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AtoZ chapter 4

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Chapter 4 – D is for Double Penetration.

 

 

“This could be very interesting.” The Game Master looked at the two names that had come out of the bowl on day 4.

 

His pet had only just returned from taking Warren Worthington back to New York. He had opted to spend the full 24 hours with Harry, making sure that the young man was ok. He’d watched as the youth had called a potion to him and drank it, almost eradicating the pain in his genitals. The voyeuristic Game Master smiled, pleased that the boy had actually learnt something in his time at Hogwarts. After the potion had worked its magic, they had talked for a while and then they’d had sex, not just once or twice but three times.

 

The pet had said that he suspected the two would be meeting up again. He couldn’t understand why his Master wasn’t more excited by that prospect, but he’d seemed utterly morose, not that he was usually particularly cheery.

 

The young slave waited for his Master to clue him in on who the day’s pairing was going to be. The older man stood and strode purposefully through to the mirror; the brunette took this as his signal to follow. He didn’t even bother trying to stand, he orbed himself straight there. The pain in his feet had lessened but the play that had imitated the CBT had left him hurting still, his Master was mean and refused to give him anything to ease the pain. It was not a pleasant sensation.

 

The dark-lank haired man sneered down at his pained pet, then muttered to the magical mirror. “Texas Hold ‘em.” He rolled his eyes to reflect his derision at the choice of nickname.

 

The image swirled yellows and blues before settling on the image of a tall strongly built man. He had short dark hair, dark brown eyes and was handsome in a strong, square jawed kind of way; not the pet’s usual type at all, but then, most of the guy’s hadn’t been at the start of this.

 

“Nick Stokes, CSI.” The Game Master smirked. “He works for our Gil Grissom.”

 

That caused the young brunette slave to lift his eyes and eyebrows in surprise. “They work together?”

 

“Yes, they do. And both are clueless…But… it gets better, pet.” He whispered into the frame again. “The Central Dogma.”

 

The mirror surface swirled with a colourful rainbow, when it settled the image of Nick had remained and another young man had joined him. They were stood talking, the newcomer was grinning and gesturing with his hands.

 

“Greg…Sanders. Also CSI, they’re colleagues.”

 

The pet laughed as he took in the spikey, colour-dappled hair, brown with blond tufts. He looked like a fun guy. He was nicely built, athletic looking, unlike like the man he was talking to, who looked more like a ball player. He was enthusiastically talking and grinning while Nick Stokes looked at him with the indulgence one would almost show and eager puppy.

 

“Oh boy. This is gonna be a real fun one.”

 

“Yes, pet, I believe it is.” The Game Master smirked.

 

******

 

Nick had been excited to find his name on the message announcing the letter D. He’d been somewhat curious about the other name, but there had been no clue as to whom he might be.

 

He’d accepted a long time ago that he was a switch, the case with Lady Heather had been a real eye opener to him, but it was a subject that had held a vague interest for him since he was in college. As a switch he could easily admit that some guys naturally made him feel submissive and some made him feel dominant.

 

Right now he was staring at the two men in his living room. His analytical brain had gone on vacation the minute they had arrived, materialising out of nowhere. Oddly, that had not been his first worry. That had been directed at the man who was wearing a similar look as the one on his face.

 

“Damn.” Greg was the first to voice the thought they both shared.

 

The Game Master’s pet stood with a grin on his face, “Well, isn’t this fun. You guys already know each other so introductions are a bit surplus to requirement. I’ll be going now…enjoy.”

 

Neither Nick nor Greg had time to reply before the young man had vanished again.

 

“That could get quite annoying.” Greg stated.

 

“Greg…”

 

The young CSI had been nervous as hell about the whole experience, however, finding himself in Nick Stokes’ living room was the epitome of terrifying. He was resisting the urge to just mutter an apology and run. He rocked back and forth on his feet with poorly contained energy. Falling back on the old coping mechanisms of being the funny guy, he held his arms wide and called, “Surprise.”

 

Nick looked at him incredulously, “This is…”

 

“Awkward? Uncomfortable? Embarrassing?” Greg offered.

 

“Unexpected.” Nick finished.

 

“That too.” He rocked back and forth again, “So, not quite the anonymous sex we both had imagined, huh?”

 

“No… not quite.” The dark-haired man was thinking that actually there was a good chance this could be better, provided the petrified guy didn’t bolt on him before they did anything.

 

“Well, we could pretend we don’t know each other.” Greg offered, with a smirk he didn’t really feel. “Hi, I’m Greg.” He held out his hand.

 

That made Nick laugh, it was typical of Sanders to find amusement in any situation. He’d been a bit worried by the lack of quips. “Greg, I don’t have a problem with knowing who I’m having sex with, in fact sometimes it’s preferable.”

 

The spiky-haired man, shifted nervously, was Nick trying to tell him that he liked the idea of sex with him? “So, um… I can go if you’d prefer or… we can just… y’know go ahead?”

 

Nick crossed the room and moved in close to him, he wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled Greg towards him until their lips met. He kissed the younger man hard, his lips demanding and tongue forcing its way in to probe the warm, wet cavern. His mouth all-but melted into the other man’s and fused them together. He wrapped his other arm around his waist and pulled Greg’s body tight against him. His hardness pressing through the fabric against Greg’s hip. When he broke the kiss, Greg was gasping for air, he didn’t pull his body back or release his hold though.

 

“Does that feel like I want you to go?” He asked, his voice low and sultry, his Texan accent slightly thicker as his lust crept in.

 

“N…no.” Greg found himself unable to think right, and it didn’t seem to be a problem for the man in front of him.

 

“Good, because I think it would be a shame to waste this opportunity, don’t you?” Nick’s hand moved lower to grope Greg’s butt.

 

The response was a squeak as shivers ran through his body. Nick chuckled deeply.

 

“Say Greggo, ya wanna come play with me?” He whispered in the trembling guy’s ear.

 

The younger of the two whimpered his response. It was obvious that Nick was taking the lead, and that was perfectly fine by him. He was naturally submissive, always eager to please; it didn’t matter if it was at work or in play. It had meant the end of a number of relationships, as his past partners just couldn’t appreciate his submissive nature; they assumed him weak. It was refreshing for someone to want to take that control.

 

“I take that as a yes?” Nick grinned.

 

Greg nodded, “Please…”

 

His lips were reclaimed in a hungry kiss; the dark haired Texan didn’t know how he’d ever gone so long without doing this. His hands blindly began to undress them both, buttons were pulled open and shirts tossed aside. Nick’s hand slipped between them to cup and squeeze Greg’s cock through his jeans. A wicked image of the boy was in his head and he couldn’t wait to put it into action. He moved them towards the bedroom without breaking the contact between them

 

He pushed Greg forcefully back onto the bed and divested him of his footwear and then his jeans. Tossing the items carelessly away, Nick then pulled off his own pants. He grinned down at the young man sprawled over his bed; there was a gleam in his brown eyes that made Greg shudder.

 

He climbed between the younger man’s thighs and licked and kissed his hard, cut cock, flickering his tongue teasingly over the hard flesh. There was a moan of pleasure from the recipient, but he barely had time to get used to the hot mouth on his dick before it was gone. Nick kissed his way up the lithe body, licking and kissing as he went. He paused to lavish attention on each nipple, before carrying on up to nuzzle at Greg’s neck, before finally reclaiming his mouth.

 

He kissed the young man under him thoroughly, his hand reaching out for the nightstand he pulled the drawer out and grabbed up the lube. When he broke the kiss, they were both panting and flushed.

 

Greg had relaxed quite a bit now, he wasn’t so nervous with what was to come. Although admittedly, double penetration was something he’d never experienced before and he wondered how it was going to be achieved. He was willing to put his body in Nick’s hands though, he trusted him as a friend and colleague and he was surprised to find that knowing him actually made it easier.

 

“Turn over, on your hands and knees.” Nick almost purred into his ear.

 

Greg scrambled to comply, he didn’t even blush as he presented the other man with his butt.

 

“Very nice Greggo, y’know this cute li’l’ butt of yours has been tempting me for a long long time now. I think I owe it a li’l pay back.”

 

That was news to him, that the dark-haired, straight-as-an-arrow CSI had been watching his butt. Him… Greg Sanders…his butt. That seemed like an alien concept; he wasn’t used to being lusted after. He felt warm, strong hands sliding over his butt, there was a light slap to one cheek then the other, they stung a little but it wasn’t hard enough to cause any real pain. Greg’s cock throbbed at the small action and he moaned, wiggling his ass invitingly.

 

Nick chuckled, “Always the eager pup, aren’t ya?”

 

He flipped the lid open on the lube and squeezed a blob onto his fingers; pressing a finger at Greg’s hole he worked the tip in slowly. Fucking it back and forth, he added a twist to it, until the digit had sunk all the way in. The muscle relaxed and he added a second amidst begging words of encouragement. Two fingers slowly worked in and out, scissoring apart and twisting, stirring around in Greg’s anus. When they were seated all the way in, he crooked his fingers and pressed on the sweet spot.

 

“Oh, god, feels so good, please… more… want you, Nick.” Greg moaned and writhed, his cock leaking steadily.

 

“In good time pup, all in good time.” He added a third finger and thrust them in and out, spreading them to relax the sphincter even more.

 

Nick kept his fingers wedged in Greg’s hole while he leaned under the bed and pulled an open topped box out and picked out his toys of choice. Selecting a realistic dildo and a slim but long jelly encased vibe, he pulled his fingers out slowly, rotating them as he did so. He quickly lubed the slim vibe and pressed tip against the entrance of Greg’s boy hole, he sank it slowly in.

 

Greg, always so eager, couldn’t help but push back and the vibe buried all the way in his ass. Nick grinned and turned the dial on the end, setting it in motion. The vibrations reverberated through the younger man’s body and he shivered and moaned.

 

The dark haired man started to fuck in and out with the toy, adding a twist occasionally and stirring it inside, it was only the width of two fingers and he wanted to keep him loose. He pushed a finger in alongside it, feeling the vibrations run down his arm and settle in his groin. He was rock hard and wanted nothing but to be buried in that tight ass. But he had a plan and he could be patient.

 

On the other hand, Greg sounded like he was on the verge of exploding. He was breathing heavily and moaning as he pushed his hips back to meet every thrust of the vibe into his wonton ass.

 

Nick added a second finger with the vibe and stretched the opening more so that he had a small space between the fingers and vibe. He lubed his cock and then slowly, he shifted the fake cock to the side and slowly eased his cock into the gap, as soon as the head was in he eased his fingers out. Greg was clawing at the bed and crying out incoherently. It only then occurred to the older man that he’d forgotten to declare a safeword. He realised he would have to be extra vigilant.

 

He took his time pushing his cock in with the dildo, the vibrations were incredible against his hardness, and he moaned deeply. Gripping hard at the covers, Greg cried out loudly, to Nick’s surprise, he was begging for more. He didn’t stop until his cock was so deep that the base of the vibe pressed against his pelvis.

 

“Oh Christ, Greggo, you feel so fucking good, so tight… can you feel me. Feel my cock in your ass with this vibe. Both a real and a fake cock, side by side, splitting you open, spreading you wide.”

 

Greg moaned loudly in response, he was so close he wanted to cum. He could barely breath, he felt so full up inside and he was so aroused. There was movement behind him. Nick pulled his cock out and flipped him onto his back; Greg didn’t really have time to register this change before the cock was pushing into him again. This time it forced the vibe shaft against his prostate and he jumped, crying out in pleasure.

 

Nick thrust in over and over, leaning over his intense dark eyes burned into Greg’s before he kissed him hard. Gasping for breath, he wrapped his arms under the younger man he flipped them over so that they swapped positions. Greg was on top now and Nick grinned up at him.

 

“Ride me, pup. Show me how much you love my cock and that vibe in your ass.” He groaned out, his hands moving to rest on slim hips.

 

Greg pushed himself up to straddle those hips, he gasped as it pushed the cocks in his ass against the wall of his ass. Throwing his head back he began to rock back and forth. Nick was in heaven, watching the picture of debauchery riding on his cock. He picked up the realistic dildo, that he’d set aside on the bed, and held it up to Greg’s lips.

 

“Suck baby, suck on it like it was mine.” He grinned, with that wicked gleam.

 

His dapple-haired angel did as he was told and took the cock into his mouth. He sucked on it as if it were real, closing his eyes and rubbing his tongue against the shaft. Nick began to fuck it in and out of his mouth in time with Greg’s own rocking motion.

 

It was all too much for him and Nick bucked up, gasping as he filled that hot ass with his spunk. That tripped Greg’s own orgasm and he went rigid, crying out he shot so hard his head spun. Nick continued to slide the dildo in and out of the willing mouth until his boy was spent, then he tossed it aside. He spun them again and pulled slowly out, gripping the vibe and pulling it out with his cock.

 

The spent pair curled up together. Greg whimpered slightly at the empty feeling in his ass, he had been stretched so thoroughly and he could feel Nick’s cum trickling from his hole. He nuzzled against Nick’s sweat sheened neck and sighed happily.

 

“Wow, that was…incredible…never thought I would be able to do something like that.” Greg murmured.

 

“You were fantastic, pup. You looked so hot riding my cock and sucking on that dildo.”

 

“Do you think we’ll get disqualified…? Technically, it was triple penetration.” The younger of the two asked with amusement.

 

“Nah, you just want ta do it all again.” Nick chuckled.

 

There was a long silence that hung in the air between them, as hands lightly caressed the sex-heated skin. Idly they explored each other as each were lost in their own thoughts and the memory of what they’d just done.

 

“Do you think its gonna be weird, after this?” Greg finally gave voice to his concern. “I mean, we can pretend it never happened if you want… but…”

 

Nick grinned, “I was kind of hoping we could do it again. Maybe work through our own alphabet.”

 

The blush that crept up the younger man’s cheeks caused him to hide his face in the other man’s shoulder. “That would be good.” He murmured.

 

“Greg?”

 

“Mmhmm?”

 

“The Central Dogma? What’s that about?”

 

The shrug that he received shook their whole bodies. “I’m a science geek.” Was his only explanation.

 

 

******

 

The Game Master looked over at his pet.

 

The brunette’s head started to move from side to side, anticipating what was to come. “No… please… I couldn’t take that much in my ass, Master.”

 

His cock and balls were still aching, made worse by his arousal. Watching Nick and Greg together had been so hot, he hadn’t expected the younger of the two to get so totally lost in it.

 

“We shall see…boy.”

 

 

Chapter 5 – E is for Electro-play

 

 

“I think you should get it to pick again.” The brunette looked from the mirror to his Master, “it’s obviously made a mistake.”

 

“Its charmed to pick one pair for each letter, it won’t pick again. It must have had a reason, pet.” He wouldn’t admit that he was thinking the same thing. But at the same time, he was also looking at the second of the two that had been selected and thinking, things could be incredibly interesting.

 

“But…” A stern look silenced him from further protesting and he sighed, looking up at the image of Angel.

 

“Angel: The original vampire with a soul.” That was how his Master had introduced him. He tended to think the man was tall, dark and broody. He couldn’t help but wonder how he would look if he actually smiled. He was good looking, very much so, classically handsome. His liquid brown eyes held a tortured quality, with a hint of kicked-puppy syndrome. He was adorable, his presence quietly intimidating, and he was quite obviously a dom. It was that last fact that had him complaining.

 

He watched as his Master opened the armoire, he took out a case and set it down. “When you go, you’ll take this to them. I doubt that they have the toys required for this particular kink.”

 

‘Electro-play’ The brunette, half-wizard thought to himself. He wondered why it unnerved him that his Master had one of these kits, but then he knew why… because it meant that at some point he would be subjected to it. He shuddered, relieved that his body no longer ached; thankfully, his Master had relented and given him a healing potion that morning.

 

He stood and stretched, with a smile he wondered at how many ways this pairing could be an absolute disaster.

 

******

 

Angel had logged on to the group that had quickly become one of his favourites. He generally wasn’t one for modern technology, just doing the bare minimum to make his life easy. But there were people who wanted to keep in contact by email and he didn’t trust Harmony with access to them. So, he’d made the effort to learn how to use a computer. It was when he’d opened the browser window to go to his email account that he saw the curious link in the history. He’d opened it and never looked back.

 

He still had no idea who had been using his machine to look at the site, but he had a vague idea that it was probably the sort of thing his annoying grand-childe would do. He also figured, that judging by the huge grin he’d had on his face a few days ago, that he knew which of the other members he was. He smirked to himself as he moved the mouse cursor to open the latest message.

 

‘Electro-play’. His mind went to an experience he’d had a few years ago and the dark thoughts made him feel stupidly guilty. It was secondary to his musings on the topical kink of the day that he noticed his nickname, ‘Dark Soul’ in the pairing. He almost rubbed his hands together in glee. Utilising his amazing one-fingered typing technique he composed a reply.

 

//I’ll await the arrival of my play partner. But we require appropriate equipment. Dark Soul.//

 

He hit send, turned off his machine and stuck his head out of his door to look at Harmony.

 

“I’m unavailable for the next 24 hours.” He told her. Before she had chance to reply he had vanished.

 

Angel took the elevator to his penthouse and secured the door behind him. He didn’t want any interruptions. He opened his laptop and fixed himself a mug of blood while he waited for it to boot up. The dark vampire knew about electrical torture, but this was meant to be pleasurable. It had been a while and he suspected that there were new and interesting ways to play with it now.

 

******

 

There had been a couple of hours wait for both replies to come in. The one they had been waiting for was accompanied with an apology and an explanation that he’d been busy saving the world. As soon as the reply was in, the Game Master sent his pet off, equipment case in hand.

 

Scott Summers had seen many things in his life, it was part of his job for one thing. So, he wasn’t really bothered when the young brunette appeared in his office. He smiled pleasantly and tidily put away the files he’d been working on. It had been a busy few days with new manifestations going a little haywire. He was looking forward to having a break away from the stress of running the team.

 

“Hi, ready?” The young man asked as he ran a hand through his hair.

 

Scott nodded, “Hi. Yes.” His reply belying a little of the awkwardness he felt.

 

He noticed the case in the other hand and pondered its contents. He hadn’t had much time to think about equipment, but his play partner had already requested some be provided. That niggled a little at him and he had a sneaking suspicion.

 

That niggle developed into a full realisation, after taking the young man’s hand and being transported to a living room, somewhere that wasn’t New York. The two tall, dark-haired men looked at each other. It was totally obvious to anyone who knew anything about the subject that they were both doms.

 

Scott and Angel looked at each other, before turning their gazes on the pet. He gave a small sleepy smile and a shrug.

 

“Scott this is Angel, Angel… Scott. You’ll be needing this.” He set the case down and could swear that he could hear a growl from one of the other men, he would bet his life it was Angel. “I should be going now.” He took a step back from them.

 

“Hey…” Angel didn’t get chance to finish what he was saying as the shimmer of light left in his wake was all that remained of the young man.

 

They went back to glaring at each other.

 

Angel took in the straight postured brunette, he looked to be taller than him by a couple of inches. He had chiselled features and inviting lips. He was also wearing sunglasses, with the oddest red glow from behind them. He was dressed in a white button down shirt and black slacks, it was impossible to tell what kind of physique they concealed. He could smell the man too, fruit and spice, mild annoyance and something else he couldn’t put his finger on that was quite appealing. His heart beat with a slow regularity of the unfazed.

 

Yes, they were both dominant men, used to being in control; the vampire could tell that from the way the man held himself, but if he was honest…he wanted nothing more than to have this sexy man submit to him. The thought of taking control from one who was usually the one in control was powerfully erotic and he felt strangely Angelus like ideas creep through his mind.

 

“We could fight this out or… you could just submit to me willingly.” He pushed his hands in his pants pockets and looked at Scott.

 

Scott’s jaw clenched slightly, “Why should I be the one to submit?”

 

“I’m older… I have experience.” He took a step closer, looking every bit like the vampire stalking his prey that he was.

 

Scott snorted, a small smirk tugged at his lips. “We look similar ages, in fact I think I’m probably older. What makes you think you have more experience than me?”

 

He moved like a flash of lightning, he was impressed that the other man didn’t even flinch when he was suddenly in his face. Angel leaned in, “I seriously doubt it.”

 

Behind his shades, Scott blinked. The red glow dimmed then renewed, it fascinated the vampire and he inclined his head slightly. He took a deep breath and scented no trace of fear.

 

“Is that supposed to impress me?” The glow behind the X-man’s shades flared slightly. His hand clenched into a fist and released, but he showed no other outward sign of being bothered by the display of speed.

 

“Impress? Can’t say that’s what I intended. For the record, I’ve lived over 700 years. Boy.” It didn’t even bother Angel that he was feeling particularly Angelusy, he wondered if the others would be reaching for the stakes about now. He resisted the urge to chuckle.

 

“700 years?” Scott’s logical brain was studying the man carefully now. He never even reacted to the blatant use of the word ‘boy’ being used to put him in his place.

 

Angel smirked, “500 of them were spent in hell.”

 

He turned away and picked up the case, carrying it to the coffee table he set it down and clicked it open. Leaving Scott to process the information. He looked at the goodies inside and an almost evil smile spread across his face.

 

“So, you’re older, why does that mean that you automatically get to be the dominant one?”

 

Scott frowned. His eyes were evaluating the whole time. He had to admit that he found the guy attractive, he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that. But the whole situation would have been much more enjoyable if they’d had a sub to share.

 

Angel sent him a wicked look that actually made him swallow hard and his cock started to harden. Maybe he wouldn’t be such a bad person to submit to.

 

The vampire could smell the slight tang of arousal in the air and he stalked slowly back to the other man. It was time to employ some Angelus charm, it made him wish he’d dressed in leather. He circled him slowly, coming up behind him he leaned his lips close to an ear and whispered into it.

 

“Think how good I can make you feel, the pleasure we can share. There’s no shame in giving over control to me… one day… that’s all it is. And who’s going to know, it’s just you and me. I’ll help you let go, release all the tension you carry. You’re always the one who has to be in control aren’t you? Don’t you wish that for once you could let someone else take care of you?” His smooth voice eased like honey into the other man’s mind, he blew cool unneeded air against the sensitive flesh of his ear.

 

Scott’s cock stiffened more, the man was luring him in and he felt almost helpless to resist. His heart rate picked up a little.

 

Angel was encouraged by the scent coming off his prey and the speeding up of his heart. Something tickled his nose and he recognised the chalk dust that almost made him sneeze, so the man was a teacher?

 

“Come on, Scott.” He purred, “Give yourself over to me, you know you’ll enjoy it. I’ll make you feel so good. You can forget about work and responsibility, forget about being a role model to those kids you teach. It’ll just be me and you and lots of pleasure. Nothing else will matter.”

 

Blunt teeth nipped at his neck and Scott found himself tilting his head to the side, it was too tempting, the idea of being able to let go for a while.

 

The younger man baring his neck to him was all that Angel needed, it was a simple act of submission, but it was a poignant one. “You need a safe word.” He said softly.

 

His mind had gone on vacation and he wasn’t feeling particularly creative, Scott nodded, “Safe. Just that… it’ll do.”

 

“Good.” Angel could appreciate keeping it simple.

 

He breathed cool air over hot skin, then delicately ran his tongue over the juncture of his neck, all the way up to circle around the earlobe. His big hands reached around and started to undo buttons, one by one, until the shirt hung open. He pulled it out of the waistband and ran his hands over the well-muscled torso appreciatively. The clothes had been deceptive; he was a fit guy.

 

Angel’s hands roamed as his mouth and tongue lapped at the pulse point of Scott’s neck. Later he would request a taste, but right now he didn’t want to scare him off. He found his nipples and toyed with them, circling and pinching lightly.

 

The brunette X-man was so lost in the wicked things that Angel’s mouth was doing, he was slow in registering the descent of his hands until they were at his belt. He moaned softly, as fingers ever so lightly teased the skin just above the waistband, before starting on his belt and fly. As soon as his pants were open one of those hands slipped inside and rubbed the palm against his hardness.

 

Scott gasped and arched, resting the back of his head against Angel’s shoulder, while he pushed his hips forward. He could definitely get into this. The strong hand was sliding up and down his shaft but not wrapped around him, it was maddening. He groaned in frustration.

 

Angel was torn, part of him wanted to make this man cum in his pants before they played, but the other part, the demony part, wanted to keep him on edge until later. The dilemma was whether an orgasm would make him more compliant or less? He decided not to take the risk; he wanted to torment him more yet. He pulled his hand out and slowly pushed the pants down his thighs, when he released them they puddled around Scott’s ankles. The vampire considered that it was a good look for him.

 

He moved round in front of Scott and crouched down to remove his shoes, pants and socks. He tossed them to the side, one hand on each leg, he slowly slid his way back up that sexy body. He finished by sliding the shirt fully off his shoulders and it dropped to the floor. He looked into that handsome face and was disconcerted by not being able to look into the man’s eyes. There had been a flash of red light from behind them earlier and he figured they weren’t just a fashion statement.

 

“Close your eyes.” He told his now naked companion.

 

“Why?” Scott asked through the fog of his mind.

 

“I’m going to take these off.” He tapped the arm of them. “I assume you wear them for a reason and I don’t want a nasty surprise.”

 

Cyke surprised himself and started to laugh. He noticed the frown on Angel’s face and it helped him break out of his chuckling. “I’m sorry, but you’re right, you would get a nasty surprise… that’s probably an understatement. There’s a reason for my username you know.”

 

Angel had expected an objection, he thought he might have pushed a step too far with the realisation that he was taking the man’s sight from him. But a few moments later he saw the light dim behind the glasses.

 

“They’re closed, its safe. Can I request a blindfold? I can keep them closed, but if you want me to let go then I won’t be able to do that without a blindfold.” Scott explained without the question being asked.

 

He felt them lifted off his face. “I’ll fetch something.” Angel whispered.

 

Angel wasn’t gone long, when he returned he gently place a length of silk over Scott’s eyes and tied it at the back of his head. He sealed the action with a soft kiss on lush lips but made no attempt to deepen it. The vampire had also retrieved a hard backed chair. He guided the other man to sit on it, his hands gentle and insistent.

 

“Trust me.” He whispered; he’d pushed the silver-tongued Angelus back for a moment, he allowed the soft tone of his soul to speak instead. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

 

He slid strong hands up over a muscular shoulder as he moved round behind the other man, gently pulling his arms round behind the back of the chair, he used another strip of silk to bind thick corded arms. His partner was built like a fighter, he allowed his hands to lightly caress and massage over bulging muscles. Occasionally, he dipped his head to kiss a spot on the warm flesh.

 

It was only just filtering through to Scott’s, lust foggy, mind that the hands caressing him were cold. Not icy cold, just cold, but it was in stark contrast with his overheating body. A shudder ran the length of his body at the realisation of what this man might be. If anything he found it more reassuring, and at that moment he started to worry about his sanity. A small smile played over his lips. He felt the hands sliding over him again and his ankles were tied apart to the front chair legs with more silk.

 

Scott was left to sit there for a few moments, he could just and so hear Angel moving round, so he wasn’t too bothered by the quiet. It gave him a chance to gather his thoughts and calm himself down.

 

Angel was peering into the case that the Game Master’s young pet had brought. There was quite a selection in there and he was trying to decide where to start. Carefully, he picked out the violet wand and the largest bulb attachment for it. He assembled it and plugged it in. Then quickly he shed his own clothes and moved back to his captive guest.

 

He touched the cold bulb against Scott’s right ankle then pressed the button, on its lowest setting. He broke contact with the skin, watching the purple glowing bulb and the arc of electricity that joined it and the lightly tanned skin. Scott squirmed slightly but didn’t make any noise. He pulled it slightly further away so there was a clear gap. This drew a moan from the bound man. Angel decided that he liked this response, ever so slowly he moved up over the calf muscle, being sure to keep the same distance as he progressed.

 

He moved it up over the right thigh, moving it to glide up the inside. He noticed Scott visibly tense as it drew nearer to his groin, but the man was made of strong stuff and he didn’t try to close his legs. He was moaning at the sensation and Angel moved it so that it would briefly arc across the erection, before he moved down the inside of the left thigh.

 

As the tingling sensation past over his erection, Scott couldn’t help the louder moan and the jerk his body gave as his cock bounced happily. He was more surprised with how pleasurable it had felt.

 

When Angel had reached the left ankle he turned the wand off. He waited a few moments, leaning in to lap at the precum that was oozing from Scott’s cock. Then he moved away and swapped the large bulb for the small one, it would make the sensation more concentrated on one spot and therefore stronger.

 

He started back where he’d left off and touched it to the skin before he turned it on, knowing from what he’d read that there would be no sensation while it was in contact. Then, as he’d done before, he slowly pulled it back, watching the arc of electricity. The moan from above came sooner, but rather than stopping then, he moved it a little further away.

 

It caused a gasp and muttered words, from Scott, of “Oh Christ.”

 

Angel grinned in triumph and moved the wand back up along the path he’d descended via. When he reached the top of the left thigh Scott had started to whimper. He let it arc to his balls this time and there was a cry of pleasure-pain at the sensation.

 

“Oh…fuck…please…I need to cum.” Scott gasped.

 

“Not yet, my boy.” The endearment slipped unbidden from Angel, he made no effort to correct himself and there was no protest from the bound man.

 

The wand was slowly trailing a tingling, teasing path down the right leg. Angel moved so slowly with it. This time when he reached the ankle he moved it further away again until he heard the kind of sound pulled from Scott that he wanted to hear. He saw the other man’s head had rolled back and he could see his chest heaving to suck in air. His ears clearly picked up the heavy, rapid beating of his heart. As he blazed the path this time he moved the wand in and out, so the intensity of the zapping was varied, moving from a tingle to a nip at the flesh.

 

Angel didn’t allow it to arc to Scott’s genitals on this pass, he knew the guy was already too close. He continued his tease, drawing moans whimpers and gasps of pleasure and sometimes pain from the blindfolded man.

 

Reaching the end of his path he switched the wand off and set it aside. Leaning in between the spread thighs, he lapped at the oozing juice then sucked the head into his mouth. As Angel sank down the shaft of the hard 7” cock he sucked and undulated his tongue against it. He was half way down, when Scott cried out and shot his cum into the waiting mouth. The vampire swallowed hungrily, savouring the essence of the man and hoping later to taste more fully. As he pulled off the softening flesh he gently scraped his blunt human teeth along the sensitive flesh.

 

Scott was panting harshly, slumped slightly in the chair. Angel looked up at the sight of him with a smile and licked his lips where the taste of him lingered. They were far from finished, though.

 

“Ready for more, my boy?” He had moved away before speaking and was reading instructions for the contact pad.

 

Angel had read about it on the net and it sounded like wicked fun, essentially wiring yourself up so you were an electrical conductor, giving the wearer lightning hands.

 

The reply was a somewhat weary moan at first, then a more resounding, “yes,” followed.

 

There was a smirk of approval on his face as he followed the instructions. He strapped the contact pad to himself. Then he attached the convenient foot switch that came with the kit.

 

Satisfied, he moved close and pressed his hands on Scott’s thighs before putting his foot on the switch. The shock that ran between them was a tingle, slowly he pulled his hands back slightly and watched as the other man bucked in his seat. He ran his hands over strongly muscled thighs and calves like that, both of them feeling the effect. Varying between tingles and bites.

 

He held a finger up to Scott’s nipple and watched the arc that leapt between the fingertip and the tender nub. He moaned and the other man yelped and arched. His cock was rapidly returning to hardness. Angel just knew he was going to have to invest in one of these sets for his own use. He repeated the action on the other nipple but was careful to not risk passing a current over the other man’s heart.

 

He ran a hand up Scott’s right arm, across the back of his neck and down the left. They both moaned at the tingling sensation as they both felt the effect of it connected like they were, it was intense.

 

Coming back around in front, Angel trailed a finger along the other man’s rapidly returned erection. Scott jumped, bucked and cried out; he couldn’t begin to explain how incredible that sensation was. Then, the fingers wrapped around his cock and slowly stroked him, the other hand cupped his balls and fondled them.

 

“Will you let me fuck you?” Angel whispered, close to his ear.

 

Scott was in so much pleasure-pain that he couldn’t comprehend the question at first. He was a virgin in that way and he didn’t think he was ready to give that up just yet. He shook his head, not wanting to disappoint but not so far gone he would give it all away.

 

Angel was disappointed but he accepted it, he wouldn’t push the issue.

 

“Fingers are ok, though.” Scott gasped out just as Angel was burying his disappointment.

 

It made the vampire smile. He untied the ankles from the chair legs and without being asked, watched as the younger man adjusted his position and pulled his feet up, leaving his hole open. Angel spread some lube on his fingers, then massaged the tight sphincter gently.

 

“Oh…god…that’s…” The words dissolved into a moan. “More.”

 

Angel smirked and pushed the finger all the way in, it felt incredible to him so he could only guess how it felt to the receiver. The fact that Scott was panting and shaking his head was an indicator. He let his other hand wander over hips and thigh until wrapping around the hard, leaking cock. He stroked Scott off, one finger fucking in and out of his hole, electricity sizzling between the two contact points. When Scott cried out and came again, that and the feeling in his fingers, was enough to send the vampire over the edge too and he came without ever touching himself.

 

They were both gasping for air, even though Angel didn’t need to breath. He pulled his finger out and let go of Scott’s softening cock. Careful not to touch him anywhere else, he gently kissed him on the lips, the tingle was thrilling and he deepened it, letting his tongue swipe over a plump lip. He was kissed back with equal gentleness as feet were lowered back to the floor.

 

Angel drew back and took his foot off the switch. He disconnected the attachments and moved to untie the bound wrists.

 

“I’m going to leave the blindfold on and carry you to bed, I dunno about you, but need a rest after that.” He said softly as his hands massaged the wrists.

 

Scott nodded his agreement, too spent to say or do anything else.

 

******

 

“So little faith.” The Game Master sneered at his pet.

 

“That was…so hot.” His pet conceded. “I have to admit though, I thought for a little while there they were gonna stay at a stand off.”

 

“Well, you never counted on Angelus putting in his two pence. That silver-tongued demon can talk anyone into bed.” He continued to sneer as he stood and offered his hand to his pet.

 

The young slave rose to his feet and took the hand. “I knew he’d look good when he smiled though…in a scary vamp kind of way.” He scowled and shuddered a little.

 

 

Chapter 6 – F is for Figging.

 

 

The young slave woke feeling the best he had in a few days. Today was the letter F and he was looking forward to seeing which pairing would be generated. It seemed to him that the charmed bowl was going to give everyone a go before it started to repeat participants in the pairings. He was still musing on what he’d seen the previous day. A smile played on his lips; Scott had gone from being uptight dom, to offering his neck to the vamp. They had spent quite some time in bed together and traded blowjobs.

 

When he had returned to take Scott home, Angel had told the X-man that if he ever wanted to let go again, to send him an email. The Game Master’s pet was happy. They were only 5 letters down and already there were some strong connections being formed between the members. A part of him couldn’t help but wonder if that had been his Master’s plan all along.

 

******

 

Logan glanced either way before he silently entered the library. He fired up one of the computers and stroked a stubble-roughened cheek. It was F today, and the first thing that had come to his mind was fisting. He knew there weren’t many left who’d yet to have a turn, so a part of him was nervous. If he was paired with someone for that particular kink it could be a real difficult one. Who would want to be fisted by a man with three adamantium claws in his hand?

 

He chuckled as he opened the page. He read the opening few lines about the success of the previous pairing and it was promised that a written account all scenes would follow later. His eyes skipped ahead and read that F was in fact for Figging, and there was his name in the pairing ‘Unbreakable’. It wasn’t very imaginative on his part but it had been the best he could come up with at the time.

 

The Canadian grinned at the kink. So… figging…! He was a well-travelled man and an incredibly experienced dominant. He knew all about that particular kink and hoped that he would have a nice, unsuspecting sub to introduce to it. He thought about how loud the last sub had been that he’d done such a thing with and a feral grin twisted his lips.

 

//I am unable to entertain my partner here, please arrange an alternative. I also require a short time to prepare the necessary. An hour will be sufficient. Unbreakable.//

 

He read back over his polite words then hit send.

 

******

 

Draco had never been so grateful that his mother had gone to the house in Paris for a month. He had Malfoy Manor all to himself, he’d roamed the rooms for days waiting for his shot at the game. He was growing impatient; he was a Malfoy, who were they to keep him waiting? Well he would show them, he wasn’t about to be pushed around.

 

A tiny voice whispered at the back of his mind that he liked the idea of being pushed around. He tried to ignore it, but what was the point in arguing with himself, it wasn’t like he could fool his own mind. Hell, he’d tried for long enough. So, he was gay… big deal. Even his mother hadn’t fainted at that news. That he wanted to be dominated, taken and used for another’s pleasure was a little more difficult for him to get to grips with. He’d looked into it quite a bit after seeing a muggle DVD, but he’d never had the nerve to try it.

 

The worst thing was admitting to himself that the animosity that he’d carried for Potter all the way through school had been redirected desire. It was the truth though, and scarier still was, the only one he could imagine submitting to willingly was Harry Potter. He had to admit, at least he had the power to be worthy of such a gift. But still…Harry ‘golden boy’ Potter?! He sighed.

 

Draco reached his bedroom and headed for his laptop. It was permanently on standby, he spent many hours amusing himself in chat rooms of late. Cyber submission was the closest he’d ever got, but he was too wilful even for that. He was often told he was a brat and not a true submissive. It infuriated him; those people knew nothing about him and had no right to pass such judgement.

 

The ex-slytherin logged in to the group and opened the first new message. His grey eyes picked out his name first. With an excited nervousness dancing in his stomach, he returned his gaze to read from the beginning.

 

“Figging? What in Merlin’s name is figging?” He spoke aloud in his clipped English accent.

 

He looked at the other name and wondered what the man would be like. In a sort of daze he ran his finger over his own username ‘little dragon’ and sighed. The next couple of messages were a reply from his proposed partner and the Game Master’s response to the request for an alternative location, it asked if he was able to entertain.

 

Draco clicked reply and sent a response, to the effect that his partner was welcome there.

 

He had only just stood up from the computer when a noise made him turn around. The teenaged blond looked from the tall brunette with the collar to the short muscular guy beside him. Draco swallowed hard. He hadn’t been expecting them so soon and he’d wanted to look up more info on this ‘figging’ thing.

 

The pet smiled at the good looking blond in front of him. He was tall, over 6’, with grey eyes, that at the moment looked stormy and troubled. His frame was slender, dressed in jeans and a snug t-shirt, his face classically aristocratic in structure. A quiet growl from beside him brought his attention back to the moment. He blushed, slightly.

 

“Draco Malfoy, this is Logan… Logan, Draco.” He introduced them with a happy smile.

 

Leaning in to Logan’s ear he whispered, “he’s a wizard, before you start ask him for his wand…oh… and it’s his first time, he’ll be…bratty.”

 

The feral Canadian was about to respond, when that tinkling sound signalled that he was too late. He looked at the young blond; his enhanced mutant senses telling him all kinds of interesting things about his emotional state. He smiled his most pleasant smile and took a step nearer, his hand clutching the small bag that held what he needed.

 

“Relax kid, I ain’t gonna bite.” He inclined his head to the spot the brunette had vanished from. “He told me ta ask ya fer ya wand.” He held out his hand, his tone was fairly soft compared to his usual, but there was no doubt that he expected obedience.

 

Draco looked at him, the man was strongly built, handsome in a rugged way. He looked like the kind of man who wasn’t normally messed with. Dark hair combed back and stubble roughened face. He had compelling blue eyes and the young man found himself desiring the strangely rugged man. But handing over his wand? That was a whole something else.

 

“Kid, if ya don’t give me the that wand, I’m callin’ our friend back an’ leaving.” Logan watched as a pout formed on the blond’s face. He suspected he was a spoilt brat, always used to getting his own way. Well, things would be different with him.

 

“I’m not a kid.” Came the petulant reply.

 

The feral snorted, “Damn near everyone’s a kid ta me.” His hand didn’t retract; he held it there patiently. “And the pouting won’t work on me either.”

 

Draco reached into the back of his jeans, took his wand out and he slapped it down in the other man’s hand. It earned him a quiet growl, but nothing was said as he watched as the wand was pushed into the side pocket of the bag he was holding.

 

Logan set the bag aside; they were going to have to do something else before he tried with the kink of the day. He needed the boy to relax and trust him. He pulled the massage lotion from his bag, and smiled at him.

 

“Why don’t ya get outta them clothes, darlin’.” He encouraged, as he pulled his own white t-shirt off over his head. He crouched and unlaced his boots, pulling them off and setting them neatly aside.

 

There was hesitation, where the blond looked at him uncertainly. Then he was looking at that massive hairy chest, his jeans felt suddenly tight.

 

Logan tilted his head and studied him carefully; he could scent arousal, nervousness and a small hint of fear. Noticing that it was going to be ideal for restraining the boy, he tossed the bottle of oil onto the large four-poster bed, and then stepped close to Draco. He could almost see the inner battle going on with the boy.

 

“Tell me what ya need, darlin’?” The Canadian was working hard to soften his usual gruffness, he wasn’t entirely sure of its success, but he tried anyway.

 

“I…” The blond wizard dropped his eyes to his shoes, he shuffled his feet, and he felt young and stupid. He cursed the Malfoy pride. “I…need you to make me.”

 

Logan used his index finger to raise that downcast face and considered the statement a moment, then gave a single sharp nod. The boy needed to be put in the position where he felt like the choice was not his, he could do that. “Tell me your safe word, boy?”

 

Draco looked thoughtful, “Red.” He said, finally.

 

Logan nodded again. He grabbed a hand full of blond hair and pulled the boy’s face down level with his own. “Now, ya can strip yerself, or I can do it fer ya, and I won’t be s’ kind on yer clothes.” He let the growl echo through his words, extending a single claw out to the side. He watched as the boy swallowed hard.

 

“O…Ok.”

 

“Ok?” He growled again. “The proper response is “Yes, Sir.” Try it, boy.”

 

“Yes, Sir.” Draco’s voice was quiet, and it sounded to himself like he squeaked. The tone and change in attitude had sent blood rushing to his cock.

 

The blade that had come out of the man’s hand both terrified and intrigued him. The man was powerful and worthy; he would be able to give in because he could easily tell himself he had no choice.

 

Logan let go of the handful of hair, roughly pushing him away from him. He smirked as the boy who’d stood before him not so long ago, silently protesting, was replaced by an eagerly compliant one. The t-shirt was stripped off and tossed over the back of the chair, the pale skin reddened as long slender hands unbuttoned and slid down his jeans, leaving him stood in black boxer briefs. He hesitated then.

 

“Them too, or I’ll cut ‘em off ya.” Logan pointed to the shorts; he could already smell the arousal and see the outline of an impressive hard on.

 

Cheeks burning with embarrassment, Draco lowered his shorts. His hands were shaking slightly, but he didn’t stop until they slid all the way to the ground. He stepped out of them, picked them up and added them to the pile of clothes on the chair. His skin felt like it was prickling with goose bumps, but not from the cold. He held his hands in front of him to preserve his rapidly fading modesty.

 

The Canadian stepped forward and slapped the hands away. “Show me.”

 

They fluttered away, and to the older man’s amusement the blush deepened even further. Logan reached a hand out to feel and assess the cock that was so hard it was almost vertical. He stroked the pale flesh, finding it to be every bit as silky as it looked.

 

Draco moaned and bit his lip at the sensation of that rough hand on his sensitive erection. He gasped and tried to thrust up into the hand. The moment he did, the hand was removed. He groaned his frustration, looking into amused eyes.

 

“Ya only get what pleasure I choose ta give ya, boy.” Logan told him gruffly. “Ya understand?”

 

The blond gasped at that idea and nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

 

The Canadian ran a hand up the alabaster chest, fingers caressing its silky softness. “Down on yer knees, boy.” He said suddenly and took a step back.

 

There was a hesitation from Draco and it caused Logan to emit a low growl. That was enough to send the young blond down onto his knees. He remembered the things he’d read on the net and the things that had been said in cyber chats. He spread his thighs, but was so self-conscious it was only a little way. His back was straight as always and his butt rested on his heels. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, but gathered folding them in his lap would be out; so instead he held them behind his back, one hand gripping the other wrist. He couldn’t bring himself to look up though and his head was bent to look down at the ground.

 

Logan was pleased with the posture for a first time. “Spread yer thighs a bit more.” He instructed.

 

The blond obeyed.

 

“That’s very good, boy.” He ran his hand through the fine silky hair, letting it tickle his fingers as he stroked it. “Keep yer hands where they are.”

 

Logan used his free hand to unfasten his fly and pulled out his thick hard cock. He moved in close to Draco and with the hand that was in his hair, he pulled him the rest of the way to his crotch.

 

“Suck me, darlin’. Show me what ya can do with that mouth of yers.” He encouraged still gripping that hair.

 

That sweet tongue darted out and flickered over the head, tentatively. Logan gasped at that first touch, his hand flexed and released, then was joined by the other hand. He held the blond’s head steady while he went to work.

 

Draco had only given a few blowjobs but he had received plenty, he knew what felt good on him and hazarded that it would work in this case too. The hands on his head were arousing, they reminded him of his position, that he really had no choice in this unless he wanted it all to stop. He took the head into his mouth and sucked on the first inch or so. He’d never seen such a thick cock and the idea of it stretching his mouth wide was intoxicating. He felt like a cock sucking slut and wouldn’t have minded if that’s what he was being called. His own dick pulsed at the thought.

 

Thin, pale pink, lips slowly made their way down Logan’s shaft as he watched that mouth stretched around him. It made such a pretty sight.

 

“That’s it, boy, suck it. Show me how much you love to suck cock.” He growled.

 

It spurred the young man on; he stroked his tongue against the underside over and over as he slid his lips up and down. Draco sucked at the hard rod eagerly; he wanted the reward that would come with a job well done. He was a high achiever, always wanting to excel in anything he did.

 

Logan gripped at the silky hair and started to thrust his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of that hot wet mouth. The young man seemed to realise that it was best to just relax in the grip and allow his mouth to be fucked. The feral mutant’s rhythm was slow and not particularly deep, he felt the suction around his cock as he pulled out, that released as he pushed back in. He could also feel the tongue rasping against the underside. He was breathing harshly and his balls were pulled up tight. He moaned deeply, it turned into a growl and he pushed back in and came hard; filling the waiting mouth with his spunk.

 

Gasping, Logan told him “Swallow it, boy.”

 

He watched a slight grimace flicker in the boy’s face before he felt the swallowing around his cock. It caused him to moan and a final trickle made its way out. With a satisfied smile, he pulled his cock from that pliant mouth.

 

Draco licked his lips; he had his own smile on his face as his eyes peeked up from under white blond lashes. He looked almost angelic like that. Logan growled, with desire.

 

“Up on the bed, on yer hands and knees.”

 

Watching as the young wizard climbed up and positioned himself right in the middle of the bed on all fours, Logan put his cock away and zipped back up. He reached for the bag. Inside he had stashed the prepared ginger root, he’d peeled and shaped it to resemble a butt plug, with a flange to stop it slipping all the way in and a ridge so that it wouldn’t just pop back out. The Canadian set the zip-lock bag aside and pulled out the restraints he’d brought.

 

Draco was on edge, he’d never been in a position like this before, but he was also feeling like Logan understood his need to not have a choice. He was a brat, that much he knew to be true, and if given even the smallest opportunity he would react. His partner in this was obviously a strong dom, he knew how to gain compliance. And the young wizard had to concede, that in a rugged and rough kind of way, he was sexy.

 

The mutant moved to the bed and fastened the leather cuffs around the blond’s slender wrists, connecting them together, he then ran a chain from them to the head of the bed and fastened it back on itself to secure it. He watched with some amusement, as the young man couldn’t resist pulling to test them. He tested the fastenings on the cuffs by trying to pull them apart then tested the chain by pulling back on it. Only then was he satisfied and settled, his head dropping submissively.

 

Logan was pleased with the visual effect; it was simple but so telling. The tall thin youth, positioned obediently on the bed, his head bowed not in defeat but in acquiescence. He ran a hand along the sleek pale back and over the perfect bubble butt. The burly man gave a light swat to one ass cheek, then the other. The young man gasped but didn’t try to pull away.

 

Grinning to himself, he retrieved the zip-lock bag and headed to the en suite bathroom that he’d noticed. He took the root from the bag and ran it under the cold water; it was the only lube that could be used or it would it would prevent the full sensation getting through. When he returned to the boy, Logan was pleased that he hadn’t moved from how he’d left him. Crawling up onto the bed, he spread the pale globes, leaned in and swiped his tongue over the tiny pucker. It elicited a moan from Draco and he smiled, triumphantly. The cool wet tip of the root touched the tiny pucker and a shiver ran along the young man’s body.

 

Not letting him wonder about the sensation, Logan slowly pushed the shaped root in, not pausing until it fitted all the way in, only stopped by the flange. There was a moan of pleasure at the sensation of being filled and a wriggle of that cute butt as Draco tried to feel more of it. The feral Canadian sat back and waited, he was mentally counting down the time.

 

It was only a couple of minutes later that the slight wriggling stilled and the blond head snapped up.

 

“What the??” Draco cried out as he felt the slow cool burn start in his ass.

 

A smirk tugged at Logan’s lips and he watched and waited. The boy writhed a little as if trying to dislodge the root plug, but that soon stilled when he realised that his movements were making it worse.

 

In Draco’s ass a fire had been lit, white heat clawed at the walls and he whimpered. It felt good and bad at the same time, but then the heat continued to increase. His eyes watered and his head dropped again as his arms began to shake.

 

Logan kept a check on the reactions and the time. After 5 minutes he stepped back up to the boy and started to land light swats to his butt.

 

Draco cried out in surprise and then again, as the responding clench of his ass only increased the fire in his ass. The tears broke free and ran down his cheeks. He didn’t beg, Malfoy’s don’t beg, but Merlin he wanted to, he wanted to beg and plead and offer to do anything to make it stop. His mind had completely forgotten the agreed upon safe word.

 

Keeping up the swats to the butt with one open palm, Logan reached around the boy’s waist with the other and wrapped the other hand round his cock. He was more than a little surprised to find the young blond’s cock was hard and dripping. He stroked it firmly a few times, and then stopped, he smirked as the slim hips started to move to try and thrust the cock into his big hand. The sudden flash of fire caused a loud cry of pleasure-pain and Draco all but reared up and stilled in his thrusting.

 

The swats continued to rain down, stinging the skin. That pale behind was now a pleasant blushing shade of pink. Logan knew that the boy would be squirming from his hand if it weren’t for the ginger fire in his ass. The kid learned fast, that was for sure.

 

Checking the time, he saw 10 minutes had passed since the boy had started to react. He stroked the silky smooth cock again, just enough to keep the boy’s pleasure coursing through his veins, but not enough to bring him to the edge. This time when he stopped, the hips didn’t thrust, and he grinned. Training a boy that learned so quickly would be an absolute delight and he envied whoever managed to collar him.

 

Logan twisted the plug in the boy’s ass then slowly started to fuck it in and out. The large man was rock hard again; the bulge of his erection was evident under the denim of his jeans.

 

Draco cried out over and over as the root slid over the sensitive skin, sending jolts of heat through him. He gasped for air, his lungs feeling too small in his chest. Sweat dripped from his brow, mixing with the moisture from his tears as it splashed down onto the bed covers. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so totally aware of his body, particularly that part that was being slowly and methodically fucked. He would not beg.

 

It had been 15 minutes and the cries had lessened, the salty tang of tears in the air had decreased too. Logan wanted to pull that plug out and plunge his hard cock into that fluttering hole. He wanted to fuck the young man slowly until he felt the prickle of heat push him over the edge and cause him to spill his seed inside the young man. He growled at the mental image that those thoughts produced.

 

Releasing his fly, the feral pulled his hard cock out with one hand while the other hand continued to slowly stroke Draco’s cock. He stroked both of them off together, his pace increasing, drawing them both closer, he wanted to cum so badly.

 

The youth mewled and no longer caring about the burn in his ass he thrust into the stroking hand. “Oh Merlin…Please?” He cried out…and his resolve not to beg crumbled at the deep rumble from behind.

 

“Please… Sir… please let me cum?” He gasped out.

 

Logan’s hand squeezed around both cocks in tandem and his cum spurted out and splattered over the boy’s ass cheeks and thighs. That was all it took to send the young blond over the edge and he cried out, emptying his own offering onto the bed covers. Gasping for air, Logan pulled the ginger out and tossed it towards his bag. He rolled over onto his back, stretching out alongside Draco. He looked up into wide grey eyes and lips that were parted as he panted, his body trembling from his release.

 

Giving a small smile of pride, he pulled the boy down to lay part on him, cradled in his arms, without releasing the cuffs. Logan murmured words of praise and comfort, soothing the young man and congratulating him on doing so well.

 

The words washed over Draco and he smiled a soft, genuine, smile. He felt so totally relaxed, this was what he’d been missing, it was what he’d been waiting for, for so long and it was what he needed. Logan seemed to know that, but as much as that seemed to be true, he knew that the strong man wasn’t whom he was meant to belong to. Perhaps though, it would make it that bit easier to give himself to the one who had owned his heart for so long.

 

******

 

When the pet looked up at his Master, he was surprised to see him looking misty eyed and full of pride. A look he’d only seen on the man previously directed at himself. He felt a stab of jealously, even though he knew it was stupid. His Master only wanted him, that had been made clear on may occasion, but he still had trouble believing it sometimes.

 

He’d had ginger root used on him before, and he had to admit that he liked it… it was the sort of pain that gave him a deep satisfaction. He wasn’t worried about them emulating this particular scene in the slightest. He moved and rubbed his cheek against his Master’s thigh, causing a long thin-fingered hand to descend and play with his hair.

 

 

Chapter 7 – G is for Gags and Glory Holes

 

The brunette slave straightened up and cracked his knuckles. He’d been typing for hours but he’d finally finished writing up the accounts of what had happened in each scene so far. Why his Master didn’t just spell the keyboard to type as the scenes played out, he didn’t know. It was annoying, and like he was trying to prove a point to his pet, what that point might be… he had no clue.

 

He sighed and slipped off the chair, heading towards the kitchen for food. It was almost time for the next pairing to be revealed and he didn’t want to orb on an empty stomach.

 

******

 

Nick couldn’t believe that he was reading his name on the email again. He had been paired with someone who had yet to have a go. He counted off the people and realised that this ‘wolf cub’ was the last one left, he wondered what kind of guy chose a username like that. He looked at the kink and smirked. There was a good chance that he’d not find out. He wondered how they were going to set something like this up?

 

******

 

Gags and glory holes… Oz read it again. He’d been paired with Texas Hold ‘em. The guy who’d played a couple of days ago in the double penetration thing. He noticed that the Master’s pet had put up detailed transcriptions of the scenes and he wished he had time to read that particular one before hand, so that he’d know what the guy was like. He didn’t know what to expect at all from this pairing. He sat back in his chair after sending off a reply. He’d only just showered and in any rate it didn’t look like that was going to be particularly important if this was going to play out the way he thought it would.

 

He was excited by the prospect of anonymous sex, it was no secret that he was a guy with a past; he was pretty much a self-proclaimed slut. He was bisexual and mostly submissive. He’d been in the dominant role twice and both times were with girls. He’d never done this before though and it was new and exciting to him.

 

******

 

The Game Master’s pet was looking at him. “What is it, boy?” He almost snapped.

 

“How are we setting this up, Master?” He tried to look humble; he knew that his Master’s temper was shortening.

 

“I will cast a spell on the room, so that it meets our requirements, while you go and collect the first one. Then when you arrive with him, you’ll restrain him and gag him before returning for the other.” The stern man consciously reined in his temper.

 

The brunette smiled brightly, his eyes almost smouldering, then he orbed out.

 

He reappeared in a very messy bedroom. Looking round he chuckled to himself, Oz even lived like a musician. The door opened and the young man in question stepped into the room. He was as short as he’d observed in the mirror at 5’4”, but he was nicely defined and had spikey dyed red hair that made him really stand out. He was sexy in unconventional way. His Master had told him that the young man was a werewolf, but that he had control of the beast, he found that fascinating.

 

“Hi.” He smiled at Oz as he was appraising him.

 

An answering eyebrow rose silently, and was he being sniffed? “The Game Master sent me, I’m your transport.” He continued.

 

The red head appeared to be satisfied and nodded. “Ready.” He said simply.

 

His Master had told him that Oz and Xander had been friends at one time, and he wondered quite how that worked when they were such opposites. The latter being able to babble for America, the young man in front of him could never be accused of talking too much. He nodded and put his hand on a well-muscled arm.

 

When the two arrived back at the manor, the room he’d left his Master in had been transformed. Two makeshift stalls stood in front of them. He opened the door to one and smiled as he saw the things he’d need to ready the boy as his Master had instructed.

 

“I have to bind and gag you.” He told Oz, a hint of apology in his voice.

 

The red head nodded his agreement and the pet steered him into the stall, picked up the wrist cuffs and fastened them around each wrist before pulling them behind Oz’s back and clipping them together. The ex-Sunnydaler turned green eyes towards the other man, and the pet had an almost overwhelming desire to kiss the stubble roughened face. He shook himself slightly and smiled a lazy smile that made his eyes sparkle with lust.

 

“I can’t think for the life of me why you need a gag. But I have my orders.” He lifted up the ring gag.

 

Oz shrugged and opened his mouth to receive it. He was powerfully turned on by then, the guy who was preparing him was a slave, and he was sexy in a way that reminded him a little of Xander Harris when they were younger. The thought of a slave readying him for use by another was arousing as hell. He had no urge to protest in the slightest.

 

He fitted the leather wrapped metal ring snugly behind Oz’s perfect white teeth then buckled it behind his head. When he’d finished that, he gave in to his urge and kissed the rough cheek with a smile. He turned his charge to face the wall that separated the two stalls. “Kneel down, you won’t have long to wait.”

 

The red head did as he was told and sunk to his knees; he looked such a perfect image that the brunette ruffled the spikes before orbing away.

 

******

 

“Hi again.” The brunette pet said and smiled as he materialised in Nick’s living room.

 

Nick gave a lopsided smirk. “I’m ready, to go.”

 

“Not quite.” The young slave pulled a smaller ball gag out of his pocket and held it up. “Sorry, gotta gag you.”

 

“No way.” The Texan blurted out. Why would he need to be gagged? Did he know this guy too?

 

“Sorry, my Master told me I had to, or we don’t go. It’ll be fine I promise you. He’s gagged too. I guess that doesn’t really help you, knowing that. But really, its just so you won’t talk to each other, the whole idea is anonymous sex like you would get in the…um… real situation. Please?” He fluttered his eyelashes slightly.

 

Nick was only human and the boy had a good amount of sex appeal. He eyed the gag again, he’d subbed before and so had worn a gag in the past, but it had to be to the right person.

 

The young man could see the war going on inside the CSI, and smiled encouragingly, “Trust me, you aren’t the sub in this scenario, its just insurance, getting caught up in the moment you could blurt out.”

 

Finally, the tall Texan acquiesced, “Ok, but I’m fastening it on myself.”

 

The Game Master’s pet could understand that demand and nodded, holding the gag out to him. He watched while Nick fastened it on, smiling when it was secure he held out his hand to the dark haired man to take.

 

As soon as Nick slipped his hand into the other man’s he felt the tingle rush through his body and suddenly they were somewhere else. Somewhere that looked like a toilet stall but without the toilet in it. The pet signalled for him to be quiet and Nick nodded. He gave the older man a smile and vanished.

 

Oz had perked up when he heard that strange tinkling noise, he would have been tempted to peek through the hole in the wall, but a glance at it had already told him that there was something across the other side blocking it. He felt his heart rate pick up and there was a scent of arousal that wasn’t his.

 

He moved aside the cover and looked at the largish circular hole, he could comfortably fit his dick through it and it was at just the right height.

 

There was movement on the other side of the wall, then Oz could see that whatever had been covering the hole had been moved away. He waited, his breathing shallow with anticipation.

 

Nick was nervous, he’d thought about doing something like this before, but he was way too practical to stick his dick through a hole when he didn’t know what would be waiting for it on the other side. He was a CSI, he’d seen some awful things in his time, human nature could be very dark. But the young slave had gone some way to reassuring him of the safety of this; the man waiting in the other stall had been gagged, presumably in such a way that would allow him to still fuck his mouth.

 

The CSI was thoughtful, and then he put his finger through the hole, hoping that the man on the other side would get the hint.

 

Oz saw the finger and would have smiled if he could, his green eyes sparkled and he leaned forward to surround it with his mouth, his tongue coming out to run over the finger. It was then that he regretted the gag; he wouldn’t be able to show the man his full talent.

 

Nick was glad for the gag the young slave had given him to wear, he would have cried out when that hot wet tongue ran over his finger, if it hadn’t been for the ball gag. He slid his finger back and forth, delighting in the way the tongue played around it; if it felt that good on his finger he couldn’t wait to feel it on his hard cock. With his other hand he unzipped and pulled his erection out of his pants. He pulled the finger from the eager mouth and slowly placed his cock through the hole.

 

The red head was enjoying teasing the finger but when it was replaced with the cock his mouth started to water. The hard flesh that poked through the hole in the wall was quite pretty, if that was a word that could be used to describe a hard cock. Oz angled himself and slowly slipped it into his mouth through the ring gag, his tongue played against the tip and he heard a thump from the other side. He had given plenty of blowjobs and he knew he was good. This was a challenge for him but he would give it everything he could to make the man on the other side lose control.

 

The first touch of that glorious mouth on his cock made Nick bang his fist on the wall in arousal. He would ordinarily have his hands wrapped in soft hair now. If the tongue kept playing with him like it was, then he wasn’t going to last very long at all. He felt it digging in the slit, as if it could make its way down the core of his cock to his balls. Then it pulled back and rubbed against the underside.

 

Oz used his tongue to push the cock against the roof of his mouth, he slowly moved back and forth on it, causing the sensitive flesh to rub against the inside edge of the gag. He could swear he heard a groan from the other side so he must be doing it right. He used the tip of his tongue to lap idly along the shaft before taking it into his mouth again. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly through his nose as he sank down, intent on taking the length as far in as he could. He felt it hit the back of his throat and relaxed his muscles, surging forward.

 

Nick moaned around the gag as he felt tightness around the head of his cock. The guy in the other stall was obviously talented, and his cock was being taken deep while that torturous tongue undulated and stroked the shaft. He pressed the palms of his hands against the wall and rested his forehead against it. He slowly started to rock his hips, his cock fucking the mouth through the hole.

 

The feel of having a cock thrusting in and out of his mouth made Oz moan, sending delicious vibrations through Nick’s cock. His sensitive ears picked up the other man’s responding moan of pleasure. He rubbed his tongue insistently against the underside of the shaft as he slid up and down it, swallowing around it when he could.

 

The dark haired Texan was breathing harshly, that wicked and talented mouth was drawing him closer to the edge. His hands balled into fists against the wall as his hips thrust into the willing mouth. He groaned and tried to pull in much needed air around the gag he was wearing. His teeth were biting into it to keep as quiet as he could.

 

Oz pulled back off the cock and focused his tongue on the head, it pulsed against his tongue and he heard a quiet cry from its owner and his mouth was flooded. He did his best to swallow the cum but it wasn’t easy with the ring forcing his mouth open. He licked the softening cock until it was withdrawn. Closing his eyes the red head rested his forehead against the wall and breathed heavily. He was so aroused, he needed to cum but there was no way for him to pleasure himself. He wished his pants had been left open, maybe then he could have pushed his erection through the hole to have it played with. He made a noise of frustration.

 

Nick panted for air, seeing stars, he finally understood why it was called a glory hole. He pulled his dick back and tucked it away. He wondered about the man on the other side of the wall but he could survive with not knowing.

 

******

 

“That was hot, I never thought I would enjoy watching that but it was fantastic.” The pet told his Master, his erection obvious from the bulge in his pants.

 

He was looking at the poor frustrated red head and feeling sorry for him; the poor little wolf cub.

 

As if reading his mind, his Master’s voice cut in to his thoughts. “Not everyone gets to cum, pet. You know how it is. How often have I played with you and left you wanting? The werewolf knows the deal, its probably arousing him more knowing that he isn’t going to get to cum until he’s home and can relieve himself.”

 

The brunette nodded, he understood but still felt sorry for the other sub.

 

“Go and take them home, pet, Nick first.”

 

AtoZ chapter 8 

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