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nickngregTitle: The Masquerade Series X2 - #10 "SlaveBoys"
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catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 10 of many.
Rating: NC17
Warning: Contains consentual Non-Con.
Pairings: Nick/ Greg
Disclaimers: We don't own them, it'd be nice if we did- we really wouldn't get any sleep then!
Summary: Wetness, nakedness and a challenge.
This is a series of Role Plays and Fantasies between the boys. Each will have two parts, 1 for Greg and 1 for Nick, their fantasy being fulfilled by the other. There will be as many parts as we have ideas for. Enjoy!
A/N: Just to let ya'll know we're having still much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again!
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csi_slash and nerdswithbadges
Chapter 1- "Untouched" can be found here
Chapter 2- "RentBoys" can be found here
Chapter 3- "FlyBoys" can be found here
Chapter 4- "CollegeBoys" can be found here
Chapter 5- "RomanticBoys" can be found here
Chapter 6- "StoreBoys" can be found here
Chapter 7- "HWCBoys" can be found here
Chapter 8- "SailorBoys" can be found here
Chapter 9- "WetBoys" can be found here
Warning: Contains con non-con
Part A: Nick
When Nick woke up it was dark. That was unusual, seeing as it was morning and normally his room would be light at this hour. He turned his head but everything looked equally dark. Drowsily, he realized there was something on his face and he raised his hands to see what it was.
“Don’t touch that!”
Greg’s voice cracked like a whip and Nick’s hands froze.
“Put them down,” Greg purred, his voice now silky smooth and seductively low.
Nick lowered his hands to his side and smiled.
He felt something brush over his chest and arched up in response. Whatever it was felt silky and light; it trailed down his torso and over his cock, making it twitch, and then down one leg, twining round his foot.
The sensation was electric without his vision; the soft whisper of fabric moving against his skin had left a trail of goose bumps in its wake. Nick stretched and shivered, waiting for whatever would come next.
Warm hands caressed his chest, gliding smoothly over his developed pectorals, pausing briefly to circle his nipples and he gasped, hoping to entice those hands into doing more. Fingertips feathered down his torso, tracing over his hipbones, dipping into the iliac furrow and Nick wanted to turn into the touch, trying to get those long slender fingers to touch his cock, but they moved on, gently taunting him.
It tickled, but not in a funny way, as the hands stroked the strong muscles of his thighs down to his knees, ghosting over his shins, stirring the fine hairs and causing them to stand on end as his nerve endings twitched and jumped. By now he was so sensitized that he shuddered when the fingers massaged the arches of his feet.
Then the hands were gone.
“Tell me.”
Nick jerked and remained silent, waiting for the hands to return.
“Tell me, Nicky.”
Nick moved restlessly, his hands and feet unrestrained, nothing bound but his eyes. He could easily have reached up and removed the blindfold. But he didn’t. He knew that Greg would not have done anything to deter him, so he was not quite sure why the simple command had worked.
“You have to tell me, Nicky.”
Still Nick could not find a way to tell Greg what he desired. He flinched as he felt the mattress shift as his lover straddled him; the only contact between them the lightest touch of Greg’s legs against his. But the warmth from that touch, from his lover hovering above him, was something he knew he needed more of.
He imagined those incredible eyes, so soft and deep, dark chocolate brown, framed by ridiculously long lush lashes looking down at his face and wondered what he looked like to his lover. He realized his mouth was open and shut it with a snap, imagining his lover looking down at his naked body, stretched out motionless on the bed. He knew his body turned Greg on and wondered if the younger man was having a difficult time keeping his hands away, but he doubted it. Whatever game Greg was playing, he would play with the concentration and single mindedness that made him so expert in the lab. So breathtaking in making love.
“Do you want me to touch you, Nick?”
Even now, Nick could not manage to put into words the inchoate longing that burgeoned behind the blindfold, to tell Greg the things he wanted, needed him to do. Touch me, love me, make me feel his mind was screaming. But the words would not come.
“Do you want to touch me, Nicky?”
Nick couldn’t answer.
“I have one hand on my throat, sliding my fingers down to touch that dip between my collarbones that you like to lick, Nicky.”
Nick couldn’t hear anything but he could imagine Greg tipping his head back, exposing the creamy, smooth skin of his throat, touching that vulnerable soft hollow that tempted Nick so much. At work, most of Greg’s skin was covered, by shirts, jeans, lab coats, gloves, masks. Anyone could see his face, his beautiful eyes, but that hollow was the only secret skin that showed, the hollow that led lower to the smooth chest and lower to still softer skin, skin that Nick thought he would never tire of touching. Skin that was only for him.
“I’m touching myself, Nicky. I’m touching my nipples; do you wish that you could? Do you wish you could see me touch them? I’m pinching them softly, just the way I like you to.” Greg broke off and his breath was audible, filling Nick with a wild desire to rip off the blindfold, reach for him and touch him. His mouth opened again and his tongue flicked against his lips briefly, as if he were seeking Greg’s nipples, wanting to kiss them, lick them, bite them.
“Do you want me to touch your nipples? Do you want me to pinch them and roll them between my fingers? Do you want me to kiss them, suck them into my mouth, flick my tongue over them, bite down softly, just a little bit, take a nibble?”
Silence and then Nick moaned, his hands moving to his own chest.
“No, Nicky, you can’t touch yourself until you tell me.”
Nick moaned again, pleading, but he knew that Greg wouldn’t relent and dropped his hands to his sides again. He heard the distinctive hush of skin sliding on skin and knew that Greg was sliding his hands lower.
“I’m touching my stomach now, Nicky, just running my hands up and down, over my chest to my stomach, dipping into my belly button, tugging that line of hair leading downward. I can’t reach to lick it myself, but I know how much you like to do that. Would you like to do that to me? Would you like me to do it to you?”
Greg’s voice was gentle, coaxing, as if he knew how much Nick wanted to beg, to plead. But Nick could hear the inexorable purpose behind the tender note and he knew he would get no relief until he told Greg.
“I’m brushing over that spot, the one in the crease of my thigh, the one I call the white spot, where the slightest touch of your finger can make me shudder and get hard. And I’m getting so hard for you, Nicky. Without even touching my cock. Without you touching me. God, if you could only see what you do to me.”
Nick’s cock twitched and hardened as he listened and he moaned again, pitifully low, almost a whimper. He felt goose bumps shiver across his skin and realized Greg was blowing warm air across his cock.
“I’m touching the skin on my inner thighs. It’s warm and soft and I’m thinking of how it feels when you’re lying between them. When your weight is pressing me into the mattress and I know you’re hot for me and you want me. I love how it feels when you kiss me there and stroke me so softly. Would you like it if I licked my way up your thighs?”
Nick’s hips were moving now, he could feel the muscles of his ass flexing, almost like they did when he jacked off, or made love. His mouth was open, he was breathing too hard to get enough oxygen through his nose. He couldn’t believe he was just lying here, listening to Greg’s voice, low and sexy; he’d never heard quite that tone before. Nick was beginning to wonder how well he really knew his young lover and whether he would come just listening to that voice softly making wicked suggestions.
“I’m stroking my cock now, wishing it was your hand or your mouth… or your ass. I’m so hard for you, Nicky. Hard and dripping. Like you, I can see the head of your cock is so hard and so wet. I just want a taste, want to lean down and lick slowly over the head and taste you, you’re so fucking delicious.”
For the first time, Nick heard a tremor in the low voice, making it vibrate with desire. He wondered how long Greg could hold out and miserably came to the conclusion that Greg’s will power was far more resolute than his own. He felt his own precum pool in his belly button.
“Now I’ve got one hand on my balls, man, this feels so good. But not as good as it feels when you lick them and suck them. Would you like to do that to me? Would you like it if I knelt down right here and licked yours?”
Nick shuddered and whimpered now, his hands clutching the sheets, knuckles white. He writhed slightly on the bed, knowing that Greg was looking at him, seeing every reaction of his body, knowing that soon…
“Tell me.”
Silence.
“All you have to do is tell me, Nicky, and I will kiss you and touch you and lick you and suck you. But you have to tell me.”
The pressure building in his groin was inexorable; he wondered if it was possible to come without being touched, just by being verbally tormented to death. Nick squirmed, rubbing his ass against the sheets, but he knew in the end, he would capitulate. It was a choice between two torments and, damn him, Greg knew that he couldn’t hold out forever.
By now the touch of his lover’s knees on either side of his thighs was agonizing, the heat generated between them burning into his skin. Nick jerked his hips as he felt the same silky cloth trail over his groin and he groaned loudly.
“Tell me.” This time it was barely a whisper, insistent and full of desire. “Tell me, Nicky.”
“I want you to kiss me!” Nick cried out in desperation, unable to stand the torment any longer.
He gasped as Greg’s mouth met his, sweet, warm, firm in a voluptuous kiss. He’d expected hard and passionate but this lush, slow kiss went on and on, a fitting reward for his surrender. They kissed until a need for breath pushed them apart and Nick realized that Greg had not allowed any contact other than their mouths.
“Tell me,” the hot whisper puffed across Nick’s lips and he opened them as if to capture the very breath that came from his lover.
“Kiss my neck,” Nick pleaded, lifting his chin to give Greg access.
Immediately a hot mouth descended on the tender skin of his throat, kissing, licking, nipping, moving downward toward his shoulder. Teeth bit gently into his tender trapezius muscle, and Nick cried out, “Mark me! Make me yours.”
Greg’s lips closed hard, sucking and nibbling and Nick could tell he would have a fine bruise there, marking him as Greg’s and he almost sobbed with relief.
“Tell me,” Greg’s voice came again, gentle, convincing.
“Touch me… my nipples.”
Nick jerked at the first brush of hot skin against his. Without his eyesight, every touch seemed to leave a trail of fire under his skin, burning deep into his core, running like quicksilver to his groin.
Those hands, warm, strong, tender touched him reverently, fingers rolling his nipples and gently tugging, pinching, teasing and Nick jerked, then groaned in relief. He hadn’t realized how his nipples had been aching to be touched, how sensitive they were.
“Suck them!” Nick implored his lover, without waiting for Greg’s prompt and instantly one of his nipples was engulfed in wet heat, a tongue flicking across it, hardening it. Nick arched up into the mouth, his hips moving unconsciously as he moaned in pleasure.
“Run your hands over me,” Nick begged.
Without releasing Nick’s nipple, Greg ran his hands soothingly over Nick’s skin, caressing his chest and stroking the rippling abs, feeling them shudder under his touch.
“I want to feel you against me, Greg, please,” Nick pleaded and gasped with relief as he felt Greg’s weight against him. Greg slid his chest smoothly against Nick’s, and the older man groaned.
The blindfold had robbed him of his sight, but all his other senses were heightened as a result. He could smell Greg, the familiar scent that signaled danger and safety, torture and bliss, want and need, desire and love. Sometimes at work he could smell where Greg had passed before him in the hall and he’d get a hard on, it was so potent. He could hear the muffled sound of skin sliding, feel the scraping of unshaved stubble. He wanted to taste Greg and stuck his tongue out, hoping for a miracle.
His skin was so sensitized, he was conscious of the smallest touches. Greg’s hands ran over his arms, stroking his biceps. Nick had never considered his arms to be an erogenous zone but he felt as if all his nerve endings led straight to his cock, every touch was sexual, sensual in a way he never would have noticed with his eyes open.
Unconsciously he parted his thighs. “Touch me, inside my thighs, touch me, Greg, lick me.”
Nick felt the mattress shift again as Greg moved down on the bed, getting between his thighs and he stiffened, waiting for the first feathery soft touch. He moaned and thrust upward as he felt Greg’s mouth hover, just breathing warmly on his sensitive skin. Greg’s hands never left his stomach and continued to stroke him comfortingly. Nick jerked again at the first hot swipe of tongue on his inner thigh and he spread his legs wider, unknowingly displaying himself to Greg’s greedy eyes. The hands drifted lower, trailing along the sensitive skin where the thigh met the hip as Greg’s tongue worked its way up.
Nick shuddered as hot, moist breath wafted over his cock and Greg’s voice came again, “Tell me.”
With a shiver, Nick succumbed yet again; he could not believe how easily Greg had enslaved him with a simple blindfold and two words. He had not been tied or restrained, Greg had not brought out handcuffs or created an elaborate scenario, he had not threatened nor used physical force and Nick had yielded to him, melted under the tender assault, seduced by the husky voice murmuring wicked suggestions.
“Suck me,” Nick begged.
He heard it then, a shuddering sigh. Another shift and a hand was cupping his balls, cradling them, as another stroked his cock gently.
And then, a hot, wet tongue licked the head of his cock delicately. For the first time, Nick heard a low moan from Greg and then that mouth was sucking in the head of his cock. It felt so hot, so gentle that Nick moaned and lifted his hips, trying to drive his cock deeper. He felt Greg open wider to accommodate him and thrust deeper still. Nick could feel saliva dripping down his shaft and shivered with the contrast of hot and cool sensations.
Gratefully, Nick moaned.
Greg pulled off and dipped lower, lipping one of Nick’s balls into his mouth, sucking softly, pulling gently and Nick spread his legs wider. Greg suckled one and then the other, his hand working Nick’s hard length as he did so. His hand wandered lower and pressed on the perineum and Nick’s hips moved faster. He lifted his hips, exposing his entrance, hoping Greg would take the hint, but his young lover was taking no hints today. Nick felt a vibration and knew Greg was humming his refrain for today, ‘tell me’.
“Please… please…” Nick moaned and Greg released him, whispering, “What do you want?”
“Please… lick me? Please…” Nick could hear the desperation in his voice as he begged.
Obediently Greg knelt and pushed a pillow under Nick’s hips, lifting his ass higher. Nick felt the first tentative touch of a tongue. Warm hands slid under him, cupping his ass, holding his cheeks open. The tongue was firmer now, circling, loosening, wetting. Nick’s hips were jerking with the sensation, this always felt so wrong to him but so good. And Greg had a wicked tongue; it always drove him wild when Greg surprised him with this.
Nick was writhing helplessly, wanting more than just a tongue and so came his final surrender.
“Fuck me… please…” Nick whispered in submission.
A pause, then Greg left his body, leaving Nick lying sightless and alone on the bed. Just when Nick was beginning to wonder he heard the drawer open and shut, the crisp sound of a foil packet being torn, the click of the lube cap. Another pause, and then a warm finger, pressing gently at his entrance, asking permission to enter. Slowly, so slowly, the finger slid in and waited for Nick to relax his muscles, pressing further inside at each sign of opening.
The finger moved slowly, stroking tenderly till the hard nub was found and caressed, teased, enthralled and Nick’s cock jerked, hard and needy, pressing up to his belly. Another finger was added and the gentle stretching continued until Nick was ready to scream.
Finally a hard cock pressed against him and eagerly Nick opened for it, welcoming Greg inside, arms and legs coming up to clasp his lover desperately, pulling him in. A strangled moan announced that Greg had succumbed to his own slow seduction, his own desires as overwhelming as Nick’s as he slid his cock inside.
Greg started a slow and tender rocking motion, but his need could not be denied and soon he was pounding into the older man, drilling him as hard as he could.
Electric jolts shivered through Nick and he felt every inch of his skin shivering with a new awareness. He gave himself over completely to the sensations he was feeling, marveling at how the loss of vision had added such an unexpected dimension to his other senses.
He felt a sweat droplet fall onto his skin from his lover’s slick body, the quiver of muscles as Greg strained over him, his legs braced between Nick’s thighs and the incredible feeling of fullness as the younger man’s hard cock glided in and out. Nick arched up and raised his knees to his chest, his world reduced to nothing more than sensation, feeling, being. He felt a hand circle his cock and jerked again from the sheer excitement of the unexpected touch of the hand sliding firmly over his shaft.
Nick heard the rasp of Greg’s breath and the tiny moans, the slap of their skin meeting, the wet sound of the cock moving inside him. He smelled Greg, the fresh scent mingled with musk and sweat, masculine and arousing. He tasted the salt of his own sweat and wished he could taste Greg, any part of him.
Unbearable pleasure spiraled upwards, each thrust brushing his sweet spot, filling him, and the excitement building in his groin was sparked higher with the thrilling bond he felt with his lover, this intimate joining of their bodies suddenly seemed remarkable to him. This was his beautiful boy, inside his body and he erupted in ecstasy, shooting his cum over Greg’s hand and stomach, straining with every quivering thrust.
The clenching of Nick’s muscles pulled Greg over the edge and he was falling, falling into darkness lit only with the incandescent light from his lover. He clung to Nick, afraid suddenly that he was alone and could not find his way back, but the firm muscle under his hands was reassuring to him as he blacked out. Nick would bring him back.
~*~
Minutes passed as they lay together, breathing heavily. Finally Nick pulled off the blindfold. He saw that Greg’s eyes were closed and his mouth open as he gasped for air. Nick held him gently, waiting for him to come back.
Now that he could see again, it was as if he’d never seen Greg before; he took in every detail with crystal vision. How beautiful his Greg was, skin so rich and creamy, long dark lashes fanned against the smooth cheeks, his nose straight and perfect, mouth curved and pink, made for kissing.
Nick caressed one angular shoulder and placed a loving kiss on it, as Greg began to stir. His lashes fluttered open and Greg said, “Fuck.”
“That was amazing.”
Greg smiled as he looked anxiously into Nick’s eyes. “Is it that hard to tell me what you want?”
Instantly serious, Nick said, “It is… for me. You’re different, Greg. It’s easy for you to say all this stuff. It’s hard for me.”
“It’s not always easy for me, Nicky. And sometimes…”
“Sometimes…” Nick prompted.
Greg shivered and Nick pulled him closer, encircling him in his warm embrace.
“Sometimes I feel… so vulnerable because I tell you… what I want. You don’t, so I have to study you and figure out what you want and try to give it to you.”
Nick was stunned by this confession. It never occurred to him that his own reticence could make Greg doubt himself, although he hadn’t said as much. His ability to sense what Greg was feeling seemed suddenly heightened by his experience of being blindfolded and he understood what Greg meant by studying his partner to divine his wishes.
“Greg?”
“Hmmm?”
Suddenly Nick wanted to babble, to blurt out every need, every fantasy to Greg. He knew he could trust the younger man with any desire, Greg wouldn’t make fun of him or think him weird; he would embrace every request and with enthusiasm enter into any scenario that Nick could outline.
“I want… I want so much… with you…”
“Tell me,” Greg said softly.
“I want to make love with you everywhere, I want to do every possible thing we can think of, I want to hold your hand and walk down the street, I want to kiss you in Paris, I want to tie you up and ravish you, I want you to do that to me, I want to meet your parents and have you meet mine, I want to marry you and have kids…”
“Wow.” Greg said, stunned with the sudden rush of feeling. He could feel Nick’s hands digging in, clinging to him and, with a sudden flash of intuition, realized that he was necessary to Nick.
“I want…”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to love me,” Nick said.
“I already do, babe, and always will,” Greg said, his eyes shining with love.
Nick reached up and kissed Greg gently on the lips, pausing only to whisper softly, “and what do you want?”
“I… want…”
“Tell me.”
Part Deux: Greg
The warlord Nickai slouched on his throne, bored, as representatives of threatened territories came forward with various proposals; suing for peace, negotiations for shared territory or futile threats. He had nothing to fear; the ferocity with which he had conquered the lands he’d invaded with his armies had shaken the resolve of those who ruled them.
For the most part Nickai was uninterested. The same greybeards and elder statesmen came gravely, with probing eyes and careful diplomatic speech, taking his measure to bring tidings back to their sovereigns of the intentions of the new conqueror.
Suddenly he straightened with renewed interest. Amongst the dignified statesmen, the boy stood out as a lamb amongst a pack of tired, grey wolves. His breath quickened as the boy approached, his pale skin glowing as if it were a pearl lit from within, his long dark hair reaching almost to his waist, intricate braids bound with jewels laying over the mass of loose strands.
His beautiful, innocent face was dominated by dark eyes fringed with long lashes, eyes that flashed defiance as he approached the throne. He wore a silk vest, embroidered and bejeweled, open on his chest. As he walked Nickai caught a glimpse of a golden ring pierced through one nipple. Loose fitting silken trousers hung low from his hips, sandals on slender, shapely feet.
The attention of the warrior king was attracted by the fine golden chain that circled the slender waist; clearly the boy was not a slave, therefore Nickai could not think what the chain signified. He licked his lips. The boy was not a slave, yet, but perhaps there would be time to rectify that.
Nickai sat straighter and focused his attention to hear what the beautiful boy had to say.
“My lord, I am Gregor, prince of Vegasian. My father, the king, has sent me to discuss terms with you. He has written you this letter.” The prince bowed respectfully low and handed the scroll to a servant, who knelt before the king, proffering it on a golden plate. “My father offers you greetings and gifts,” the prince added in a pleasingly modulated voice.
Nickai opened the scroll and perused it, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. “Your father has indeed sent a gift past price, one I’ve long been wanting.” His eyes raked over the prince’s slender form and the young man’s eyes flashed proudly at the insolent inspection. “Take him,” Nickai commanded, moving a finger slightly. Two of his guards seized the unprepared young man, who immediately grabbed for a spear with lightning reflexes. The larger guard managed to wrest it from him before he could throw it, and between them, the guards dragged the struggling young man from the room, under the frightened gaze of the other diplomats.
“Continue,” Nickai indicated the audience would proceed.
So experienced a warrior as he was well aware of the intimidating power of suspense. His face gave nothing away as he heard the various pleas and suits; his advisors informed the diplomats that they would have the king’s answer by the end of the week. None there sensed the impatience of the king to be gone from the tedium of the proceedings, nor his desire to see how the boy fared under his new captivity.
When the last greybeard had been ushered from his presence, Nickai stood, stretching his back. “Give me a battle and a sword in my hand any day compared to this rabble of double tongued serpents,” he commented to his second, a tall, handsome black man.
Ricardo smiled. “If you insist on conquering all in your path, then you must pay the consequences.”
“Why can’t they all just fight me, it’s so much more interesting,” Nickai complained.
“You have a warrior awaiting your conquering spear now, if I’m not mistaken,” Ricardo reminded him.
Nickai brightened. “Yes, has he been prepared?”
“As you wished, my lord.” Ricardo bowed. “You may check for yourself.”
“Then I’ll take my leave of you,” Nickai said, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
“I will see you later perhaps,” Ricardo teased.
Nickai flashed a gleaming smile at him, teeth dazzlingly white in contrast to his golden tanned face. “I think I shall be otherwise occupied, my friend,” he smirked and sauntered from the room.
He entered the great room that had belonged to the former king of this land. At first he’d scorned the silken cushions and great bed, being more accustomed to a worn leather tent to keep him from the elements in the field. However, he had to admit, the luxuries afforded by this ancient land could be… seductive.
He approached the bed, interested to see how his captive was faring. He caught his breath, enraptured with the vision that met his eyes. Gregor was bound to the bed, his arms stretched over his head, leather cuffs on each wrist, fastened with chains to the rail at the head of the bed. His legs were spread wide, leather cuffs circled each thigh just above the knee, holding him open, displaying him to the warrior king’s hungry gaze. He had been stripped, except for the jewels in his hair and nipple, and the golden chain that glittered around his waist.
Every sleek muscle of the long legs gleamed tautly as he struggled uselessly in his bonds. He glared at the king, his proud, dark eyes still defiant. His face was flushed from his struggles and when he saw the king, he arched off the bed, renewing his resistance, unaware that his position was profoundly arousing to the warrior monarch.
“What is this? Is this any way to use a royal prince who comes to sue for peace for his king and country?” the prince fairly spat at the king.
Nickai smiled and ran an appreciative hand over the prince’s smooth flank. “You are a prince no more, my little one. You are now a slave. My slave.”
“Under the aegis of peaceful negotiation, you may not enslave an envoy from an unconquered land,” the young man said indignantly.
“Nay, I did not simply seize you, lad,” Nickai said. “Your revered father did not share the contents of his letter with you, I take it.”
Gregor stilled, dread sneaking her cold fingers around his heart.
“I see by your face that he did not,” Nickai said mildly. “He is so anxious for his kingdom and his comfort that he made me a gift of your… services. He hopes that so valuable a gift will persuade me to turn from my path and leave him in place as ruler of his inherited lands.”
Gregor groaned and closed his eyes in despair. Not only had he been consigned to the hands of a warrior king, who would do who knows what to him, but there was also the fathomless stupidity of his father. One did not buy off warriors of this ilk; they took what was offered and seeing the giving of ransom as weakness, pursued the treasure of other lands ever more ardently. He was the youngest son and as such his advice unheeded, but he had never expected the venality of his father’s nature to take this form.
Bravely he opened his eyes to face his fate. He suspected from his lack of attire and his position that he was meant to serve this new king in ways to which he had no key. “So my father has given me to you in exchange for the freedom of my people and country?”
“Just so,” Nickai said, stroking one slim leg, noting the slight shiver in response. “It seems a useless gesture, but your beauty is such that it might beguile me into indulging your father’s wish.”
Turning his attention to his immediate future, Gregor suppressed a tremor in his voice as he asked, “What do you plan to do with me?”
“How old are you, young prince?” was the unexpected question.
“I am sixteen.”
“And have you known the pleasures of the flesh?”
“No,” said the prince bemusedly. “It was forbidden to me.”
“And you always do as you are told?”
“Of course not!” the prince burst out, stirring his limbs with the fervor of his response. “However…”
“It was represented to you that as a matter of benefit for the state you must keep yourself pure.”
“But I did not know it was to save myself for a barbarian that I was so ordered,” anguish colouring the young man’s voice. “Or I would have–” He compressed his lips, not wishing to reveal any more of his personal feelings to this savage.
Nickai bent over his captive. “Truly you please the eye and your wit is ready, your spirit brave. Have you no flaw that mars your perfection?”
The young man writhed as the warrior placed his calloused hands on the silken hair, twining long shining strands around his fingers. The warrior’s hair was shorn as was the custom of the fighting men of his kingdom, so he had a fascination with the long hair, wondering how it would feel sweeping over his torso with the prince astride him. However, it could wait until he’d tamed the young man.
He caressed the flushed curve of the young man’s cheek, sliding his hand lower on the smooth column of the vulnerable neck, licking his lips over the pink nipples; they just seemed to enhance the young man’s innocence. Nickai bent his head to take the pierced nipple in his mouth, flicking the golden ring with his tongue. He could hear the flutter of the young man’s heart as he took the nipple between his teeth, teasing it into a hardened nub. He wondered whether the ring heightened sensation or deadened it. Another question for a later time.
He stood straight again, his hands gliding over the young man’s muscled chest and as the young man arched, ostensibly to avoid the roaming hands, Nickai slid them under him, stroking the smooth back. He paused, feeling ridges of roughened skin.
“What is this? Scarring? Is this some ceremonial marking?”
“No,” the prince replied shortly.
“You gained these in battle?”
The prince gave a curt nod.
“That heightens your value immensely,” Nickai said, respect evident in his eyes. “You are a warrior, then?”
“I have fought,” the prince said.
“What is your weapon?”
“The bow and arrow.”
“Ah, you do not excel at the spear. Well, perhaps I will teach you, then, young one,” Nickai resumed his exploration of the supple young body.
“Better not or I might rid you of your head,” the young man gritted between his teeth.
Nickai smiled. Warrior himself, he had no respect for the meek; fighting spirit was what he admired and he recognized the heart of a lion when he saw one. He did not know if one such as this could be tamed; he had an inchoate glimmering that force would serve only to stiffen the resolve of the proud young man. Other means would be necessary.
“And what do you think of your father’s plan in making me a gift of you?” he inquired as he toyed with the golden chain about the prince’s waist.
“Useless,” the young man stated flatly. “It is useless to meet such as you except in battle. He also sent gold and jewels; once you give a measure of ransom, what is to prevent the aggressor from advancing to claim more?”
“You are wiser than your father, it seems,” Nickai said. “Braver too.”
Gregor bit his lip to keep his retort silent. Much good his wisdom or bravery had done him, he’d obeyed his father implicitly and this was his reward, tied to a barbarian’s bed, slave to who knew what future.
His captor’s hands slid lower yet, cupping his buttocks, caressing and moulding them. Gregor twisted uncomfortably, feeling exposed and helpless. He struggled with his restraints yet again but could feel no weakness in them.
Nickai admired the smooth roundness filling his hands, and, sliding lower still, he stroked the long muscles in the gleaming thighs of his captive. He massaged the curved swell of the calf muscles, feeling the tension stringing the young man taut. He marveled at the slender ankles and feet, elegant bones revealing the blood of a king. He raised one foot to his mouth and bit gently into the graceful arch.
A muffled groan surprised him into looking at the face of his captive; his eyes had closed, the lush lashes veiling the beautiful deep brown eyes and the pink mouth was open as he panted.
Nickai smiled. Untouched the young man might be but apparently of a nature as sensuous as it was courageous.
The warrior king divested himself of his own clothing, standing proudly naked before the young man, hard, defined muscles rippling under burnished golden skin. His culture had no shame in being unclothed but he knew it was otherwise in the prince’s land. The very act of taking his garments had offered him the deepest insult and Nickai knew that restraining him in the revealing position was deeply humiliating to the young man, though to his credit, he did not betray that to his captor.
“You are here at my pleasure, young prince,” Nickai said. “As my slave, I could have had you killed or harnessed to the spit in the kitchen. However, if you choose, you may earn certain freedoms.”
“How would I do that?”
“My lord.”
“What?”
“You will address me respectfully as my lord, for I am now your lord in every sense of the word.” Nickai smiled predatorily at the young man. “I could merely have you executed if you prove too much trouble. You are now my possession and I will not spend time in the taming if it proves too difficult.”
Nickai bent and licked the young man’s face, sliding his tongue down his neck. At the base of his throat, he latched on and sucked fiercely until he’d created a purple bruise. “My first mark upon your body, truly you belong to me,” he said thoughtfully, noticing the young man shiver in fear.
Abruptly, Nickai turned and took up a flask of oil that had been left by the side of the bed. He anointed his erect cock and approached the young man from the foot of the bed, looking lustfully at the small, furled opening.
“This is my due,” was all he said as he knelt between the wide-spread thighs.
Gregor felt blunt warmth at his most secret opening and tried to twist away, but strong hands held his hips tightly, preventing his frantic efforts. He clenched, trying to prevent the invasion but the stronger man pushed forward ruthlessly.
“Relax, little prince,” Nickai ordered. “It will hurt less, but I will take you, hurt or no. It is up to you.”
The prince strained again, but the harder he tensed his muscles, the more the pain tore at him. He breathed deep and struggled to relax against the large organ pressing into him. He looked at the face of the warrior claiming him, but the man was avidly watching his own shaft piercing the virgin opening as it stretched around him.
Gregor gasped with pain, his eyes tight, breathing hard to deal with the agony in silence.
“My prince, you bear the invasion for your people, let your sacrifice assuage you,” Nickai murmured soothingly.
“It hurts, my– my lord!” Gregor could not keep his exclamation inside.
“Only to begin with,” Nickai grunted, forcing his length inside in one vigorous thrust.
A trickle of blood reddened the young prince’s lip as he bit into it to silence himself and his eyes were tightly shut.
Nickai paused to allow the young man to compose himself, watching as he dealt with the pain. Then leaning forward, he ran his tongue across the prince’s lips, tasting the blood and tenderly licking the succulent mouth clean. ‘A small part of his soul is now mine.’ he thought, taking pleasure that this further part of his captive now belonged to him.
“Do you prefer life or is this worse than death, my prince?” Nickai inquired.
“Life on any terms gives hope for escape,” the young man gasped.
“Then endure, and plan your escape,” the warrior said, “Or you can learn to enjoy, whatever the circumstance.”
“What pleasure is to be had for me, when you are taking yours so boldly.”
Gregor yelped as the king’s hand met his bottom with a resounding slap.
“My lord,” Nickai reminded him.
“My lord,” Gregor acquiesced.
Nickai smiled. “Let me show you.”
Changing the angle of his hips he drew his length out almost to the tip and glided back in smoothly, watching the young man’s face. Seeing no response, he changed position slightly and thrust in again.
The young man’s face was transformed with dawning bliss and he arched slightly under the warrior.
“What was that? Can you do it again? Um, my lord?”
Nickai smiled again, having found the young man’s pleasure spot, he settled to tantalize him with a lengthy fucking. His hand found Gregor’s manhood, hardening now under his caresses and he stroked in time with his flexing hips.
The narrow passage was so hot and smooth, gripping his organ tightly, that unwontedly quickly, Nickai found himself approaching climax. Too late, he tried to stave off the inevitable, but spilled himself deep inside the young prince, who cried out to feel the liquid fire of the warrior’s seed.
Pleading eyes met the king’s, and the prince thrust his aching cock into the warrior’s hand. Teasingly Nickai smiled.
“You find the invasion pleasurable, young prince?”
Gregor writhed, rebellion and arousal warring for ascendancy, unwilling to permit this barbarian to see how affected he was. He had not guessed that such pleasure existed at the hands of another and he was cast adrift from the familiar moorings of his life. Within the space of an hour, he’d gone from prince to slave, defiant captive to willing lover, as yet too proud to beg for release, guessing that it was a matter of pride to his captor to bring him to the peaks of pleasure.
Sensing this was the only power left to him, he left his pleas unvoiced, calming himself as well as he was able. The dark eyes of the warlord stared into his, burning with desire and Gregor felt the man’s cock harden again within his body. His stormy expression melted into wonder as he was filled again with hard evidence of his lord’s desire.
Nickai swooped to kiss the parted full lips, nipping at the juicy mouth before plunging his tongue into the hot depths. He gasped as he felt the fervent response of the prince, sucking his tongue, swirling in a frenzied fight for dominance.
Triumphantly, Nickai deepened the kiss, reveling in the passionate savagery with which the prince met him. He gentled the kiss, making it opulent and sensuous, a reflection of the way in which he wished to make love to the prince.
Whereas the first taking had marked his ownership and domination; the second would encompass the blazing passion that flared between them. Urgently Nickai caressed the young man’s body, feeling hard muscle under hot velvet skin. Sweat glowed on the luminous skin, almost iridescent with a pearl-like shimmer.
The prince stammered breathlessly, arching under the exploration of mouth and hands, Nickai’s cock still hardening inside him. He’d never experienced this feeling of fullness, or such arousal, his passions flaring as the unfamiliar touches raised him higher.
Nickai judged the young man to be ready to continue, past ready as he had not yet found release. He began to move, knowing now where the spot was located which brought the young man the most pleasure.
“My lord… please… my lord…” the young man cried out, confused and almost incoherent, not knowing what he pleaded for.
Pain was gone, the pleasure exquisite in its place. He writhed helplessly in his bindings, unable to reach toward the warrior, wanting to feel the glowing golden skin under his hands, to map the defined straining muscles as the older man worked over him.
Nickai thrust harder, reaching ever deeper inside the young man, wanting to possess him completely, not only his body, but his soul, his mind, his emotions, his very spirit. His hand was on the young man’s organ, pumping in time as he pounded into him, climbing the pinnacle together, determined that the prince should spend before him.
The young man’s voice raised in a wail, wildly signaling his impending release. His cock jerked in Nickai’s hand and he spurted pearly fluid over his stomach and chest, coming with a great shout. He relaxed bonelessly under the king, who thrust furiously until he came again, spilling his seed in the body of his captive once more.
Nickai collapsed over the prince, slick with sweat as their skin slid together with the movement of their violent breathing. Finally he roused himself and fetched a wet cloth to clean them.
He caressed the curve of the young man’s face, admiring the flushed skin, parted swollen lips and dark lashes lying on pale cheeks.
“What think you now, young prince? Does slavery hold any attraction for you?”
“No, my lord,” the prince answered, not opening his eyes.
“I thought I had pleased you,” the warrior king was affronted.
Dark eyes opened and the prince smiled for the first time, and Nickai suppressed a gasp, his heart falling anew for the beautiful young man.
“Slavery holds no appeal for me,” the prince said, adding “My lord,” belatedly. “Sorry, it will take me time to get used to that.” Impudently the prince’s eyes swept over the warrior’s lordly form. “But you do.”
Nickai chuckled. “I begin to see why your father might want to be rid of you. Intelligent, courageous and adaptable. You are audacious for a captive.”
“And I begin to see how I might win my freedom, my lord,” the prince said.
“By enslaving me, no doubt,” Nickai rejoined pointedly.
“Could I do so?” the captive asked naively.
“What do you think?” Nickai murmured as he kissed the young man’s enticing mouth.
Desire flamed between them in an instant, Nickai reaching for the young man, encircling him in his arms. He mouthed the pierced nipple again, flicking the ring up and down with his tongue to the soft moans from the prince.
Gregor twisted in his bindings, desperate to touch the older man so bent on using him for his pleasure. He wished to explore the burnished skin, mapping each swell of bulging muscle and to put his mouth on the king who claimed his body. He arched under the king’s kisses, crying out with every swirl of tongue, every gentle nip, lips sucking his flesh, marking him again, he knew.
With a cry of exultance, Nickai knelt between warm silky thighs, sucking the soft skin there, kissing his way to the young man’s groin. He took the semi hard cock in his mouth, suckling it fervently, wanting to know the taste of his prince, his enslaver.
The prince cried out and arched into the wet heat, an incandescent fire kindling in his groin. He felt a finger probe his entrance and brush over the pleasure spot, sending sparks arcing up his spine. Pleasure rippled from his core out to the edges of his body, shaking him with helpless tremors as his hips moved ever faster, thrusting into the seeking mouth of the man who knelt to him.
He came, erupting into the smoldering mouth of the warrior, who swallowed greedily, licking his lips as he placed the limp organ gently on the prince’s stomach.
Nickai raised the prince’s legs to his shoulders and pressed forward to claim his territory once again, entering the young man gently this time. He looked into the beautiful face, eyes open with wonder and acceptance as he glided in and out, tenderly making love to his prince. His orgasm, when it came, was as satisfying as those that preceded them, but a new warmth glowed within him, a bond forged in their fiery connection. He knew the young man might win his freedom, but he would never let him go.
He lay with the prince, pillowing his head on the young man’s heart, feeling the thud against his cheek as it slowed. Nickai left the prince’s body reluctantly, cleaning them both again. He walked to the huge jewel case on the great desk. He selected a charm from it, a golden sun, studded with rubies and attached it to the golden chain around the prince’s waist.
“What is that, my lord?” Gregor asked curiously.
“It’s my symbol; it means that you are mine. No other can claim you whilst you wear that. You will come only to my bed,” Nickai answered.
“So I am to be a concubine?”
“No, you will be my consort. I would wed you,” Nickai said.
Gregor gasped. From prince to slave to prince it seemed. “You… care for me?”
“I love you, I always have.”
“How could you? You did not know me before today,” the prince asked in wonder.
“I have always known you, our souls are entwined. Don’t you feel this?” Trembling, the young man nodded. “I have been looking for you in this life, and now that I have found you, I will reawaken your love for me. And I will love you forever.” Nickai bowed his proud head humbly to the bound prince. “I am yours, my love.”
~*~
Nick unbuckled the straps around his legs and Greg let them fall numbly to the bed.
“Where in the scenario did it say you would fuck me three ways into next week?” he demanded.
Nick chuckled. “Sorry about that, I guess I just got carried away. You looked so hot in that get up and then when I got you in these knee straps, holy fuck!”
Greg groaned as his wrists were released. “And what’s with the pulley over the bed?”
“Well, I had to have something to hold your legs up, didn’t I?” Nick protested with a twinkle in his eye.
“You are so gonna regret that,” Greg groaned again. He moved gingerly, stiff from the long confinement and vigour of their encounter.
Nick cuddled down next to him on the bed, stroking his side with one hand, silently flicking the nipple ring with the other.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get your nipple pierced?”
“No!” Greg glared at his lover and twisted the clip-on ring off. “Do you know the rate of infection for nipple piercings? I would have to inspect the facility’s autoclave, probably take a sample and see their certificates. And what about potential numbness after the procedure–”
“All right, all right, how about a tattoo?”
“Hepatitis, Nicky. What’s this obsession with marking my body?”
“It’s kinda hot. By the way, better wear a shirt with a collar to work tomorrow.”
“Again?” Greg touched his neck, probing the bruise. “You really did get carried away with this scenario. Are we gonna have to do this one again?”
He grinned as Nick nodded vigorously.
“Oh, yeah!” Nick said, grinning back. “Come on, let me make it up to you. I’ll give you a bath.” He got up and hoisted Greg off the bed.
Greg moaned and stretched, then seeing the light kindling in Nick’s eyes, said, “No sex in the tub. Unless you blow me. I’m too sore.”
“Okay, love, come on, I’ll be gentle.” Nick pulled Greg close and supported him as he wobbled down the hall. “Will you at least wear that chain under your clothes to work?”
Greg smiled at him, “Okay, no tattoo, no piercing, but I’ll wear the chain. Why does that turn you on?”
“Because I’ll be the only one who knows what’s under your clothes, my prince.” Nick pulled him close and kissed him gently.
Tbc?
Authors:
catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75Chapter: 10 of many.
Rating: NC17
Warning: Contains consentual Non-Con.
Pairings: Nick/ Greg
Disclaimers: We don't own them, it'd be nice if we did- we really wouldn't get any sleep then!
Summary: Wetness, nakedness and a challenge.
This is a series of Role Plays and Fantasies between the boys. Each will have two parts, 1 for Greg and 1 for Nick, their fantasy being fulfilled by the other. There will be as many parts as we have ideas for. Enjoy!
A/N: Just to let ya'll know we're having still much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again!
X-posted at
csi_slash and nerdswithbadgesChapter 1- "Untouched" can be found here
Chapter 2- "RentBoys" can be found here
Chapter 3- "FlyBoys" can be found here
Chapter 4- "CollegeBoys" can be found here
Chapter 5- "RomanticBoys" can be found here
Chapter 6- "StoreBoys" can be found here
Chapter 7- "HWCBoys" can be found here
Chapter 8- "SailorBoys" can be found here
Chapter 9- "WetBoys" can be found here
Warning: Contains con non-con
Part A: Nick
When Nick woke up it was dark. That was unusual, seeing as it was morning and normally his room would be light at this hour. He turned his head but everything looked equally dark. Drowsily, he realized there was something on his face and he raised his hands to see what it was.
“Don’t touch that!”
Greg’s voice cracked like a whip and Nick’s hands froze.
“Put them down,” Greg purred, his voice now silky smooth and seductively low.
Nick lowered his hands to his side and smiled.
He felt something brush over his chest and arched up in response. Whatever it was felt silky and light; it trailed down his torso and over his cock, making it twitch, and then down one leg, twining round his foot.
The sensation was electric without his vision; the soft whisper of fabric moving against his skin had left a trail of goose bumps in its wake. Nick stretched and shivered, waiting for whatever would come next.
Warm hands caressed his chest, gliding smoothly over his developed pectorals, pausing briefly to circle his nipples and he gasped, hoping to entice those hands into doing more. Fingertips feathered down his torso, tracing over his hipbones, dipping into the iliac furrow and Nick wanted to turn into the touch, trying to get those long slender fingers to touch his cock, but they moved on, gently taunting him.
It tickled, but not in a funny way, as the hands stroked the strong muscles of his thighs down to his knees, ghosting over his shins, stirring the fine hairs and causing them to stand on end as his nerve endings twitched and jumped. By now he was so sensitized that he shuddered when the fingers massaged the arches of his feet.
Then the hands were gone.
“Tell me.”
Nick jerked and remained silent, waiting for the hands to return.
“Tell me, Nicky.”
Nick moved restlessly, his hands and feet unrestrained, nothing bound but his eyes. He could easily have reached up and removed the blindfold. But he didn’t. He knew that Greg would not have done anything to deter him, so he was not quite sure why the simple command had worked.
“You have to tell me, Nicky.”
Still Nick could not find a way to tell Greg what he desired. He flinched as he felt the mattress shift as his lover straddled him; the only contact between them the lightest touch of Greg’s legs against his. But the warmth from that touch, from his lover hovering above him, was something he knew he needed more of.
He imagined those incredible eyes, so soft and deep, dark chocolate brown, framed by ridiculously long lush lashes looking down at his face and wondered what he looked like to his lover. He realized his mouth was open and shut it with a snap, imagining his lover looking down at his naked body, stretched out motionless on the bed. He knew his body turned Greg on and wondered if the younger man was having a difficult time keeping his hands away, but he doubted it. Whatever game Greg was playing, he would play with the concentration and single mindedness that made him so expert in the lab. So breathtaking in making love.
“Do you want me to touch you, Nick?”
Even now, Nick could not manage to put into words the inchoate longing that burgeoned behind the blindfold, to tell Greg the things he wanted, needed him to do. Touch me, love me, make me feel his mind was screaming. But the words would not come.
“Do you want to touch me, Nicky?”
Nick couldn’t answer.
“I have one hand on my throat, sliding my fingers down to touch that dip between my collarbones that you like to lick, Nicky.”
Nick couldn’t hear anything but he could imagine Greg tipping his head back, exposing the creamy, smooth skin of his throat, touching that vulnerable soft hollow that tempted Nick so much. At work, most of Greg’s skin was covered, by shirts, jeans, lab coats, gloves, masks. Anyone could see his face, his beautiful eyes, but that hollow was the only secret skin that showed, the hollow that led lower to the smooth chest and lower to still softer skin, skin that Nick thought he would never tire of touching. Skin that was only for him.
“I’m touching myself, Nicky. I’m touching my nipples; do you wish that you could? Do you wish you could see me touch them? I’m pinching them softly, just the way I like you to.” Greg broke off and his breath was audible, filling Nick with a wild desire to rip off the blindfold, reach for him and touch him. His mouth opened again and his tongue flicked against his lips briefly, as if he were seeking Greg’s nipples, wanting to kiss them, lick them, bite them.
“Do you want me to touch your nipples? Do you want me to pinch them and roll them between my fingers? Do you want me to kiss them, suck them into my mouth, flick my tongue over them, bite down softly, just a little bit, take a nibble?”
Silence and then Nick moaned, his hands moving to his own chest.
“No, Nicky, you can’t touch yourself until you tell me.”
Nick moaned again, pleading, but he knew that Greg wouldn’t relent and dropped his hands to his sides again. He heard the distinctive hush of skin sliding on skin and knew that Greg was sliding his hands lower.
“I’m touching my stomach now, Nicky, just running my hands up and down, over my chest to my stomach, dipping into my belly button, tugging that line of hair leading downward. I can’t reach to lick it myself, but I know how much you like to do that. Would you like to do that to me? Would you like me to do it to you?”
Greg’s voice was gentle, coaxing, as if he knew how much Nick wanted to beg, to plead. But Nick could hear the inexorable purpose behind the tender note and he knew he would get no relief until he told Greg.
“I’m brushing over that spot, the one in the crease of my thigh, the one I call the white spot, where the slightest touch of your finger can make me shudder and get hard. And I’m getting so hard for you, Nicky. Without even touching my cock. Without you touching me. God, if you could only see what you do to me.”
Nick’s cock twitched and hardened as he listened and he moaned again, pitifully low, almost a whimper. He felt goose bumps shiver across his skin and realized Greg was blowing warm air across his cock.
“I’m touching the skin on my inner thighs. It’s warm and soft and I’m thinking of how it feels when you’re lying between them. When your weight is pressing me into the mattress and I know you’re hot for me and you want me. I love how it feels when you kiss me there and stroke me so softly. Would you like it if I licked my way up your thighs?”
Nick’s hips were moving now, he could feel the muscles of his ass flexing, almost like they did when he jacked off, or made love. His mouth was open, he was breathing too hard to get enough oxygen through his nose. He couldn’t believe he was just lying here, listening to Greg’s voice, low and sexy; he’d never heard quite that tone before. Nick was beginning to wonder how well he really knew his young lover and whether he would come just listening to that voice softly making wicked suggestions.
“I’m stroking my cock now, wishing it was your hand or your mouth… or your ass. I’m so hard for you, Nicky. Hard and dripping. Like you, I can see the head of your cock is so hard and so wet. I just want a taste, want to lean down and lick slowly over the head and taste you, you’re so fucking delicious.”
For the first time, Nick heard a tremor in the low voice, making it vibrate with desire. He wondered how long Greg could hold out and miserably came to the conclusion that Greg’s will power was far more resolute than his own. He felt his own precum pool in his belly button.
“Now I’ve got one hand on my balls, man, this feels so good. But not as good as it feels when you lick them and suck them. Would you like to do that to me? Would you like it if I knelt down right here and licked yours?”
Nick shuddered and whimpered now, his hands clutching the sheets, knuckles white. He writhed slightly on the bed, knowing that Greg was looking at him, seeing every reaction of his body, knowing that soon…
“Tell me.”
Silence.
“All you have to do is tell me, Nicky, and I will kiss you and touch you and lick you and suck you. But you have to tell me.”
The pressure building in his groin was inexorable; he wondered if it was possible to come without being touched, just by being verbally tormented to death. Nick squirmed, rubbing his ass against the sheets, but he knew in the end, he would capitulate. It was a choice between two torments and, damn him, Greg knew that he couldn’t hold out forever.
By now the touch of his lover’s knees on either side of his thighs was agonizing, the heat generated between them burning into his skin. Nick jerked his hips as he felt the same silky cloth trail over his groin and he groaned loudly.
“Tell me.” This time it was barely a whisper, insistent and full of desire. “Tell me, Nicky.”
“I want you to kiss me!” Nick cried out in desperation, unable to stand the torment any longer.
He gasped as Greg’s mouth met his, sweet, warm, firm in a voluptuous kiss. He’d expected hard and passionate but this lush, slow kiss went on and on, a fitting reward for his surrender. They kissed until a need for breath pushed them apart and Nick realized that Greg had not allowed any contact other than their mouths.
“Tell me,” the hot whisper puffed across Nick’s lips and he opened them as if to capture the very breath that came from his lover.
“Kiss my neck,” Nick pleaded, lifting his chin to give Greg access.
Immediately a hot mouth descended on the tender skin of his throat, kissing, licking, nipping, moving downward toward his shoulder. Teeth bit gently into his tender trapezius muscle, and Nick cried out, “Mark me! Make me yours.”
Greg’s lips closed hard, sucking and nibbling and Nick could tell he would have a fine bruise there, marking him as Greg’s and he almost sobbed with relief.
“Tell me,” Greg’s voice came again, gentle, convincing.
“Touch me… my nipples.”
Nick jerked at the first brush of hot skin against his. Without his eyesight, every touch seemed to leave a trail of fire under his skin, burning deep into his core, running like quicksilver to his groin.
Those hands, warm, strong, tender touched him reverently, fingers rolling his nipples and gently tugging, pinching, teasing and Nick jerked, then groaned in relief. He hadn’t realized how his nipples had been aching to be touched, how sensitive they were.
“Suck them!” Nick implored his lover, without waiting for Greg’s prompt and instantly one of his nipples was engulfed in wet heat, a tongue flicking across it, hardening it. Nick arched up into the mouth, his hips moving unconsciously as he moaned in pleasure.
“Run your hands over me,” Nick begged.
Without releasing Nick’s nipple, Greg ran his hands soothingly over Nick’s skin, caressing his chest and stroking the rippling abs, feeling them shudder under his touch.
“I want to feel you against me, Greg, please,” Nick pleaded and gasped with relief as he felt Greg’s weight against him. Greg slid his chest smoothly against Nick’s, and the older man groaned.
The blindfold had robbed him of his sight, but all his other senses were heightened as a result. He could smell Greg, the familiar scent that signaled danger and safety, torture and bliss, want and need, desire and love. Sometimes at work he could smell where Greg had passed before him in the hall and he’d get a hard on, it was so potent. He could hear the muffled sound of skin sliding, feel the scraping of unshaved stubble. He wanted to taste Greg and stuck his tongue out, hoping for a miracle.
His skin was so sensitized, he was conscious of the smallest touches. Greg’s hands ran over his arms, stroking his biceps. Nick had never considered his arms to be an erogenous zone but he felt as if all his nerve endings led straight to his cock, every touch was sexual, sensual in a way he never would have noticed with his eyes open.
Unconsciously he parted his thighs. “Touch me, inside my thighs, touch me, Greg, lick me.”
Nick felt the mattress shift again as Greg moved down on the bed, getting between his thighs and he stiffened, waiting for the first feathery soft touch. He moaned and thrust upward as he felt Greg’s mouth hover, just breathing warmly on his sensitive skin. Greg’s hands never left his stomach and continued to stroke him comfortingly. Nick jerked again at the first hot swipe of tongue on his inner thigh and he spread his legs wider, unknowingly displaying himself to Greg’s greedy eyes. The hands drifted lower, trailing along the sensitive skin where the thigh met the hip as Greg’s tongue worked its way up.
Nick shuddered as hot, moist breath wafted over his cock and Greg’s voice came again, “Tell me.”
With a shiver, Nick succumbed yet again; he could not believe how easily Greg had enslaved him with a simple blindfold and two words. He had not been tied or restrained, Greg had not brought out handcuffs or created an elaborate scenario, he had not threatened nor used physical force and Nick had yielded to him, melted under the tender assault, seduced by the husky voice murmuring wicked suggestions.
“Suck me,” Nick begged.
He heard it then, a shuddering sigh. Another shift and a hand was cupping his balls, cradling them, as another stroked his cock gently.
And then, a hot, wet tongue licked the head of his cock delicately. For the first time, Nick heard a low moan from Greg and then that mouth was sucking in the head of his cock. It felt so hot, so gentle that Nick moaned and lifted his hips, trying to drive his cock deeper. He felt Greg open wider to accommodate him and thrust deeper still. Nick could feel saliva dripping down his shaft and shivered with the contrast of hot and cool sensations.
Gratefully, Nick moaned.
Greg pulled off and dipped lower, lipping one of Nick’s balls into his mouth, sucking softly, pulling gently and Nick spread his legs wider. Greg suckled one and then the other, his hand working Nick’s hard length as he did so. His hand wandered lower and pressed on the perineum and Nick’s hips moved faster. He lifted his hips, exposing his entrance, hoping Greg would take the hint, but his young lover was taking no hints today. Nick felt a vibration and knew Greg was humming his refrain for today, ‘tell me’.
“Please… please…” Nick moaned and Greg released him, whispering, “What do you want?”
“Please… lick me? Please…” Nick could hear the desperation in his voice as he begged.
Obediently Greg knelt and pushed a pillow under Nick’s hips, lifting his ass higher. Nick felt the first tentative touch of a tongue. Warm hands slid under him, cupping his ass, holding his cheeks open. The tongue was firmer now, circling, loosening, wetting. Nick’s hips were jerking with the sensation, this always felt so wrong to him but so good. And Greg had a wicked tongue; it always drove him wild when Greg surprised him with this.
Nick was writhing helplessly, wanting more than just a tongue and so came his final surrender.
“Fuck me… please…” Nick whispered in submission.
A pause, then Greg left his body, leaving Nick lying sightless and alone on the bed. Just when Nick was beginning to wonder he heard the drawer open and shut, the crisp sound of a foil packet being torn, the click of the lube cap. Another pause, and then a warm finger, pressing gently at his entrance, asking permission to enter. Slowly, so slowly, the finger slid in and waited for Nick to relax his muscles, pressing further inside at each sign of opening.
The finger moved slowly, stroking tenderly till the hard nub was found and caressed, teased, enthralled and Nick’s cock jerked, hard and needy, pressing up to his belly. Another finger was added and the gentle stretching continued until Nick was ready to scream.
Finally a hard cock pressed against him and eagerly Nick opened for it, welcoming Greg inside, arms and legs coming up to clasp his lover desperately, pulling him in. A strangled moan announced that Greg had succumbed to his own slow seduction, his own desires as overwhelming as Nick’s as he slid his cock inside.
Greg started a slow and tender rocking motion, but his need could not be denied and soon he was pounding into the older man, drilling him as hard as he could.
Electric jolts shivered through Nick and he felt every inch of his skin shivering with a new awareness. He gave himself over completely to the sensations he was feeling, marveling at how the loss of vision had added such an unexpected dimension to his other senses.
He felt a sweat droplet fall onto his skin from his lover’s slick body, the quiver of muscles as Greg strained over him, his legs braced between Nick’s thighs and the incredible feeling of fullness as the younger man’s hard cock glided in and out. Nick arched up and raised his knees to his chest, his world reduced to nothing more than sensation, feeling, being. He felt a hand circle his cock and jerked again from the sheer excitement of the unexpected touch of the hand sliding firmly over his shaft.
Nick heard the rasp of Greg’s breath and the tiny moans, the slap of their skin meeting, the wet sound of the cock moving inside him. He smelled Greg, the fresh scent mingled with musk and sweat, masculine and arousing. He tasted the salt of his own sweat and wished he could taste Greg, any part of him.
Unbearable pleasure spiraled upwards, each thrust brushing his sweet spot, filling him, and the excitement building in his groin was sparked higher with the thrilling bond he felt with his lover, this intimate joining of their bodies suddenly seemed remarkable to him. This was his beautiful boy, inside his body and he erupted in ecstasy, shooting his cum over Greg’s hand and stomach, straining with every quivering thrust.
The clenching of Nick’s muscles pulled Greg over the edge and he was falling, falling into darkness lit only with the incandescent light from his lover. He clung to Nick, afraid suddenly that he was alone and could not find his way back, but the firm muscle under his hands was reassuring to him as he blacked out. Nick would bring him back.
~*~
Minutes passed as they lay together, breathing heavily. Finally Nick pulled off the blindfold. He saw that Greg’s eyes were closed and his mouth open as he gasped for air. Nick held him gently, waiting for him to come back.
Now that he could see again, it was as if he’d never seen Greg before; he took in every detail with crystal vision. How beautiful his Greg was, skin so rich and creamy, long dark lashes fanned against the smooth cheeks, his nose straight and perfect, mouth curved and pink, made for kissing.
Nick caressed one angular shoulder and placed a loving kiss on it, as Greg began to stir. His lashes fluttered open and Greg said, “Fuck.”
“That was amazing.”
Greg smiled as he looked anxiously into Nick’s eyes. “Is it that hard to tell me what you want?”
Instantly serious, Nick said, “It is… for me. You’re different, Greg. It’s easy for you to say all this stuff. It’s hard for me.”
“It’s not always easy for me, Nicky. And sometimes…”
“Sometimes…” Nick prompted.
Greg shivered and Nick pulled him closer, encircling him in his warm embrace.
“Sometimes I feel… so vulnerable because I tell you… what I want. You don’t, so I have to study you and figure out what you want and try to give it to you.”
Nick was stunned by this confession. It never occurred to him that his own reticence could make Greg doubt himself, although he hadn’t said as much. His ability to sense what Greg was feeling seemed suddenly heightened by his experience of being blindfolded and he understood what Greg meant by studying his partner to divine his wishes.
“Greg?”
“Hmmm?”
Suddenly Nick wanted to babble, to blurt out every need, every fantasy to Greg. He knew he could trust the younger man with any desire, Greg wouldn’t make fun of him or think him weird; he would embrace every request and with enthusiasm enter into any scenario that Nick could outline.
“I want… I want so much… with you…”
“Tell me,” Greg said softly.
“I want to make love with you everywhere, I want to do every possible thing we can think of, I want to hold your hand and walk down the street, I want to kiss you in Paris, I want to tie you up and ravish you, I want you to do that to me, I want to meet your parents and have you meet mine, I want to marry you and have kids…”
“Wow.” Greg said, stunned with the sudden rush of feeling. He could feel Nick’s hands digging in, clinging to him and, with a sudden flash of intuition, realized that he was necessary to Nick.
“I want…”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to love me,” Nick said.
“I already do, babe, and always will,” Greg said, his eyes shining with love.
Nick reached up and kissed Greg gently on the lips, pausing only to whisper softly, “and what do you want?”
“I… want…”
“Tell me.”
Part Deux: Greg
The warlord Nickai slouched on his throne, bored, as representatives of threatened territories came forward with various proposals; suing for peace, negotiations for shared territory or futile threats. He had nothing to fear; the ferocity with which he had conquered the lands he’d invaded with his armies had shaken the resolve of those who ruled them.
For the most part Nickai was uninterested. The same greybeards and elder statesmen came gravely, with probing eyes and careful diplomatic speech, taking his measure to bring tidings back to their sovereigns of the intentions of the new conqueror.
Suddenly he straightened with renewed interest. Amongst the dignified statesmen, the boy stood out as a lamb amongst a pack of tired, grey wolves. His breath quickened as the boy approached, his pale skin glowing as if it were a pearl lit from within, his long dark hair reaching almost to his waist, intricate braids bound with jewels laying over the mass of loose strands.
His beautiful, innocent face was dominated by dark eyes fringed with long lashes, eyes that flashed defiance as he approached the throne. He wore a silk vest, embroidered and bejeweled, open on his chest. As he walked Nickai caught a glimpse of a golden ring pierced through one nipple. Loose fitting silken trousers hung low from his hips, sandals on slender, shapely feet.
The attention of the warrior king was attracted by the fine golden chain that circled the slender waist; clearly the boy was not a slave, therefore Nickai could not think what the chain signified. He licked his lips. The boy was not a slave, yet, but perhaps there would be time to rectify that.
Nickai sat straighter and focused his attention to hear what the beautiful boy had to say.
“My lord, I am Gregor, prince of Vegasian. My father, the king, has sent me to discuss terms with you. He has written you this letter.” The prince bowed respectfully low and handed the scroll to a servant, who knelt before the king, proffering it on a golden plate. “My father offers you greetings and gifts,” the prince added in a pleasingly modulated voice.
Nickai opened the scroll and perused it, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. “Your father has indeed sent a gift past price, one I’ve long been wanting.” His eyes raked over the prince’s slender form and the young man’s eyes flashed proudly at the insolent inspection. “Take him,” Nickai commanded, moving a finger slightly. Two of his guards seized the unprepared young man, who immediately grabbed for a spear with lightning reflexes. The larger guard managed to wrest it from him before he could throw it, and between them, the guards dragged the struggling young man from the room, under the frightened gaze of the other diplomats.
“Continue,” Nickai indicated the audience would proceed.
So experienced a warrior as he was well aware of the intimidating power of suspense. His face gave nothing away as he heard the various pleas and suits; his advisors informed the diplomats that they would have the king’s answer by the end of the week. None there sensed the impatience of the king to be gone from the tedium of the proceedings, nor his desire to see how the boy fared under his new captivity.
When the last greybeard had been ushered from his presence, Nickai stood, stretching his back. “Give me a battle and a sword in my hand any day compared to this rabble of double tongued serpents,” he commented to his second, a tall, handsome black man.
Ricardo smiled. “If you insist on conquering all in your path, then you must pay the consequences.”
“Why can’t they all just fight me, it’s so much more interesting,” Nickai complained.
“You have a warrior awaiting your conquering spear now, if I’m not mistaken,” Ricardo reminded him.
Nickai brightened. “Yes, has he been prepared?”
“As you wished, my lord.” Ricardo bowed. “You may check for yourself.”
“Then I’ll take my leave of you,” Nickai said, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
“I will see you later perhaps,” Ricardo teased.
Nickai flashed a gleaming smile at him, teeth dazzlingly white in contrast to his golden tanned face. “I think I shall be otherwise occupied, my friend,” he smirked and sauntered from the room.
He entered the great room that had belonged to the former king of this land. At first he’d scorned the silken cushions and great bed, being more accustomed to a worn leather tent to keep him from the elements in the field. However, he had to admit, the luxuries afforded by this ancient land could be… seductive.
He approached the bed, interested to see how his captive was faring. He caught his breath, enraptured with the vision that met his eyes. Gregor was bound to the bed, his arms stretched over his head, leather cuffs on each wrist, fastened with chains to the rail at the head of the bed. His legs were spread wide, leather cuffs circled each thigh just above the knee, holding him open, displaying him to the warrior king’s hungry gaze. He had been stripped, except for the jewels in his hair and nipple, and the golden chain that glittered around his waist.
Every sleek muscle of the long legs gleamed tautly as he struggled uselessly in his bonds. He glared at the king, his proud, dark eyes still defiant. His face was flushed from his struggles and when he saw the king, he arched off the bed, renewing his resistance, unaware that his position was profoundly arousing to the warrior monarch.
“What is this? Is this any way to use a royal prince who comes to sue for peace for his king and country?” the prince fairly spat at the king.
Nickai smiled and ran an appreciative hand over the prince’s smooth flank. “You are a prince no more, my little one. You are now a slave. My slave.”
“Under the aegis of peaceful negotiation, you may not enslave an envoy from an unconquered land,” the young man said indignantly.
“Nay, I did not simply seize you, lad,” Nickai said. “Your revered father did not share the contents of his letter with you, I take it.”
Gregor stilled, dread sneaking her cold fingers around his heart.
“I see by your face that he did not,” Nickai said mildly. “He is so anxious for his kingdom and his comfort that he made me a gift of your… services. He hopes that so valuable a gift will persuade me to turn from my path and leave him in place as ruler of his inherited lands.”
Gregor groaned and closed his eyes in despair. Not only had he been consigned to the hands of a warrior king, who would do who knows what to him, but there was also the fathomless stupidity of his father. One did not buy off warriors of this ilk; they took what was offered and seeing the giving of ransom as weakness, pursued the treasure of other lands ever more ardently. He was the youngest son and as such his advice unheeded, but he had never expected the venality of his father’s nature to take this form.
Bravely he opened his eyes to face his fate. He suspected from his lack of attire and his position that he was meant to serve this new king in ways to which he had no key. “So my father has given me to you in exchange for the freedom of my people and country?”
“Just so,” Nickai said, stroking one slim leg, noting the slight shiver in response. “It seems a useless gesture, but your beauty is such that it might beguile me into indulging your father’s wish.”
Turning his attention to his immediate future, Gregor suppressed a tremor in his voice as he asked, “What do you plan to do with me?”
“How old are you, young prince?” was the unexpected question.
“I am sixteen.”
“And have you known the pleasures of the flesh?”
“No,” said the prince bemusedly. “It was forbidden to me.”
“And you always do as you are told?”
“Of course not!” the prince burst out, stirring his limbs with the fervor of his response. “However…”
“It was represented to you that as a matter of benefit for the state you must keep yourself pure.”
“But I did not know it was to save myself for a barbarian that I was so ordered,” anguish colouring the young man’s voice. “Or I would have–” He compressed his lips, not wishing to reveal any more of his personal feelings to this savage.
Nickai bent over his captive. “Truly you please the eye and your wit is ready, your spirit brave. Have you no flaw that mars your perfection?”
The young man writhed as the warrior placed his calloused hands on the silken hair, twining long shining strands around his fingers. The warrior’s hair was shorn as was the custom of the fighting men of his kingdom, so he had a fascination with the long hair, wondering how it would feel sweeping over his torso with the prince astride him. However, it could wait until he’d tamed the young man.
He caressed the flushed curve of the young man’s cheek, sliding his hand lower on the smooth column of the vulnerable neck, licking his lips over the pink nipples; they just seemed to enhance the young man’s innocence. Nickai bent his head to take the pierced nipple in his mouth, flicking the golden ring with his tongue. He could hear the flutter of the young man’s heart as he took the nipple between his teeth, teasing it into a hardened nub. He wondered whether the ring heightened sensation or deadened it. Another question for a later time.
He stood straight again, his hands gliding over the young man’s muscled chest and as the young man arched, ostensibly to avoid the roaming hands, Nickai slid them under him, stroking the smooth back. He paused, feeling ridges of roughened skin.
“What is this? Scarring? Is this some ceremonial marking?”
“No,” the prince replied shortly.
“You gained these in battle?”
The prince gave a curt nod.
“That heightens your value immensely,” Nickai said, respect evident in his eyes. “You are a warrior, then?”
“I have fought,” the prince said.
“What is your weapon?”
“The bow and arrow.”
“Ah, you do not excel at the spear. Well, perhaps I will teach you, then, young one,” Nickai resumed his exploration of the supple young body.
“Better not or I might rid you of your head,” the young man gritted between his teeth.
Nickai smiled. Warrior himself, he had no respect for the meek; fighting spirit was what he admired and he recognized the heart of a lion when he saw one. He did not know if one such as this could be tamed; he had an inchoate glimmering that force would serve only to stiffen the resolve of the proud young man. Other means would be necessary.
“And what do you think of your father’s plan in making me a gift of you?” he inquired as he toyed with the golden chain about the prince’s waist.
“Useless,” the young man stated flatly. “It is useless to meet such as you except in battle. He also sent gold and jewels; once you give a measure of ransom, what is to prevent the aggressor from advancing to claim more?”
“You are wiser than your father, it seems,” Nickai said. “Braver too.”
Gregor bit his lip to keep his retort silent. Much good his wisdom or bravery had done him, he’d obeyed his father implicitly and this was his reward, tied to a barbarian’s bed, slave to who knew what future.
His captor’s hands slid lower yet, cupping his buttocks, caressing and moulding them. Gregor twisted uncomfortably, feeling exposed and helpless. He struggled with his restraints yet again but could feel no weakness in them.
Nickai admired the smooth roundness filling his hands, and, sliding lower still, he stroked the long muscles in the gleaming thighs of his captive. He massaged the curved swell of the calf muscles, feeling the tension stringing the young man taut. He marveled at the slender ankles and feet, elegant bones revealing the blood of a king. He raised one foot to his mouth and bit gently into the graceful arch.
A muffled groan surprised him into looking at the face of his captive; his eyes had closed, the lush lashes veiling the beautiful deep brown eyes and the pink mouth was open as he panted.
Nickai smiled. Untouched the young man might be but apparently of a nature as sensuous as it was courageous.
The warrior king divested himself of his own clothing, standing proudly naked before the young man, hard, defined muscles rippling under burnished golden skin. His culture had no shame in being unclothed but he knew it was otherwise in the prince’s land. The very act of taking his garments had offered him the deepest insult and Nickai knew that restraining him in the revealing position was deeply humiliating to the young man, though to his credit, he did not betray that to his captor.
“You are here at my pleasure, young prince,” Nickai said. “As my slave, I could have had you killed or harnessed to the spit in the kitchen. However, if you choose, you may earn certain freedoms.”
“How would I do that?”
“My lord.”
“What?”
“You will address me respectfully as my lord, for I am now your lord in every sense of the word.” Nickai smiled predatorily at the young man. “I could merely have you executed if you prove too much trouble. You are now my possession and I will not spend time in the taming if it proves too difficult.”
Nickai bent and licked the young man’s face, sliding his tongue down his neck. At the base of his throat, he latched on and sucked fiercely until he’d created a purple bruise. “My first mark upon your body, truly you belong to me,” he said thoughtfully, noticing the young man shiver in fear.
Abruptly, Nickai turned and took up a flask of oil that had been left by the side of the bed. He anointed his erect cock and approached the young man from the foot of the bed, looking lustfully at the small, furled opening.
“This is my due,” was all he said as he knelt between the wide-spread thighs.
Gregor felt blunt warmth at his most secret opening and tried to twist away, but strong hands held his hips tightly, preventing his frantic efforts. He clenched, trying to prevent the invasion but the stronger man pushed forward ruthlessly.
“Relax, little prince,” Nickai ordered. “It will hurt less, but I will take you, hurt or no. It is up to you.”
The prince strained again, but the harder he tensed his muscles, the more the pain tore at him. He breathed deep and struggled to relax against the large organ pressing into him. He looked at the face of the warrior claiming him, but the man was avidly watching his own shaft piercing the virgin opening as it stretched around him.
Gregor gasped with pain, his eyes tight, breathing hard to deal with the agony in silence.
“My prince, you bear the invasion for your people, let your sacrifice assuage you,” Nickai murmured soothingly.
“It hurts, my– my lord!” Gregor could not keep his exclamation inside.
“Only to begin with,” Nickai grunted, forcing his length inside in one vigorous thrust.
A trickle of blood reddened the young prince’s lip as he bit into it to silence himself and his eyes were tightly shut.
Nickai paused to allow the young man to compose himself, watching as he dealt with the pain. Then leaning forward, he ran his tongue across the prince’s lips, tasting the blood and tenderly licking the succulent mouth clean. ‘A small part of his soul is now mine.’ he thought, taking pleasure that this further part of his captive now belonged to him.
“Do you prefer life or is this worse than death, my prince?” Nickai inquired.
“Life on any terms gives hope for escape,” the young man gasped.
“Then endure, and plan your escape,” the warrior said, “Or you can learn to enjoy, whatever the circumstance.”
“What pleasure is to be had for me, when you are taking yours so boldly.”
Gregor yelped as the king’s hand met his bottom with a resounding slap.
“My lord,” Nickai reminded him.
“My lord,” Gregor acquiesced.
Nickai smiled. “Let me show you.”
Changing the angle of his hips he drew his length out almost to the tip and glided back in smoothly, watching the young man’s face. Seeing no response, he changed position slightly and thrust in again.
The young man’s face was transformed with dawning bliss and he arched slightly under the warrior.
“What was that? Can you do it again? Um, my lord?”
Nickai smiled again, having found the young man’s pleasure spot, he settled to tantalize him with a lengthy fucking. His hand found Gregor’s manhood, hardening now under his caresses and he stroked in time with his flexing hips.
The narrow passage was so hot and smooth, gripping his organ tightly, that unwontedly quickly, Nickai found himself approaching climax. Too late, he tried to stave off the inevitable, but spilled himself deep inside the young prince, who cried out to feel the liquid fire of the warrior’s seed.
Pleading eyes met the king’s, and the prince thrust his aching cock into the warrior’s hand. Teasingly Nickai smiled.
“You find the invasion pleasurable, young prince?”
Gregor writhed, rebellion and arousal warring for ascendancy, unwilling to permit this barbarian to see how affected he was. He had not guessed that such pleasure existed at the hands of another and he was cast adrift from the familiar moorings of his life. Within the space of an hour, he’d gone from prince to slave, defiant captive to willing lover, as yet too proud to beg for release, guessing that it was a matter of pride to his captor to bring him to the peaks of pleasure.
Sensing this was the only power left to him, he left his pleas unvoiced, calming himself as well as he was able. The dark eyes of the warlord stared into his, burning with desire and Gregor felt the man’s cock harden again within his body. His stormy expression melted into wonder as he was filled again with hard evidence of his lord’s desire.
Nickai swooped to kiss the parted full lips, nipping at the juicy mouth before plunging his tongue into the hot depths. He gasped as he felt the fervent response of the prince, sucking his tongue, swirling in a frenzied fight for dominance.
Triumphantly, Nickai deepened the kiss, reveling in the passionate savagery with which the prince met him. He gentled the kiss, making it opulent and sensuous, a reflection of the way in which he wished to make love to the prince.
Whereas the first taking had marked his ownership and domination; the second would encompass the blazing passion that flared between them. Urgently Nickai caressed the young man’s body, feeling hard muscle under hot velvet skin. Sweat glowed on the luminous skin, almost iridescent with a pearl-like shimmer.
The prince stammered breathlessly, arching under the exploration of mouth and hands, Nickai’s cock still hardening inside him. He’d never experienced this feeling of fullness, or such arousal, his passions flaring as the unfamiliar touches raised him higher.
Nickai judged the young man to be ready to continue, past ready as he had not yet found release. He began to move, knowing now where the spot was located which brought the young man the most pleasure.
“My lord… please… my lord…” the young man cried out, confused and almost incoherent, not knowing what he pleaded for.
Pain was gone, the pleasure exquisite in its place. He writhed helplessly in his bindings, unable to reach toward the warrior, wanting to feel the glowing golden skin under his hands, to map the defined straining muscles as the older man worked over him.
Nickai thrust harder, reaching ever deeper inside the young man, wanting to possess him completely, not only his body, but his soul, his mind, his emotions, his very spirit. His hand was on the young man’s organ, pumping in time as he pounded into him, climbing the pinnacle together, determined that the prince should spend before him.
The young man’s voice raised in a wail, wildly signaling his impending release. His cock jerked in Nickai’s hand and he spurted pearly fluid over his stomach and chest, coming with a great shout. He relaxed bonelessly under the king, who thrust furiously until he came again, spilling his seed in the body of his captive once more.
Nickai collapsed over the prince, slick with sweat as their skin slid together with the movement of their violent breathing. Finally he roused himself and fetched a wet cloth to clean them.
He caressed the curve of the young man’s face, admiring the flushed skin, parted swollen lips and dark lashes lying on pale cheeks.
“What think you now, young prince? Does slavery hold any attraction for you?”
“No, my lord,” the prince answered, not opening his eyes.
“I thought I had pleased you,” the warrior king was affronted.
Dark eyes opened and the prince smiled for the first time, and Nickai suppressed a gasp, his heart falling anew for the beautiful young man.
“Slavery holds no appeal for me,” the prince said, adding “My lord,” belatedly. “Sorry, it will take me time to get used to that.” Impudently the prince’s eyes swept over the warrior’s lordly form. “But you do.”
Nickai chuckled. “I begin to see why your father might want to be rid of you. Intelligent, courageous and adaptable. You are audacious for a captive.”
“And I begin to see how I might win my freedom, my lord,” the prince said.
“By enslaving me, no doubt,” Nickai rejoined pointedly.
“Could I do so?” the captive asked naively.
“What do you think?” Nickai murmured as he kissed the young man’s enticing mouth.
Desire flamed between them in an instant, Nickai reaching for the young man, encircling him in his arms. He mouthed the pierced nipple again, flicking the ring up and down with his tongue to the soft moans from the prince.
Gregor twisted in his bindings, desperate to touch the older man so bent on using him for his pleasure. He wished to explore the burnished skin, mapping each swell of bulging muscle and to put his mouth on the king who claimed his body. He arched under the king’s kisses, crying out with every swirl of tongue, every gentle nip, lips sucking his flesh, marking him again, he knew.
With a cry of exultance, Nickai knelt between warm silky thighs, sucking the soft skin there, kissing his way to the young man’s groin. He took the semi hard cock in his mouth, suckling it fervently, wanting to know the taste of his prince, his enslaver.
The prince cried out and arched into the wet heat, an incandescent fire kindling in his groin. He felt a finger probe his entrance and brush over the pleasure spot, sending sparks arcing up his spine. Pleasure rippled from his core out to the edges of his body, shaking him with helpless tremors as his hips moved ever faster, thrusting into the seeking mouth of the man who knelt to him.
He came, erupting into the smoldering mouth of the warrior, who swallowed greedily, licking his lips as he placed the limp organ gently on the prince’s stomach.
Nickai raised the prince’s legs to his shoulders and pressed forward to claim his territory once again, entering the young man gently this time. He looked into the beautiful face, eyes open with wonder and acceptance as he glided in and out, tenderly making love to his prince. His orgasm, when it came, was as satisfying as those that preceded them, but a new warmth glowed within him, a bond forged in their fiery connection. He knew the young man might win his freedom, but he would never let him go.
He lay with the prince, pillowing his head on the young man’s heart, feeling the thud against his cheek as it slowed. Nickai left the prince’s body reluctantly, cleaning them both again. He walked to the huge jewel case on the great desk. He selected a charm from it, a golden sun, studded with rubies and attached it to the golden chain around the prince’s waist.
“What is that, my lord?” Gregor asked curiously.
“It’s my symbol; it means that you are mine. No other can claim you whilst you wear that. You will come only to my bed,” Nickai answered.
“So I am to be a concubine?”
“No, you will be my consort. I would wed you,” Nickai said.
Gregor gasped. From prince to slave to prince it seemed. “You… care for me?”
“I love you, I always have.”
“How could you? You did not know me before today,” the prince asked in wonder.
“I have always known you, our souls are entwined. Don’t you feel this?” Trembling, the young man nodded. “I have been looking for you in this life, and now that I have found you, I will reawaken your love for me. And I will love you forever.” Nickai bowed his proud head humbly to the bound prince. “I am yours, my love.”
~*~
Nick unbuckled the straps around his legs and Greg let them fall numbly to the bed.
“Where in the scenario did it say you would fuck me three ways into next week?” he demanded.
Nick chuckled. “Sorry about that, I guess I just got carried away. You looked so hot in that get up and then when I got you in these knee straps, holy fuck!”
Greg groaned as his wrists were released. “And what’s with the pulley over the bed?”
“Well, I had to have something to hold your legs up, didn’t I?” Nick protested with a twinkle in his eye.
“You are so gonna regret that,” Greg groaned again. He moved gingerly, stiff from the long confinement and vigour of their encounter.
Nick cuddled down next to him on the bed, stroking his side with one hand, silently flicking the nipple ring with the other.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get your nipple pierced?”
“No!” Greg glared at his lover and twisted the clip-on ring off. “Do you know the rate of infection for nipple piercings? I would have to inspect the facility’s autoclave, probably take a sample and see their certificates. And what about potential numbness after the procedure–”
“All right, all right, how about a tattoo?”
“Hepatitis, Nicky. What’s this obsession with marking my body?”
“It’s kinda hot. By the way, better wear a shirt with a collar to work tomorrow.”
“Again?” Greg touched his neck, probing the bruise. “You really did get carried away with this scenario. Are we gonna have to do this one again?”
He grinned as Nick nodded vigorously.
“Oh, yeah!” Nick said, grinning back. “Come on, let me make it up to you. I’ll give you a bath.” He got up and hoisted Greg off the bed.
Greg moaned and stretched, then seeing the light kindling in Nick’s eyes, said, “No sex in the tub. Unless you blow me. I’m too sore.”
“Okay, love, come on, I’ll be gentle.” Nick pulled Greg close and supported him as he wobbled down the hall. “Will you at least wear that chain under your clothes to work?”
Greg smiled at him, “Okay, no tattoo, no piercing, but I’ll wear the chain. Why does that turn you on?”
“Because I’ll be the only one who knows what’s under your clothes, my prince.” Nick pulled him close and kissed him gently.
Tbc?
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