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Elliot straddled George’s hips and kissed him, really kissed him, pulling away only to let them get a quick breath. The feeling of their cocks brushing together was pure ecstasy, one he wanted to relish.
He broke the kiss and panted for breath, wondering what he wanted to do next. There were so many things he wanted to try. He’d enjoyed hitting George with the rope, but that hadn’t been nearly as arousing as teasing George and then denying him an orgasm. He loved seeing George wriggling, dick bobbing and a plea for release spilling from his lips, punctuated by loud moans as Elliot’s cock smashed into his prostate. But he also couldn’t deny that seeing George touching himself, even if his view hadn’t been as good from behind, was equally attractive- and it would be even better if George brought himself to a climax. It would be a sight he’d drink in all day.
He licked his lips, trying to decide what to do. Get George worked up with dirty talk and refuse to touch him except to tease and continue indefinitely, allowing himself the release but not George? Order George to masturbate while he leaned back and watched the show?
Then his stomach growled slightly, and an idea came to him. He untied George from the bed, ignoring the confused look George gave him, and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Pulling George to his feet, he ordered in a low voice, “Go grab a toy and bring it here. And you’d better make yourself look damn good while you walk.” Not that it was possible for him not to look good, Elliot thought appreciatively.
When George started to turn around without a word, Elliot growled and picked up the rope whip from its place on the side of the bed, lashing it and striking George’s buttocks.“I didn’t hear you say, ‘Yes, Master,’” Elliot snapped.
George gasped as the rope stung the skin on his buttocks, and hastily said, “Sorry, Master!”
“Consider that your warning,” Elliot said.
“Yes, Master,” George said quietly. He began to walk slowly to the drawers near his desk, exaggerating the sway of his hips and shifting every few steps so Elliot could see the hard cock between his legs. He opened a drawer, pulling out a dildo and two vibrators- one normal and one remote controlled. “Which one, Master?” he asked.
Elliot’s cock throbbed, and the need to feel something against it became overwhelming. The sight of George walking, and then just obediently holding the toys and letting him choose which one… He licked his lips again and tried to control himself. He was the dom here, that was what he was supposed to be all about- control.
He looked at George again and considered his options. He wanted to bend him over on his lap and feel George’s cock against his leg, work the dildo in and out of lover’s tight ass, make him moan and scream. But just as appealing were the vibrators, especially the remote controlled one- he could change the speed and intensity randomly, at will, and melt George into a puddle.
He walked over to George and leaned forward, taking George’s ear into his mouth and sucking on it. George moaned softly, and Elliot released the lobe and whispered, “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?” Then, when George said nothing, “Answer me.”
“N-no, Master,” George said quietly.
“No?” Elliot asked lightly, chuckling. “I don’t believe that. I think you’re just trying to be modest. But you know how many people find you irresistibly sexy. You know I’m far from the only one who wants to fuck you, who wants to own you like I do.”
“I suppose,” George said, blushing slightly. “But I-”
“No. What matters is that I find you sexy- no one else matters, because you’re mine, not theirs, not anyone else’s,” Elliot hissed. “And from now on, if I say you’re sexy, you are. Whatever I say goes.”
“Yes, Master,” George said, nodding. The collar looked so perfect on him when he moved his neck, Elliot thought, and his hard dick agreed with him.
“Good,” Elliot said huskily. He moved his hands from George’s hips, shifted so that his leg was pressing against George’s dick. George moaned and just barely managed to hold himself back from rubbing against him, knowing he had to wait until Elliot gave him permission. Elliot saw, and decided to reward him for his good behavior. “It’s okay,” he murmured. George closed his eyes and rubbed restlessly against Elliot’s leg, body flushed from arousal.
“That’s enough,” Elliot said a minute later. He couldn’t give George too much satisfaction too early. “Now, I have a question for you, and you had better answer honestly. Which one-” he pointed to the three toys George had set down- “do you want? What’ll work you up more and make you come harder; me fucking you with the dildo? You fucking yourself with it or with a vibrator?” He set his hands on George’s chest and played with his nipples, teasing them to hardness with a different rhythm and firmness for each bud.
George was shaking like a leaf, leaning against the drawers for support. His nipples had always been extremely sensitive, and it was clear that Elliot had noticed. The sensations were overwhelming, making almost embarrassingly loud moans escape him. God, why hadn’t they thought of this earlier? Days where neither of them were working were rare, but they had happened before. He wanted this to continue forever.
Elliot stopped his ministrations, earning a disappointed groan, and prompted ] George again. George swallowed. “T-the vibrator,” he whispered, “And I want you to have the controls.” It was odd, really, how natural those words felt. It felt like the only way he could climax was by Elliot completely dominating him. It was new, but so good, better than anything he’d done before. “Please, Master,” he said, and meant it. He wanted Elliot to control when he came and how much relief he’d get from it. He wanted Elliot to control everything.
“Good answer,” Elliot said with a growl. “Go lay on the bed. Spread your legs. And you’d better hurry unless you want me to paddle your ass until you can’t walk for a week. Actually, you won’t be able to walk for a week, anyway, but it’ll be much worse if I paddle you too.”
A shudder ran through George’s body as he said, “Yes, Master,” and walked back to the bed, in the same erotic way he had on the way to the drawers. He was very aware of Elliot’s eyes roving over every inch of his body, from the muscles that, while nowhere near Elliot’s size, were still much larger than one would think, to his taut nipples, to his tight, firm ass, and his nice-sized cock. He knew Elliot was drinking the sight in, and the knowledge that he was pleasing Elliot so well, turning him on so much, made him satisfied and even more aroused in turn. He was a pleaser, no doubt about it, and he was truly enjoying being the submissive. Letting his control slip and just being lusty and wanton with no thought about what others might say, not having to make the decisions for once. He was happy to relinquish that responsibility to Elliot.
He laid himself down slowly, shuddering with anticipation, and, catching Elliot’s eye, slowly, tantalizingly, moved his legs apart, letting Elliot see his cock and balls and his asshole.
Elliot had to take a deep breath to stop himself from diving on the bed and fucking him right then and there. George was so good at this, Elliot thought lustily, breathing an almost-silent moan. He almost came right then and there, but managed to hold the orgasm off by squeezing the base of his cock uncomfortably. His mouth went dry as he looked at the smaller man, so eager and ready for him. Smiling inwardly, he grabbed the vibrator and remote.
He walked over and sat down next to George, then grabbed the bottle of lube. He poured a generous amount all over the toy and pressed it to George’s entrance, not wasting any time before he began to push it in.
George groaned, half pain and half pleasure, hands fisting the sheets, and when Elliot pushed the vibrator farther in, he arched his back, panting heavily, sweat glistening off his chest. Soon it was completely in, up to the flared base, and Elliot leaned forward to nip at George’s lips.
“I’m going to clean up a little, and then we’re going to walk to the kitchen,” Elliot said, moving back.
“Master, how am I supposed to walk- ohhhh!” George cried out as Elliot pressed the on button and the vibrator hit his prostate, sending such overwhelming sensations through his body that it bordered on pain, and for a moment he surrendered himself completely to the carnal pleasure.
“You’re clever enough, baby. You’ll figure it out,” Elliot said, smirking. “Otherwise, you will be punished.”
“Unnnnnh, was all George could say. His breath came in quick gulps and he all but thrashed on the bed, overwhelmed by the almost electric sensations. It was one thing when he’d used the vibrator on his own, but with the unpredictability of another person controlling it, it was much more intense.
Elliot put the cock ring back on George’s length and stepped back, drinking in the sight and the sounds George was making.
He walked into the bathroom hastily and cleaned his dick off with a wet towel. Then he walked back to the room and grabbed a pair of handcuffs, ordering, “Come on, George.” George moaned helplessly, but somehow managed to get out of the bed. “Now, walk behind me,” Elliot continued.
“Y- unh- Yes, Master!” George managed. But he had no idea how he’d be able to do it, and he was sure Elliot would end up punishing him for failing.
Smirking, Elliot pressed a button that made the toy vibrate harder.
“Ahhh!” George cried, giving a long, pleasured moan.
“Now let’s go.” Elliot started to retreat.
George could barely walk, between the vibrator and his entire body quivering with need, but he somehow got his legs to work.
He watched every muscle in Elliot’s body that he could see, staring at Elliot’s firm ass. He wondered if they could reverse their roles some day, if Elliot wanted to continue doing this. But he had to admit that he was enjoying the submissive role enough that he would be content if the switch never happened.
He almost had to stop several times, but they eventually made it to the kitchen. In the middle, there was a bar, with two posts that went to the ceiling.
“Stand in front of that post,” Elliot said, pointing. George obeyed immediately, and Elliot stood in front of him and handcuffed his arms behind the post, trapping George in place.
Then he got some bread and meat and made a ham sandwich, leaning back in one of the chairs at the table. He pressed the button again, making the vibrations ever harder, and George groaned loudly, hips bucking forward out of his control.
“You look good like that,” Elliot said appreciatively, taking a bite of the sandwich. “But you’ll look even better when I bend you over and fuck you senseless. Or maybe I’ll make you get on your hands and knees to do it?” He toned down the vibrator so that it was barely pulsating.
“Oh god, Master, please fuck me, please!” George cried, wriggling desperately, trying to fuck himself on the vibrator. Elliot could tell that it was just short of his prostate, so close but so far. And the dirty talk was only working him up more.
“Or maybe I’ll make you get on your knees and blow me, and then I’ll keep you waiting all night,” he continued. “Or I could let you get yourself off, while I watch you. What do you think?” He paused, wanting to call him something insulting to get himself more into domspace and George more into subspace, but he felt unsure if George would like it. He decided to test the waters with a word that wasn’t too bad, but would still provoke a reaction if George wasn’t into that sort of thing. “What do you think, you sex-hungry slut?”
George closed his eyes at the words. “Look at me,” Elliot commanded. He could tell that George didn’t mind the derogatory names, so he decided to keep using them- but only when it felt right. He didn’t want to over-do it.
George met his gaze, blushing heavily. “W-whatever you think will be best, Master,” George said. He cried out in sheer ecstasy and arched forward when Elliot pressed the button again.
Elliot set the remote down and leaned back. He watched George tilt his hips back, panting and groaning, legs quivering from delight. He took a few more bites of his sandwich before setting it down. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
“No, Master,” George said, shaking his head.
“Well, in that case…” Elliot said, trailing off. Holding the remote, he walked over to George and palmed his cock, squeezing it in his hand, eliciting something between a scream and a moan. George thrust eagerly into his tight grip.
“God, you’re so easy to turn on,” Elliot said huskily. “All I have to do is barely touch you and you’re like a fucking teenager. You just spread your legs for whoever touches your dick. Horny slut.”
George shuddered. "N-no Master, just for you,” he gasped, unable to believe that Elliot was using that kind of dirty talk. He just hadn’t pegged Elliot as the type for it- but then again, he seemed to have misjudged Elliot on many accounts. This was the happiest he’d ever felt to be wrong, that was for sure.
Elliot tugged George’s collar. “Just mine? No one else’s?”
“Yes, Master, just yours,” George replied.
“You’re my bitch,” Elliot said, squeezing George’s dick a little harder.
“Yes,” George whispered between moans. How was it that Elliot was playing him like an instrument? How did Elliot know exactly what would turn him on more than anything?
“Say it,” Elliot ordered. “You’re my bitch. My dirty little slut.”
“I’m- unh- I’m your bitch,” George gasped, tilting his head back. “I’m your slut. Your dirty little slut.”
Elliot sighed silently at the words. Saying the words, and hearing George say them back, sent a jolt of pleasure through his dick. He began to stroke George roughly to reward him, kissing him and swallowing his moans.
“You’re so hard,” Elliot whispered into George’s ear. “Your dick must be driving you crazy. You want to come so badly, don’t you?”
“Ye-eees,” George moaned.
“Well, that won’t be happening for a while,” Elliot informed him. He let George’s length go and reached behind George to undo the handcuffs, but left the cock ring firmly in place.
When the handcuffs were off, he kissed George again, then walked back to the table and sat on a chair. “On your knees,” he growled to George. He moved his legs apart let George kneel between them, and George obeyed the order immediately. “Suck me.”
George slowly took him into his mouth, and Elliot moaned delightedly. George’s mouth was absolute heaven, so warm and wet. Elliot’s legs quivered and he leaned back, closing his eyes. “So good,” he whispered. George was absolutely perfect, he thought, absolutely amazing. He groaned, thrusting his hips upwards.
He opened his eyes again and looked down at George, wondering if anything could possibly be more arousing, George’s hands on Elliot’s knees, mouth securely around his cock while the doctor’s erection grinded restlessly against the floor, needing some kind of friction no matter how uncomfortable it was. He knew better than to touch himself without Elliot’s permission, so that was all he did.
Then George moved one hand from Elliot’s knee to rub Elliot’s balls, and in response, Elliot groaned and made the toy inside George vibrate harder again, and the moan that reverberated against his cock was enough to tip him over the edge. His balls tightened and he spilled into George’s mouth, panting the order, “Swallow,” as he rode the wave of pleasure that made his muscles spasm. He didn’t even care that he’d come in embarrassingly short time- it was still pure bliss.
George complied, and, after Elliot gave a nod, released him to the cooler air in the kitchen. Elliot regained his breath and tried to decide what to do, whether to reward George with an orgasm or not.
“Walk back to the bedroom with me, behind again,” Elliot instructed after a minute. He stood up, slightly shaky from the aftereffects of the orgasm, and left the kitchen, George following closely.
At the top of the stairs, he whirled around and pinned George to the wall, kissing him fiercely, lifting one of George’s legs to hang it over his arm. George was so hard, he almost felt a sympathetic throb in his cock. If he hadn’t just climaxed, he probably would have gotten hard automatically. He had a feeling he wouldn’t need too much recovery time, though.
Pressing George’s erection against his stomach, rubbing his thighs and teasingly ghosting his fingers over the underside of George’s cock, Elliot savored the low whimpers and whines coming from his lover. He wanted to lock them away from the world and just do this forever.
Breaking away, George panted, “Master, please, I need-”
Elliot cut him off. “This is what you need,” he said gruffly.
“Oh God, please, I need to come, oh please, please let me come, Master!” George pleaded.
“Not yet,” Elliot said, grinning devilishly. He kissed George roughly, tongue forcefully exploring George’s mouth, hands very happily wandering all over him.
He pulled away and let George’s leg down, panting the order, “Bed. Now.” George groaned in disappointment, but obeyed, walking into the room.
Elliot shoved George on the bed roughly, crawling over him and kissing him for just a moment before pulling back. He gave George’s cock a few rough strokes and cranked the vibrator up, and George thrust into his grip, continuing to plead for release. Elliot ignored him and left the cock ring in place.
“Please, please please please please, please let me come!” George cried, fisting his hands in the sheets.
Elliot removed the vibrator, leaving George empty and aching. George groaned his disappointment.
“Touch yourself. You know you want to come…” Elliot whispered huskily. George shuddered, but didn’t move. “Come on, slut, you know you want to,” he growled. “Obey me.”
George moaned and obeyed the order, too painfully aroused to feel embarrassed. His hand moved up and down in quick strokes, fast enough to hurt, but the pain made it that much better. And the knowledge that Elliot was watching him… It was amazing.
Elliot’s breath hitched in his throat, eyelids half closing lustily. His body had apparently had long enough to recover, because he w as hard again in an instant.
“P-Please, Master, take the ring off,” George moaned, deliberately moving his lower body against him.
Elliot smirked. “But I like watching this. And you know you like it too. Knowing how sexy I think you are, knowing how much I’m turned on by teasing and denying you. Knowing I’m watching you and getting off on how desperate you are.”
“Please, please let me come,” George moaned again.
Elliot swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “Come here, now.”
George moved over to him, and Elliot lifted George to his lap, letting their cocks brush together. They groaned, electric pleasure shooting through them.
After kissing George deeply, Elliot pulled away and stood up. He retrieved the dildo from where George had set it down and sat back on the bed.
“Bend over on my knee, slut,” Elliot growled.
“Yes, Master,” George said, shuddering as he shifted into position. It felt very vulnerable, lying on his stomach and thus unable to see what Elliot was doing. Elliot’s leg pressed against his dick, while his hands were wandering over George’s body, making goosebumps form.
Elliot slapped George’s ass once, and he gasped, wriggling in pain and arousal. Elliot began to probe his entrance, teasing the hole, and he panted eagerly, desperate to feel something, anything, inside him.
“Stay still,” Elliot ordered. “Perfectly still.”
He tensed in anticipation, wondering what Elliot was going to do. And then he cried out as Elliot shoved the dildo inside him, with no preparation. Fighting the urge to arch away- or into it, he wasn’t sure at this point- he simply closed his eyes, squeezing the bed sheets, amazed at how the penetration could feel so painful but so amazing at the same time.
Elliot thrust the toy in and out of him mercilessly, each thrust crashing against his prostate. Elliot’s other hand soon found his cock and tugged the ring off, and began to stroke his dick in time with the thrusts he made with the dildo. The strokes were rough and quick, and George groaned constantly, only aware of the pleasure.
After having been teased for so long, it wouldn’t have taken much to make him come in the first place, but with Elliot using the toy to fuck him senseless and jerking him off, it happened quickly. A loud groan escaped him and his muscles spasmed for several seconds.
Before he could register anything, Elliot had lifted him into his lap, replacing the dildo with his own cock. George gasped; so soon after an orgasm, the stimulation was painful. But he still threw his arms around Elliot’s shoulders, needing something to steady him, and watched his master’s expression of bliss. He leaned up to kiss him, satisfied at the knowledge that he was pleasing Elliot- probably better than anyone else could. Elliot found him so arousing, and that made him happy.
Elliot kissed George deeply. He moved his hands to George’s thighs, lifting and lowering him on his cock over and over again. This was absolutely perfect, better than he had ever dreamed. He reached forward and grasped George’s dick again, even though he knew it would be painful so soon.
George whimpered into Elliot’s mouth, but Elliot didn’t let up, continuing the assault on his prostate and still stroking the sensitive flesh. Even after he reached his own climax and spilled into George, he squeezed and pulled George’s cock, until finally George tensed again, cried out, and came again, come splashing on Elliot’s hand and stomach. They both panted breathlessly for several seconds.
“Ah, fuck,” George hissed, falling limply into Elliot’s arms, setting his head on his shoulder.
“You okay?” Elliot asked worriedly, rubbing George’s back with the cleaner of his hands.
“Yeah, I just need a few minutes of recovery time,” George said, a little dazed.
“Alright, baby, we'll take a break,” Elliot said, kissing the top of his head. He worried that he had been too rough, but he knew George would speak up if he had been.
George smiled and kissed Elliot’s neck, causing him to shudder slightly. “Thanks, El,” he said.
“Mm-hmm,” Elliot said back. “Just tell me when you’re feeling better, okay?”
George nodded, but didn’t speak. His breathing grew deeper and slower, and a few minutes later, Elliot was shocked to realize that George had fallen asleep in his arms. Fortunately, a quick check revealed that George was okay.
Shrugging, Elliot decided that he may as well sleep too. They both needed to recharge, after all.
He lie down and set George next to him, setting George’s head on his chest. He yawned and soon joined George in sleep.
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