shudder, Arthur hunched his shoulders up to his ears and arched his back a little. The action put a little space between his ass and the athlete's hips, relieving the chafing caused by Al's jeans.

Roughly, the blue-eyed blond yanked Arthur's hips back and up again, hand tightening on his cock as the punk whimpered. "No."

"Then take me," Arthur all but pleaded, voice strained, "I know you want to. I can feel it." To make his point, he pressed his ass back against the larger teen's groin and rubbed just slightly at the lump he could feel behind those jeans."

"Mm…true, but no dice."

A frown took over Arthur's expression. "Why not?"

"Don't worry about it." The athlete licked the back of his neck again, but Arthur was already pouting.

If he didn't get what he wanted, then neither would Alfred.

Setting his jaw, the golden blond shoved his knees back until he was lying flat on his stomach, Alfred's hand trapped under him, still holding onto his length.

"Arthur," the athlete warned, shifting his hand to get a better grip.

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from making a sound, but the sensation passed after a couple seconds, and Arthur huffed in annoyance. "Whatever."

Well, Alfred wasn't going to stand for that sort of disobedience.

Swiftly, he pulled his hand out from under the smaller male and grabbed his hips again, pulling them up and shoving his knee between the punk's thighs to keep him that way. "Keep them up, or I'll leave you like this."

Huffing again to cover up the quiet whine that had built in his throat at his surprise of being pulled up again, Arthur nodded mulishly. It was almost embarrassing to straddle the other teen's leg like this, his ass up and ringed cock resting against a denim-covered thigh. Oh, but like this, he could…

Arthur braced his knees and arched his back, grinding his hips down and forward to rub himself against Alfred's leg. The friction dragged a moan out of him and his fingers curled into his pillow, cheeks flushing just a little darker than they'd been for the past several minutes. That felt bloody amazing.

So he did it again, faster this time, and he brought his hips lower to press a little harder against Alfred's thigh.

"Nng…"

Even better.

Too aroused to care anymore, Arthur abandoned his pride and pushed against the bed to give himself better leverage. His grinding continued, gaining speed until he was practically humping Alfred's thigh. It felt good to the point that he was panting into his pillow and even drooling a little bit, too.

"Hah…ah…M-Master…nn…"

The hands on his hips only made this that much better. Having Alfred watch him do this, feeling the athlete rub and squeeze in encouragement, was arousing all on its own. If it hadn't been for the ring, he'd have climaxed by now.

And then, suddenly, Alfred was stopping him rather than helping him. Arthur struggled against his Master's superior strength for several moments before whining loudly.

"Master!"

"Just wait a moment, my sexy little slut." Thumbs brushed over the reddened skin of his ass, stinging ever so slightly. "You can keep going after I give you your next toy."

Next toy?

Almost nervous, the punk slowly relaxed against his Master's leg. "What toy, Master?"

"One that I know you're going to like." Grinning at what he was about to do, Alfred released his pet's hips and reached behind himself to where he'd left the other toys. The first bottle he grabbed was the oil—perfect. He popped the cap and poured some onto his hand, enough to form a small puddle in the middle of his palm. It was shiny, an opaque white that looked more like cum than he would ever say out loud. The smell was strong, too—peppermint.

Ooh, was this where Arthur's skin got it's minty scent?

"Smells good. Bet it'll taste good, too," he commented, rubbing bit of the oil onto his finger. He could feel the anticipation radiating from Arthur and smiled crookedly as he looked at the bruised ass being presented to him. His handprints looked great on that pale skin.

He's all mine.

Smug, the athlete trailed his oil-slicked finger from the base of Arthur's spine downward along the crack in his backside. As much as he wanted to stop at the puckered ring of muscles, he continued past it and stroked between Arthur's legs until he encountered the smaller blond's testes. He considered toying with them, just to torment his pet a little, but he decided against it and trailed his finger back up again. Once he'd reached the top again, he rubbed the remaining oil over both his palms then started rubbing it against Arthur's rear.

Arthur had smelled the mint as soon as Alfred started messing with it, so he'd known it was his favorite oil. Having it put on his ass was nothing new, but when it started to soak into his spank-sore skin, first it was almost numbingly cold, and then it started to burn the way ice does.. It wasn't quite painful, but it wasn't exactly comfortable, either. "Nnn…s-stings…"

"I know."

He kept rubbing until all of the oil had been absorbed into his hands and Arthur's ass. The smell of mint was almost overwhelming, but he kind of liked it. It was Arthur's smell, and he was more than willing to surround himself with everything the punk was.

With a smile, the athlete pushed his pet's hips up and leaned forward to kiss the sharp-smelling skin of his backside. Mint filled his nose and his lungs, making it all feel open and clean.

"Such a good pet," he murmured, lips brushing against Arthur's skin, then kissed his way over to lick the smaller male's entrance. The muscles under his hands tensed and he heard Arthur gasp as he shuddered.

"D-don't," the blindfolded teen whimpered, his tone embarrassed, but he didn't struggle or try to pull away.

Alfred smiled and kissed the handprints he'd left earlier before nuzzling his pretty pet's right cheek. "It's okay. You taste good."

"Ah…but…" Arthur hesitated, shifting his weight against Alfred's leg. He wished he could look back at the other teen, but at the same time he was glad Alfred couldn't see his eyes. It would have given him away.

"What's the matter, my little pet?" Alfred rested his chin on the smaller blond's lower back and looked towards his face. Flushed cheeks and a swollen bottom lip greeted him, along with the black fabric of the blindfold. "You look sexy like this, you know."

Whimpering, Arthur turned and hid his face in his arm, hips shifting in a weak attempt at pulling away. "Please don't."

"Artie…" Grip firm but gentle, Alfred held the other blond still until he felt Arthur relax again. Obviously, the golden blond didn't want him to do that, so even though he wanted to, he wouldn't. It was a little disappointing, but not a huge loss. There were other things to try, anyway. "I won't. But be a good boy and hold still, all right?"

Silence followed his words, lasting nearly a minute before Arthur nodded, his face still hidden.

"Good." His curiosity was exploding to know why Arthur was so against being rimmed. If he'd never done it before, then it'd be understandable. Most people were pretty nervous about trying stuff like that, but he'd assumed Arthur had tried just about everything, considering the number of toys he had. Still, he wouldn't push it. He could always ask later. For now, he had a pet to punish.

The bottle of oil was put back at the foot of the bed and Alfred picked up the lube instead, as well as the dildo he'd chosen. Slowly, he released Arthur and allowed him to relax again.

"Catch your breath," he instructed, opening the lube bottle and squeezing some of it out onto his hand. Unlike the oil, this was a thick gel of an interesting blue-green color that he wasn't sure if he liked or not. It didn't have a scent, which was good because he didn't want anything tainting that wonderful minty smell.

Alfred hummed thoughtfully to himself as he rubbed it onto the dildo. This was something he'd never done before. Lube was nothing new, of course, but using a dildo on someone was going to be interesting.

That should be enough.

Still a little unsure of how this was going to go, Alfred took the toy in one hand and pushed the tip against Arthur's entrance. To his surprise, the touch made Arthur shift against his leg, and when he looked up he found that the smaller blond had stopped hiding his face, had turned as if to look back at Al and was biting his lip.

Ever so slightly, he pushed his hips back. "…please…"

Heh, that was cute.

"All of it?" Alfred asked, rubbing a little to tease his prisoner. "Can you take the whole thing, my pet?"

"Yes."

Impressed, the athlete simply looked at the shorter male for a couple seconds before shrugging and resetting his grip on the toy. Gently but quickly, he added pressure until the muscles that kept Arthur closed gave, and the toy slid into him with surprising ease. Alfred didn't stop pushing until all but the handle had disappeared from view, listening to drawn-out moan it pulled from his pet. That had been much too easy for the first invasion. The punk was already stretched.

A smirk slowly curled one side of Alfred's mouth. "Oh, my, Arthur, you got yourself ready for me, didn't you."

Face darkly flushed, Arthur let his legs slide farther open and nodded. "Y-yes…"

In truth, he'd only stretched himself a little bit in preparation for this. Knowing that he was going to have sex had made it hard for him to think about anything else, so he'd pregamed a little before practicing the music for the concert. It was enough that he could take the toy without any trouble, but Alfred was going to be a different story—he was sure the athlete was bigger than this. Still, it'd been a few hours since he'd done anything to himself, so it was still a bit of a stretch.

"How's it feel, Arthur? You're slutty little ass practically pulled it in. Naughty, naughty. Does it feel good?" Playfully, the athlete twisted the dildo he had buried in the other blond's body.

Arthur shuddered, groaning as his body still tried to adjust to the invasion. "Nnng….th-that…feels big…ah…"

His response made Alfred's smirk grow and the athlete couldn't help but purr. "It's smaller than me." The toy was twisted back to its original position.

Just as he'd thought. Still, Arthur flushed and shifted at the sensation of the dildo moving, a tremor running through him. "But…when you put it in so fast…feels bigger…"

"Mm."

That was the only warning he got before the invading object began to move, sliding out and back in, cruelly slowly. But it still got a moan out of Arthur, and he hid his face in his arm as the feeling continued.

"Nn…hah…"

Damn it, why was he going so bloody slow? This was torture! This wasn't the sort of punishment he was supposed to get!

"Master, please," the blindfolded teen whined, rolling his hips in an attempt at getting Alfred to move the toy faster. "I want to call for you, not this."

"Really? What else do you want?" Alfred shifted his grip on the dildo's handle again before pushing it as deep into Arthur as it would go, angling it in circles in search of the punk's prostate.

Moaning unabashedly, Arthur didn't even try to answer the other male's question. He was too busy enjoying that wonderful teasing pressure inside his body. He could feel it getting close to his prostate then moving away again, roaming around in a maddening circle and never quite hitting in the right spot. "Nnnn fuck….aaah…Master…!"

"You like that, don't you." Teasingly, Alfred pulled the toy back nearly halfway and continued circling it around so the tip prodded at Arthur's insides.

Stomach arching against his Master's leg, Arthur dug his fingers into the pillow and curled his toes. "Yes! It's good!"

"Yeah, but you want more than this, don't you, Arthur." Wrist still twisting to move the toy, Alfred leaned over the smaller male and licked along the curve of his ear, making the silver rings pierced through it clink softly against each other; he felt the punk shudder beneath him and grinned. "So, my sexy little slut, my pretty pet, tell me what you want. Be nice and loud."

"I…" he couldn't catch his breath enough to really speak, and he had to swallow hard to hold back another moan, "I…want…"

"Yes?" Alfred purred, pushing the dildo deeper again to force a groan out of his plaything.

"Fuuuck me!" Panting heavily, Arthur bucked his hips back against the toy and purred to feel it press just a little deeper. "Pin me down…make me beg…please, Master!"

With a growl, the athlete twisted his hand and pumped the dildo once, twice, three times in rapid succession so that Arthur's shoulders hunched and his hips shook as he cried out in pleasure. Damn, his boner was starting to get really annoying. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep from doing what Arthur wanted, holding him down and fucking him for as long as he could.

"M-Master, please," the punk gasped, pulling weakly at his restraints. "I w-want you…"

Ignoring the request, Alfred bit down on his captive's shoulder and pumped the toy in and out of Arthur's body with more force than he'd used so far. If the handle hadn't had a stopper on it, he might have shoved the thing into the green-eyed blond's body so far it would have been difficult to get it back out. But he didn't have to worry about that, so he was rough with twisting it and circling the tip around, pumping in and out as Arthur shook and writhed beneath him.

"Fuck! Ahhh! Mas-ster, please…! I can't!" Arthur's voice cracked on the last word, and Alfred gave the dildo one last deep twist before pulling it free of his pet's body. The smaller male's entrance twitched slightly, only partially closing after being stretched so much.

Oh, god, his dick hurt. The ring felt so much tighter now than it had at first. He'd have cum at least twice by now if he hadn't been wearing it, maybe even three times. But like Alfred said, he wasn't allowed to climax yet. He just had to sit there with his ass up and open, his cock swollen as it rubbed against Alfred's jeans. Torture.

Arthur couldn't get enough of it.

Sighing quietly, he let his body relax again in the short break he'd been given. He could feel Alfred moving around, heard him messing with one of the bottles again. What would he do next? Another dildo? A bigger one? Maybe a vibrator, or he might just use his fingers. God, that would be amazing. He couldn't even imagine how good that would feel, to have those calloused fingers rubbing around inside him, hunting down that one spot that would make him scream. Alfred hadn't managed to find it with the first toy, but Arthur'd bet he was fantastic with his fingers.

Zzzzip.

Arthur's eyes widened behind the blindfold. That was the sound of a zipper. Alfred had just undone his zipper. He was taking off his jeans—yes, he could feel the denim sliding against his thighs as Alfred pushed them down. And that meant they were finally, finally, going to have sex.

He could have purred and wiggled out of happiness. But he held back, only allowing himself a smile and a playful tone. "Master? Are you going to punish me now?"

"Yeah. Long and hard."

The wet sound of the athlete putting lube on himself made Arthur want to shiver excitedly. Yes, finally. He was going to have sex with Alfred Jones, star athlete and bloody handsome son of a bitch. It was like a dream come true. And, if he was really, really good, maybe they could do this again.

I'm gonna be the best shag you ever had, Jones.

Hands on his hips helped Arthur lift up so Alfred could pull his leg free and reposition his knees on the mattress. Something prodded against his entrance, cold and slick, easily slipping just a little ways inside since he was still open.

"Master," Arthur sighed happily just before Alfred's hands tightened and his hips jerked forward. The sudden invasion tore a cry from the punk's lips and his back arched up, shoulders reaching his ears as his hands clenched into fists. "Shit!"

A growl sounded behind him; Alfred rubbed his hips for a few seconds, holding still to give him time to adjust to this new stretch. Panting, Arthur slowly relaxed again and cautiously shifted back against the other male. He could feel the athlete's hips pressing against his ass, aggravating the bruises from being spanked. This was everything Alfred had, and it felt incredible. There had been some discomfort, of course, as there always was with being stretched, but that had faded quickly enough. Now all Arthur wanted was for Alfred to show him what he could do with the cock he had buried in the Brit's ass.

"Mm…Master was right," the tattooed boy purred, shifting again and tightening his sphincter playfully. "He is bigger than the toy."

Gritting his teeth, Alfred held back a moan at the feeling of Arthur tightening around him. "You'd better fuckin' believe I am." His voice was obviously strained, and he didn't miss the way Arthur smiled to hear it.

"I like how Master feels. He fills me up so nice."

Fucking tease.

Still, with a view like this one, he could put up with that. He'd thought it before and he was thinking it again: Arthur was beautiful. Even with that blindfold covering up his eyes and bruises forming on his wrists from the cuffs, he far outdid anyone else Alfred had seen. Besides, the restraints weren't exactly a downside. They were sexy as hell, and Arthur's expression, flushed by pleasure but still smiling that cocky smile, was enough to make Alfred want to kiss the punk breathless.

I'll do more than that.

The bespectacled blond shifted his grip again, taking another moment to admire the way Arthur was stretched out in front of him, helpless to do anything but enjoy what Alfred meant to do to him. His ass was so hot and still tight around his cock, just waiting to be ravaged. He was really going to enjoy this.

"Be nice and loud for me, Arthur," the blue-eyed blond instructed, slowly drawing his hips back until only the head of his length remained inside his pet. "Let me know how you like your punishment."

Arthur shuddered just a little. "Aaaah…yes, Master."

His response put a smirk on Alfred's face. "Heh, good boy." Without warning, he thrust back into Arthur hard enough to make the smaller blond jolt forward. "Nng!"

"Ah!"

Such a pretty voice.

Grip tight to steady Arthur's hips, Alfred widened his stance for balance and began moving again. Normally, he would have started out slow and gentle, to get his partner used to the feeling of being taken. But that wasn't the point of this. He had no intention of being gentle.

"O-oh god…ah…hah…!"

He couldn't resist grinning at the sight of Arthur's shoulders hunching up t his ears, though he only managed to hold the expression for a couple of thrusts before he lost concentration. "F-fuck…nng…."

"Master!" Writhing, Arthur pulled against his restraints and did his best to roll his hips in time with the larger male's thrusts. It was so deep, rubbing against every nerve in him. His cock throbbed against the ring, desperate to release all the pressure that had been building in his groin and stomach since they'd started. Pain mixed with so much pleasure that he couldn't keep still, couldn't keep his mouth closed to hold back all of the sounds Alfred was driving out of him. "M-more…please…more…!"

Alfred curled over the spasming blond and bit his shoulder again, hips moving faster but with less rhythm. His thrusts were becoming sporadic; he couldn't make himself loosen his grip on Arthur's hips even though he knew his fingers were digging in, bruising and maybe even cutting a little with his nails. Not that the Brit seemed to mind at all. Arthur was too busy moaning to complain.

"Sh-shit…nn…close…" the larger male grunted between thrusts, words distorted by his panting and because he hadn't released Arthur's shoulder yet.

"P-p-pity…aaah….thought…Master would…last…l-longer…"

Eyes narrowing through the pleasure that was starting to overwhelm his senses, Alfred growled and somehow managed to pull one hand away from Arthur's hips, moving it to the middle of the punk's back and shoving roughly to pin him to the mattress.

Whimpering at the increase of the curve in his spine, Arthur struggled to get in enough oxygen. "Master…!"

"What?" Alfred's hips slowed just slightly as he let go of the green-eyed blond's shoulder then licked the bite mark he'd left.

"D-deeper…please…"

Sitting up enough that he could move more, Alfred slipped his hand around from his pet's hip to his groin. Arthur's cock felt swollen when he wrapped his fingers around it, and it almost seemed to pulse against his palm. The cock ring must have been pure torture for him.

Alfred grinned at the thought, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts while rubbing and squeezing Arthur's length. The slender blond moaned loudly, squirming, his hips twitching between his Master's cock and hand.

"Ah…hah…nng…Mas-ster…god…!"

His movements added to the friction around Alfred's length and the bespectacled teen groaned lowly, biting the Brit's back and giving a particularly rough buck. "A-Arthur…"

The sharp sting of teeth piercing his skin pulled a whimper from Arthur and he tightened unintentionally around his Master's length, his entire frame shaking with the trapped pressure of his denied release.

"Shit…!" Alfred bit harder for a moment to regain control of himself, vaguely recognizing the sound of Arthur's whimper. He didn't want to cum yet, damn it! Not until Arthur begged.

When he got himself back under some semblance of control, the athlete forced himself to stop biting his pet's back, then licked the mark in apology. It was bleeding a little, since he'd bitten so hard, but he didn't feel bad. That would come later, after, and he'd deal with it then. For now, he liked to see such a long-lasting mark on his pretty pet. So he smiled as he sat up, moving slow but deep into Arthur as he patiently stroked the Brit's hardened length, holding back his own release as well as tormenting the green-eyed blond a little.

Arthur whined and bucked desperately. "Master!"

Pleasure coursed through Alfred at that extra movement and he purred, letting his head fall back a little as he smiled lazily. "Good boy…"

It was a whimper this time, accompanied by a frustrated buck. "Fuck y-you!"

Oh, that sort of disrespect wasn't allowed.

Raising his eyebrows, the blue-eyed teen stopped moving entirely. "Arthur."

"What?" the punk growled, shifting uncomfortably at how much pressure was building in his gut.

Alfred took his hand away from the smaller boy's groin, drawing it back. "Watch your mouth."

Smack!

The blow ripped a yelp out of Arthur and he partially collapsed on the bed, trembling and panting. "Nn…s-sorry…Master…"

"I don't believe you."Alfred's other hand tangled in the green-tipped blond's hair, tugging lightly, and he slapped Arthur's ass again.

"Ah! Hah…" Panting heavily, the punk shuddered and fought to keep from falling down, his muscles trembling with the effort.

"Mm…that made you tighten…" With a smile, the blue-eyed teen began to move slowly. "Purr for me, little slut."

Arthur moaned and arched, digging his fingers into the pillow. "Pl-please…fuck me…harder…deeper…please…"

"You're so cute when you beg." His teasing made the punk whine embarrassedly and Arthur hid his face again, barely managing to hold up his hips.As a reward, Alfred moved just a little more, licking Arthur's spine; the salty taste of sweat was a stark contrast to the cool smell of mint. But he was more interested in the way the slender teen arched and moaned softly.

"M-Master…please…"

"Such a needy pet," Alfred commented off-handedly, though he settled his hands on the pierced boy's hips to hold him still as he quickened his pace, moving deep and roughly. The pleasure that flooded Arthur's senses him shudder, his legs spreading wider as he pressed his face into the pillow to muffle his groan.

"Nng…ah…Master…hah…!"

Thrusting harder, Alfred dug his fingers into Arthur's hips and yanked him back to get just a little deeper.

Green eyes went wide behind his blindfold and Arthur bucked roughly. "Alfred!"

He should have punished the pale blond for that, but he was too distracted by how close he was to climaxing. It was all he could do to reach around Arthur and start rubbing his length again while still making sure he was moving deep enough to hit the spot he'd discovered.

"Ah!" Roughly, Arthur thrust against Alfred's hand as he groaned and whimpered loudly. More pressure against his prostate made him keen, put him on the verge of collapsing. "Al…Al! God…!"

"Found it…" Pleased with himself, Alfred continued with as much aim and control as he could without holding himself back from his release. It wouldn't be long now.

A particularly rough thrust made Arthur buck, and he shouted his Master's name as he moved desperately between the hand on his cock and the larger male's hips. "Please! Alfred!" Groaning, he clenched his jaw against the pain in his groin as he tightened again.

"Arthur!"

The punk's name was all Alfred managed to gasp as his hips stuttered under the overwhelming pleasure that swept over him. He came, bucking hard, and groaned loudly as his seed spilled deep into Arthur's body.

"A-Alfred," the golden blond moaned weakly, panting and shaking, "nng…"

For several long moments, Alfred sat hunched over his pet, breathing heavily, his eyes closed as strength slowly returned to his muscles. Eventually, he regained control of himself and pulled out of Arthur's body, watching as his length slid free from the tattooed boy's twitching hole. Mere seconds later, while the muscles were still trying to tighten and close, the cum he'd just unloaded leaked out and began to drip down Arthur's thighs.

Now that was a sight to see. He watched it for a bit longer, until it occurred to him that Arthur hadn't collapsed like the athlete thought he would. The punk had more strength than he'd thought.

"Good boy, Arthur," he complimented, rubbing the bruised backside that was still being presented to him. "That was a good fuck. I guess you're a pretty talented little slut."

Arthur whimpered at the crude remarks, shifting again and trying to rub himself with his thighs. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing, and with how badly he wanted to cum, he was willing to do whatever it took to get a little relief.

It only took Alfred about a second and a half to realize what his pet was doing, and by then he'd decided what he wanted to do next. Fixing a grin in place, he moved over the golden blond and bit Arthur's ear, pressing close to make the punk freeze.

"You want to cum, don't you, Arthur," he growled, then licked along the rings again. "I know you do. You want it so bad you'd hump a cactus right now. You wouldn't even feel the needles." One of his hands reached around, finding the slender male's length and rubbing it teasingly.

"Ahhh!"

"Yeah, you'd fuck just about anything right now if it meant you'd get to cum." He squeezed.

"M-Maaaster!" Arthur called desperately, struggling against the cuffs with renewed vigor. His hips bucked weakly against Alfred's hand, only for his aching cock to be abandoned. The sounds of Alfred messing with something above his head reached him, and he held still to make sure he wouldn't get in trouble for interrupting. But when one of the handcuffs went slack then came off, he froze out of pure disbelief.

Alfred was letting him go already?

His surprise was short-lived. It was only a couple of seconds of listening to the chain rattle before the cuff was locked back into place. Hands gripped his shoulders, pulling until he sat up, then moved down his sides to his hips. Fingers wrapped around the band of his thong and tugged until it slid down his thighs and past his knees; Arthur kicked it off onto the floor as those fingers trailed back up his thighs. The gentle strokes had him arching his back and shivering.

"M-Master…?"

"Yes?"

A tongue dragged over the bite marks on his shoulder, stinging a little.

"A-ah…what're you doing?"

With a smirk in place, Alfred used his grip on the smaller boy's hips to pull him back until Arthur was sitting in his lap, the athlete's quickly stiffening cock trapped under his ass.

"Master is…hard…"

"Yeah." Holding his pet close, the bespectacled teen licked Arthur's cheek and shifted beneath him, rubbing his length against the punk's backside. "Mm…such a cute, tight little ass…I want you, Arthur." His voice lowered into a husky whisper, expressing just how aroused he was. "I want you to scream my name as I fuck you raw. I want to fill you up with my cum and watch it leak back out because there's too much for you to hold. You'll dream about me for weeks after this. Your ass is mine."

Arthur shivered at his Master's description of what he wanted, lifting his still-cuffed hands and reaching back to hold onto the larger teen's hair. His back was to Alfred's chest, his knees to either side of the athlete's. It would be easy for Alfred to take him like this, and by god he wanted him to.

"…do it. Please, Master. Make me scream," he begged softly, rolling his hips so that Alfred moaned into his ear. "Nn…I want you."

"I know you do, pretty pet." Alfred nipped at the pale blond's ear, arms winding tight around Arthur's waist to pull him closer as they ground against each other. "Mm…and I want you, too…but I have another toy to give you before we start again."

The punk let go of his Master's hair and let his hands rest in his lap. "Another one, Master?" Arthur tried not to whine when he asked, but he couldn't help but wonder what else the athlete planned on doing to him. He was already cuffed, blindfolded, and wearing a cock ring. He'd had a dildo up his ass and smelled very strongly of mint. What more was there?

Nodding, the blue-eyed teenager shifted again and reached back to where the other toys sat out of the way. Soft cloth met the touch of his fingers and he gathered it up into his palm to bring back around. "Open up."

Realization dawned on Arthur and he slowly did as he was told, letting his mouth hang open. Seconds later, cloth chafed against his tongue and the corners of his mouth as Alfred put the gag in place and tied it behind his head. It wasn't tight enough to be uncomfortable, but he wouldn't be able to shake it free or talk clearly around it. When the gag was firmly in place, Arthur closed his teeth around the fabric and relaxed against his Master's chest. Alfred was warm and his body was firm muscle—just as comfortable to lean against as he was to lie on like he'd done earlier.

Smiling, the athlete set his hand on Arthur's thigh and rubbed gently. "Just to make sure you don't forget yourself like last time. It wasn't very nice of you to say that."

Arthur whimpered softly, everything about him radiating need, promising that he would do anything to earn his release.

"Good boy. Lift up."

Obedient, the punk put his weight on his knees and leaned forward, lifting himself off Alfred's lap, his hands braced on the jock's knees. A bit of spunk mixed with lube dripped off him onto what little of Alfred's thigh was revealed. The athlete's jeans were still caught above his knees, the zipper catching slightly on the sensitive skin of Arthur's thighs as he waited.

Fingers found his entrance and rubbed momentarily before pressing inside; Arthur moaned as his cock twitched in reaction to the invasion, already starting to trembling again.

"Mm…what a slutty ass…you don't need any more lube or stretching. Good." With his hands on the gagged boy's hips, Alfred guided Arthur back and carefully helped him sit, sheathing himself in the Brit's body once more. A long groan sounded in Arthur's throat and his back arched, his entire body tensing.

Somehow, like this, Alfred felt bigger than before. Or maybe he was just more desperate for his release than ever.

"What a wonderful pet you are," Alfred purred, running his hands up and down the punk's thighs. "You're so warm, and you're slutty little ass takes me so easily. I can go so deep…" To make his point, the athlete gently thrust his hips up, easily rubbing against Arthur's prostate.

"Nng!" Doubling over, Arthur grabbed himself and moaned through the gag, his hips rolling desperately as he rubbed and stroked. "Mm! Nn!" His sounds were cut off and muted by the gag, but the pleasure and pain he was experiencing were obvious.

Even though the way Arthur was moving felt great, Alfred caught the smaller blond's wrists and forced his hands up into the air. He brought them back, guiding them to hold onto his hair like before, and only let go when the punk's fingers were tangled in his own ash blond locks.

"Good boy," he crooned, sliding his hands down his pet's arms to his sides, then around to his chest. His fingers encountered the slender blond's nipples and he grinned, licking Arthur's pierced ear and playing the ring through his nipple at the same time.

"Mmmmmm….mm…nn….hnnn…" Back arched, the punk squirmed in his Master's lap and weakly tugged at the hair in his grasp. He could feel Alfred's cock shifting around inside him, felt it rubbing against his inner walls just short of nudging his prostate again.

Deeper, he needed him deeper, damn it all!

The hand that wasn't playing with Arthur's nipple ring moved down to his hip and forced him to roll them. A breathy moan sounded in his ear; the hand on his hip tightened and pushed again.

"Move." Even breathless and strained, there was no mistaking the command in Alfred's voice.

Arthur nodded and did as his Master said, rocking his hips back and forth, lifting a little with each forward movement. It was a lot of work, riding him like this when he didn't have the proper leverage or anything to help him. He was out of breath already and had no hopes of catching it, not with that gag in his mouth. The only oxygen he could get was through his nose, and he was breathing hard with the effort of doing as Alfred wanted.

"Mm…ah….Arthur…"

Teeth dug into the side of his neck and Alfred's arm hooked around his waist, forcing him back harder against the athlete's hips. He struggled weakly, trying to beg around the gag, breathing even hard through his nose. "Mm! Nn…" The golden blond whimpered, trembling against his captor's body.

"Relax, Arthur." The bespectacled blond's other hand stroked down Arthur's side to his ass, where it stopped to rub and caress. "Shhh…"

What the hell did he mean, relax? Arthur couldn't relax! The head of Alfred's dick was pressing against his prostate, shifting and rubbing so gently that he couldn't stand it. Not to mention he was pretty sure his own cock was turning purple with the amount of pressure that was trapped in it by the ring he was still wearing. Of course, he couldn't say any of that, thanks to the gag, so he settled for whining and twitching his hips against the larger blond's hold.

"You want more, don't you."

Arthur nodded eagerly, spreading his legs wider, and swallowed hard to try to get rid of the spit that had been gathering behind the gag.

"Then get up."

….what?

Confused, the green-eyed blond hesitated, and consequently took much too long for his Master's liking.

"Arthur," Alfred growled, squeezing the sensitive cheek he had in his grip and pulling a gasp from his pet, "are you disobeying your Master?"

Stiffening, the smaller blond whimpered and shook his head quickly, shifting against Alfred's hold.

"Are you sure? For a moment, I thought you were ignoring me."

He shook his head again, wishing the gag was gone so he could speak, so he could explain that he just wasn't sure what the athlete wanted. How would getting up give him more?

Alfred smirked, hand gently kneading at the other blond's ass. "Good, because I want you on your knees against that wall so I can fuck you as hard and deep as you want."

Mother of god, yes.

Though it took a few seconds for those words to fully settle in Arthur's brain, excitement quickly warmed his body.

The gag kept him from forming any words, but he let out a rather high-pitched sound as he nodded again, shifting on the other blond's lap then moaning at the friction against his prostate. "Nn…"

"Yeah, you want it."

Firmly, Alfred held Arthur against himself as he pushed up off his heels so that the two blonds were kneeling on the bed. The taller of the two couldn't straighten entirely without slipping out of his pet, so he kept his knees partially bent as he turned Arthur and arranged him against the wall. He stretched his pet's arms up, flattening Arthur's palms to the wall and arranging the chain between his cuffs to hang loosely.

"Pretty," he commented, examining the difference between the Brit's pale skin and his own tan as he let his hands slide back down slender arms, over shoulders and ribs to finally rest on narrow hips. Arthur was trembling under his touch, his forehead resting against the wall. That wall might have scratch marks in it before long.

Grip tightening, the blue-eyed blond drew his hips back then quickly thrust them forward again, driving up at the same time to make sure he rubbed exactly where he knew Arthur wanted it.

"Hnng!" Bucking roughly in the limited space between his hips and the wall, Arthur shouted against the gag, his shoulders hunching and nails digging into the white paint they found "Nng…nn…" He was breathing hard again, eyes shut tight behind the blindfold. Sweat had formed on his skin, some left over from the first round as well as new droplets that gathered. It was in his hair, darkening the gold, and running down his body.

A tongue caught of a few of the beads on his neck, accompanied by the hot caress of Alfred's breath. "Mm…warm and tight…" The athlete was rocking slowly, going deep enough to keep brushing against that sensitive bundle of nerves, but not hard enough to make Arthur cry out again.

In all his sexual life, he'd never been tormented like this. Most guys didn't have the balls for it. They were too eager to please. But Alfred, while giving Arthur all the pleasure he wanted, was definitely more focused on pleasing himself. That didn't matter to Arthur, so long as he eventually got to release, and he put all of his focus into moving with the larger male, vaguely aware that spit had soaked through the gag and was dripping down his chin.

"Hnnn…nn…mmn…"

Such beautiful sounds his pet made, Alfred thought, smirking slightly. He really was enjoying them, but they were a little too quiet. That was fixed easily enough.

"Mm…" Without warning, the athlete pulled back then bucked roughly, the sudden jolt making Arthur's stomach arch against the wall as he cried out against the gag again.

That was much better.

Abandoning his gentle pace, Alfred pinned the smaller blond against the wall and held him there. His thrusts became more aggressive until he was pounding into Arthur mercilessly. There would be bruises all over the punk come morning.

"So…beautiful," the bespectacled teen panted, managing to keep his grin in place as pleasure threatened to drown him. "Such a—nnn—good pet…"

"Nng! Mm…mm…! Nn!" Unable to breathe without the air leaving him in a desperate moan or groan, Arthur ground hips against the wall as his Master repeatedly rammed his cock as deep into the green-eyed blond as he could. Desperation made him claw at the wall and dig his teeth into the gag. With his body being ravaged like this, he should have cum long ago. His release loomed just out of his reach, and he began to wish Alfred would take pity on him by removing the ring. He wished it, and at the same time, knew it wasn't going to happen.

Then, the unthinkable happened—Alfred began to slow down.

Throwing his head back, Arthur purposefully tightened around the larger male's length and whined loudly in protest. His obvious panic made Alfred chuckle, then the athlete kissed his shoulder.

"Good boy." Immediately, the pace picked back up, and Arthur was left to try to hold on as Alfred fucked him even more roughly than before.

He couldn't see, and not just because of the blindfold. What little light had seeped in around the edges of the cloth were gone, lost in the blackness that meant he needed his release now or he was going to lose his mind. God, this was awful, it was torture and pleasure and pain and ecstasy. It made his throat sore from trying to force his voice out past the gag. His back ached from the effort of keeping his hips in the right spot for Alfred to continue with this wonderful, terrible punishment.

It felt like they'd been going for hours, for days, maybe. Or was it only ten minutes? He didn't know. Time didn't matter. All that mattered was how close he was, how maddeningly tight his stomach felt, and all the pressure in his groin that pulsed with every thrust of Alfred's hips against his ass. If he'd have been able to cum, he'd have screamed as he did. He wouldn't have been able to help it.

"Nng…" he felt the small stutter in the larger blond's rhythm and knew that Alfred was about to climax seconds before it happened. A loud groan ripped from the athlete's throat and he bucked hard, holding his hips there to cum as deep inside his pet's body as he could manage.

"Fuck…! Arthur!"

The Brit barely managed to whimper in response to his name being called in his Master's ecstasy, and he shuddered to feel the heat of Alfred's spunk slipping against his insides.

"Mm…" Still regaining his strength, the blue-eyed blond kissed Arthur's neck before shifting back far enough that he slipped out of the punk. Just like before, he watched his cum leak out of the golden blond and drip down his legs onto the blankets. They were going to have to wash those after all this.

Chest heaving, Arthur concentrated on getting enough air into his lungs. He was starting to feel light-headed and dizzy, and all of his muscles were turning to jelly. When his legs gave, he could only moan weakly as he fell back against Alfred's chest. The athlete's skin felt sticky with sweat, but he caught the smaller blond in his arms and carefully cradled him as he folded his legs and relaxed for a little bit.

"Shhh, Arthur," he murmured, stroking sweat-darkened bangs off his pet's forehead, "it's all right. You've earned a break." As gently as he could manage, and without jostling the boy in his lap, Alfred untied the gag and pulled it free of Arthur's mouth so he could breathe properly.

"Hah…th…thanks…" It was much easier to catch his breath now, so Arthur snuggled against his Master's chest to enjoy the break he'd been given. He didn't move when the cuffs were taken off his wrists, though he was surprised. Still, he didn't want to sound like he was complaining, so he didn't say anything. He kept still and let Alfred cuddle him for a little while.

"Arthur." Gentle fingers tipped his chin up then trailed over his cheek to catch the fabric of the blindfold. With a few careful tugs, the cloth was pulled free, and Arthur blinked against the sudden light of his bedroom. Pain made him squint as his pupils tried to adjust.

Even more confused, the punk looked up at his companion just in time for Alfred to duck down and kiss him. That hand returned, cupping his cheek this time, keeping him from pulling away as a tongue slipped into his mouth. Not that he wanted to. It was a nice kiss, gentle and reassuring after everything he'd been put through so far tonight.

As much as he was enjoying it, Arthur still hadn't managed to catch his breath and pulled away after only a few moments. Panting, he nuzzled into Alfred's neck and closed his eyes as he tried to get the rest of his body to relax. He couldn't quite manage it, though, because he was still dealing with all that pressure.

Lips brushed against his temple.

"You okay, Artie?"

Slowly, the pierced teen nodded. "Hurts."

"What does?"

Fingers trembling with the effort, Arthur gestured at his groin. "Ring."

"Oh. Want me to take it off?"

"That'd be nice."

Alfred smiled and shifted the smaller blond in his arms, reaching towards the source of his lover's discomfort. But he didn't touch the cock ring, choosing instead to gently stroke Arthur's swollen length.

"Nn…wh-what…?" Tensing all over again, Arthur managed to look up at the blue-eyed blond and paled to see the smirk that was taking over Alfred's features.

Uh oh.

Apparently, the game wasn't over yet.

"Look at you." Alfred's index finger teased the tip of his pet's member, making Arthur bite his lip. "Leaking and swollen like this. No wonder you're uncomfortable. But I'm not done with your punishment, Arthur, so you're going to have to put up with it for a little longer.

Arthur whined and shrank back against the taller blond's chest. "N-no…please…I can't…"

The athlete's smirk grew and he gripped his captive's overly sensitive flesh, rubbing just slightly.

"Nnnn…." the punk moaned weakly as his body shuddered with painful pleasure.

"That's too bad." More casually than should have been possible, Alfred removed the Brit from his lap and pinned him on the bed, grinning at the pleading look Arthur gave him. "Such pretty eyes. I missed seeing them go wide whenever I took you so deep you couldn't stand it.

Embarrassed, Arthur whined again and looked away, covering his face with his hands. This was too much. He loved this game and he loved how good Alfred was at it, but he was going to lose his mind if it kept up much longer. It was already difficult to focus on anything other than how needy his erection was for freedom.

He's going to fuck me 'til I can't move.

Just the thought made his cock twitch. This was going to be cruel, but he was going to enjoy it. There was no point in thinking otherwise.

"Ready, Arthur?" Something cold and wet touched his entrance and Arthur paused, surprised. He'd been so busy wondering if he was going to survive this night that he hadn't noticed Alfred preparing another toy. What was it? Another dildo?

His silence made Alfred tsk his tongue. "Daydreaming, when there's so much to feel right here? I thought you were trained better than that, Arthur."

Whatever was being held at his entrance pushed forward, going at least two inches into his body, and Arthur couldn't stop his groan. This new toy was bigger than the last one, maybe even bigger than Alfred was. What was the athlete planning?

"There's not much lube left in you, but that's okay. My cum works just fine."

The feeling of the toy sliding farther into his body made Arthur shudder, and he arched his back off the bed. "Nnn…M-Master…wh-what is it…?"

"Can't you tell?" Alfred grinned and pressed his thumb against the small button on the toy's base. Instantly, a low buzzing sound filled the room, accompanied by a loud moan from Arthur.

"Jesus…!"

"Not quite."

What breath he'd managed to regain during his break left him as Arthur gripped the blankets and lifted his hips. "Haaah…ah….sh-shit…Master…!"

Alfred purred at the sight. "Just begging for it." A few quick presses of his thumb turned the vibrator up to its highest setting.

"Fuck!" Arthur shouted, bucking roughly, the rest of his body squirming as he moaned. "Ah…nng…!"

Smirking, Alfred held the button down for a few seconds until the toy returned to the lowest setting, then leaned down and bit the inside of Arthur's thigh. The punk gasped and whimpered, trying to pull his leg away only for Alfred to grab his ankle.

"No." Another bite, this one higher up, closer to his groin, and Arthur whined when the vibrator was turned up again.

"Ahhh…." Trembling and twitching from the toy that made his insides feel like they were going to explode, Arthur squeezed his eyes shut and curled his toes against the pain that came with all this pleasure. He managed to keep his voice down for over a minute, but only until Alfred began to pump the vibrator in and out of him. Slow, but deep, and he kept pushing the button to change how strong the vibrations were. Arthur couldn't do anything but try to breathe between the sounds that were dragged out of his tormented body. "Nng…M-Master…!"

Alfred continued without pause, watching his pet writhe and struggle to withstand his body's reactions. This was what he'd wanted every time the punk had teased him, to see him broken down and begging for more. "How's it feel, Arthur?" he asked huskily, twisting the vibrator against his pet's insides. "Hm?"

"A-ah…hah…s-so much…so good…god…" Eyes bleary and only partially open, Arthur panted hard and kept his hands fisted in the blankets so he wouldn't touch himself. That would only get him in trouble, and he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to handle anything more than what was already being done to him. Then, suddenly, the vibrator was on its highest setting and pushing deeper into his body until it pressed against his prostate. Arthur screamed at the spike of white-hot pleasure that shot through him, hips bucking of their own accord. "Alfred! Oh…g-god…Al…!" Panting and writhing, the tattooed blond didn't even realize what he'd said.

But Alfred fell silent, blue eyes hooded, and a second later he pulled the vibrator free of the smaller male's body. Arthur moaned at the last few sensations then collapsed back on the bed, trembling and struggling to catch his breath.

The quiet was what made him notice something was wrong first, and he dared to look up at Alfred only to whimper at the expression on his face. "…M-Master…?"

Without a word, the athlete leaned down, hooked Arthur's knees over his shoulders, and took the entirety of the punk's length into his mouth. Arthur gasped and groaned loudly as his spine arched, green eyes wide in shock.

"Shit…!"

Hands gripped his thighs, rubbing and squeezing roughly. Alfred's mouth was merciless as it sucked him, full of hot breaths and a tongue that dragged every possible sound out of him, as well as teeth that made the green-eyed blond's breath hitch in his throat.

It was too much. He couldn't take this, couldn't have his cock swallowed so completely while that damned ring was still on him. There was just as much pain as there was pleasure, and Arthur had to close his eyes tight to withstand all the sensations coursing through his body. His fingers tangled in Alfred's hair, tugging without him meaning to. When Alfred lifted his head, teeth and tongue dragging against the Brit's sensitive flesh, Arthur shuddered and bucked desperately.

"Master…! Nng…hah…!"

"Mm…" The athlete licked his pet from base to tip. "You are just begging for me…"

Arthur keened when the head of his cock was nipped teasingly. "M-More…please…!"

So slowly it was more pain than pleasure, Alfred took the smaller blond's length into his mouth again and sucked gently, rubbing the vein he found with his tongue. His head bobbed slightly, and he hummed in the back of his throat. Arthur's heels dug into his back to give the Brit some leverage as he tried to move his hips. Using one hand to steady the punk, Alfred used his other to slap the side of Arthur's ass.

Eyes wide, Arthur yelped and arched his stomach upwards, every muscle straining to bring him his release despite the ring. "Master!"

And then the mouth was gone. Arthur was dropped back onto the mattress to bounce before he settled. He spent several moments just trying to breathe before he finally managed to open his eyes again and look up to see Alfred staring down at him, his expression blank.

"Are you ready to continue your punishment now, Arthur?" the blue-eyed teen asked, and Arthur curled in on himself protective.

"No more," he begged quietly, covering his groin with his hands. "Please. Let me cum. I can't take this anymore."

"But that's where you're wrong, my pet. You can take lots more than what I've given you. In fact, you're going to ride me, and if you do a good job, I'll let you cum afterwards."

Arthur whimpered, crawling backwards on the bed. "N-no….please…"

Rolling his eyes, Alfred grabbed one of the punk's ankles and pulled him close again. "Sit up, Arthur."

Despite how certain he was that he didn't have the strength left to go again, Arthur did as he was told, and allowed Alfred to turn him around.

"Arms behind your back."

Shit.

Nervous, the slender blond obeyed his Master, and held still as the leather straps he kept with the rest of his toys were lashed around his forearms to tie them together. Each buckle was set tight but not uncomfortably so—he couldn't have gotten out if his life depended on it.

"Perfect."

I'm going to die.

Arthur whined and tucked his chin to his collarbone, pulling his knees up and resting his forehead on them. How was he going to withstand any more punishment? His dick was going to turn black and fall off if he didn't get rid of that ring soon.

"Lie down, Arthur."

He did, struggling to do so without falling on his face.

"Hips up."

Now he knew what was coming—Alfred wasn't quite ready to be ridden yet. It was going to hurt, especially because his backside was already bruised and sore and a little swollen. He was sure his cheeks were red and blue and black instead of his usual pale coloring. They would take weeks to get back to normal. Still, he did as he was told, pulling his knees up to prop his ass in the air the way Alfred wanted.

"Such an obedient little pet."

Smack!

Gasping, Arthur clenched his hands into fists and arched his stomach towards the bed. "M-Master…"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Over and over, Alfred spanked the smaller male, alternating hands each hit to make sure his pet's plump little ass cheeks were given equal treatment. Every blow received a yelp or a whine from Arthur, until he could do nothing more than lie there, his hips trembling as he panted.

"Nn…Master…" he moaned weakly, voice breaking, and Alfred's hand paused in mid-air before lowering. Instead of dealing out another slap, the athlete leaned down and licked each mark he'd just made as Arthur whimpered. He was so sore and sensitive that even gentle licks were too much.

"Mm…it's such a pretty shade of pink…" the bespectacled teen commented, smiling as kissed one cheek then the other. Arthur pressed his face into the mattress to hide his embarrassment."What is it, my sweet little pet…?" Alfred purred softly, grabbing one of the straps and pulling the Brit upright.

A weak moan left the punk and he shifted uncomfortably to feel his heels digging into his own backside. "M-Master is very good at p-punishing…"

"Mm…yeah…"

Shifting again to try to ease the pain in his ass, Arthur did his best to ignore the maddening tightness in his gut. He felt the mattress dip as Alfred moved behind him, and couldn't help but tense a little out of nervousness.

"Arthur."

The punk bit his tongue as he turned around, then paused in surprise. For the first time the entire night, Alfred was naked, and it was a delicious thing to see. He really was all sunkissed skin and toned muscles, and he was lying back on the bed with his hands tucked under his head as he grinned lazily.

"Come here."

Mesmerized by the perfect body he was finally getting a good look at, Arthur nodded twice before he moved to do as he was told. His knees shuffled against the blankets, and he wobbled slightly when it came to swinging his leg over Alfred to straddle the athlete's waist.

Alfred smiled up at him, moving his hands to the smaller male's hips. "This is a nice view," he teased, and Arthur's already flushed cheeks darkened even further as the Brit looked away stubbornly. It wasn't that he was shy about Alfred looking at him—the athlete had been checking him out for years, after all, and Arthur had done the same to him—but in this position, there was no hiding what state his groin was in.

"Hey." Gently, Alfred cupped the slender blond's cheek and turned Arthur's face back so he could see his green eyes. "Don't look away from me while we do this."

Arthur opened his mouth to say that he would, of course, do whatever his Master wanted, but the words didn't form. No sound came out. He was too distracted by the way Alfred was looking at him to talk.

Bloody hell.

The athlete was smiling crookedly, one corner of his mouth lifted higher than the other to give a glimpse of his pearly whites. His glasses were slightly askew because he was lying down, and he'd pushed his hair back out of his face. There was no way to overlook the vivid color of his eyes or the strong line of his jaw. He looked happy, and he was looking at Arthur like that.

Oh, shit.

Not okay. This was not part of the plan. Play a little, shag him, set up a semi-long-term system of being sex buddies, sure. He'd really been enjoying his night with the athlete. Who wouldn't? But this, looking at that smile and those eyes and feeling his heart stutter? He hadn't signed up for that.

Developing feelings for Alfred Jones was not what he'd had in mind.

"Arthur? Is something wrong?" There was a concerned frown on the jock's face as he looked up at the stunned Brit. "Arthur?"

Blinking, Arthur shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts then smiled. "Sorry, Master, I didn't mean to ignore you."

Alfred still looked worried. "What were you thinking about?"

How handsome you are.

That I like your smile more than I have right to.

Getting to be like this with you whenever I want.

His first few thoughts weren't response he could actually give, so Arthur looked down shyly and shifted against the larger male. "I was thinking how lucky I am to have you for a Master." That was close enough to the truth, right?

"Oh. Well, I'm lucky to have you for a pet." The bespectacled teen's crooked smile returned, and Arthur thought he would have put a hand over his heart if he hadn't been tied like this. His heart really needed to quit doing that.

"Thank you, Master," he mumbled to cover up his reaction, shifting again. "Am I going to ride you now?"

Gently, Alfred started to rub the golden blond's hips. "Yeah."

"Will Master help me?" Arthur put on his most winsome expression as he rose up onto his knees and tried to position himself above the athlete's groin. This sort of thing would have been much easier if he'd been able to use his hands.

The smile became an outright grin. "Maybe, if my pretty little pet asks nicely."

Ask nicely? He could do that.

Biting his lip, Arthur tucked his chin to his collarbone and looked at Alfred through his bangs, green eyes wide and innocent. "Please, Master," he began softly, his tone pleading, "help me pleasure you. I want you, want you to stretch me and fill me up. I want to call for you. Please."

"Mm…just because you asked so nicely…" With one hand on Arthur's hip to steady him, Alfred used his other hand to guide himself towards his pet's entrance. "Sit."

Arthur nodded obediently and began lowering his hips again, his back arching when the taller blond's cock pushed inside him. "Aaah…th-thank you…Master…"

Rubbing the punk's hips again, Alfred shifted and let out a soft moan. It was his third time taking Arthur tonight, and he still wasn't over how tight and hot the slender blond was, even after he'd been stretched and fucked. "Mm…good boy…you feel so good for me…" he purred, looking up at his pet through hooded eyes. His expression alone was enough to make Arthur shiver.

Already slightly out of breath, the green-eyed blond nodded and carefully rolled his hips. "Nnn…"

"Good?" Alfred used his grip on the punk's hips to help him move, his gaze moving back and forth between the look on Arthur's face and the way the Brit's cock bobbed as he moved. It looked like it must be painful to put up with, but it wouldn't be long now. After this, he'd help Arthur reach his release.

"Y-yes….hah…." Eyes closing in concentration, Arthur focused on moving, leaning back slightly to take Alfred deeper into himself.

"Mmm….good…"

It was. It was good, but already Arthur was getting impatient. This wasn't the punishment he'd been expecting.

"Master," he gasped after another minute or so of this slow moving, "please, help me…it's…not enough…I want more…please…"

The breathy request came as a small surprise to Alfred, but he was quick to smirk and nod. "You're very good at asking nicely," he commented, just before tightening his grip on Arthur's hips and yanking downwards at the same time that he bucked upwards.

Eyes going wide, Arthur threw his head back and let out a loud groan. "Hnnng…! Hah…hah…s-so big…so deep…Master…" he panted, rolling his hips as much as the larger male's hold would allow. "Ahh…"

A strained moan escaped Alfred's clenched jaw. "Damn, A-Artie…!" he forced out, bucking again to make the blond astride him cry out and struggle against his restraints.

"Master! Nng…ah…!" Desperate beyond belief, Arthur curled forward and started moving again, rolling his hips as quickly as he could manage. "Hah…ah…"

His own breath coming out in groans more often than not, Alfred's fingers dug into the smaller male's hips as he moved with him, thrusting up with so much force that Arthur's knees nearly left the mattress.

"Oh…oh god…M-Master….I…f-feel so good! Want…a-ah…hah…fuck…" Too out breath to finish his sentence, Arthur bucked weakly and let out a quiet moan. Alfred's only response was to move faster, to pull on the punk's hips so he could drive even deeper into his body. "Ah! Ah…Master! I…I can't…!"

"Arthur!"

Leaning back, the restrained blond took his Master's length as deep as he could manage, rolling his hips desperately as a shudder worked its way through him. His efforts earned a loud groan from the athlete, as well as a rough buck that put pressure on his prostate.

"Nng!" His entire body was shaking with the need for his release. All he could think to do was move faster, to grind his hips down on Alfred's and hope the blue-eyed teen was going to take pity on him soon. "S-so hot…big…g-god…Master…w-wanna feel you cum!"

Spurred on by that, Alfred spread his feet farther apart and bucked again, felt Arthur shudder and tighten as a cry left the punk's lips. He was close, so god damned close, that nothing could have held him back from thrusting into his captive again and again. Arthur was writhing on top of him, tears running down his cheeks from the pleasure and pain of it all.

"Please…Master…please!"

Fingers digging into hips, the athlete gave one last, vicious buck before his muscles spasmed with the force of his climax. "Arthur!" he shouted the musician's name, holding those slender hips against his own to make sure his pet would be filled to overflowing. Slowly, his body relaxed again; his hands fell away from the other blond's hips to rest limply at his sides, and his feet lost their purchase against the blankets, sliding until his legs lay flat.

"Damn," he panted, eyes closed as the white that had erased everything else faded to the black of his eyelids. It was while he was trying to catch his breath that a quiet whimper reached his ears, and he cracked one eye open to look up at the source.

His teeth digging into his lower lip, Arthur fought to hold still as he sat atop his Master. The athlete's softening cock was still buried in his ass, after all, so any movement would transfer to the overly sensitive flesh. But he couldn't help how badly he was trembling, and his hips twitched ever so slightly despite his best efforts. When he finally noticed Alfred was looking at him, he whined and ducked his head.

"Pl-please, Master," he begged, shoulders shaking, "it hurts so much…make it stop…I…I need to cum…please…"

The first response he got was a hand on his cheek, lifting his face to meet Alfred's blue-eyed gaze. As they looked at each other, the athlete sat up, causing his length to shift inside of Arthur and drawing a moan out of the smaller blond.

"Nn…please…" There were tears in his eyes and he keen pitifully. "Master…"

"Shhh, my pet," the taller blond soothed, close enough now that his nose brushed against Arthur's, "you'll get to release in just a moment."

Hope and relief came into Arthur's expression and he managed a weak smile. "Really?"

Alfred nodded. "Really." Using the hand he had on the punk's cheek, he pulled Arthur forward far enough to kiss him softly. Beneath the pierced teen, his hips rocked, and Arthur broke the kiss after only a few seconds.

"Haaah…ah…c-close…please…hurts…"

"I know, baby, I know," Alfred cooed, moving both hands to the smaller blond's hips. "Lift up," he commanded gently, and Arthur was quick to obey him, a whimper leaving the punk as he felt the athlete's length slip free.

"Good boy. Now, turn around and let me take those straps off."

He wanted to refuse. He wanted to say that the straps could wait, to demand that Alfred take off the stupid bloody cock ring that very instant so he could finally climax like he should have done so many times before now. But he didn't, because there was no way he was going to risk losing the mercy his Master was showing him. It was torture, though, to sit there quietly while Alfred unbuckled the straps and slipped them off his arms.

"There you go." A hand rubbed up and down his spine and Arthur arched into the touch, sighing quietly.

"Master…"

"Come here, pretty pet."

Overly eager, Arthur turned around and crawled into the athlete's lap, curling against Alfred's chest in search of warmth and comfort. The bespectacled blond kissed his shoulder, reaching around the punk and, as carefully as he could, removing the cock ring.

"Nnnng…." Just having that torturous device taken off was almost enough to make Arthur release, and he buried his face in Alfred's neck, his breathing uneven. "Please…please…"

Alfred set the ring aside and turned his attention back to the quiet pleading of his pet. The punk sounded like he might burst into tears if he refused, so the blue-eyed teen wrapped an arm around the smaller male to hold him close and sent his free hand back down between his lover's legs. He heard Arthur gasp when he touched him, felt the pierced teen trembling with desperate need.

"You did such a good job, Arthur," he cooed, gently gripping the hardened length and rubbing his hand up and down. "You made me feel so good. I know how sorry you are for teasing me. You're a good boy, Arthur."

"Nng…hah…th-thank you…M…Maaaaster!" Eyes screwed shut, Arthur clung to the larger male as his body shook with his impending climax. After being denied it so long, he was almost nervous to finally cum, but he probably would have burst into tears if Alfred suddenly changed his mind.

"You're welcome. Now, relax, and let me take care of you, pretty pet."

With a terse nod, Arthur pressed his face into the other teen's neck. Right away, the hand on his dick began to pump faster, started to twist and squeeze until there was no way Arthur could resist. The punk let out several loud moans as his body squirmed against Alfred, hips rolling and grinding in a desperate play for more, more friction, more heat, more everything.

"A-ah…shit…Al…fred…!" He couldn't keep his eyes open, couldn't do anything but trust Alfred to hold onto him as the athlete's thumb rubbed over his tip. That tiny shift in pressure made Arthur's world come undone. A hoarse shout left him as his hips bucked, his seed spilling onto Alfred's hand and both their laps. "Ohhhh fuck!"

Smiling, Alfred gently took his hand away and nuzzled his pet's cheek affectionately. "There you go, Artie. That was nice, wasn't it?"

There was no response, even after he waited nearly two full minutes. He wasn't worried, though, since he could feel the tremors in Arthur's body slowly fading away, and knew from his deep, ragged breathing that the exhaustion from his ordeal had put the punk to sleep almost immediately after his climax.

Cute, the athlete thought, taking another moment to cuddle Arthur before he carefully laid him down. His own exhaustion was only a few minutes away from claiming him, but he had enough energy to move the toys off the bed, pull down the blankets and tuck Arthur in before lying beside him. For now, they would sleep. Cleaning up would come later, and that was completely okay with him.

More sated than he'd ever been in his life, Alfred curled around his new lover's still form and closed his eyes, sighing happily.

That damn tease, that infuriating little bastard, his sexy slut, his pretty pet…his. Finally, after all this time, Arthur Kirkland was his. It was a nice thought to drift off to.

AUTHOR'S NOTE II:

I told you it was hella long. 34 pages, with my own custom margins and spacing.

First, I hope you all enjoyed the ridiculous amount of foreplay and sex in this fic. There's still one more chapter to go, so don't vanish just yet. The last part's where all the cute stuff is!

Second, don't ever expect me to write anything like this ever again. As much fun as I had, sitting at my laptop for nearly 25 straight hours to write just over half of this thing is not my idea of a good time.

Let me know what you thought! This was a request, so if you have one, feel free to message me on here or at my askblog and tell me about it.

See you next time!