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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Alex_Rider_-_Anthony_Horowitz
  Relationship:
      Yassen_Gregorovich/Alex_Rider
  Character:
      Yassen_Gregorovich, Alex_Rider
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, Dom/sub
  Series:
      Part 2 of Torment
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-10-17 Words: 753
****** Torment ******
by imagineaworld
Summary
     A day in the life of Alex -as Yassen's pet
Notes
     This fic is a lot of firsts for me- when I wrote it in November 2009,
     it was the first time I'd ever wrote a fic that was: slash, BDSM, had
     adult content, had no plot, and was a oneshot. Which later became a
     two-shot, but there we go... I hope you enjoy, but the warnings are:
     SLASH, BDSM, ADULT/ EXPLICIT CONTENT, and there is no plot. (At all.)
I pressed my lips to his warm flesh, slowly tracing the collar bone. I
travelled downwards, over ridged skin where his few scars lay, and I kept
exploring him, until my lover grew tired of my teasing and shoved my head down
to his waiting cock.
I grinned up at him, flicking my tongue across my lips. I got a growl for my
efforts, and my hair was wrapped around one hand while the other pulled my jaw
open. The next second his cock was thrust into my open mouth, so hard that I
immediately gagged.
He held me tight to him, not allowing me to back away. I manage to calm myself,
and he allowed me to retreat enough to use my tongue, swirling it around and
giving a few random sucks every now and then.
He gave me no warning, suddenly pulling me off and shoving me face first into
the bed. My arms were pulled roughly behind my back and cuffed together. My
hair was harshly gripped again as I was dragged onto the floor. He shoved me
face down on the smooth wooden boards, my chest and cheek pressed into it.
I knew from experience to stay as still and quiet as possible -I did want to be
rewarded after all. He left me to rummage in the chest at the bottom of the
wardrobe, and my cock bobbed in anticipation.
He returned and knelt behind me, and I heard the soft thuds as several items
were placed on the floor. His hands pushed my knees as far apart as possible. I
was now completely on display -he could see everything.
His hands moved up my thighs, up to my ass and he spread my butt cheeks,
exposing that part of me as well. One hand left me, but returned with slick,
lubes up fingers. I shivered when the first two were quickly pushed inside, the
glorious burn that accompanied it just adding to the pleasure.
He quickly found my prostate and rubbed it slowly, his other hand now fondling
my balls. That hand left me, only to snap a cold metal cock ring in place.
Damn. That means I wasn't going to come any time soon. My eyes widened and I
bucked as much as I could when he stroked the head of my cock while
simultaneously pressing hard into my prostate.
"Fuck! Please, Yassen, please. I need- I - Fuck!"
A third then a forth finger were now thrusting into my ass. I raised it higher,
begging all the while. Putty in his hands.
"Please, more." His fingers left my fully stretched hole. I tried to follow
them, moving backwards, but a hand forcing my neck down halted my movement.
I felt something cold and hard pushing into me. I relaxed my muscles as best I
could, welcoming the huge object. It must have been well over two inches wide.
It burned like hell, but I soon stretched to accommodate it. I found out that
it was a butt plug when my muscles closed over the narrowest part.
"Oh God, Yassen, please."
My only answer was when he stood and walked around in front of me. I watched as
a ring gag approached my face, obediently opening my mouth so it could be
fitted. I hated being gagged -hated the build up of drool and the loss of
speech -but at least this one let me breathe as much as I needed.
I watched him out of the corner of my eyes as he looked down on me. I could
only imagine what I looked like: on my chest and knees, wrists cuffed together
behind me, legs spread, gagged and with my ass plugged and rock hard cock
fitted with a tight ring.
He walked away, leaving me lying there. I heard him settle behind the desk in
the corner of the room. Papers rustled and the leather of the chair creaked.
My whole body arched as I screamed when the plug buried inside of me buzzed to
life. The tip just nudged my prostate, and my knees collapsed, driving my cock
straight across the floor. I bucked, trying to find friction, but the varnished
wood beneath me did nothing to help.
Then it all stopped. I distantly remembered the sound of a laptop being booted
up, and I then understood that I was going to be left here for a long time.
While my lover and master worked. Shit. It was going to be a long day.
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