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It was fairly early in Nico’s exploration of BDSM when he met Nai. He’d had a few sessions with various subs who had given him good reviews for a fledgling Dom. Anonymity allowed for more freedom when it came to practicing the particular dynamic of Dominant and submissive. One could even request a faceless session for ultimate detachment.
Nai had requested such a session. Nico’s briefing was truly, well brief. Most subs tended to provide a good deal of their preferred play and turn ons when filling out the required information. Nai’s form, on the other hand, was practically empty. The only information he’d given was his preference for a little bit of pain, and the request for a faceless session. But that was part of the beauty of anonymous BDSM.
They plan to meet at one of the underground sex clubs which doubles as a seedy bar. Nico finds Nai sitting on the satin sheets of a bed in the back room. The man is still fully dressed in a pale blue blazer with crisp tan slacks. Only his shoes have been removed; expensive looking wingtips placed by the door. If it weren’t for the half mask over his face, Nico might have thought he stumbled into a business meeting and not the sexual transaction they were here for.
Nai’s mask is delicate, something one might wear to a proper masquerade; white lace with gold thread inlaid to create interesting patterns around his eyes which capture Nico’s attention immediately. They’re beautiful. Pale turquoise under even paler lashes, almost ghostly white.
Those eyes narrow slightly as Nai regards Nico. “You are to be my Dom for the evening?” Nai asks, businesslike.
Nico nods and Nai’s eyes sweep over his body. Nico is dressed in comfortable clothing, dark jeans with a black tshirt. His boots stand out a bit. They’re the ones he wears with his bike, a classic cowboy style with silver studs in the straps which thread through the gold ring at the ankle. The boots are rich black leather complete with a steel toe to tie the whole shoe together.
Nai’s eyes linger on the boots for a brief moment before snapping back up to glare at Nico’s half obscured face. Nico doesn’t wear a mask for these sessions, just large dark sunglasses which hide his eyes effectively. He adjusts the glasses before speaking to Nai.
“You’ve got me for three hours. Safeword?”
“Geranium,” Nai replies, secretly thankful Nico is ready to get down to business. Nai isn’t one for small talk.
“Color system?” Nico asks, rolling his shoulders.
“I’ll tell you what I want and what I don’t,” Nai replies. He adjusts himself. “Shall we begin?”
Nico raises a brow. It seems Nai wants to be calling the shots, which isn’t exactly how this sort of thing works. But Nico can play along. He’s tamed brats before and he can do it again with Nai.
He cracks his knuckles, striding over to loom over Nai. Nai looks unimpressed, merely looking up at Nico with a bored expression. It irks Nico for some reason.
“You got a name, hon?” Nico asks, a bit of his southern drawl seeping into his speech.
“Definitely not that,” Nai says, his nose wrinkling, “You may call me angel.”
“Alright then, angel.”
Nico puts a hint of a growl in his voice and Nai shudders ever so slightly. Maybe this won’t be as annoying as Nico thought. Nai might need a little finagling to submit properly, but Nico is up for the challenge.
He makes the first contact, running calloused fingers over the crisp line down the middle of Nai’s pants. “Wanna take these off for me?”
Nai uncrosses his legs, spreading them open as he says, “You do it.”
Nico raises a brow. He could refuse and make Nai do it. If he does it, he might be playing right into Nai’s hands. Then again, maybe Nai is expecting to be manhandled. He did say he had a preference for pain.
Nico unbuckles Nai’s expensive looking leather belt, threading it slowly through the loops on his pants. Then he hooks his fingers in said loops, yanking hard. The pants slip off Nai’s narrow hips all too easily and Nico’s eyes widen.
Nai is wearing lace panties. Really nice lace panties. They daintily cover perfectly bare, full lips, deliciously outlined under the lace. There’s the slightest distention at their peak from what promises to be a cock as pretty as the rest of the man. Nai notices Nico staring and his legs close to Nico’s disappointment.
“Do we have a problem?” Nai asks, a very transaction-like tone in his voice.
Nico knows what he’s asking. He shakes his head. “Nope. You got preferred terms?”
“Any,” Nai answers, reopening his long legs.
Nico’s eyes are drawn back to those pretty lips. He’s had trans clients before, so experience isn’t an issue. The only issue is his growing interest in Nai. He’s by far one of the most attractive subs he’s had., if not the most. He knows better than to let lines blur in these transactions, but his mind wanders despite himself.
He quickly derails the train of thought which gets dangerously close to what those flushed lips would feel like rubbing against his cock. Nai is cocking his head to the side now, clearly waiting on Nico to decide where they go from here. Nico needs to get his head in the game.
He collects himself, squaring his shoulders and straightening up, putting a little bass in his voice as he says, “Shirt off too, angel.”
Nai opens his mouth to tell Nico to take it off, but Nico cuts him off with a finger to plush lips.
Nico’s tone changes to the authoritative one he uses with bratty subs. “Take it off.”
Nai frowns around Nicos finger. He leans back a bit, hooking his thumbs into the collar of the shirt. Nico is treated to another surprise when the garment comes off. Nai has piercings; delicate golden bars run through his pink nipples which sit proudly over pale horizontal scars.
It’s clear Nai has put a lot of time and effort into his body. Every muscle is perfectly toned. The fine dusting of hair on his chest leads down to a perfect treasure trail and eventually a well maintained thatch of pubic hair visible over the top of the lace panties. The man is gorgeous, exquisite, divine.
“How much longer do you plan on staring,” Nai snips.
“Sorry,” Nico says.
It slips out before he can stop it and Nai remarks, “I didn’t request a session to be ogled.”
Red creeps into Nico’s cheeks. “Right. Uh—“
“You’re inexperienced,” Nai interrupts. Nico swallows and Nai sighs heavily. “I should have specified for an experienced Dom.”
He starts to reach for his slacks but Nico stops him with a firm grip on Nai’s thin wrist.
“I can do it,” he says, keeping eye contact as well as he can through his dark shades.
Nai’s eyes narrow and Nico tries asking, “You mentioned you enjoy a little pain? You ever been spanked?”
Nai looks offended. “Of course I have.”
Nico lifts a leg, planting one of his boots between Nai’s legs, close enough that the steel toe makes contact with his cunt through the panties. “How bout by a boot?”
Nai’s eyes darken and Nico grins. He slips the boot off and takes the pointed toe in his palm. Nai’s eyes follow the shoe as Nico raises it. The sound of the heel colliding with Nai’s thigh echos through the room. Pale skin reddens immediately and Nai’s eyes flutter shut.
“Lay down on your stomach,” Nico orders.
Nai drops to the bed, flipping himself over so his ass is presented to Nico. It’s pretty as a peach, perfectly sculpted, tantalizing. Nico tests the give of it with a palm. His hand collides with firm muscle and his eyes hungrily watch the skin jiggle from the impact.
Nai glances over his shoulder. His cheeks have gained a bit of color. Nico wants to see them fully flushed. He slaps Nai’s ass once more for good measure before telling him to pull his knees up.
“Good boy,” Nico coos when Nai tucks his knees under himself.
That makes Nai’s cheeks redden further and Nico makes a note to use praise as they go.
Nai’s ass is candy apple red already, the faint outline of Nico’s hand visible like a brand. It sets something hot simmering in Nico’s gut. His stomach drops when he notices the gusset of the panties. It’s wet, just starting to stick to the outline of Nai’s pussy.
It’s taking all of Nico’s restraint not to pop a boner. He reluctantly tears his eyes away from Nai’s arousal, raising his boot to continue in their play. The sole of the shoe collides with Nai’s left asscheek which ripples beautifully. Nai’s body tenses after the hit, muscles tightening.
“Relax,” Nico says.
Nai relaxes minutely, tightening up again the moment the boot lands on his ass again. A small sound sips from Nai’s lips. It’s mostly muffled by the sheets, but Nico catches it. A little moan. A good sign.
They continue until Nai’s ass is a map of the heel of Nico’s boot. The pattern is etched in raised welts, the entire surface now an angry red. Nai hasn’t said anything about wanting Nico to stop. On the contrary, he’s starting raising his ass to meet each spank of the shoe.
Nai’s back bows after the next hit. His thighs have started to shake slightly. Nico notices the sheets are between Nai’s teeth. Nai jerks when Nico’s fingers drag over the raised pattern on his skin.
“You’re doing well,” Nico praises.
Nai shudders in reply and Nico moves the boot back into position. He brings it down particularly hard this time, but it doesn’t hit Nai’s ass. Nai bows his back dramatically at just the right moment to have the hard heel of the boot hitting not on his ass as intended, but on the now soaked material of his panties.
The boot hits Nai’s cunt hard and Nai cries out in pain.
Nico instantly stops, swearing under his breath. “Shit. Are you okay?”
Nai’s brow furrows and Nico sees the sheen of tears on the man’s cheeks. The sight makes Nico freeze up, boot still held in hand. He’s done impact play before and he’s seen subs cry several times. It hasn’t affected him, until now.
His chest feels tight suddenly. He feels… wrong.
Nai’s voice breaks through the haze of anxiety overtaking Nico’s mind. “… I said I’m fine. Keep g-going.”
The break in Nai’s voice does Nico in. He actually drops his boot. His hands are shaking suddenly and he feels bile rising in his throat.
“What are you…” Nai starts, turning to look at Nico.
When he sees him, disappointment glances over his face. He drops his ass, carefully rolling to his side.
Nico watches him through tunnel vision. His legs are starting to feel weak and a ringing has started in his ears. He’s frozen to the spot, actively trying not to pass out as Nai goes about gingerly puling his pants back on, followed by his shirt.
Nai pulls his phone from the pocket of his pants, unlocking it and typing something. He doesn’t even look up at Nico when he speaks, eyes still glued to the screen of the device.
“This was a disappointment. I was starting to enjoy myself. I’ll be sure to leave the proper feedback for you. Clearly you don’t know your own limits. Shame.”
Nai pockets his phone, collects his shoes, and leaves without another word.
The moment the door closes behind him, Nico’s legs give out. He drops to the floor. The room is spinning. He can’t breathe and his vision is starting to go dark. His lungs scream for air while his limbs lock up. All he can do is close his eyes and try to stop himself from drowning on the air.
It takes a full ten minutes for him to work through the panic attack. It’s been years since he’s had one. He forgot how awful they were. Nearly as bad as the mortifying embarrassment that is setting in at the realization that he just experienced his first drop as a Dom.
Doms drop. It happens. He knows that. However, it doesn’t make him feel any better about it. In fact, it weighs on his mind so much, he almost calls up the agency to quit that night. He’s sitting on his couch, a blanket over his shoulders like some sort of trauma victim. He’s angry at himself, at the fact that he couldn’t do what Nai wanted.
It’s sad. Pathetic. He’s pathetic.
He pulls up the agency number, thumb hovering over it as he replays what he can remember of the scene. Nai had mentioned enjoying himself. So Nico must have been doing something right. However, he’d put Nai through pain, more than he had intended to. He’d made him cry from the pain.
But Nai… Nai had liked it. He’d wanted more.
Nico swallows. He drops the phone to the couch cushion, putting his head in his hands while he collects his thoughts. His mind strays to the memory of how wet Nai had gotten from the impact play and that ember of desire starts to simmer in Nico’s gut again. How wet would Nai have been if Nico kept going? Would he soak through his panties to the point of gushing against the heel of Nico’s boot.
That thought in particular is what drives Nico to call up the agency for a different reason. When they answer, Nico knows exactly what to say.
“I wanna specialize in sadomasochism. Do you have someone who will train me?”
The agency does, of course, and over the next few months, Nico trains diligently. He struggles at first with overcoming the mental block of purposefully hurting someone to the point where they are sobbing for him to stop. But there are subs who want that; to be destroyed so they can be put back together again.
Nico finds it takes a great deal of trust to let someone break you. He figures out it’s that trust which draws him to sadomasochistic play. It feels good to know he’s trusted that much, and he finds aftercare comes naturally to him to the point where even his trainer praises his ability to care for subs.
The first time Nico puts a sub into subspace, everything comes together. It’s ultimate trust, letting go of everything to just be. He feels like he’s on cloud nine after the scene when the sub thanks him. The girl even writes a glowing review which makes Nico beam with pride.
Nico eventually takes over from his trainer, becoming the number one Dom for sadomasochism on the agency’s listing. They ask him what alias he’d like to be booked under. Using actual names isn’t permitted for the sake of safety. Nico chooses a name that reflects his specialty to a tee: Punisher.
Punisher’s schedule is fully booked within the first week of being officially advertised on the agency’s website and Nico switches to full time as a Dom. It pays decent, enough for him to cover his bills and have a little extra. He never saw himself making a living in BDSM, but it works, and he enjoys it.
He does take on a roommate for the sake of being able to save; a blonde bombshell who works at a cute little coffee shop on the corner. Vash is kind and sweet and he and Nico get along like they’ve known each other their whole lives.
Vash doesn’t talk much about his family life. His mother passed away some years ago, leaving him and his twin brother to fend for themselves. According to Vash, his twin was more than capable of taking care of the both of them. They lived together for a time before Vash felt he needed to stretch his own wings and moved out, to move in with Nico.
Nico has never seen this mysterious twin of Vash’s. Apparently the man owns a very successful company which leaves him working nearly around the clock. Vash’s concern is evident when he discusses his brother.
“He never takes a break. I’m worried he’s gonna snap one day.”
Nico hums in reply. They’re lounging on the couch in the living room of their apartment. Vash has been playing some game for the past hour. Nico hasn’t really been paying attention, busy scrolling applications from new subs. He had a sub move away, which means his books are open again. One coveted slot for which over twenty people have already applied.
Vash dies in his game and he sighs, slumping back against the couch. He peeks over Nico’s shoulder. “Work stuff?”
Nico nods, “Gotta spot open.”
Vash’s eyes light up. “Wait really?”
Vash knows what Nico does. He also knows Nico is damn good at it. A thought pops into his mind and he asks, “What would you say to taking my brother as a client?”
“Your brother?” Nico repeats, raising a brow.
Vash nods. “He’s dabbled in BDSM in the past. Seemed to help him a little. That stick wasn’t as far up his ass. Probably cos other things were up there.”
Vash wags his eyebrows and Nico snorts. He swipes out of the applications, saying, “Sure. Why not. Have him fill out the paperwork and we’ll try it.”
…
“Naiiiiiiiii.”
Nai glances up at his brother. Vash is doing that puppy dog face again; big turquoise eyes staring at Nai from under long lashes, his lips pursed in the prettiest little pout. Vash knows exactly how to get what he wants, and Nai despises it. His twin has him wrapped around his little finger, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Alright,” Nai sighs, reluctantly closing his email, “What?”
Vash grins. “I got a surprise for you.”
“You know I don’t enjoy surprises.”
“I know I know. But this is a good one. Promise.” Nai narrows his eyes and Vash says, “You trust me, right?”
Nai’s reply is a curt, “Yes.”
Vash’s smile is vulpine this time. He leans in to whisper, “I found you a Dom.”
Nai chokes on his own spit, quickly hissing at his brother to be quiet. They’re currently in the very public coffee shop Vash works at and Vash is bringing up a very private part of Nai’s life.
“Vash,” Nai hisses under his breath, “I don’t… do that sort of thing anymore.”
“Cos you never found a Dom good enough,” Vash says, “Trust me. This guy specializes in that.”
That is Nai’s penchant for masochism. He and Vash hide nothing from one another, which means Vash knows all about Nai’s sexual preferences. Sometimes Nai regrets how close they are, but then again, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Nai sighs, running a hand through his impeccably styled hair. “I don’t think it would be a good idea. I haven’t indulged like that in quite a while.”
“Which is exactly why I think you need to,” Vash replies. He bounces a little in his seat. “Come on Nai. Just try it. For me?”
Those big puppy dog eyes are back and Nai knows he’s not going to be able to say no, so he says, “Fine.”
Vash beams, leaning over the table to hug his twin and nearly spilling Nai’s flat white. “Oh Nai you’re gonna like him, I promise.”
Nai doubts it, but he indulges Vash nevertheless. He fills out the application for new subs. It looks familiar, but he has tried several agencies by this point. This Dom, the Punisher seems to be a coveted commodity. Supposedly Vash somehow knows this Punisher. He was all to eager to tell Nai, emphasizing how rare an opportunity this was.
Rare or not, Nai is skeptical all the way up to the day of his meeting with Punisher. His company has been dealing with shareholder issues for the past week and it has run Nai ragged. He’s exhausted and pissy by the time he leaves work to meet with Punisher. His final meeting ran long, giving him no time to shower at home and mentally prepare himself for what will most likely be a disappointing scene. They’re meeting at a hotel, however, he can shower after, or before depending on how terrible this Dom is.
Nai arrives ten minutes before their meeting is scheduled to start. He prefers to be early. Better early than late. However, waiting on the crisp bedsheets has that little ball of anxiety starting to churn in his stomach. It’s been a long time since he’s done any sort of play.
The sound of a keycard swiping to unlock the door has Nai sitting up straighter. He brushes off his already pristine slacks, adjusting his tie a bit. No harm in looking good.
Nico saunters into the room. He’s dressed in his preferred “uniform”; dark leather jacket, white tee, jeans and his biker boots. A cigarette dangles from his lips. Nai notices it.
“This is a non smoking room,” Nai points out, already destroying any possible mood Nico was prepared to set.
The cigarette bounces as Nico clenches his teeth around it. Vash told him very little about his brother in this regard, only saying “he’s stubborn.” Based on the mere minute Nico has been with him, he would have gone with “he’s an ass.” But Nico has dealt with these type of subs before. He can whip Vash’s brother into shape, possibly with an actual whip.
Nico takes a deep inhale of his cigarette, noting the way Nai’s nose wrinkles in disgust. The man is dressed like he just came from a business meeting. He looks good, a little too good. He’s handsome, like Vash, although there’s a sharpness to his features Vash lacks. A strong jaw under chiseled cheekbones atop which icy eyes sit.
The cigarette nearly falls from Nico’s mouth. He knows those eyes.
Nico takes his dark shades off, looking at Nai properly as he asks, “Angel?”
Nai pales, his mouth suddenly dry as he rasps, “You.”
This day has gone from bad to worse. Nai just can’t catch a break.
He gets up, stating, “This is clearly a mistake. I apologize for my brother wasting your time.”
Nico douses his cigarette on the hotel notepad, glaring at Nai as he says, “Oh no you don’t.”
Nai’s expression darkens, but Nico’s decided. This is the sub who started this whole thing. The one who Nico couldn’t satisfy. He’s not letting him get away this time.
Nico steps face to face with Nai who sneers in disgust as Nico’s smoke laced breath hits his face, “I’m not letting you leave, angel. Not this time.”
It’s not a threat, per se, but it makes Nai bristle. “That’s not for you to decide.”
“It is when you’re my sub for the night. Now sit back down.”
The air is thick with tension. Nai’s icy eyes lock with Nico’s dark navy. Nico won’t stop him from leaving if he really wants to, but he hopes he stays. He wants to redeem himself.
Nai should leave. He and Nico have history. Punisher or not, Nai has seen this man unable to perform. Nai is known for not giving second chances. However, he is curious. The small bit of satisfying play he had with Nico was good. Nico has made enough of a name for himself to go by an alias now. Perhaps there's a slim chance he might be able to at least give Nai enough of a tease for him to get himself off later.
“One hour,” Nai says, sitting gracefully onto the bedsheets again. “I’ll give you one hour to try and not disappoint met again.”
Nico grins wolfishly. He drops his voice to a low growl, “Don’t worry. When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember your own name.”
Nai rolls his eyes. This is going to be a long, embarrassing hour for Nico. Nai can’t wait to leave a truly scathing review this time. He makes a point of setting the alarm on the clock atop the nightstand. One hour. One hour for Nico to make a fool of himself yet again.
Nai’s eye-roll is that last bit of friction Nico needed to start their scene and oh is he ready.
“Safeword still germanium?” He asks.
“Yes,” Nai confirms, a bit surprised Nico remembered.
“Good.” Nico cracks his knuckles. “Let’s start, angel.”
Nico has Nai take off his clothing, echoing their first time together. Nai mumbles to himself while he strips, taking the extra time to fold his clothes and place them on the edge of the bed. Nico familiarizes himself with Nai’s body again. Silver studs glint through his nipples today, and no panties unfortunately, just a pair of sensible boxer briefs, which Nai leaves on, giving Nico a pointed glare as he crosses his arms moodily.
“You haven’t changed one bit,” Nico muses. “Still stubborn and gorgeous as ever.”
Nai flushes at the compliment despite himself. He’d not forgotten how Nico’s gravely voice made him shiver. He will never admit it, but there have been a few furious masturbation sessions he’s had since their last meeting where Nico’s voice might have featured in his fantasies.
Nico takes note of the little reactions Nai has. They’re subtle; a quick clench of his legs, the roll of his shoulders. Small things, but reactions nevertheless.
Nico holds out a hand. “Tie.” Nai raises a brow and Nico repeats with more authority, “Tie. Now.”
Nico doesn’t miss the little shiver which passes through Nai as the man picks up his discarded tie. He hands it to Nico who takes it in both hands. He blindfolds Nai with it, not even bothering to ask for permission. Nai’s hands clench into fists and Nico has a split second where he wonders if those fists are about to collide with his stomach.
They don’t. Nico holds back his sigh of relief and knots the tie behind Nai’s platinum locks. It’s an expensive looking tie. Probably not one which should be crudely knotted in a makeshift blindfold. But Nai hasn’t pulled it off, yet.
Nico straightens up, ordering, “Lay down.”
Nai reluctantly lays back, his arms still stubbornly crossed over his chest. He doesn’t mind being blindfolded. It’s exciting. But he’s still unconvinced Nico will be able to do much aside from tease him.
Strong hands grip his wrists suddenly, yanking them overhead as a low growl says, “Keep ‘em there or I’ll tie ‘em to the bed and leave you here for the hotel staff to find.”
For some reason that thought makes a wave of arousal wash over Nai. He relaxes his arms against the pillows. His stomach drops when Nico speaks again to praise him.
“Good boy.”
Rough fingers drag over Nai’s body, making him twitch under the touch. Nico didn’t get to touch last time, despite wanting to. Nai’s skin is smooth, perfect, like the rest of him. Nico dips a finger into the man’s navel and Nai makes a surprised noise, followed by a gasp when Nico snaps the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs next.
Nico does it again, commenting, “I’m disappointed you didn’t wear those pretty panties for me.”
“If I’d known it was you, I would have worn the ugliest pair of undergarments I own,” Nai retorts.
A firm slap to his thigh has Nai garbling out the last few words.
“Shut up,” Nico growls.
A vein in Nai’s temple jumps and he snaps back, “What if I don’t want to?”
“I’ll gag you,” is Nico’s simple response.
“Oh?” Nai taunts.
The sound of a belt being undone reaches Nai’s ears, followed by Nico saying, “Open your mouth, whore.”
“Whore?” Nai screeches, “How d—“
He’s silenced by the sharp taste of leather on his tongue. Nico pushes the edge of his belt between Nai’s jaws, bridling him like a stubborn mule. Nai tests Nico, jerking his head to the side and attempting to spit out the belt. It presses harder, making edges of his mouth smart where his lips are stretched a bit too far.
He stills and Nico drawls, “Done with your lil tantrum, doll?”
Another impudent nickname. It makes Nai’s blood boil, but he remains still. Nico’s gotten his attention despite Nai’s efforts to keep himself indifferent.
“There we go,” Nico says.
He pats Nai’s cheek condescendingly and Nai growls around the belt between his teeth. Nico is honestly surprised Nai hasn’t tried to fight back more. He even has his hands above his head still. Nico has a theory. There’s only one way to confirm it, so he yanks off Nai’s briefs.
Nico was right. Nai is already wet from just a little bit of manhandling. His folds glisten in the low light of the room as he tries to close his legs to keep them from Nico’s gaze.
“Keep ‘em open,” Nico commands.
Nai’s legs tighten more and Nico gives him another hard slap to the top of his thigh. Nai inhales sharply and his knees fall apart, baring his cunt to Nico.
Nai’s pubic hair is still neat and tidy, only a small patch of wispy blonde over his little cock. Something shiny catches Nico’s attention. A piercing runs through the skin under which the head of Nai’s cock peeks from. Nico doesn’t remember it being there last time.
Nai jerks when Nico’s thumb pushes on the piercing. “This is new. It’s pretty.”
Nico digs his thumbnail under Nai’s foreskin making Nai squirm as Nico comments, “Bet it hurt real good didn’t it?” He flicks his nail over Nai’s cock. “Did you get hard when they did it? I’ll bet you did. Little pain slut like you? You probably nearly came when that needle went through.”
Nai shudders. His cock twitches under Nico’s thumb, slick starting to seep from him. Nico drags his thumb down Nai’s sex. He pushes the tip of the finger into Nai who makes a noise of discomfort. He’s tight despite being wet enough to coat Nico’s finger with glistening arousal as he pulls it out. Nico switches to his middle finger, giving Nai zero warning before shoving it up his cunt all the way to the second knuckle.
Nai’s cry is muffled by Nico’s belt. His walls spasm around the intrusion. It’s too much already. Nico’s finger is so thick, so foreign. Nai rarely does any sort of insertion. His cock is sensitive as it is and he’s never been able to find that special button, as Vash calls it. The g-spot, or whatever it’s called. Nai isn’t even sure it exists.
Nai becomes a believer when Nico crooks his finger. Strange, new arousal grips Nai’s abdomen. Nico massages that spot and one of Nai’s legs spasms. He’s never felt anything from internal stimulation before this.
“Feel good?” Nico asks smugly.
Nai makes an affirmative hum and Nico curls his finger again. He didn’t expect Nai to be this easy. The man is shaking like a leaf already. Nico can’t help but wonder whether or not Nai has experience with insertion. Judging by how tightly his pussy is gripping Nico’s finger and his reactions, Nico thinks not.
Nico rubs his finger over that spongey spot inside Nai, purposefully going slow to gauge Nai’s reactions. Arousal is steadily pooling around Nico’s finger with each movement. He can see Nai’s brows are drawn in a mixture of confusion and pleasure.
Nico straightens his finger in Nai, pushing back with it against Nai’s velvet insides. Nai lets out a whine muffled by the belt. It feels weird. He’s not sure if he likes it, but then Nico has his finger on that spot again and a moan slips from Nai.
Nico’s finger stills. “Are you a virgin?” The question has Nai tightening around Nico’s finger and he coos, “Tight little thing like you? Gotta be.”
Nai is, but Nico doesn’t need to know that. It doesn’t have anything to do with their little session. It’s not like Nico is planning on fucking him.
“Oh? Got real tight there for a sec,” Nico comments. “Thinking of something good?”
Nai flushes down to his chest which heaves with each breath. Nico fucking him shouldn’t be a good thought. It shouldn’t make his legs tremble with need. Shouldn’t make him so wet Nico slides a second finger in with ease.
Nico has been around the block. He’s had virgins before and Nai’s reactions so far have been pretty standard. Nico does wonder what dirty thoughts now have Nai loosening up significantly. His pussy practically sucks in the second finger Nico inserts.
Nico is a vain man, he’ll admit it. He shouldn’t ask his next question, but he’s dying to know how Nai will react.
He leans down to growl into Nai’s ear directly, “Are you thinkin’ bout what it would feel like to have me fuck this tight pussy of yours, angel?”
Nai whimpers and his walls seize. Nico’s fingers (and ego) are stroked by Nai’s cunt as it clenches tightly. A little bit of slick dribbles down Nai’s perineum and onto the sheets. Nico isn’t sure if it was a proper orgasm, but he can still taunt Nai with it.
He sneers, “Did you just cum?”
Nai replies with a little moan which doesn’t sound like a confirmation. Nico twists his fingers, rubbing both of them over Nai’s g-spot. He’s gonna make Nai cum to the point where there’s zero doubt. He glances up at the clock on the nightstand. Fifteen minutes to the hour. Fifteen minutes to give Nai an orgasm good enough to secure a second meeting with him.
Nai isn’t sure what his body is doing at this point. He doesn’t feel like he’s cum yet. There’s still that white hot heat simmering in his veins. Nico hasn’t paid any attention to Nai’s throbbing cock since he started to finger him. Nai wants to cum. His body is pulsing with need. For what exactly, he’s not sure.
Nico curls his fingers deep inside Nai. The heel of his palm brushes Nai’s cock for a brief second and Nai chases the feeling, rolling his hips down to rub the nub against Nico’s hand. It backfires and suddenly he’s empty, Nico’s fingers leaving his cunt in one quick motion.
Nico ignores the whine from Nai as he pulls his fingers out. He watches Nai’s cunt clench around the air. The man’s inner lips are engorged, plump and glistening with slick which spills from his tight opening as Nai takes a shuddering breath. His little cock strains, now pushed past its hood, standing erect, the piercing catching the light like a jewel.
“God you’re gorgeous,” Nico says breathily.
Nai’s cock visibly twitches. Nico looks to the clock again. Twelve minutes. Time for him to bring out the big guns. He presses his palm against Nai’s cunt, rubbing in large circles which stimulate his sensitive cock. The hard nub drags against Nico’s skin when he moves his hand up, smearing Nai’s arousal over the rest of his flushed sex.
Nai’s being teased. He expected as much. What he didn’t expect was how close to cumming he’s been since Nico started. The man’s fingers are far too talented. His tongue is sinful, spouting off words which make Nai’s whole body thrum in time with his heartbeat. He doesn’t want to be teased. He wants to cum.
He lets loose with a particularly pitiful whimper. It surprises Nico and he can feel his cock filling out from the noise. Nai’s pussy is wet and inviting. Nico could easily bully his cock past that tight entrance, carve a place for himself in those silky walls and leave his seed there like a brand.
Those are dangerous thoughts. Nico knows the rules. This is a transaction, not a love making session. He came here to please his client, not wet his own dick, and he’s only got nine minutes left to do it. He raises his hand, hovering it over Nai’s cunt for the second it takes Nico to shift his mind back into his role as Punisher, then he does what he does best. He makes his sub cry in pain so powerful it translates to pleasure.
The first slap against his cunt has Nai seeing stars. Nico knows exactly how to position his hand so it makes contact with Nai’s cock and his dripping hole. The impact sends his whole body jerking. Another slap follows, then another, and another until Nico’s hand is covered in Nai’s juices and Nai is wetting his tie with his tears.
The slaps are loud in the room; wet and vulgar. They make Nico’s cock kick with each one. He needs to get Nai to cum so he can head back to the coldest shower of his life. He checks the time. Six minutes.
Nico pauses in his assault on Nai’s cunt to give his poor cock a little attention. He brackets it with two fingers, jerking off Nai expertly. Nai audibly sobs around the belt. It’s too much; the steady throb of his abused cunt, Nico’s thick fingers around his cock. His body is overwhelmed, unsure of what to do.
Five minutes.
Nico can tell Nai is close. His abdominals are clenched tight under milky white skin, his body taut like a bowstring, waiting for release. Nico switches back to the punishing smacks to Nai’s cunt.
Four minutes.
Nai still won’t cum. Nico needs him to cum. His mind frantically shuffles through the other ways he could stimulate Nai to try and coax a final high out of him before their hour is up. He looks down at the man. Nai’s cunt is red and puffy, coated with fluid from his arousal. His cock looks painfully hard, just like Nico’s which strains against his pants as his eyes hungrily drift over Nai.
He shouldn’t. Nico really shouldn’t. He could get fired. Or worse. But he’s already undoing the button on his jeans, shimmying them down enough with his boxers to fish his aching cock out. He takes it in one hand, stroking himself from base to tip. His glans glisten with pre as he drags his foreskin back with the hand coated in Nai’s arousal. Nai sniffles and Nico’s cock jumps in his grip.
This is a bad idea. He shouldn’t. He can’t.
Two minutes.
Fuck it.
Nico grips the base of his cock, raising himself up to his knees to get enough leverage for the heavy member to slap against his sub’s glistening cunt. Against Nai’s glistening cunt.
Nai arches into the sensation of what is most definitely not Nico’s hand. The hot length vanishes, only to smack back against his cunt a second later. Never in his life has Nai so much as looked at a man’s cock, let alone touched one. He never thought his first time with one would be this.
There are alarm bells ringing in his mind. What Nico is doing is most certainly a breach of the contract both he and Nai signed. Nai should stop him. He easily could. His hands aren’t tied and he knows how to throw a good punch.
Nico’s cock drops again, landing perfectly for the leaking head to meet Nai’s own cock. Any sense Nai had left goes out the window when Nico starts rutting against him. His cock nudges Nai’s with each thrust, coating it with Nico’s precum. The piercing is covered quickly in milky white fluid. When Nico pulls away, Nai can feel the pre drip from the head of his own erect cock as if it were his own.
Nico is going crazy. One minute. Fifty-nine seconds. Fifty-eight. Fifty-seven…
“FUCK IT!”
He says it out loud this time before lining himself up with Nai’s quivering hole.
Thirty seconds.
This is gonna get Nico fired for sure. Or possibly worse. But he only has seconds left. It’s now or never.
It takes three seconds for Nico to line up properly, two seconds to force the head of his cock inside, and finally, one second to shove himself inside Nai to the hilt.
Nai screams. His hands fly to Nico’s shoulders, fingernails biting into the leather of his jacket. That thick cock is in his virgin pussy. He’s being deflowered by Nico. He has Nico inside him. Nico. Nico Nico Nico.
Nai cums with the buzzer of the alarm clock. His body curls in on itself, the lapels of Nico’s jacket clutched tightly in his hands as he presses his sweaty forehead into Nico’s chest. Nai’s eyes roll back under the tie, the belt slipping from his mouth which hangs open dumbly. He bears down on the intrusion inside of his throbbing cunt.
Nai has Nico in a vice grip, his insides squeezing so hard around Nico’s cock Nico hisses in pain. The alarm is blaring, shrill and loud, accosting Nico’s ears. He barely registers it, however. All his mind is focused on is Nai who is currently going through the hardest orgasm of his life so far.
Nai has never cum like this before. It feels like something inside him has snapped; that tightness in his gut released so suddenly, like a rubber band snapping in half. There’s no slow rolling pleasure like when he cums from touching his cock. This is one burst of pleasure so intense his ears ring with a shrill sound that doesn’t stop.
The sound isn’t the only thing which doesn’t stop. Nai is still cumming, his body is still taut with blinding pleasure and it hurts. It’s too much. He feels like he’s going to be sick. His body wants to expel the foreign object lodged deep inside of him; wants to be able to cum like he usually does, with rolling waves of pleasure from the little contractions of his cunt. But it can’t. Each time it tries to tighten, Nico’s cock is in the way.
Nico has never passed out during sex before, but he’s afraid he might right now. He knows it’s not possible for a human cock to snap off during sex. Or is it? Nai is certainly trying his best to do so. He’s pulsing frantically around Nico, drawing him in one moment, then trying to push him out the next. And holy fuck is he tight. Nico’s ears are ringing in time with the alarm now. All his blood is currently in his cock, which is being strangled to death.
“N-Nai!” He gasps the man’s name, followed by a slew of swears and a final attempt to stop the torture. His voice cracks as he says, “Cum for me, Nai. Let go.”
Nico’s voice pierces through the panic in his mind. “Cum for me. Let go.” He does it. He lets the dam break. With a silent scream on his lips, wetness gushes from his cunt, squirting around Nico’s cock and onto the sheets. It sounds like a faucet, like someone turned on the tap and let it flow. It stops as quickly as it came and Nai’s body goes boneless.
Nico cums the moment Nai sags against him. He doesn’t mean to, didn’t mean to. Fuck. His days as a Dom for hire are over for sure. But he can’t stop the orgasm that punches through him when Nai’s cunt finically loosens around his cock.
“Shit shit shit,” he mutters, shooting his release deep inside Nai, who doesn’t even register it.
Nai is coming back from blacking out for a moment. His mind is sluggish, slowly starting up again. There’s warmth deep, deep inside of him, along with Nico’s softening cock. He’s also wet, thighs and ass soaked in what he can only assume must be urine. That’s what must have happened, it’s the only explanation he can think of.
He came so hard he blacked out and pissed himself. How mortifying.
Nico moves to turn the alarm off. His cock shifts inside Nai who suddenly pounds on Nico’s chest.
“Get out,” he wheezes, “Get out. It hurts.” Tears slip down his cheeks and he gasps out his safeword, “G-geranium.”
Nico’s blood runs cold. His cock slips out of Nai and he quickly scrambles to the bathroom for a warm towel. He hardly recognizes the man that stares back at him from the mirror; his eyes look wild, sweat streaked hair sticks to his forehead, his lip busted from where he must have bit down on it with his canines. He looks like a feral animal.
Nai looks even worse. He’s taken off the tie, revealing his blotchy face, stained with tears and snot. He hasn’t moved an inch; sprawled open with his arms limp at his sides, laying in what looks like a damn puddle on the sheets. His pussy is bright red, caked with his arousal and Nico’s cum which is starting to dribble out of him, tinged with red.
Fuck.
Nai doesn’t say anything as Nico offers him the towel. He’s not sure he could speak again if he wanted to. His throat feels tight. It’s hard to swallow. His body is aching, especially between his legs. It hurts to even gently pat the damp towel against his sex. The plush towel brushes his cock and his insides clench automatically at the stimulation. It sends a dull pain through him and he can’t stop his bottom lip from trembling.
Nico is standing by the bed, pants and boxers hanging off his hips while his cock hangs between his legs; heavy balls sway as he shifts his weight from foot to foot nervously. Nai wants to castrate him, take his tie and wrap it around Nico’s balls until they fall off.
He also wants to gargle those balls and choke on Nico’s cock; be speared open until he passes out for real. Nai wants Nico, and that’s the most unnerving thing about this situation. Nai knows that Nico knows he just ruined his career as a Dom, if not his life altogether. Nai has lawyers, damn good ones who would make an airtight case against Nico and have him behind bars tomorrow evening.
They both know what just happened was, in technical terms, rape. Nico had sex with Nai without Nai’s consent. Sure Nai didn’t put up a fight or say no, but that doesn’t make it right or okay. It’s a delicate situation which rests entirely in Nai’s hands now; hands which are currently attempting to gingerly scoop Nico’s cum out of a sore cunt.
“It’ll come out on it’s own,” Nico offers, “Don’t hurt yourself trying to g—“
“I want it out,” Nai interrupts, prodding deeper with his fingers, “It’s disgusting.”
“I’m gonna try not to be offended by that,” Nico says.
Nai flinches as his fingers hit the wrong spot inside him and Nico stops him with a gentle touch to Nai’s wrist. He keeps his voice soft and soothing, “Let me start you a bath. It’ll help.”
Nai purses his lips, icy eyes glaring daggers at Nico. “You have a lot of nerve,” he comments.
“I know,” Nico replies.
Nai throws the soiled towel at Nico who catches it to Nai’s chagrin.
“Lemme help you,” Nico pleads.
Nai’s stomach flips when he looks at Nico. He’s doing the same stupid puppy dog eyes as Vash. Nai considers breaking Nico’s nose instead of accepting the help he knows he needs. He has no idea what to do with himself and he can barely lift his legs to try and pull them closed to cover his sore sex.
“Fine,” Nai concedes, “But put your disgusting cock away first.”
Nico glances dumbly down at his cock still hanging free. “Oh. Right.”
He tucks himself into his boxers and pulls up his pants. Nai is still glaring at him.
“You think you can walk?” Nico asks.
Nai purses his lips. He’s fairly certain the answer is no, but he’s too proud to say it outright. So he shuffles his way to the edge of the bed. Sitting up causes thick globs of white to drip from his abused hole. It makes his stomach churn. Disgusting.
He plants his feet on the floor and stands shakily. He doesn’t even make it a full step before he’s going down. Nico catches him before he faceplants.
“Let me help you.”
Nai shoves at him once before sighing heavily and letting himself be practically carried to the bathroom. Nico is surprisingly strong. He flips up the lid on the toilet with the arm not supporting Nai. Their eyes meet over Nico’s shoulder.
“You should really take a piss before the bath.”
“Fine,” Nai grumbles, pushing away from Nico to plop unceremoniously on the toilet. He points a finger at the door. “I’m not letting you watch me piss like some pervert. Out.”
Nico puts his hands up and backs out of the bathroom. He closes the door after Nai orders him to and then he waits. His mind starts to wander, replaying what just happened. Why did he do that? He’s never lost control like that, not even with clients who have checked every item on his “10/10 would fuck” list.
God he’s in deep shit.
“Nico?”
Nai’s call brings Nico out of his thoughts. He opens the door to find Nai perched on the edge of the tub now. The man leans to start the water, wincing as the movement causes his cunt to pulse with pain again. Nico would help, but he gets the feeling it would only offend Nai. He’s not sure why Nai called him into the bathroom if he doesn’t want Nico’s help.
Nai’s fingers snap at Nico. He doesn’t look at Nico as he says, “Get my phone.”
Nico retrieves the device, handing it to Nai who unlocks it with a glance. He brings up his messages, shooting off a quick one to his personal assistant. Send the car. Now. He’s more than ready to leave this hotel room and put this whole thing behind him.
Nai has Nico take the phone back while he slips under the warm water. It does feel good. Nico was right about that at least. Nai gingerly stretches his legs out, letting them fall open slightly. He flinches when water laps at his sensitive cunt. He’s going to kill—no, ruin Nico. Maybe he will put him behind bars after all. Nico and his stupid cock.
Nai’s cunt clenches and he hisses at the dull throb. His body is betraying him again. Nico’s stupid cock just had to go and make him cum harder than he ever has in his entire life. Stupid Nico, with his voice that makes Nai shiver and that heady musk of smoke and sweat which Nai wants to inhale until he’s dizzy.
“Fuck,” he spits, fist landing on the side of the tub.
Nico’s head pops in. “You okay?”
Nico’s been sitting on the bed waiting for Nai to—well, he’s not actually sure. Nai could’ve called the authorities here in all honesty.
“I’m fine,” Nai hisses in reply.
He scrubs at his face and lets his hands drop into the water with a tiny splash. He’s not sure what to say. There are things he wants to say, but they wouldn’t do any good at the moment. He needs to get home and into his own spacious tub where he can prune in his Himalayan bath salts.
“Just go,” Nai sighs, leaning his head back against the wall of the shower.
“Right,” Nico replies. He grabs his sunglasses, putting them on to hide the fear in his eyes. “I… I’m sorry.”
“Go.”
Nico leaves and the room is thrown into deafening silence