For bringonthemen

[thatsmyjonson]

[ Modern AU thing, no incarnation shenanigans. Just two kinky dudes doing their thing. ]

They'd been together for months. It was more of a relationship than Dane had ever had. He kept considering he should bail, he'd even tried a few times. But he just couldn't. Lucian was everything he'd ever dreamed of having in his life, an impossible fantasy brought to life. Tender, caring, considerate and gentle in all the places he needed to be. But not afraid to slap Dane around, call him filthy names, and demand he do demeaning things. It scared him how perfect Lucian was for him. For this reason, he'd been afraid to actually commit to anything. Date to date, night to night, it might end at any time and he was actually afraid to lose it.

There may have been some alcohol involved when Dane planned what he was going to do for Lucian's birthday. He almost cancelled several times. Was he going over the top? He wasn't sure. All he'd tell Lucian was that they both needed the whole weekend off from work. Friday, Saturday, Sunday. He'd only say that he'd be waiting for Lucian when he got home on Thursday. Make no other plans. Oh god, he hoped this didn't blow up in his face.

At the door for Lucian when he got home was simply a note that said "In the bedroom. -D"

The bedroom door was closed. Affixed to the door was a longer note, next to it was tacked a ring with several small keys, each one with their own tag. Collar, little cage, big cage, everything else. There was also a small remote control with just a few buttons. The note read: "Lucian, you deserve every toy you ever wanted for your birthday. So I'm yours for the weekend. Anything stays as long as you want, even after your birthday. Yours, Dane." Then scrawled in red ink in the corner: "P.S. The safeword is 'coyote' or tapping 3 times, so do your worst. Toys don't get to choose what happens. ;)"

It was as close as he could get to saying the collar was meant to stay for as long as Lucian wanted it to. He'd been too afraid to actually put it into words, so it was up to Lucian to see the meaning it.

Inside, Lucian's bedroom had been substantially transformed. Mostly, his bed was replaced with a four-post red and black beauty. A wrought iron headboard was decorative at first glance, but to even the casual kinkster, the alternative uses were clear. The bed was taller than average to accommodate the removable cage tucked under the foot of it. A red bed skirt was pinned back, a light shining inside the cage to show the plush red blanket on the bottom. But otherwise it was unforgiving, naked iron. The lock on the door was built in and engaged upon closing the door. All around the room, Lucian's favorite toys were all laid out, plus several new things. Fancy things. A full leather hood, leather arm binder, cuffs, insertable toys, various gags, an impressive stack of bondage tape. All in red and black.

However, the true main attraction was on the bed. Dane, nearly naked, stretched out on his back. His legs held wide apart, fixed to each post at the foot of the bed by straps. The point where cuff and strap met dangled a little lock, and yet another to hold each cuff closed. The same went for his hands, held together above his head, a short length of chain looping through the headboard. A harness wrapped around his head, holding a thick blindfold and red ballgag in place. The straps of a harness criss-crossed his torso. Unseen, a sizeable plug was nestled inside his ass, just waiting for a press of a button to start vibrating. The collar around his neck was slender black leather with red studs, two tags. One simply had his name, the other said "Property of Lucian." A very small lock held it closed. And finally was the little cage, hidden by a bright red ribbon wrapped around Dane's cock, with a bow perched on top. Under it was a cage of slender bars made out of dark, almost black metal.

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[bringonthemen]

He really wasn't planning on doing anything. A few drinks with Dane and his friends, and then a few drinks with Lucian's coworkers--that sounded good. He hadn't thought much about being another year older, but Lucian tended not to focus on things like that. What mattered was the moment, and how he felt.

Honestly, he felt pretty amazing. Most of that was probably because of his boyfriend--or rather, not his boyfriend. He'd wanted nothing more than to ask him, but was fairly certain he'd scare his little coyote off. So he kept it in the back of his head, where it became a little nagging presence, constantly telling him he's probably not good enough for Dane. Not a good dom, not a good boyfriend... It wouldn't stop him from trying.

Besides, it's his birthday. Lucian refused to think of shitty things on his birthday. Dane had said take a weekend off and he was hesitant to--he hates not working, always has--but he'd reluctantly obeyed. He refused not to go out with his coworkers, though, but it was his usual hour or so pint and then a quick move back home.

He wasn't expecting the notes. Lucian wasn't really expecting anything, but when he closed the front door he locked it, just in case. The note, the keyring... It's the second note that sent a jolt straight to his cock. He walks a little fast, boots hitting the floor and echoing, and his breath catches in his throat as he comes across the most beautiful sight he's ever seen.

The bed and toys are great, too, he supposes, but Dane.

He's glad the other is blindfolded because the fact that he's grinning like an idiot would certainly spoil the mood. Instead, he puts on his game face, takes a sharp breath, and then dangles the key ring loudly. It jangles and jingles angrily, sharp in the silence, and Lucian scoffs as he moves around the room, examining everything from every angle.

Honestly, he's touched. No one has ever done this for him, and all he can think about is the price. He keeps his voice cold, devoid of much emotion other than disapproval.

"I'm expected to play with you? That's hardly much of a birthday present, given how much of a little shit you are. Did you think this will make me happy?"

He moves forward, leering at Dane even if he can't see it, and gives him a sharp smack across the face. "Hmmm? Did you really think someone like you could be what I want?"

Oh, he already had plans.

[thatsmyjonson]

Dane let out an frantic little questioning sound around the gag. For a terrifying, perilous moment he thought he'd actually fucked up. His stomach dropped like he was on a nasty dip of a roller coaster. Only after that sickening rush and a moment of tugging at the cuffs did the actual tone register. That wasn't actual disappointment. That was Lucian's bedroom voice. The cold, cruel act that Dane loved so much. He barely let out a sigh of relief when the hand hit his cheek.

The surprise made the slap sting all that much more as he hadn't even suspected it in the slightest. A shudder ran through him, focused primarily on his hips. God, he was regretting that ribbon. The cage was bad enough, even if he'd spent time getting used to THAT part. But the pressure of the ribbon on top of that was already maddening. It felt better than he could have ever imagined. Mostly, it was the final tag, hidden under the ribbon, that scratched and rubbed that he regretted.

He let out a soft moan, trying to plead around the gag. But there wasn't much he could do. So he pressed his head back against the bed, squirming. He'd be good. Really he would. Maybe. He'd at least try. Mostly.

[bringonthemen]

There it was, that soft little moan, heard even though it's muffled. It's pleasing to him, and he allows himself a tiny little smirk as he raked his eyes over his boyfriend. He'd really outdone himself.

He grabs the other's hair, pulling it tight as possible from the base of the skull and yanks back as hard as he can, keeping his voice low and directly into Dane's ear.

"Look at how fucking pathetic you are. Can't even take a little slap. You really think I want to stick my cock in you?"

And at the same time his free hand is roaming, almost gentle, until he gets to Dane's nipple. He pinches sharply, no intention of being kind in the least, and once he reaches Dane's groin he breathes heavily in the other's ear.

"Did you cage yourself, pet?" He asks, and he's almost cooing.

[thatsmyjonson]

With his head already against the pillows, there wasn't very far it could go. But still his chin angled up toward the headboard, his back arching in an attempt to accommodate it. But he'd secured himself a little too well and there was very little slack to do such a thing. His limbs strained against the cuffs until he gave up and uselessly collapsed against the sheets again.

His breath huffed through his nose, his cheeks turning a brilliant red at Lucian's words. Each breath made his chest heave, making him all too aware of the straps that hugged his body. All too aware of Lucian's roaming fingers. Those words and the breath against his ear sparked a shiver that rooted deep in his gut. It made his heart flutter madly in his chest. Nerves, fear, and elation all mingled into a dizzying concoction. The fact that he might actually be getting just what he's always dreamed, always fantasized about both thrilled and terrified him.

He didn't need to wait long on that precipice of anxiety because fingers quickly found his nipple and had him jerking hard against the bonds, a whimpering cry rising behind the gag. It actually takes him a moment to find enough mental traction to understand what he'd been asked. Those fingers were so very distracting. He nodded, frantically, letting out a sound that he hoped came across as pleading and appeasing rather than simply pathetic. "Unwrap it," he wanted to say. "It's your real present." But all he could do was make muffled, desperate sounds.

[bringonthemen]

Oh, Lucian knew that well. It was the only thing tied in a pretty bow, and he the way Dane immediately started squirming pretty much told him all he needed to know. It also ensured that he was going to take his own sweet time unwrapping what he guessed was a ring.

After all, toys don't get a say.

"Awwwh," It's almost baby-talk, a cooing that's not encouraging in the least. "Can't handle what you've gotten yourself in to, hmm?" The hand in his hair stops, only because he's backhanding him now, harsh, and his fingers physically press the ball on gag down as hard as he could, making it as uncomfortable as possible.

That eases up, and it's only because Lucian is dragging nails down the nipple that hadn't been abused before. He looks satisfied, if for a brief moment, and steps back.

Time to play with his toys. Footsteps can be heard going to the closet first, though, where he retrieves his favourite jacket. Next, the side tables where everything is laid out. The jangling of the keys he has make him think for a very brief moment, because he remembers the switch--he pulls it out, considers for a moment, and watches Dane closely as he presses the softest pulsating setting on the plug.

[thatsmyjonson]

Every word, every touch, every graze brought a new wave of squirming, whimpering and attempts to beg from Dane. His heart thundered in his chest and his breath shook, a delightful sort of fear settling in. The sort that wouldn't be chased away any time soon. A fear rooted in uncertainty. Because he was starting to see that there would be no plan, no guidance, no set direction. But that was the point. That's exactly what he set up. The only thing he knew for sure was that he didn't want it to stop. It felt like electricity inside him, and he hoped this was just a hint of what Lucian would do.

The pressure on the gag seemed to cement that hope. He squirmed and tugged, as his tongue was forced back and he started to have trouble breathing. It could only go back so far, but still it made it difficult enough that whimpers became garbled choking sounds. When it was let up, he sucked in a breath through his nose, each exhale carrying a small sound that seemed to hint at a low-simmering panic. But that halted the moment the plug started to vibrate. Not just vibrate, but pulsing. His hips jerked at the sudden stimulation, before rolling involuntarily.

The ribbon over the tip of his cock started to darken, already dripping from Lucian's teasing. The writhing of his hips making the ribbon shift against his sensitive skin didn't help matters at all.

[bringonthemen]

He's barely doing anything and Dane is putty in his hands. It sends its own sort of thrill down Lucian's spine, and he takes his time getting back to Dane. He actually stops to look in the full length mirror, just to make sure he looks presentable. It doesn't matter if Dane can't see him, after all, this is his day.

He does watch Dane buck and breath, watching that ribcage rise and fall with utmost adoration before he snaps to and realizes something. He's found a way to punish Dane.

"You," he says sharply, and grabs a new bamboo cane from the table. "You've just ruined that bow." And without warning, he snaps the cane just below Dane's knee, hard and sharp.

He bites, though, and after a second smack to Dane's outer thigh, he's unwrapping the bow. The cage is beautiful, there's no doubt--and he's glad Dane's blindfolded, because he's grinning like an idiot. He's outdone himself this time.

Lucian breathes audibly through his nose, sharp and agitated, and places his index finger along a slot in the cage, touching sensitive skin.

"That's going to stay on until you learn not to soil people's pretty things, pet."

[thatsmyjonson]

Laying there, squirming, Dane strained to listen for Lucian over the sound of his own breathing and racing pulse. But they were thunderous in his ears and Lucian wasn't making enough noise to track him. A rustle here, a footstep there. All Dane could do was imagine what he was doing. Watching or ignoring. Either was enough to drag that deep, dark blush down to his shoulders.

The words had his mind racing. Ruined? How?! Did it come loose? But before he could gather his thoughts into something coherent, the cane snapped across his shin. He'd never felt pain on such a level before. Well, not from Lucian. He jack-knifed against the bonds, letting out a genuine howl behind the gag. It was contrast enough that the second strike pulled only a flinch and a whimper. His eyes watered behind the blindfold as the blinding white from the first blow started to fade.

A tag, attached to the lock by a bit of string, fluttered loose. Dane let out a soft sigh as the rough edges finally fell away. One side of the tag read "Suggested use: Do not unlock until Keyholder cums 32 times" in Dane's slanted handwriting. Specifically using Lucian's age. The back read, "But that's only a suggestion." Dane had written it knowing full well that reaching such a number would be difficult to achieve in the time they had. Part of him hoped it would last beyond that. But now he wasn't sure what he wanted Lucian to assume.

He let out a small whine and just nodded. So that's how he'd ruined it. But it was hard to focus on that, because now the cool air fell across the skin that pressed so firmly against those bars. It was almost as maddening as the pressure of the ribbon had been.