sg_blaine (sg_blaine) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-12-09 20:34:00 |
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Current mood: | dirty |
Current music: | S & M - Rihana |
Entry tags: | !type: text, !type: thread, -2011: december, character: blaine anderson, character: gracie hewitt, ~complete |
Thread/Text: Gracie's in the dungeon with Blainers
WHO: Gracie and Blaine
WHEN: Friday December 9, 2011, evening.
WHERE: Blaine’s manor
WHAT: Gracie wants to be in the dungeon
WARNINGS NOT NEEDED LIST: self-harm, mutilation, death, cruelty to animals or non-con/dub-con. It may include everything else.
WARNINGS: NSFW, BDSM D/s, Master/slave, Heavy Smut, Punishment, Orgasm Denial, minor blood, rimming, fucking machine ALOT OF WARNINGS (OMG it’s all consensual!)
Text to Gracie: Up for some fun times tonight?
Reply Text: ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Who is This???? And what Fun are we talking?
Text to Gracie: Blaine. Fun in my special room.
Reply Text: Oh. Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. Yeah sure! Time and Address and Stuff. My Safe Word is ‘meringue’.
Text to Gracie: *address* I’ll have water and food. Prepare for endurance.
Gracie didn’t bother sending a reply back. He just pocketed his phone, told Daddy that he’d be sleeping at a friend’s that night, and headed out to his van.
When he pulled up at Blaine’s house, he had to take a minute to just stop and stare because it was huge and awesome in all the best ways. He pulled out his phone and redialed him.
“You live in a big mansion-y thing, right? Because otherwise I am very much lost.”
Blaine had been cleaning up his play room. It was so rare that he actually got to use it. It took a level of trust or uncaring that he hadn’t found with much of anyone in order for him to open it to them. He wasn’t precisely sure which it was with Gracie. He was sure that he was hard up. His recent learning that Ian was mentally ill and on medications combined with the tease act that Ian had pulled early on left him high and dry for far too long.
He needed to have some damned fun. He returned the buttery leather crop to the wall. He’d cleaned all of the insertables, broken half of the new ones out of their containers... The spreader bars were hung, the newest toy he’d never touched lay in the center like the show piece it was. He smiled at the ringtone he’d chosen for his playmate. Rihanna’s S&M blasted from his phone.
“You would be at exactly the right place. Enter, lock the door behind you. Leave your clothing on the couch back and enter the second door to the left after the livingroom.”
Gracie rolled his eyes, hung up with a quick goodbye, and then followed the instructions. He didn’t mind being naked so much, it was a nice change from home where Mother always insisted on clothes. Still, he felt a little...vulnerable, perhaps, was the best word, as the approached the door. He knocked twice, then opened the door and peeked around the edge. “Hello?”
Blaine was in simple pair of tight black pants. He thought it only fair to be similarly undressed. “In here.”
Gracie pushed his way in, tilting his head as he looked around. “Wow,” he mumbled. “This is...”
He turned to Blaine and shuffled awkwardly, then began gnawing on a flap of skin on his thumbnail. “I’m Gracie, by the way.”
Blaine’s eyes took in Gracie’s body. He wasn’t expecting to find the boy as attractive as he did. Something about the pale thin limbs appealed. “Pleased to meet you. Have you ever tried anything like what you see before?”
Gracie stared at everything in the room, wide-eyed, and shook his head. “But I watch like porn and stuff a lot so I know what most of it is...”
“I’ve gotten to use about a fourth of it.” Blaine shrugged. “Hard limits?”
“Oh...” Gracie shrugged. “Um, I dunno. I’ll let you know and stuff I guess?” Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea...
Blaine needed to get off, he needed to let off steam and the other boy had seemed so eager. “You seemed into this before. What changed?”
Gracie switched hands and began chewing at his cuticles. “I still want it I guess I’m just different in person and stuff. It’s easy to say stuff on paper, paper doesn’t judge you or want anything from you or anything like that.” He struck blood and winced, then switched his hands again. “Like, um, don’t pee on me or anything, and poop is gross and stuff, but other than that I don’t really know what I don’t like or whatever.”
“Ah. I won’t make you bleed. And this is not out there. No one will know but me. I swear.” He offered his hand. “Let’s start simple, let me kiss you.”
Oh. Um. “Okay. I might be like kinda bad, so, like, sorry.” He was pretty sure that the entire reason he came here was to let the guy act out some fantasies they both apparently shared, but, sure, whatever. At least he’d have a fun story for his first kiss, right?
He stepped closer and put his hand in Blaine’s. Touch was good. Touch helped him focus in on what was going on inside peoples’ heads. And he definitely needed to check in on just what the hell Blaine was thinking.
Blaine cupped Gracie’s cheek, guiding him into a deeper kiss then with a boyfriend. He was on edge. It had been too long since he’d gotten this. He had set his mind on playing with his toy, the chastity birdcage was all set out to keep Gracie trapped hovering on the edge of desire, never able to get to full hardness.
Gracie let one arm wrap around Blaine’s neck, then delved into his head. Sorting through his thoughts was hard - so much negative and terrifying! - but eventually he found the ones he wanted. Cock cage. Hm. Could be fun. Now what else was in here...
Blaine began to get into the touching, the kissing. He needed this. He was... exhausted. The pretending the making sure no one saw his worry. Ian was a pyscho path it seemed, on drugs, having been institutionalized. There was no hope for that. He just needed to relax and lose control. The mask was exhausting... all of his masks were. What happened when he stripped them down? What was left? He wasn’t even sure. Blaine’s hands pressed down the thin back of the boy, sliding over his ribs, down to his ass. Blaine could lose himself in Gracie, become someone that could be trusted.
Gracie pulled away and mirrored Blaine, cupping one smooth cheek. “I trust you to take care of me,” he said, because that was what he needed to hear and Gracie lived to please. Whether it was true or not...well. He’d been inside the guy’s head, and to tell the truth he was a little scared of him. But that was all part of the fun - he liked being scared. And sure, this wasn’t like hunting ghosts or fighting zombies or anything like that, this was a different kind of frightening altogether, but still. It was exciting, and that’s all that counted. Because if Blaine was going to lose himself, Gracie was going to lose himself too. Fuck inhibitions, tonight was a night for fun!
Blaine wasn’t expecting that one. No one trusted him. He had Dave hounding him, Ian holding back, his parents sending their ‘concerns’ in the way of money.... He kissed Gracie’s cheek softly. “I won’t let you down. Come on let’s get you lubed up and to some fun.”
Gracie grinned and clapped a little, bouncing slightly. “I like fun, fun is fun,” he said. “What first?”
“First warm-up. It’s important to stretch and keep from cramping. Then we open that pert ass up and put in the first plug.”
“Oh, like with sports and stuff? Okay. I used to do ballet when I was little - Mother wanted me to do a sport, but I have asthma so Daddy didn’t want me doing anything strenuous. My inhaler’s in my jacket pocket, by the way, but I haven’t had an attack in a while so I think we’ll be okay so long as you don’t make me run.” Gracie slid down to the ground and began stretching like he used to do in Madame Beauregard’s class. He’d been able to do the splits, he was pretty sure he still could, and he smiled up at Blaine and winked.
Blaine was definitely liking the show. He circled around Gracie, examining every inch of skin. “Got it. Safe and Sane... well mostly sane.”
“Sanity is overrated, I’ve found.” He stretched up and managed to put his foot behind his head - ha! Still got it! “I think that means I’m stretched enough...”
Blaine licked his lips, eyes dark with lust. “On the table. We’ll stretch other parts.” Oh how Blaine wished he had one of the racks. At least he knew that Gracie would have no problem with the spreader bars and posture collars.
Gracie wiggled his way up to the table, looking eagerly at Blaine for further instruction, a small smile on his lips. Spreader bars and posture collars, hmm? Sounds fun!
“Good boy.” He walked back over to the table, licking his lips over the selection. If he showed him the cage would he run for the hills? No, something to warm up first... His hand pet over the smallest size of plugs. “Spread those long legs for me pet.”
Gracie shivered and did as he was told, though he had to wonder why Blaine wasn’t just going for the cage already like he wanted. Very strange, very strange indeed. But he’d see where this went before he brought it up, wouldn’t do to let Blaine know he had the upper hand here, if he hadn’t figured it out already...
He lowered himself almost into the splits and looked up at Blaine, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. “Like this, master?”
A jolt of lust simmered over him at the display. “You are going to look so pretty with my toys in you.”
Blaine moved forward, his toy in hand with lubrication in the other. “Lean forward pretty.” He petted the free hand down each nob in his partner’s spine. He finally rested on the tailbone. He tapped lightly, watching the tense and stretch of each muscle.
Gracie made a small sound at the touch. It was...oddly intimate, moreso than he was expecting for this. He turned to look at Blaine and managed a smile as he followed his directions. “No one’s ever called me that before...”
“Well they must be blind. You are very pretty pet.” Especially with all that pale skin just begging to be turned red by his toys. Each stripe of skin would looks so very pretty so pale next to what he was going to place on the boy. His hand began to pet at his entrance, patiently circling the ring of muscle waiting for the ease.
Gracie shuddered again and forced himself to relax, biting his lip. Oh those were some images, those were some very nice images. “Granted they were rednecks, so I think maybe they were just ignorant...” Stop talking and just let him get on with it, Gracie... This is what you both want and it makes no sense to say stupid things to put off the good parts. “Sorry, sir.”
Blaine smirked, it was actually a perfect segway into the punishment aspect. “Remember your place pretty.” He brought the flat of his palm down on Gracie’s ass right as he slid the tip of the plug inside.
Gracie jerked, gasping, eyes flying wide. “Whoa,” he murmured, wiggling a little against the intrusion. “Whoa.”
“What was that? I believe I was looking for a ‘thank you Sir.’ Let’s try that again.” He landed another stroke, pressing the plug deeper.
Gracie arched, tingles going through him. “Aah - yes, thank you, Sir, thank you, ohhh.” He tossed his head back, stretching his body out, glancing over his shoulder through lidded eyes at Blaine. “More, please, Master?”
Blaine groaned under his gaze. Gracie seemed to be putting on a show for him, perfect. Sure Blaine loved his spotlight, but this was different, more like directing. He pushed the plug slowly inward until the flared end lodged in the other male. “There we go. He tapped the base in time to three more spanks. “Good boy.”
Gracie jerked with each hit, grunting and whining the whole time. “Thank you, Master. Feel so full, oooh...” He wiggled his ass at Blaine and said, again, “More, please, Master?”
“More?” He grinned wide and moved back toward his table. His hand graced over the cage, but again he hesitated and passed it over. “The punishment wasn’t enough?” He took one of the wooden crops off the wall.
And again with the no cage! Hum hum. But ooo, a crop? Gracie arched again just at the thought, whimpering and whining as prettily as he could manage. “Ooo, no sir, no.”
The crop tip was fine leather, the braiding over the handle only of the finest quality. He smiled the writhing of his pet catching his eye. He brought the crop to tease first, very light pats on Gracie’s skin before the stinging blow.
And that got the first scream of the night - though it was hardly a bad thing. Gracie’s body twisted away automatically but he was soon back for more, presenting himself, begging wordlessly. This was fun already, and no doubt he was enjoying himself, but he was definitely ready for more.
Blaine licked his lips over the bright mark. Just like he thought, the color was perfect against the pale skin. he brought down the crop five more times before pausing. His hand pet ever so gently over the abused risen flesh. “Good boy.”
Gracie got the second-hand view of just how good that looked, and it made him squirm, just a little. That was him? Wow. The touch was gentle but still stung, and he whimpered just a little. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing, no.
He looked back over his shoulder at Blaine, pupils blown wide, wondering just what was coming next.
Blaine smiled, there were no masks to hide behind here. It was untempered lust for the carnal pleasure of making Gracie whimper and react in such a beautiful way. He pet over the marks a few more times. “Are you hard Pretty?”
Gracie whimpered again and arched back. “Mm-hm,” he managed, mouth suddenly dry.
“That’s bad. If you get hard then you’ll end this far too soon. You don’t have any self-control do you slut.” Blaine brought his hand down over the ass. That was how to do it. He could make it apart of this game and lock Gracie in the cage.
Gracie groaned and shook his head, spreading his legs a little and sticking his ass out. “No, Master, I don’t, please help this slut be good.” He whined and bit his lip against the urge to touch himself.
Perfect. Blaine moved to the mini-fridge. Yes of course there was a mini fridge. Where else would he store the water, sports drinks and glass dildos? It just happened to be hidden under the display counter as not to be obtrusive. He pulled out one of the glass toys. It was beautiful glass, blown with green stripes shimmering against a pale blue center. He slipped on a simple leather glove to be able to touch the frosted surface. “This will be intense. I want you to endure it Pretty.” Blaine could feel the cold through the glove. The bare hand picked up the cage, his fingers playing over the sleek metal.
Gracie chose to stay out of his head for this one, because surprises were fun, sometimes. That line had him shivering with anticipation. “Yes, sir,” he whimpered, “I’ll do my best, sir.”
“I know you will. ” Blaine pet the icy tip of the toy up the back of Gracie’s thighs, starting at the knee and ending at the under curve of his ass.
Gracie jumped, both at the sudden cold and the sudden touch. “Master?” he asked in a low voice, a little unsure.
“Shhh. Trust me Pretty. We need to get that cock down before we can keep playing. I’m afraid you simply are too much of a pretty cockslut.” He pressed the glass over Gracie’s thights, bringing it up to press firmly under his balls and to lay the length from balls to the edge of the plug. “Scream Pretty.”
And Gracie did, a little in surprise and a little in pain, because cold and sensitive skin - ow! But it was enough to get his erection down significantly, which...he was a little confused by, because wasn’t that kind of the point of sex? He glanced over his shoulder at Blaine, and saw him holding the cage. Ahhh. Okay then. Everything made sense now. And his mouth was watering to boot. The cold was still keeping all boners at bay, though, but if Blaine didn’t hurry up...
Blaine let the ice rest against the boy’s thigh. He took the cage in both hands and began. First the steel cockring was secured around the base under the balls. Then he slid the downward facing steel cage around his limp manhood, locking it in place with a simple small lock. “There we go Pretty.”
Gracie shivered. The metal was just a tiny bit cold, but against his heated skin it felt very strangely awesome. He bit his lip, trying to adjust to the new weight. “Feels weird.”
“Too tight?” Blaine gently examined the trapped sex, checking for pinching or anything unsafe.
Gracie shook his head. “It’s fine, it’s just...weird.” He shook his head again. “I’m okay, I’ll let you know when it’s not.”
“Good. Let’s warm you up shall we?” He took the glass away before replacing it with his mouth. He licked up along the chilled skin.
That got Gracie moaning, the sudden change in temperature, how slick Blaine’s tongue was. “Oh, Master,” he gasped. “Oh, please sir, more.”
He chuckled, licking at the sensitive flesh. He nipped the hinge of his hip. “Warming up Pretty?”
Gracie whimpered, nodding, and pressed his face against his arms. “Feels good...”
Blaine’s fingers tapped over the plug before slowly sliding it out. “I think it’s time for something a little bigger. Off the table boy.”
Gracie groaned as the plug was pulled out, but quickly hopped off the table, turning to look eagerly at Blaine. Bigger? Bigger sounded nice. He twitched a little nervously but gave Blaine a shy smile even as his feet shuffled.
Blaine pressed a hand over Gracie’s ribs, affectionate. He wasn’t trying to lead the other man on, that’s not what this time was about. It was about needs and bringing out the highest peaks of pleasure. The trust, the moment... he wanted affection to be apart of it in these roles, Dominant and submissive, Master and slave... there was an inherent affection... at least he thought there should be. It shouldn’t leave you feeling used. It should leave you feeling warm and cared for. Not like the... Blaine jolted him mind away from the dark memories it tried to find. He focused instead on the next size of plug and judging which posture device was best. He pulled down a collar and a sturdy steel spreader bar. “Spread your legs Pretty.”
Gracie hesitated a moment, stepped forward and put his hand on Blaine’s chest, gentle. He kissed him once on the lips and said, softly, “Stop thinking so hard.”
Then he stepped back and got into position, glancing over his shoulder, once again all wide eyes and bitten lips, the obedient slave.
Blaine’s eyes went wide at the kiss. He wasn’t.... He smiled a bit ruefully. So he was over-thinking. It’s what he did. He smiled before moving to lock the steel rod between Gracie’s thighs. The bar forced his legs wide, giving Blaine access to all the fun bits. He ran a finger up those pale thighs, over the lube slicked hole and up the arch of his spine. “Chin up.”
Gracie could feel him relax, and it was just what he wanted. He jerked a little at the touch and arched into the finger along his spine. “Yes, Master,” he mumbled, tilting his head up. It was a little - or a lot - embarrassing being all shown off like this, but if there was one thing Gracie had learned from this whole mind-reading thing, it was how to tell when somebody was bad, somebody meant to harm. Even if they weren’t thinking about it specifically, there was always some kind of badness inside of them that tainted everything. Blaine really didn’t have that. So he trusted him. And if he sent a teeny little bit of that thought out to Blaine...
Blaine was infused with a simple knowledge. Gracie trusted him to be a good person. There was no reason in the world he’d ever want to break that. He kissed that pale spine as he threaded the last buckle on the posture collar. His hands caressed down his legs before they darted away to get the medium size of plug. He didn’t give Gracie warning before the blunt tip pressed inward. “Open for me Pretty.”
And, well, Gracie didn’t have much of a choice. He moaned as the plug was pushed in, pressing back against it a little without really meaning to. “Good,” he mrmured. “Good, good...”
He pressed slow and insistently into the man unto the muscle contracted around the flared base. “You took that so well. You were just made to be a perfect little slave weren’t you?” He moved around to Gracie’s front, his hands petting and tugging on his nipples.
That got Gracie moaning, arching into the contact. "Ohh, yes sir, I only want to please you. Please use me however you want..."
Blaine twisted hard, his eyes blow with lust for the boy submitting to him. “You please me Pretty.” His hand trailed down the tensing abs and pet the steel cage like a lover. “I’m going to stripe your body.” He leaned in to bite one of his nipple hard. Just a promised Blaine stepped back to grab one of the lovely leather whips and strike against Gracie’s chest.
Gracie screamed, jerking away, but he was quickly back for more. “Oh, oh,” he gasped, eyes blown wide. He reached up to touch the welt rising across his chest, then stared up at Blaine, mouth hanging open. His hand dropped back to his side and he bit his lip, presenting himself. “Please, again, Master...”
The whip struck down again, another line appearing second later. “Hands behind your back.” The order came followed on it’s heels by another three strokes.
Blaine paused, taking in the tremble of Gracie’s body, the bright welts marking the pale skin, the posture of his spread thighs and jutted chin. Gracie really was a prize. “Good boy.”
Gracie quickly folding is arms behind his back, hands grasping elbows, nails biting into his skin. He screamed for each new lash, and was left panting and shaking, the bar and collar really the only things keeping him upright at the moment. He preened at the praise, biting his lip to keep from smiling too widely. “Thank you, sir,” he mumbled.
Blaine petted over each angry stripe. He was painfully hard in his pants, but this was not about him. This was about eliciting these beautiful things from Gracie. “Such a good boy. Such a perfect pain slut.” He put aside the whip and brought a hand up on each shoulder. He needed to be close, knowing this might cause the other boy to unbalance and Blaine would need to catch him. His fingernails gripped into the dip of his collar before scraping from chest down over his nipples to the tops of his leg joint. The nails left lines of red and a few thin points of blood.
Gracie whimpered when Blaine got rid of the whip - that was the opposite of what he wanted! - but as soon as the scratching started...
Well, he kind of hoped the walls were soundproofed and no one was home, because he couldn’t control the shrieks of both pain and pleasure that were coming from him.
He had to wonder, though, why Blaine wasn’t pulling out his cock. “Master,” he whimpered. “Please, I want to see your cock, this slave wants to pleasure you...”
Blaine wrapped an arm around Gracie’s lower back, keeping him pressed close to steady. He watched the pin points of blood with wonder. “hmmm?”
Blaine listened to the wish of his slave, considering. He wasn’t honestly expecting the other boy to want something quite so... personal? No the whole event was personal, opening yourself up completely to another. He pressed a kiss to Gracie’s shoulder before biting harshly, leaving a dark mark in it’s wake.
“You are pleasuring me.” He growled out. “Soon Pretty. Soon.”
Gracie whined and shook his head as best he could with the collar on. “Please don’t hold back, I want you to feel good too. You feel so much badness already.”
Blaine tensed for a moment at that. He forced himself to calm. It had been clear that the man had powers when he contacted Blaine. This was probably just apart of it. He petting over Gracie’s flanks. “I do feel good Pretty. You are making me feel very good.” Like it was possible for him to be a good person, to take care of someone and not break them.
He moved back for a moment. “On your knees Pretty.”
Gracie leaned into the touch and kissed Blaine’s shoulder, a mirror of where Blaine had bit him. “I just want to help you,” he said softly. “I want to take away some of the fear.”
He straightened up and followed the order, even though it was very hard with the spreader bar and without his hands. He managed it, though, possibly through sheer force of will alone. Once he was done, he looked up at Blaine, awaiting further instructions.
Blaine petted through his hair lovingly. Gracie was so... sweet being like that, worried about him. “You do. open your mouth. I want you to take me as deep as you can.”
Gracie smiled, proud of himself, then stretched his jaw as wide as it would go and stared up at Blaine.
Blaine smiled wide at the eagerness. He unzipped his tight black pants, but let the button stay closed. He hadn’t any underwear beneath stopping him from jutting out. His cock was filled with the need of the pale man looking up at him. “Good boy.” He stepped forward to place himself between Gracie’s lips.
What Gracie didn’t have in practice he more than made up for in theory. In small town Virginia, porn and getting drunk were really the only two options for a teenage boy’s free time, so he was well-versed in just what a blowjob should look like. As soon as Blaine entered his mouth he began to lap at the head of his cock, sucking at it gently, folding his lips over his teeth. He glanced up at Blaine, to make sure he was doing this right.
Blaine groaned happily at the warm wet against him. “Good boy, take me deeper.”
Gracie pressed himself forward, forcing his mouth open wider, until the head of Blaine’s cock was touching the back of his throat. He looked up at Blaine, took a deep breath, and forced himself that last little bit until he nose was pressed against the fabric of Blaine’s pants. Everything in his body was telling him that this was wrong and he needed to stop, but he quieted that urge and breathed through it, wanting to be good, to please.
“Fuck... good boy. I can feel your throat contracting.” And that was just the tightest sensation.Blaine hands were in Gracie’s hair, keeping him tight against him. “Good boy.. good Pretty.” He began to gently rock back and forth, coming out to let the other man breath before pressing back in to the back.
Gracie gagged but gladly accepted it, taking a quick gulp of air before his mouth was invaded again. He wanted to use his hands, wanted to touch, but he hadn’t been given that right. Instead he bobbed his head, enjoyed the hands in his hair and the praise.
Blaine had heard the gagging sound before with other lovers, from himself in the back of clubs. This time the sound was something different, vulgar of course, but also precious. Randomly philosophical during sex was also apparently his MO. He gripped hard at the hair and shoved in rough. He kept himself deep until he watched Gracie’s face flush and see the need for air pressing that throat to flutter around him. He then released Gracie’s head to let him pull back. “Good boy.” His body was near that edge of desire that the words growled from him.
Gracie keened at the praise, diving forward again to nose at Blaine’s balls, the crease of his hip, mouth wetly along his skin. It was a calculated risk - on the one hand, he was a slave, he was only there for his master’s pleasure and to obey his orders to bring that about, but on the other, Blaine didn’t seem to really know what he wanted, and Gracie was only too happy to offer him options and ideas.
“Fuck!” Blaine barked out as his very sensitive balls were mouthed over. He was close, near the edge already and the suddenly touch was too much. He came hard, far before he intended, over Gracie’s hair and onto his back.
Gracie smiled and bit his lip. He was a mess but that was alright, he was due for a shower anyway. “Thank you, Master,” he murmured softly, gave his balls one last kitten lick, then sat back and gave Blaine his widest, biggest eyes and most innocent smile. “Was that to your liking, sir?”
“You’re a naughty minx Pretty.” He murmured fondly. He moved back, trying to make sure he didn’t touch Gracie now that he’d come. He was floating and had done a little research. Ever since realizing his powers and practicing on Ian he’d done research. There was a powerful hormone that was released naturally after sex that caused feelings of attachment and the common feeling of love. He knew now that was what was inadvertently done to Puck. He wasn’t going to force it on Gracie too. “You are going to stay there with my come on you in punishment.”
Gracie bowed his head and shoulders, Blaine’s come glistening on his skin in the dim light. “Yes, sir,” he said softly. He took the opportunity to delve into Blaine’s head. Hmmm...interesting...
Blaine found the key, still coming down from the floating high. He wanted to touch Gracie, to cuddle and rub and be near him. Damn hormones, he did not need a repeat of Puck. He had enough trouble being gay in this fuck backward town without people announcing their love. Plus it wouldn’t be real love... probably never would be. Fuck now he was getting depressed again.
Gracie sighed and rolled his eyes. “You can’t take care of me if you’re feeling sorry for yourself, y’know,” he said with a soft huff. “Keep your head in the game.”
“It’s not so easy to do.” He pressed his lips together, wondering if time had gone by yet to be safe to touch the other boy. “Hush you. I might just leave that cage on and pull out one of the machines.”
Gracie huffed again. “Yeah, but you gotta do it otherwise bad stuff happens.” But at that threat he shut his mouth and instead made very, very hopeful eyes, because hells yes, that sounded fun.
“You like that don’t you slut?” He grinned at those wide eyes. He glanced at the hands clenched behind Gracie’s back. “You can release your hands while I set up the machine.”
Gracie unwound his arms slowly, wincing as his muscles protested the sudden movement. After he’d shaken them out a bit, he used the now free use of his hands to explore the welts on his chest and the cage around his cock, and dip into the come on his back for a little taste.
Blaine began to set up the fucking machine. The set up was a hulking sturdy frame that had what essentially boiled down to a tricked out drill. At the end was a large springy soft dildo. Blaine turned it on the the lowest setting. The drill made a low octave whirr as it pushed back and forward about 4 inches each time. “Perfect.” He flipped off the machine and pulled the whole unit to the edge of the restraint table.
Blaine them walked to the Mini fridge to pull out a water. He walked to Gracie, kneeling down in front of his pretty sub. He tilted Gracie’s chin up so he could remove the collar.
Gracie finished licking his fingers clean just as Blaine came up to him. He obediently raised his chin to give Blaine access to the various buckles on the collar and took the water in his hand, sipping it carefully as he contemplated the machine. Even that brief demonstration had been enough to get his cock trying to harden.
Blaine began to quickly look over the welts and marks he’d placed on Gracie. He wanted to be sure his sub wasn’t in danger before the moved on to the next play. He noticed a few open wounds from his nails and moved to pull out one of the antiseptic sprays to seal the small blood lines not before they could have a chance to be a problem. “How are we feeling Pretty?”
“Good...” Gracie cracked his neck and shook out his arms a few more times, letting Blaine take care of his wounds, before he nodded and glanced at the machine eagerly. But like a good little pet, he waited for Master’s approval.
Blaine smirked at the eager little gesture. He took the finished water, placing the bottle aside. He guided Gracie to stand before motioning him up to the table. “You’ve been a good little pet. I think you deserve a good hard fucking don’t you?”
Gracie got onto the table and licked his lips. “It’s Master’s decision, but I would like that, sir. Very much.”
Blaine chuckled at the response. He brought his hand down on Gracie’s ass. “You want to please me Pretty? Tell me how much.”
Gracie moaned. “So much, sir, so much, please...” He bit his lip against begging anymore, but gave Blaine the big puppy dog eyes and whimpered a little.
Blaine groaned, those eyes were going to do him in. He reached out to run a finger over Gracie’s mouth. “Good boy. Hands and knees.”
Didn’t have to tell him twice. He got into position, ass high in the air, shivering in anticipation. Seriously: best way to lose a virginity ever.
Blaine carefully pulled the plug out. He circled the stretched entrance with his finger. “You will take this fucking like a good little slave Pretty. I want to hear every scream.” Blaine poured slick over the dildo and pressed more into Gracie before carefully lining the boy up, pressing so the blunt broad tip was inside Gracie. He then turned it on the the lowest level.
“Yes sir - aah!” Gracie jumped when the machine was turned on, bowing his head and pressing his hands into his hair. Even with he stretching and the slow pace, it was a little too much. But he could take it - he would! And it didn’t hurt so much as it was...overwhelming. All-at-onceish. He felt like he couldn’t get a breath or let one out, and he was shaking. But...it was good.
He watched the reactions very closely. “Good boy. Such a good boy for me Pretty.”
Gracie keened with the praise, thrusting back against the machine. Without thinking, one of his hands went out and desperately groped for Blaine’s. He just needed something to ground him...
Blaine immediately took that hand. “I’ve got you. You’re doing so good Pretty.”
“Thank you, Master...” He managed to swallow. “This is so good, perfect...”
Blaine leaned in to kiss Gracie’s cheeks. His free hand gently cleared away the sweat gathering on his forehead. “You look so perfect, getting fucked by my machine. You perfect little ass stretched wide for it.”
Gracie groaned and turned his head towards Blaine, wanting a kiss on the mouth but not sure how to ask. “It feels good,” he mumbled. “I didn’t know it would feel this good...”
Blaine petted Gracie’s hair, his eyes coming to lock on Gracie’s instead of on the point of intrusion. “Good. Such a good boy.” Blaine cooed, affection for Gracie flowing from him. He never had anyone do this with him, for him. “More Pretty?”
Gracie could only nod and make soft little ‘mmhmm’ noises. He wanted to close his eyes and just give into it but Blaine apparently wanted to look him in the eyes, and who was he to deny a master? So he bit his lip instead and thrust back a little harder. His dick was seriously starting to hurt from wanting to get hard, but it was a good kind of hurt. A prideful kind of hurt. He liked it.
Blaine leaned in to finally kiss him on the mouth. “Good boy.” He moved away to turn the machine up a notch. The whirr heightened and the push and trust of that fleshy dildo into Gracie looked like the most sexy thing he’d ever seen.
Gracie screamed and squirmed, the sudden change too much right at that moment. His hand flailed out to try and catch Blaine’s while he gasped for breath.
Blaine was immediately there at Gracie’s side. He gripped that hand, his other petting along the tense shoulders. “Good boy. Good boy.”
Gracie smiled at the praise, calming down significantly, but for a moment there that had been scary. “I don’t need to stop right now,” he said, barely audible over the whirring of the machine, “but before you up it again can you go get my inhaler? Just in case?”
Blaine leaned in close to hear the request. He placed a small peck on Gracie’s lips. “Of course.” Blaine moved back, visually checking the boy. After that quick check he moved to where Gracie had told him the inhaler was. He tool out the small plastic item, bringing it with him back toward Gracie. “I have it. Do you want to hold it right now?” Blaine wanted to err on the side of caution.
Gracie shook his head. “Like I said I’m fine, most of the time just knowing that it’s there is enough to keep any attacks away.” He smiled up at Blaine and reached for his hand again.
Blaine tucked the white plastic into the pocket of his pants so he could get to it in an instant if Gracie needed. He leaned down a little, pressing a kiss to his submissive’s lips. He held onto Gracie’s hand, placing little kisses over his knuckles. “You’re doing so well pet. So so well my Pretty. ”
Gracie smiled at the praise, ducking his head a little and squeezing Blaine’s hand. “Thank you, sir...” he said softly.
Blaine’s hand pet over the wild sweat soaked hair, down Gracie’s shoulders. It was a bit repetitive, but his mind was stuck on the same line of thoughts. How beautiful Gracie was, how obedient, how perfect his reactions were. “Good Boy.”
It was thoughts like that that made Gracie feel good, special. Things he’d never quite felt before. This was better than the anti-anxiety meds they gave him, honestly. He whined a little in the back of his throat and butted his head against Blaine’s hand. “Thank you, sir, thank you so much...”
“Good boy.” He cooed. He leaned in to kiss at the boy’s shoulder’s, to taste the sweat salt off his skin. “So beautiful. You deserve to come beautiful. I want you to take one more level of my machine and then We’ll release that pretty cock of yours.”
Gracie moaned and could only nod and turn his head towards Blaine, hoping for another kiss. “Please, Master, I want it...please...”
Blaine obliged the kiss, his tongue slipping inside for a brief moment. “Good Pretty.” He kept one hand trailing along Gracie’s skin as he made it back to his machine “I’m turning it up. Beg me to.” It was both hot to hear and let him know that Gracie could handle it.
Oh god. “Master, please, please, I need it, I need it so much. I need to come, please...”
“Good boy!” He clicked to the next level. The dildo pistoned in and out of Gracie. The unrelenting machine tortured his red ringed hole perfectly. “Good boy. bear it just a little more.”
That got Gracie screaming pretty much constantly, with each press in. His arms went out from under him and he was practically crying. “Master, please, I need to come, please - “ He fisted his hands in his own hair, grunting as he thrust back.
“God beautiful....” Blaine watched for a moment more, enraptured by the beauty breaking apart before him. He switched the machine off and went for the key, pulling it out swiftly. “Good boy..” He gently pulled Gracie’s hips forward off the machine so he could turn the man over and unlock the cage. He was careful as he removed first the cage and then the ring.
Gracie’s dick instantly sprang to life and he almost bucked off the table. “Oh, oh, oh,” he murmured. “Can I - again - please?” He vaguely kicked towards the machine and stared at Blaine with wide, glazed eyes.
Blaine was not expecting Gracie to be eager to jump back on it. Blaine smirked wickedly. “Of course.” His hand spread Gracie’s cheeks wide. He made the boy wait for a second. He leaned in to lick the red abused ring of his anus once before letting the boy back up onto the the machine.
Gracie screamed and twitched and began mumbling unintelligibly, almost to the point of holding Blaine’s head down there and asking him to just go to town. But he wanted the machine as much, if not more. “Please, please please,” he mumbled, shuddering, and when the machine was finally back inside him he dropped his head and moaned, biting his lip hard. “Ohhhhh...”
Blaine smiled wide at the mess that Gracie had become. He had made this happen.. He ran a finger down the boy’s spine. Beautiful. Blaine trailed that finger around his side and down to stroke the welts on his chest. “Come Pretty. Come for your Master.”
Just a few more strokes of the dildo and Blaine got his wish. Gracie shouted and shuddered and whined as he shot all over the bench and collapsed.
“I think I’m broken,” he said into the leather, but managed to turn his head to face Blaine and gave him a small smile.
Blaine turned off the machine and carefully removed Gracie. He pet through the boy’s hair gently. “Then we did it right.” He pressed a kiss to the boy. He judged Gracie’s weight. He could probably carry him to the bedroom but that might end up badly. Instead he tenderly kissed Gracie and went to get a wash cloth to towel him down.
Gracie accepted the kiss with a wider smile and by the time Blaine got back had managed to shift onto his back. “Just give me a few minutes. Can I use a shower?”
”Of course. Wait a bit to come down. ” He began to gently tend to his lover’s body. “How’s that feel?”
Gracie squirmed. “It’s fine, you don’t have to baby me.”
“Your my Pretty. I’m taking care of you.” He chuckled at the squirming. “How’s the pain?”
Gracie rolled his eyes, then hesitantly pushed himself up. He winced. “Sitting on hard things is probably gonna be a bad idea for the next few days, but it’s not too bad...”
He chuckled at the comment. “Water, then shower, then food.”
Gracie rolled his eyes again. “I can just drink in the shower. I can probably eat in there too provided it’s not a sandwich. Sandwiches and water don’t mix well. However, they do well in the bath.”
Blaine smiled at the snarky humor. “Here, drink while I pull a bath for you. I think I have pomegranate bath salts left over from when Kurt was last over. Apparently they are a dream for the skin.”
Gracie accepted the bottle of water, then followed after Blaine. He didn’t much like being alone in a strange place. “Who’s Kurt? Is he the pretty one with the eyes like the sky? Because his pants scare me.”
“His pants scare me too. Yeah he’s the angelic looking one.” Blaine guided his playmate out of the dungeon back into the main house.
“I don’t think he actually needs to breathe. I think he’s just an alien who managed to come to our planet but can’t breathe our oxygen so he keeps his pants so tight that he can’t breathe. That or he doesn’t have a penis.” Gracie sipped at his water. “Is your bathroom awesome like the rest of your house?”
Blaine couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up from that. “He does have one. I briefly felt it one day when he leaned into me. Yes. It’s a full roman bath style... well miniaturized.”
Gracie turned to stare at Blaine, wide-eyed. “Well then where does it go?! Do his pants have black holes in them or something?”
At the mention of the bath and squealed and bounced, clapping. “Yay! I like nice baths.”
“I have no idea. I didn’t exactly get into his pants. Personally my theory is that he’s a grower.” He chuckled deeply and ushered the boy right in. “Let’s get you right in to this one. work out all those abused muscles.”
Gracie stared at the size of the tub. “It’s a really good thing that I already had an orgasm tonight or I would have just had one.” He lightly brushed a finger along the edge. “Is this real marble?”
“Of course, nothing but the best here. Everything in this house is the top of the line.” He reached out to pet Gracie’s neck.
Gracie practically purred. “Awesome. But you already took my virginity, you don’t have to impress me anymore.”
“I wasn’t in it for your purity. I was in it for our mutual pleasure. I’m still surprised a virgin wanted this as his first time.” He began to fill the tub.
Gracie shrugged. “Why do som-ething if you won’t have an interesting story to tell afterwards? I couldn’t find any girls with strapons except the Satan lady or I would’ve gone with that. But I kinda like this stuff, I think it’s kinda cool and fun and stuff.” He began to gnaw at his cuticles again and shuffled over to sit on the side of the tub. “So you had fun?”
“Santana and a strap-on.... now there’s a thought.” Not a terrible one either. “Quite alot of fun.” He wanted to use the pet name he’s developed, but something about the moment stopped him. He didn’t want to become Luke and lead the boy on.
“She has one. She thinks about it a lot and using it with the girl who likes unicorns.” Gracie tipped his head back and got the last bit of water out of the bottle. “She’s really sad all the time...”
“You just see into everyone don’t you?” He dipped a wash cloth into the water to towel down his chest and forehead. He wasn’t getting the workout of Gracie, but it was still heated play.
Gracie made a face. “Even when I don’t want to! I keep getting offended for girls when guys think gross things about them. High schooler’s are weird.”
He leaned forward and licked the freshly-cleaned skin on Blaine’s chest, then sat back like nothing had happened. “So you mess with peoples’ hormones and stuff?”
“Something like that. I’m trying to work with it. I can make hormones or make them have them. So far it looks like I can cause panic, fight or flight, lust... love. All by scent or touch it seems.” He petted through Gracie’s hair. “At least you always know if someone is lying or not. ”
“Not really.” Gracie stretched into the touch. “People can convince themselves to believe a lot of things that aren’t true. You’d be surprised.”
“I’m always up for gossip. Dish away. Who believes in false truths?”
“Who doesn’t?” Gracie countered. “That’s the real question.” He ran his hand through the water and then flicked some at Blaine. “Less talk, more bath.”
“Fine deny me juicy gossip.” He laughed and flicked water at Gracie. “Here, bath good smelling things.” He dumped some of the salts in. “I’m going to put on music. Just relax.”
Gracie nipped at Blaine’s fingers, then slid into the bath, sighing. “Well the next time I want to go swimming, I know where to come.”
“Cute.” He chuckled, moving over to put on some light rock from his ipod dock. “You want to just be for a little. I don’t want to crowd you.”
Gracie shrugged. “If you have other things to do you can go do them. But if you wanna sit in here and talk to me I don’t mind.”
“Sure.” Blaine licked his lips, moving over to sit on the toilet. “So... you do this often?”
“Do what? Bathe? Not really. Or do you mean sit naked in a pool of water talking with the boy who just went all BDSM dungeon on me? Because...well I’ve never done that before either.”
“Jump of the deep end into new experiences with people you barely know.” He chuckled at the description of their current situation.
“Oh...Well.” Gracie had to think about that one. “...Not...not really. Back home I never really used to spend much time with people, and I never really got to experience things. Now, I guess, I just want to live my life as much as I can before I regret it...”
“Ah. I’m glad I could help you with this one...”
Gracie reached out a hand and grasped for Blaine’s. “Yeah. You did,” he said once he found it. “But you really should be sharing things like this with someone you care about and not strange Goth boys you find via a note in your locker.”
“And what if I care about strange Goth boys?” He squeezed. It wasn’t perfect, Blaine wasn’t perfect. But then again neither was Gracie. Blaine’s mind skipped over to the smile of Ian gave him, his playful smirk, his pursuit. Ian wasn’t perfect, but he was the wrong kind of messed up. Like Blaine’s mother, drugged beyond feeling.
“Obviously he feels something, if he matters to you this much.” Gracie shifted so he was watching Blaine. “Do you know his story? Why he’s on them? What they’re for? He may not be so bad. You never know if you don’t try.” He squeezed back. “And you feel something for him, I know you do. You think about him a lot. Didn’t you learn anything from Disney? You have to follow your heart and stuff, right?”
Letting Blaine think on that one, Gracie let go of his hand and ducked under the water.
Yes he knew Gracie could read his mind... that didn’t mean he liked realizing what his mind was saying. He groaned, pushing the slightly wet hand over his hair. He leaned back, trying to take in that meaning. He was worried, was thinking why he couldn’t just be happy with Ian wasn’t he? He huffed smiling fondly to the emerging Gracie. “I don’t know. But I’ll have to find out I guess.”
Gracie stayed under until he couldn’t hold his breath any longer and came up gasping. He slicked his hair out of his eyes, then nodded. “You will. He seems nice. You should have someone nice. Maybe you’ll stop being sad all the time.”
“I’m not that sad.” He said to the mind-reader. He sighed a little to himself, trying to get the mask of a smile to go away. “I have other emotions plenty.”
“Mmm-hmm, sure. You just don’t let them out. That’s unhealthy.” Gracie yawned. “I’m gonna fall asleep in here if you don’t get me out.”
“Maybe, but it’s better this way.” That way he couldn’t be hurt any more. A mask for every layer so his core stayed protected. He offered his hand and easily pulled the thin man from the tub. “Come on. We can dry you off and let you sleep on guest bed.”
Gracie frowned but couldn’t think of anything to say. He just poked into Blaine’s mind and thought, Don’t worry, be happy with a small smile. Then he let Blaine pull him along, and out the door.