Die Young, Stay Pretty

“It is, isn’t it?” Cameron grinned at the smack to his ass, stepping out of the heels to be at a bettee height for Brayden. “It’s a shame to take them off so soon, bit I figured this might be easier if we were the same height.”

Brayden ran his fingers through Cameron’s hair when he was closer to level with him. “We’re all the same height laying down, aren’t we sweetheart” he purred, an arm snaking around the other’s frame fluidly. “If you wanna fuck to repay me, I certainly don’t need it. If you want to fuck for the sake of fucking then we can fuck all day” he smirked, tugging the boy back with him to the bed.

“Indeed we are.” Cameron chuckled before giving a soft gasp, as if offended. “Oh, no need to worry about that. I would never reduce something like sex to merely a form of payment.” He let himself be pulled along, smirking as they finally reached the bed.

He smiled and nuzzled into James’ neck, pressing a few soft kisses to his skin, occasionally nipping at his. Cameron gave a happy little sigh when he felt the master’s arm slide around him, trailing his fingernails around the man’s back and shoulders. “Thank you, sir.”

“Of course, sweet boy,” James mused as he set the phone down. The nips and kisses made James smile, gently encouraging Cameron’s face up to meet his own, kissing him gently. “How are you feeling?”

Cameron looked up to meet James’ eyes, but his only fell closed as he leaned in for the soft kiss. “I feel a bit tired, I kinda just wanna eat the stuff and rest...” He murmured, kissing him once more.

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Cameron looked back over his shoulder at James, obviously perking up at the suggestion. “That would be lovely, thank you.” He nodded, sitting up and shifting around so he straddled the master, legs wrapping around his waist. “The fruit and chocolate one, please, Master!”

James grinned at the other seeming excited. “Chocolate and fruit it is,” he deemed and dialed the phone for room service. His free arm wrapped around Cameron’s waist as the other straddled him, thumb rubbing soothingly up and down his sweet boy’s skin. He ordered the room service and when he was done, he leaned up and pressed a sweet kiss to Cameron’s lips. “It should be here in about fifteen minutes.”

He smiled and nuzzled into James’ neck, pressing a few soft kisses to his skin, occasionally nipping at his. Cameron gave a happy little sigh when he felt the master’s arm slide around him, trailing his fingernails around the man’s back and shoulders. “Thank you, sir.”

Cameron gave a small laugh at the kisses along his shoulder, one hand winding up into Brayden’s hair. “I don’t think anyone’s a stranger here. I mean, considering our situation…” He leaned down, closer.

He smirked and moved to lick a broad stripe over the other’s neck before kissing down along his shoulder. “Thats certainly a fun way of looking at it” he purred, swatting his ass firmly.

"It is, isn't it?" Cameron grinned at the smack to his ass, stepping out of the heels to be at a bettee height for Brayden. "It's a shame to take them off so soon, bit I figured this might be easier if we were the same height."

“Hm, it’s all fine, Master…” He purred, shifting his hips on James’ lap. The cool down relaxed him as he came down from his blissful high and Cameron nodded. grateful to be with someone so caring. “Yes, please. May I have something sweet?”

“Of course you may, I know just the thing,” he said and rubbed the small of Cameron’s back as he leaned over to snag the phone. “How do you feel about chocolate and fruit? There’s an excellent fruit and chocolate fondue tray, and the cake is delicious if you’d want something that sweet. What do you say?”

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Cameron looked back over his shoulder at James, obviously perking up at the suggestion. “That would be lovely, thank you.” He nodded, sitting up and shifting around so he straddled the master, legs wrapping around his waist. “The fruit and chocolate one, please, Master!”

Cameron didn’t think this was the kind of place to do parties, especially where slaves were welcome as well. He decided to go for something he’d suit, flipping his hair over before teasing the longer, layered side of his hair up and pinning the shorter side back. He was all punk, from the thigh-high platform boots (which he didn’t really need), the torn fishnets and tight leather shorts that hugged his ass nicely.

Cameron found a torn black tank that stopped just above his hips and layered and studded leather jacket over it, lining his eyes thickly with smudged black liner and painting his lips a dark purple.

You could never go wrong with a good 80′s punk look.

“Wonderful.” Cameron gave a breathless little laugh as he watched James go, sliding over his lap with ease when he returned. He rested his head on his arms, the sudden coldness of the cream on his stinging skin startling him for a second. “Yes, sir. It’s cold. But nice.”

“Sorry,” Jim cooed and worked the cream in. “It should help, cool you off and leave less bruising. He massaged his ass and rubbed in two more rounds of the cream, making sure his ass was cooling off properly. “Do you need anything else? Do you need to eat? Something to drink?”

“Hm, it’s all fine, Master...” He purred, shifting his hips on James’ lap. The cool down relaxed him as he came down from his blissful high and Cameron nodded. grateful to be with someone so caring. “Yes, please. May I have something sweet?”

He grinned as Brayden took him up on the offer, arms now resting over the other slave’s shoulders. “You’re free to do whatever you want.” Cameron slowly ran both hands down the boy’s body, leaning in closer to him. “I’m not going to stop you.”

He smirked and kissed along his shoulder, mostly because it was the only thing he could reach with the height difference. “Is that so?” he smirked, his voice a smooth purr “Dangerous words to say to a stranger.” he returned to kneading at his ass “I might just have to take you up on that.”

Cameron gave a small laugh at the kisses along his shoulder, one hand winding up into Brayden’s hair. “I don’t think anyone’s a stranger here. I mean, considering our situation...” He leaned down, closer.

“Mm, and I loved every second of it.” He wore a smug smile before he shifted, reluctantly letting James go. “Alright, Master, as you wish. I hope those handprints last.”

“Oh they’re going to be there for another hour at least,” he said with a grin. Sliding out of the bed, Jim went to the bathroom to get the soothing cream he uses after impact play. He came back and slid into the bed, pulling Cameron over his lay, ass hiked up a bit over his thighs. “Just relax, and tell me if I need to ease up,” he said gently and got cream on his hands, beginning to rub it into Cameron’s still heated cheeks.

“Wonderful.” Cameron gave a breathless little laugh as he watched James go, sliding over his lap with ease when he returned. He rested his head on his arms, the sudden coldness of the cream on his stinging skin startling him for a second. “Yes, sir. It’s cold. But nice.”

“Thank you.” Cameron murmured once again, curling up happily to James, arms winding around his waist as he buried his face in his chest. His eyes fell closed as the master pet his hair, a content hum leaving him.

James grinned as Cameron snuggled up to him. “Don’t get too comfy. I have to get a good cream for your ass. You took a beautiful spanking,” he murmured and kissed Cameron’s hair.

“Mm, and I loved every second of it.” He wore a smug smile before he shifted, reluctantly letting James go. “Alright, Master, as you wish. I hope those handprints last.”

“That’s awfully generous of you.” Cameron murmured, taking a small step closer to Brayden. The other slave was undeniably pretty - not that Cameron would actually say so out loud, but he really was. “You’re welcome to come in and touch me up while I wear then any time.”

Brayden chuckled. “Well I mean, if you’re offering” he cooed, sliding behind him and running his hands over the other’s body playfully. “It would be just rude of me not to take you up on the offer” He ran his hands over his thighs before bringing them back to knead at his ass a bit more.

He grinned as Brayden took him up on the offer, arms now resting over the other slave’s shoulders. “You’re free to do whatever you want.” Cameron slowly ran both hands down the boy’s body, leaning in closer to him. “I’m not going to stop you.”

Each next thrust brought forth another whimper from Cameron, his entire body shaky as he slowly came down from his high. The praise gave him a bit of pride and he smiled softly, tired, but happy. “Thank you, master…” He panted, his grip on the sheets finally relaxing, as well as every other muscle in his body.

James felt the other practically melt under him and stilled, easing himself out of Cameron and laying beside him, getting his breath back under control. “You did so well,” he praised, petting Cameron’s hair with one hand, the other pulling the boy closer to his body.

“Thank you.” Cameron murmured once again, curling up happily to James, arms winding around his waist as he buried his face in his chest. His eyes fell closed as the master pet his hair, a content hum leaving him.

He pulled at the restraints on his wrists, another noise leaving him at the next nip. Cameron watched, excited, as Elijah lit the candle, hips shifting at the tug. “Fuck…” Cameron breathed. “Please make it hurt for me, Daddy…”

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‘Oh baby, you know I will.’ Elijah moaned, tipping the candlestick just enough for a trickle of hot, molten wax to slide down onto the boy’s chest, cooling almost instantly as the drops hit his skin. ‘Mmmm… You like that, baby? You want to be pretty for your Daddy, don’t you? Wanna make him happy?’