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Pushing the Limits and Finding No Give	By : Siberian Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 5521 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pushing the Limits and Finding No Give
By: Siberian
Status: 1/2
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Hotchner/Reid
Prompt: Watching porn together and deciding to try something new- Written for Rounds of Kink
Rating: Mature
Summary: He never could have imagined that one innocent joke would open a gateway into undiscovered ecstasy.
Disclaimer: I wrote this story solely for entertainment. No profit is being made and all rights belong to Jeff Davis and his affiliates. As well as anyone involved in the making of the series.
Notes: This is a smutty PWP. The prompt on Rounds of Kink also came with a list of requested kinks. They were as follows; bondage, spanking, orgasm denial. I took things a little further with some dirty talk and what I guess would fall in line with come play. Surprisingly, I couldn't find a clear definition on that. The come play is relatively mild in case anyone is worried. There are no spoilers for the show except mention of one character. So, if you know who Rossi is then you're all set.
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He still wasn’t sure how they had gotten here. It had all started out innocently enough. As more of a joke then anything, he’d bought a pornographic film at the local adult store. The only reason he’d even been in Guilty Pleasures was because of Dave. An old colleague of his teammates was having a bachelor party. They were on their way to dinner when Dave had remembered he needed a gift. After clearing the brief detour with him, they’d stopped at the store for a gag gift. It was as his friend was milling around that he’d started to flip through the videos.
Most of the covers made him chuckle with amusement but he knew Spencer would be beat red if he was with them. The image of his lover flustered was what prompted him to actually make a purchase. When he’d bought the selected video, he’d earned an eyebrow raise from Dave. He’d chuckled again, revealing his motivations. The explanation had earned him a shake of the head and a teasing smile no doubt born of the trouble he was going to cause. They had left the shop, shared a companionable dinner and he’d gone home with his new purchase in tow.
His lover hadn’t suspected a thing. Not even when he saw the plain black bag that contained his surprise. When everything was set up, they’d settled down together on the couch comfortably close. Although his arm was draped along the back of the couch casually, his gaze kept flicking lightly to Spencer’s face. He had wanted to see the exact second that realization settled in. The films menu aided the delay, the backdrop a plain blue and the title inconspicuous enough. It didn’t take long though after the movie started for him to get the reaction he’d anticipated.
They were only about five minutes into the film when his lover turned bright red. He’d let him squirm for a few seconds, the wide smile barely contained on his face. It was the slight jump at a man starting to be whipped that made him lean closer to a red tipped ear. With a laugh in his voice, he’d revealed his devious plan. There were a few things he had expected to happen. What he hadn’t anticipated though was Spencer not only wanting to finish the movie but the tentative question of whether he wanted to try out some of what they were seeing.
The thought had been highly arousing. Even if it hadn’t, he already knew he would have said yes. There would have been no way to deny his red-faced innocent lover, asking in a whisper for something so inherently kinky. Since both of them were new at all of this, they’d started out slowly by lightly tying Spencer’s wrists to the headboard. From there they’d seemed to slip into a downward spiral of sexual depravity. They had established a safe-word the very first night but no matter how far he pushed, all his lover did was cry out for more.
He’d started to do research in his off time, scouring websites for ways to torment the other man further. With a steno pad always at the ready, he’d taken notes on everything from toys to different types of bondage. Just looking at the websites got him so keyed up sometimes that he’d be forced to take a break to relieve the pressure in his groin. From trying new things they’d progressed to trying multiple things at once. That was the stage they found themselves at now. He knew the succession of events up until this point but he still didn’t understand how they had gotten so far.
It seemed unreal, as if they were in a mutual dream. A low needy moan brought his attention to his lover’s sweaty flushed face. There was desperation in the slight pinch to his features. It made him smile automatically in satisfaction. Moving his eyes further downward, he took in the length of Spencer’s form. Currently his lover was in the middle of the bed facing the headboard. Underneath the flat stomach rested a tiny bench. It had been modified just slightly by his own hands, so that an angled cushion allowed Spencer to lean forward comfortably.
He could have propped the other man up with pillows or used some type of different cushioning. In the end though, he’d gone with the bench because it prevented his lover’s erection from receiving any stimulation. The aroused flesh was forced to hang heavy in the open air, bare inches away from the gratifying friction of the soft sheets. Both of the other man’s arms were pulled behind his back. There was a little bit of give at the elbow, just enough allowable movement to prevent injury but from the forearms down everything was secured tightly with rope down to the fingers.
The thick rope was tied in beautifully intricate knots. He was quite proud of them. It was a skill that had taken a long time to learn. If they weren’t in the profession they were in he’d probably document his work with a few photos. The risk was too great to actually fulfill his desire but despite that he couldn’t deny the temptation was sweet. Further down Spencer’s body the intricate ties made a second appearance. The other man’s knees rested against the sides of the bench’s legs. It was there, just above the kneecaps, that he was tied to the smooth wood.
His eyes lifted away from his lover’s form to settle on the full length mirror at his left. The reflective surface was angled in a way that it caught the reflection of the mirror over the dresser. That particular piece of furniture was sitting directly across from the bed which meant that Spencer had an unrestricted view of his own body. A whimper drew his gaze back downward only for him to catch sight of watery pleading eyes. No words followed mainly because the red ball gag prevented them. He chuckled a little with amusement, leaning down until he was bent in half to lean lightly on the footboard.
“We’ve barely started and you want to come already?” Shifting his handhold just slightly, he was able to subtly flex his muscles. The movement caught his lover’s gaze, the wide eyes flicking away briefly to check out his right bicep. When he’d finished tying Spencer down he’d left the room for awhile. It was during that absence that he’d removed all of his clothing save a pair of jeans. He knew the denim covering was a turn on for his lover. Although he was found desirable in any attire, it was rare that he was dressed so casually. Knowing how it affected the other man, he made sure to switch things up on occasion.
Slowly lifting a hand, he brushed his fingers over a sweat speckled cheek. In a whisper, he offered up words that he knew would comfort. “Let’s get you some relief then.” A low thankful moan was his answer, Spencer’s head turning a little into his fingertips. Leaning back up until he was upright, he calmly moved over to the bedside table. Opening the top drawer with one hand, he dug around a little before finding the three items he needed. Making sure to keep them hidden, he sat down on the bed. He opened the cap on the big bottle of lubricant first and lifted it until he could squeeze a copious amount on the heated skin.
The cold liquid made his lover jerk forward in surprise. Ignoring the reaction, he squeezed out another glob of the clear substance. Pulling the bottle away, he closed the cap blindly with his fingers. All the while he watched the lubricant slide thickly down from the end of the other man’s spine to the dark valley still hidden to his gaze. Once the bottle’s lid was secured, he dropped it to the bed carelessly. Another second later he reached forward to push his fingers into the hidden space. He used his fingertips to spread around the rapidly warming liquid, settling at the tight ring of muscle when everywhere else was sufficiently slick.
The light touches had his lover moaning, had the hips trying to rock backward into his hand. Turning his wrist a little, he started to circle the tight opening. With gentle presses of his fingertips he massaged the area until it was dripping wet. It was only then that he shoved a finger inside. At the start of the pressure increase the channel he was invading tightened. He didn’t let the resistance deter his advance, his finger pushing in steadily until it was fully inside. There was barely a pause before he started to thrust with the digit. It took a few seconds but soon enough the touch was accepted.
Almost the moment that happened, he pushed in a second finger. The resistance was back but he pushed through it. He heard a sob filter through the air and he could see a full body shudder rack the slight frame. Looking up he took in Spencer’s expression. One glance was all it took for him to know that everything was fine. Refocusing on his task, he started to push in forcefully. It made the other man cry out and angle his hips upward. Just when he could tell that Spencer was getting into the rhythm, he completely changed the tempo.
There was another shudder followed closely be a distressed moan. He used the distraction to roughly push in a third finger. The muscles surrounding his fingers tightened abruptly. With an evil grin, he kept the fingers deep and started to spread them outward. Given no other choice in the matter, the muscles slowly loosened around the touch. It was only when he had ample room to move around that he withdrew a little. When he started to push them back in again, he included his pinky finger. The new pressure made the other man jerk forward, made his hips squirm in place.
He took in the pleasing reaction with utter delight, intently watching the clenching guardian muscle trying to expel his fingers. After long seconds he had them buried deep and immediately he started to thrust inside. The tight channel wasn’t ready for more but he made his lover’s body accept the invasion anyway. He kept the same touch steady for long minutes. It wasn’t until the tight muscle easily accepted his fingers, the slight hips were trying to rock backward continuously and he could see saliva streaming down a defined chin that he pulled away.
At the loss a needy moan filled the air. Ignoring the sound, as well as the way Spencer’s body practically begged for his attention, he instead picked up one of the three items he’d brought to the bed. Reopening the bottle of lubricant, he coated the object he was holding in his other hand. When he was sure it was wet enough, he started to press it into the loosened entrance. The smaller end of the item was accepted easily, as well as the next bigger round section. It wasn’t until he got to the third round section that the muscle seemed to tighten in protest.
He kept the same steady pace, not stopping until it was completely buried to the base. Gripping the protruding section of the deep purple toy, he started to slowly rock it against the stretched muscle. The movement had barely begun before Spencer was shaking his head. A desperate sob filled the air a moment later and he laughed loudly in a cruel manner. “What’s wrong? I told you I’d give you some relief.” He paused in speaking only long enough to place a small metallic tray under the engorged erection. “The best way to relieve some of the pressure is a good milking.”
Another shake of the head was his answer which he promptly ignored. Readjusting his hold, he put more pressure against his lover’s prostate. It only took two more solid rubs before he heard a stream of liquid collide with the metal pan. Angling his head a little to the left, he looked down just in time to see the erection lift slightly. Barely a second later, another small slow stream of milky white fluid flowed down into the pan. “There we go. That’s a good boy. It feels great, doesn’t it?” Another low moan sounded in response followed by a shake in the negative.
He chuckled darkly at the answer, pushing the prostate massager in a slow rub over the bump. It made the other man tense for a moment and a stronger stream of fluid escaped into the pan. “Sure it doesn’t. Baby, you know I don’t like it when you lie.” At his words, a distressed whimper sounded. He didn’t say anything else. The statement had been intentionally foreboding and he wanted to prolong the feeling of dread. In accordance with this, he refocused on milking his lover dry. He took his time working the toy back and forth in the stretched channel.
Every few seconds the erection would lift allowing fluid to slowly stream out. Often his eyes dropped down to the pan, his tongue licking his lips in anticipation. When they were finished he’d pour the contents of the pan into a glass. Then he’d take a seat in front of the other man and allow him to watch as he downed the offering. He was looking forward to it even more than he’d thought he would. It had been far too long since they’d done this. Before he was ready for it to be over, the swollen flesh squeezed out its last drop. With a deep sigh of regret, he released the toy leaving it buried deep for the moment.
Lifting both of his hands now that they were unoccupied, he started to run them slowly over the sweating trembling form. He touched everywhere he could reach. Mapping out the side of the rib cage, the secure hands and the slightly meaty hips with gentle stokes. Eventually his hands slid over the surface of the small backside. He tightened his grip a little as he massaged the skin. After two hard rubs, he skimmed over the surface a final time before withdrawing completely. Leaning to his left, he once more opened the top drawer in the nightstand.
Withdrawing what he needed, he turned his attention back to Spencer. Reaching up with one hand he slowly withdrew the prostate massager. It came free with a wet pop, the muscles appearing to be trying to keep it inside. Turning to his right, he searched out the towel he’d placed on the bed earlier with his gaze. Upon finding it, he set the toy down on its fluffy surface. Now that the massager was out of the way, he reopened the lubricant and picked up a long string of beads. Using his fingertips, he coated the increasingly larger pieces of silicone thoroughly.
When he was finished, he pushed the smallest bead past the loosened guardian ring of muscle. A small pleasured moan reached his ears. It sent a spike of arousal up his spine. He loved hearing that sound but kept his face carefully neutral. It was all part of the game. Letting himself think of the pleasures that were to come, he pushed in the next section of the toy. Taking his time he continued to push in the beads until the only thing that remained was the retrieval string anchored by a round white plastic hoop. Gripping the small dark blue box that hung off the string, he used his thumb to turn on the vibration to its lowest setting.
A moan sounded at the new sensation, the sweaty hips lifting upward in a slow cant. Looking away from the tempting sight, he picked up the second item he’d retrieved from the drawer. Picking up the bottle of lubricant, he dribbled a decent amount of the large shiny black toy. After making sure it was slick enough, he started to push it past the loosened muscle. The very tip of it went in easily but it wasn’t long before resistance was felt. It wasn’t surprising. Just below the tip the plug became very wide. A cry of protest filtered through the air and the hips tried to draw away from the pressure.
He followed the retreat without pause, slowly making the muscles stretch for the large girth of the plug. It was about mid-way in, at its widest point, when his lover tried to retreat again. Lifting his right hand he curled his fingers tightly around the sweaty hip. With Spencer now basically immobilized, his muscles were forced to spread open. After the majority of the toy was inside the smaller section toward the base easily slid the rest of the way in. It was almost too easy, the muscles practically sucking it in deep. He could feel his lover trembling and new sweat broke out on the heated skin.
With a smug grin, he stood up from the bed. Leaning down a little, he retrieved the metal pan. Once his hold was secure on the tiny metal dish, he reached down again to increase the beads’ vibration to medium. A long low moan was his reward. The smile on his face widened a fraction, his gaze taking in the round black circle of the plug’s base. He stood stationary for a few seconds just listening to the buzz of the beads. Eventually he moved to the foot of the bed. Turning his back on his lover, he started to pour the fluid from the pan into an empty glass waiting on the dresser.
He could feel the weight of Spencer’s regard and he knew if he looked up their gazes would connect. It was for that very reason that he kept his eyes trained downward. When the pan was emptied, he turned back around and sat down in a chair he’d placed close to the dresser. It had been confiscated earlier from their dining room set. The hard straight back of the maple furniture made it hard to be comfortable but he still pretended to be completely at ease as he leaned backward. Lifting the glass to his lips, he started to slowly drink his lover’s offering.
It was only then that he allowed their gazes to connect. As he drank down the white fluid slowly, he kept his eyes resolutely trained on Spencer’s. If he’d thought he’d seen desperation before, it was nothing compared to what he was seeing now. It made his erection throb under the tight restriction of his jeans. The desire to take his prize now was strong but he held back knowing a greater reward awaited them both if they could be patient. So instead of dwelling on his longing, he moved his focus to the heavily flushed youthful face.
Although he missed his lover’s long hair, he had to admit the unrestricted view was also nice. At least the shorter style was still long enough for him to get a solid handhold. Depending on the mood, he included hair pulling in their play. Finishing off his drink with a final slow lick to his lips, he got up from the chair and placed the glass back on the dresser. Taking one step forward he was close enough to hover over the bound man. Reaching down with his left hand he removed the soaked ball gag. In a wise move, Spencer remained silent, using only an upward glance to ask for instruction.
Feeling beyond pleased, he slid his right hand along his lover’s face in reward. Dropping the ball gag carelessly on the bedding, he withdrew his other hand with a final rub. Turning slightly to his right, he started to make his way toward the head of the bed. When he reached where he needed to be standing, he stopped and turned on his heel. The gaze was still resting on him, reflected in the dresser mirror. He recognized the weight of it despite not actually having a visual confirmation. Instead of giving his lover any direction, he ignored the look altogether.
Taking the remote for the beads into the palm of his hand, he used his thumb to push the setting to high. In the same instant Spencer moaned, he shifted on his feet until his footing was solid. Then in a fast hard motion, he brought his hand down on the right side of the small backside. The abrupt shift from pleasure to pain had his lover arching with wide eyes. He didn’t give the other man a chance to adjust, bringing his hand down again this time on the left. A sob tore from Spencer’s throat once he got over the shock. Bringing his hand down again on the right side, he took in the abrupt flush of red that quickly started to fade.
It turned him on to see it. The knowledge that the skin would be stained that color soon turned him on even more. At the next smack to the left, his lover stared to try to squirm away. He didn’t try to prevent it, knowing that the ropes would keep him immobilized. Delivering another solid smack to the right mound of flesh, he started to speak in a conversational tone. “This is your punishment for lying to me.” Just as his hand made solid contact again, Spencer pushed out words on a sob. “I’m sorry, please.” The sentence didn’t contain their safe word which meant that his lover really didn’t want to stop.
As much as he might beg or protest the lack of that declaration spoke the truth. He smacked the warmed skin a touch harder but his tone was the same when he spoke again. “It’s too late for apologies now. You know how I feel about liars.” Another sob sounded that turned into a shout at the new slap. There was a full body shudder in the slight frame before Spencer spoke again in desperate tones. “No, please! I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He didn’t say anything in response; the other man already had his answer. Bringing his hand down again on the right, he was pleased to see a red hue starting to linger.
Pulling his hand away he went to descend only to see his lover’s squirming increase. There was a subtle shifting of his arms which told him that Spencer was unconsciously trying to block his blows. His lips lifted in a small smile as his hand came down even harder. Another shout left his lover’s lips followed by a heavy sob. Looking up into the mirror, he wasn’t surprised to see tears streaming down the reddened face. In that second Spencer caught his gaze and begged between trembling lips. “Please. I don’t…want anymore.” His response at first was another harsh slap.
“You should have thought about that before you lied.” Pausing briefly he delivered another smack before continuing. “We’re not going to be done until you can’t sit down for a week.” The response earned him a hard sob which quickly morphed into a shout at the next slap. Seeing that the backside was a bright red, he decided to shift his focus for a bit. On the next stroke, he lowered his hand just slightly. When it collided with the back of the left upper thigh his lover fairly shrieked. Not pausing, he proceeded to deliver the next heavy slap to the right thigh.
The squirming increased, as did the sobbing. He remained undeterred, delivering another smack to the left thigh. It was then that Spencer tipped his head down, his eyes closed tightly against the comforter. With a severe frown, he slammed his hand down on the breath of the reddened backside. The intense pain made his lover arch again, a strangled shout tearing from his throat. He paused for a moment in the spanking, making sure he had the other man’s gaze before he spoke. “Don’t close your eyes again. Part of your punishment is watching. If you do that a second time, I’ll have to discipline you further.”
A whimper escaped the trembling lips before Spencer managed to answer. “Yes Sir.” The formality wasn’t normally required but during a punishment it was expected. Now that he was sure he had his lover’s attention, he picked up where he left off. When he returned to the right side again all Spencer did was sob. He could tell that his lover was having trouble keeping his eyes open. The next smack confirmed that when they lowered to slits. Despite the struggle though his eyes did remain open and his gaze remained fixed on the mirror to watch his punishment.
Another resounding smack produced another wretched sob. The next slap produced more tears. At this point the skin of the thighs was starting to match the red of the backside. Shifting his focus again, he delivered a slap to the breadth of the previously abused mounds of flesh. A shout tore from Spencer’s throat at the new attention and it only increased in pitch at the next heavy handed smack. The next slap only produced a sob. He could tell it wasn’t because it was too soft. Although the contact had hurt badly, his lover was just too worn out to release a shout.
Feeling smugly satisfied, he gave the bright red backside one last hard slap. It was forceful enough that Spencer’s body rocked forward and the sharp sound of the skin connecting easily filled the space. When another spike of pain didn’t come, it was enough to tell his lover that the punishment was over. Even as he watched, the slight frame slumped forward into the bedding. The other man continued to sob harshly, his reddened face pressed into the softness of the comforter. Underneath the raw sound, he could once more hear the heavy buzz of the beads.
TBC...
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