tensions | Kingdoms AU

He can tell Justin is...disappointed, although he can't fully understand why. The other man's voice is a knife's edge drawn against Monty's skin, making him wince.

But there's something else, something about the inherent gulf of power between them and the way that Justin is so impressively in command of the situation that makes Monty's dick start to weep at the head and he can't help it but to reach down and grab the shaft of himself and start to stroke. It's an awkward position but he moans softly at just the smallest relief he was able to provide himself as he lies here, held open, and scolded.

"Yessir," he blurts out and glances behind the curve of his shoulder to look at Justin's face, his hands, bracing himself for any potential discipline. He's used to that after all, used to not quite doing things the way other people here wants them done and paying dearly for it. "I think I know what you mean."

It's a game, is how he's starting to think of it. And while usually Monty is not fond of things like this, he is starting to realize that pleasure can take many winding roads and perhaps there's more to be enjoyed in the act of sex (which until now, for Monty, has always been about efficiency and chasing orgasm as blindly, selfishly, and bluntly as one could) than he previously thought possible.

"I'll stay."

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He smiles at that, wide and genuine, and leans down over Monty's body, presses his lips against his forehead as he strains to look over his shoulder at Justin. "There's a good boy," he almost purrs, and then his arm is a solid bar of weight against the back of Monty's neck, forcing him down against the bed, Justin's still-clothed weight settling over him, his cock already half hard and pressed against Monty's bare thigh.

"Tonight, I'm going to see about putting you through your paces, little knight," he whispers in Monty's ear. "I'm going to open you up wide again, give you a taste of what you've been hungering for all this time, without really realizing it. I'll fill you up good and proper, satisfy your hungry, desperate hole. I know how much you want to submit, and I'll make sure to give you that. Greedy little thing."

He pulls away, reaches for the pile of supplies that were always well within reach of his bed - it's no issue at all, adapting what his original plans for the evening had been - and pops the cork of a particularly interesting vial of oil one handed, letting the almost spicy scent of it fill the room, before he drizzles it over Monty's proffered backside, the pale liquid sliding down between the crack of his ass and dripping into his already twitching hole. "But before the night is out, what I really want is to see how well I can teach you to use that lovely cock of yours. I have a feeling this will be a much harder lesson for you to learn properly than simply opening up for mine, when you want that so very badly."

Oh. That phrase, it's like a key turning in a lock, a buckle being fastened, a collar tightened and secured. Monty bites his lip, squirms and squeezes himself more, right at the base near his heavy, aching balls, desperate not to embarrass himself further.

Justin's cock feels just the way he remembered it, heavy and insistent, big, slotting in between his legs and the cheeks of his ass, leaving a damp trail of precum, marking Monty's body even before it's really had him.

The oil stings his nose as he inhales, smelling ginger and spice. "I can't wait to fuck you," he groans, thinking about the contrast of that idea to how he's currently positioned now. "Can't wait to make you make a mess, the way you make me do."

"Yeah?" He murmurs, his fingers sliding through the little rivulets of oil until they are thoroughly coated and slick, and he caresses the very outside of Monty's rim almost tenderly, the spice of the oil a gentle heat against sensitive skin, holding it open and steady so he can pour more liquid from the vial in preparation. "Do you really think you'll be able to impress me, little knight?" His breath is hot against Monty's cheek, against the shell of his ear. "Maybe I shouldn't fuck you with my cock this time, hm? You barely lasted when I had you for your first time."

He reaches for the beautiful glass phallus, slides the cool material along Monty's warm skin, tracing along the path his fingers had taken through the slippery pools of oil. "Stamina is supposed to be the domain of youth," he observes, as he nudges the slick, cool tip of the glass against Monty's hole, watching the way his body quivers with reaction, clenching and loosening in a mix of anticipation and confusion. "I have high hopes, you know."

He makes a small sound and moves back against the slick, cold thing. He's a bit afraid, having never felt anything like it before, but Justin's breath is hot and damp against the shell of his ear, promising him all manner of degrading things.

"Let me try," he harshes, his voice already getting rough. His cock is throbbing and he keeps his hand around the base, held tight. "Please. I want to make you scream too -"

He feels the thick head of the phallus start to push inside of him and he keens, body tensing automatically, knees knocking as his legs try to close but to no avail. He shoves up against Justin's arm on the back of his neck but it's a solid, immovable weight holding him down and still. For some reason, that only thrills him, sends a combination of fright and arousal jolting through his veins.

"You'll have your chance," he replies, almost soothingly, but there is something implacable in his movements, twisting his hand as he presses the phallus in deeper, watching the way Monty's body struggles around the clear glass. He can even see Monty's insides, pink and strained, glistening with oil, the dim fire- and candlelight lending his pale skin a warm glow. "You've been feeling empty, haven't you, little knight? You look like you're about to burst just from this." On his last word he shoves in, hard, the plug sliding home by brute force, Monty's abused rim catching right at the skillfully crafted base, preventing it from sliding in deeper.

He nods his head, grinding out an obscenity as the phallus is forced fully inside of him and instantly he comes, unannounced and a little pathetically, his cock spurting just a little before he manages to force himself back down from the edge, shaking with the effort.

"That hurt," he hisses, fury back in his voice though it comes out muffled. His face is still pressed into the mattress, the sheets becoming damp from his breath and the tears being forced out of him. He wonders idly what he might look like, remembering that the object currently fucking him open was mostly transparent. It's a little disgusting to think about but also...uncomfortably kinky.

Monty's already starting to learn quite a bit.

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"You think I can't tell that's exactly how you like it?" He laughs, low and dark in Monty's ear, using the palm of his hand to grind the phallus in a little deeper. "You think I didn't figure it out, from the way you fight, from the way you move, from the way you arch your back and take it so well for me, a sweet virgin already opening up around my cock like an experienced whore? Coming for me when I haven't even touched your cock? You want it to hurt, little knight, you crave it the same way you crave blood on the tourney field. I'm just giving you exactly," he slaps Monty's ass hard, a sudden, unexpected impact, forcing his body to clench tight around the glass, "what," again, "- you," and again, "- want."

He actually chokes on a sob as Justin slaps him over, and over, and over, each hit emphasizing a singular word that cuts into Monty in the most delicious way.

"Yes, sir, please, sir," he finds himself gasping, eyes damp and flung wide open, his mouth slack and panting as if he had run for miles and was desperate to catch his breath again. "You're right, I like it rough. Make me take it, everything you want to give me - ah, fuck, fuck-!"

He surprises himself with his own words. It's as if someone else entirely were speaking and he could do nothing to stop him.

His ass clenches rhythmically around the phallus as it shifts with each slap of Justin's hand against Monty's ass, almost as if it were thrusting by itself, deep inside of him.

He barely notices that he's cum again, this time far more explosively, staining his own stomach and chest with the force of it.

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Even when he sees that Monty has come - again, with barely a break - oh, to be young again - he keeps spanking him, pushing himself up to standing so he can slap Monty's upturned ass with both hands, his skin pinking underneath the impact, a far different kind of injury than the cuts and whipmarks of the fights that the young knight was surely getting involved in, whether on the practice field or at the hands of his commanding officers or in service to his liege.

"Such a mess," he croons, digging his fingers in hard against tender skin and teasing Monty deliberately, pulling apart the cheeks of his ass to reveal the plug nestled between them, before pressing them together again. "As flattering as this is, you have no stamina at all, little knight. How can you even aspire to pleasing me? Can you even satisfy the whores at the brothels like this?" He lets go of Monty and reaches down between his legs, squeezing his balls painfully tight and rolling them in his palm, ignoring the oversensitivity. He works his hand up along the considerable length, and runs his thumb over the foreskin, sliding it up and down.

"All this power," he murmurs, "and no idea of how to use it properly."

"T-teach me, then," he retorts but it's a weak attempt. He already looks utterly fucked out, thighs shaky and sparkling with a sheen of sweat. "I want to please you, so tell me h-how - !" He ends in a yelp, feels a hard and sudden pressure on his balls. His teeth clench tight and he trembles even more violently, trying to jerk his body away from Justin's hands as they play with him, manipulate him, setting every nerve on fire, but he only ends up thrusting even more miserably into Justin's palm.

"Sir -" he gasps, pointlessly, words and articulation starting to fail him and quickly as he's more and more overstimulated.

The wet tip of his spent dick (already hardening again, slowly) is so sensitive and the way Justin toys with it makes Monty want to howl like an animal.

"We're going to have to do something about this," he says, 'tsk'ing with a tone of disapproval, as if disappointed at the misbehavior of an animal. He lets go of Monty's cock, and slides his come-slicked hand up to Monty's hair, fisting in the long dark strands, already soaked with sweat and exertion, and yanking him up out of position from where he'd been braced on the bed. "You'll be good for my training, won't you, little knight?" He murmurs, and then shifts their positions, turning Monty around and shoving him back down on the bed, seemingly careless of the way his body collides in impact with the bed will force the phallus deeper inside him.

"Spread your legs, Monty," he demands. "Present yourself to me properly. You're already so filthy." He sounds both pleased and dismissive, the perfect note of distaste and intended humiliation.

His moan sounds utterly broken and he is unable to meet Justin's gaze, feeling so scrutinized, so exposed. The way the other man is talking to him makes him feel continually degraded and humiliated and somehow, instead of reacting with rage and fury, Monty finds himself falling deeper into a soporific sort of obedience.

"I will, I'll be good," he babbles, his legs splaying apart shamelessly, the motions rough and with absolutely no finesse. It's crass and entirely unpracticed. He mimics what he can remember from his evenings at the pleasure houses, the way the girls would position themselves to entice, to appeal, to the men and their coin. "See?"

(If he thinks too hard about the implications of this, he'll be even more disgusted with him. So he doesn't think at all. As usual.)

He shifts, folding himself nearly in half in an impressive show of flexibility and strength. The angle causes the phallus to jut out obscenely from his body though his ass seems greedy for it (and for more), tightening around the shaft to hold it in.

Edited 2022-10-04 04:27 (UTC)

"There we are," he says, approvingly, his tone of voice more intimate than an actual caress. His gaze is heavy and hot as he takes Monty in - the trembling of his limbs, the awkward but endearing way he is clearly trying to mimic a memory, to make himself appealing, enticing, for Justin's eyes. There was a lot to enjoy, all things considered. Long hours of practice had filled out Monty's youthful body, lending him weight and bulk and a very pleasing degree of muscle, the beginnings of bulk wrapped around slender limbs and supple skin, however marked with wounds and the uneven browning of the sun.

"So you can be a good boy when you put your mind to it," he notes, almost as if Monty weren't there, weren't a conscious, thinking being capable of understanding his words. He reaches for the loops of rope he'd set aside, and sets them on the bed next to him, before he slides his large hand over Monty's belly, slipping in the sticky remains of his own earlier releases, white sprinkled over his bare skin, and then lower to his half-hard cock, hanging between his legs and twitching under Justin's gaze.

"We'll have to get your cock under control," he says, sounding thoughtful, and then he reaches into his pouch to pull out a metal ring with an ingenious hinge and lock mechanism. "I don't mind giving you a little extra help, if you ask properly. Say, 'Please help me control my useless cock,'."

He bites his lip. He doesn't want to say it. He doesn't want to have to say it but something in him feels compelled.

Monty looks down, eyes tracking Justin's big hand and the way it smears the mess on his stomach all over. Filthy, Justin had said. Monty doesn't have the presence of mind to understand why that felt like flattery in the moment.

"Please h-help me," he starts, murmuring the words and bumbling them in his mouth, against his teeth. He's so embarrassed, and thinking about the strange, cruel ring Justin's holding before him, right near his trembling cock like a threat, makes him feel even more so.

He swallows hard around a lump in his throat. His heart is beating so fast. He realizes he's excited.

"...help me control my u-useless cock, sir."

"There we are," he says, softly, but there is not a hint of uncertainty, his tone assured and confident. "You just need a firm hand, don't you? Look how good you're being for me tonight."

He wraps his large, come-slicked hand around Monty's cock, pumps it deliberately, feeling it start to fill and harden even further, and then fastens the ring tight, the mechanism 'snicking' shut. His eyes are avid and hungry, alert for Monty's reactions, the way he gazes so intently at what is happening, what is being done to him, his body's reactions honest even while he struggles with his words.

"I can't wait to feel you inside me, little knight," he purrs, sliding his fingertips up along the underside of Monty's cock, pressing it against his abdomen.

He nods along, his hair already damp with sweat, the long strands stuck to his forehead before he arches with a loud gasp when the ring snaps around him. The pressure at the base of his cock is immediate, a dark pulsing that he knows will start to hurt soon.

His hips seem to move on their own accord, jittery and twitching, his body desperate for friction and release. His hands claw at Justin, trying to pull him closer, to urge him to suit action to words. "Do it, already," he groans, blunt fingernails digging into the other man's shoulders, the back of his neck.

"Are you going to give me a good ride?" He asks, laughing, and shakes off Monty's desperate, reaching hands, stepping back out of his reach. "You're that confident?" He tugs at the ties of his clothes, and easily sheds his few remaining layers, piece by piece, dropping them carelessly down to the floor, until he is stripped utterly bare.

He's not, in fact. But he puts up a good front, steeling himself as he stares at Justin, his eyes tracing the way the other man undresses as if committing it to memory for later. How does he manage to make it look so...graceful and alluring? Monty wonders. It's as if every flick of Justin's fingers was practiced and measured, every stroke of his palm carefully thought out beforehand.

"Please let me try, sir."

"What a good boy you're being," he murmurs, and moves forward again, step by slow step, pressing Monty back down against the bed and straddling his hips. His own quite substantial erection bounces with his movements in a way that should seem comical and amusing, but Justin Baruch seems utterly unconscious of it, his attention and gaze fixed on Monty, utterly self-possessed as he settles his weight against Monty's strong thighs, his own legs bent on either side of the young man's hips.

His breath wheezes out of him and he stares at the other man's cock, instinctually swallowing. Yet, he preens under the small acknowledgement of his behavior, the tiny sliver of praise.

"...I like it when you call me that," he mutters, clearly ashamed at his own admission. Monty's hands grip onto Justin's broad waist, reveling in how different it feels from the smooth, graceful lines of a woman.

"Oh, do you?" He replies with a soft laugh, rocking his hips deliberately against Monty's, feeling the way his bound cock slides between the cheeks of Justin's ass, a delicious weight and pressure, his mouth practically watering from eagerness. "So you do want to be good for me, little knight?"

He can't believe it when he nods, his hips lifting off the bed just enough, his stomach flexing tight. "I do," he gasps, his voice gravely and rough with desire. "I'll be so good for you, sir."

Monty thinks there's nothing he wouldn't say right now just to be able to bury himself in the other man's body and pray for a sliver of relief.

He laughs again, and reaches back, raising himself up on his knees, his well-muscled thighs squeezing tight on either side of Monty's hips, sturdy and steady, supporting his weight as he wraps his hand around Monty's cock, squeezing it deliberately and positioning the head against Justin's hole, teasing it in and out of the ring of muscle there.

"Impressive," he murmurs, gazing into Monty's eyes with a smirk of amusement. "Though you still have a ways to grow, little knight." He tilts his hips just enough, synchronizing his movements so that Monty's cock starts to slide into his body, loose and slick, with the ease of long practice and prior preparation. He can already feel the way Monty's cock twitches and hardens further, restrained by the ring at the base.

Kingdoms AU

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