Bradley James and louis_garneau: Contract and Checklist Part One
Players Only. A week after Bradley and Louis's lazy weekend.
Warning for watersports.
It's been a long, long week. Twelve-hour shoots have had Bradley out in rain, in mud, in sunlight and in pitch darkness. Most nights he's fallen into bed and slept like a stone, but he's found time to work on his checklist, and has it in hand as he trudges up the street to Louis's flat yet again. The place is starting to feel worryingly homelike, he reflects, and he's almost embarrassingly eager to get inside.
Although he's still angry, he reminds himself. Really quite upset. Louis had granted permission on Monday and Tuesday when he'd called to see if he could have a wank, but had forbidden it on both Wednesday and Thursday...and on Thursday, Bradley had begged. Really and truly begged. And Louis hadn't budged. Bradley'd obeyed--barely--but he's still having a good sulk over it all.
He can't help the little smile on his face as he knocks on the door, though. A whole week apart has felt like years, and he can't wait to see Louis again.
Louis has only barely arrived and taken off his suit jacket when the knock at the door comes. Smiling, he runs down the stairs, loosening his tie as he goes. He opens the door, ushers Bradley inside, and kisses him hard against the back of the door once it's closed. "It's been a long week and I missed you," he murmurs between kisses.
Laughing, Bradley kisses him back, grabbing his hip, his tie, pulling him closer. All sulking forgotten as soon as he's kissed. "I missed you too. SUCH a long week." He pulls back and, remembering, gives Louis a pointed look under one raised eyebrow. "*Especially* Wednesday and Thursday."
Louis grins. "What can I say? I was getting you ready for the weekend."
The other eyebrow goes up, and Bradley's lower lip sticks out just a little. "You couldn't have started on Thursday? Two days, almost three since it's Friday night now, and I didn't wank, but honestly, Louis, just knowing I *couldn't* had me gagging for it. Awfully distracting when I'm working till early hours and can't get to sleep!"
"You're lucky I didn't say no to Monday and Tuesday as well," Louis says simply, still smiling, obviously amused. "Go on. Upstairs. Is that your checklist?" he asks, nodding at the paper still clutched in Bradley's hand.
"Yes," Bradley nods, a pout lingering, but not pushing it. Not when Louis is so clearly amused by him. He hands it to Louis and jogs up the stairs, into the warm and welcoming space of the loft.
He'd left an extra pair of trainers here last time, a few shirts, a ball cap hanging on a hook. It's startling and lovely to notice little touches of *him* in what is so obviously Louis's space.
"The contract is on the table if you want to have a look," Louis says, hand brushing over Bradley's hip, his eyes already scanning the checklist, as he passes by him. There's also a small-ish white box, stamped with the name Palmer & Sons, in the middle of the table but he doesn't mention it at all, taking a seat at one end of the couch, one bare foot balanced on the edge of the chair across from him.
Bradley heads straight for the table, eyes locked on the paper there. Then he sees the box, and, wildly curious, he reaches out to grab...then stops himself. For all he knows, there's something in there Louis doesn't want him to see. Or wants to save for later. He pulls back his hand, sits down in the chair, and starts reading down the contract.
As usual, he reads painfully slowly, having to pause and sort out words as the letters get all tangled on the paper. But the simple, formal language of the contract makes it easier, and as he's reading, he feels himself warm, flushing with pleasure and excitement. Some of the items are startling, some are more than a little scary, some he has questions about. The contract as a whole, though...it's perfect. It's just what he'd been craving, a context and a framework, a set of expectations laid out in black and white. He shifts, hardening at some of the rules.
It takes him long, long minutes to get through the list. When he finally finishes, he looks over selfconsciously at Louis, sure the other man must be wondering what on earth is taking him so long.
But Louis is only smiling. "What do you think?" he asks, having quickly finished the checklist and taken his time to go back over it, rereading the notes, some of them almost making him laugh out loud. He's noticed Bradley's a slow reader - with menus, scripts, the book he'd given him, and now the contract - and he suspects some sort of mild learning disability but it's not something Bradley's brought up and he's certainly not going to ask or do anything to point it out.
"I think it's brilliant," Bradley says, picking up the contract and moving to join Louis on the couch. He settles himself cross-legged next to him. "It's just exactly what I was hoping it'd be. I have, I mean, some of the things I'm not *entirely* sure I understand, but I can ask you, yeah?"
"Of course," Louis nods, one hand resting on Bradley's thigh. "What are you wondering about?"
Bradley runs his finger carefully down the paper, looking for the first thing he'd seen that had caused questions to rise. "'He will provide sexual services to Sir upon demand and without question.' What if I'm ill? Or, I don't know, have an injury of some sort? Then I can question, even though it says 'without question?' Or use yellow, but it doesn't seem like a 'yellow' sort of thing...?" He looks to Louis for clarification.
"If you're ill, I'm not going to ask that of you, and if you're injured, well, I'll take that into account. It would depend on the kind of injury and how bad it is." Louis smiles. "I'm not going to take any pleasure in having sex with you if you're hurt or sick."
"Hmm, true, I suppose I wouldn't be much fun..." Bradley smiles back at him, then looks back down at the contract. "It's only for 90 days, it says. Is that normal? I mean, for these sorts of contracts. Is it like, are we on probation, something like that?"
"I don't know that it's normal," Louis says, trying to answer as honestly as he can. "Usually they're for a year but I didn't want to overwhelm you, or seem presumptuous. I thought you might feel more comfortable with having something shorter to start."
"Oh." Bradley thinks that over. "I...I can see, since I'm so new at this and all, that makes sense." He glances at Louis, a twinge of anxiety making itself felt. "It can be renewed, right? It's not that you think I'll have got boring, by then? I like that it's short so it can be adjusted and all, like getting comfortable in new shoes, but I just wanted to check."
"Yes, it can definitely be renewed," Louis says, pointing out where it says so. "And it can also be renegotiated so if there's anything else we want to put in or change at that time we can." He smiles and leans in, kissing Bradley softly on the mouth. "Believe me, if it weren't for you being so new, I would have made it for a year - with an automatic renewal."
*That* brings a wide, delighted smile to Bradley's face. He'd been fairly comfortable with the 90-day terms, just needed to know the reason, and now that he does, he's delighted. He kisses Louis back, slipping his tongue into the other man's mouth to tease and stroke, and then pulls back. Uncomfortably hard, and flushed, but willing himself to finish the contract questions, at least.
"'He will accept Sir's training with gratitude,' he quotes, pointing to the spot. "I...don't know if I can promise that, all the time. I mean. I wasn't exactly *grateful* when you said 'no' over the phone."
Louis laughs. "Yes. Well. Let us say it's a goal, and that even if you don't feel grateful at the time you might later when you reflect on why I'm doing something."
"I dunno about that," Bradley grumbles to himself, still peering at the contract, finger slowly tracing a line down the page. "I'm still not sure what this 'discipline' is," he muses out loud, reading that sentence carefully. "Could you...might you have any idea what that would be? I mean, generally. Say if I *had* wanked yesterday after you'd said no. What then?" This is the part where he's most nervous. Where it goes from fun and play to something more serious and meaningful to their relationship, and where he feels like he's in completely uncharted waters. Consequences for disobedience. He's never really had that in his life and isn't sure how he'll handle it.
"If you had, and I knew about it, then I would have let you know how disappointed I was, and I might either have you wear the cock cage for the whole next week so I could be sure you weren't going against my wishes, or I might have decided not to see you, or still had you come here this weekend, but we wouldn't be doing this, signing this contract, going over your checklist, and I certainly wouldn't be taking you to Citadel tomorrow night."
Bradley's eyes go wide at this recitation. He looks down, suddenly feeling very young and small. "I'm glad I didn't, then," he answers, much subdued. "I didn't...I was thinking more of getting my hand smacked, or having to do the washing-up, not...not like this." Real-life and unpleasant repercussions. Like a child being punished, having treats and nice things withheld. Only somehow even more than that. If Louis had not let him visit this weekend, he doesn't know what he'd have done.
"It would depend on what you'd done," Louis says softly, wrapping his arm around Bradley and pulling him closer. "And whether you accepted your punishment or compounded things by arguing."
"Right," Bradley nods. "So it wouldn't be something as bad if it wasn't deliberate." It's the one thing about this that he's still struggling with...that he as an adult is giving someone else the power to reprimand and even punish him for misbehavior, far beyond what the socially accepted boundaries are.
He cuddles in close, drawing comfort from Louis's warmth and strength, and reminds himself that he *does* trust this man. "You'd only do it, I mean. It would be to make our relationship better, in the end, right? Like you said about the gratitude and the training."
Louis nods. "Yes. It's not something I would take any pleasure in, and it's not something I would do out of anger."
Bradley takes a breath of relief at that. The thought of Louis, angry...with that steely control he's shown so far, Bradley isn't sure what he'd make of Louis in a real rage.
One more long moment of looking at the contract, and he glances up at Louis again. "Last one," he promises, with a little smile. "The...'token of ownership?' What's that? I don't really actually, I mean, it's not like real slavery...right? And what if I have to take it off for a costume, or to play football?"
"That's fine," Louis says with a smile. "And no, it's not real slavery, it's more an acknowledgement that you're mine, my boy."
"Your boy," Bradley muses aloud. "I like that. A reminder, sort of." He sets the contract down beside him, nudges closer under Louis's arm. "You read my checklist? I wasn't sure about some of them, clearly."
"Clearly," Louis says dryly, but it's obvious he's teasing. "It looks like you had fun though." Given the notes beside pussy worship - You don't have a pussy, Louis, do you? - and cattle prod - am not cow.
"It *was* fun," Bradley admits, grinning. "Some of them were things I hadn't even *thought* of, and some were kind of embarrassing even to think about. Some made me go 'ick,' and some were awfully interesting. I s'pose that's the point, really."
Louis nods. "I always think it's fun to go back later, after you've done a lot more and see if your expectations match up with the reality." He smiles. "What was embarrassing to think about?"
Bradley flushes pink just thinking about them. "Quite a few of them," he says, hiding his face a little from Louis. "The golden showers. The piss-play in general, really. I dunno why, it's not that much different from the other stuff. And the humiliation. I dunno what that means exactly but I want to learn, it made my insides go all soft like warm butter. And some other things too."
"Well, I think there's a lot on here that we can experiment with," Louis says, smiling at Bradley's sudden shyness. "The hard limits don't surprise me and most of my favourite kinks are things you have a high interest in trying."
"Yeah?" Bradley peeks at Louis with one eye, hopeful, still bright red, though. "Like what?"
"Besides tormenting your ass and cock? Golden showers, humiliation, medical play, fisting," Louis says. "And you already have me fantasizing about getting you in a dress, lingerie, garters, high heels..."
"Ohhhh." Bradley absorbs that list. Shivers. Melts a little more inside, everywhere but his cock, where he's stiff and aching. "I've never done any of those, not really...the heels aside, I mean. It makes me a little crazy just thinking about it. So many different things and they all sound brilliant. Well. Not everything on the list, but everything you mentioned. God." It's overwhelming. He can't even decide which he wants most.
It's tempting, so very tempting, with Bradley looking like that - cheeks flushed, cock rigidly hard in his jeans - to simply push him down over the table and fuck him right there, but first things first. "Does that mean you're ready to sign the contract?" Louis asks.
"Oh yes," Bradley breathes. Nods, to add emphasis. "I am definitely, totally ready to sign the contract."
Louis laughs and reaches under the top of the side table for a hardcover book to rest the contract on, signing the space above his name and handing the pen over to Bradley for his signature. He can't believe he's doing this, hasn't told anyone, not even Marie. Not because he's hiding anything but because he thinks it'll be more enjoyable to see her reaction when the contract actually crosses her desk. Still, there's a part of him that wonders if they're moving too fast, if he's not showing the same care, the same concern, that he shows for everything else. But this isn't everything else. It's not work. It's him and Bradley and if he's honest, he loves that he's not overthinking this, that he's trusting his heart, the tightness in his chest when he looks at the boy. The feeling that he's actually found someone who is his and his alone. Maybe forever.
With a showy little flourish, Bradley signs his name as well, and adds the date. He scans the contract one more time, smiling all the while, then hands it back to Louis, careful not to smudge the ink.
"It's official," he says, softly. It feels big. Bigger than just signing a piece of paper. He leans in, kissing Louis slow and deep, unable to find words to suit the sense of occasion.
"Yes, it is," Louis murmurs, taking the time for another kiss before nodding towards the table and the small-ish white box. "That's for you."
"Yeah?" Bradley grins at him, glad he'd waited to peek inside the box. He jumps off the couch and has the box in his hands in moments, rejoining Louis before opening it. He tears into it happily once he's back on the couch, though, and the packing reveals the most beautiful leather wrist-cuff. It has a smooth curled half-link of shining silver, and the leather loops around it, fastening with a small button-bolt. It looks like a regular man's bracelet. It looks like a cuff, sort of. It looks amazing, and he strokes it with reverent fingers.
"Since I can't wear a collar, this is for me?" He looks up at Louis. "This is the token of ownership, right?"
Louis nods, his chest clenching tight for a moment. "Do you like it?"
"I *love* it," Bradley says, voice a little hoarse. It's completely gorgeous. Dark leather, gleaming silver, nothing ostentatious but still a strong and lovely design. "Can I put it on?"
"Let me," Louis says, lifting the leather cuff from the box and fastening it around Bradley's wrist. "There." He smiles. "It looks beautiful on you."
Bradley admires it, turning his arm from side to side. It's surprisingly heavy and solid, with the weight of the leather and silver, and definitely noticeable there on his wrist. It gleams dark against his pale skin, and he smiles. "Thank you," he says simply. "I love it."
"I'm glad." Actually he's thrilled. He'd only guessed at what Bradley might like, what might suit him. "You can take it off for work and for sport but I'd like you to wear it the rest of the time."
"Yeah," Bradley says. "Showering too, wouldn't want to wreck this lovely leather. It's really fantastic, Louis." He can't stop grinning. "So you must have expected us to sign this contract, if you went and bought a little signing gift! And I didn't get anything for you." Shaking his head in mock-shame.
"You're my gift," Louis says, tugging Bradley to straddle his lap, the contract and checklist and box set aside. His hands running over Bradley, sliding up under his t-shirt to stroke over his stomach and chest. "Now the only question is whether to put you in the cage or not, given that we're going to Citadel tomorrow night."
Laughing a little in delight at how easily Louis manhandles him, Bradley squirms until he's comfortable there, pressed up nice and tight against Louis's body, making sure he can feel the rigid erection Bradley's rubbing against his lower belly. "I don't know if there's any way it's getting on me right now," he says, kissing Louis in between words. "Three days of nothing, then that checklist, and you...there's no bloody way that thing's going soft."
"Hmm. You shouldn't tempt me to prove it could," Louis murmurs, sliding his hand between them and cupping Bradley through his jeans, squeezing fairly firmly. He grins. "But I think not this weekend. I want you able to get hard tomorrow night, and right now, I have better things to do with your cock."
A little stunned, and a lot curious, Bradley moans, wondering exactly how Louis would get his cock soft again, how he's so sure he *can*. Realizing he doesn't want to find out, not right now, when he's already on a hair-trigger. "My cock," he gasps out, "would very much like to find out what those better things might be. Sir."
"Then I guess you should get undressed and on your knees for me," Louis says, waiting for Bradley to move before he gets up. "The kneeling pad's under the couch and I'll be right back."
Bradley scrambles to do as he's told, pulling out the kneeling pad before stripping down. Fast and neat, everything folded and set aside, and he's kneeling up in perfect posture, hands behind him, just as he hears Louis's footsteps approaching. He's already breathing hard, and his cock is a fierce ache it's so hard, and he can't wait to see what Louis has for him this time.
"I was going to try this with you the last time," Louis says casually, quickly undressing as well and bringing back a small box, a bottle of lube, a syringe and a larger-than-the-last-one-they-used plug, "but we decided to put you in the cage." He sits down on the couch again, in front of Bradley.
Bradley's eyes widen at the collection of things Louis has with him. The plug looks *huge* from here, very intimidating. The syringe is slender but long and he can't imagine its use, but even speculating makes him shiver. And the box...he can't see what's inside, which makes it even more fascinating.
"I...okay," he says carefully. He can't remember what Louis had said the last time, as much as he tries, or if he'd even mentioned anything other than what they'd done. The anticipation is *killing* him, and he just barely keeps himself from swaying closer to get a better look.
"First, I want to watch you prep yourself and put the plug in," Louis says, holding out the lube and plug. "You can take your time, I'm in no rush, but we're not going to continue until you've done both."
Licking his suddenly-dry lips nervously, Bradley nods and takes the items carefully. He lubes his fingers, using a lot; he's pretty sure this will be a rare indulgence, and he's going to take advantage of it. Reaching back, he can get two fingers into himself, though it's a stretch, and he pushes them in, spreading the lube thickly...then adding three, arching his back so he can reach the awkward distance.
He fingers himself hard, working his wrist, twisting his fingers to spread himself as much as he can. That plug is very, very large, after all. Once he's open, he pulls his fingers out reluctantly, and reaches for the plug. Lubes it, too. So focused on his task that he's not even looking at Louis anymore, concentrating on doing this quickly and well.
It's easiest to set the plug against the floor and sit himself down on it, he thinks. So he braces it with one hand and then sits back, sits down. Not expecting how fast it will shove into his body with his weight, and it forces its way into him, the widest part making him cry out, shocked, rocking back up from the burn of it, his body sucking the rest of the plug in as his hole closes around the narrower base. He jerks back up to his knees, bringing the plug with him. It makes him feel full, heavy between his legs. And the pressure on his prostate is incredibly, amazingly powerful, forcing a drop of pre-come from the tip of his cock, even as he struggles to get back to proper kneeling position.
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Louis's breath catches as he watches Bradley prep himself then again as he cries out, the plug proving too much at first push, his cock already hard, his body starting to ache. "Good boy," he murmurs, nodding when Bradley manages to get himself back into position in what he would consider almost record time, both tasks done with a finesse that quite impresses him. He holds up the box. "Would you like to see what's in here?"
"Yessir," Bradley breathes, still adjusting to the stretch of the plug, trying to get his equilibrium back. He desperately does want to see what's in the box, and his eyes lock on Louis's big, clever hands, as he grounds himself, steadies, and nods.
Louis smiles. He loves that Bradley's so open, so enthusiastic, so eager to try everything. He opens the box and tilts it so Bradley can see. "Do you know what these are?"
There is a shining collection of small rods inside, all resting in individual holders. Some are steel, one looks like it's black rubber, one has clear plastic in the middle. All have rings on one end. He blinks at them. He knows what these are but he's never seen so many, or so varied in size and shape, or such high quality.
"C-cock plugs," he stutters out, his tongue thick with nerves and desire. He can't even imagine what that must feel like. Something inside him THERE. He shifts at the spike of desire just looking at them sends through him. "Right? That's what they are?"
Louis nods, his cock jerking sharply at the look on Bradley's face. "I want you to choose."
One of the plugs has some elaborate chains attached to the ring, and a jewel on the top. Bradley reaches out to touch the jewel with careful fingers. He glances at the one with the flexible, clear center as well. He's just not sure. "All these...all these are okay for using first time?" he asks Louis, wanting to be sure. He doesn't want to choose one that will be impossible to get in, or that might be so big it hurts more than he can bear. "If this one's okay, this one. With the jewel."
Louis nods. "Good choice, and they're all fine. I asked Marcel to make his selections based on you being new to this." He picks out the holder, sets it beside him and puts the box on the side table. "Now the first thing I'm going to do is clean the head of your cock," he says, tearing open an anti-bacterial skin-friendly wipe. "Never put anything in your cock without cleaning it and the toy - these have been sterilized," he points out, nodding towards the plugs. "The last thing you want to do is introduce bacteria into your urethra." All of which he knows doesn't sound very sexy, but knowledge and safety first, pleasure second.
Bradley wrinkles his nose at the thought. "I can only imagine," he agrees. "And I'm sure I never want to find out what that might be like." His cock is standing out stiff from his body; he doesn't think Louis would have any problems reaching it, but he still cradles it in a palm, lifts it so Louis can reach it more easily.
Louis cleans Bradley's cock with the wipe. "You can keep holding yourself for me," he tells him, tearing the plastic wrapper from the syringe and filling the syringe with lube. "And this is going to feel very strange but it's the best way to do it - not only with lube on the plug itself."
"What on earth," Bradley starts, and then gasps as Louis places the tip of the syringe against his slit. "It's, it's going in THERE?" The closest he's come to anything like this is Louis's fingernail torturing him...he can't imagine what this will feel like.
Louis nods, laughing softly. "Believe me, you'll be glad it did," he says, gently inserting the thin nozzle into Bradley's slit and slowly depressing the plunger.
He trusts Louis, he does, but he still bucks forward a little, grabbing Louis's arm--*not* the one with the syringe--for support, as Louis starts inserting the lube into his cock. It's a strange, slippery, clogged feeling, somehow, all the nerves in the sensitive head firing every-which-way as they try to process something going in, instead of *out*. He whimpers a little as it goes on and on, trying so hard to hold still, to not move, though every instinct is screaming at him to flinch away from this bizarre, aching feeling.
That whimper. The way it makes the arousal coil tight and then tighter inside him. Louis keeps his hand steady though, eyes flickering between Bradley's cock and his face, watching to make sure he's okay, that he's not going to flinch and do himself damage. "Almost done," he murmurs, finally easing the nozzle out and squirting a little extra over the slit. "Okay?"
"Okay," Bradley chokes out, relieved that this part, at least, is over. That he can take a moment to breathe and process. It's still so strange, almost like his cock's been plugged full of something...although he realizes this is nothing to what the actual, real plug will most likely feel like. Louis's precision and care make it easy to breathe deep, though, try to prepare himself for what's to come. He thinks, a little wildly, about what this might be like with someone with no experience at it, and shudders.
"Are you sure?" Louis asks, noting how quiet Bradley's gone, that shiver that runs through him. This isn't something he wants to plow ahead with. Not when he's hoping Bradley will like it enough to want more.
"Yeah, definitely, oh yes," Bradley assures him immediately, eyes wide. He doesn't want to stop now. "I was just thinking how glad I am that you've done this before. What a complete disaster it might be, if you hadn't. I mean. This, in particular, especially." That delicate little hole, the sensitive skin, all the blood vessels inside, he can only imagine the damage that a clumsy hand could do. "*SO* glad," he repeats, with emphasis.
Louis chuckles, realizing how much he appreciates Bradley's honesty, the way the boy's not hindered in expressing himself, what he's thinking, feeling. Resolves there and then to never introduce him to formal speech. "I'll bet," he says softly, amused, picking up the plug from its holder. "It might be uncomfortable the first time, simply because you're unaccustomed to the feel of it, but try and relax. It's like anything else. You'll get used to it." Applying a good amount of lube to the plug as well before pressing the teardrop end to Bradley's slit and slowly pushing it inside.
"Oh...OH," Bradley gasps, and he would have jerked himself back, hard, if not for the last-second, still-new instinct to not disobey. His hand does fall away from where it was holding his cock up for Louis, though, and his whole body goes tense as wire.
It hurts, burns, pushing in where nothing has ever gone before. It's deep and sharp at the same time, as Louis inexorably slides it into his cock. His eyes nearly fall closed as all his attention narrows, focuses on the tiny point where something is penetrating his most private place. He doesn't even hear the whine in his throat, the way his mouth is opening and closing wordlessly, his hands opening and closing in fists as he struggles to stay still.
"Good boy. Almost there," Louis says in his most soothing voice, slowly and steadily pushing the plug deeper until he can fit the harness over the head of Bradley's cock, the jewelled top flush against the tip. His own cock so hard it hurts. "Beautiful."
It feels like Bradley's whole cock has been cored open, spread wide. The rod is hard and stiff in him, rigid like his own flesh can't be, and it feels tight and hot, stuffed full.
He looks down at Louis's praise. It *does* look beautiful, the jewel crowning the head, the ring and chain harness around the crown holding it in place shining. He's never thought of his cock as pretty before, but now, it rather is, he thinks.
"Really intense," he finally says, words forced out. "Like nothing I've ever felt ever. I can't come or piss with this in, and that's messing about with my mind almost as much as the plug is with my body." His cock, far from flagging, is even harder and more erect than before. His body clearly approves.
"They make ones you can come and piss with," Louis says, reaching over into the box to show him one with a hole in the centre. "And, if you find you like this, they also make what are called sounds, which graduate in size, getting longer and wider. They can be pushed even deeper, moved so they can massage the prostate from inside."
Bradley touches the plug in Louis's hand, welcoming the distraction as his body fights to adjust. Subspace is taking him down fast and hard, but he's still fascinated by the shiny toy Louis is holding. "So you could wear that one for a long time," he thinks out loud. "Leave it in for ages. I couldn't tell the difference between the sounds and these, but...you can actually touch a fellow's prostate from THIS side?"
Louis nods, watching Bradley's face, the fascination and arousal in his eyes. "It feels incredible, and having the sound moved... when it's pulled out, it feels like you're already having a orgasm."
"Oh, that's brilliant," Bradley murmurs, thinking about it. Then an incautious movement jars him, and his attention is brought firmly back to the rod in his cock now. He looks at Louis, eyes wide. "It's starting to feel good," he says, wonderingly. Still painful, but for him the two are becoming more and more closely connected. He touches himself with careful fingers, amazed. He can't feel the plug from the outside, but squeezing a little, up near the head, makes him yelp and jump and pull his hand away quickly.
"This one can't be moved as easily as the others," Louis says, reaching to slide a nail under the cap and pull the plug up a little before pushing it back down in, his eyes now locked on Bradley's face. "But it'll give you a taste."
It's an ever more strange sensation than before; like his insides are being pulled out with the plug, then pushed back in. The pull reaches all the way down into his balls, and since the fit is so tight, the suction is strong, even though it's short. Bradley sways, whimpers, and his eyes close so he can't see what Louis is doing, how he's using the plug to fuck Bradley's cock, something he'd never even imagined. It does feel almost like a tiny orgasm, the drag of pressure pulling out of his hole so much like the feeling of coming that it's a tingle and a shock all the way through him.
Biting back a groan, his cock jerking sharply, Louis does it again. And again.
The repetition makes the feeling even more intense, and Bradley loses all semblance of good kneeling posture...he's bending at the waist, a hand on Louis's arm holding him up, muscles in his thighs quaking with the strain of not moving more than he has. It's blurring into feeling like a real orgasm, the pulses in and out, though with every shove of the plug deep into his cock it burns a little more and hits him a little deeper. "God.." he grits through his teeth, "Oh god, oh Louis..."
Fingers stilling, a small smile curves Louis's lips. "Boy." He's not interested in true formal speech from Bradley but having his submissive calling him by his first name, in scene, especially at the club... that won't do.
Bradley's eyes open at Louis's clipped word, and he looks up, meeting his eyes. "Yes?" He's not sure if "boy" said like that is a question, or a command, or something he should already know. But Louis has stopped moving, and has spoken, so Bradley struggles to focus.
"In scene, when you're naked and kneeling in front of me and I'm doing wicked things to your cock," Louis says, the smile growing a little, "you should address me as sir."
"Oh," Bradley says, and then "OH!" when his drifting, pleasure-dulled brain catches up and remembers what he'd said, just before. "I didn't even...oh wow. So very sorry. Yes, sir."
"It's okay. I'm confident you'll learn." Louis slides his hand around Bradley's cock, stroking and squeezing lightly for a moment before he stills again and sits back, gesturing at his lap. "Give me your mouth."
Bradley nearly jumps to obey, he's so eager. His rigid cock is *aching* and sore, and so hard it is nearly agonizing, but he cannot imagine a single thing he wants more than to suck Louis's cock. His mouth is already a little open, as he licks a long, wet, wide stripe up the underside of that gorgeous cock, and then sucks the smooth, hard head into his mouth. Tongue teasing the slit, he starts to suck, as hard as he can.
Cursing softly under his breath, Louis folds his hands into fists, his eyes half-closing as Bradley takes him in. "So good," he murmurs, keeping his hips stilled, resisting any urge to push deeper, concentrating instead on savouring this, on letting Bradley really show him what he can do.
Bradley is proud of his blowjob skills, usually, but right now he's completely focused on how Louis is feeling, how much pleasure he can give, not showing off with any flashy moves. He just gives it everything, eyes closed, cheeks hollowed, tongue teasing the slit, searching out any drops of liquid he can find there. Filling himself with the taste and scent and feel of Louis.
"Good God," Louis gasps, his breath hitching and his eyes closing for a long moment. Lost in pleasure. "Yes, yes, like that." Before they flash back open. "More, boy."
Bradley can feel the clench and release of the big muscles of Louis's thighs, rhythmic and strong, as his whole body feels the pleasure of Bradley's efforts. It's bliss, and Bradley redoubles his efforts, no finesse, just greedy passion for the task at hand.
Louis watches Bradley, watches those lips, those full perfect lips slip over the head of his cock and down its length again and again, taking him in.
Watches those eyes clenched tight, the pure pleasure on his face. Slides a hand into those blond strands, unable to resist any longer, hand curling around the back of Bradley's neck, his cock pushed a little deeper and then deeper still again.
The hand in his hair is warm and strong and demanding, bringing a low hum of pleasure from Bradley's throat. He welcomes the solid, heavy nudge of Louis's cockhead against the roof and back of his mouth, his throat. He tips his head back, welcoming Louis in deeper.
That gets a low ragged groan, Louis's breath hitching hard again. He thrusts a little faster, taking advantage of the angle, his orgasm starting to build, flushing through his entire body, before finally, he warns, "Close. Stop." Pushing Bradley back on his heels to stand, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking hard and fast, aimed at Bradley's face. "I want to mark you."
Knocked out of his rhythm, shocked, Bradley goes back on his heels and looks up at Louis. When he hears those words, he moans, tipping up his face, closing his eyes.
Mon dieu. Louis couldn't hold back if he tried with Bradley offering himself up like that. He gives a quick twist of his wrist and comes, hard, cursing softly under his breath as thick white lines paint the boy's skin - eyes, cheeks, mouth. Mine.
It's not the first time someone has come on Bradley's face, but it's the first time he's started nearly hyperventilating as it happens, that he's eagerly licked his own lips to hunt down the taste, that his whole body tightens with a surge of desire so powerful that he moans with it.
"I should keep you like this," Louis says, his voice still thick with arousal. His thoughts, his desires, surprising even him. "Both holes plugged, face smeared with my come. See how dirty I can make you by the end of the evening."
"Oh God," Bradley gasps, eyes still closed, face still upturned, supplicant. So far down in subspace that every cell of his being is focused on pleasing, serving Louis. "Anything. Sir. Anything for you."
"Good boy." Louis smiles. "That's exactly what I want to hear from you, but I think, this time, we'll clean you up." His smile widening, his thoughts quickly progressing. "In the shower with you," he orders. "Crawl there. I want you on your knees in the stall."
On to Part Two...
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