SMUT REQUESTS

Jack Kelly, Davey thought, looked abnormally beautiful in rope.

He had tied him up as tight as possible, without cutting off any circulation, and as he stood back and stared at his masterpiece, Davey couldn’t help to feel a little bit proud. There was a sort of joy in taking away his lover’s power, especially since he was always such a smartass. So, seeing the way that his own rope squeezed his lover’s body brought him immense glee.

He had been teasing Jack for quite a while now while tying him up — kissing his chest as he wrapped the rope around his torso, running his hands up and down his wrists as he tied his hands together. He even ghosted his fingers along his cock as he lightly strung it up in bondage. The rope clashed stunningly with his pink skin, flushed from arousal and submission. 

“How are we doing, baby?” he asked, but Jack only responded in a light smile, mind already mashed from the mere thought of what sort of wonderful pleasure-pain mashup he might inflict onto him. 

Davey grinned at him, enjoying the expression in Jack’s half-lidded eyes. For such a fierce leader, such a strong man, he sure did crumble easily while tied up. It made him unbearably hard, having power over such a power. He watched as Jack’s eyes scanned his body. Davey had taken off his shirt prior to tying him up, simply to set the mood. However, as his lover eyed his hips and the way they dipped under his pants, eyes skimming over the happy trail leading down, he decided it was about time to match him in his vulnerability.

“Look me in the eyes, pet,” he commanded.

“Yes, sir.”

Green eyes met dark as Davey dipped one of his hands below his own belt, and slowly (teasingly), pulled out his cock. He was always proud of its size when it was hard (he was a grower, not a shower), and by God was it hard now, looking at the oh-so-fearsome leader tied up and staring at him, ready for his next order.

Who was he to deny him of it?

“Open your mouth.”

Jack nodded enthusiastically, and opened wide, eyes still looking up at him expectantly. He held back a smile. “What a good boy,” he praised, stepping closer. Before Jack could respond to his soothing words, he shoved his cock deep into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He let out a gagging noise, attempting to move his hands to pull himself back. Unfortunately enough for him, the knots were strong, and he could barely move an inch. 

“Oh, you poor thing. You’re just going to have to take it, isn’t that right?” Davey teased, beginning to thrust into his mouth.

Jack hummed in agreement, squeezing his eyes closed as he tried to focus on not gagging again. He truly was big.

“Did I say you could close your eyes?” 

He opened them again, once more meeting Davey’s gaze, tears welling. He looked so submissive, so completely and utterly lost in giving in as he stared up at him with emerald eyes. It made Davey want to cum - the utter superiority he held over him in the moment. He moaned as the soft mouth closed around him.

“Oh what a slut.”

All of a sudden, as though to prove his statement correct, Jack pulled his head away and licked a slow stripe up the length of his cock, causing him to tip his head back and groan. If he wasn’t fighting cumming too early before, he definitely was now. “What an evil thing to do, my love. You’re going to pay for that.” 

And Davey wasn’t one to not keep his word. He gripped his hair and pulled him deep onto his cock, before ruthlessly fucking his mouth, allowing every ounce of precum to drip down his tipped throat. Even when tears rolled down his cheeks, and his hands struggled to budge from his rope, Davey didn’t stop. He kept going until the mere look of exhaustion and pleading on Jack’s face brought him to the edge. He just knew he was seeing stars. Teasing himself, Davey pulled out before he could reach his own orgasm, and took a step back. And then another.

Jack gasped for air, coughing as the world came back for him. Davey allowed him his space for a minute, before getting down on his own knees. He gave him a quick kiss on the cheek to remind him of his love, before looking down at his cock, tightly strung by rope. It was hard and dripping with precum, the tip already purple - which brought a smirk to his face.

“You like that, huh? You like when I use you like that for my own pleasure?” It was less of a question, more of a statement.

He nodded. “Y-yes, sir. Yeah.”

“I bet it hurts, being so hard and desperate for me. And think, I haven’t even touched you once. You must be just longing for some friction.”

He whined. “Yes sir!”

A smile. “Good boy. And now, because you are so good, I’ll help you out a little bit. Okay?”

“That’s so nice of you, sir,” Jack said, eyes welling with tears once more.

“Oh, of course baby. I’m ruthless, not mean. Now what do you say?”

“Thank yo-oh,” his thanks was cut off by a lewd moan as Davey gripped his strung up cock and began stroking it, slowly at first. He leaned in to kiss his neck right where he liked it, directly below his ear. As Jack’s moans grew louder, he stroked faster and faster, using his precum as lubricant.

“You’re so good, always so good for me,” he whispered in his ear, sending chills down his spine. 

“Thank you, sir.”

“What? Say it again.”

“Thank you, sir. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

He loved seeing Jack fall apart like this, it had to be one of the best sights he had ever seen, the 8th Wonder of the World. The way his eyes fluttered in pleasure, how his hair was all messed up for once, the flush on his cheeks. Purely beautiful.

Jack took in a wavering breath. “I’m going to cum,” he mumbled. “Please, sir. Let me cum.”

Now Davey was nice. But he was not that nice. 

He tore his hand off of his cock, listening to the whimper he let out. “Oh honey, it’s not that easy. I haven’t finished with you yet.” 

“But-”

“No ‘but’s, honey. It’s time for me to use you.”

Davey stood up, his own legs wobbly from the blowjob (although he tried not to let it show). He moved himself behind Jack, and then pushed his back so that his hands, tied together still, were clasped under his own chest, forearms keeping him up, falling forward so that his ass was in the air. He knelt down next to him, taking his ass in his hands before giving it a hard slap, earning a quick and startled whine from the man beneath him.

“How bad do you want it, honey?”

“So bad, sir. Please.”

That was all he needed to hear. Although he was keeping quiet about it to save face and power, he wanted it, no, needed it just as badly as Jack did, if not more. Davey positioned himself to his entrance, taking in the sight of such an imposing figure beneath him, giving himself over to another, and pushed in. He couldn’t hold back the wavering moan that came with it, the tight warmth around his cock almost too much to bear.

He took a moment to get himself together, allowing a pleading Jack to get used to his size, before thrusting into him once. Slowly. And again. And again.

Before he truly knew it, he was fucking him relentlessly, grunting on every thrust, his pulse in time with his own motions. Jack, below him on his knees, was making all sorts of wonderfully lewd noises. It awed him, how such a respectable person could be turned into such a loveable fuck toy, one he could take advantage of whichever which way he pleased.

Speaking of which…

Davey took one hand and clamped it around Jack’s throat, squeezing the sides until his breath became ragged and his moans squeezed and high-pitched. Choking him, he continued to ravage his poor ass, using his other hand to grip at his skin, caressing each and every inch of him.

After a minute or so of being choked, Jack seemed to be trying to say something through the hallowed space of his windpipe. Davey let go of him, without stopping his relentless thrusts. He let out a gasp, before:“Please.”

“What was that?”

Then, breathlessly, came Jack’s: “Please.”

Davey reached over his shoulder to grab his chin, forcing him to look behind himself and meet his eyes. “Please what, baby?”

“I need to cum. I’m so close, sir.”

He wanted to see him cum, he had been doing so well for so long, and although he knew that he deserved it, Davey couldn’t deny himself one less burst of fun: “Beg for it.”

He let out a dramatic sigh, and said, “Please sir, please! I need it, I’ll give you anything, just let me cum for you! Please!”

Pecking him on the cheek, he nodded. He himself was hardly able to hold himself together anymore. “Alright, doll,” he said. “You’ve been such a good boy. Go ahead.”

A hitched gasp. “Thank you, sir!”

He watched as his lover’s cum spilled all over the floor, spurting out in ropes over and over again. The way his cock twitched, combined with how his entire body tensed up and the lovely sounds that accompanied it all, Davey couldn’t hold it back any longer, either. With his eyes squeezed shut, he spilled himself into Jack, who let out a high-pitched, uncharacteristic squeak. Davey rested his head on his shoulder, still pumping his cock in and out of him until all of his hot cum was deep inside of him. With one last thrust, he mustered his courage to pull out, wincing at the feeling.

He took a deep breath, before opening his eyes and giving Jack a loving kiss on the cheek. He nuzzled his face into his shoulder as his knowing hands began to untie the knots that squeezed his body, starting with those on his hands. As he untangled the rope, he kissed the marks left on his lover’s body. They would go away in a few minutes, he knew, but in the moment, he almost felt bad for him.

“How are you doing?” he asked him.

Jack hummed with content in response, happy in his post-orgasm phase. As soon as Davey had finished untying all of the knots, and the rope now lay in a heap on the ground, he pulled himself into his arms and lay curled against his chest. Davey held him there, kissing the top of his head. “You did such a good job,” he said. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, sir,” he mumbled, which brought a smile to his lips.

“You don’t have to call me ‘sir’ anymore, Jack. It can just be ‘Davey’.”

He snuggled deeper into his arms.

“Thank you, Davey.”