Treacherous Desire
Title: Treacherous Desire
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Calvin Kavanagh/Acastus Kolya
Prompt: 22 - Blindfold -
50kinkyways
Word Count: 1,600
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Non-con
Disclaimer: I don't own
Author's Notes: This was going to fit the "blood play" prompt, but I figured I could make it a two-parter and not let good bondage go to waste. I could have used the "restraints" prompt, but I want to use that in a more consensual situation with someone else, so I went for "blindfold".
So... as usual, I blame
echelon_ga_l for the pairing, although when she drew it, it was more consensual. I wouldn't go as far as to say this isn't consensual, because Calvin is a man-whore, but... well, see for yourself. PS, the title kinda sucks, but I couldn't think of anything.
Click here for my 50kinkyways prompt table
Shivering in anticipation of what he could not see, Calvin listened for the sound of breathing that would tell him his captor was close. His wrists were bound together with scratchy rope that rubbed against the skin every time he tested his bonds - and he’d stopped doing that around the time his wrists had become a bloody mess. His ankles were bound in a similar way, but spread apart and tied to separate bedposts, leaving him feeling open and exposed. At least the silk of his blindfold was gentle against his face, caressing his cheeks like a lover every time he moved. This mixture of sensations, rough and soft, painful and exquisite, had been slowly driving him crazy ever since Kolya had tied him up and left him here, what seemed like hours ago. He had no idea what had happened to Sheppard and his team, but he hoped they would not see him like this, bound and helpless and painfully hard, his cock leaking pre-come onto his stomach.
Every tiny sound was twice as loud in the darkness. The rustle of bed sheets as Calvin shifted slightly made him freeze, thinking that someone else was in the room, until he realised that he’d been imagining it and could relax again. The deep voices in the corridor outside sounded close. Had Kolya finally come back? A part of Calvin wished he’d appear now and get it over with, whatever he was planning to do to him. Waiting like this in a constant state of arousal was going to kill him, but his treacherous body wouldn’t do what he wanted. His cock betrayed his hidden desire, a fantasy he played over and over in the safety of his bed. He would imagine being tied up like this, unable to see or move, but in his fantasy he was made to wear clamps… squeezing his eyes shut, he’d pinch his nipples until they hurt, imagining what the cold metal clamps would feel like and how helpless he’d feel, writhing with pain and unable to do anything to stop it. The line between pain and pleasure had always been thin for Calvin.
In his fantasy, a man - maybe two - would enter the room (he’d be able to hear and smell them, pure testosterone and manly sweat) and take him without warning, raping him without preparation or anything to ease the way. He’d cry out in pain while arching up in agonising pleasure, pushing himself back on their cocks so that they slid even deeper within him, deeper than he could reach with three fingers. If that was what Kolya planned to do - take his own pleasure without regard for Calvin’s safety, Calvin didn’t know how he’d react. The fact that he might enjoy it scared him more than the Wraith ever had.
But whatever Kolya wanted, if he didn’t return soon Calvin was going to come without even being touched. The dual stimulation of rope and silk, coupled with the fear and excitement of not knowing what was going to happen to him, was becoming too much for him to bear. Electric tingles ran from his cock all the way up his spine, a sweat had broken out over his entire body and his breath was coming in desperate gasps, intermingled with needy whines that made Calvin sound like such a slut.
The murmur of appreciation he heard may easily have been a figment of his imagination, but even so, it provided the shock Calvin needed to hold off his orgasm for a little while longer. For the next few seconds, no matter how hard he strained his ears, he picked up no further sound and was on the verge of believing that he’d imagined it when a cold finger ran lightly down his chest, tracing a definite pattern that Calvin was unable to make out. Unable to suppress a shiver, Calvin at least managed to stop the whimper from escaping his mouth as he imagined what that finger, and the hand that it belonged to, could do to him in his helpless state. All Kolya (and he was sure that it was Kolya in the room with him) had to do was wrap his hand around Calvin’s cock, tease his hole with the tip of one gloved finger - Christ, he only needed to go within an inch of his nipples and Calvin would come harder than he ever had before.
Harsh breath fell on his cheek, warm and smelling of tobacco - Kolya must be standing over him now, bending down close to his face.
“Such a beautiful little whore,” a low voice murmured, and Calvin felt a finger trace his cheek, smelled the leather of his gloves and arched up helplessly, seeking friction, any kind of friction that would ease this ache in his groin. He’d been hard for impossibly long, hours stretched out into days by his perverted imagination.
“Please,” he gasped in a voice so broken he barely recognised himself. The sharp impact of a hand against his left buttock and he couldn’t hold back any longer as the long-awaited orgasm tore through him, emptying his brain out into the chill air through his cock, splattering his stomach. Dark laughter echoed through the room and a hand passed over his stomach, gathering semen and smearing it over his chest, making Calvin shiver uncontrollably as it cooled on his skin.
“You will make a very fine pet,” Kolya told him, voice now dark with desire. “How fortunate that I tied you up here before your friends were able to escape. Another two hours and they would have taken you with them, out of my reach. Thankfully, I managed to convince them that you were dead. They won’t be returning for you any time soon.”
“Sheppard’s team escaped?” Calvin croaked, unable to managed more than a whisper. He felt a conflict of emotions; despair that he would never be rescued blending with relief that Sheppard wouldn’t try to take him away. The ropes that bound him represented a safety that he had never felt on Atlantis - Kolya would keep him alive, treat him roughly but in a way that, deep down, he had always wanted to be treated. A hand came down on his other buttock, spreading the stinging sensation over his entire ass, exposed as it was by the elevated position Calvin was forced into with his legs bent at the knees. He felt his eyes fill with tears and blinked them back furiously, not wanting Kolya to see him cry.
Two gloved hands were kneading his ass now, spreading the cheeks wide enough for a finger to slip inside. “Speak again without permission and I’ll flog your virgin back,” Kolya warned, pushing his finger mercilessly past protesting muscle. Calvin could feel himself becoming hard again as the tears broke free and ran down his cheeks. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, not daring to make a sound.
“Good,” Kolya breathed, and Calvin felt a sense of loss as the finger left his ass. He heard the rustling of fabric, which must have been Kolya standing up because the finger was back on his cheek, chasing the tears and pressing them against his lips. It was a matter of instinct to open his mouth and let the finger ghost over his bottom lip before pushing so far in that it choked him.
“I’m going to do this with my cock, thrust down your throat until your face turns blue,” Kolya was telling him. “I’ll fuck you until the blood eases my way and I’ll beat you until your ass is dark with bruises. And every step of the way you’ll cry and plead and beg for more. Isn’t that right, my pet?”
Calvin only just remembered to hold his tongue, remembering his captor’s earlier threat. His silence was rewarded with a low chuckle and a rough kiss, tongue plundering his mouth in a way that he couldn’t help but respond to, parting his lips to give Kolya access to anything he wanted. When Kolya broke the kiss, gripping his chin tightly in one hand to keep him still, he murmured, “Yes, of course you will. But all of that will come in due time. First, I will claim you as my possession.”
A hand was tugging the blindfold away from Calvin’s face, and his eyes were suddenly assaulted with so much light that he had to squint to avoid being overwhelmed. His glasses had been taken away and he didn’t expect to ever get them back, but his eyesight was good enough to make out the satisfied smile on Kolya’s face as he straightened and turned away to pick something up from the table behind him.
When Kolya turned back with the sharpest fucking knife Calvin had ever seen glinting in his hand, Calvin’s eyes went wide and he almost tore his wrists out of their sockets in his attempt to get the fuck away from it.
“Hush.” With his free hand, Kolya pressed down on Calvin’s chest, roughly stroking over the fine hairs that covered his pale, freckled skin. “This won’t last long, my pet. I’m just going to mark you, and when it’s done I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life, I promise you. Be good for me now and you’ll be rewarded.”
Calvin had no idea what it was that made him calm down and nod his resignation. Maybe something in Kolya’s voice affected him in a primal way that he couldn’t control or ignore. Whatever it was, it had brought his cock back to full hardness and he was watching Kolya wipe his chest clean with a damp cloth and study the skin thoughtfully, as if wondering where to make the first cut.
To be continued...
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Calvin Kavanagh/Acastus Kolya
Prompt: 22 - Blindfold -
50kinkyways
Word Count: 1,600
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Non-con
Disclaimer: I don't own
Author's Notes: This was going to fit the "blood play" prompt, but I figured I could make it a two-parter and not let good bondage go to waste. I could have used the "restraints" prompt, but I want to use that in a more consensual situation with someone else, so I went for "blindfold".
So... as usual, I blame
echelon_ga_l for the pairing, although when she drew it, it was more consensual. I wouldn't go as far as to say this isn't consensual, because Calvin is a man-whore, but... well, see for yourself. PS, the title kinda sucks, but I couldn't think of anything.
Click here for my 50kinkyways prompt table
Shivering in anticipation of what he could not see, Calvin listened for the sound of breathing that would tell him his captor was close. His wrists were bound together with scratchy rope that rubbed against the skin every time he tested his bonds - and he’d stopped doing that around the time his wrists had become a bloody mess. His ankles were bound in a similar way, but spread apart and tied to separate bedposts, leaving him feeling open and exposed. At least the silk of his blindfold was gentle against his face, caressing his cheeks like a lover every time he moved. This mixture of sensations, rough and soft, painful and exquisite, had been slowly driving him crazy ever since Kolya had tied him up and left him here, what seemed like hours ago. He had no idea what had happened to Sheppard and his team, but he hoped they would not see him like this, bound and helpless and painfully hard, his cock leaking pre-come onto his stomach.
Every tiny sound was twice as loud in the darkness. The rustle of bed sheets as Calvin shifted slightly made him freeze, thinking that someone else was in the room, until he realised that he’d been imagining it and could relax again. The deep voices in the corridor outside sounded close. Had Kolya finally come back? A part of Calvin wished he’d appear now and get it over with, whatever he was planning to do to him. Waiting like this in a constant state of arousal was going to kill him, but his treacherous body wouldn’t do what he wanted. His cock betrayed his hidden desire, a fantasy he played over and over in the safety of his bed. He would imagine being tied up like this, unable to see or move, but in his fantasy he was made to wear clamps… squeezing his eyes shut, he’d pinch his nipples until they hurt, imagining what the cold metal clamps would feel like and how helpless he’d feel, writhing with pain and unable to do anything to stop it. The line between pain and pleasure had always been thin for Calvin.
In his fantasy, a man - maybe two - would enter the room (he’d be able to hear and smell them, pure testosterone and manly sweat) and take him without warning, raping him without preparation or anything to ease the way. He’d cry out in pain while arching up in agonising pleasure, pushing himself back on their cocks so that they slid even deeper within him, deeper than he could reach with three fingers. If that was what Kolya planned to do - take his own pleasure without regard for Calvin’s safety, Calvin didn’t know how he’d react. The fact that he might enjoy it scared him more than the Wraith ever had.
But whatever Kolya wanted, if he didn’t return soon Calvin was going to come without even being touched. The dual stimulation of rope and silk, coupled with the fear and excitement of not knowing what was going to happen to him, was becoming too much for him to bear. Electric tingles ran from his cock all the way up his spine, a sweat had broken out over his entire body and his breath was coming in desperate gasps, intermingled with needy whines that made Calvin sound like such a slut.
The murmur of appreciation he heard may easily have been a figment of his imagination, but even so, it provided the shock Calvin needed to hold off his orgasm for a little while longer. For the next few seconds, no matter how hard he strained his ears, he picked up no further sound and was on the verge of believing that he’d imagined it when a cold finger ran lightly down his chest, tracing a definite pattern that Calvin was unable to make out. Unable to suppress a shiver, Calvin at least managed to stop the whimper from escaping his mouth as he imagined what that finger, and the hand that it belonged to, could do to him in his helpless state. All Kolya (and he was sure that it was Kolya in the room with him) had to do was wrap his hand around Calvin’s cock, tease his hole with the tip of one gloved finger - Christ, he only needed to go within an inch of his nipples and Calvin would come harder than he ever had before.
Harsh breath fell on his cheek, warm and smelling of tobacco - Kolya must be standing over him now, bending down close to his face.
“Such a beautiful little whore,” a low voice murmured, and Calvin felt a finger trace his cheek, smelled the leather of his gloves and arched up helplessly, seeking friction, any kind of friction that would ease this ache in his groin. He’d been hard for impossibly long, hours stretched out into days by his perverted imagination.
“Please,” he gasped in a voice so broken he barely recognised himself. The sharp impact of a hand against his left buttock and he couldn’t hold back any longer as the long-awaited orgasm tore through him, emptying his brain out into the chill air through his cock, splattering his stomach. Dark laughter echoed through the room and a hand passed over his stomach, gathering semen and smearing it over his chest, making Calvin shiver uncontrollably as it cooled on his skin.
“You will make a very fine pet,” Kolya told him, voice now dark with desire. “How fortunate that I tied you up here before your friends were able to escape. Another two hours and they would have taken you with them, out of my reach. Thankfully, I managed to convince them that you were dead. They won’t be returning for you any time soon.”
“Sheppard’s team escaped?” Calvin croaked, unable to managed more than a whisper. He felt a conflict of emotions; despair that he would never be rescued blending with relief that Sheppard wouldn’t try to take him away. The ropes that bound him represented a safety that he had never felt on Atlantis - Kolya would keep him alive, treat him roughly but in a way that, deep down, he had always wanted to be treated. A hand came down on his other buttock, spreading the stinging sensation over his entire ass, exposed as it was by the elevated position Calvin was forced into with his legs bent at the knees. He felt his eyes fill with tears and blinked them back furiously, not wanting Kolya to see him cry.
Two gloved hands were kneading his ass now, spreading the cheeks wide enough for a finger to slip inside. “Speak again without permission and I’ll flog your virgin back,” Kolya warned, pushing his finger mercilessly past protesting muscle. Calvin could feel himself becoming hard again as the tears broke free and ran down his cheeks. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, not daring to make a sound.
“Good,” Kolya breathed, and Calvin felt a sense of loss as the finger left his ass. He heard the rustling of fabric, which must have been Kolya standing up because the finger was back on his cheek, chasing the tears and pressing them against his lips. It was a matter of instinct to open his mouth and let the finger ghost over his bottom lip before pushing so far in that it choked him.
“I’m going to do this with my cock, thrust down your throat until your face turns blue,” Kolya was telling him. “I’ll fuck you until the blood eases my way and I’ll beat you until your ass is dark with bruises. And every step of the way you’ll cry and plead and beg for more. Isn’t that right, my pet?”
Calvin only just remembered to hold his tongue, remembering his captor’s earlier threat. His silence was rewarded with a low chuckle and a rough kiss, tongue plundering his mouth in a way that he couldn’t help but respond to, parting his lips to give Kolya access to anything he wanted. When Kolya broke the kiss, gripping his chin tightly in one hand to keep him still, he murmured, “Yes, of course you will. But all of that will come in due time. First, I will claim you as my possession.”
A hand was tugging the blindfold away from Calvin’s face, and his eyes were suddenly assaulted with so much light that he had to squint to avoid being overwhelmed. His glasses had been taken away and he didn’t expect to ever get them back, but his eyesight was good enough to make out the satisfied smile on Kolya’s face as he straightened and turned away to pick something up from the table behind him.
When Kolya turned back with the sharpest fucking knife Calvin had ever seen glinting in his hand, Calvin’s eyes went wide and he almost tore his wrists out of their sockets in his attempt to get the fuck away from it.
“Hush.” With his free hand, Kolya pressed down on Calvin’s chest, roughly stroking over the fine hairs that covered his pale, freckled skin. “This won’t last long, my pet. I’m just going to mark you, and when it’s done I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life, I promise you. Be good for me now and you’ll be rewarded.”
Calvin had no idea what it was that made him calm down and nod his resignation. Maybe something in Kolya’s voice affected him in a primal way that he couldn’t control or ignore. Whatever it was, it had brought his cock back to full hardness and he was watching Kolya wipe his chest clean with a damp cloth and study the skin thoughtfully, as if wondering where to make the first cut.
To be continued...