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Worship - Rook|Cameron
It was amazing how a small show of satisfaction made Cameron feel so good. It had been a long time since the submissive sought approval from someone, but earning it from Rook meant a lot to him. He shifted on the bed and dropped his knee from against his chest as he leaned up to the man’s lips. As they parted, he leaned up and brushed against the dominant as he reached one hand up to settle it on Rook’s hip. “I’ll do whatever you want, Master.” It was a true statement, Cameron bad put all his trust and love into the other man. He let Rook make his decisions, he let the man take care of him, he knew that he was only Rook’s best interest. He leaned in for the second kiss and whimpered quietly as they parted again. “Yes, Master.” As ordered, Cameron scooted back on the bed and then laid back. He set his hands above his head and cupped his hands together. “Like this?”
He followed Cameron as the boy laid back for him, his hands moved over his thighs, he was slow in his movements, fingers trailing against his skin as Cameron did as he was asked to do. He moved around the bed to the night stand, taking out the rope he had stored in the bottom drawer. He moved to sit at Cameron’s side, beginning to rap the rope around Cameron’s wrists. He was slow and methodical as he worked the rope around each wrist and up over the headboard. It didn’t take long as he began to tighten the ropes, tying off Cameron’s arms to the headboard. He was excited to worship Cameron’s body, he wanted to make his boy moan, “You’re so beautiful Cameron.”
That sounds like the perfect room-mate for me. I am unaccustomed to sharing living space with so many people, so I will remain out of your way.
Sounds fine with me, I don’t believe we’ve met, my name is Rook Addelson. It is Sir if you’re a submissive. You’re welcome to join myself and Cameron, though we’ll need one or two more to fulfill room requirements.
One Week - Drew|Rook
There was something about being ordered to your knees that Drew thought was lost on some of the younger submissives. It was a clear power play, it said you will put yourself beneath me, for my pleasure, without having to be forced. Drew gave a little whimper against Rook’s lips, and sank to his knees, smoothly, squirming just a little. He was going to behave. Rook had befriended the dark, violent wolf inside of him and he would sit still for him.
The teasing wasn’t making it easy, and he nodded. “Yes, Master.” He whimpered, feeling his mouth start watering, licking his lips, playing his tongue over his teeth, suddenly very aware of the sensations against his lips and tongue, his eyes fixed on Rook’s cock. “Please.” He swallowed, his hands resting on his thighs, though he was tense.
He loved the way that Drew was so obedient and submissive in moments like this, yet he could still see it, lingering behind his eyes, their was the beast. Waiting to snap, to bite, it set Rook’s teeth on edge knowing that was what he had power over and that was what desired him. He smiled and licked his lips.taking hold of his cock he dragged it across Drew’s cheek. Teasing his lips with it but not giving it to him just yet, “Open.” He ordered the other man.
He knew Drew would be quick to comply and he pushed his cock into the waiting mouth, one hand guiding it, the other taking hold of Drew’s head as he forced it past his lips and across his warm tongue. He smiled watching his shaft disappear, hardening as it slipped fully inside of Drew’s mouth now.
Worship - Rook|Cameron
It had taken him awhile to get used to how the dominant operated and to do things the way that he liked them. Not everyone could handle being with someone like Rook, but he thought that he had a decent handle on it by now. He knew what sort of things the man looked for, he knew what made him tick and the things that made him smile, he was comfortable challenging him when the time was appropriate, and he wasn’t afraid to be himself with Rook. He was a hard man to understand and be with, but Cameron liked that he could do all that. “That’s a lot for one week, Sir. When did I get so lucky?” He lifted one leg and wrapped his tatted arms around it to press his chest against it. “All of it sounds amazing. And you can show me off however much you want, I’m proud to wear your mark,” he paused as his chin pressed on his knee. “Master.”
He smiled when the other spoke, agreeing to the terms of the week and just being the good boy that Rook knew he was capable of being, “Good.” He said simply before he stepped over, tilting Cameron’s head off of his knee to kiss his lips gently, a slow easy kiss, “Lay back on the bed, tonight we’re going to tie you up and I’m going to use you in ways you didn’t know possible.” He gave a small smirk as he ran his thumb along Cameron’s strong jaw. His perfect physique and beautiful body, he was everything that Rook required in a specimen, in his boy. He leaned in for another kiss, smashing their lips together hard before he nipped at his bottom lip, “Lay back on the bed and put your arms above your head.”
Blah blah blah, rules rules rules. Seriously, what fun are you, dude? It’s Amsterdam. Maybe put away the sleep mask for a few days and just have fun. That’s what this is about, right? Stretch your freakin’ legs, bro.
I am plenty of “fun” but I also know the respect that I am owed and what I want from my evenings, if you have a problem with it, step away. Also, it is not bro, it is Sir or Rook if you’re a dominant, which I doubt from your juvenile attitude.
Would anyone care to join Cameron and myself for the trip to Amsterdam? If you room with me, the room will remain clean and their will be no ridiculous shenanigans. I’m all for having fun, but I like a quiet place to sleep at the end of my day.
One Week - Drew|Rook
Holding Drew close to his side as they walked, he was only back on the first floor when he turned without warning, his hand moving to grip Drew’s throat. Tightening his fingers around his skin, pulling Drew into a hard kiss, teeth dragging over Drew’s bottom lip. He pulled back from the kiss and smirked, nodding, “You would, I know you would, you’ve been so good to me. Helped me deal with Bishop going, but now I need you to be extra good for me and listen to everything I say tonight. Strip naked.”
Drew’s hand met Rook’s wrist as he went for his throat, growling, but it died almost instantaneously as submission fought instinct, and, as it had since his training, won. He returned the kiss with as much enthusiasm as Rook gave, and nuzzled his jaw as he spoke. “Yes, Master.” He murmured, before stepping back so he could yank his sweats off, his cock more than half-hard now, folding them efficiently, barely resisting the urge to touch himself, his eyes not straying from Rook, not even to look down the corridor to see if he had an audience.
Watching Drew slip into obedience and strip was beautiful, but not as amazing as the little growl. The sign that Drew hadn't lost himself in all of this, the sight of the gorgeous man naked made Rook smile at him. One hand reaching up to brush over his chest, tracing the line of his skin. He was more gentle now as he leaned in to kiss him slowly on the lips, "On your knees." He ordered the older slave. As he spoke he pulled back undoing the button and zipper on his pants, freeing his own flaccid cock, he began to touch it slowly, "Would you like that Drew? If I took you right here where everyone could see? Would it please you to have them see you obediently pleasing your Master?" His words were simple and flat, no real tone to the questions. Fingers still playing along the head of his cock.
Worship - Rook|Cameron
Rook had told Cameron to wait at home for him, to lay naked on the bed, to await his return and he knew his boy would have done as he was ordered. Rook was removing his jacket as he walked into his room. His hands folding the fabric, setting it aside, not looking to where he knew Cameron was waiting for him on the bed. When he finally looked over, Rook had stripped himself down to nothing but his boxer briefs. His eyes dragging over his boy, he cocked his head, smirking at his relaxed form on the bed, “Shall we start with discussing your activities I have planned for your night or would you like to discuss my plans for the week, you choose.”
Under normal circumstances, Cameron would have rolled his eyes and blew off whatever orders a dominant gave him. But, Rook had some sort of power over the blond that had the boy captivated. He was in love with Rook and whatever he wanted from Cameron, he would have. He sat on the edge of the bed like directed and waited for the man. A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips when he watched him walk into the room and go about getting undressed. He waited, another thing he had worked on because of Rook, until the dominant gave his attention back to the submissive. He sat up, his attention perked when the man addressed him. “Uh, bigger picture is more important,” he looked over at him and licked his lips. “Let’s hear the week plans, first.”
Rook watched as Cameron looked upon him almost reverently, the boy was so many things but above all he was Rook's boy, he cared for the dominant. Rook didn't know if it was love, but he knew he'd take Cameron with him when he left this place. He would claim him and give him the life he deserved, he was proud of him for asking about the week plans first, "I'll be attempting to rent Drew at some point, we'll also be having a date night, similar to the one in Rio. You've been such a good boy lately, you'll also be allowed to pick one gift, anything you want and I'll name it yours, no boundaries. Most importantly this Friday, we will be having a night to show you off, I'm going to mark you up and take you around so people can see who you belong too and how lucky I am to have you."
One Week - Drew|Rook
He linked his fingers with Rook’s as they headed away from the guards, and gave him a half smile, about to reply when he spoke again, and a shiver ran up his spine, the prickles over every inch of his skin this time. He moved closer to Rook, swallowing, his voice low. “I’d strip, get on my knees and beg for you right now if you asked, Master.” He murmured, his lips close to Rook’s ear. It was true, and just the image had him half-hard as they walked. His hand tightened slightly around Rook’s, and he stuck close to him, fighting the urge to bite him.
Holding Drew close to his side as they walked, he was only back on the first floor when he turned without warning, his hand moving to grip Drew’s throat. Tightening his fingers around his skin, pulling Drew into a hard kiss, teeth dragging over Drew’s bottom lip. He pulled back from the kiss and smirked, nodding, “You would, I know you would, you’ve been so good to me. Helped me deal with Bishop going, but now I need you to be extra good for me and listen to everything I say tonight. Strip naked.”
Worship - Rook|Cameron
Rook had told Cameron to wait at home for him, to lay naked on the bed, to await his return and he knew his boy would have done as he was ordered. Rook was removing his jacket as he walked into his room. His hands folding the fabric, setting it aside, not looking to where he knew Cameron was waiting for him on the bed. When he finally looked over, Rook had stripped himself down to nothing but his boxer briefs. His eyes dragging over his boy, he cocked his head, smirking at his relaxed form on the bed, “Shall we start with discussing your activities I have planned for your night or would you like to discuss my plans for the week, you choose.”
One Week - Drew|Rook
Drew smiled into the kiss, and ducked his head slightly to nuzzle into his jaw, a slightly submissive movement, caring, gentle. He drew back, and smiled at him, feeling a shiver go down his spine, skin prickling at the first hints of subspace. “Yes, Sir.” He murmured, conscious of the guards - though he’d gone further in front of them before - at Bishop’s demand, in fact. He licked his lips, remembering that particular night, and nuzzled gently at Rook’s jaw again, exhaling against his skin.
The nuzzle against his skin made Rook nod, leaning down, pressing under Drew’s chin, he nipped lightly at his neck as he kissed his bare skin before taking Drew’s hand. Leading Drew away from the guards now, away from the room that had belonged to Bishop and just away from this place the slaves lived, “Your home is not worthy of your pressence.” He whispered, half to himself as he lead Drew away, “How would you feel about a walk away from these facilities or perhaps you’d prefer if I fucked you raw right here in the hallways?”
One Week - Drew|Rook
Drew had been fidgeting, waiting for Rook to collect him, pacing, as he anticipated the week ahead. He wanted to kiss Brody, honestly. He was sorry he’d been such a shit to him before, because this was… It was a fantastic gift. He hadn’t bothered pulling a shirt on - it’d only be taken off - so he was just in regulation grey sweatpants. He grinned, when he heard Rook outside, and then yanked the door open, grinning as he looked the Dominant over. “Well, now I feel underdressed.” He chuckled, softly.
Rook couldn’t help but smirk, tilting his head, “You’re always underdressed.” He said flat, just matter of fact as he waited for the other to join him. When Drew stepped out, he reached over, taking hold of him around the waist. He stared into Drew’s eyes, “I have to get you back to Cameron, but first, you will be going on a walk with me.” He said and punctuated his words with a quick kiss to Drew’s lips in greeting, he didn’t want to waste time that they had, an entire week to explore.
One Week - Drew|Rook
He had him for an entire week, he had thought the one night would be a pipe dream, but he had Drew for the week. He had made his way down to retrieve him, pausing for a moment in front of what had once been Bishop’s door. He stepped past it and made his way to the guard outside of Drew’s domicile. He smirked, “Open it up.” He said, knowing the guard would be expecting him because he had the appointment set now. He stood, one hand in his pocket, body clothed in a gray suit, a thin blue button down, no tie though as he had been in the process of removing it when he had contacted Drew. He stood waiting the slave to join him, eyes locked on the door.
PM: Thank you, Sir. It... It means a lot. My brothers were always important to me, they were.. all that mattered, really. After I found Bobs again... Well, it was... Both good and bad. I wasn't the all-powerful big brother who would always keep him safe any more.
PM: You're welcome Drew. Like I said well discuss details in person when I see you again, but consider it done. It's the least I can do for you, you did the one thing I never could for Bishop and for that you'll eternally have my love and thanks.