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“It’s what excited you about me in the first place, Sir” He smirked, choosing to say the title just to tease him further and have it roll off his tongue when he wasn’t sex crazy or thinking just about his pent up orgasm. Plus he wanted to see the reaction to the word now, very much aware that the deputy was still hard as a rock and getting a little revenge with teasing the man considering what he’d been doing to him since only a few moments after they met. “Oh you can, the mixed messages came from suggesting I can go whenever I like but also you just have to say the word and I’m staying here, because apparently I’m all yours now” Alistair hummed, brow raised and eyes still a bit dazed but a lazy little smirk on the edge of his lips as he hummed at the very thought that sent a shiver down his spine. “Seems like someone wasn’t living in just a fantasy when they said that, now were they Sir?” He murmured.

Alistair was relieved to see Jericho didn’t seem to mind, in fact perhaps even seemed a little bit excited and happy about the notion and Alistair could feel a weight off his chest before he snorted and playfully rolled his eyes. “As if you could handle us both at once just yet, maybe you need some training for that” He teased, before his smirk grew a little more and flicked his tongue across his lips. “Oh I remember my training all too well, but I also know that you like when II get demanding” He hummed before reaching out and just about grabbing the man’s wrist as he got up. “Where are you going? I said I want something to eat sure, but I want my dessert now” He purred out, eyes meeting Jericho’s before he leaned down and ever so slowly slid his tongue right on the underside that big, hard cock.

“Was it now?” Jericho mused, his cock twitching at the notion of the other calling him ‘sir’. The deputy sighed lowly, knowing that since Alistair wasn’t bound up and they weren’t roleplaying any more, the younger man was going to sass him for some time. Jericho didn’t mind the banter though; it added more spice and bite to their conversation. “Well, I guess we can table that for now then, since you mentioned Simon. Can’t really make either of you mine without having that conversation first,” he said quietly, not trying to overstep his bounds. “You want to leave, you let me know. I’ll take you back. No signals there,” he said calmly, kissing the other’s forehead calmly. Still, Alistair wasn’t going to let the roleplay slide, and Jericho would be lying if he said that part of it did slip out as his wants for it to be reality. “Don’t push me there,” he said lowly, making a small face at the younger man, though he had no anger behind his words. “Can you blame me for wanting to see a beautiful, young man moaning and calling you ‘sir’?”

“What, you think you’re the first one I had to train? I’m pretty sure training two boys to be obedient is child’s play,” he murmured, smiling down at Alistair. “Don’t worry about it; I’ve got enough toys for the both of you to get you mewling like you’re in heat,” Jericho chuckled. His heart skipped a few beats at the idea of the younger man being demanding and needy. There was something about a pushy boy that was equally as exhilarating. When the younger man grabbed his wrist, the deputy moved back, Jericho’s legs straddling either side of him once more. He was at a loss for words, any attempt to say something stopping at his throat when he felt Alistair’s tongue sliding along the sensitive underside of his cock. The older man let out a low, guttural moan, trying his best not to force himself anymore on the younger man. For now, he’d let Alistair dictate what he wanted. “Hungry now... aren’t you? Do you like the taste?”

#alistair

jan-bryson‌:

“I just go off what I know. People like me? Normal. People not like me? Weird. It makes my world so much simpler and I don’t have to worry about what other people want to call me.” Thinking about things like that wasn’t worth it, in his opinion. Sure, there was probably someone out there who could control thoughts, but he was not one of them. “I would never. It’s just rude and a lot of work to mess with someone on that deep a level. Plus, being a con man takes way too much patience.”

“What, so you are of the mindset that non-gifted are the weird ones?” he teased, before nodding his head carefully at Jan. “So no patience and kind-hearted. Definitely not the artist then either,” Jericho hummed, winking slyly at the other man. “How would you describe yourself then, if someone asked you? Clearly you’re against the idea of messing with people, which means you’re maybe more pure-hearted than you let on.”

#jan

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“If you’d hurt me too much I would have likely screamed bloody murder at you and kicked you in the balls” He murmured, still completely dazed but clearly there was still some of the young man’s natural sass in there. Obedience was one thing, but Alistair doubted his brain would ever let him to let up considering it often was moving at such a rapid pace. So having a moment like this, where his mind was quiet and dazed was…well, wonderful and he was just laying there completely spent for a few moment with glazed over eyes that fluttered as he felt those soft touches and gentle affection.It was very different than a few minutes ago but just as nice and just as needed.

Swallowing thickly, he let his mind rest a little at the soft promises and gentle doting and praise that swelled in his chest, promises of feeding him and taking care of him and doing whatever he needed to feel better. But then a shiver passed his lips at the whisper against his ear, a reminder that the line between fantasy and reality was definitely blurred. Some arousal did return to his body, but too tired at the moment to do much about it. “Sending some mixed messages here, aren’t you Officer” He murmured, focusing his eyes once more on the man before him and shifting his body just a little so he was sitting up just a little more and not completely laying down on his back as amber eyes met bright blue ones in a moment of silence.

“Maybe I do, there’s…a lot to talk about and…things to explore” Alistair murmured, leaning up a little more and taking his hands and squeezing the Deputy’s sides and tugging them a little closer if not a little sluggish with the movement considering how tired he was and could just fall asleep right now. “You’re not the only one who can get territorial Deputy” He remarked, squeezing his side and perhaps the grip was just a little possessive. “Like I said, a lot to talk about but there’s one deal breaker…” He admitted, meeting the man’s eyes. “A boy, Simon. You’ve probably seen him around, big doe eyes and ridiculous defined abs and makes everyone around him happier” He murmured, a deep sigh and a slight smile on his face. “If this is to happen, I want him involved. If he wants to, if he agrees to be part of this…then yeah, maybe I’d consider it” He said, licking his lips and leaning in to catch the Deputy’s lips in a slow, lazy kiss himself before dragging his mouth away. “I think you should make me something to eat, I think I deserve a little pampering don’t you?”

“As snarky as ever,” Jericho said with a small snort, shaking his head fondly at Alistair. The deputy only shrugged his shoulders, still staring down at the younger man. He didn’t exactly plan on sending mixed messages. Perhaps there was a distinction between reality and roleplay. After all, he wasn’t exactly the demanding, overbearing type normally. He could be, but that wasn’t how he normally cared for others anyhow. “Well, I don’t mean to. What, I can’t be doting and tie you up either?” Jericho chuckled, though he figured the swap between roleplay and reality could be a bit jolting. He had, after all, just demanded for the other man to address him only as ‘sir’.

He sat back, allowing Alistair to move himself upright so they could stare more comfortably at each other. The deputy only cocked a brow as the younger man squeezed his sides, pulling him close. “Oh? What, you want me calling you ‘sir’ now? I don’t think you got the point of the training,” he teased, before tilting his head at the idea of the deal breaker. Jericho didn’t say anything for a moment, letting Alistair speak freely about Simon, though it was hard to hide the smile when he saw just how infatuated the younger man was with Simon. No doubt it was adorable all the same, especially the notion of both the abs and making everyone happier. “I’ve seen him. Don’t think we’ve spoken though,” he said softly, the deputy liking the smile on Alistair’s face. Of course, Jericho nodded. It was respectful, for one thing, but they had been a pairing first, it seemed. The older man was only now just being a part of it, should they both be interested. “Where was Simon today then, hrm? I could have trained you both,” he teased, though the seriousness in his blue eyes spoke of him understanding just what Alistair was asking him.

“Oh, aren’t you being demanding now?” the deputy laughed. “What, giving you a good feeling and all I get is being made to make you dinner?” Jericho was only joking, slipping off the bed to get dressed and start cooking. “You’re welcome to stay and rest up if you want. I can bring dinner up,” the deputy mused, though he himself hadn’t yet gotten off. It was fine though; he wasn’t exactly looking for it. Seeing Alistair satisfied and satiated was enough.

#simon

shadowpowered‌:

Who better to test his skills against than another man on the force? Even though Jericho recognized him from the festival, Darren hadn’t put the pieces together quite yet. He wasn’t even thinking about all the things he got up to at the festival. He was focused on the here and now. “Alright, I’ll do that.” His voice wasn’t the deepest in the world so adding a bit of bass wasn’t too much, as long as he didn’t start sounding like Barry White or something like that. He tried it again but the modified version. “Better?”

The deputy sat back, his eyes tracking Darren carefully as the other officer tried out the new version of his arrest. Jericho smiled, nodding once more. “Better. Of course, what matters is how firm you are about it too. You know, the no nonsense strict sort of type. Can’t let people off the hook too easily now, or they won’t have much respect for you.”

#darren

iqut3‌:

This had started as just some flirtatious joke, a remark about handcuffs and the man being an officer that had led to some teasing and kissing and a bit of roleplay. But somewhere along all of this the joking became serious, the roleplay became far more like reality and had led to Alistair being tied down and punished, teased and broken down until he was practically screaming around the gag in pleasure and desperation - his cock freed and his load spilling all over his trembling, lean body as his neck was squeezed and his hole was mercilessly used by the Officer’s toy. The desire to see Alistair break, to see him be obedient and serve the Deputy might have started as a bit of a joke and a game, but it didn’t feel like either of those things as Alistair lay there on the bed. Sweat dripping down his forehead, eyes glazed over and cock twitching as it was emptied of its entire load and left spend and flushed and used up.

The gag removed brought those wet, red lips all for the man to enjoy and capture in a kiss Alistair could rarely respond to. Whimpering and trembling, eyes wet from desperation still as the toy continued to overstimulate his body which brought gentle sobs and whimpers and sounds of need and begging from those kissed, swollen lips. “P-please Sir” Alistair begged, staring up at Jericho but not even sure what exactly he was begging for. A soft whine and whimper passed his lips at the order, but was obedient as those lips wrapped around his warm fingers and began to gently taste and suck and lick those fingers clean of his own load like a good, obedient and trained boy for his Deputy. The gentle kiss, the praise felt good even if his head was swimming with confusion and a lot of emotions but it did ground him somewhat, though he wasn’t even sure how to respond when asked if he trusted him. Just a weak, feeble nod as he finished cleaning off the older man’s now wet but cum free fingers.

His body slumped somewhat when the toy was taken out, a shaken breath of relief passed his lips as his head hit the pillow and he swallowed thickly. “I….I don’t know, I….a lot. Overwhelmed, confused. What…what happens to me now…” He managed to say, the poor boy unsure how much of that was just a fun little game of roleplay and how much the Deputy had meant and planned to continue. Lips wet, eyes glazed over as he looked up at the naked Deputy and trying to ignore the man’s own hard cock as he straddled the poor tied down boy.

He finished undoing the restrains on Alistair, taking away all his toys and tools and leaving behind the quivering, sweating boy on his bed. Jericho smiled fondly as the other sucked his fingers clean, pulling them out to pat the side of his face reassuringly. The dazed, somewhat glazed shimmer in the younger man’s eyes was quite a sight for the older man, and the deputy only leaned in, nipping gently at the swollen lips. “I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” he murmured, his blue eyes shimmering with concern as he looked over Alistair. So far as he could tell, the boy was wracked with pleasure and over-stimulus, but nothing that should cause him immense pain, he hoped.

“Whatever you want. You’re welcome to do whatever you want,” Jericho said kindly, still pinning Alistair down to the bed despite him being free to move. He’d get off if the younger man requested it. “If you want, you can spend the night here. I can whip up something for us to eat, or we can get take out. Or I can drive you back to your place. I don’t want you walking around at night,” the deputy chuckled, still stroking and patting his hair kindly. The older man sighed softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss against Alistair’s cheek, before leaning up to whisper into his ear, “...But no matter what, you’re mine, remember. Every bit of you is mine, and if I tell you to stay, you’re staying here, boy.”

The deputy himself wasn’t sure how far he was going. There wasn’t really a clear distinction between roleplay and reality at this point, at least... none that had been discussed. If Alistair was over it, he would stop, obviously, but Jericho would be lying if he denied the idea of having a personal, obedient boy. The thought was enough to make his own hardened cock twitch and pulse a little on Alistair’s cum-covered abs. “Do you want this?” he asked after a long moment, his piercing blue eyes tracking the younger man’s. “...To be a thing, I mean.”

#alistair

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Alistair knew there were plenty of people who would be shocked and some who would laugh if they saw what he was like right now. Always with an opinion, always having something to say and being a little defiant. Yet here he was, silenced and submissive despite his best attempts and defiance with the older man but in the end it had amounted to nothing. The pleasure, the intensity and the dominance of the deputy had swallowed up any protests or willpower he had left. Feeling that strong, naked body above him and the taunting words and almost humiliating sensation of that cock dripping against his lips. The scent of his musk and manhood almost making Alistair’s eyes roll back from the sheer sensation of it all as a muffled, desperate sob passed his lips. It felt like the more this went on the less this became some fantasy or roleplay and the more this felt very much like reality.

The cries, the yells and the loud, desperate moans were still muffled by the gag but it didn’t hide how loud they were with the way his body squirmed and twisted and shook as he was fucked by that toy within an inch of his life. He could barely think at all, as if his mind was being fucked and used along with the rest of his body. His cock hard, almost leaking but trapped and helpless - completely belonging to Jericho in this moment. The blindfold damp with tears of frustration and need, those taunting words and hungry promises of ownership, telling him to give in. Hips arching, body tensing as that one hand gripped the boy’s dark hair, the other grabbing his throat tight and leaving the red marks that would tell anyone the boy had been roughly manhandled and used like that.

It was all too much. The maxed toy, the rope binds, the torment to his body and the dirty promises that swarmed his brain. As the blindfold came off, the Deputy would see dilated eyes, glazed over and almost crossing at how much he was being fucked. He’d see desperation, defiance gone and replaced with begging and need, submission - a broken boy who teary eyed nodded in agreement. Agreed he was broken, agreed he had given in. Agreed that he belong to the Deputy now, that every part of him was owned by the older man. ‘Yes Sir’ muffled behind the gag, the two words that sealed the deal. And with that, when the cock ring came off and Alistair was given his command - he came, crying out loudly and losing his mind as his cock erupted in surrender.

The eyes said everything he needed to know, revealing just how much Alistair wanted him. How badly the boy was raptured by the whole endeavor. Once the blindfold was off and Jericho could see how dilated and desperate the eyes were, the deputy only smiled in turn. When Alistair himself finally gave in, Jericho eased off the tight, cock ring, slowly tugging it off before whispering in the younger man’s ear to orgasm. And did he ever. The way Alistair’s body arched off the bed, the way his cock rocked about as he orgasmed load after load. It was beautiful, a sight to see. Jericho licked his lips hungrily, only purring in approval. He had trained this boy well; they would be well suited. The deputy left the vibrator on to its maximum potential, intent on milking out ever last bit of cum from the bound younger man, until his balls ached from emptiness. But Jericho carefully undid the gag, wanting nothing more than to hear those precious moans, to hear the soft begs for him and to kiss those flushed, red lips.

Smirking a bit, Jericho scooped up some of Alistair’s spunk that had gotten everywhere, dangling his index finger above the young man’s mouth. “Lick it clean,” he murmured gently, already knowing that the other would follow suit. It was the beauty of having someone be obedient. The deputy leaned in, pressing a small, tender kiss to Alistair’s temple as cum dripped into his mouth. “...I promise to take good care of you. To provide for whatever you need. I want you to experience the same things I do, immense pleasure and satisfaction,” he whispered, a hand gently stroking the other’s hair. “Do you trust me?”

“You’re beautiful, you know. Watching you squirm and writhe like that, on my bed... it was intoxicating...” Jericho whispered, before turning off the vibrator. He didn’t make any effort to pull it out just yet though. He wanted his boy’s hole nice and comfortable, familiar with the idea of being loose before they tackled the real deal another day. “Tell me... how do you feel?” he mused, waiting once the other was finished with his loads.

#alistair

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He could feel the pressure of the man above him, his weight against the bed even if his vision was currently stolen from him. Heart racing, body shifting nervously as if waiting for the man to strike or make his move and unsure if he’d regret mouthing off or love it even more in this moment. Whimpering at the growl to his ear and the nip to his neck, the mark clearly leaving a bruise and a reminder of what had happened between them. The tight pressure around his cock was confusing at first, until he realised just what had happened and had been done to him. Groaning, cursing and shifting his weight in protest as his orgasm was denied to him and his poor cock was kept hard, desperate and unable to find any release at all. “F-fuck” He gasped, a cry passed his lips as he felt that grip on his swollen balls which caused his legs to flail and to arch off the bed as he whimpered and begged to be let go, never feeling so vulnerable in his entire life than this moment.

Barely able to get used to this sudden intensity, the Deputy leaning over the boy and keeping his weight on him as the vibrator began to fuck into him at an insane rate and cause his legs to twist and shake against the sensation he couldn’t escape from. Words cut off as that big, strong hand found his throat and Alistair froze just like that - feeling the threat right then and there and not daring to fight back. His mouth stretching over the ball gag that filled his mouth, muffling his cries and moans and sobbing sounds as he was fucked without mercy by the toy. Tied up, blindfolded and gagged, completely powerless and just being used like a well kept fuck toy until he was nothing but a moan, sobbing and whimpering mess for the Deputy. It was only a matter of time now until he broke and became exactly what Jericho wanted most of all.

Finally getting the gag around Alistair’s mouth, Jericho sat back for a moment, admiring his handiwork. The boy was a whimpering, sweating mess, and it was absolutely perfect for the deputy to see. He was, after all, quite good at getting others to cave and obey him, and this was no different, except for the fact that Alistair was his and his only. He was going to keep him, if not for selfish reasons. The sobbing and moaning was an absolute turn-on, Jericho making sure the younger man could feel his growing, hardening length as he stripped bare and straddled Alistair’s torso, his cock brushing against the young man’s red, flushed lips, despite being occupied by a ball gag. “Just think... you could have had a taste of this if you were a good boy, instead of me gagging you.” The deputy made a small disapproving noise, only rubbing droplets of pre-cum along the other’s lips, just so he could have a small taste of the scent and smell of what his new life was going to be like.

Not one to ever let up though, Jericho was eager to push Alistair’s limits, cranking up the vibrator to the maximum sensation. It was almost risky to do so, the recommendation against using such a setting on someone who was new to vibrators. But the deputy didn’t mind. He wanted to see the other man break, to cave in and give into the pleasure. If the body wracking and squirming wasn’t enough of and indication with how much it was doing to Alistair now, he couldn’t wait to see what the maximum possible pleasurable stimulus would do. And that was just with a toy that didn’t match his intensity or his size. It was good preparation, really. Jericho leaned in once more, one hand gripping the other man’s hair tightly, tugging on it to hold his head back, while the other encircled his throat. Nails dragged along the skin, leaving bright red marks to show his dominance. Not enough to cause him to bleed, but enough to remind Alistair of his position. “Come on... just give in... you know you want to release...” he purred, his foot brushing up against the swollen, desperate cock, only trapped by the silver cock ring. “You know you want this. Want to be mine and only mine. I can satisfy you like no one else can. And this is just with my toys. Do you really want to know what an officer can do, unhinged?” he smirked, peeling back Alistair’s blindfold to stare at him in the eyes, the lust and power screaming forth from the piercing blue eyes. “You’re mine, now. Your ‘sir’. Your commander. And I own and order every bit of you, down to that last little orgasm drop,” he whispered lowly.

#alistair

punidor

#giftednsfw #nsfw #bodyclaim #vanity

iqut3‌:

Alistair never would have guessed this from the man he’d met at first, so shy and bashful and seemingly innocent and yet this seemed to be the real him, at least the side that came out to play with a boy like him that was domineering, powerful and experienced in pleasure and training others to do just what he wanted. For someone who was usually the smartest person in the room, Alistair couldn’t even begin to describe the dark thrill of being powerless and helpless in this man’s clutches. Face heating up at the suggestion that once he was broken, he’d want to stay. “You think you can break me and you’ll, what, get to keep me? You’re just a crooked cop, nothing more” He strained out, though his trembling breath and desperate little moans said something else. Humiliation shaming him and exciting him at the same time as he was mocked and reminded of just how quickly he’d folded and given in once before and how close he was to truly breaking and becoming exactly what the Deputy wanted.

His cries were loud when the vibrator entered his tight but prepped hole, buzzing straight away and causing him to tug and flail a little against his restraints and twist and squirm at the pleasure and vibrations. “O-oh god, fuck, no you son of a…” He gasped, biting his lower lip and whimpering at that strong, firm tone used on him - one of pure authority and no room for disobedience; the voice of the man who was going to break him and keep the pieces. “F-fuck you” He gasped, crying out louder as the intensity rose further and the stimulation had him struggling and squirming against his bonds helplessly. “W-what happens if I do?” He stammered, almost too afraid to ask but his desire to know was greater as he whimpered and sobbed a little at the feeling throughout his body and his moans just got louder and louder, desperate sounds from his throat and god only knows what would be next.

“That…that all you got?”

Making a small tsking noise, Jericho only climbed back onto the bed once more, letting his weight rest onto Alistair. He wanted the gravity of the situation to fall on the younger man. “What did I tell you about calling me that?” he growled lowly, his teeth nipping sharply at the bound man’s neck. The deputy had every intention of marking and bruising the skin there. After all, Alistair egging him on was asking for some roughness to fall in hand. “I told you, I have no tolerance for disobedient, bad boys,” the deputy hissed, before slipping on a tight cock ring over the younger man’s hardened length. He tugged on the other’s swollen balls, fitting it through the tightened embrace until the silver ring clutched onto Alistair tightly. “Whether you like it or not, you’re under my care now. So you best start acting with respect if you want any sort of satisfaction from this,” he said with a dark smirk, placing a rather bruising kiss to Alistair’s Adam’s apple to prove a point.

“You’ll know what it likes when I’m truly angry,” Jericho warned lowly, pressing a hand onto the restrained man’s chest, pushing him down into the bed mattress as an indicator of what would happen if he disobeyed or came without an order. “And you’ll only wish you had listened before.” The deputy watched as Alistair writhed against the bonds, the rope keeping his limbs pinned down, no matter how hard he tried to escape the pleasurable sensations pulsating from his hole. Without a word, Jericho began to slowly increase the intensity, giving him no time to adjust to the vibrator. No, he was going to have the younger man become a sweaty, writhing mess. That was the point, after all. “I told you to call me ‘sir’,” Jericho growled, the deputy gripping Alistair’s throat warningly before pulling his lower jaw down so his mouth was open. “Disobedient boys get punished,” he murmured, forcing in a ball gag and quickly snapping it in place behind the younger man’s neck. “If you’re so insistent on talking back, then maybe you shouldn’t have the right to speak at all.”

#alistair

iqut3‌:

As he felt the bed dip, he swallowed thickly and let out a shaken breath and could almost feel the shadow of the older man looming over him even as he continued see him exactly; almost as if he could feel that wicked grin and hungry glint in the man’s eyes. He gasped as he felt that warm hand around his cock, trembling and arching into the contact with a loud whimper as those lips softly found his neck and almost felt like a gentle, tender tease - a stark contrast to being tied down and helpless to this man right now. He was overwhelmed in the best way possible and truth be told found himself sinking deeper and deeper into this mindset.

Another whimper, this one of need and sadness when the hand was removed and he was gone and off the bed again. Feeling his words through his body as he so casually talked about keeping him, training him to be obedient and submissive and his to own, to call his property and the shameful way his cock throbbed and twitched said it all. “And…and if…if I learn, what then will…will you let me go?” He asked, voice shaking even if he knew the answer already and his cock throbbed again just knowing it. Body trembling as he felt that hand approaching, against his skin and searching for his prize. Shivering, flushed and eyes shut as he felt that finger against his already finger fucked hole that trembled against his finger on instinct. He should go for the easy route, should make this easier for himself. “Do your worst, Officer. I won’t break”

But when did he ever make things easy for himself?

“Once you learn, you can do whatever you want,” Jericho said with a small chuckled, his eyes fixated on the other man, despite knowing that Alistair couldn’t see him. “Though I’m sure you’d be singing a different tune by then...” he murmured lowly. The way the younger man was trembling and shaking to his very touch told the deputy all he needed to know. Alistair could put on a front as much as he wanted, but Jericho knew that he already wormed his way into breaking him and training him to become his boy. “Oh, I’m sure. You’re just such a strong boy, aren’t you?” he chuckled, before pushing in the vibrator without much warning. “I mean, I could hardly tell with you mewling when you were naked against the side of your place. But you won’t break,” Jericho teased, already flicking up the intensity of the vibrator with his phone. He was intent to see how badly he could work up the younger man, training him to respond to only his orders.

“Just so you know, you’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to,” Jericho remarked, already moving off the bed to grab some other items. “And you respond to me with a ‘Yes sir’ or ‘No sir,’ only when spoken to. Do you understand?” he said firmly, returning to drag his hand along Alistair’s torso and abdomen, his hand already clutching the next instrument. But he wanted to hear him say it. The deputy almost craved hearing the disobedience and rebellious nature of the younger man. It made it just that much easier to break.

#alistair

iqut3‌:

This was not how he expected today to go, albeit he didn’t expect any of his days to go like this. To willingly play a dangerous game of kink and lust with a man he barely knew, only to allow himself to be ‘arrested’ and taken to his home where honestly nobody knew where he was unless they happened to see a flustered, trembling mess of a young man being dragged off by the deputy. But here he was, stripped of any clothing and his back pressed against the bed - not that he’d seen anything of the house or where he was considering he’d been blindfolded before even step foot in.

Helpless to say the least and considering he was currently bound to the bed with ropes perfectly tied to make it almost impossible to move. His whole body in display, long limbs and a lean frame and his head just turning left and right whenever he heard the faintest of sounds like a helpless prey trying to find where the predator was lurking. “What…what are you doing?” He managed to say, the humiliation of knowing his cock was still hard and his skin flushing and all for the Deputy’s eyes. “You….how long do you plan to keep me like this?”

The deputy moved silently around the room, grabbing things and prepping the rest of the items necessary for the remaining day. He only turned to face the bound, blindfolded Alistair on his bed, smirking a bit, though the younger man couldn’t see that. “I’m just getting you ready is all,” he murmured, the deputy setting his stuff down to walk over to the bound man. Chuckling a bit, Jericho climbed up, straddling Alistair’s spread legs as he wrapped one hand around the other’s hardened length. “I can see you’re just as eager as before...” the deputy purred, leaning in to press a tender kiss to Alistair’s neck.

“I’ll keep you like this as long as I want. You’ll stay like this until you become mine. One way or another, I’m going to train you, teach you how to be an obedient boy. And we can take as much time as I want, until you learn it,” Jericho said lightly, pulling away as he got up from the bed, already moving to grab one of the items. “So, we can make this an easy few hours, or a very rough few hours. Either way, we’re going to make sure you don’t disrespect me or other police officers again, Mr. Criminal,” he rumbled, sliding one hand down Alistair’s inner thigh, until pausing before the younger man’s tightened hole. He brushed his thumb along the opening carefully, pressing against it slowly, as though pre-warning him about the penetration that was to follow.

#alistair

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There was nothing pathetic about Jericho. Not to Lucas. Being able to let somebody else in like this, to let somebody else take so much control over your own pleasure. It wasn’t something he’d ever be able to do. If anything, he’d respect him for it. Each sound of pleasure that he coaxed from the deputy just encouraged him onward, especially when he heard that whimpered confession. Oh, that was too good to pass up. “Don’t hold back on me, Jer.” Even as he spoke, he turned even more of his attention south, continuing to tug the other’s pants further down. Suckling softly at the sack, whilst his hand lifting to wrap around the aching length. Slow, steady movements, wanting toe ntice even more of that pre-cum.

“L-Lucas...” he whimpered, finally given the clear ahead to let himself go. To fully give in. “All... yours...” the deputy whispered, his body wracked with pleasure and desire, wanting nothing more than Lucas to be his source of pleasure for the rest of the night. He wanted him to claim him, desperately, feeling the other man’s expert lips mouthing away at his balls. “O-Oh my god...” he moaned, Jericho writhing a bit more as he tugged hard on Lucas’ hair. At this point, he didn’t care if he was buck naked on his couch, giving his body up to a man who knew just where to pleasure him. All he wanted was release, to give himself entirely up to Lucas. The soft moans and low groans as the older man worked his hardened member, and his body was leaking out pre-cum like a small spigot of desire. “F-Fuck...” he squealed, a particular suck almost sending him careening over the edge.

#lucas

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Lucas made sure that the other was looking at him the entire time. Kept that eye contact,kept that focus. He wanted Jericho to feel absolutely everything he had to give. He didn’t raise a complaint at the hands in his hair. Briefly pressing back in to them, just for a moment, before his attention had turned toward the throbbing length of the deputy. He already has so many ideas for the future, but for now? He wanted tog et another taste of the man. Wanted to keep learning. Firm fingers hooked in to the others jeans and underwear, drawing them further down at the same time. Each extra inch revealed was kissed, tasted, mapped out with lips and tongue. “Should’ve seen just how long you lasted like that.” There was no hiding the tease in his tone, even as he finally reached the base of Jericho’s length, mouth instead turning toward his balls.

His blue eyes fluttered open and shut, desperately trying to cling onto any sense of stability and control before giving himself in completely. The sense of pleasure and satisfaction was overwhelming, almost enough for Jericho to let loose right then and there. He continued tugging at Lucas’ hair, his body reacting more and more on its own to the older man’s control over him. Jericho sighed softly, watching as his underwear and jeans were tugged down bit by bit, Lucas taking his time to kiss and lick at it slowly. The deputy mewled again as the other man focused his attention to his balls, a sensation he had never felt before. “N-Not very long...” he whimpered, knowing just how pathetic he looked, how easy it was for Lucas to mold and shift him in his hands, like putty.

#lucas

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Now this was a view that Lucas honestly hoped he got to see more of. Jericho’s skin flushed with need, those perfect blue eyes staring up at him. The mewl of need at just the barest touch. It was almost enough to give the older of the pair a power trip as he continued his task at hand. As much as rushing to the main event would appeal to some, Lucas… He got more pleasure out of the build up. Out of the tease, out of the need for him he could invoke in others. Slowly, he shifted his way further down Jericho’s body, head bowing to brush a kiss against his nipple, softly teasing it with his teeth, and then lower, and lower, until he got to that leaking head. Tongue slipping free so that he could get his first taste of Jericho like this. “Mine.”

Jericho couldn’t contain himself anymore, his body writhing to every bit of Lucas’ touches. The deputy panted, his blue eyes trailing the other’s every movement, watching as the older man moved down his body, kissing and nipping at the skin along the way. His eyes fluttered shut as Lucas teethed at his nipple. At this point, Jericho did nothing more than flit his fingers through the other man’s hair, tugging at it carefully. He made no effort in containing his moan, even more so when Lucas’ tongue lapped at his cock, no doubt getting a taste of the deputy’s pre-cum. He whimpered once more, the younger man nodding in agreement. All his. His hips moved a bit, wanting to feel more and more of that teasing mouth.

#lucas

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Oh, Lucas wasn’t going to relent for a second. He’d found somebody that had actually amanged to make him want to be… This. Sure, it could all o easily come crashing down around him, but for now? He was happy, and that was possibly the biggest thing to take away from this. Easy laughter, easy moans, it was all just easy. “I don’t know, seems like it’d be pretty fun for me if you were mine just like that.” Of course, he knew he had the other in the palm of his hand as soon as he heard those breathy moans. The way his words just stopped at the first touch had Lucas grinning even wider. Thumb following the shape of him, before shifting until he could start unbuckling his pants. Dropping his head past the other’s throat this time, to isntead start spreading kisses across the expanse of his chest, just losing himself in everything. The words from Jericho, the moans, those rbeathy litle slips. Once the belt was undone, instead of slipping his jeans, lower, he popped the top button and fished the other free of his underwear. Enough to tease his fingers against the very head of his erection.

If this was what it felt like, being under the clutches of the other man, cradled in his very palm and worked every which way, then Jericho never wanted to leave. He was blissfully content, easily giving himself up to the other man without much of a second thought. The way Lucas seemed to touch him brought about sensations and feelings he didn’t even know was possible. “...Yours...” he mewled, wriggling a bit on the couch as he felt the other man dragging his thumbs alongside his body, sliding down until they reached his jeans. Jericho arched his hips to allow better access, practically shimmying the damn clothes off himself. But instead, Lucas had other plans, leaving him still clothed, but only freeing out his hardened erection. Slender fingers teased along the aching, bulbous head of it, and Jericho only moaned once more, his blue eyes silently begging for Lucas to claim him.

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Lucas honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this. Relaxed, having fun, laughing during what was definitely an intimate moment. And not being spoiled because of it. The flush that overtook Jericho’s cheeks just earned a soft laugh from Lucas, brushing another kiss against his chin before nodding. “Guess I’ll just have to keep that in mind.” Those moans were music to his ears, and he fully intending on getting more and more of them from Jericho before the night was over. Balling up the fabric of his shirt to throw aside, joining Jericho’s, he just shot the other a smile as soon as he noticed how keenly the other wanted his lips again. “And here I was thinking you already were mine at this point.” Word’s combined with his palm sliding down the other’s chest, until he could tease his thumb against the outline of th eother man’s length, even with the fabric of his pants in the way. Wanting to work im up more. “Because that is what I want.”

Jericho tried hard to hide the flush of his cheeks, though Lucas’ soft laugh wasn’t so much about what he said. The way the other man handled him, being gentle and tender, as such with the small kiss against his chin, was enticing and genuinely made the deputy want him so much more. “Well, I’ve got to have you work for it just a little bit, right? Where’s the fun if I’m just yours from the start?” he teased, the deputy’s back arching off the couch to meet Lucas’ palm sliding down his chest. Jericho’s words died at his throat, holding back a soft moan as he felt him beginning to tease and rub against the outline of his length. It wasn’t something he could exactly hide either, and the deputy’s body showed just how attracted and invested he was with Lucas. “...I’m yours... all yours...” he whispered, his arms sliding down the front of the other man’s chest. God, how was there such a man this perfect? Jericho wasn’t even sure he was awake at this point, almost certain Lucas straddling him and being on top of him was a dream. Of course, the last bit about perfection slipped past his lips for the other man to hear, no less him moaning it out unconsciously.

#lucas

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