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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,912
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1
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Annyversary-Kneeling
Author: Aislynn Crowdaughter
Pairing: D/M
Warnings: BDSM, Male/Male, oral, anal, toys. PWP, established
relationship.
Disclaimer: Highlander and the characters of Methos and Duncan MacLeod are not mine, they belong to Panzer/ Davis and Rysher entertainment. I make no money out
of this.
torture, brutality and extreme violence! If anything of this offends
you, please use the delete-button now!!!
Anniversary: Kneeling
by Aislynn
Methos fought with the bonds hat held his wristscaught behind his back, fearing frantically to fall, at the same moment
revealing in the exquisite pain of Macs hands, tearing in his short,
black hair, forcing his head close; holding him up with their brutal
grip. Mac’s erection pressed against the backside of his throat, cutting
of his breath, causing anguishing panic and fear. He felt the urge to
gag, then fear and need for air overwhelmed him, and his eyes were wide
with sudden panic and pain. Mac froze for a moment, revealing in the
panicked shudders of his agonized lovers body; then, nearly at the
moment he was about to pass out Mac drew back, only to begin thrusting
into his victims mouth again with powerful, brutal force. Methos felt
the burning need of his own erection, neglected and swollen between his
spread kneeling legs, brutally trapped in the state of arousal by the
tight raw leather bonds that were tightly wrapped around the base of his
shaft and his balls, causing even more pain. The need was overwhelming,
another ache mixing with the burning ache of his tortured nibbles and
his beaten, needled sides. His ass was aching, too, from the brutal
whipping that had presumed this kneeling submission to his torturers
usage of his mouth. He could feel his lover building to the edge.Then, suddenly, Mac froze, again.Don’t move!" he commanded, harshly.His hands left Methos head and closed around the
slender shoulders.Mac’s voice became vicious."I want to see you in pain! I want to see you
writhing beneath me... I want you to hold your mouth open and suck me as
hard as you can whatever I’m doing to you. Understand?"Methos hesitated, searching his brutal lovers
gaze in fear, and Mac nearly came at the sight of his dilated, wide,
fearful eyes. But he held back his own need, holding himself in a tight
grip, forcing himself to hold back. Not his own needs, but Methos
desires and wishes were his primal goal in this performance.Deliberately, he hardened his grip of the shaking
shoulders of his humiliated, abused, bound lover and used him to get a
safe stand; then, ensuring that Methos would understand what he was
about to do, he carefully rose one feet and placed it between the spread
legs of his lover. Methos finched and shivered in fear, anticipating the
kick, the unbearable pain that would follow; his breath quickened even
more and he shook his head a little, pleading.Very carefully and in direct contrast to his
threatening words and actions, Mac tipped into the waiting groin with
the trapped erection, rather nudging then kicking since he wanted to
bring his lover over the edge, not to torture him unnecessarily. Even so
the soft pressure against the hard, swollen penis had to be nearly
unbearable. Methos screamed against the hard shaft in his mouth that
brutally cut him off.MacLeod rubbed the swollen groin of his lover
playfully, knowing that at the moment he was causing him not pleasure
with this caress, but more pain."Why," he asked, "do you think I should take you
rather by your ass but into your mouth? Do you think you have any say in
how I decide to take my pleasure out of your body?" Methos, taken by surprise, hesitated, not sure
how to react.Carefully, Mac added pressure against the
tortured, vulnerable groin."Do you want me to kick you here?" he asked.Methos shivered, fearfully shaking his head."Then I would advice you’d better start sucking
again, Methos" Mac said with perfect cruelty, "because I’m really
getting impatient...."He added even more pressure. Agonized, Methos
started to suck. He could only do it for a few moments, then his brutal
sexual potentate harshly commanded him again:"Stop!"Methos froze, obediently.Mac took his foot away, withdrew his hard and
sobbing cock and knelt down."Turn around!" he commanded.Shivering in pain and fear, Methos obeyed. He was
all to aware what he would be commanded to do next, all to aware that
MacLeod has not used any lubricant, and obviously didn’t intend to...
awkwardly with his spread and nearly over - stretched thighs and without
the help of his bound hands, he leveled himself enough to turn around. Then Mac kneeled down in his back, placing his
knees between Methos still spread thighs. MacLeod sneaked his arms
trough Methos bound ones and grabbed his hips, then slowly he forced him
down on his throbbing erection without even the slightest preparation,
forceful pressing his thick shaft in the near, tight, now bloodied and
torn passage, forcing Methos down to impale himself further on his
unforgiving cock.Methos screamed. He tried to level himself again,
to escape the burning pain that went all along up his spine directly
into his brain, but he could not. Mac pressed him down again, deeper and
deeper until nearly the entire length of his cock was buried in his
shivering, whimpering lover.Mac nearly came when the tight passage entirely
engulfed his throbbing erection. It took all of his willpower and some
very slow breathing to avoid spilling his seed there and then. But he
managed. After all, he wanted to bring Methos over the edge first.One of his hands rose up and closed over Methos
mouth, holding back his scream. The other sneaked down, finally closing
around the trapped, tortured, angry swollen cock."Ride me!" he commanded. "Ride me as eagerly as you can, until you don’t
want me to squash you here!"Methos whimpered, as MacLeods hand brutally
squeezed his agonized cock, then slowly started to milk it. Whimpering
and painfully he slowly started to ride, leveling himself on and down,
tears streaming out of his eyes and shivering. He was nearly there."Please" he heard himself whimper against the
back of Macs hand, "Please...."Mac’s hand briefly left his groin to caress first
his abdomen, then to pinch the swollen, bloodied and tortured nibbles,
pulling at thee nibble teaser. Methos screamed again, then sobbed, let
his head fall back. "Please, Mac... " he whimpered. "Please, please,
please, please...."Then Mac withdrew his cock, nearly going out,
holding him open only with the head of his cock. Methos shivered. Mac’s hand closed again over his lovers erection,
then he pulled the release knot of the oiled bands. And while he helped
the bands to enfold, he thrusted hard into the agonized shivering
writhing body of his lover, hitting full the sensitive gland.Methos screamed. White-hot pain exploded in his
head, turning in white-hot pleasure, and then he was there, feeling
orgasm hit him, ripping through him like the tendrils of a
Quickening. His seed exploded out of his cock and he came, came , came
like he would never stop coming. The contradictory of his tight inner
muscles sent MacLeod over the edge, too, and in one last, deep thrust he
buried himself in his partners body, then felt his essence spilling into
him and following him into the gleaming bliss.Slowly coming back from the plateau, their bodies
still joined by his now softening cock, Mac started to think coherent
again. Methos now limp body rested peacefully in the arms of his
partner. Mac held him firmly embraced, silently rocking him. His left
hand wandered upward to the tormented nibbles, removing the teasers;
then it wandered to his sides, pulling out the needles with soft caress.
All the while he whispered into his exhausted partners ear that he has
been very brave, that he was a wonderful sight to behold like this, when
he was aroused, when he was screaming in ecstasy... all the while softly
removing the needles and putting them aside, allowing he tormented
flesh to heal.He knew better than to break the mood to soon,
thwarting it by asking his partner if he was okay of begging
forgiveness. It was a fault that he had made all to often in their early
experimental explorations of their brutal lovemaking. Breaking the mood
of total sexual bondage, bringing his partner all to soon out of the
bliss, thwarting the erotically context of sexual dominance and
helpless, forced, total submission before the healing set in and took
care of the pain enough for Methos abused body to cope with it. Methos had shown an overwhelming and most
grateful patience with his partners first, fumbling and unsure
explorations into the strange realm of sadistic torture and consensual
top-bottom relationship, and in fact it had been his wishes and slowly
explored desires that had drawn MacLeod deeper and deeper into the reams
of inflicting pain, building it to the point it was nearly unbearable,
then skillfully bringing his partner over the edge.But it had cost them both much to come this far.
And there had been many nights when Methos, contently wrapped into
MacLeods arms, woke from silent sobs to find his lover caught in
nightmares, caused by the pain he had just subjected his masochistic
partner to.Methos had wanted to stop then, not willing to
let his own dark desires inflict further pain and guilt in his beloved
Highlander, but MacLeod had begged him to give him time, let him try to
cope, let him learn. And he had sworn he would try to accept and cope
all this even further.And he had. Mac had learned. And he had, to his own surprise and horror, even
started to find delight in the brutal sexual dominance he took
out on Methos and in the Old Mans submission. Found himself relish the
power he held over his partner, discovered to his own, guilty
embarrassment and shame that sometimes he liked even the prospect to
hurt that lithe body, to see the Old Man whimper and writhe in the pain
he inflicted on him; the prospect to subject this man to the punishments
he made him suffer. Punishments, he dared not to speak aloud, for all
the uncounted occasions when Methos manipulated him and all the skill
with which the Ancient pushed his buttons, for the notoriety with which
the old man withheld the truth, and held back in fights, never honest,
ever planning with plans within plans within plans... He had been
shocked to discover so much anger, even hatred within himself in spite
of the love he felt.A good thing, then, that this love was more than
enough to outbalance this anger; and a good thing even more, that their
strange sexual relationship gave him a valve to take out part of this
anger on the ancient. A good thing even more that he loved this man too
much to ever wish to hurt him more than Methos -- in the context of this
sexual bondage – was comfortable with. Or was this simply another way to
excuse it, to silence his feelings of horror and guilt?Strange enough to think what chasms of pain his
ancient partner could endure, even found pleasure in, if it was
carefully enough build, in an erotically context. Physically heavy,
Methos had delicately phrased it. Yes, you could say so.Carefully observing his partners reactions, Mac
abandoned his musings and let his hands caress the body in his arms.
Placing the nipple pins and needles aside, he finally decided that
enough time had passed.Carefully kissing his lover on the neck he asked:"You okay?"Methos let his head fall back on MacLeods
shoulder."Yes," he answered dreamily, "Ohhh, yes!... Mac,
that was wonderful." Duncan swallowed. Not the right time now for
brooding. With hard won routine, he surpressed his finch."You are wonderful," he observed, and then
added: "But this floor is too hard to stay here. Come to bed!"
Carefully, he withdrew himself from his lovers body and released his
partner from his arms. Then he got up and hunted for a piece of cloth to
start cleaning them up. Methos stayed where he was. "I do not think I’m
up to getting up yet," he mused. It was a remark to his mood; his body
was already and completely healed.MacLeod smirked impishly."Not a problem!" he decided, then bent down and
swept his lazy lover up into his arms. "Come to the bathroom. I clean
you up, and then we go to bed. And in the morning, you will be treated
to a large breakfast."Methos grinned. "From slave to master in one,
easy step?" he asked. "You are going to ruin the mood, Mac!""I’m not. I did not say what the main
course of that breakfast would be," MacLeod said. Then he claimed his
lovers mouth in a kiss."Happy anniversary, Methos!" ------------ end ---------