BDSM Role Play
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rugbytackleTitle: BDSM Role Play - Spreader Bars
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
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mooms
Feedback: would be nice
Warning: BDSM, but not too heavy
Author:lab_jazz and govi20
A.N. lab_jazz voices Viggo Govi voices Sean
DISCLAIMER: We don't know these men, it never happened: it's all just in our heads.
So I lie down waiting for Viggo. I am still a bit tense. It’s not so much the physical element bothering me. I know my body and my strength and so does Viggo. It’s more the mental issue.
It’s all about trust and it will be good is what Viggo said and I am willing to believe that.
So I am waiting, not knowing what to expect. It takes him quite a long time to come up, probably all in the game called toying with Sean.
When he finally opens the door I am almost relaxed, till I see the contraption he has in his hands. I have no idea what it is, but I don’t think I really like it. When I see Viggo’s eager face I know it’s not a good moment to back off, though.
“Christ, Vig, what the fuck is that?”
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Beta: the lovely
moomsFeedback: would be nice
Warning: BDSM, but not too heavy
Author:
lab_jazz and govi20A.N. lab_jazz voices Viggo Govi voices Sean
DISCLAIMER: We don't know these men, it never happened: it's all just in our heads.
~Sean~
I have been thinking about it the whole week. From the moment Viggo brought it up, hesitantly, I have been thinking about it. Been torn between anticipation and fear of the unknown. I’ve never done this sort of thing before, but I trust Viggo completely.
Apart from that, it’s nice to experiment a little. I would feel a bit better if I knew what to expect though. But it’s Viggo running the show and he likes teaching me, perhaps just as much as I like to be taught.
I park my car next to Viggo’s, glad that he’s already home. The first thing I see when I enter the hallway, is a big package standing there, discreetly wrapped, but I know what it is. Viggo is standing in the doorway to the kitchen, smiling at me.
“So it’s arrived Sean. There’s enough in there to keep us busy for months. And I already know what it’ll be tonight. Right after dinner. So get your ass in the kitchen and let’s eat. I am in kind of a hurry here.”
I have been thinking about it the whole week. From the moment Viggo brought it up, hesitantly, I have been thinking about it. Been torn between anticipation and fear of the unknown. I’ve never done this sort of thing before, but I trust Viggo completely.
Apart from that, it’s nice to experiment a little. I would feel a bit better if I knew what to expect though. But it’s Viggo running the show and he likes teaching me, perhaps just as much as I like to be taught.
I park my car next to Viggo’s, glad that he’s already home. The first thing I see when I enter the hallway, is a big package standing there, discreetly wrapped, but I know what it is. Viggo is standing in the doorway to the kitchen, smiling at me.
“So it’s arrived Sean. There’s enough in there to keep us busy for months. And I already know what it’ll be tonight. Right after dinner. So get your ass in the kitchen and let’s eat. I am in kind of a hurry here.”
~Viggo~
It pleases me when Sean’s eyes are drawn to the parcel, like a kid looking at the presents under the Christmas tree, excited, but a little apprehensive about what they contain, hoping that it’s toys that they are really going to want to play with and enjoy, that they’re not disappointed when the wrappings come off.
I know that he would like to open the parcel now before we eat, but I don’t want to give him the opportunity to handle the toys and get a feeling of familiarity with them before I use them on him. I want to maintain and exploit his apprehension of the unknown.
He comes into the kitchen and sits down at the table. I watch him in contemplative silence as he eats, at the way his hand works at twirling his pasta around his fork...his long elegant fingers mirroring his beautiful elegant cock. I bring my bare foot up to his crotch...my big toe running up and down the seam of his jeans.
He groans, opening his legs wider as he slides his ass down the chair a little to give me greater access...my foot pushing firmly against him...his cock hard and unyielding under my instep.
I think that I’ve played with him long enough
“I’ll clean up here, Sean, go upstairs and prepare yourself for me. I want you lubed, stretched and waiting by the time I join you.”
~Sean~
It’s arousing but scary at the same time, being ordered to prepare myself. But since I don’t know what we’ll be playing with, I think it’s wise to be thorough. Still hard because of Viggo’s foot ministrations, I find it less difficult then I thought and I am slowly working up to three fingers, slick with lubricant, in my body.
I can’t help picturing Viggo with me in the room, watching me, while I prepare myself, fucking myself on my own fingers, The thought makes me moan and I realize I must stop.
It’s arousing but scary at the same time, being ordered to prepare myself. But since I don’t know what we’ll be playing with, I think it’s wise to be thorough. Still hard because of Viggo’s foot ministrations, I find it less difficult then I thought and I am slowly working up to three fingers, slick with lubricant, in my body.
I can’t help picturing Viggo with me in the room, watching me, while I prepare myself, fucking myself on my own fingers, The thought makes me moan and I realize I must stop.
So I lie down waiting for Viggo. I am still a bit tense. It’s not so much the physical element bothering me. I know my body and my strength and so does Viggo. It’s more the mental issue.
It’s all about trust and it will be good is what Viggo said and I am willing to believe that.
So I am waiting, not knowing what to expect. It takes him quite a long time to come up, probably all in the game called toying with Sean.
When he finally opens the door I am almost relaxed, till I see the contraption he has in his hands. I have no idea what it is, but I don’t think I really like it. When I see Viggo’s eager face I know it’s not a good moment to back off, though.
“Christ, Vig, what the fuck is that?”
~Viggo~
My mind in a whirl as I stack up the dishwasher, images of Sean writhing on the bed as he fucks his own body ricocheting around in my head. Almost sorry that I didn’t have him wait...I would have enjoyed the show immensely.
I carry the package to the kitchen table, get my Stanley trimmer out and carefully slit open the cardboard. The contents spill out onto the table...all gleaming and new...a hot-potch of chrome, latex and leather. I sort through it and retrieve the spreader bars and wrist and ankle restraints. I run my hands up the chrome...smooth and cool to my touch...sliding over the little indentations. Standing up, I open my own legs as far as possible to give me some idea of the width to set. I don’t want to be fumbling with the apparatus later on. I need Sean apprehensive, but confident in me. I feel the slow burn in my inner thighs as I tighten the adjustment screw for that distance.
I pick up restraints...soft leather between my fingers. The wrist restraints are designed to go either side of the ankle restraints...it’s not called the Doggy Deluxe Spreader Bar for nothing. I bring them up to my face, the smell of new virgin leather wrinkling my nose, but I know that it won’t be long before the aroma of Sean’s sweat permeates the leather. Attaching them to the bar makes my breath catch...visions of Sean body forced into an unnatural kneeling position, his wrists in line with his ankles...ass hole vulnerable and completely exposed...just waiting for me.
Unable to wait any longer, I head up to the bedroom..
Sean retreats a little on the bed when he sees what I have in my hand
“This, Sean, is a Doggy Deluxe Spreader Bar...but you can relax a little, it’s not designed for internal use.”
~Sean~
He doesn’t waste much time explaining the spreader bars; I can almost taste him wanting to start. The thought of being put in restraints completely freaks me out, I'll hand myself over completely to Viggo that way. I hesitate, but still tell him.
I tell him I trust him, trust him enough to give over control, knowing he won’t abuse it, but to go easy. He puts the restraints around my wrists first, soft leather smooth on my skin. He leans down to kiss me then gets up to attach my wrists to the bars of the bed head.
He moves downwards and starts working on my ankles, putting the restraints on and finally attaching them to the cold steel of the spreader bar. His eyes are raking my body slowly from head to feet and he licks his lips. A glowing pit of fire down in my belly starts wrestling with the gush of panic I feel.
Have I ever been more vulnerable, more open? What will he do next? Does he still see Sean, or am I only a pliant body now, free for him to use? I am calming down a bit when he starts stroking me, my body responding, my immobility forcing me not to.
Will he just fuck me now? And what will that be like, without being able to use my hands, not being able to cling to him, just to accept whatever he wants to do with me...
I tell him I trust him, trust him enough to give over control, knowing he won’t abuse it, but to go easy. He puts the restraints around my wrists first, soft leather smooth on my skin. He leans down to kiss me then gets up to attach my wrists to the bars of the bed head.
He moves downwards and starts working on my ankles, putting the restraints on and finally attaching them to the cold steel of the spreader bar. His eyes are raking my body slowly from head to feet and he licks his lips. A glowing pit of fire down in my belly starts wrestling with the gush of panic I feel.
Have I ever been more vulnerable, more open? What will he do next? Does he still see Sean, or am I only a pliant body now, free for him to use? I am calming down a bit when he starts stroking me, my body responding, my immobility forcing me not to.
Will he just fuck me now? And what will that be like, without being able to use my hands, not being able to cling to him, just to accept whatever he wants to do with me...
~Viggo~
I hesitate a little, the fear in Sean’s eyes causing me to quickly modify my plans as to how I’m going to position him. Gently...gently, I tell myself, reluctant to push Sean to the extent that he may refuse to ‘play’ with me again.
I quickly move to reassure Sean that he will be simply lying prone upon the bed, his hands attached to the headboard and his legs forcibly held apart. That all I’m going to do at this stage is simply fuck him...nothing is going to happen to him that hasn’t happened before...the only difference will be that he now has restraints to pull against.
For a moment I consider offering him the emotional security of a safe word, but I hesitate, not wanting to put the idea in his head that he may find this so unpleasant that he needs an ‘out.’
I move quickly and efficiently attaching the soft flexible leather to Sean’s wrists.I stretch his right arm out as far as possible and cuff it to the far bar of the bedhead. Taking his left arm, I pull it into position and cuff it to the other side of the bed, the stretch, bunching his muscles across his shoulders.
“Spread your legs as wide as you can,” I instruct him as I move down to the foot of the bed.
Picking up first one of his ankles and then the other I deftly attach them to the spreader bar.
“I think that we can do better than this Sean,” I tell him as I loosen the joining bolt and ratchet the bars further apart forcing Sean to spread his legs even wider still, Sean moaning a little at the burn on his inner thigh muscles.
Standing at the side of the bed I look at him…spread eagled…powerless. I run my hands slowly down the curve of his back…the normal smoothness of his naked skin rough with goosebumps. Sean tries to look back at me as I chuckle softly.
“Feeling a little nervous, Sean?”
I run my hand lower over the curve of his backside, seeing the slight quiver in Sean’s muscles as he tries unsuccessfully to squirm at little to capture more of my touch. Running my finger between his spread buttocks…sliding around his slick lubricated opening…resisting the ingrained habit of pushing my fingers inside him to stretch him, wanting to…missing that connection to him.
I crawl onto the bed still clothed, and lower myself down on top of him, stretching out my own arms and legs and covering as much of his body as I can, wanting my weight to anchor him a little…to reassure him. My cock pushing hard against my jeans signals its increasing impatience to my brain cells.
I kneel between his legs and undo my pants…pushing them down past my hips, just down far enough to release my cock. The idea of keeping my clothes on as I fuck his naked body is exciting…my mind reducing Sean to an available naked ass hole, with no identity of his own…not even worth me taking the trouble to take my clothes off.
I lower myself back down on top of him, my hands pushed up under armpits, gripping his shoulders, bracing myself against his body as I shove hard into him. Sean’s initial stretch of himself having worn off, his slick lubricated ass is tight against my cock. Sean moaning and trying to pull away a little, I allow his body no recovery time but thrust into him again and again, him straining in vain against the restrains as he tries to get his body into a more comfortable fucking position, exciting me further. I sink my teeth into the biceps muscle on his arm…wanting to hurt him…needing to hurt him…wanting to feel him trying to struggle underneath me. Sean moans, his ass hole flexing and quivering around me as he tries to bring me off.
My orgasm soon threatening to engulf me, I let my body ride the sensations, as I know that my thrusting alone won’t be enough to give Sean a climax. I fuck him savagely…pounding into him, the tension building up in my thigh muscles until with a curse I come…my teeth hard in Sean’s neck as my cock erupts in his ass.
~Sean~
A part of me feels I should hate this, and it does. I try and picture myself, lying on my stomach, open for Viggo, like a toy for him, submitted to his will and want. I try to look back at him, try to find some assurance in his steady gaze. He chuckles a little when he asks me if I am nervous, his fingers caressing me and I try to buck up for more, but the restraints keep me firmly in place. I feel the bed dipping under his weight when he kneels between my spread legs.
I feel his body covering mine, his hands clasping my shoulders. The scratch of fabric tells me that he didn’t even bother to take off his clothes, like that’s not important. As if he not only immobilized me physically, but also mentally. I am being used and the feeling is almost unbearably arousing. I am just there for him, to be what he wants me to be. I don’t have to be smart or make decisions. I just am.
He opens his pants and I feel his hard cock pushing into my cleft. Then he shoves in forcefully and it hurts. My body automatically flinches, but there’s no gentleness in his approach, he just fucks me, hard and relentless. I wrestle in my restraints, needing to respond to his thrusting. I want to come, desperately need to come and I can’t, the friction of my cock rubbing the mattress is not enough. His bite in my upper arm is nearly enough and I want it to end, want it to go on forever, don’t know, but I want.
His thrusts are almost brutal now, his teeth are in my neck when he comes hard. When he’s recovered he releases me. His hands are gentle now and he massages my wrists with soft strokes. When he turns me around, his eyes are reassuring. I am still panting and my cock is painfully hard. His voice is soft.
“Bring yourself off Sean. Let me see it..”
I bring my hand down, all my usual shyness forgotten. I stroke myself forcefully, my moans rising to a whine and then coming harder than ever, better than ever, my eyes never leaving his. It’s not what I expected, it’s confusing, but I never felt so complete before.
A part of me feels I should hate this, and it does. I try and picture myself, lying on my stomach, open for Viggo, like a toy for him, submitted to his will and want. I try to look back at him, try to find some assurance in his steady gaze. He chuckles a little when he asks me if I am nervous, his fingers caressing me and I try to buck up for more, but the restraints keep me firmly in place. I feel the bed dipping under his weight when he kneels between my spread legs.
I feel his body covering mine, his hands clasping my shoulders. The scratch of fabric tells me that he didn’t even bother to take off his clothes, like that’s not important. As if he not only immobilized me physically, but also mentally. I am being used and the feeling is almost unbearably arousing. I am just there for him, to be what he wants me to be. I don’t have to be smart or make decisions. I just am.
He opens his pants and I feel his hard cock pushing into my cleft. Then he shoves in forcefully and it hurts. My body automatically flinches, but there’s no gentleness in his approach, he just fucks me, hard and relentless. I wrestle in my restraints, needing to respond to his thrusting. I want to come, desperately need to come and I can’t, the friction of my cock rubbing the mattress is not enough. His bite in my upper arm is nearly enough and I want it to end, want it to go on forever, don’t know, but I want.
His thrusts are almost brutal now, his teeth are in my neck when he comes hard. When he’s recovered he releases me. His hands are gentle now and he massages my wrists with soft strokes. When he turns me around, his eyes are reassuring. I am still panting and my cock is painfully hard. His voice is soft.
“Bring yourself off Sean. Let me see it..”
I bring my hand down, all my usual shyness forgotten. I stroke myself forcefully, my moans rising to a whine and then coming harder than ever, better than ever, my eyes never leaving his. It’s not what I expected, it’s confusing, but I never felt so complete before.
~Viggo~
I rest on top of Sean, momentarily catching my breath, the laboured rise and fall of his chest reminding me of my weight. Reluctantly I roll off him and pull up my jeans, my hand resting on his ass...feeling his slight movements as he tries to rub his cock against the sheets.
My eyes slowly appraise him...spread out...available, and I want to leave him that way, restrained, my cum slowly leaking out of his ass hole keeping him lubricated and ready until I want to fuck him again.
Time enough for these pleasures, I remind myself as I reluctantly free his ankles from the spreader bar. Sean grunts as he slowly brings his aching legs together, his hips automatically rising a little, as he tries to settle his cock into a more comfortable position. Moving to the top of the bed, I manipulate the soft flexible leather freeing one of his wrists. Holding it up to my nose its aroma caresses me, the new leather aroma now overlayed with the unmistakable scent of Sean...my Sean.
His wrist is unmarked, but I gently rub it a little anyway, knowing that the next time I do this I will use handcuffs...images of Sean’s wrist in my hand rubbed raw and swollen from staining against the hard unforgiving metal. I move over to free his other wrist, taking my time to gently massage it.
I push at his hip, signalling him to roll over now, my eyes taking in his raging erection...his need for release...his longing for my touch on his cock. How easy it would be for me to give him that but I decide to push him just that little bit further..
My voice is deceptively soft as I order him to bring himself off...
My eyes are focused on his eyes...his look of unveiled want...of adoration...of surrender. His hips are thrusting up hard against his own hand until with a wail he shoots and shoots all over his own naked stomach.
My future plans for him hidden behind my warm smile…
“Good boy Sean...that was perfect...you were perfect.”
The End
The End
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Date: 2006-06-13 09:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-13 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-13 05:46 pm (UTC)That was amazingly hot! Aside from the great smut and well-written BDSM-scenes I especially loved the hints of careful planning and psychological manipulation showing in Viggo to bend Sean to his preferences. Both POVs were very interesting and their different perceptions and feeling in the same situation illuminating and skillfully done imo. Very, very hot!
Your fic also fed my craving for dom!Viggo: normal vanilla VM/SB-slash in all variations is fine with me and nice to read but I've found when it comes to actual BDSM I have a strong preference for Viggo as the dominant and Sean as his sub. So this was especially great ^_^
I really hope you two will write more of this tale ^_^
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Date: 2006-06-13 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-13 07:09 pm (UTC)*sighs*
It would please me, too! Beanie is just such a good boy and Viggo is luck!
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Date: 2006-06-13 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 03:43 pm (UTC)Moving to the top of the bed, I manipulate the soft flexible leather freeing one of his wrists. Holding it up to my nose its aroma caresses me, the new leather aroma now overlayed with the unmistakable scent of Sean...my Sean. mmmm, scent of leather and Sean combined, the best mix ever! *drools*
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