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maculategiraffe) wrote2007-08-03 07:49 am
maculategiraffe) wrote2007-08-03 07:49 am
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This is a missing scene from my now-completed story posted on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slavefics. It belongs chronologically somewhere in part ten. Hope you enjoy.
Part Ten
Rating: NC-17
“He’s so thin,” said Yves, running a hand along Bran’s ribcage and making him shiver involuntarily. They lay side by side in Holden’s bed, naked. Bran stole sidelong glances at Yves’ body while Yves’ glance, frankly appraising as his touch, slid over his own.
“Not as thin as he was when we got him,” said Holden, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, clothed and watching with interest. “I swear, even the ones who are smart enough not to leave scars don’t seem to realize that malnutrition can damage a kid just as much.”
Yves brushed Bran’s hair back gently and looked into his eyes. “You nervous?”
“A little,” said Bran softly, trying not to let his gaze drift down to Yves’ cock.
“Well, don’t be,” said Yves. “You like being fucked by our master, don’t you?”
“Yes,” said Bran with a small involuntary smile, thinking of the feeling of Holden’s body pressed close to his, his cock inside Bran and his arms wrapped around him.
“Mm-hmm. So did I, until you showed up. Can’t quite remember what it feels like now.”
“You hush your lies,” said Holden, amused. “I just fucked you last night.”
“Night before, master. See, he can’t even remember which one I am anymore.” Yves kissed Bran’s cheek. “Don’t tense up, kid. I’m just teasing. I don’t mind having a pretty young thing in the house... especially when he’s kind enough to share.”
Bran swallowed. “Thank you.”
“And you’ve got good manners, too,” said Yves, tracing a finger down Bran’s belly to his pubes as the other hand stroked his chest. “That’s always nice.” He bent his head and took Bran’s nipple in his mouth; Bran caught his breath and looked over Yves’ head at Holden, who met his wide-eyed gaze with a smile.
“What, you thought I was the only one who liked nipples?” he said, and Bran’s cock jumped as Yves’ hand closed around it.
“It’s a crime for a sex slave to act so surprised when people want to touch him,” said Yves, his mouth still close to Bran’s skin, and Bran tensed up again involuntarily at the sharp tone. “No, it’s not your fault, I mean your master– masters?– must not have been much for foreplay. Didn’t they ever want you to come for them?”
“No,” said Bran almost angrily. He didn’t want to think about his former masters, not now, with Yves’ fingers rippling gently at his cock, his mouth traveling over Bran’s skin, giving him goosebumps. He realized he was shivering continuously now, and closed his eyes to try to relax again.
“You poor kid,” said Yves, and a soft kiss on the lips surprised Bran into opening his eyes again. “It’s like seducing a virgin. Or one of these really young married ladies who’ve never been with anyone but their husbands, like what’s her name, that bought Tim.” He nibbled Bran’s earlobe. “Except they usually touch back. You can, you know.”
“I–“ Bran hesitated. “I will, but I don’t know what– pleases you.“
“Well, I don’t know exactly what pleases you yet either, do I?” said Yves, between spine-tingling kisses and bites to Bran’s neck and collarbone, while Holden watched without speaking. “That’s why I’m trying stuff out with one hand on your cock. Just touch me. You must know some seduction techniques, or did they really just always fling you down and fuck you?”
Blushing, Bran reached down to put a hand gingerly on Yves’ cock. He was concentrating so hard on Yves’ reaction that he forgot he was being touched in turn. Yves stopped, looking at Bran curiously, and Bran pulled his hand away, thinking he had done something wrong. Yves shook his head and looked up at Holden.
“Now I’ve lost him,” he said, chagrined. “Is he this jumpy with you?”
“He trusts me,” said Holden. “He doesn’t know if he can trust you yet.”
“What’s he think I can do to him, with you sitting right there? Scowl?”
“Something like that,” said Holden. “It’s not about fear of punishment, I don’t think. But he trusts me to– enjoy him. You know how starved he’s been for approval.”
“Yeah,” said Yves, looking back at Bran with an oddly gentle expression. “Okay. It’s okay, kid. You’re doing just fine, don’t worry. In fact–“ He took Bran by the shoulders and turned him over onto his belly. “Just relax. I’ll drive.”
Bran laughed a little as Yves kissed the back of his neck, then kissed each of his shoulders.
“You like being kissed, yeah? And petted, I can tell.” A gentle hand ran its way down his spine all the way to the cleft of his buttocks; one finger slipped a little further. Bran arched automatically into the touch, pushing back against the finger.
“You ready for me?” said Yves softly.
Bran tried to think how to answer. “No” didn’t seem very diplomatic, and it wasn’t exactly true either; he wasn’t really scared, and Holden had gotten him used enough to being fucked again after the weeks of disuse that he probably wouldn’t get hurt. But he was enjoying Yves’ kisses and caresses, and didn’t want them to stop yet. He thought Yves was enjoying them too, but if Yves was just trying to relax him so he could fuck him without damaging Bran and annoying Holden, Bran knew it would be in his best interest to be as low-maintenance as possible.
“Sif’s sake, kid,” said Yves, “it’s not a trick question.”
“Be patient, sweetheart,” said Holden. “He just wants to get it right.”
“I know, and he’s about to break my heart, which is not really the mood I’m going for. Look, Bran, is this going to be easier for you if I stop asking you questions and just do what I want?”
“Yes,” Bran said gratefully. “Please.”
“Okay. But if you want me to stop doing something, or do something else, just say so, yeah? I won’t be mad, I promise. I want this to be good for you.”
Yves kissed his way leisurely down Bran’s spine, licking and sucking at each individual vertebra while Bran tried not to squirm at the small shocks of pleasure Yves’ mouth sent through him, then reached his ass and gently parted his buttocks. Bran cried out softly with astonished pleasure when he felt the tongue lick along his crease and down between his legs; Yves lapped at his balls, and seemed to linger forever, kissing and licking and sucking at the tender skin between Bran’s legs and biting softly, then sharply enough that Bran had to suck in his breath, at his inner thighs.
“You and your oral fixation,” said Holden, while Bran made fists in the sheet and tried desperately to hold still, unable to decide whether the sensations were delicious or maddening. Both, he decided, and moaned aloud as Yves’ tongue returned to his hole, pushing delicately inside. Bran’s cock, pressed between him and the bed, struggled to harden, and he lifted his hips very slightly to try to gain some friction against the sheets, whimpering softly with frustrated arousal.
Yves pulled back– Bran bit his lip, hoping he wasn’t annoyed by the squirming– took Bran by the hips and lifted them gently; Bran pulled his knees up automatically, folding them under him and spreading them wide, and Yves licked again, fucking Bran with his tongue before he pulled away again and Bran waited, shaking, spread. Yves’ cock pressed, slick and hard, against him for only a moment before slipping gently inside. Bran let out the breath he had been unconsciously holding.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” said Yves, startling Bran into moving back against him. He laughed, gripped Bran’s hips and held them in place, sliding in with unbearable slowness, then withdrawing almost completely before starting to push slowly back in. Bran groaned with wordless frustration, waiting for Yves to speed up, but he didn’t. The slow, slow stroking went on. Bran held still as long as he could, but when his body disobeyed him and tried to rock back against Yves, Yves’ hands still held him in place.
“Please...” Bran said finally, his voice shaking.
“Please what?” Yves said innocently, pulling back. “You want me to do something different? I told you, just ask.”
Bran went hot with embarrassment. He had never asked for anything like this, but... “Please... faster...”
“Do what faster?”
“Fuck me faster,” said Bran, his face so hot he felt feverish. “Please. Please!”
Nails digging into the skin of his hips, Yves drove into him, and Bran cried out with agonized pleasure, his cock throbbing to the hard, swift rhythm of Yves’ thrusts.
Yves’ orgasm came without warning or fuss, just a last forceful shove into Bran, and he had barely pulled out when with one swift motion he had Bran on his back and Bran’s aching cock in his hot mouth, sucking as if he were starving. Taken off guard, Bran almost screamed as he came into Yves’ mouth. Yves sucked and swallowed and sucked again at Bran’s spent, sensitized cock, until Bran gasped again, the word coming easier this time, “Please, please stop!” and Yves pulled back again, licking his flushed lips, his eyes dark with pleasure, turning to Holden, looking like a cat in cream.
“You think you’re done?” Holden growled, and grabbed a fistful of Yves’ hair, yanking his head down towards Holden’s own groin. Yves was still laughing as his lips closed around his master’s cock.
“You’re never done when you’re this good,” he said, a little breathlessly, after Holden had released him. “By the way, master, I win.”
“That you do,” said Holden, a flush of pleasure coloring his own cheeks, and reached out a hand to Bran, who was already half hard again after watching Yves work. He crawled awkwardly across the bed and curled up where Holden touched the bed, his head in his master’s lap, feeling some residual tension leave him as Holden laid a hand on his back and added, “Fair and square.”
“Thank you,” said Yves. “That took all I had. I was starting to think he actually preferred being fucked at glacier speed.”
“You did very well,” said Holden to Bran in the warm, almost tender tone that affected Bran like an opiate. “Even if you did lose me a bet.”
“A bet?” Bran echoed, half turning his head to look up from one man to the other.
“I bet him I could make you beg,” said Yves with satisfaction. “And you came through. Twice! Does the second one count, master? I mean, after he came?”
“Sure, why not?” said Holden good-naturedly. “It was worth it just to hear him.”
“Worth what, master?” asked Bran, who had been both the subject and the stake in bets before, though never ones he had enjoyed settling, or where both gamblers seemed almost equally delighted with the outcome and with him. “What was the wager?”
“Nothing you need to worry about,” said Holden, grinning, and Yves slapped Bran’s hip, making him flinch reflexively before he realized the smack was celebratory.
“I owe you one, kid,” he said cheerfully. “And I enjoyed the hell out of it, too. Did you? Or do you just know how fucking sexy you are, making all those little cries and moving like you’re trying not to move but you can’t help it because I’m just that good?”
Bran was glad he was lying down; the rush of blood to his face made him slightly dizzy.
“Thank you,” he managed, as Holden stroked his overheated cheek affectionately.
“Make sure you sell him to someone who’s good in bed, master,” said Yves, winking at Bran. “What a waste otherwise.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” said Holden as Bran nestled involuntarily a little closer to him. “I’ve got quite the list of criteria for whoever gets this one.”
Part Eleven
slavefics. It belongs chronologically somewhere in part ten. Hope you enjoy.Part Ten
Rating: NC-17
“He’s so thin,” said Yves, running a hand along Bran’s ribcage and making him shiver involuntarily. They lay side by side in Holden’s bed, naked. Bran stole sidelong glances at Yves’ body while Yves’ glance, frankly appraising as his touch, slid over his own.
“Not as thin as he was when we got him,” said Holden, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, clothed and watching with interest. “I swear, even the ones who are smart enough not to leave scars don’t seem to realize that malnutrition can damage a kid just as much.”
Yves brushed Bran’s hair back gently and looked into his eyes. “You nervous?”
“A little,” said Bran softly, trying not to let his gaze drift down to Yves’ cock.
“Well, don’t be,” said Yves. “You like being fucked by our master, don’t you?”
“Yes,” said Bran with a small involuntary smile, thinking of the feeling of Holden’s body pressed close to his, his cock inside Bran and his arms wrapped around him.
“Mm-hmm. So did I, until you showed up. Can’t quite remember what it feels like now.”
“You hush your lies,” said Holden, amused. “I just fucked you last night.”
“Night before, master. See, he can’t even remember which one I am anymore.” Yves kissed Bran’s cheek. “Don’t tense up, kid. I’m just teasing. I don’t mind having a pretty young thing in the house... especially when he’s kind enough to share.”
Bran swallowed. “Thank you.”
“And you’ve got good manners, too,” said Yves, tracing a finger down Bran’s belly to his pubes as the other hand stroked his chest. “That’s always nice.” He bent his head and took Bran’s nipple in his mouth; Bran caught his breath and looked over Yves’ head at Holden, who met his wide-eyed gaze with a smile.
“What, you thought I was the only one who liked nipples?” he said, and Bran’s cock jumped as Yves’ hand closed around it.
“It’s a crime for a sex slave to act so surprised when people want to touch him,” said Yves, his mouth still close to Bran’s skin, and Bran tensed up again involuntarily at the sharp tone. “No, it’s not your fault, I mean your master– masters?– must not have been much for foreplay. Didn’t they ever want you to come for them?”
“No,” said Bran almost angrily. He didn’t want to think about his former masters, not now, with Yves’ fingers rippling gently at his cock, his mouth traveling over Bran’s skin, giving him goosebumps. He realized he was shivering continuously now, and closed his eyes to try to relax again.
“You poor kid,” said Yves, and a soft kiss on the lips surprised Bran into opening his eyes again. “It’s like seducing a virgin. Or one of these really young married ladies who’ve never been with anyone but their husbands, like what’s her name, that bought Tim.” He nibbled Bran’s earlobe. “Except they usually touch back. You can, you know.”
“I–“ Bran hesitated. “I will, but I don’t know what– pleases you.“
“Well, I don’t know exactly what pleases you yet either, do I?” said Yves, between spine-tingling kisses and bites to Bran’s neck and collarbone, while Holden watched without speaking. “That’s why I’m trying stuff out with one hand on your cock. Just touch me. You must know some seduction techniques, or did they really just always fling you down and fuck you?”
Blushing, Bran reached down to put a hand gingerly on Yves’ cock. He was concentrating so hard on Yves’ reaction that he forgot he was being touched in turn. Yves stopped, looking at Bran curiously, and Bran pulled his hand away, thinking he had done something wrong. Yves shook his head and looked up at Holden.
“Now I’ve lost him,” he said, chagrined. “Is he this jumpy with you?”
“He trusts me,” said Holden. “He doesn’t know if he can trust you yet.”
“What’s he think I can do to him, with you sitting right there? Scowl?”
“Something like that,” said Holden. “It’s not about fear of punishment, I don’t think. But he trusts me to– enjoy him. You know how starved he’s been for approval.”
“Yeah,” said Yves, looking back at Bran with an oddly gentle expression. “Okay. It’s okay, kid. You’re doing just fine, don’t worry. In fact–“ He took Bran by the shoulders and turned him over onto his belly. “Just relax. I’ll drive.”
Bran laughed a little as Yves kissed the back of his neck, then kissed each of his shoulders.
“You like being kissed, yeah? And petted, I can tell.” A gentle hand ran its way down his spine all the way to the cleft of his buttocks; one finger slipped a little further. Bran arched automatically into the touch, pushing back against the finger.
“You ready for me?” said Yves softly.
Bran tried to think how to answer. “No” didn’t seem very diplomatic, and it wasn’t exactly true either; he wasn’t really scared, and Holden had gotten him used enough to being fucked again after the weeks of disuse that he probably wouldn’t get hurt. But he was enjoying Yves’ kisses and caresses, and didn’t want them to stop yet. He thought Yves was enjoying them too, but if Yves was just trying to relax him so he could fuck him without damaging Bran and annoying Holden, Bran knew it would be in his best interest to be as low-maintenance as possible.
“Sif’s sake, kid,” said Yves, “it’s not a trick question.”
“Be patient, sweetheart,” said Holden. “He just wants to get it right.”
“I know, and he’s about to break my heart, which is not really the mood I’m going for. Look, Bran, is this going to be easier for you if I stop asking you questions and just do what I want?”
“Yes,” Bran said gratefully. “Please.”
“Okay. But if you want me to stop doing something, or do something else, just say so, yeah? I won’t be mad, I promise. I want this to be good for you.”
Yves kissed his way leisurely down Bran’s spine, licking and sucking at each individual vertebra while Bran tried not to squirm at the small shocks of pleasure Yves’ mouth sent through him, then reached his ass and gently parted his buttocks. Bran cried out softly with astonished pleasure when he felt the tongue lick along his crease and down between his legs; Yves lapped at his balls, and seemed to linger forever, kissing and licking and sucking at the tender skin between Bran’s legs and biting softly, then sharply enough that Bran had to suck in his breath, at his inner thighs.
“You and your oral fixation,” said Holden, while Bran made fists in the sheet and tried desperately to hold still, unable to decide whether the sensations were delicious or maddening. Both, he decided, and moaned aloud as Yves’ tongue returned to his hole, pushing delicately inside. Bran’s cock, pressed between him and the bed, struggled to harden, and he lifted his hips very slightly to try to gain some friction against the sheets, whimpering softly with frustrated arousal.
Yves pulled back– Bran bit his lip, hoping he wasn’t annoyed by the squirming– took Bran by the hips and lifted them gently; Bran pulled his knees up automatically, folding them under him and spreading them wide, and Yves licked again, fucking Bran with his tongue before he pulled away again and Bran waited, shaking, spread. Yves’ cock pressed, slick and hard, against him for only a moment before slipping gently inside. Bran let out the breath he had been unconsciously holding.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” said Yves, startling Bran into moving back against him. He laughed, gripped Bran’s hips and held them in place, sliding in with unbearable slowness, then withdrawing almost completely before starting to push slowly back in. Bran groaned with wordless frustration, waiting for Yves to speed up, but he didn’t. The slow, slow stroking went on. Bran held still as long as he could, but when his body disobeyed him and tried to rock back against Yves, Yves’ hands still held him in place.
“Please...” Bran said finally, his voice shaking.
“Please what?” Yves said innocently, pulling back. “You want me to do something different? I told you, just ask.”
Bran went hot with embarrassment. He had never asked for anything like this, but... “Please... faster...”
“Do what faster?”
“Fuck me faster,” said Bran, his face so hot he felt feverish. “Please. Please!”
Nails digging into the skin of his hips, Yves drove into him, and Bran cried out with agonized pleasure, his cock throbbing to the hard, swift rhythm of Yves’ thrusts.
Yves’ orgasm came without warning or fuss, just a last forceful shove into Bran, and he had barely pulled out when with one swift motion he had Bran on his back and Bran’s aching cock in his hot mouth, sucking as if he were starving. Taken off guard, Bran almost screamed as he came into Yves’ mouth. Yves sucked and swallowed and sucked again at Bran’s spent, sensitized cock, until Bran gasped again, the word coming easier this time, “Please, please stop!” and Yves pulled back again, licking his flushed lips, his eyes dark with pleasure, turning to Holden, looking like a cat in cream.
“You think you’re done?” Holden growled, and grabbed a fistful of Yves’ hair, yanking his head down towards Holden’s own groin. Yves was still laughing as his lips closed around his master’s cock.
“You’re never done when you’re this good,” he said, a little breathlessly, after Holden had released him. “By the way, master, I win.”
“That you do,” said Holden, a flush of pleasure coloring his own cheeks, and reached out a hand to Bran, who was already half hard again after watching Yves work. He crawled awkwardly across the bed and curled up where Holden touched the bed, his head in his master’s lap, feeling some residual tension leave him as Holden laid a hand on his back and added, “Fair and square.”
“Thank you,” said Yves. “That took all I had. I was starting to think he actually preferred being fucked at glacier speed.”
“You did very well,” said Holden to Bran in the warm, almost tender tone that affected Bran like an opiate. “Even if you did lose me a bet.”
“A bet?” Bran echoed, half turning his head to look up from one man to the other.
“I bet him I could make you beg,” said Yves with satisfaction. “And you came through. Twice! Does the second one count, master? I mean, after he came?”
“Sure, why not?” said Holden good-naturedly. “It was worth it just to hear him.”
“Worth what, master?” asked Bran, who had been both the subject and the stake in bets before, though never ones he had enjoyed settling, or where both gamblers seemed almost equally delighted with the outcome and with him. “What was the wager?”
“Nothing you need to worry about,” said Holden, grinning, and Yves slapped Bran’s hip, making him flinch reflexively before he realized the smack was celebratory.
“I owe you one, kid,” he said cheerfully. “And I enjoyed the hell out of it, too. Did you? Or do you just know how fucking sexy you are, making all those little cries and moving like you’re trying not to move but you can’t help it because I’m just that good?”
Bran was glad he was lying down; the rush of blood to his face made him slightly dizzy.
“Thank you,” he managed, as Holden stroked his overheated cheek affectionately.
“Make sure you sell him to someone who’s good in bed, master,” said Yves, winking at Bran. “What a waste otherwise.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” said Holden as Bran nestled involuntarily a little closer to him. “I’ve got quite the list of criteria for whoever gets this one.”
Part Eleven