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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Video_Blogging_RPF
  Character:
      Caspar_Lee, Joe_Sugg
  Additional Tags:
      Overstimulation, BDSM, Bondage, Your_typical_submissive_as_fuck_Joe,
      Orgasm_Denial, Touch-Starved, Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-22 Words: 1313
****** Caspar's Play Thing ******
by littlepuddingjoe
Summary
     Joe loves Caspar's sadistic mind but he doesn't think he can hold on
     much longer.
It’s only been half an hour and Joe already feels like he’s going to lose his
mind.
He honestly has no idea why he even agreed to this; he knows how sadistic
Caspar is, knew that when the blond boy had said he wouldn’t let him come that
he’d actually meant it. Deep down, though, Joe knows that’s exactly what he
wanted, and there’s probably nobody better fit to this than his boyfriend.
He’s lying naked on Caspar's bed now, wrists bound behind his back with one of
the younger boy’s belts (and it chafes a bit, and though he’d never actually
say it out loud, Joe sort of likes it), dick hard and positively leaking where
it’s curved against his hip. Both his legs are tied to either ends of the bed,
spreading him wide, a strain on his muscles his petit body obviously could not
take. He feels like the sun is glowing under his skin, dying and about to burst
inside him. There’s a cock ring somewhere in the mix, too, but Joe is past the
point of feeling it any longer.
Caspar, on the other hand, is still fully clothed and looks utterly calm, like
Joe isn’t even there. He's sitting cross legged editing a video that's due to
go up a little later on in the day, and he hasn’t touched him in five solid
minutes.
"Caspar," the brunette grits out, hating the way he sounds, desperate and
broken and completely at the other boy’s mercy.
Caspar glances up from where he’s editing, his ocean blue eyes disinterested
where he’s peering above his laptop screen.
"What."
Joe whines, hips lifting from the bed. "Please touch me."
Caspar snorts before glancing at his watch, where he’s keeping a timer. "It’s
not even been six minutes. Are you that needy?" There’s a hint of a smirk
playing at the edges of his lips. Joe wants to hit him.
Instead, though, he just nods silently, eyes shutting tight as he feels his
cheeks heat.
"I don’t think you’ve earned it."
"Caspar," Joe cries, eyes flying open. His heart is beating fast; he needs
something, anything. The barest of touches, even just a fingertip. He isn’t
picky. He doesn't think he can be picky, in a situation like this. "Please."
"Again." Caspar’s face is pleasant. It pisses Joe off so much. He wants him to
beg.
"Please, Caspar," he says anyway, voice small. "Touch me." He can feel himself
shaking.
Caspar's grin only widens as he slinks from his position on the edge of the
mattress, his laptop aside. He's settling between Joe’s spread legs and tugging
his thighs so that the older boy’s ass is settled in his lap. The motion pulls
the ropes taut and a sharp gasp slips from Joe's mouth and Caspar can let that
one slide - he can see the rope chafing his ankles but he chooses to ignore it.
Gently, he ghosts just the pads of his fingertips against Joe’s dick, at the
edge of the cock ring, and his entire body quakes. He whines high in his
throat.
"So sensitive," Caspar teases lowly, eyes flashing. "Do you like that?"
“Y-yes," Joe all but cries. “Please don’t stop.” He’s panting. Caspar tuts.
“Look at you.”
That’s all he really needs to say; Joe knows how he must look, naked and
flushed underneath Caspar, reduced to begging at the slightest provocation. It
only serves to make him harder.
Caspar obliges without further prodding, to the brunette's relief; his touches
are gentle, barely-there, but it’s enough to leave Joe writhing and gasping,
tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
Without warning, Caspar leans down, angling Joe's cock towards himself before
swallowing him down.
He gasps roughly, throat raw with it, his back arching into a tight bow. It’s
almost too much, the wet heat of Caspar's mouth, the incredible suction it
creates when he hollows his cheeks. That burning light expands under Joe's
skin, feels like it’ll envelop him. He’s babbling, begging Caspar not to stop,
and then oh god, he's gonna come, he’s going to come--
And then Caspar is pulling away, leaving Joe cold and sloppy, and he actually
does start crying as his orgasm dies between his hips.
“Please, Caspar, please let me come,” he begs breathlessly. “Please, I’ve been
good, I’ve-"
Caspar hushes him, eyes falling blank again. "You’ve been very good. I’ll let
you come when I feel like letting you come," is all he says before he slides
away to resume his previous on the bed, reaching for his laptop.
Joe absolutely wants to die.
It continues like that; Caspar waits six minutes, brings Joe to the edge, and
pulls away again. Then he waits seven, then eight, then nine, and each time Joe
feels like he’s going to burst.
Finally, once Joe has waited a solid ten, quiet minutes, Caspar crawls back and
wraps a tight fist around his swollen, wet cock. There are big, silent tears
streaking Joe's cheeks as he sobs brokenly.
"Let me come, please, oh god, please let me come,” he begs in a whisper,
thrusting his dick sharply into Caspar’s fist.
“You’ve been a good boy,” Caspar murmurs again, and Joe wonders if those words
ever do mean anything, as Caspar pulls his hand back.
"Do you think you can wait fifteen minutes for me, hm?" Joe doesn’t think he
can, but he nods regardless. Caspar crawls back down his body, brushing the tip
of his nose up the length of Joe’s aching cock, tender with the bare amount of
affection he’s willing to show. "Do you really?"
Joe swallows. "I will, I will," he promises in a squeak.
“Maybe if you’re good enough, I’ll stretch you open, yeah?” Caspar murmurs,
nothing more than his breath ghosting over Joe's erection. It’s enough to feel
like he’s touching him, though, stroking him soft and wet. "I’ll get you all
slick and ready and then fill you up with my cock, hmm? Is that what you want,
after all this?"
And then all Caspar has to do is brush the pads of his fingers against Joe’s
hole and Joe comes, untouched, without permission. His back arches violently as
he gasps so hard he feels his throat go raw, but that doesn't stop the sinful
noises spilling from his mouth simultaneously with the hot spurts of cum
coating his stomach, and there’s the vague wet feeling of cum on his
collarbone.
Suddenly, Caspar's hand is there, too, jerking Joe hard and tight as he keeps
coming, choking on air as he gasps with each load. "You came before I gave you
permission," Caspar murmurs low in his ear, tone dangerous. Joe whines, trying
to close his thighs. The friction is becoming uncomfortable, too much for him
to bear.
More tears stream down Joe’s cheeks and Caspar doesn’t relent. He crawls back
down the smaller boy’s body, taking his cock back into his mouth and makes Joe
scream. Joe thinks he can hear himself apologising and begging Caspar to stop,
but his mind is somewhere else completely, and maybe he doesn’t really want
Caspar to stop but finally, finally, after what feels like an eternity, he does
pull away, wiping his mouth. Joe vaguely registers a soft click and the release
of pressure from between his thighs.
"You can never listen," Caspar says, though from what Joe can see through his
bleary eyes, he doesn’t actually look all that disappointed.
"'m sorry," he slurs through thick tears, already losing himself to
unconsciousness.
The last thing Joe registers is the feeling of Caspar rolling him gently over
to remove the belt, warm palms working gently over the chafed skin of his
wrists, finger untying the knots that set his legs apart, lips pressing against
his shoulder, his hips, everywhere else he had hurt in the process, and then
blissful nothingness.
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