serpentine

“Good boy,” he cooed, though still there was no lack of sadism in his voice. He didn’t stop or slow his hand’s relentless stroking of his boy’s cock, living for the way he reacted so beautifully in his grasp. He kept this pace up, his mouth moving to pay a little extra attention to the pale expanse of skin covering the crook of Clayton’s neck. He kissed gently at first, though it was short lived before he was sucking and biting a dark purple mark there, leaving no doubt who this boy belonged to and why.

He responded to Clayton’s body. As soon as his voice changed and he seemed to be getting closer to orgasm, Bellamy stopped and pushed the asset onto the mattress face first, watching as his beautiful body was put on display for him. “Ass up. Now.”

Clayton moaned at the simple praise. That, being the most unnerving of all of Bellamy’s actions. Make not mistake, the kisses and bites and stroking had him writhing against his master’s body and whining continuously. But the words, coming from that steel sharp voice. It was what kept Clayton under heel for so long. He longed to hear his master telling him such sweet things.

He was relatively certain he could watch this all day. Clayton always had a way about him, something Bellamy couldn’t quite put his finger on, that always had him enchanted. But now especially, red faced and lips wrapped around his cock, Bellamy felt that pull like a magnet. There was still a mean-streak a mile long inside of his chest, enough that he wasn’t finished yet testing his boy’s loyalty or patience or willingness to put up with whatever Bellamy wanted to throw at him.

He pulled back and, with another sharp yank of hair, twisted Clayton up to his feet, the boy’s back pressed to Bellamy’s chest. Fingers found his throat once more and squeezed just a little bit as his free hand moved to wrap around the girth of his boy’s cock. He gave it a few strokes, thumb slipping back and forth over the sensitive head every chance it could get. Soon he was picking up the pace, stopping only to add a little spit for lube, his own spit-slick cock pressed against Clayton’s back. “You know better than to come without my permission, don’t you, my love?”

It seemed Clayton’s intense focused had paid off. With his eyes closed, all that was keeping the asset gripped to reality was Bellamy’s cock pumping in and out of his mouth. Perhaps it was the delirium of a slight lack of oxygen. He moaned as he continued down Bellamy’s shaft, wriggling as if the feeling of his throat being used relentlessly was the most pleasurable in the world.

Times like these, Bellamy couldn’t figure out for the life of him why he ever doubted Clayton. Of course his boy would figure out a way to prove himself even with a half-literal noose around his neck.

“Fuck,” he swore, a rare sound coming from his mouth as Clayton sunk his throat down as far as he could on Bellamy’s cock. Watching those cheeks turn red, his hands tightening on Bellamy’s fingers, the way he seemed to sway some with his dizziness actually brought a sick sense of satisfaction to settle in the associate’s chest.

He released Clayton’s throat and pulled back just enough to allow him to suck in a saving breath of air before he shoved forward again, starting a brutal pace of throat-fucking his little slut into submission.

Clayton was proud to give his breath to his master, and certainly had no difficulties proving that to him. He considered himself lucky to have a man he could devote himself to, despite his urges for other men. Bellamy could get whatever he’d wanted from Clayton, and the asset simply thought it was love. 

There was something so decidedly good about the way that sounded. ‘It’s always been you’. Very few things managed to send a shiver of something inexplicable up his spine, but that was one of them. This would be a long, long night, and there was no way in hell Clayton was going to feel satisfied any time soon. Bellamy was out for blood, or something like it. The hand that was in Clayton’s hair loosened and moved to the slender column of his neck, squeezing just enough to limit the supply of blood without crushing his airway. A free hand slipped down to the boy’s cock, begging for attention, and a thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base with a tight squeeze. “Prove it,” he spoke, his voice a threatening hum in Clayton’s ear. How he was supposed to prove it when restrained in such a way was beyond Bellamy, but that was half the fun.

edric-wescott:

Ok, wow, what was it, pick on Edric day? “I’m fine, really. It’s just one slice,” the teen tried to assure the raven haired asset.

“I– well, I think it’s a combination of me being straight and my autism.” Edric shifted nervously in place, eyes flickering back towards to the door to check on his two pups– both watching the three of them as they lounged about in the hallway. “I’m too busy trying to keep my eyes on people’s faces instead of letting them wander up to something that makes me less anxious, like the ceiling, to really take a moment and check someone out.” He sighed then, feeling slightly ashamed. “And when I look at you two I don’t feel the same way as I do with Ari or Bellamy. I just see two people I’m friends with.” Had that made sense? Edric sure hoped it did, but just to be sure he could try explaining just a tad more. “Other the them, I don’t see anyone as hot– hell, I didn’t think Bellamy was attractive for my first three months here…”

 @milton-lomax​

Milton picked at his slice while he analyzed Edric’s words. He couldn’t really understand on a personal level how autism had an effect on your boners. So he just added another piece of information to his mental folder and left it at that. With a shrug he sat back and picked at the crest of his pizza that was left. “I guess I can understand that. I’m not really attracted to most people for more than a fleeting moment. Once I feel they are a waste of air or attention.” Thinking over his words he felt that could sound a little offensive to present company. “Not that I don’t think you’re attractive…just that I don’t think  have much in common to grasp at to develop an attraction for one another.”

Throwing his half eaten crust back into the box. “Honestly I’m still trying to figure out how this over affectionate puppy over here got me to like him so much. Usually people who smile a lot give me cause to smother in their sleep…” With a sigh he turned his attention to his other half. “…but here I am sharing a room with him. I guess I’m kind of stuck with him.” Rolling his eyes back to Edric.

@clay-killinger​

Clayton frowned to Edric with sympathy. The teen was such a little brother figure, rare moments when he picked on him for too long always got the asset feeling guilty. “Well, unlike you two stiffs, I think so many people are attractive and it’s fucking terrible, because I can’t always sleep with them. I usually just want at least one go around them, y’know, just to test my curiousities. I’m pretty sure I can pin point what a guy likes in bed just by looking at them for a while.” He sighed. “Why am I cursed?” he groaned in frustration, laying his head onto the foot of the bed his back was against.

He smiled  at Milton lazily as he talked of his infectious charm. “You love me. Everyone loves me.” And there wasn’t a doubt in his mind it was true.

The morning of their appointment, Aiden got to the gym a little early to make sure they had all the equipment they would need. His own MMA bag, filled with pads and all kinds of gloves was sitting ready in the back where the mats were.

He laid out jump ropes and his cell phone with an interval timer for warm-up. Currently, he was rummaging around the shelves by the wall to find some different gloves for Clay. He wanted boxing gloves and kickboxing gloves and grappling and striking gloves for starters because today was mainly about finding something that Clay liked.

Milton had been trained, Edric was a genius, hell, even Beau had gotten training. It was his turn to become a true tool of the tower. He was quick to throw on some shirts and a sleeveless shirt and rush down to the gym. Well, as fast as the elevator could take him.

Bellamy had an idea that it was purposeful, but that didn’t quell his anger. He twisted his fist again and trailed a hand down to Clayton’s hip. “Do you?” he asked “Me? Or every other dick attached to a powerful man, mm?”

There were about a thousand cruel things Bellamy wanted to say in that moment, but he’d been known to take things too far with Clayton. “Are you ready for me?” he asked as his free hand, the one not pulling with a bite of harshness on the hair atop Clayton’s head, moved to slip down the boy’s backside grabbing a cheek and squeezing. “Did you do what I told you to do?”

edric-wescott:

“Uh, yeah?” The teen gaurded his slice, suddenly fearing the other male would tear it from his grasp. “But I’m sure a slice or two won’t kill me?” He took a bite, keeping a blank face as he tried to decide whether real cheese was better than vegan fake cheese when Clayton turned to him for confirmation. “Um…” The teen’s eyes widened at the sudden attention and the awful question he was just asked. This was probably a bad time to be the lone straight boy of the group. “I don’t know, I’ve never really paid attention to your body, Clayton.” His gaze shifted to Milton, giving the other male a pleading look.

@milton-lomax

Milton felt his forehead tense at the information Clayton brought to light. “Wait, you’re vegan? Why didn’t you say something?” Was Edric willing to put risk to his stomach stability over a pizza? He had to imagine someone who didn’t partake in cheese on a regular basis wouldn’t have the best reaction after taking a fresh bite. “I could try and send one of the guards to get you something else?”

He turned his head long enough to miss the little sneak take a bite of his pizza. Narrowed eyes looking back as he turned his food away from his friend. When Edric called for his assistance Milton took as an opportunity to pry instead of aid. “Why not? Is it because you’re straight? I mean even with the weight he has put on you have to admit Clayton is still hot. Bellamy can’t be the only guy you’re interested in.”

@clay-killinger​

He huffed at the teen. “Why don’t you? You should be. I’m your roommate and friend, you should let me know that I was letting myself go.” He rolled his eyes at the other and resumed his pout.

The pout faded a bit though at Milton’s interrogation. He wondered what Edric would say about him being hot, though he kept silent and filled his mouth with pizza instead.

Bellamy felt himself lurch a little bit in anger at that, but kept himself in check. “I had about as much fun as possible,” he said before taking a handful of Clayton’s hair and forcing him to stand. “About to have a lot more.”

“Nonsense?” he huffed. “You act like I should have known I’d become a sex slave. And you seriously expect me to touch myself here? There is no privacy anywhere in this building.”