Finn for the Win

"I'm the Van Gogh in the art of war." Finn Winchester. 803. Familiar (Wrath). Bottom. Slave. Purchased by Gareth Bradbury. ELEMENTAL MAGIC: Air Magic (advanced) Earth Magic (expert) Electricity Magic (expert) Hell Fire Magic (expert) Ice Magic (advanced) [[Closed RP account for Krovs Castle. Will only RP with members of Krovs.]]

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[garethbradbury]

Oh, now that was a fun expression on his slave's face. Gareth was almost hoping that Finn would try and attack him because that would make the night even better to put the familiar in his place, but he didn't think Finn was quite that stupid. He shrugged after a second, leaning forward to type a few things before his attention returned to the older man. "I don't know why you're surprised, you know I have cameras all over the suite. I was just compiling my favorite moments for us to enjoy again while you were resting. Want to see it?"

[familiar-finn]

Finn gripped his own bicep tightly practically drawing blood from his nails. His eye visibly twitched. His back molars threatened to crack together. It was so stupid. So fucking stupid. This was typical fucking Gareth trying to get a rise out of him and he shouldn’t take the bait. Really he should turn around and leave the suite for a few hours until he cooled down enough to handle this.

Unfortunately, Finn didn’t have a patient bone in his body.

His pulse thundered in his ears. He saw red. In a flash, he lunged over the desk, tackling Gareth to the ground with clawed hands around the aswang’s throat and eyes wild with mania.

“You fuckin’ bastard,” he snarled in a gruff voice. He slammed Gareth’s head hard against the floor. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

[garethbradbury]

There was only so long he could draw things out before he became impatient, especially when Finn was making those noises. The aswang huffed and gave a final squeeze to his slave's throat before he pulled back, both hands falling to rest on the older man's hips. Gareth adjusted his angle a little and then started to thrust hard, slamming into Finn and burying himself deep with every forward push. He was tempted to knock his slave's hand away from his cock but was much more interested in chasing after his own release, the aswang's head falling back with a moan. It didn't take long at all for him to cum, three rough thrusts before he stopped, his grip tightening to the point of bruising on Finn's hips to keep him right where he was.

[familiar-finn]

Finn let out another little cry when he felt Gareth cum inside him. He kept rocking back against his master until he felt him stop. He stayed right where he was kneeled over on the floor, hands balled into fists with nails digging hard into his palm. He kept his eyes closed. His chest heaved with labored breaths as he came down from the high. It was a couple of minutes before his muscles relaxed and he could speak again. "Satisfied, daddy?" he huffed.

[garethbradbury]

Gareth rolled his eyes in response, guiding Finn back toward the shower wall opposite the showerhead. "Just get down on your knees, princess, and I'll make sure that I'm cleaned up enough for you." The aswang flicked him on the nose and grabbed the bodywash, maybe going a little excessive with it just to stop Finn whining at him. Once he'd washed it all off, the master stepped closer to his slave and smirked. "Good enough for you, honey pot?"

[familiar-finn]

Finn shot the other a look at the nickname and dropped to his knees on the tiled floor while he witnessed Gareth clean himself up. "Yes, thank you," he said. He wrapped his hand around the aswang's cock and gave it a few quick strokes to wake him up, the water from the shower and washing seconds prior helping with wetting it. Finn's mouth would aid in that further soon enough.

He stuck his tongue out and licked a thick, flat stripe up along the underside from base to tip. He lapped slowly with the tip of this tongue at the frenulum some and then wrapped his lips around the head. He suckled and nursed, rubbed it against the roof of his mouth, swirled his tongue around it, and teased at the slit, all while his hand stroked down and up, down and up along Gareth's shaft.

He kept his up for a few minutes and then his hand moved all the way up to meet his mouth, index finger and thumb forming a ring right against his lips. His bright eyes flicked up, watching Gareth intently through dark lashes. He hollowed his cheeks as he sank further down on his cock, the ring giving the illusion of extra depth even as he stopped right in his comfort zone. Finn's eyes rolled back, his lashes fluttered as he moaned around Gareth's virile masculinity throbbing hot in his mouth like the cock hungry slut he could be. He swallowed hard around him and then pulsed his neck, twisted head side to side, and massaged everywhere else with his tongue. Finn was generous with the amount of saliva he applied in his work. He rinsed and repeated each of his moves, bobbing along the shaft, moving back up to the head, moaning and swallowing around him, all while keeping his gaze locked on the aswang's. He didn't dare stop until Gareth either told him to or his master came.

[garethbradbury]

Gareth leaned back in his chair and looked at Finn with a smug smile, taking in that scowl. So apparently his slave was back to his normal self, which was both somehow a relief and a disappointment. "What? You're not going to come over here and sit on my lap? Tell me how much you love me and that you want to be mine forever?" He asked, his smile widening. "I'm so damn happy I have that all on camera."

[familiar-finn]

Finn narrowed his eyes at Gareth and crossed his arms over his chest. He wished that the love spell came with a memory wipe after so he didn't have to remember that so clearly. Though it was really the second part that had Finn stiffening in place. His eyes slitted further and his upper lip curled over his teeth in a snarl. "You what?"

[xicedragon]

Ryker also needed a moment to catch his own breath as he held the familiar against him. The came the toothy grin as he settled down, his heart easing back down to the normal beats as he spoke. "Always good for me." He said, looking at him a moment before he pulled him down for a brief kiss. "Up for another round?" He asked with the knowledge the answer was likely yes. He could go for another, especially with how good he felt tightly wrapped around his dick.

[familiar-finn]

Finn hummed into the kiss and smiled. "I sure am," he murmured, already rolling his hips again in the ice dragon's lap. His powers might be negated but his libido sure wasn't. He needed a little longer to recover than usual, but it'd only be a few minutes. Maybe less while he occupied the younger slave's lap, felt his firm body underneath his wandering fingertips.

[familiar-finn]

[garethbradbury]

Gareth simply let himself enjoy the attention for a few seconds, glancing in the corner at where he'd hidden one of the many cameras around the suite. The aswang kissed his slave back for a second, his tongue tracing the inside of the older man's mouth to taste him, and then he pulled away. "Satisfied for now." He brought his hand down on Finn's ass in a sharp smack, nipping at his jaw before Gareth slid out from underneath him. "Come and find me in my office in a few hours and we can have more fun." The master flashed his familiar a smirk, knowing that Finn would be back to himself by then, and swept out of the room.

[familiar-finn]

Finn frowned watching his master leave but didn’t complain further. He could go a few hours without Gareth… maybe. He didn’t like it but he could.

He did his own thing in the suite for the next few hours though didn’t bother changing out of the corset and heels in case Gareth still wanted him in that. The spell inevitably wore off though Finn retained his memories of everything he felt and done for the aswang. He wished it came with a memory wipe at the end.

He walked into Gareth’s office with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl. “How d’you fuckin’ want me now?”

[garethbradbury]

Gong off that little huff from Finn, Gareth had the suspicion that the pampered princess was going to have a fit at him later for deciding to fuck him on the floor. The master didn't see what the big deal was -- the staff had to clean these rooms every night -- but he enjoyed when Finn got all bitchy at him, anyway, so he didn't bother saying anything. His hips rocked forward slowly once it seemed like Finn had adjusted to him and the aswang hummed. "I really do love it when you give up on pretending you hate all this." Gareth told the familiar with a grin, not giving him any time to respond as he started to fuck him. He stretched over the familiar a little bit, pressing his chest to Finn's back and wrapped one hand around the older man's throat. It didn't exactly allow him to thrust very hard, but Gareth was all too happy to take his time here, tightening his hand around his slave's throat.

[familiar-finn]

“I’m not pretendin’,” Finn growled, glaring back at Gareth. He quickly fell quiet save for the usual grunts and groans surely heard outside the private room. It didn’t matter. The strip club was in a sex castle with sex slaves working as strippers — sex was part of the job here, even if it wasn’t with his own master. Well, assuming Gareth would allow Finn as a purchased slave to fuck other clients.

His sounds came out raspier with the aswang’s grip around his neck. It didn’t stop him from moaning Gareth’s name and rocking back against him. “Please, fuck me… please,” he panted over and over when he could. He reached down and stroked his own cock throbbing between his legs, noises pitching further in volume as he neared his orgasm.

[garethbradbury]

"Adorable that you think I won't follow through. Never seem to learn." The aswang waited for Finn to rinse his hair out and clean himself off before he reached out to hook a finger under his slave's chin. Gareth used that to pull him away from the spray of water, dropping a quick kiss to his lips. "Get on your knees, then."

[familiar-finn]

Finn shot Gareth a look at the request. “Fuckin’ hope you washed your dick good enough after it’s been in my ass,” he muttered. He didn’t like the idea of blowing anyone after already being fucked.

[garethbradbury]

The aswang started to laugh quietly, turning his head to let his fangs graze lightly against his familiar's jaw. "I really can't fucking wait to show this all to you later." He purred, nipping hard before he pulled away from Finn and rolled onto his back. "Lucky for you that I don't plan on letting you go ever."

[familiar-finn]

"Good." Finn beamed at the idea of being Gareth's forever. He rolled over into the aswang's space, resting on top of him with his palms on the younger's broad chest. He pressed a kiss between his pecs, then to his collar bone, his neck, and then caught his lips in a kiss. "D'you need another round or are you satisfied?"

[familiar-finn]

[familiar-finn]

[shadedempsey]

There was no complaint from Shade, his dick still buried deep and he was more than willing to keep doing anything Finn said with the leash and collar round his neck. "Anything you want." Agreed, letting his claws dig into Finn's hips to pull him roughing into his thrusts as he did start to fuck him harder than the previous time not giving him a moment of reprieve.

[familiar-finn]

Finn did like the sound of that. He had his powers restored for this event so he recovered a lot quicker, able to take Shade fucking him over and over right after his orgasms. The spell helped that aspect in keeping him hard up even after a few climaxes and only when he felt satisfaction coming on did he finally grant the pent up cambion permission. "Fuckin' cum for me, Dempsey, now," he panted as he came once more.

[shadedempsey]

Shade did as he was told grabbing the familiar by the hair and yanking his head back sinking his fangs into his neck as he thrust roughly into his ass testing the sturdiness of the counter they fucked against. The orders still no bothering him because he was getting what he wanted and the day was shit for what it was. He hated working, more so not seeing a fucking dime for the work either. So fucking of to literally put his dick in Finn's fine ass was more than welcomed.

[familiar-finn]

"Shade––" Finn cried out the younger's name when he finally came, those teeth in his neck hitting the right fucking spot. He rocked fervently back against the cambion as ribbons of white spilled onto the floor and counter, Finn not stopping until the waves of his orgasm did. He clenched tight around the younger encouraging him to follow after, sure it wouldn't take much longer for Shade. His reflection in the mirror showed his eyes rolling up under those long, fake lashes fluttering before he collapsed forward over the sink.

[shadedempsey]

Shade took the instruction for what it was. When his dick was buried in pussy or ass he could give a fuck what anyone called him or told him to do. Always one willing to comply. It's what got him in trouble more times than not. He groaned at the feel of the nails breaking his skin fucking the familiar harder. Finn was giving him reminders he didn't need. There was no way he was going to fucking stop as close as he was with the other's ass clamping on his dick. Feeding deeply off the sexual energy rolling off the other demon only fueled his relentless thrusting until he couldn't hold it anymore and fucked his seed deep into the smaller body.

[familiar-finn]

Finn cried out the cambion's name once more when he too hit his peak. The familiar writhed and moaned on the counter against Shade, sure that everyone outside in the bar could hear him cause he had an issue with volume control. The many complaints from his roommate had not been taken to heart. His chest heaved with labored breaths as he came down from the high. "Yippe-ki-ay, motherfucker," he laughed, patting the younger man on the head for a job well done. "All I can give you tonight, Dempsey. I'm sure you have more asses to fill."

[garethbradbury]

Gareth started to laugh at just how clearly impatient Finn was getting with him. "Hey, you're the one who said I didn't have permission to touch at the start of this, puppy." The master drawled with an amused grin before he got up in one fluid movement, an arm around Finn's waist to hold onto him. Then Gareth was moving them both to the floor, flipping his slave around quickly so that his cheek was pressed against the carpet. The thong was tugged roughly down Finn's thighs to get it out of the way. "So eager for me." He teased, landing a swat on the familiar's ass before he lined his cock up and thrust hard into him, not stopping until he was buried deep.

[familiar-finn]

Finn let out a strangled sound as that fucking nickname hit him. He certainly couldn't get any more aroused than he already was. He almost swore he could've cum from that by this point. He hit the ground with an indignant huff, not at all pleased about having his face against this filthy fucking floor but there was hardly the time to complain about where he was getting fucked when Gareth finally got on with it. "Fuck––" he hissed through his teeth. Long nails dug into the carpet he wondered how many men puked or pissed or cum on. They'd just been sitting on a perfectly good couch... He'd complain properly later. Finn exhaled slowly as he relaxed around Gareth and pulsed his hips, encouraging his master to move. "C'mon, daddy, fuck me like the needy bitch I am. I want you drippin' down my thighs the rest of the night."