Ben Browder and Cillian Murphy. Boy for a Night. (Players Only)
March 21st, 2006 - 05:09 pm
|This chat takes place later the same night as this chat.|
Ben Browder and c_murphy. Spain. Boy for a Night.
Will be cross-posted.
Ben had actually been semi-planning this since they had first talked about going on vacation, having even done some inquiring about the type of club that might be available. He hadn't wanted to go to a Citadel location, he wanted to see how Cillian fared outside of the safety of the club.
It hadn't been until they actually arrived that he made his final decision though, and tonight was the night.
They'd spent most of the day either on the beach or doing various tours and Ben is getting things ready as Cillian showers. When the boy comes out, he will find laid out on the bed a few items: a pair of jeans (his only clothing for the evening), a cock ring and nipple clamps, all attached by a chain, his formal black leather collar and a leash.
Satisified, Ben waits.
Cillian sings softly as he shuts off the water in the shower and steps out to finish getting ready. Ben had only told him that they were going out, but was being silent about where and what they will be doing. He smiles as he blows his hair dry, his singing getting marginally louder. Once he's done, he looks critically at himself and decides to lightly line his eyes, making them appear even larger and brighter in his face. One last swipe of the towel and he walks into the bedroom.
The first thing he sees is Ben lounging in a chair, an intense look on his face. He's dressed in a way that has Cillian almost wishing that Ben was planning on throwing him to the bed for hours. Breath hitching, Cillian loses himself in those eyes as he offers up a shy smile. "Sir," he whispers out, head already sliding into subspace just looking at Ben's posture.
"Boy," Ben counters--loving the change that comes over Cillian, how easily he can pass from casual puppy excited to his boy, his sub, so eager to please his Master. Rising from the chair, he moves over, running his fingers down the pale cheek, taking in the kohled eyes. "Very nice, I approve."
Taking in the boy's slender, naked body, Ben's smile widens. "Does my good boy have any idea what we're going to do tonight?"
"No, Sir, I have no idea. I am glad you approve," his cheeks heat a bit as he stares into Ben's eyes. "I wanted to look nice for you." Cillian's breathing has shallowed a bit in desire, his pupils turning his light eyes dark. His posture straightens and his hands slide behind his back to grip each wrist, keeping him still under Ben's gaze.
"Good boy," Ben praises the posture. "Tonight, I'm going to take my boy to a club that will appreciate how obedient and loyal he is. Would you like that? Hmmm?" He tweaks a nipple, smiling as the nub hardens between his fingers.
Smiling softly at the praise, Cillian nods. "I would, Sir. I enjoy people knowing that I belong to you." His eyes flutter at the pinch to his nipple before he looks back at Ben, glad that he's allowed to look at him unless told otherwise. It helps him stay connected to Ben. Breathing out, he holds himself steady, working hard to not lean into the touches.
"Well, that's good then...because we're going out tonight, to a club...and you'll be leashed and collared, for me; hard and ready, for me. You'll be my boy, by my side. Lay down on the bed, next to what you'll be wearing tonight, on your back. It's time to get ready."
Blinking, his nostrils flare as Ben lists out what he'll be doing and wearing for Ben. "Yes, Sir." He turns and moves to the bed, eyes widening and small whimper escaping as he catalogs the items, especially the clamps and cock ring. Cillian settles himself on the bed and once in place turns his eyes up. "I love you, Sir."
"I love you too," Ben rumbles, running a hand down the smooth, pale body. "So beautiful." Stroking lower, Ben finally takes Cillian's cock into his hand, stroking slowly, teasingly to get him to full hardness. "Tonight, you are my boy--you will do everything I say; your world is narrowed to me, there is nothing and no one else. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir. Just you; always you." Eyes sliding shut at the tender touches, his hips rock into Ben's fist on a groan. Those words spark his interest, making him realize that there will be nothing casual about the night. He is not Ben's lover for the evening, he is Sir's boy...and only his boy. It'll be a challenge for him and he only hopes that he can make Ben proud.
Reaching for the cock ring, Ben slides it easily onto Cillian's erect cock, giving it a squeeze. "How does that feel, boy? Knowing you won't be allowed to come until I deem it time?" He gives the chain on the cockring a nice tug. "Every step you take will remind you of it."
Groaning at the squeeze, Cillian's eyelids flutter open. "It feels like the best thing in the world, Sir. Everything for you." His hips arch at the tug of the cock ring. He's pinned in place with thoughts, emotions and the power of Ben looming above him. He feels so cherished with the way Ben treats him, with care and love wrapped around his steel core.
Pleased with the boy's reactions, Ben then takes up the clover clamps. He makes sure to tweak and tease and torment Cillian's nipples with his fingers before attaching first one side, and then the other. Giving them a gentle tug, Ben smiles as they tighten. He attaches their chain to that of the cockring--making it taunt enough to tug, but not so tight that Cillian can't stand up straight without hurting (in a bad way).
Cillian cries out at the exquisite pinch of the first clamp and manages to only moan through the second. Panting, he looks at Ben through hazy eyes, a smile on his face. When Ben tugs on them, it is all he can do to not arch hard into the feelings. Just when Cillian relaxes into it all, he feels the tautness of it as Ben attaches it to his cock. "Oh, Sir...please," he whispers out, not aware he's even spoken.
"Please?" Ben repeats. "Please Sir, what?" Leaning down, he takes the head of Cillian's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue and then letting his teeth graze lightly.
"Everything." He smiles up at Ben and moves into mumbling softly as Ben teases at him. Cillian's entire body is sensitized, aware of Ben and only Ben. As wonderful as it is to have Ben sucking him, he is nowhere near coming because he knows that it is up to Ben...and that Ben will let him know when he will be able to let himself go. He moves one hand to pet at Ben's head, carding through his hair and making that loving connection.
Finally, Ben pulls back from Cillian's cock, leaning down now to capture the boy's lips in a hungry kiss, pinning his wrists to the bed. When he lets Cillian up, he loves how swollen the boy's lips are, how hungry his eyes are. "Time to get dressed," he says, his own voice a low husk as he adjusts himself in his leather pants. Snagging the jeans, he holds them out, smiling.
Cillian melts into the bed as he is pinned there; body instinctively responding to every nuance of Ben. He blinks his desire darkened eyes and slowly runs his tongue across his lips, chasing the last taste of Ben he can find. Groaning at the thought of moving, he smiles when Ben holds out the jeans and pushes himself up and off the bed to pull them on and up over his hips. It takes him a bit to find a way to get himself tucked in comfortably. He looks at Ben with a wry grin before remembering that he is supposed to be behaving himself and he drops the smile and his eyes as he moves into position.
"Good boy," Ben murmurs, running a hand down Cillian's back before picking up the other collar. "You're going to wear this one tonight I think, lift your chin so I can get it on you." He's so proud of Cillian, of how easily he slips into subspace, how natural he is and how much he craves it. Not to mention how beautiful Cillian is when he's under (or ever, really).
Lifting his chin in immediate response, he keeps his eyes lowered and his breathing slow and even. Cillian still does not really like the changing of his collar, though he has not mentioned it to Ben. He does love that Ben has given him such beautiful collars and he knows that certain ones are for certain situations, but his delicate silver collar is his daily one and the one that feels the most right to him. But, he also saw the leash and understands that they are not going for delicacy tonight; it's the symbol and the possession a leather collar really indicates.
"Easy," Ben murmurs, gentling the boy with touches as he removes the silver collar and replaces it with the leather one--licking his lips at the picture it presents. "It's warm tonight, so you'll go out just in your jeans. We'll get you some shoes though. You look beautiful--but then again you always do." Kissing the full lips once the collar is in place, Ben steps back with a smile.
He loves being touched and he loves the fact that Ben always seems to know just when he needs it the most. Cillian nods as Ben speaks to him and smiles at the compliment before returning the soft kiss with a gentle pressure. "Yes, Sir ...my shoes are by the door." He pauses and then whispers, "and thank you, Sir." He's looking forward to the night, but waits where he is for further direction from Ben.
Smiling at Cillian's thank you, Ben goes to retrieve the shoes and hand them to the boy, waiting while he gets them on. He pockets his own wallet and tugs on a black tshirt and when Cillian is done, he picks up the leash and beckons to him.
Cillian is moving the instant Ben calls to him, smiling just slightly at the idea of being on his leash; he'd not had any idea that Ben had packed these items for the trip. The fact that he had shows the care, thought and planning that really went into the trip; far beyond what he expected.
Once Cillian is close enough, Ben snaps the leash onto the collar--taking a moment to simply admire the sight of the boy leashed; his boy. "Perfect," he states, wrapping the leash around his hand a bit so Cillian is tethered closer to him. "Time to go."
"Yes, Sir." Cillian smiles as the metal clinks shut and shivers when Ben draws him closer in. This should prove to be a hell of an interesting night! runs through Cillian's mind, as he thinks about the fact that it is not a Citadel club...at least, he's fairly certain he did not see any Citadel locations near the hotel when he went through his Membership information.
Moving from the room, Ben smiles at some of the looks they receive. Given the area, they are more looks of approval or appraisal than of scandal. He nods to a few of them here and there, but mostly ignores their presence as they make their way towards the club. It's not that far, and Ben had decided they would walk...he wants to show his boy off.
Cillian glides out of the room slightly behind Ben. The leash is rather short, but he is determined to hold as close to a proper position as the slack Ben has left will allow. His eyes are on the ground as they move through the area, so he is unaware of anything other than Ben...and he finds that he likes it that way. It gives the chance to focus in totally on his Sir and to let his mind drift away from anything other than Ben.
When they reach the club, Ben pays price of admission for both of them before passing into the dim interior. The music is a deep throbbing sound that you can feel in your bones. "Nice," he murmurs almost to himself. "Would you like a drink?"
"A water please, Sir," Cillian speaks loud enough only to be heard by Ben over the music. He can feel it seeping into his body, much like the night they went dancing on Ibiza. Though tonight it is different; tonight it sets up a throbbing in his already hard and aching cock as he thinks about the fact that Ben may have him dancing and moving in this torturous set up. He has to swallow a grin at the thought and tightens his hands behind his back lest he be tempted to rearrange himself.
Leading Cillian to the bar, the 'tender gives Cillian an appraising once over.
Ben orders in Spanish, and the bartender compliments Cillian and Ben grins, glancing at his boy. "Gracias." Leaning against the bar, he tugs the leash closer and kisses Cillian hungrily.
Cillian has no idea what has been said, but he understands the tugging on his leash and the sudden wave of desire that sweeps him when Ben kisses him this way...and in public no less. He groans and sways into the embrace, but holds tight to his position otherwise. Whimpering as his cock jumps and therefore tugs at his sensitized nipples, he arches just a bit closer.
"So wanton tonight," Ben murmurs against Cillian's lips. "How bad do you want me buried balls deep inside of you right now?" He kisses Cillian's cheek, placing his lips close to the boy's ear. "Do you wish this were Citadel, so I could just bend you over that bar and make it quite clear just who you belong to?"
"Always wanton for you, Sir," he whispers into the side of Ben's face, hoping that he can hear. At the thought of having Ben inside him he moans, the sound more vibrating through him than audible in their surroundings. When Ben gets to the idea of fucking him over the bar, Cillian looks up subtly and whimpers much louder this time as he nods in agreement. His cock is jumping and his hole is clenching and all he wants right now is to writhe against Ben in response.
"I think we'll have to take a trip to Citadel when we get home, I'm feeling the urge to put you on display in every possible way..." When their drinks are sat down, Ben presses the water into the boy's hand. "Drink, and then you're going to dance for me."
Cillian's I want that, too remains silent as it does not matter what he does or does not want. Ben is in charge and Cillian will willingly do anything he asks or orders. Taking the water with a murmured 'thank you, Sir', he nearly rips off the cap and downs almost half of it one gulp. A couple of sips later, he puts the empty bottle back down and gets back into position as close to Ben as he can manage without taking any liberties.
Watching the boy gulp the water, watching his throat work, has Ben's cock twitching--knowing what those lips look like swallowing his cock. Shaking himself a bit, he leads the boy to a table near the floor, sitting down and spreading his legs. "Dance," he orders, still holding the leash, keeping Cillian tethered close, close enough that he can tug on the chains of the clamps and cockring if he wants.
The leash does not give him much choice but to follow closely behind Ben, not that Cillian would want to be any further away. It also does not give him far to go or much room to maneuver. He starts a bit slowly, but soon picks up the pace and the rhythm of the throbbing beat. His body moves sensually and somewhat graphically, directed at Ben and nearly in his lap. Cillian lifts his eyes to Ben's briefly, just to let him see the desire swimming there. He loves showing off for Ben; loves the appreciation, desire and love he sees in Ben's eyes. It's an addictive drug for him and he shivers a bit when their eyes first connect.
Seeing that Cillian is still completely okay with this little display, Ben reaches out to grab the chain, giving a gentle--but firm--tug on it...causing the clamps to tighten. "That's my boy," Ben murmurs.
Cillian is lost in Ben's eyes and only peripherally aware of his hand moving, so the tug comes as a bit of a shock. A good one though and he moans, arching into the sensations. His nipples set up a dull ache from the tightening of the clamps; cock reacting in phases to the sensations rippling through him and to the idea that Ben is toying with him like this there in a club. He's just marginally disappointed that it is not a Citadel club and that Ben cannot bend him over here and now and fuck him silly.
Ben continues to torment Cillian as he dances, finally tugging the boy closer by his leash and patting his lap. "Have a seat and take a rest," he instructs. He's painfully hard now, simply from watching his lover move.
Moving in at the tugging, Cillian drapes himself across Ben's lap with a quiet, "Yes, Sir." Panting and sweaty, he tries hard not to cling, but he is so aroused that all he wants is to rub against any part of Ben that he can find.
"How do you feel?" Ben whispers into Cillian's ear beneath the music, hands stroking over the boy's body. He's hard fighting the urge to drag the boy into the loo.
He arches his head, mouth hanging slightly open as Ben whispers into his ear. His whole body is feeling electrified and the slow touches of Ben's hands on his skin has him tingling. "Hot, Sir...hard...empty." He blushes and whimpers at the last, but wants to be as honest as he can.
Licking his lips, Ben glances around. "I think we need to take a trip to the bathroom--relieve ourselves," Ben growls hotly into Cillian's ear. "What do you think my boy?"
Cillian turns to Ben, hope in his eyes and smile on his face. "Please, yes Sir." He blinks and writhes just a bit in his thrilled state.
"Up," Ben states, tapping Cillian's thigh. Waiting for the boy to comply, Ben flows to his feet as well, holding the leash.
Cillian moves just as far away as need for Ben to stand and as the leash will allow. He moves imperceptibly closer once Ben is beside him and waits for orders or to be led around.
A few moments later they are slipping into the bathroom, discreetly shutting themselves into a stall. Ben immediately pushes Cillian against the wall and kisses him hungrily.
Conscious of needing to be quiet, Cillian returns the kisses and moans softly into Ben's mouth. His arms are pressed tight to the wall; the only way he is able to keep from ravaging Ben. Body aching, he still arches and writhes against Ben's hard frame.
"I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to be quiet. And if you're a good boy, as soon as we get home, I'll let you come as I fuck you again through the mattress..." Ben growls softly, thankful for the still steady thump of music seeping in through the walls.
"Yes, Sir...I will be quiet, be good for you." Cillian whispers it quietly. He writhes up against his Sir, his love.
"Turn around," Ben orders, stepping back so Cillian can comply. "And open your jeans." He licks his lips in anticipation.
He moves as quickly as possible, turning and undoing his jeans. Cillian shoves the jeans under his ass and half way down his thighs, leaning forward to brace himself on the wall and make himself ready for Ben. "Ready for you, Sir."
"Good boy," Ben praises, getting a condom and lube from his pocket. Slipping it on, he slicks himself before sliding two slick fingers into the boy.
Cillian pushes back hard against the fingers. He bites his lip to keep from crying out, but pulls forward and pushes back again...doing all the work for Ben and hoping that he is not taking liberties.
"Christ baby," Ben drawls softly. "You are eager for it tonight aren't you?" He's mesmerized for a moment, watching Cillian fucking himself on his fingers. Finally, he can't take it any more, pulling them out quickly. "Need you now."
"Yes, Sir...want you so badly, please," he whines quietly when Ben removes his fingers and then reaches back to spread himself wide, opening his hole for Ben to use as he will. Cillian's eyes drift shut as he thinks about being fucked against a bathroom wall in Spain...at a club. His whole body trembles in anticipation.
"Yes," Ben hisses, gripping Cillian's hips tightly and nudging against the boy's pucker. Sliding one hand up, he places it over the boy's mouth, intending to help him keep quiet as he shoves forward, moaning softly himself as he enters Cillian in one swift movement.
He can feel the blunt head of Ben's cock pushing and pushing until it slides past any resistance and he sinks in deep. Cillian moans softly into the fingers and arches further back wanting and needing to feel Ben in as deep as possible. The hand over his mouth sends his pulse racing and he lets his eyes drift shut.
Ben immediately starts a hard pace, fucking Cillian against the stall door, making it shake a bit as he claims the boy; takes him in the most complete of ways. "Fuck yeah," he grunts softly, burying his face in the pale shoulder as he ruts.
Arching and writhing against Ben, Cillian cries out behind the hand as his prostate is rubbed and pressed with every slamming thrust. He's finding it incredibly difficult to keep back the sounds and on a particularly rough slam he bites down on Ben's hand without thought to muffle the shout. The last thing he wants is for them to be found out.
Ben growls as he feels the teeth on his hand, the slight pain just spurring him on as he slams harder into the boy--coming very close to his climax, the situation driving him to that edge. "Fuck!" he growls softly.
Cillian's focus has turned inward, unaware of anything but the effort it is taking him to hold back. No coming, not allowed. It plays a track through his brain as he feels Ben slamming in and out, in and out...raking his prostate on each and every one of the strokes. He whimpers just a bit, but keeps that hand between his teeth.
Ben is pretty sure he'll have bloody teethmarks where Cillian is biting down on his hand and that thought drives him on. With a few more hard thrusts he comes with a muffled growl, biting down hard on Cillian's pale shoulder as his hips jerk erratically.
Going rigid under Ben, Cillian whimpers as he feels his Sir coming hard behind him. After a moment, he releases Ben's hand and looks down in some horror. Kissing at the hand in mute apology, Cillian lets his body slowly relax back away from the edge and come back under his control. He's unaware of the faint tear tracks on his cheek from holding back.
Pulling out of Cillian, Ben disposes of the condom and does his jeans up before turning Cillian around. He kisses gasping lips gently, wiping the tears away. "Okay darlin'?" he asks in a near whisper.
"Yes, Sir." Cillian smiles up at Ben and his tender administrations. "I am wonderful, Sir." He blinks a bit and his cheeks flush. "May I have a kiss?" Cillian's pants are still puddled around his thighs.
Pulling Cillian's jeans up and gently tucking his still hard cock into them, Ben dips his head, taking the full lips in a slow, languid kiss.
Sighing into the kiss, Cillian let's Ben take care of him. His entire body is still thrumming with excitement and the throbbing beat seeping through the walls.
"Let's go back out," Ben finally says. "You could use another water, I wager...you can dance a bit more for me and then we'll go back to the hotel."
"Yes, Sir...I would love to dance for you again." Cillian smiles up at Ben before shaking out his limbs just a bit and settling back into his boy headspace. His eyes are cast to the floor and he grips his wrists behind his back. "I am ready whenever you are, Sir."
"Let's go then my beauty..." Ben kisses Cillian gently, then leads him out of the stall and back out into the main part of the bar, stationing them at their earlier position.
Cillian is dancing away for Ben, body writhing and eyes trained only on him. The world has disappeared from view and even though he is as hard as he's been all night, that is secondary to putting on a show for Ben. He smiles seductively and writhes closer.
Ben long since abandoned being an observer and he's dancing with Cillian, but he's starting to think it's time to get out of here; to give his boy some relief and to find some privacy where they won't get arrested. Lips near Cillian's ear, he speaks beneath the music. "Hotel?"
Eyes widening as Ben presses closer, Cillian tilts his head closer in order to hear or at least, that is the reason he'd give if asked. Grinning, he nods and turns his lips to Ben's ear. "Yes, Sir...please." His lips trail softly across Ben's cheek as he pulls back to look up at his Sir.
"Let's go then," Ben rumbles, pulling gently on the leash so they can leave. "Such a beautiful boy. Everyone is envious of me...knowing you're mine to go home with."
"Thank you, Sir." Cillian has no idea of anything else to say to that. He loves that Ben loves him and sees that in him, but when he looks out over the crowd, there are far more beautiful boys than he. "I am the lucky one to have you to take me home, Sir. It is all I ever want."
Once back on the street, the cool night breeze is refreshing and Ben tugs Cillian to him, wrapping an arm around his boy, wanting to feel the slender body against his as they move.
Cillian tucks himself in close when Ben pulls him in. The night air feels brilliant on his overheated flesh, but he still would rather be curled around his lover. His head rests lightly in the crook of Ben's shoulder as he closes his eyes and lets himself be guided along.
They finally make it back to the hotel, and it takes every bit of self control Ben has not to jump Cillian in the elevator. As it is, by the time they room to their door is closed, he has his boy up against the wall, kissing him hard with his knee pressed tightly against the boy's groin.
"Oh, God," Cillian whimpers as his body makes contact with the wall and then nothing can be heard except the harsh breathing and moans coming from them. He's trying to be good, to still be Ben's boy and not push or ask for too much. He gets what Ben wants to give him and that makes him happier than he can express. But he does push back up just a bit and then a little bit more, groaning at the sensations.
Reaching up, Ben unhooks the leash and lets it drop to the ground. "Beg, plead...anything you want to do...and you can come as soon as the ring is off, no holding back," he rasps, then captures the full lips again and kisses them both breathless.
Cillian would beg, but has not the breath for it, so he whimpers and uses his body instead. Pushing up against Ben, he holds on tight and grinds his hip against the other man. He kisses Ben back fiercely, loving the strength in their kisses and the intensity that Ben inspires in him.
Pulling back finally, Ben opens Cillian's jeans and pushes them off slender hips. "Step out of them," he orders.
He wriggles his hips to help Ben get the jeans down. Once they are past his knees, he pulls his legs up and away tossing the jeans to the side. "Oh, God, Sir," is all he can get out as his cock bobs freely, released now from the torture of the evening.
First, Ben removes the cover clamps, leaning down to soothe the abused buds with his tongue, sucking lightly on each one as his hand strokes Cillian's bound cock.
Crying out when the clamps come off, Cillian leans back and pants. He moans as Ben laves them to relieve the aching, his hips hitching into the stroking of his cock. The sensation is almost overwhelming after being in a state of denial for hours.
"Such a good, beautiful boy..." Ben praises, finally removing the cock ring as he sinks to his knees and takes the tortured flesh into his mouth, moaning as the head of the boy's cock bumps against the back of his throat.
He whimpers again when the cockring is removed and Ben sinks down. The sight is so hot that Cillian closes his eyes and tilts his head back for at least a moment, trying to hold back.. Then Ben swallows him down and when he bumps the back of his Sir's throat, Cillian comes hard and long. His body quivers where he leans and he cries out, his head rolling against the wall. "Ohgodohgodohgod..."
Taking every drop of Cillian's seed, Ben finally pulls back, lapping at the boy's softening cock before sliding back up and kissing him deeply, letting him taste himself.
Forgetting himself and forgetting to be a boy, Cillian throws himself against Ben with a soft cry and kisses him back hard, trembling and clinging to him.
Holding tightly onto Cillian, Ben finally just scoops the slight body up and carries him towards the bed, laying him down gently before stretching out along his pale lover. He touches him lightly, trying to gentle him and murmuring soft words.
Once Ben is next to him, Cillian rolls and curls himself against the warm body. A content smile appears as he shivers slightly and tries to burrow closer. With a sigh he relaxes and nuzzles at Ben. "Mmm....love you," he whispers back and moves into Ben's touches, just absorbing what he says.
"I love you too," Ben says, smiling as he holds Cillian close, nibbling on his shoulder. "You were so good tonight. I'm so proud of you." He loves moments like this, just holding Cillian, being so connected to him.