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Elias Koteas/Rupert Everett - Going Deeper [currentish]
Rupert is looking at his phone. His phone is looking back at him. He is pondering; should he call Elias? Should he wait for Elias to call him? Does he want to see Elias again? Yes, he does. He wants to give up control, find his submissive and get a good fucking, a good beating and a good fucking.
He doesn’t want to ask but he’s going to.
He picks up the phone, finds Elias’ number, connects.
It goes straight to answer machine.
“Hi … it’s me … Rupert … Um … I was wondering … I would really like … “ A pause. “I’d like to see you, if you’re free? Are you free?” Clumsy or what. “If you are, call me? Please?” Then in a low tone. “Sir.”
He disconnects and looks at his reflection.
I can’t believe I just did that.
~~~
Elias is waiting in the room when Rupert arrives, a reversal from their first scene here. He’s already brought out the folded bedding, laying it on the floor next to his bag, all within easy reach. He looks up from his book as Rupert keys the locked door, pulling off his glasses with a smile and rising to greet the other man.
“It’s good to see you.” Elias means it wholeheartedly. Certainly Rupert had contacted him first, but the man’s nervousness had been pretty obvious to Elias, even over the phone. It wouldn't have surprised him if Rupert had called tonight and backed out. Elias is very glad he hadn’t.
"Good to see you too." Rupert smiles, a genuine smile. He is nervous, not having any idea what's going to happen and also because this is the first time he has ever asked so openly for this.
Crossing the room, Elias hesitates only slightly before pulling the other man into a hug. Clapping him lightly on the back and giving his shoulder a squeeze, Elias admits, “I was worried you’d stand me up.”
"Not a chance," Rupert lies. "Well only a little chance." He grins. "This is a first for me." he returns the hug with interest. Elias feels good, solid. Strong.
“Mmmhmm,” Elias lets go after a long moment. Steps back to give Rupert a knowing look. “You normally wait until it’s driving you nuts to go after what you want, right?” Not that Rupert has said so much that plainly, but he had told Elias enough during the course of their last scene and more recently, over the phone, that it’s easy enough to put two and two together. “Bit different coming here carrying the full weight of the choice, I’m sure.”
"That’s very true," Rupert is already reddening. He looks down. "I wondered if I would do better not waiting until I'm desperate." It feels like Elias can see right into the core of him.
“Unless maybe desperation is a kink?” Elias lifts a brow.
"Well it's not. It's fucking inconvenient, and waiting for it ..." Rupert shrugs.
Elias waits until Rupert lifts his head and meets his gaze. Gives him a half grin. “It is a kink for me. Desperation looks good on you. But there are far more enjoyable ways to get you there than making you wait until you can’t stand yourself, right.” He leaves the opening hanging there. Go on Rupert. Take it. You know you want to.
"How do you plan on getting me into that state?" God Rupert wants it. He wants to give it up to Elias, he wants to feel that burning desire to obey. He wants to be the focus of Elias' attention.
“How do you feel...” Elias circles around behind Rupert. Sidles in close. Fuck but the man is big. Nuzzles into his back, hands on his hips. “...about letting me...” Teeth nip at him through the shirt. “...tease you?”
"You know I want it." Rupert whispers. He shuts his eyes. "I want to stop thinking." When he thinks, he gets distracted, begins to doubt himself.
Elias nips again, harder. “Then don’t think. Just feel.” His hand slips around, unfastens a button and sneaks in the opening to pet over hot skin. “Just feel and trust me. You can do that, right? Trust me to make you feel?” The words are soft spoken against Rupert’s back. Interspersed with more teasing bites, Elias’ hand moving in slow circles over Rupert’s chest. “Trust yourself to let go for me?”
"Yes sir." Rupert is still whispering. "Trust you, yes." He wants to be a boy for just as long or short as Elias wants him for. His hands are sweating slightly, it's like being young and green again. Elias' touch is as good as he remembers.
“Good boy.” Elias purrs, nuzzling the nape of Rupert’s neck, fingers plucking at a nipple.
Rupert shivers. He can't, he won't, start begging already. It's far too soon.
It’s okay. They have time. Time for begging. And time for this.
Elias pinches again. Harder. “I want you to tell me two kinks. Two kinks that aren’t pain.” Rupert’s not far down yet. Not far enough to do and go and answer without question. Elias knows this, and is playing off trust instead. Rupert’s trust that Elias will use against him whatever information he gives, and trust that Elias will make certain it’s good for them both.
Hating to be put on the spot, not having prepared the answer, Rupert has to stop and think. Apart from pain? Damn.
“Humiliation.” His eyes flutter shut. He loves to feel squirmy with embarrassment. Loves it until It makes his cock ache.
The second one makes him even more uncomfortable. He doesn’t want to admit it because it’s not something he has done very often.
“Piss play.” He whispers, the words barely spoken.
No fucking shit... well then. How lucky are they that Elias took things that route last time? Elias’ touch almost stutters over Rupert’s chest. Almost but he wills his hand steady. “Guess it’s a good thing we’re here with a wood floor again, huh?”
"Yes sir."
Elias pops another button open. “Letting me piss on you is more than a little degrading....” And another button. “Nasty too. Are you nasty, Rupert? A nasty boy who craves being degraded.” The last buttons slip free easily and Elias pulls the shirt open to expose Rupert’s chest.
Rupert Everett, not only are you a nasty little boy, you are a nasty little boy who will come to a bad end. "Sir, I am a nasty boy." And yes, he does crave degradation. He wants it badly, which is why he made the call to Elias. He shivers as he feels the cool air of the room on his heated skin.
“Dirty boy,” Elias hisses, the words exaggerated by the buzz as he works Rupert’s zip down. A quick grope pulls Rupert’s length through his fly. “Lookie here. Hard for it, too. Such a nasty slut.” Elias strokes him, one rough twist of his hand root to tip before he releases, leaving Rupert’s cock bobbing lewdly from his open fly.
The words spark the flame inside Rupert, lighting the fire that has him whining under Elias' hand. "Please sir, please." The words come easily, his cock only confirming how easy it is to flip him.
“Strip. I want you naked and on your knees. Now.”
Rupert strips quickly and drops down with a thud that makes Elias’ heart skip over in his chest. Fucking beautiful. Of course, the pleasure doesn’t show on Elias’ face. He’s better than that, schooling his features into something more severe as he circles around the boy once, twice, finally stopping in front of him.
Nudging Rupert’s prick with the toe of his shoe, Elias clucks his tongue. “You are such a whore.”
Looking down, Rupert nods, he isn’t down far enough not to realise that there is no right answer to the remark. “Yes sir,” he agrees. There’s no point in denying it, not when he’s here, on his knees, on the floor, craving everything he knows Elias can offer.
Rupert is looking at the floor and completely misses the smile that lights Elias’ eyes. “Yes. Yes you are.” Padding lightly across the room, away from the door and toward the mirror, Elias calls him to follow. “Crawl for me, Whore.”
And crawl Rupert does, he’s not the most graceful of men, being so big, it impedes him but he crawls, his cock stiffening because feeling like this, doing this, it’s the best feeling in the world right now. He glances up and sees the mirror. Oh please god, not the fucking mirror. He hates it.
If Elias had been after grace he’d have picked a smaller play partner. Rupert’s not graceful so much; hell, he’s almost awkward crawling across the wood floor for Elias. For Elias. That’s the rush. This big guy is on his knees for Elias, and hard from it too.
The glance at the mirror isn’t missed. The smile this time isn’t so pretty. It’s too sharp to be anything short of predatory. “Mmmhmm. You know where I want you. Face the mirror, kneel up and look at yourself bitch.”
Rupert hesitates. He hesitates far too long. Why do they have to do the mirror? He doesn’t want to watch himself, he hates seeing that needy look in his eye, the one he is used to seeing in the boys he plays with. He knows he has to do this, kneel up for Elias. For Sir.
Elias, when the situation requires, can move with surprising grace and speed. On his knees at the bigger man’s side, he snags a handful of hair. A twist and a yank, Elias’ elbow along his back the fulcrum, has Rupert stretching up awkwardly and basically forced into the position Elias had ordered. “I said,” Elias spits, “look at yourself bitch. What part of that did you not get?”
“S-s-sorry...” Christ that hurts. “Sorry, sir.” Rupert looks at himself, sees a big man being gripped by great big fucking force of nature. He sees what he hates to see, a man who cannot go on without this.
“No,” Elias growls, “you’re not. Not yet.” He bites down on Rupert’s shoulder, hard, harder, teeth grinding against muscle..
Despite himself, Rupert can’t help crying out, squirming a bit. “Oh fuck … please...” he whimpers. “I am sorry, Sir, I am, please sir, I will be a good boy.” He can hear the the tone in his voice, entreating, begging.
Elias doesn’t let up. Rupert will sport the bruise for days, a reminder that Elias is happy to leave him with. Finally, Elias pulls back, letting Rupert’s skin slide free from his teeth only to pull his hair, turning him into a fierce kiss.
Another whimper follows. Rupert loves that Elias will kiss him. Does kiss him, even in the midst of something far darker. It’s like being claimed, it feels dangerously good. He follows in Elias’ wake, being guided, controlled, the throb from that bite making his cock pulse.
If Elias’ intent was to make Rupert sorry he’s most certainly failed. He’s aware of this. Truth be told, if he’d really wanted Rupert sorry, he’d have packed his shit and left. Of course, they’d have both been unhappy with that result.
Biting at Rupert’s bottom lip gets a wince and Elias growls, hand in the boy’s hair holding him in place as he bites again. Not hard enough to do damage, but hard enough to hurt and make the point. Do as you’re told and don’t fuck with me.
The point has been made. Rupert flushes. He fucked up and now he has to make up for it. If Elias, if Sir want him to look in the mirror, he will. Anything Elias wants, he must give, that’s what they’re here for. It’s not about you, dumb fuck.
Elias breaks the kiss, watching Rupert with lust darkened eyes as he turns him back to the mirror. “Look.”
This time Rupert does as he’s told. He still cringes inside but he looks, hopefully, fearlessly into the mirror. There a boy is kneeling for his Sir, a boy who looks back at him out of serious, dark eyes.
Better. Not excellent. Elias doesn’t like the flinch but it’s obedience sure enough. “Good.” Bracing on Rupert’s shoulder, he rises to his feet.
What next? Rupert wonders. He stays perfectly still, waiting. He is strong enough to take Elias’ weight, watching himself watching Elias.
“Not at me,” Elias corrects the stray of Rupert’s eyes.
Swallowing, Rupert looks into his own eyes. He hates that look on his face but Elias' will is stronger than his own.
That’s it. Rupert’s shoulder gets a squeeze, right over the bite mark before Elias begins to circle him, peeling off his shirt as he walks.
That mark is going to last a while. It hurts a lot. Rupert would like to look at it, can't. He has to behave now. He has to be a good boy. Men like Elias can have lots of boys; it behoves him to be better than them. God he wants to look at Elias naked. He wants to see him, very much.
Rupert may be looking at himself in the mirror, obedient and following the order Elias had given; but his mind is obviously ticking away at something else. That simply won’t do. Elias is to his right side, one step from being in front of him when he spins, slapping Rupert in the chest. The blow is hard, open palmed and immediately the mark blossoms over Rupert’s pectoral, a bright and angry red handprint.
Caught off guard, Rupert gasps. It is the way Elias dominates that catapults him down. He bites his lip, that hurt, not just the slap though, he’s been caught out, somehow Elias knows when he’s obeying by rote. That isn’t what he’s here for, he came to Elias for something; it’s a two way deal though and that means he has to give Elias everything. Now is the time to stop fighting, its not like he doesn’t want it anyway.
He kneels up straighter, catches his own eye in the mirror and holds it. He’s nearly there, nearly in the right headspace. Now he needs to stop fighting himself.
Elias watches as Rupert puts some effort into it. That’s more like it ; though Elias doesn’t offer praise. “Hands behind your head.”
There is no lagging now, no hesitation. Instead Rupert obeys immediately. He is sinking now, letting himself concentrate on Elias and what Elias wants.
Perfect. Rupert is really very beautiful. Broad shoulders. Elias trails his fingers over the lines of muscle and sinew. Slaps lightly. “Stay.” A simple one word command you’d give to a dog. Or an obedient boy.
Padding across the wood floor to his bag, Elias retrieves the smaller of the two chain floggers from the cold pack. Rupert hadn’t expressed any complaints or made any requests for something different.
That sound is familiar. Rupert almost smiles, remembering how good that metal feels when it lands on his skin. He wants the pain, no doubt about it, but he craves the whole package more and that is going to take away his costly fix, render it useless. The thought would terrify him were he not naked and kneeling, awaiting Sir's strong arm.
Rupert is kneeling perfectly when Elias returns, eyes gleaming with anticipation, the fine lines around his eyes crinkled with the hint of a smile. Elias watches the reflection in the mirror as he drapes the icy chains over Rupert’s shoulders, dragging them in a caress around the back of his neck. “Can you hold that position or do you want to brace against the wall?”
"Please sir, may I try and keep this position?" Rupert asks. Humbly, not a hint of languor nor mockery in his tone. The coolness on his skin making him all the more needy. Now he's no longer fighting it, the urge to please is so strong, it takes him over.
“You may,” Elias nods, trailing the flogger down the boy’s spine. Rupert is posed perfectly, broad shoulders just waiting to be adorned with Elias’ marks. A flick of Elias’ his wrist swings the tips of the falls in an arc to brush a kiss over muscled flesh. “Call yellow if you need to adjust.”
"Sir, thank you sir." Rupert shivers, relaxes as much as it's possible to relax and keeps his eyes trained on his own reflection. It's killing him not being able to watch Elias.
Elias doesn’t answer as he lets topspace take over. He toys with the flogger for a little longer, waking Rupert’s skin up, as it were. It’s a tease and he knows it, enjoys drawing it out.
Rupert whines, quietly, under his breath. Trying to stay still. He understands the tease but he is on edge. Just where he is supposed to be.
The murmur of the chains increases as Elias draws them back and delivers the first blow, stainless steel falls connecting finally with enough force to sting. They ricochet on impact with a noisy spatter, rattling as Elias untangles them with shake of his wrist and hits Rupert’s shoulders again.
Swaying slightly, Rupert groans. Oh yes, like that, just like that. Only more please, more and harder. It’s not as easy to keep his balance, he won’t be able to lose himself completely but Rupert wants, no he craves desperately, to hear Elias praise him.
Elias doesn’t tend toward talkative during scenes. Of course, he will talk, and talk at length if the scene calls for it, but most often when he speaks the words are chosen carefully and delivered as another means of driving his partner down. Otherwise there’s long spans where he’s quiet, listening. Listening to the satisfying smack as skin gives and flexes under impact, to the sound of lungs and nose and mouth working to move air, air that vibrates into the thrum of vocal chords.
Rupert sounds just as gorgeous as he looks, soft shivery inhales between strikes that break over into grunts and moans. It’s need and appreciation, honest noises that Elias loves driving out of him. “That’s right,” Elias murmurs after a while, when the timing is right and he’s about ready to move forward from the warm up into something rougher. And there’s the praise Rupert has been seeking, “Good boy.”
Immediately Rupert responds to it, like a daisy opening up in the sunshine. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t smile, but his posture improves and inside he most certainly is reacting. A wave of that near contentment washing over him, like this is where he should be, this is how it ought to be.
Elias beats him hard then, blow after blow raining down until the skin of the boy’s shoulders is glowing and hot. Harder still, the force behind the throws enough to make Elias’ arm ache. And then slow again, the beating tempered to draw this out even longer. It’s a tease; a tease for them both to keep Rupert on edge, flying along. The falls kiss Rupert’s skin in almost gentle swipes, dragging down over darkening bruises as Elias carries the swings through.
At this point Rupert is flying. His mind is filled with all the different colours of the pain, of each lash that caresses his skin, barely registering the ache in his arms and shoulders. Elias could do anything he wanted to and with Rupert and Rupert would go along with it. He is nothing but Elias’ and his thoughts float as free as the motes of dust that dance on the air.
Slowly, Elias walks around Rupert, still flicking the tails of the chain falls over him. Arms, biceps, the tender peaks of his nipples, soft of his belly. It’s nothing more than sensation at this stage of the scene, nothing hard. Rupert’s nerves are lit up already and nothing more is necessary.
Barely aware of Elias, it is only the tiny waves of pain that connect Rupert to the world. Hitherto, he has been frightened of going so deep, aware that he hasn’t the facility to safeword if he needs to, here he can only soak up everything Sir wants to give him, soak it up and beg for more if he needs to. The pain ceases to hurt, it’s a warm glow that bathes his skin in a warm glow.
He’s still watching the mirror, dark eyes fixed forward obediently, the gaze only broken by the drowsy blink of subspace. Elias catches him under the chin with the hilt of the flogger. “Look at me boy.” He wants Rupert to watch this. To see it coming and anticipate.
Almost before the words are out, Rupert’s eyes are glued on Elias, awaiting further orders.
There’s no table, nothing conveniently located for Elias to set the flogger on. “Hmm.” His mouth twitches. “Open,” he hisses, pressing the butt of the hilt to Rupert’s lips.
Faltering slightly, Sir’s tone sounds like he’s displeased, Rupert opens his mouth, takes in the flogger, the handle of the flogger between his lips, holds on, gripping like grim death.
A ruffle to the boy’s hair in the way of praise and Elias unzips his fly, pulling out his half hard prick. And thinks of the most unerotic thing he can imagine...
Maybe Sir isn't displeased. Rupert keeps watching, hardly daring to watch sir's cock, wanting to.
The image of Glenn Beck fixed firmly in his mind, Elias exhales. Relaxes enough to do the job and aims. The stream is weak at first but builds strength slightly, enough to arc and splash over Rupert’s chest.
Thud.
The flogger hits the floor. Rupert moves his head, exposing his neck, he wants it on his face, in his mouth, he would bathe in it if he could.
Elias gives him all he has. Not so much as all that; he’d not been prepared for the scene to go this direction and drunk enough prior. It’s enough to leave Rupert dripping though, marked in a very visceral way. It makes Elias shiver.
“Fuck,” Elias exhales, giving himself a shake to clear the last few drops.
Shutting his eyes, Rupert shivers, wishing he could taste it. He wishes there’d been more but that’s just plain greedy especially as he can feel the liquid running over his skin and down to his groin. His cock aches with it.
Rupert is still holding position, fingers interlaced behind his head, posture near perfect. Beautiful and so damned obedient. “You may touch yourself,” Elias says softly, his own hand closing around his shaft to stroke lightly.
“Thank you Sir...” Rupert’s hand moves down his body, fingers pausing to gather any piss, damping his hand before he curls his long fingers around his cock, his movements mirroring Elias’.
“Good boy,” Elias murmurs, throat gone tight. “Dirty for me.” So fucking dirty, and hot as sin. His prick fills to pulse against his palm.
Rupert is bathed in the glow of being a good boy for his sir. “Thank you Sir.”
For a few strokes, Elias is content to watch. Jacking off, standing over Rupert while Rupert pleasures himself how he chooses. Long fingers wrapped around his prick, strokes that match the movement of Elias’ hand on his own cock. It’s a definite turn on. But Elias is greedy, as always.
“Reach around and finger your ass,” Elias orders.
No hesitation at first. Rupert’s doubt only kicks in when he actually touches his hole. He can see it written on his face and strives to overcome it. This is what he came here for. It’s too late to demur. Mentally he grits his teeth and begins to finger his ass hole.
“Shhh,” Elias does not like the expression in Rupert’s eyes. Not at all. “Just want you to make yourself feel good. All those nerve endings back there. They feel good, huh?”
“Thank you sir.” That helps, he must have earned it therefore Rupert is able to get into the swing of it, pushing his finger tip inside his body, moving it in and out, brushing over his hole, his cock jerking each time he touches a very sensitive place.
Ahh. Now that’s better. “Fuck yeah, that’s hot. Want some lube or do you like it dry?”
The question throws Rupert. “Um...” He wants to please Elias more than he cares if it hurts or not. “Dry, sir.” He decides if he were watching he would want it to hurt.
Elias cocks his head. “Truth? Or what you think I want to hear?” He’s already going for the lube. “I want more than capitulation here, you understand?”
“Latter,” Rupert’s eyes drop for a moment. That is not always the way to do it, he knows that’s why he was given a choice, and now he’s failed it. “Sorry.” He adds, feeling like a sixth former who’s been caught out when bunking off school.
Returning with lube, Elias holds it out, runs his hand over Rupert’s throat and collarbone. “Apology accepted.” His smile is gentle, fingers possessive as they explore the ridges of Rupert’s esophagus under soft skin. “We’re still learning each other.”
Again that feeling of pleasure that he hasn’t fucked up that somehow Elias understands him. He shivers a little under the touch, a shiver of enjoyment, basking in having all of Elias’ attention on him. Wanting, needing to keep getting it right. Taking the lube he returns the smile, a smile that some of his friends might think has been a long time hidden away, a sweet smile in which, if one knew Rupert well, one might see the young, eager boy he once was.
There’s a connection here, something more than the power exchange. Elias has a suspicion that he’s getting something from Rupert that is rarely given. It makes his gut clench.
“Go on now,” Elias gives his shoulder a pat and takes a step away. “Give me a show, eh?”
Quickly Rupert smears a good amount of lube onto his fingers. He spreads his legs as wide as he can, drops down so he can lean on an elbow, leaving his arse high in the air, then he slides his fingers into his body. He gasps, Christ it’s hot. He is hot. His eyes roll and he fucks himself, moaning because although the act might not turn him on so much, the fact that he is doing it for someone. For Elias Well, that makes it hotter.
It’s far more show than Elias had expected. His prick gives an enthusiastic bob. Oh yes. That’s nice, thank you. “Good boy.” And if Elias sounds a bit quenched there, he has good reason. Rupert finger fucking himself, damp with sweat and Elias’ piss, gasping as he drills his fingers into his ass.... Holy hell. Elias’ cock drools at the sight.
There is no doubt Rupert is doing it right and that makes it easier for him to crook his fingers, find that spot and rub over it. His eyes flutter shut and he moans, he isn’t going to come, not like this but it still feels fucking good.
“Slut,” Elias hisses. It’s about all he’s capable of. “Fingers up your hole. Look at yourself.”
“Yes sir,” Rupert agrees. “Slut.” Your slut. And when Elias says it, it sounds so much better than when Olivier spits obscenities at him. This feels like he’s giving something as well as receiving it and he groans because, really, it feels so good.
“Hang on. Don’t... don’t go anywhere,” Elias says cheerfully, as if Rupert is planning on leaving. Ha. Scooping up his flogger he tosses it back on his bag and pads back to the toy cabinet. Elias hums to himself and plots as he goes. He’s pretty sure he saw... he did. Perfect.
Rupert stays put, well obviously he does. He doesn’t know whether to remove his fingers, he does anyway, he feels a bit daft with them stuck up his ass.
“Oh don’t stop,” Elias prompts as he returns, grinning at the lewd squish as Rupert moves his fingers again. “Here we are,” and with that he delivers a sound tap against Rupert’s ass with the tongue of the crop.
Mouth opening and closing, Rupert blushes, he heard the squelch too and he can’t help being embarrassed by it. He slides his fingers back into his hole, trying not to jump as the crop hits his ass.
“Pain isn’t a punishment from me,” Elias reminds him. “You like it and I like giving it. You’re being so good for me.” And with that, he rewards Rupert with another strike against the curve of his backside.
The reminder is timely and that means he can enjoy this. He wants to know though. “Please sir...” he gasps. “What would be a punishment?” He can’t help asking. Now he’s curious. That feels really good. It hurts but not so much it detracts from the whole experience of finger fucking himself for Elias’ pleasure.
“I’d probably stand you in the corner,” Elias answers, “but let’s not test that, huh? “ He pops Rupert again.
“Don’t want to stand in the corner.” Rupert speaks more to himself and then wriggles just a little because, that is good.
Elias waits for the squirming to stop and hits him again. “And I don’t want to stand you in the corner. I want to beat you while you finger fuck yourself for me. And after you’ve come and made a mess of the floor, I’m going to make you lick it clean of all the come and piss... look at you dribbling already.”
And Rupert is, cock leaking a sticky steam onto the wood floor. Elias, pleased, smacks his ass again and again with the crop, leaving little red blotches over the pale skin.
The words make Rupert whimper. Even though it’s disgusting, he will do it and he will enjoy it. He knows that, Elias knows that. His fingers are over that place again, over and over, while his ass enjoys each and every slap that lands upon it.
Delivering a very light tap to the back of Rupert’s hand, Elias growls, “Come on. Fuck yourself like you mean it, boy. Get those fingers in there.”
Another jolt as Rupert realises how far he will go for Elias. For a split second he wonders if he should stop this, now. Before he gets too involved and it all ends in tears. His tears. But the growl, the reminding tap and he frenziedly fucks himself, fingers squelching as they go in and out of his body.
“That’s it whore, do yourself...” Elias has to pause with the crop to stroke himself, his own prick leaking, wetting the open fly of his jeans.
Rupert is going to come. He knows he has made Elias hard and it’s all too much, his skin is so tight, he needs to come.
“Sir …” He says frantically. “Please sir, may I?”
The boy is trembling with need. Elias brings the crop down at the top of his crease. “Do it.”
Splat; Rupert’s come spurts out, landing on the floor, in his mind’s eye Rupert can see it mixing with Elias’ piss and the idea of eating it, cleaning it all up just makes him come harder, groaning with shame at what is going on in his fucked up head.
“Good,” Elias delivers the next swat at the tender skin where ass meets thigh. Just hard enough that the sting will punctuate the orgasm.
Rupert moans, the pain, a searing stinging pain interrupts his orgasmic state, intensifies it, makes it even better as he crests the wave and begins to descend, aftershocks making his body shudder.
Tap tap tap. The tip of the crop barely makes contact, over Rupert’s ass and then dragging, petting strokes over his spine and up to his shoulders. It comes to a stop at the nape of his neck and holds, light pressure as he gasps for breath.
There are so many sensations, Rupert feels overwhelmed by them. He is panting now, the effects of the huge orgasm beginning to die away. He notices a bead of sweat drip from the end of his nose, landing on a puddle of come. He realises he will be licking that up too. He shivers.
Elias gives Rupert just a moment to collect himself. A few breaths and a shiver and then Elias puts his bare foot on Rupert’s shoulder and bears down. “Clean up your mess, boy.”
Is Rupert really going to do this? Lick up the cold piss, the sweat that’s dripped off his body and his own come? It’s foul, degrading, disgusting, it would make most normal people retch. Hell yes, of course he is. He cleans up his own mess, his mind closing against the disgust that lurks there. He cleans up and yeah, truth be told? He gets off on being the most disgusting slut, he gets off on being dirty and slutty and beyond whoreish.
A thrill chases around Elias’ gut as he watches, a shiver dancing right through his center. He strokes himself, standing there over Rupert, watching that pink tongue rasp over the wood floor, lapping up the slick fluids. After the boy has attacked the most of it, he reaches down, tangles his left hand in his hair and tugs, “Come here,” pulling to get him upright, to where he can rub his prick over Rupert’s face.
Rupert’s lips part and Elias jerks off over the swell of his bottom lip, groaning deep in his throat. “Ahhh... dirty whore. You want that, eh? Want me to use your mouth, bitch?”
“Yes please sir, please.” Rupert looks up pleadingly.
It’s so easy to hold Rupert right there. Elias slaps his cock over Rupert’s cheeks, against his chin. “Slut.”
“Yes sir.” Rupert doesn’t know what else he can do. Has he earned it or not? “Please sir.”
Begging, obedient and waiting... simply gorgeous. Elias finds it hard to breathe. Shoving past Rupert’s lips, he pulls Rupert forward, fucking that sweet mouth over his prick. “Shit... yessss,” the hiss turns into a growl of pleasure as Rupert gags.
Of course Rupert gags, he’s got a very thick cock down his throat, cutting off his air supply and hitting his gag reflex. Tears begin to stream down his face, he doesn’t care, oh no, he wants to show Elias what a good boy he is and how he will take anything, anything. And if there is a part of him going to baulk, he can keep it under control. For now.
Elias fucks Rupert’s mouth steadily, rough thrusts that steal Rupert’s ability to breathe now, and will steal his voice later. It’s so good, the instinctive fight that Rupert can’t quite control, his throat closing and the every so slight flinch. Elias knows he’s hurting him. It makes it that much hotter.
Probably Elias doesn’t know how close Rupert is to panicking. He knows Elias won’t hurt him beyond what he can take but there is something so … so humiliating in being used like this. Not even like a whore but more like an object, a slave, a non entity. Yet not. Rupert can make his body obey him, stop himself becoming flaky but he’s never wanted someone to come in his mouth so badly.
Only a few more thrusts, and Elias is coming. Not in Rupert’s mouth though, the last sharp shove grinding hard and deep, lodging him far down Rupert’s throat. The man whistles out a frantic note through his nose. Rupert doesn’t bite down, though, holding it together enough to take what he’s forced to swallow.
After the first two spurts, Elias pulls back, jerking off over Rupert’s face. It’s one of the hardest climaxes he’s had in ages, face flushed and barely able to suck in desperately needed air for the spasms wracking through him.
Rupert is shaking. He had no idea he could take so much, he had no idea he could go down so far and now the splat of come on his face is like balm to his terror, to his shock and will remind him later of just how good this has been. He looks up at Elias, desperate now to taste the come that is slowly sliding off his face. But he won’t, not until his Sir is ready because Rupert knows the man has been taken by surprise by the force of his orgasm. I did that to you. Me. I made you look like that
Elias is trembling. Reaches for Rupert’s shoulder, head down, eyes closed and desperately needing to hold on. Feels like he’s going to fly apart or melt, but the contact saves him. Finally, he’s able to get in a decent breath. “Fuck.”
Rupert glances at Elias in the mirror, just checking he is ok. The force of that orgasm has obviously shaken him. As soon as he speaks though, Rupert knows it's all going to be all right.
That was fucking....”Incredible.” Elias looks down at Rupert, gaze hooded, still functioning at half speed.
Rupert looks at him. He frowns slightly. "Are you alright Sir?" He asks, a little worried.
Another slow breath. The world steadies and comes back into sharp focus. Elias ruffles Rupert’s hair fondly. “I’m fine.” Taking a step back, he strips completely. “But we need a shower.”
It occurs to Rupert, once again, that a sub really doesn't get to see a sir naked enough, that when he does, he is usually in too much of a state to really enjoy it. He registers Elias' words. "Please sir? May I clean my teeth too?"
Elias tugs his shirt over his head. “Mmmhmmm.” Clean teeth whatever. He wants to touch. Bare skin under his hands. It’s headspace and he recognizes it as such, this need to center. But it’s not a bad thing, especially not when he knows that Rupert needs that too. Padding into the bathroom, he asks, “How hot do you like your water?”
“Not too hot, it’s very bad for the skin.” Rupert realises he sounds a bit prissy but his image is an important part of his work and at his age, he is fighting for every role he gets. He almost stands up, then thinks better of it and crawls after Elias.
Rupert misses the arched brow and grin Elias sends his direction as he turns on the water. Definitely better that way though, the boy would probably get his panties in a twist thinking Elias was laughing at him. Not the way Elias wants things to go at this point, not when Rupert is being so obedient and there’s the promise of a nice shower. A shower, yes, and then a nap draped around his boy after.
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Rupert is looking at his phone. His phone is looking back at him. He is pondering; should he call Elias? Should he wait for Elias to call him? Does he want to see Elias again? Yes, he does. He wants to give up control, find his submissive and get a good fucking, a good beating and a good fucking.
He doesn’t want to ask but he’s going to.
He picks up the phone, finds Elias’ number, connects.
It goes straight to answer machine.
“Hi … it’s me … Rupert … Um … I was wondering … I would really like … “ A pause. “I’d like to see you, if you’re free? Are you free?” Clumsy or what. “If you are, call me? Please?” Then in a low tone. “Sir.”
He disconnects and looks at his reflection.
I can’t believe I just did that.
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Elias is waiting in the room when Rupert arrives, a reversal from their first scene here. He’s already brought out the folded bedding, laying it on the floor next to his bag, all within easy reach. He looks up from his book as Rupert keys the locked door, pulling off his glasses with a smile and rising to greet the other man.
“It’s good to see you.” Elias means it wholeheartedly. Certainly Rupert had contacted him first, but the man’s nervousness had been pretty obvious to Elias, even over the phone. It wouldn't have surprised him if Rupert had called tonight and backed out. Elias is very glad he hadn’t.
"Good to see you too." Rupert smiles, a genuine smile. He is nervous, not having any idea what's going to happen and also because this is the first time he has ever asked so openly for this.
Crossing the room, Elias hesitates only slightly before pulling the other man into a hug. Clapping him lightly on the back and giving his shoulder a squeeze, Elias admits, “I was worried you’d stand me up.”
"Not a chance," Rupert lies. "Well only a little chance." He grins. "This is a first for me." he returns the hug with interest. Elias feels good, solid. Strong.
“Mmmhmm,” Elias lets go after a long moment. Steps back to give Rupert a knowing look. “You normally wait until it’s driving you nuts to go after what you want, right?” Not that Rupert has said so much that plainly, but he had told Elias enough during the course of their last scene and more recently, over the phone, that it’s easy enough to put two and two together. “Bit different coming here carrying the full weight of the choice, I’m sure.”
"That’s very true," Rupert is already reddening. He looks down. "I wondered if I would do better not waiting until I'm desperate." It feels like Elias can see right into the core of him.
“Unless maybe desperation is a kink?” Elias lifts a brow.
"Well it's not. It's fucking inconvenient, and waiting for it ..." Rupert shrugs.
Elias waits until Rupert lifts his head and meets his gaze. Gives him a half grin. “It is a kink for me. Desperation looks good on you. But there are far more enjoyable ways to get you there than making you wait until you can’t stand yourself, right.” He leaves the opening hanging there. Go on Rupert. Take it. You know you want to.
"How do you plan on getting me into that state?" God Rupert wants it. He wants to give it up to Elias, he wants to feel that burning desire to obey. He wants to be the focus of Elias' attention.
“How do you feel...” Elias circles around behind Rupert. Sidles in close. Fuck but the man is big. Nuzzles into his back, hands on his hips. “...about letting me...” Teeth nip at him through the shirt. “...tease you?”
"You know I want it." Rupert whispers. He shuts his eyes. "I want to stop thinking." When he thinks, he gets distracted, begins to doubt himself.
Elias nips again, harder. “Then don’t think. Just feel.” His hand slips around, unfastens a button and sneaks in the opening to pet over hot skin. “Just feel and trust me. You can do that, right? Trust me to make you feel?” The words are soft spoken against Rupert’s back. Interspersed with more teasing bites, Elias’ hand moving in slow circles over Rupert’s chest. “Trust yourself to let go for me?”
"Yes sir." Rupert is still whispering. "Trust you, yes." He wants to be a boy for just as long or short as Elias wants him for. His hands are sweating slightly, it's like being young and green again. Elias' touch is as good as he remembers.
“Good boy.” Elias purrs, nuzzling the nape of Rupert’s neck, fingers plucking at a nipple.
Rupert shivers. He can't, he won't, start begging already. It's far too soon.
It’s okay. They have time. Time for begging. And time for this.
Elias pinches again. Harder. “I want you to tell me two kinks. Two kinks that aren’t pain.” Rupert’s not far down yet. Not far enough to do and go and answer without question. Elias knows this, and is playing off trust instead. Rupert’s trust that Elias will use against him whatever information he gives, and trust that Elias will make certain it’s good for them both.
Hating to be put on the spot, not having prepared the answer, Rupert has to stop and think. Apart from pain? Damn.
“Humiliation.” His eyes flutter shut. He loves to feel squirmy with embarrassment. Loves it until It makes his cock ache.
The second one makes him even more uncomfortable. He doesn’t want to admit it because it’s not something he has done very often.
“Piss play.” He whispers, the words barely spoken.
No fucking shit... well then. How lucky are they that Elias took things that route last time? Elias’ touch almost stutters over Rupert’s chest. Almost but he wills his hand steady. “Guess it’s a good thing we’re here with a wood floor again, huh?”
"Yes sir."
Elias pops another button open. “Letting me piss on you is more than a little degrading....” And another button. “Nasty too. Are you nasty, Rupert? A nasty boy who craves being degraded.” The last buttons slip free easily and Elias pulls the shirt open to expose Rupert’s chest.
Rupert Everett, not only are you a nasty little boy, you are a nasty little boy who will come to a bad end. "Sir, I am a nasty boy." And yes, he does crave degradation. He wants it badly, which is why he made the call to Elias. He shivers as he feels the cool air of the room on his heated skin.
“Dirty boy,” Elias hisses, the words exaggerated by the buzz as he works Rupert’s zip down. A quick grope pulls Rupert’s length through his fly. “Lookie here. Hard for it, too. Such a nasty slut.” Elias strokes him, one rough twist of his hand root to tip before he releases, leaving Rupert’s cock bobbing lewdly from his open fly.
The words spark the flame inside Rupert, lighting the fire that has him whining under Elias' hand. "Please sir, please." The words come easily, his cock only confirming how easy it is to flip him.
“Strip. I want you naked and on your knees. Now.”
Rupert strips quickly and drops down with a thud that makes Elias’ heart skip over in his chest. Fucking beautiful. Of course, the pleasure doesn’t show on Elias’ face. He’s better than that, schooling his features into something more severe as he circles around the boy once, twice, finally stopping in front of him.
Nudging Rupert’s prick with the toe of his shoe, Elias clucks his tongue. “You are such a whore.”
Looking down, Rupert nods, he isn’t down far enough not to realise that there is no right answer to the remark. “Yes sir,” he agrees. There’s no point in denying it, not when he’s here, on his knees, on the floor, craving everything he knows Elias can offer.
Rupert is looking at the floor and completely misses the smile that lights Elias’ eyes. “Yes. Yes you are.” Padding lightly across the room, away from the door and toward the mirror, Elias calls him to follow. “Crawl for me, Whore.”
And crawl Rupert does, he’s not the most graceful of men, being so big, it impedes him but he crawls, his cock stiffening because feeling like this, doing this, it’s the best feeling in the world right now. He glances up and sees the mirror. Oh please god, not the fucking mirror. He hates it.
If Elias had been after grace he’d have picked a smaller play partner. Rupert’s not graceful so much; hell, he’s almost awkward crawling across the wood floor for Elias. For Elias. That’s the rush. This big guy is on his knees for Elias, and hard from it too.
The glance at the mirror isn’t missed. The smile this time isn’t so pretty. It’s too sharp to be anything short of predatory. “Mmmhmm. You know where I want you. Face the mirror, kneel up and look at yourself bitch.”
Rupert hesitates. He hesitates far too long. Why do they have to do the mirror? He doesn’t want to watch himself, he hates seeing that needy look in his eye, the one he is used to seeing in the boys he plays with. He knows he has to do this, kneel up for Elias. For Sir.
Elias, when the situation requires, can move with surprising grace and speed. On his knees at the bigger man’s side, he snags a handful of hair. A twist and a yank, Elias’ elbow along his back the fulcrum, has Rupert stretching up awkwardly and basically forced into the position Elias had ordered. “I said,” Elias spits, “look at yourself bitch. What part of that did you not get?”
“S-s-sorry...” Christ that hurts. “Sorry, sir.” Rupert looks at himself, sees a big man being gripped by great big fucking force of nature. He sees what he hates to see, a man who cannot go on without this.
“No,” Elias growls, “you’re not. Not yet.” He bites down on Rupert’s shoulder, hard, harder, teeth grinding against muscle..
Despite himself, Rupert can’t help crying out, squirming a bit. “Oh fuck … please...” he whimpers. “I am sorry, Sir, I am, please sir, I will be a good boy.” He can hear the the tone in his voice, entreating, begging.
Elias doesn’t let up. Rupert will sport the bruise for days, a reminder that Elias is happy to leave him with. Finally, Elias pulls back, letting Rupert’s skin slide free from his teeth only to pull his hair, turning him into a fierce kiss.
Another whimper follows. Rupert loves that Elias will kiss him. Does kiss him, even in the midst of something far darker. It’s like being claimed, it feels dangerously good. He follows in Elias’ wake, being guided, controlled, the throb from that bite making his cock pulse.
If Elias’ intent was to make Rupert sorry he’s most certainly failed. He’s aware of this. Truth be told, if he’d really wanted Rupert sorry, he’d have packed his shit and left. Of course, they’d have both been unhappy with that result.
Biting at Rupert’s bottom lip gets a wince and Elias growls, hand in the boy’s hair holding him in place as he bites again. Not hard enough to do damage, but hard enough to hurt and make the point. Do as you’re told and don’t fuck with me.
The point has been made. Rupert flushes. He fucked up and now he has to make up for it. If Elias, if Sir want him to look in the mirror, he will. Anything Elias wants, he must give, that’s what they’re here for. It’s not about you, dumb fuck.
Elias breaks the kiss, watching Rupert with lust darkened eyes as he turns him back to the mirror. “Look.”
This time Rupert does as he’s told. He still cringes inside but he looks, hopefully, fearlessly into the mirror. There a boy is kneeling for his Sir, a boy who looks back at him out of serious, dark eyes.
Better. Not excellent. Elias doesn’t like the flinch but it’s obedience sure enough. “Good.” Bracing on Rupert’s shoulder, he rises to his feet.
What next? Rupert wonders. He stays perfectly still, waiting. He is strong enough to take Elias’ weight, watching himself watching Elias.
“Not at me,” Elias corrects the stray of Rupert’s eyes.
Swallowing, Rupert looks into his own eyes. He hates that look on his face but Elias' will is stronger than his own.
That’s it. Rupert’s shoulder gets a squeeze, right over the bite mark before Elias begins to circle him, peeling off his shirt as he walks.
That mark is going to last a while. It hurts a lot. Rupert would like to look at it, can't. He has to behave now. He has to be a good boy. Men like Elias can have lots of boys; it behoves him to be better than them. God he wants to look at Elias naked. He wants to see him, very much.
Rupert may be looking at himself in the mirror, obedient and following the order Elias had given; but his mind is obviously ticking away at something else. That simply won’t do. Elias is to his right side, one step from being in front of him when he spins, slapping Rupert in the chest. The blow is hard, open palmed and immediately the mark blossoms over Rupert’s pectoral, a bright and angry red handprint.
Caught off guard, Rupert gasps. It is the way Elias dominates that catapults him down. He bites his lip, that hurt, not just the slap though, he’s been caught out, somehow Elias knows when he’s obeying by rote. That isn’t what he’s here for, he came to Elias for something; it’s a two way deal though and that means he has to give Elias everything. Now is the time to stop fighting, its not like he doesn’t want it anyway.
He kneels up straighter, catches his own eye in the mirror and holds it. He’s nearly there, nearly in the right headspace. Now he needs to stop fighting himself.
Elias watches as Rupert puts some effort into it. That’s more like it ; though Elias doesn’t offer praise. “Hands behind your head.”
There is no lagging now, no hesitation. Instead Rupert obeys immediately. He is sinking now, letting himself concentrate on Elias and what Elias wants.
Perfect. Rupert is really very beautiful. Broad shoulders. Elias trails his fingers over the lines of muscle and sinew. Slaps lightly. “Stay.” A simple one word command you’d give to a dog. Or an obedient boy.
Padding across the wood floor to his bag, Elias retrieves the smaller of the two chain floggers from the cold pack. Rupert hadn’t expressed any complaints or made any requests for something different.
That sound is familiar. Rupert almost smiles, remembering how good that metal feels when it lands on his skin. He wants the pain, no doubt about it, but he craves the whole package more and that is going to take away his costly fix, render it useless. The thought would terrify him were he not naked and kneeling, awaiting Sir's strong arm.
Rupert is kneeling perfectly when Elias returns, eyes gleaming with anticipation, the fine lines around his eyes crinkled with the hint of a smile. Elias watches the reflection in the mirror as he drapes the icy chains over Rupert’s shoulders, dragging them in a caress around the back of his neck. “Can you hold that position or do you want to brace against the wall?”
"Please sir, may I try and keep this position?" Rupert asks. Humbly, not a hint of languor nor mockery in his tone. The coolness on his skin making him all the more needy. Now he's no longer fighting it, the urge to please is so strong, it takes him over.
“You may,” Elias nods, trailing the flogger down the boy’s spine. Rupert is posed perfectly, broad shoulders just waiting to be adorned with Elias’ marks. A flick of Elias’ his wrist swings the tips of the falls in an arc to brush a kiss over muscled flesh. “Call yellow if you need to adjust.”
"Sir, thank you sir." Rupert shivers, relaxes as much as it's possible to relax and keeps his eyes trained on his own reflection. It's killing him not being able to watch Elias.
Elias doesn’t answer as he lets topspace take over. He toys with the flogger for a little longer, waking Rupert’s skin up, as it were. It’s a tease and he knows it, enjoys drawing it out.
Rupert whines, quietly, under his breath. Trying to stay still. He understands the tease but he is on edge. Just where he is supposed to be.
The murmur of the chains increases as Elias draws them back and delivers the first blow, stainless steel falls connecting finally with enough force to sting. They ricochet on impact with a noisy spatter, rattling as Elias untangles them with shake of his wrist and hits Rupert’s shoulders again.
Swaying slightly, Rupert groans. Oh yes, like that, just like that. Only more please, more and harder. It’s not as easy to keep his balance, he won’t be able to lose himself completely but Rupert wants, no he craves desperately, to hear Elias praise him.
Elias doesn’t tend toward talkative during scenes. Of course, he will talk, and talk at length if the scene calls for it, but most often when he speaks the words are chosen carefully and delivered as another means of driving his partner down. Otherwise there’s long spans where he’s quiet, listening. Listening to the satisfying smack as skin gives and flexes under impact, to the sound of lungs and nose and mouth working to move air, air that vibrates into the thrum of vocal chords.
Rupert sounds just as gorgeous as he looks, soft shivery inhales between strikes that break over into grunts and moans. It’s need and appreciation, honest noises that Elias loves driving out of him. “That’s right,” Elias murmurs after a while, when the timing is right and he’s about ready to move forward from the warm up into something rougher. And there’s the praise Rupert has been seeking, “Good boy.”
Immediately Rupert responds to it, like a daisy opening up in the sunshine. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t smile, but his posture improves and inside he most certainly is reacting. A wave of that near contentment washing over him, like this is where he should be, this is how it ought to be.
Elias beats him hard then, blow after blow raining down until the skin of the boy’s shoulders is glowing and hot. Harder still, the force behind the throws enough to make Elias’ arm ache. And then slow again, the beating tempered to draw this out even longer. It’s a tease; a tease for them both to keep Rupert on edge, flying along. The falls kiss Rupert’s skin in almost gentle swipes, dragging down over darkening bruises as Elias carries the swings through.
At this point Rupert is flying. His mind is filled with all the different colours of the pain, of each lash that caresses his skin, barely registering the ache in his arms and shoulders. Elias could do anything he wanted to and with Rupert and Rupert would go along with it. He is nothing but Elias’ and his thoughts float as free as the motes of dust that dance on the air.
Slowly, Elias walks around Rupert, still flicking the tails of the chain falls over him. Arms, biceps, the tender peaks of his nipples, soft of his belly. It’s nothing more than sensation at this stage of the scene, nothing hard. Rupert’s nerves are lit up already and nothing more is necessary.
Barely aware of Elias, it is only the tiny waves of pain that connect Rupert to the world. Hitherto, he has been frightened of going so deep, aware that he hasn’t the facility to safeword if he needs to, here he can only soak up everything Sir wants to give him, soak it up and beg for more if he needs to. The pain ceases to hurt, it’s a warm glow that bathes his skin in a warm glow.
He’s still watching the mirror, dark eyes fixed forward obediently, the gaze only broken by the drowsy blink of subspace. Elias catches him under the chin with the hilt of the flogger. “Look at me boy.” He wants Rupert to watch this. To see it coming and anticipate.
Almost before the words are out, Rupert’s eyes are glued on Elias, awaiting further orders.
There’s no table, nothing conveniently located for Elias to set the flogger on. “Hmm.” His mouth twitches. “Open,” he hisses, pressing the butt of the hilt to Rupert’s lips.
Faltering slightly, Sir’s tone sounds like he’s displeased, Rupert opens his mouth, takes in the flogger, the handle of the flogger between his lips, holds on, gripping like grim death.
A ruffle to the boy’s hair in the way of praise and Elias unzips his fly, pulling out his half hard prick. And thinks of the most unerotic thing he can imagine...
Maybe Sir isn't displeased. Rupert keeps watching, hardly daring to watch sir's cock, wanting to.
The image of Glenn Beck fixed firmly in his mind, Elias exhales. Relaxes enough to do the job and aims. The stream is weak at first but builds strength slightly, enough to arc and splash over Rupert’s chest.
Thud.
The flogger hits the floor. Rupert moves his head, exposing his neck, he wants it on his face, in his mouth, he would bathe in it if he could.
Elias gives him all he has. Not so much as all that; he’d not been prepared for the scene to go this direction and drunk enough prior. It’s enough to leave Rupert dripping though, marked in a very visceral way. It makes Elias shiver.
“Fuck,” Elias exhales, giving himself a shake to clear the last few drops.
Shutting his eyes, Rupert shivers, wishing he could taste it. He wishes there’d been more but that’s just plain greedy especially as he can feel the liquid running over his skin and down to his groin. His cock aches with it.
Rupert is still holding position, fingers interlaced behind his head, posture near perfect. Beautiful and so damned obedient. “You may touch yourself,” Elias says softly, his own hand closing around his shaft to stroke lightly.
“Thank you Sir...” Rupert’s hand moves down his body, fingers pausing to gather any piss, damping his hand before he curls his long fingers around his cock, his movements mirroring Elias’.
“Good boy,” Elias murmurs, throat gone tight. “Dirty for me.” So fucking dirty, and hot as sin. His prick fills to pulse against his palm.
Rupert is bathed in the glow of being a good boy for his sir. “Thank you Sir.”
For a few strokes, Elias is content to watch. Jacking off, standing over Rupert while Rupert pleasures himself how he chooses. Long fingers wrapped around his prick, strokes that match the movement of Elias’ hand on his own cock. It’s a definite turn on. But Elias is greedy, as always.
“Reach around and finger your ass,” Elias orders.
No hesitation at first. Rupert’s doubt only kicks in when he actually touches his hole. He can see it written on his face and strives to overcome it. This is what he came here for. It’s too late to demur. Mentally he grits his teeth and begins to finger his ass hole.
“Shhh,” Elias does not like the expression in Rupert’s eyes. Not at all. “Just want you to make yourself feel good. All those nerve endings back there. They feel good, huh?”
“Thank you sir.” That helps, he must have earned it therefore Rupert is able to get into the swing of it, pushing his finger tip inside his body, moving it in and out, brushing over his hole, his cock jerking each time he touches a very sensitive place.
Ahh. Now that’s better. “Fuck yeah, that’s hot. Want some lube or do you like it dry?”
The question throws Rupert. “Um...” He wants to please Elias more than he cares if it hurts or not. “Dry, sir.” He decides if he were watching he would want it to hurt.
Elias cocks his head. “Truth? Or what you think I want to hear?” He’s already going for the lube. “I want more than capitulation here, you understand?”
“Latter,” Rupert’s eyes drop for a moment. That is not always the way to do it, he knows that’s why he was given a choice, and now he’s failed it. “Sorry.” He adds, feeling like a sixth former who’s been caught out when bunking off school.
Returning with lube, Elias holds it out, runs his hand over Rupert’s throat and collarbone. “Apology accepted.” His smile is gentle, fingers possessive as they explore the ridges of Rupert’s esophagus under soft skin. “We’re still learning each other.”
Again that feeling of pleasure that he hasn’t fucked up that somehow Elias understands him. He shivers a little under the touch, a shiver of enjoyment, basking in having all of Elias’ attention on him. Wanting, needing to keep getting it right. Taking the lube he returns the smile, a smile that some of his friends might think has been a long time hidden away, a sweet smile in which, if one knew Rupert well, one might see the young, eager boy he once was.
There’s a connection here, something more than the power exchange. Elias has a suspicion that he’s getting something from Rupert that is rarely given. It makes his gut clench.
“Go on now,” Elias gives his shoulder a pat and takes a step away. “Give me a show, eh?”
Quickly Rupert smears a good amount of lube onto his fingers. He spreads his legs as wide as he can, drops down so he can lean on an elbow, leaving his arse high in the air, then he slides his fingers into his body. He gasps, Christ it’s hot. He is hot. His eyes roll and he fucks himself, moaning because although the act might not turn him on so much, the fact that he is doing it for someone. For Elias Well, that makes it hotter.
It’s far more show than Elias had expected. His prick gives an enthusiastic bob. Oh yes. That’s nice, thank you. “Good boy.” And if Elias sounds a bit quenched there, he has good reason. Rupert finger fucking himself, damp with sweat and Elias’ piss, gasping as he drills his fingers into his ass.... Holy hell. Elias’ cock drools at the sight.
There is no doubt Rupert is doing it right and that makes it easier for him to crook his fingers, find that spot and rub over it. His eyes flutter shut and he moans, he isn’t going to come, not like this but it still feels fucking good.
“Slut,” Elias hisses. It’s about all he’s capable of. “Fingers up your hole. Look at yourself.”
“Yes sir,” Rupert agrees. “Slut.” Your slut. And when Elias says it, it sounds so much better than when Olivier spits obscenities at him. This feels like he’s giving something as well as receiving it and he groans because, really, it feels so good.
“Hang on. Don’t... don’t go anywhere,” Elias says cheerfully, as if Rupert is planning on leaving. Ha. Scooping up his flogger he tosses it back on his bag and pads back to the toy cabinet. Elias hums to himself and plots as he goes. He’s pretty sure he saw... he did. Perfect.
Rupert stays put, well obviously he does. He doesn’t know whether to remove his fingers, he does anyway, he feels a bit daft with them stuck up his ass.
“Oh don’t stop,” Elias prompts as he returns, grinning at the lewd squish as Rupert moves his fingers again. “Here we are,” and with that he delivers a sound tap against Rupert’s ass with the tongue of the crop.
Mouth opening and closing, Rupert blushes, he heard the squelch too and he can’t help being embarrassed by it. He slides his fingers back into his hole, trying not to jump as the crop hits his ass.
“Pain isn’t a punishment from me,” Elias reminds him. “You like it and I like giving it. You’re being so good for me.” And with that, he rewards Rupert with another strike against the curve of his backside.
The reminder is timely and that means he can enjoy this. He wants to know though. “Please sir...” he gasps. “What would be a punishment?” He can’t help asking. Now he’s curious. That feels really good. It hurts but not so much it detracts from the whole experience of finger fucking himself for Elias’ pleasure.
“I’d probably stand you in the corner,” Elias answers, “but let’s not test that, huh? “ He pops Rupert again.
“Don’t want to stand in the corner.” Rupert speaks more to himself and then wriggles just a little because, that is good.
Elias waits for the squirming to stop and hits him again. “And I don’t want to stand you in the corner. I want to beat you while you finger fuck yourself for me. And after you’ve come and made a mess of the floor, I’m going to make you lick it clean of all the come and piss... look at you dribbling already.”
And Rupert is, cock leaking a sticky steam onto the wood floor. Elias, pleased, smacks his ass again and again with the crop, leaving little red blotches over the pale skin.
The words make Rupert whimper. Even though it’s disgusting, he will do it and he will enjoy it. He knows that, Elias knows that. His fingers are over that place again, over and over, while his ass enjoys each and every slap that lands upon it.
Delivering a very light tap to the back of Rupert’s hand, Elias growls, “Come on. Fuck yourself like you mean it, boy. Get those fingers in there.”
Another jolt as Rupert realises how far he will go for Elias. For a split second he wonders if he should stop this, now. Before he gets too involved and it all ends in tears. His tears. But the growl, the reminding tap and he frenziedly fucks himself, fingers squelching as they go in and out of his body.
“That’s it whore, do yourself...” Elias has to pause with the crop to stroke himself, his own prick leaking, wetting the open fly of his jeans.
Rupert is going to come. He knows he has made Elias hard and it’s all too much, his skin is so tight, he needs to come.
“Sir …” He says frantically. “Please sir, may I?”
The boy is trembling with need. Elias brings the crop down at the top of his crease. “Do it.”
Splat; Rupert’s come spurts out, landing on the floor, in his mind’s eye Rupert can see it mixing with Elias’ piss and the idea of eating it, cleaning it all up just makes him come harder, groaning with shame at what is going on in his fucked up head.
“Good,” Elias delivers the next swat at the tender skin where ass meets thigh. Just hard enough that the sting will punctuate the orgasm.
Rupert moans, the pain, a searing stinging pain interrupts his orgasmic state, intensifies it, makes it even better as he crests the wave and begins to descend, aftershocks making his body shudder.
Tap tap tap. The tip of the crop barely makes contact, over Rupert’s ass and then dragging, petting strokes over his spine and up to his shoulders. It comes to a stop at the nape of his neck and holds, light pressure as he gasps for breath.
There are so many sensations, Rupert feels overwhelmed by them. He is panting now, the effects of the huge orgasm beginning to die away. He notices a bead of sweat drip from the end of his nose, landing on a puddle of come. He realises he will be licking that up too. He shivers.
Elias gives Rupert just a moment to collect himself. A few breaths and a shiver and then Elias puts his bare foot on Rupert’s shoulder and bears down. “Clean up your mess, boy.”
Is Rupert really going to do this? Lick up the cold piss, the sweat that’s dripped off his body and his own come? It’s foul, degrading, disgusting, it would make most normal people retch. Hell yes, of course he is. He cleans up his own mess, his mind closing against the disgust that lurks there. He cleans up and yeah, truth be told? He gets off on being the most disgusting slut, he gets off on being dirty and slutty and beyond whoreish.
A thrill chases around Elias’ gut as he watches, a shiver dancing right through his center. He strokes himself, standing there over Rupert, watching that pink tongue rasp over the wood floor, lapping up the slick fluids. After the boy has attacked the most of it, he reaches down, tangles his left hand in his hair and tugs, “Come here,” pulling to get him upright, to where he can rub his prick over Rupert’s face.
Rupert’s lips part and Elias jerks off over the swell of his bottom lip, groaning deep in his throat. “Ahhh... dirty whore. You want that, eh? Want me to use your mouth, bitch?”
“Yes please sir, please.” Rupert looks up pleadingly.
It’s so easy to hold Rupert right there. Elias slaps his cock over Rupert’s cheeks, against his chin. “Slut.”
“Yes sir.” Rupert doesn’t know what else he can do. Has he earned it or not? “Please sir.”
Begging, obedient and waiting... simply gorgeous. Elias finds it hard to breathe. Shoving past Rupert’s lips, he pulls Rupert forward, fucking that sweet mouth over his prick. “Shit... yessss,” the hiss turns into a growl of pleasure as Rupert gags.
Of course Rupert gags, he’s got a very thick cock down his throat, cutting off his air supply and hitting his gag reflex. Tears begin to stream down his face, he doesn’t care, oh no, he wants to show Elias what a good boy he is and how he will take anything, anything. And if there is a part of him going to baulk, he can keep it under control. For now.
Elias fucks Rupert’s mouth steadily, rough thrusts that steal Rupert’s ability to breathe now, and will steal his voice later. It’s so good, the instinctive fight that Rupert can’t quite control, his throat closing and the every so slight flinch. Elias knows he’s hurting him. It makes it that much hotter.
Probably Elias doesn’t know how close Rupert is to panicking. He knows Elias won’t hurt him beyond what he can take but there is something so … so humiliating in being used like this. Not even like a whore but more like an object, a slave, a non entity. Yet not. Rupert can make his body obey him, stop himself becoming flaky but he’s never wanted someone to come in his mouth so badly.
Only a few more thrusts, and Elias is coming. Not in Rupert’s mouth though, the last sharp shove grinding hard and deep, lodging him far down Rupert’s throat. The man whistles out a frantic note through his nose. Rupert doesn’t bite down, though, holding it together enough to take what he’s forced to swallow.
After the first two spurts, Elias pulls back, jerking off over Rupert’s face. It’s one of the hardest climaxes he’s had in ages, face flushed and barely able to suck in desperately needed air for the spasms wracking through him.
Rupert is shaking. He had no idea he could take so much, he had no idea he could go down so far and now the splat of come on his face is like balm to his terror, to his shock and will remind him later of just how good this has been. He looks up at Elias, desperate now to taste the come that is slowly sliding off his face. But he won’t, not until his Sir is ready because Rupert knows the man has been taken by surprise by the force of his orgasm. I did that to you. Me. I made you look like that
Elias is trembling. Reaches for Rupert’s shoulder, head down, eyes closed and desperately needing to hold on. Feels like he’s going to fly apart or melt, but the contact saves him. Finally, he’s able to get in a decent breath. “Fuck.”
Rupert glances at Elias in the mirror, just checking he is ok. The force of that orgasm has obviously shaken him. As soon as he speaks though, Rupert knows it's all going to be all right.
That was fucking....”Incredible.” Elias looks down at Rupert, gaze hooded, still functioning at half speed.
Rupert looks at him. He frowns slightly. "Are you alright Sir?" He asks, a little worried.
Another slow breath. The world steadies and comes back into sharp focus. Elias ruffles Rupert’s hair fondly. “I’m fine.” Taking a step back, he strips completely. “But we need a shower.”
It occurs to Rupert, once again, that a sub really doesn't get to see a sir naked enough, that when he does, he is usually in too much of a state to really enjoy it. He registers Elias' words. "Please sir? May I clean my teeth too?"
Elias tugs his shirt over his head. “Mmmhmmm.” Clean teeth whatever. He wants to touch. Bare skin under his hands. It’s headspace and he recognizes it as such, this need to center. But it’s not a bad thing, especially not when he knows that Rupert needs that too. Padding into the bathroom, he asks, “How hot do you like your water?”
“Not too hot, it’s very bad for the skin.” Rupert realises he sounds a bit prissy but his image is an important part of his work and at his age, he is fighting for every role he gets. He almost stands up, then thinks better of it and crawls after Elias.
Rupert misses the arched brow and grin Elias sends his direction as he turns on the water. Definitely better that way though, the boy would probably get his panties in a twist thinking Elias was laughing at him. Not the way Elias wants things to go at this point, not when Rupert is being so obedient and there’s the promise of a nice shower. A shower, yes, and then a nap draped around his boy after.
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