Fic. The Art of Addiction III - The Art of Denial
Title: The Art of Addiction III - The Art of Denial
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM
Disclaimer: I disclaim. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Justin tests Brian’s abilities of denying and gets his revenge.
Author’s Notes: Here it is, at long last! I’m on vacation, means I’m not getting any comments, but I’ll read it all next week as soon as I’m home again. :)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Go to Part 2 in which you read:
“Justin…”, Brian warned, his voice dangerously on the edge. He opened his eyes and upon seeing the smirk on the kid’s face he was firmly decided to shove him onto the couch and fuck him hard for such rudeness.
There was only one problem concerning that plan: His legs were tied to the coffee table with two of his very own Cashmere scarves.
Brian looked up and into the kid’s face which was glowing with triumph. “And now, Justin?”, he asked in an even darker, even more dangerous voice: “Where do you think you can take this…?”
The high of power and lust was clearly apparent on Justin’s face as the kid commanded:
“Lie down.”
Now, onto Part 3...
Brian would have instantly refused hadn’t he been so intrigued. He looked into Justin’s face, tried to gauge his emotional condition…
“Untie me.”
Doubt crossed the kid’s face; hesitant fingers skimmed across Brian’s firm stomach, along his lithe waist, undecided… they brushed his nipples, Brian’s lids fluttered, and then he suddenly felt pressure on the center of his chest - a hand was pushing him downwards, lightly, but steadily.
The little fucker is serious about this.
He could have refused, Brian knew that. It would have only taken a second, threatening demand, but instead he gave in to the boy and lay down - for now. He wanted to witness how Justin would swim and finally drown in a tide too strong and mercurial for the kid.
Justin watched with rising lust how Brian’s eyes closed briefly as the cold glass touched his entire back; a hard shiver crashed through his body, but it showed in nothing more than twitching muscles. The self-control Brian possessed was beyond him, and for a moment Justin wasn’t sure if he could break it… or if he even wanted to break it, because Brian looked simply beautiful: strained sinews, his cock still hard and leaking from the blowjob and his face… hazel, curious eyes, impassionate expression, lips parted in a silent sigh.
He lowered himself onto Brian’s abdomen and moaned lowly as the cock slid between his cheeks and brushed against Justin’s quivering hole. He leaned forward and closed his lips around Brian’s right nipple, sucking, licking, biting, licking, sucking… while his hands took Brian’s wrists and stretched them all the way back until the knuckles touched the metal legs of the coffee table. Brian let out a protesting moan, but Justin simply bit the abused, large nipple as his nimble fingers scurried to wrap the third and fourth scarf around Brian’s hands, tying them down as well.
Justin sat up, his fingers almost timidly stroking Brian’s chest, who looked at him darkly.
“I hate to repeat myself, Justin: Where do you intent to take this?”
Brian’s voice sounded smooth and hard, covered by soft velvet, which made it all the more threatening. He’s still controlling me, Justin thought blushing. Brian could still control him even though he was tied to a table and goose-bumps were spreading across his arms slowly, only by his voice, that fucking voice…!
But he knew exactly where he wanted to take this, and it was time to turn the tables; Justin wanted to prove to Brian that he could control him too, that this was not a one-way relationship and that he could in fact be an equal.
His dry fingers wrapped around Brian’s cock firmly, not moving, just letting the warmth seep through skin on skin. He bowed down, his back forming a perfect pale arch, and placed a soft kiss on Brian’s pulse. The large hands twitched violently, Brian wanted to run them along Justin’s sides, wanted to follow that flawless curve and turn the kid onto his back, punish him, fuck him but at least please fucking touch him!
It didn’t happen, though. Justin grinned, bare teeth scratching across vulnerable skin, as he witnessed how the ties held out against Brian’s fight. He let his other hand stroke along the strong, tanned arm, slowly, deliberately… until he could capture the struggling hand and intertwine their fingers.
I’m powerless, suddenly shot through Brian’s head, without warning, without any preparation for that terrifying, ridiculous idea.
“Brian.”
Justin put his lips onto Brian’s then, their breaths mingling, heat exchanged in an almost-kiss… the little fucker is copying me!
Yep, Justin was. But he also had his own ideas:
“Tell me a fantasy of yours.”
His tongue lapped out, taking nothing more than a taste of Brian’s lips, and this time he did shiver. Fuck. Brian had to do something to regain control, fast!
“You wanna hear a fantasy, little boy?”
Brian’s whole body shifted under him and Justin’s eyes suddenly fell close as he felt how Brian pushed his hips up, working his cock through Justin’s hand until it brushed between his cheeks again - just once.
“You’re kneeling on my bed…”, Brian began quietly, “…bare-assed naked.” His eyes closed, mouth opening a little further. “Your head is straight-forward, your legs pressed together…”, a tongue snuck out to wet claret lips, “…and your ass is red and hot from my hand, from your punishment for this.” Brian grinned as he heard Justin’s sharp intake of breath. “And your face is burning from pure shame because it made you so fucking hard that you want to cry.”
Brian opened hazel eyes and almost started laughing when he saw the red flush of embarrassment in the kid’s body.
“But still you’re begging me to fuck you with anything as long as it gives you release, you’re pleading to be allowed to spread your legs, lower your head and have my cock buried inside you so deep that it hurts even more.”
The boy opened his mouth, but nothing would come out.
“And do you know what I do, Justin?” Brian was whispering by now, he didn’t want to destroy the cocoon of Justin’s mind that he’d encaged the kid in. “I leave you kneeling there all night, falling asleep to your begging. And in the morning, when I wake up, I ram my cock so hard into your exhausted body that I fuck you into unconsciousness.”
It took all of Justin’s self-control not to scramble off of Brian’s body and instantly plead for forgiveness. Just imagining… he’s fucking with my mind. But knowing that didn’t help at all. Justin still saw and felt Brian’s fantasy play out right in front of his eyes, on his own fucking body, and blushed even deeper. He had felt Brian’s cock harden further between his fingers as he talked, fuck, did Brian really want to do that?! Justin’s own cock was hard as well, did he himself actually really want to do it?!
This is insane.
But Justin couldn’t turn back now. He was already horny as hell, and he could absolutely not let Brian win!
So he lifted his body, planting a firm hand on Brian’s belly and sat back down on his upper thighs - he could feel them working under him, his own legs straining, now spread even wider than Brian’s. Oh, are we getting impatient?
“I’ve got a fantasy that’s a little like that.”
He looked at Brian through his lashes, considerably difficult in his position, but saw the reaction in another strong pull of wrists against bounds. Brian was so fucking easy.
“You’re tied to a table - bare-assed naked.”
He took hold of his own cock and started stroking very, very slowly. Now, don’t come. Don’t close your eyes.
“You’re spread wide and your whole body is exposed to me…”
A pale finger tapped Brian’s hipbone lightly. “But I don’t go and worship you like some random trick would do, too grateful to see what’s right in front of him.”
Next, the finger touched the tip of Brian’s neglected left nipple and then the Adam’s apple that moved strongly. A smile grazed Justin’s face.
“Instead I let you suck on this.”
Justin’s finger came to rest on Brian’s lips. They stared at each other, silently battling just for a moment. Justin pressed, and Brian relented, opening his mouth only an inch, but far enough. And suddenly he sucked strongly and closed his eyes for the fraction of a second - Justin always knew that Brian was just another cocksucker.
“Now, guess why I want you to do this.”
The sound when his finger left Brian’s mouth made Justin’s hand stop and he moaned lowly.
“Tell me…”, Brian answered, a smirk on his face.
Justin’s next move wiped it off immediately. The slick finger touched Brian’s balls, slid down and touched a sacred place: his hole.
“I fuck you, Brian. First, only with a finger…”, he breached the first tight ring of muscles. Brian strained against the ties so forcefully that Justin was afraid the knots would loosen, but they held out, and Brian started circling his hips to get more, his breath suddenly stronger, his teeth gnawing on his own lips as to not make a sound.
“…and then I’ll take a condom and fuck you into unconsciousness.”
The grin on the kid’s face and the finger that went into him deeper and deeper made Brian groan, he pulled so hard at the scarves that they just had to give out goddamnit!
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“It doesn’t matter whether I would. It’s that I could.”
Now the pale finger was buried to the hilt and wiggled. Brian’s whole body trembled and he called out before he could stop himself: “Justin!” Fuck, I haven’t really-?!
And Brian decided to give in before this went too far. He knew Justin wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t even be able to jerk off without including Brian in some way, but that wasn’t the point. Maybe he wouldn’t, but he could! And he damn well earned his reward.
“Justin…”, he moaned lowly, “…you still owe me a blowjob.”
The kid smirked and stopped all movements. I’ve done it! His voice was so tense that it was evident he couldn’t hold out much longer. And he really wanted to fuck Brian!
“Ah. So maybe you can’t deny me after all?”
Brian’s eyes opened and he even managed a smile: “Okay, little boy… I can’t deny you.”
He stopped struggling: “Now suck me off… please.”
Justin shot into his own hand as his lips closed around the head of Brian’s cock, the taste of cum mixing into the overwhelming orgasm. He had Brian done in less than five seconds, taking him to the back of his throat and then back up, circling the ridge with his broad tongue.
Justin collapsed onto Brian’s sweaty body afterwards and did not feel able to move at all, except for pulling his finger out of Brian’s ass. This had been so fucking intense…! And… and… Justin blushed and buried his face in Brian’s neck. Oh, God!
“Justin…?”
He made a low sound as a sign of recognition.
“Would you kindly untie me?”
Brian had to stifle a laugh as he watched Justin blush a color deeper than good wine and the kid hurry to untie him. When he was finally free, Brian stretched his arms and legs, rotated his ankles and stood up at last, yawning: “I’m kinda hungry.”
“I made dinner. Do you want dinner? I could warm it up, wouldn’t take a second, it’s simple but I think you’ll like it, it’s my mom’s favourite…”
Brian watched the kid ramble and clutter around his kitchen. It was beyond him how anyone could initiate something this hot and then be so innocent about it. He picked up the scarves, folded them properly and stepped into the kitchen. “Justin?”, he asked in a voice as normal as possible after an experience so intense.
The pot Justin held in his hand dropped crashing to the floor. “Sorry! Sorry!”
“Justin!”
Brian stopped him from bowing down and pulled the kid firmly into his arms. He stroked Justin’s back soothingly, his hands wandering up and down the boy’s spine and his lips gently kissing a sweaty temple.
“That was fucking hot”, Brian whispered, breathing in Justin’s unique, by now precious scent.
The boy melted into his body, having waited for some kind of approval. “You liked it?”
“I fucking loved it, sunshine.”
Brian had to admit it. The struggle for dominance and submission had been hot beyond belief. But still… he didn’t know if he wanted to continue this. Shouldn’t the kid keep at least some of his innocence? There was enough time for sexual discoveries… well, when? And, more importantly, with whom?
Because Justin wouldn’t give up. His curiosity would get the better of him, like that first night, when Justin went home with him not knowing what would happen. He was young, foolish and maybe even downright stupid. What if he didn’t choose so well this time? What if he picked up someone up who would abuse, rape, kill - it had happened, especially to… well… people like Justin.
Brian hugged Justin a little tighter. One thing was for sure: If they wanted to go from here, they’d need a safe word.
“Well, now that you’ve got your little fantasy fulfilled…”
He looked at Justin, hazel meeting blue, and grinned:
“…what about mine?”
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM
Disclaimer: I disclaim. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Justin tests Brian’s abilities of denying and gets his revenge.
Author’s Notes: Here it is, at long last! I’m on vacation, means I’m not getting any comments, but I’ll read it all next week as soon as I’m home again. :)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Go to Part 2 in which you read:
“Justin…”, Brian warned, his voice dangerously on the edge. He opened his eyes and upon seeing the smirk on the kid’s face he was firmly decided to shove him onto the couch and fuck him hard for such rudeness.
There was only one problem concerning that plan: His legs were tied to the coffee table with two of his very own Cashmere scarves.
Brian looked up and into the kid’s face which was glowing with triumph. “And now, Justin?”, he asked in an even darker, even more dangerous voice: “Where do you think you can take this…?”
The high of power and lust was clearly apparent on Justin’s face as the kid commanded:
“Lie down.”
Now, onto Part 3...
Brian would have instantly refused hadn’t he been so intrigued. He looked into Justin’s face, tried to gauge his emotional condition…
“Untie me.”
Doubt crossed the kid’s face; hesitant fingers skimmed across Brian’s firm stomach, along his lithe waist, undecided… they brushed his nipples, Brian’s lids fluttered, and then he suddenly felt pressure on the center of his chest - a hand was pushing him downwards, lightly, but steadily.
The little fucker is serious about this.
He could have refused, Brian knew that. It would have only taken a second, threatening demand, but instead he gave in to the boy and lay down - for now. He wanted to witness how Justin would swim and finally drown in a tide too strong and mercurial for the kid.
Justin watched with rising lust how Brian’s eyes closed briefly as the cold glass touched his entire back; a hard shiver crashed through his body, but it showed in nothing more than twitching muscles. The self-control Brian possessed was beyond him, and for a moment Justin wasn’t sure if he could break it… or if he even wanted to break it, because Brian looked simply beautiful: strained sinews, his cock still hard and leaking from the blowjob and his face… hazel, curious eyes, impassionate expression, lips parted in a silent sigh.
He lowered himself onto Brian’s abdomen and moaned lowly as the cock slid between his cheeks and brushed against Justin’s quivering hole. He leaned forward and closed his lips around Brian’s right nipple, sucking, licking, biting, licking, sucking… while his hands took Brian’s wrists and stretched them all the way back until the knuckles touched the metal legs of the coffee table. Brian let out a protesting moan, but Justin simply bit the abused, large nipple as his nimble fingers scurried to wrap the third and fourth scarf around Brian’s hands, tying them down as well.
Justin sat up, his fingers almost timidly stroking Brian’s chest, who looked at him darkly.
“I hate to repeat myself, Justin: Where do you intent to take this?”
Brian’s voice sounded smooth and hard, covered by soft velvet, which made it all the more threatening. He’s still controlling me, Justin thought blushing. Brian could still control him even though he was tied to a table and goose-bumps were spreading across his arms slowly, only by his voice, that fucking voice…!
But he knew exactly where he wanted to take this, and it was time to turn the tables; Justin wanted to prove to Brian that he could control him too, that this was not a one-way relationship and that he could in fact be an equal.
His dry fingers wrapped around Brian’s cock firmly, not moving, just letting the warmth seep through skin on skin. He bowed down, his back forming a perfect pale arch, and placed a soft kiss on Brian’s pulse. The large hands twitched violently, Brian wanted to run them along Justin’s sides, wanted to follow that flawless curve and turn the kid onto his back, punish him, fuck him but at least please fucking touch him!
It didn’t happen, though. Justin grinned, bare teeth scratching across vulnerable skin, as he witnessed how the ties held out against Brian’s fight. He let his other hand stroke along the strong, tanned arm, slowly, deliberately… until he could capture the struggling hand and intertwine their fingers.
I’m powerless, suddenly shot through Brian’s head, without warning, without any preparation for that terrifying, ridiculous idea.
“Brian.”
Justin put his lips onto Brian’s then, their breaths mingling, heat exchanged in an almost-kiss… the little fucker is copying me!
Yep, Justin was. But he also had his own ideas:
“Tell me a fantasy of yours.”
His tongue lapped out, taking nothing more than a taste of Brian’s lips, and this time he did shiver. Fuck. Brian had to do something to regain control, fast!
“You wanna hear a fantasy, little boy?”
Brian’s whole body shifted under him and Justin’s eyes suddenly fell close as he felt how Brian pushed his hips up, working his cock through Justin’s hand until it brushed between his cheeks again - just once.
“You’re kneeling on my bed…”, Brian began quietly, “…bare-assed naked.” His eyes closed, mouth opening a little further. “Your head is straight-forward, your legs pressed together…”, a tongue snuck out to wet claret lips, “…and your ass is red and hot from my hand, from your punishment for this.” Brian grinned as he heard Justin’s sharp intake of breath. “And your face is burning from pure shame because it made you so fucking hard that you want to cry.”
Brian opened hazel eyes and almost started laughing when he saw the red flush of embarrassment in the kid’s body.
“But still you’re begging me to fuck you with anything as long as it gives you release, you’re pleading to be allowed to spread your legs, lower your head and have my cock buried inside you so deep that it hurts even more.”
The boy opened his mouth, but nothing would come out.
“And do you know what I do, Justin?” Brian was whispering by now, he didn’t want to destroy the cocoon of Justin’s mind that he’d encaged the kid in. “I leave you kneeling there all night, falling asleep to your begging. And in the morning, when I wake up, I ram my cock so hard into your exhausted body that I fuck you into unconsciousness.”
It took all of Justin’s self-control not to scramble off of Brian’s body and instantly plead for forgiveness. Just imagining… he’s fucking with my mind. But knowing that didn’t help at all. Justin still saw and felt Brian’s fantasy play out right in front of his eyes, on his own fucking body, and blushed even deeper. He had felt Brian’s cock harden further between his fingers as he talked, fuck, did Brian really want to do that?! Justin’s own cock was hard as well, did he himself actually really want to do it?!
This is insane.
But Justin couldn’t turn back now. He was already horny as hell, and he could absolutely not let Brian win!
So he lifted his body, planting a firm hand on Brian’s belly and sat back down on his upper thighs - he could feel them working under him, his own legs straining, now spread even wider than Brian’s. Oh, are we getting impatient?
“I’ve got a fantasy that’s a little like that.”
He looked at Brian through his lashes, considerably difficult in his position, but saw the reaction in another strong pull of wrists against bounds. Brian was so fucking easy.
“You’re tied to a table - bare-assed naked.”
He took hold of his own cock and started stroking very, very slowly. Now, don’t come. Don’t close your eyes.
“You’re spread wide and your whole body is exposed to me…”
A pale finger tapped Brian’s hipbone lightly. “But I don’t go and worship you like some random trick would do, too grateful to see what’s right in front of him.”
Next, the finger touched the tip of Brian’s neglected left nipple and then the Adam’s apple that moved strongly. A smile grazed Justin’s face.
“Instead I let you suck on this.”
Justin’s finger came to rest on Brian’s lips. They stared at each other, silently battling just for a moment. Justin pressed, and Brian relented, opening his mouth only an inch, but far enough. And suddenly he sucked strongly and closed his eyes for the fraction of a second - Justin always knew that Brian was just another cocksucker.
“Now, guess why I want you to do this.”
The sound when his finger left Brian’s mouth made Justin’s hand stop and he moaned lowly.
“Tell me…”, Brian answered, a smirk on his face.
Justin’s next move wiped it off immediately. The slick finger touched Brian’s balls, slid down and touched a sacred place: his hole.
“I fuck you, Brian. First, only with a finger…”, he breached the first tight ring of muscles. Brian strained against the ties so forcefully that Justin was afraid the knots would loosen, but they held out, and Brian started circling his hips to get more, his breath suddenly stronger, his teeth gnawing on his own lips as to not make a sound.
“…and then I’ll take a condom and fuck you into unconsciousness.”
The grin on the kid’s face and the finger that went into him deeper and deeper made Brian groan, he pulled so hard at the scarves that they just had to give out goddamnit!
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“It doesn’t matter whether I would. It’s that I could.”
Now the pale finger was buried to the hilt and wiggled. Brian’s whole body trembled and he called out before he could stop himself: “Justin!” Fuck, I haven’t really-?!
And Brian decided to give in before this went too far. He knew Justin wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t even be able to jerk off without including Brian in some way, but that wasn’t the point. Maybe he wouldn’t, but he could! And he damn well earned his reward.
“Justin…”, he moaned lowly, “…you still owe me a blowjob.”
The kid smirked and stopped all movements. I’ve done it! His voice was so tense that it was evident he couldn’t hold out much longer. And he really wanted to fuck Brian!
“Ah. So maybe you can’t deny me after all?”
Brian’s eyes opened and he even managed a smile: “Okay, little boy… I can’t deny you.”
He stopped struggling: “Now suck me off… please.”
Justin shot into his own hand as his lips closed around the head of Brian’s cock, the taste of cum mixing into the overwhelming orgasm. He had Brian done in less than five seconds, taking him to the back of his throat and then back up, circling the ridge with his broad tongue.
Justin collapsed onto Brian’s sweaty body afterwards and did not feel able to move at all, except for pulling his finger out of Brian’s ass. This had been so fucking intense…! And… and… Justin blushed and buried his face in Brian’s neck. Oh, God!
“Justin…?”
He made a low sound as a sign of recognition.
“Would you kindly untie me?”
Brian had to stifle a laugh as he watched Justin blush a color deeper than good wine and the kid hurry to untie him. When he was finally free, Brian stretched his arms and legs, rotated his ankles and stood up at last, yawning: “I’m kinda hungry.”
“I made dinner. Do you want dinner? I could warm it up, wouldn’t take a second, it’s simple but I think you’ll like it, it’s my mom’s favourite…”
Brian watched the kid ramble and clutter around his kitchen. It was beyond him how anyone could initiate something this hot and then be so innocent about it. He picked up the scarves, folded them properly and stepped into the kitchen. “Justin?”, he asked in a voice as normal as possible after an experience so intense.
The pot Justin held in his hand dropped crashing to the floor. “Sorry! Sorry!”
“Justin!”
Brian stopped him from bowing down and pulled the kid firmly into his arms. He stroked Justin’s back soothingly, his hands wandering up and down the boy’s spine and his lips gently kissing a sweaty temple.
“That was fucking hot”, Brian whispered, breathing in Justin’s unique, by now precious scent.
The boy melted into his body, having waited for some kind of approval. “You liked it?”
“I fucking loved it, sunshine.”
Brian had to admit it. The struggle for dominance and submission had been hot beyond belief. But still… he didn’t know if he wanted to continue this. Shouldn’t the kid keep at least some of his innocence? There was enough time for sexual discoveries… well, when? And, more importantly, with whom?
Because Justin wouldn’t give up. His curiosity would get the better of him, like that first night, when Justin went home with him not knowing what would happen. He was young, foolish and maybe even downright stupid. What if he didn’t choose so well this time? What if he picked up someone up who would abuse, rape, kill - it had happened, especially to… well… people like Justin.
Brian hugged Justin a little tighter. One thing was for sure: If they wanted to go from here, they’d need a safe word.
“Well, now that you’ve got your little fantasy fulfilled…”
He looked at Justin, hazel meeting blue, and grinned:
“…what about mine?”