Texas 26
This is probably what ya'll have been waiting for. I hope it meets expectations. MC
Title: Texas
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: One cold ruthless man and two hot little slaves
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
Dark eyes narrowed in the reflecting glass. Slender fingers trailed over pools of yellow and green. A hiss rose as the tips touched sensitive, shiny pink skin.
He calls me beautiful, he thought, and yet my body is battered.
He wants me.
The small hand cupped straining flesh and slowly tracked up and down. His hips quivered and bucked forward. His mind was filled with smiling lips, kind jewel like blue eyes, and the blonde mane.
He wants me, all of me.
The emptiness in his gut had his hands dropping to his sides. His hand on his flesh brought no satisfaction for his desire. The shiny tag with the letter T glittered. He covered the tag and once again looked at his reflection.
He wants me.
*~*
Salvatore Alonzo knew he was being watched. It was obviously not a threat. His men would die before allowing such near his private chamber. No, it was not a threat.
Blue eyes slitted open and he had to bite back his surprise.
Paul knelt near him on the bed. Perfect, submissiveness in the straight back, the spread thighs, the hands clasped behind his back. The naked body was a testament to his healing. But it was his eyes. The brown depths roved over him hungrily, lust overriding deference, glints of defiance that was all Paul, not the broken Puppy.
The man eased into a sitting position, his back resting against the ornate headboard, the cool, cotton sheets pooled around his waist. He watched as the boy’s trembling hands reached up and grasped his collar.
“Wait, beautiful,” Sal felt as though they were standing upon a precipice about to fall.
The full sensual lips curved into a smile as the latch to the collar was released. The boy let the collar fall from his hand.
“Hey, Sal,” Paul said almost impishly.
Sal’s lips twitched in response. God he was so fucking perfect, the man thought with heat curling in his groin.
“You look,” The brown eyes swept down and then up with bright humor, “tense.” He leaned forward and whispered seductively, “I could give you a hand.”
For the first time in his adult life, Salvatore felt like whimpering. The boy settled in his lap straddling his hips. Alonzo did moan at the warmth pressed against his groin. So close, but frustratingly denied by the cloth between them. He heard a bottle snap open. The boy’s humor turned into a full fledged naughty grin as he began to work the massage oil into the blonde’s tense shoulders.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you Sal?” The voice was a heated breath against the man’s ear. “You want to hold me down and make me cry out. You want to whip my ass red and then fuck me until I can’t walk.” A needy moan escaped Sal’s lips. “You want to make me cum so hard I black out. But then you’ll hold me, you’ll catch me, you’ll keep me safe.”
Sal’s eyes snapped up as he gripped the boy’s nape in his hand. He looked for the blind submission, the mechanics of being Texas’ puppy and found none. It was joy, lust, and tentative peacefulness that had Sal rolling the boy beneath him. Their overexcited bodies made them hiss as their groins rocked into one another’s.
“Tell me you believe that, beautiful.” The man said hoarsely. “I’ll give you all, everything and more. I’ll make you mine.”
The boy’s features were both needy and serene. “Please, Sal, take me. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Their mouths fused. And for Paul, it was all that it had been with Alonzo and so much more. His back arched as the man’s sinful lips began the slow trek over his mostly healed body.
Only Sal, he thought before his mind blanked in ecstasy. His cock was in the warm, wet, wonderful heat. Only Sal thought of his needs, took care of his desires. He did not think of holding back, relying on his training, with Sal he did not have to. He thrust hard and came hard. It had been too long since his body had found release.
As he panted, Sal held him. The man stroked his trembling stomach and pressed kisses against his hair. He looked up curiously.
“Aren’t you going to..”
But Sal placed a gentle finger against his lips.
“Shhhh, let me enjoy you, you are so beautiful when you cum.”
And as his lips parted in surprise, Sal kissed him deeply. Paul reached out and pulled the man against him sighing as their bodies came in contact once again.
The heat was a slow flame licking over Paul’s body. He wanted to cry out as the man slowly began preparing his body. His hips almost levitated off the bed as Sal’s finger slid into him.
“Oh, god, please.”
“Please? Tell me beautiful.” Sal added a second finger and watched the shudder wrack the boy’s body.
Instead, the boy mewled as he braced his feet against the bed and spread his legs wide. Using leverage, he pushed himself down on the fingers in his body.
He whined when the fingers disappeared, leaving him empty and wanting. He cried out in surprise as Sal lay back, pulling him on top of him.
Paul balanced himself, placing his palms against the man’s chest. There was a whisper of pain, a brief flare from his damaged wrists. He almost sighed in relief when Sal gripped his hips to help him get into position. Hissing, the boy’s eyes snapped shut as his body was breached. His bottom settled against the man’s hips and he waited to be fucked. And waited.
The boy looked down at the man curiously, fighting the need to ride the cock inside him. Paul pulled back slightly at the intense gaze.
“Take your pleasure from me, beautiful.” Sal’s voice was a low, guttural command.
Hesitantly, Paul moved his body up and down on the hard flesh. It was strange and freeing. He was usually on his back being dominated, fucked with no thought of whether or not he received pleasure. Yet, he was on top. He felt secure. Sal was still in control, there to catch him and keep him safe.
He let go and allowed himself to slam hard and cry out as the place deep within him was grazed.
“Touch yourself.” And he obeyed. He took himself into his hand as he had earlier, but so much more satisfying, his skin on his flesh and Sal’s cock in his ass.
Sal held onto his release to watch again as the boy arched back and came in his hand. The strong muscles massaging his cock shattered his control. He knew he was adding bruises to the boy’s hips where he gripped him as he plunged over and over into the clutching vise. He roared as he came pulling the boy into his arms.
They were wrecked, emotionally and physically. The boy curled into the man’s arms as they rested.
Paul’s eyes fluttered open. He was warm and comfortable. A larger male body spooned against him and held him close. He slowly turned in those arms. His lips curved in response to the smile that Sal was giving him.
“What?” He asked sleepily.
“I like having you in my bed, beautiful.” Sal squeezed the boy’s ass and pulled him closer. Long fingers brushed the seed slick opening.
Paul burrowed into his chest and his words were muffled. Sal pushed him back and took note of the flush on the high cheekbones.
“What is it? What did you say, beautiful?”
“Paul. Call me Paul.” The boy said shyly.
Sal’s smile was like the sun breaking from behind the clouds. He pulled the boy into his arms and buried his face against the silky hair.
“Paul.” He whispered happily.
Title: Texas
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: One cold ruthless man and two hot little slaves
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
Dark eyes narrowed in the reflecting glass. Slender fingers trailed over pools of yellow and green. A hiss rose as the tips touched sensitive, shiny pink skin.
He calls me beautiful, he thought, and yet my body is battered.
He wants me.
The small hand cupped straining flesh and slowly tracked up and down. His hips quivered and bucked forward. His mind was filled with smiling lips, kind jewel like blue eyes, and the blonde mane.
He wants me, all of me.
The emptiness in his gut had his hands dropping to his sides. His hand on his flesh brought no satisfaction for his desire. The shiny tag with the letter T glittered. He covered the tag and once again looked at his reflection.
He wants me.
*~*
Salvatore Alonzo knew he was being watched. It was obviously not a threat. His men would die before allowing such near his private chamber. No, it was not a threat.
Blue eyes slitted open and he had to bite back his surprise.
Paul knelt near him on the bed. Perfect, submissiveness in the straight back, the spread thighs, the hands clasped behind his back. The naked body was a testament to his healing. But it was his eyes. The brown depths roved over him hungrily, lust overriding deference, glints of defiance that was all Paul, not the broken Puppy.
The man eased into a sitting position, his back resting against the ornate headboard, the cool, cotton sheets pooled around his waist. He watched as the boy’s trembling hands reached up and grasped his collar.
“Wait, beautiful,” Sal felt as though they were standing upon a precipice about to fall.
The full sensual lips curved into a smile as the latch to the collar was released. The boy let the collar fall from his hand.
“Hey, Sal,” Paul said almost impishly.
Sal’s lips twitched in response. God he was so fucking perfect, the man thought with heat curling in his groin.
“You look,” The brown eyes swept down and then up with bright humor, “tense.” He leaned forward and whispered seductively, “I could give you a hand.”
For the first time in his adult life, Salvatore felt like whimpering. The boy settled in his lap straddling his hips. Alonzo did moan at the warmth pressed against his groin. So close, but frustratingly denied by the cloth between them. He heard a bottle snap open. The boy’s humor turned into a full fledged naughty grin as he began to work the massage oil into the blonde’s tense shoulders.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you Sal?” The voice was a heated breath against the man’s ear. “You want to hold me down and make me cry out. You want to whip my ass red and then fuck me until I can’t walk.” A needy moan escaped Sal’s lips. “You want to make me cum so hard I black out. But then you’ll hold me, you’ll catch me, you’ll keep me safe.”
Sal’s eyes snapped up as he gripped the boy’s nape in his hand. He looked for the blind submission, the mechanics of being Texas’ puppy and found none. It was joy, lust, and tentative peacefulness that had Sal rolling the boy beneath him. Their overexcited bodies made them hiss as their groins rocked into one another’s.
“Tell me you believe that, beautiful.” The man said hoarsely. “I’ll give you all, everything and more. I’ll make you mine.”
The boy’s features were both needy and serene. “Please, Sal, take me. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Their mouths fused. And for Paul, it was all that it had been with Alonzo and so much more. His back arched as the man’s sinful lips began the slow trek over his mostly healed body.
Only Sal, he thought before his mind blanked in ecstasy. His cock was in the warm, wet, wonderful heat. Only Sal thought of his needs, took care of his desires. He did not think of holding back, relying on his training, with Sal he did not have to. He thrust hard and came hard. It had been too long since his body had found release.
As he panted, Sal held him. The man stroked his trembling stomach and pressed kisses against his hair. He looked up curiously.
“Aren’t you going to..”
But Sal placed a gentle finger against his lips.
“Shhhh, let me enjoy you, you are so beautiful when you cum.”
And as his lips parted in surprise, Sal kissed him deeply. Paul reached out and pulled the man against him sighing as their bodies came in contact once again.
The heat was a slow flame licking over Paul’s body. He wanted to cry out as the man slowly began preparing his body. His hips almost levitated off the bed as Sal’s finger slid into him.
“Oh, god, please.”
“Please? Tell me beautiful.” Sal added a second finger and watched the shudder wrack the boy’s body.
Instead, the boy mewled as he braced his feet against the bed and spread his legs wide. Using leverage, he pushed himself down on the fingers in his body.
He whined when the fingers disappeared, leaving him empty and wanting. He cried out in surprise as Sal lay back, pulling him on top of him.
Paul balanced himself, placing his palms against the man’s chest. There was a whisper of pain, a brief flare from his damaged wrists. He almost sighed in relief when Sal gripped his hips to help him get into position. Hissing, the boy’s eyes snapped shut as his body was breached. His bottom settled against the man’s hips and he waited to be fucked. And waited.
The boy looked down at the man curiously, fighting the need to ride the cock inside him. Paul pulled back slightly at the intense gaze.
“Take your pleasure from me, beautiful.” Sal’s voice was a low, guttural command.
Hesitantly, Paul moved his body up and down on the hard flesh. It was strange and freeing. He was usually on his back being dominated, fucked with no thought of whether or not he received pleasure. Yet, he was on top. He felt secure. Sal was still in control, there to catch him and keep him safe.
He let go and allowed himself to slam hard and cry out as the place deep within him was grazed.
“Touch yourself.” And he obeyed. He took himself into his hand as he had earlier, but so much more satisfying, his skin on his flesh and Sal’s cock in his ass.
Sal held onto his release to watch again as the boy arched back and came in his hand. The strong muscles massaging his cock shattered his control. He knew he was adding bruises to the boy’s hips where he gripped him as he plunged over and over into the clutching vise. He roared as he came pulling the boy into his arms.
They were wrecked, emotionally and physically. The boy curled into the man’s arms as they rested.
Paul’s eyes fluttered open. He was warm and comfortable. A larger male body spooned against him and held him close. He slowly turned in those arms. His lips curved in response to the smile that Sal was giving him.
“What?” He asked sleepily.
“I like having you in my bed, beautiful.” Sal squeezed the boy’s ass and pulled him closer. Long fingers brushed the seed slick opening.
Paul burrowed into his chest and his words were muffled. Sal pushed him back and took note of the flush on the high cheekbones.
“What is it? What did you say, beautiful?”
“Paul. Call me Paul.” The boy said shyly.
Sal’s smile was like the sun breaking from behind the clouds. He pulled the boy into his arms and buried his face against the silky hair.
“Paul.” He whispered happily.