For ctrokj - Such a good party... (NC-17) (original) (raw)

Title: Such a good party...
Author: cyphersushi
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1725
Warnings: Bondage, D/s among others.
Fandom/Pairing: RPS, Tim Hutton/Andrew Lee Potts/Taylor Kitch/Hugh Jackman
A/N: The prompt was "RPS, goodboy!verse, Goodboy!Taylor/Hugh and goodboy!ALP/Tim, Christmas party"
Disclaimer: As always, this is pure fantasy and I am only using these fine actors liknesses for my own nefarious purposes.

The large main room of Hugh's apartment was heavily decorated for the yearly Christmas Party. Multi-colored lights were twinkling in the window, tinsel adorned everything from the lighting fixtures to Taylor's cage and the sturdy St Andrews cross beside the Christmas tree, said tree was glowing and glittering and it wasn't until one took a closer look you could see that the decorations were just off the side of ordinary. The angel in the top for example, from a distance it look almost chaste in it's sheer gown accented with golden ropes but up close it was impossible not to notice that the hands held in prayer were tied together with the rope and the gown could not hide the erection modeled underneath, the figurine was fastened to the tree with the same golden ropes and in a decidedly decedent position.

In the rest if the room mistletoe hung from the roof in random and not so random locations, among others right above the table on which Taylor was trying not to fidget. He was decorated too, much as the room, with glittery paint in silver and golds accenting his body and a shiny ring around the base of his already hard cock. It was the paint that was giving him trouble, it itched and for the first time in a long while he found it hard to hold a position that his master had commanded. He tried to distract himself with thoughts of the girl who'd been hired to paint the itchy decorations on him, she had been sweet and shy and he could still taste her on his lips. Her moans had been soft and stuttering and so different from his masters, when he closed his eyes he could almost hear them again.

Suitably distracted he didn't notice his master coming up to stand beside him and he started when he felt a hand on his head.

"... and what dirty thoughts were you thinking, pet?" Taylor leaned into his masters caress.

"I was thinking of the girl, Summer, and how sweet she tasted and how she shivered when I licked her core..." Hugh's fingers tightened in his hair, pulling a faint moan from Taylor.

"You liked licking her cunt, didn't you? On your knees for the servant girl, paying her for her services." Taylor tilted his head backwards, itching paint completely forgotten under his master's firm hand.

"Yes... I love being on my knees for anyone, making them moan..." His voice was getting breathy now, the combination of remembered pleasures and his master's hand pulling him down.

"Mmm.. I should have you suck me now, remind you who you belong to, who it is that let's you whore yourself out to anyone who asks, who's name you bear carved into your skin..." Taylor whimpered with need, near tasting his master's cock in his mouth already and straining against the firm hold on his hair to tilt his head towards Hugh's crotch.

"Please... let me... please" Hugh's hand was twitching towards his fly but he was interrupted by the doorbell. for a brief moment he seemed to consider ignoring it but then he released Taylor's hair and walked towards the door with only a slight stiffness betraying how affected he'd been by his pet's pleading.

Taylor swallowed and tried to calm his breathing, he was still aching with need, desire curling hot within him ignited by only the voice of his master. He barely heard the voices in the hallway, couldn't identify them and so it wasn't until they entered that he realised that it was Tim and his pet Andrew who had arrived first. The sight of the man who had saved him all those months ago and his oh so limber and inventive pet did not do much to dissipate the lust clouding Taylor's head and he shifted his position, spreading his legs even wider as his fingers flexed with the need to touch.

Tim saw at once how the the sight of the other pet affected his Andrew, movements turned slower, more calculated, not unlike a cat on the prowl. He slid his fingers under the wide leather of Andrews collar and pulled him close.

"You know the rules, you wait for permission... Behave, or I will keep you at my feet all evening, not letting you play with any of the other pets. You would be the only one with unsmeared paint, and everyone would see your shame." His words brought Andrew to heel at once. It'd taken a while to find the perfect way to discipline his willful pet but now he knew exactly how to manage him. He couldn't help the thrill of power when he saw the effect his words had and once again he wondered why it had taken him so long to take advantage his right to keep a pet.

Hugh stepped up behind Tim and Andrew, resting his hand at the small of Tim's back. "I think you deserve a bit of a reward for getting here first and Taylor is just dying to get a hard cock in his mouth..." A whimper from Taylor's direction. "...and as you can see he's under a mistletoe so everything is free tonight."

There was indeed a mistletoe above the low table on which Taylor was kneeling, it was tangled in the solid chain holding a pair of wide silver cuffs that matched the glitter painted on Taylor himself and the cock-ring holding him hard and ready for use.

Their eyes felt like tangible caresses and Taylor shivered; he was spiralling down into a a place of pure need fast and to ground himself he reached up and slid his hands into the cuffs. Soon he felt warm soft hands on his own and heard a click as the cuffs slid closed and locked. The hands traveled down his outstretched arms and a warm body fitted itself against his back. He felt the tell-tale hardness of a naked cock against his ass and somewhere his lust-addled brain whispered "Andrew". He must have murmured it as well cause there was an answering whisper in his ear.

"I'm here... open up." The warm hands came up to hold his jaw, a finger stroking and prompting his lips to open. Taylor obeyed, his eyes still closed, making him feel every touch and caress even more vividly. He was enclosed in warmth and sensation, Tim's cock slid into his mouth as Andrew's hand traveled downward to pinch his nipples in passing before coming down to settle on Taylor's hips.

"Can you feel you master watching? Feel his eyes on us?" Taylor hummed around the cock in his mouth. "He's going to watch as I fuck you like my master commanded me to. He wants to see both out faces when he comes down your throat." A keening whine rose from Taylor as he tried to press closer to both Tim and Andrew at the same time. He missed the nod from Tim to his pet but he couldn't miss Andrew's shift and thrust, filling his already slick hole in one movement.

Taylor's hands curled around the chains attached to the cuffs and he held on as he rocked between the other two men, Tim held the sides of his head gently and it contrasted to the vice-like grip on his hips from Andrew who kept murmuring filthy things into his ear while he snapped his hips again and again near impaling Taylor on his cock.

Before long Tim grunted softly and spilled down Taylor's throat; he petted the unruly dark blond hair before taking a few steps backwards and collapsing next to Hugh on the sofa.

"Your boy sure does have a talented tongue... and with that distraction too..." Hugh grunted his agreement but kept his eyes on the two pets. Tim glanced to the side and saw the indisputable evidence of his hosts enjoyment and it made him smile to himself. He shifted closer to the other man and lowered his voice.

"Do you want a hand with that?" Hugh's only response was to lean backwards to give Tim more room and he wasted no time. His own eyes gliding towards the two young men moving together in front of them he quickly got Hugh's cock out and stroked it, relishing in the texture of it, silky smoothness over hard flesh.

Dark green glitter paint mixed with silver as the two pets slid together, Taylor's head tilted back to rest on Andrew's shoulder and the thrusts made him shiver. A constant fluctuating moan spilled from his lips and his cock was red and leaking against his stomach, the cock-ring preventing him from the release he so desperately craved. He could feel his master's dark eyes on his skin and had he not lost his words he would have pleaded. Behind him Andrew was sounding strained as well, his eyes flickering towards his own master.

It was only after Hugh had grunted silently and released into Tim's hand did he reach for the slender remote in his pocket. A press on a button and the ring around Taylor's cock released and made him come suddenly with a surprised hoarse scream. Andrew held on as Taylor convulsed and sent a pleading look towards Tim who finally nodded his consent. Andrews orgasm set off Taylor again and he trembled violently as his cock released a few more drops of semen.

For a while all that was heard were slowly calming breaths and the faint clinking of Taylor's cuffs. Then there was the rustle of clothes as Tim got up and tucked himself in before walking over to release the lock on the cuffs. Taylor slumped down and fell against Andrew who shifted to accommodate him, Tim ran his fingers down his pets cheek and tucked an errant strand of hair behind his ear.

"So, where are the other guests?"

"They'll be here. I an hour or so... I wanted you two here early so you could take advantage of your present." Hugh indicated Taylor who was apparently done resting and had started mouthing Andrew's skin were he could reach it. Tim's surprised and pleased smile showed that he really did like his gift and if the way Andrew purred under Taylor's continued ministrations was any indication he didn't mind terribly either...