Title: Leather and Lace
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: saras_girl asked for shamless, kinky porn. And here it is! Pure, mindless filth!

I’ve always known Greg has a kinky streak a mile wide. That’s one of the reasons I love him. There are things I want to do to him and with him but I am never brave enough to ask, and he just seems to know, and does them without a second thought.

But I wasn’t quite prepared for this. This is new, an entire new realm, an entire new experience. Way beyond anything we have ever done before.

I got home late to find Greg standing in...well, to be honest, I can only call it rather arousing attire.

Here he is, standing in front of me in knee-high leather boots, fishnet stockings, a leather mini skirt and a black silk Basque. His hair has been dyed black with fire engine red tips and he has black eyeliner framing his liquid chocolate eyes. There is black nail varnish on the tips of his long, slender fingers and in one hand is a black leather paddle with a pink heart on it. In the other is a bright red vibrator. He looks absolutely stunning.

“Uh, G...what’re you doing?”

Although the sight of him dressed like that has me hard in seconds it is also making me decidedly nervous. He advances on me slowly, not saying a word until he has me pinned to the wall. His hot body is pressed tightly into mine.

“I’m not doing anything Nicky.” He breathes the words against my neck, letting his tongue sneak out and tease my jaw line, laying a gentle nibble on my Adam’s apple. “But you might wanna ask me what you’re doing.”

Greg lets his hips sway against me and I can feel his growing arousal through his leather and my denim. I swallow hard, my throat going suddenly dry. I look into his eyes and they are wide and dark, the eyeliner making them positively sinful.

“Sunshine ...what am I doing?”

“Me,” he whispers into my ear before placing the paddle and vibrator into my hands. “Right now.”

He pulls me by the belt and I let him lead the way. He is taking me to our bedroom. When we get there, he pushes me so I’m sitting on the bed facing him and he is in between my legs. He gently takes my hands and places them on his thighs, and I know what I have to do. I slowly let them creep upwards until I can feel silk against my fingers. He is wearing the panties he bought not long ago.

I moan and let my hands slide under the silk, cupping Greg’s insistent erection. He pushes his crotch into my fingers and then grabs something from his bedside table, dropping it into my lap. I remove my hands from their haven to look at the object. It is his black, studded, leather collar. The collar he has worn a few times before when he was feeling submissive. But he’s never worn it dressed like this.

That I hadn’t expected. When I had first seen him dressed like this I had assumed that he was in the mood to be dominant, and he doesn’t do that often. But it would appear that I was very wrong and actually he was in the mood to be dominated. I look at the head of the bed and see a blindfold, black ribbons and handcuffs, all laid out ready. I lick my lips and feel my pupils dilate with lust.

“Christ, G.” I stand up with the collar now in my hot and sweaty hands. “Are you sure?”

Greg nods, places his hands behind his back and turns his eyes to the floor, immediately taking on his submissive stance.

“Turn around,” I order, before placing the collar gently around his neck. The second it is buckled I hear his breathing change; it’s shallower, more urgent.

“Face me.” And he turns around straight away, his eyes still to the floor. “On your knees.”

Greg gets to his knees in front of me without hesitation, his chest already heaving and his face already flushed.

“You are going to do exactly as I say, and if you don’t then I am going to use the paddle on your tight ass. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Greg moans out.

”Yes who?”

“Yes, master.”

His eyes are twinkling and his hard-on is now pushing against the leather of the skirt, making it tent between his legs. He is practically panting. I don’t like to be the one on the receiving end of this, but Greg really gets off on it every once in a while. And the longer I am with him the more I’ve got into the dominant role. Not that I wasn’t anyway, I just used to feel weird about treating Greg like this, like a toy or an object of pleasure rather than a person.

I reach down and open my jeans, releasing my by now rock hard and leaking erection. I stroke it for a few seconds before looking down at Greg, knowing it will drive him wild, and I’m pleased to see he is squirming and staring at the floor, trying to avoid looking between my legs.

“Suck it.”

Greg immediately leans forward and wraps his lips around just the very tip of my cock. I can’t suppress the moan and involuntary shudder that courses through me as I try to push forward, but Greg forms a barrier with his teeth and refuses to budge.

“Open up. Suck me,” I order once more. Greg still refuses to move.

“Greg, do you want me to use the paddle on that firm little butt of yours?” I see Greg shudder at the idea. He grins, still holding just the tip of me in his mouth, his tongue diving into the slit and licking me clean.

“I...oh fuck...I’m going to tell you once more ...oh yeah...and then I’m bending you over the bed and spanking you.”

Greg sucks me gently like a lollipop but not moving any further down my aching shaft.

“Suck it Greg.”

 

I can almost feel his body flush with heat and I know he is going to disobey me. He likes to play the naughty boy in this little game, he likes to be commanded, and occasionally he likes it rough. Not too rough, just a touch of pain with his pleasure.

I grab him under the arms and pull him to his feet, slamming him onto the bed, showing him I am in charge. Then I carefully position him on his hands and knees and push his skirt up to his hips to reveal the panties. I run my hands over his ass, cupping each cheek gently, letting my hand drop between his legs and stroking his cock through the silky fabric.

“You are a very naughty boy, Greg.”

“Yes, m...m...master.”

“And naughty boys get spanked.” Greg shudders at my words.

“Yes, master.”

I pick up the paddle from the bed and he moans, his back arching slightly in anticipation. Then I bring it down onto the right cheek of his ass, not too hard but hard enough to hear him gasp and then moan deeply.

“What do you say, Greg?”

He shakes his head, refusing to say anything, so I bring the paddle back down onto his right ass cheek, knowing that the heated spot where he had been spanked before is already pulsing with extra blood so the tingle would be even better this time.

“Oh, Nicky...” he moans out, his breathing hitching. I rub my hand over his ass, letting the silk soothe the paddle-shaped mark on it.

“It’s master, and I’m waiting, Greg.”

“I’m sorry.”

I bring the paddle down once more on his ass cheek before letting it fall to the bed, then I raise the edge of the panties and blow warm air onto the spot I have been spanking. Greg cries out and pushes back towards me.

“I’m sorry who, Greg?”

“I’m sorry, master.”

“Don’t move,” I instruct. “You still need to be punished.”

I reach into Greg’s drawer for a bottle of lube. I’m going to drive him wild, bring him to the edge as many times as I have the self control for, then make him finish me off before I fuck him. He likes to tease, and thanks to his ‘training’ I can do it just as well as him now. I open the bottle, hearing Greg inhale sharply at the sound, and then coat three fingers.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you, Greg?”

“No, master.”

“I’m going to stick my fingers into that tight little hole of yours.”

I can feel myself blushing. I’ve never been good at talking dirty, at least I don’t think so. Greg seems to think I can do an ok job of it when I let myself go.

“I’m gonna push them inside you and stroke you. I’m going to find your sweet spot and rub it, make you scream.”

“Oh God, yes master, please.” Greg is begging, desperate.

“And then I’m going to make sure you’re all slippery inside and I’m going to push the vibrator in, an inch at a time. And when it’s all the way in I’m going to turn it on. And I’m going to make sure it’s buzzing against that sweet spot.”

I push the panties to the side and start to circle Greg’s hole with my index finger. He is pushing back into me and trying to get me to push it into him. But I haven’t finished winding him up yet.

“I’m not going to touch your cock, Greg. And if you do...” I take my finger away to stress my point. “Then I stop.”

“No master, please master,” Greg is begging, shaking with the difficulty to control himself. He wants it. Badly.

I gently push a finger forward and Greg sighs with relief as it slips into his tight ass. I gently move it forward and back, not hard or fast enough for Greg, but I am in control and he has to take whatever I do to him.

“Please master, another.”

I make him wait for a second finger, using my index finger to find that delicious bundle of nerves before I do. I gently rub the nub inside him and he screams and his internal muscles clamp down on my finger.

“Is that good, Greg?” I do it again and he screams, all the muscles in his body going tense, his cock twitching. “Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes, please, please.” I start to remove my finger and he takes the hint. “M...m...master...yes please...master.” He is choking out the words, burning with lust and need.

I slip in a second finger and both return to the bundle of nerves, sweeping over it in agonizingly slow circles. Greg is a mess beneath me. I can see a damp patch is the panties and his fingers are twitching and digging into the covers, fighting the urge to reach for his cock and stroke himself to release.

“Do you want a third, Greg? Do you want me to fill you, stretch you? You’ll never fit my cock in you if I don’t.”

“Master, I want your...cock in me...please.”

“Not yet, Greg. First, you need to be taught a lesson.”

I slip a third finger in, carefully stretching and scissoring. Then I remove my fingers and place the tip of the vibrator at his entrance, applying just a bit of pressure so he knows what is coming next.

“Please, master.” His begging has become desperate.

I start to push the tip of the vibrator oh so slowly into his waiting ass, twisting gently as I do. Greg tries to thrust back onto it, so I pick up the paddle and smack his ass cheek again. He throws his head back and screams in pleasure.

“Yes! Master, please, put it in.”

“Don’t move Greg, or I’m tying you to the bed and leaving you there.”

He immediately goes completely still apart from the shuddering of his shoulders as he draws in slow, agonising breaths. I start to push the vibrator in, an inch at a time, twisting it as I do. When it is all the way in, Greg is babbling incoherently. I recognise the odd dirty word in English and Norwegian, as well as quite a few I’m sure are dirty but I haven’t been taught. With the red vibrator buried deep in his tight ass, I turn it on to full.

Greg immediately grips the sheets as hard as he can and cries out, arching his back to angle his hips so he gets more stimulation just where he wants it. He is moaning and gasping for breath as I start to twist the vibrator over his prostate, changing the setting to a steady, pulsing rhythm. Greg is sweating and his hand keeps leaving the bed and moving towards his cock, only to drop back to the bed at the last minute.

“What’s the matter, Greg? Does it feel good?”

“T...too ...ah....too good....m...m...oh shit...master.” He shudders and his breath hitches, a deep moan escaping his moist and parted lips. I give the vibrator another twist. “Please...master let...oh, yes, yes...let me touch...myself.”

“No, Greg. You need to learn a lesson.”

He lets out an agonised wail, followed by another moan of pleasure. I watch him carefully, sensing his demeanour change. He is still moaning and panting, but he is concentrating more, his head hanging down, his muttering now just a movement of his lips.

“What’s the matter, Greg? You getting close?”

“Fuck yes.” I twist the vibrator brutally, forcing its tip against his sweet spot. “Aaaagggghhhhh!” He pants heavily. “Can I...c...cum...please...m...master?”

“Not yet, Greg. You have to hold it.” His whole body tenses and his grip on the sheets tightens, his knuckles going white.

“I...can’t....oh, yes....oh....master.”

“Really?”

All I get in reply is another moan and Greg’s ass thrusts back as far as possible onto the red piece of plastic. I pull it out straight away only to hear Greg groan in annoyance. I can’t help the smile that graces my lips.

“On your back. Now.”

Greg rolls over, laying on his back panting and giving me the puppy dog eyes. I reach up and tug down the panties, pulling them off roughly and throwing them to the floor. They have a large wet patch on the front.

“Get to the head of the bed. Get your head on the pillows.”

He shuffles up the bed and I pick up the four pieces of ribbon he laid out earlier. I crawl on top of him, laying my body against his, kissing him on the neck, then on the jaw, then placing my mouth against his. His hot, sweet mouth opens instantly and I push my tongue in while letting my fingers drop back to his ass. I slip all three in, which is no problem as the vibrator has just been in there. While I twist them I let our tongues play, massaging, tasting, teasing. Then I begin to thrust my fingers in and out of his ass and thrust my tongue in and out of his mouth in the same rhythm. Greg wraps his arms around me, pulling me as tight as he can and bucking his hips into mine, rubbing our aching dicks together. I push my fingers in as far as they will go and brush his prostate, getting a small bite to my lip and a moan into my mouth for my actions. I play along for a while, feeling him begin to tense under me again before I pull my fingers out and sit on my knees straddling his hips, forcing his arms to drop back by his sides.

I smile at him and he lays on his back gasping, flushed, oh so aroused and beautiful. It would only take a few strokes now to tip him over into the climax of his life. And he knows I know that. But he also knows that that’s not going to happen.

I grab his left arm, pulling it to the headboard and securing it with a ribbon. Once it is firmly attached I repeat the action with his right arm. He is now on his back with both arms tied to the headboard. He can’t touch himself now no matter what I do to him or how much he needs to. I spend a few seconds grinding my crotch agonizingly slowly onto his before I slide down his legs and gently pick up his right foot. I tie it to the foot of the bed, making sure that when I attach the other foot his legs are far enough apart for me to continue my sweet torture. I quickly complete the task with his right foot before climbing off the bed and standing at the side where he can see me.

I slowly unbutton my shirt, rubbing my nipples as it falls to the floor. When they are hard nubs, I pinch them gently, letting moans and curse words escape my lips. It feels good. So, so good. Next I head for my pants, my cock peeking from the front, hard and needy. I push them down, stepping out of them and my boxers before taking a step nearer to the bed. Then I wrap a hand around my cock and begin to tug it gently. Greg can’t take his eyes off me, his mouth is practically watering. I stop tugging and rub my thumb around the tip, the precum easing its path. I thrust into my hand, unable to contain the pleasure. I can feel heat rush up my chest and face.

I stop what I’m doing before I lose control and crawl back onto the bed between Greg’s legs, taking the vibrator with me. I kneel with my head over his cock and snake my tongue out, licking the very tip, tasting him, making approving noises as, believe me, he tastes very good. Greg tries to thrust up into my mouth but he can’t move.

“P...p...please master,” he begs.

I smile up at him and swallow him whole, deep-throating and sucking as hard and fast as I can. My tongue teases the underside ridge and licks the vein. I can feel his cock starting to pulse gently. A little more and he will be desperate to cum, barely holding himself together. More desperate than he already is. His head is thrashing from side to side and he is tugging against the restraints.

I decide to make things worse for him and push the vibrator back into his hot little ass, slamming it in and out as hard and fast as I can. He is screaming and begging me to let him cum. I place a hand on his thigh. When he is about to cum, his thighs always tense and tremble and the whole point of this exercise is to drive him wild, to within an inch of his limits.

As I suck him and thrust the vibrator into that ass, the speed on full, I feel his thighs begin to tremble. I immediately pull the vibrator out and sit up on my knees removing my mouth from its delicious task.

“Master ...you are such an asshole.”

“Dear me, Greg. Just when I thought you were getting the hang of this.”

I leave him tied up and pick up the vibrator once more, I put it on slow and let it play between his legs so it is stroking his balls and that sensitive piece of skin between his ass and his sac. Next, I move it so it is sliding between his ass cheeks, rubbing over his rosy pucker as it does. He is struggling to breathe, sweating. More desperate than I have seen him in his life. And that’s saying something.

I stop what I am doing and crawl further up the bed until my erection is waving in his face. A drop of precum falls from the tip onto his lips and his tongue reaches out and licks it away. A spike of lust rushes through my body.

“If you want me to fuck you, if you want my hot, hard cock up your ass, you’re going to suck me. Right. Now.”

Greg swallows hard and I lean over him, feeling his mouth open. I slip my cock in and he lets his tongue circle the tip then slowly he swallows me in, an inch at a time. His hot, wet mouth feels so good. Watching him earlier has turned me on so much. I’ve been aching to touch myself, to feel his lips around me for too long and I know this is going to be quick.

I watch him as he sucks me, staring intensely into his molten brown eyes. My breath hisses out as he swallows with the tip in his mouth, his throat constricting around the sensitive head of my cock. He begins to hum and it’s no good, I lose my self control. I begin to fuck Greg’s mouth, letting his tongue do wonderful things to me.

“Yes...right there ...oh Jesus...that’s it...yes.” Greg is damn good at blowjobs and I know I’m not going to hold out much longer. I am fucking his mouth, desperate to pour my essence down his throat. The fact he always drinks me down is such a turn on.

“I’m...c ...close, Greg.” Greg moans approvingly and hums a lower note. I feel the vibrations travel up my cock to the base of my spine, sending shocks of white hot electricity all around my body.

”Fuck, yes...oh Sunshine...so...good.”

Once more swipe of his tongue over my tip and I am gone. I thrust forward, hard, and feel the most intense wave of pleasure as my hot cum pulses down his throat. A nuclear explosion goes off in my head making my body twitch and flush hot and cold all at once. My skin tingles, feeling impossibly tight and delicious tremors rock my body. My hands are gripping the sheets so hard I think I am going to tear them. He swallows each burst that issues from me, his eyes locked onto mine, begging for more. He looks so dirty there, my cock in his mouth and a small drop of cum escaping from between his lips.

As my climax finishes I fall down on top him, his dripping erection immediately pressing into my hip. I smile, thinking about what I am going to do next.

I lay still on him, getting my breathing back under control and waiting for the shaking of aftershocks to stop. I am panting and feel very hazy, soft around the edges. I’m well aware that Greg is hard and whimpering underneath me, but he won’t have to wait much longer. I want to fuck him. I want to bury my cock in his delicious ass so bad. I just need to get my breath, and my erection, back first.

I slide slowly down his body to his feet, untying the right foot first and then the left. Greg watches me with pleading eyes. Next I crawl slowly up the bed and untie his wrists. I take each into my hand, kissing over where the ribbon was then I slip back into role.

“On your knees.” Greg does it quickly.

“Please master, fuck me, fuck me hard. Bend me over and stick your cock up my ass.” I blush at Greg’s language but feel my cock begin to stir. “Please master, fill me. I need you, I need you to fuck me.”

Greg’s pleas have a tone of desperation and I watch as he struggles to control his hands.

“Well, I think we need to do something about those hands first.”

I pick up the handcuffs and snap one around his left wrist. I wrap the cuffs over the top bar of the headboard and attach his right wrist to them. I place my knee between his legs and nudge them apart. I lean over him, letting my fingers find his nipples, rubbing them through the silk of his Basque. His arches into me.

“Please, master.”

I pinch one in between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, enjoying the moan and shudder this elicits from my lover. I slip my hand down to his aching cock and palm it gently, not applying any real pressure. He presses down into me, thrusting his hips gently. I let him continue for a few seconds before removing my hand. Once again he is flushed and panting, whimpering for more.

I reach for the lube again and pour a little onto his hole. It contracts slightly at the cold liquid. I place my cock in the crevice between his buttocks and begin to thrust gently. Greg throws his head back and shudders.

“Yes....yes...please master...I need more.”

I am fully hard again now and my only thought is the tight hole facing me and the throbbing cock between Greg’s legs. He has been tortured enough for tonight.

I place the tip of my cock at his entrance and apply a tiny bit of pressure, feeling him begin to stretch against me. Greg pushes back, desperate for more. I let the head of my dick slip past the ring of muscles, feeling them trying to pull me deeper inside him. I stop, giving him a chance to adjust.

“More, please master. Push it all the way in.”

I can’t resist Greg’s pleading and bury myself up to the hilt in one long thrust. Greg clenches around me, his body shuddering and his breath escaping as a hiss.

“How do you want it Greg? Slow and gentle?” I thrust into him so slowly and then out again, my hands rubbing his buttocks. “Or hard and fast?” I pump into him with all I can give, my hand snaking down to wrap around his cock and give it two fast pumps. I can feel my cock hit his sweet spot and let my thumb circle his tip.

“H...hard master. Hard and...fast.”

“As you wish.”

I wrap my fist tightly around his cock and begin to stroke him, tugging as fast as I can but still carefully enough not to hurt him. I know Greg’s limits. I am pounding his ass, letting my cock slide in and out as fast as it can. My balls are hitting his ass, the room a symphony of moans, muttered curse words and the slapping of skin on skin.

“Christ...you feel so good...your ass is so tight...around my cock...God Greg...perfect...so good.”

Greg is long beyond speech, incoherent mumbles and screams of pleasure are all that is coming from his mouth. I can already feel all his muscles tensing up and this time I am going to let him cum when he’s ready. I don’t want to leave him in the position he is in for too long. He is on his knees but as his hands are attached to the headboard he is leaning forward. Almost at a ninety degree angle at the waist. And besides anything else, he has already given me one orgasm and I couldn’t have lasted as long as Greg has without exploding.

“Need...need to...please master...have to cum.” Greg manages to force out the sentence before his whole body begins to shudder, he is tense, his muscles tight under my fingers. He is fighting his orgasm until I give him permission to let it wash over him.

“Cum for me, Greg.” I grip his cock tighter, giving him the final few strokes he needs as my cock brushes his prostate.

Greg cries out, screaming my name, his muscles clamping down on me so tight it’s almost painful. He cums so hard that he coats the pillows rather than my hand like he is a teenager again. His breathing is fast as he begins to come down and his chest is heaving with the strain of catching his breath, I feel his spasms as they rock his body, small moans escaping with each one. His internal muscles are rippling, massaging me. But I’ve already come so I need just that little bit more.

Greg’s body suddenly slumps forward, trying to pitch him onto the bed so I wrap my arms under his chest and lean onto his back, supporting him as I thrust into his ass. He feels so good around me, warm and tight. My balls are pulled tight as I think about what I have just put him through and what he has done to me.

“God, Greg...you’re incredible...I love you...so much.”

He continues to shudder under me as I fuck him, each brush of his prostate bringing a whole new wave of trembling.

“Gonna cum Greg...gonna cum.” My orgasm is building. I can feel white hot sparks crawling up and down my spine and pulsing at my hole and in my cock. Greg still can’t speak and the knowledge that it was me that did that to him, made him feel so good, pushes me screaming over the edge.

“Oh Greg!” And I fill his tight ass with cum.

I lean over him, panting for a few seconds before I realise that I am no longer supporting Greg and in fact I’m now leaning on him and the only support he has are the handcuffs attaching his wrists to the bed.

“Shit Greg! I’m sorry!” I pull out of him and rush to the head of the bed, undoing the handcuffs and pulling him into my arms. I cradle him gently. He has a dazed but satisfied look on his face.

“So good, Nicky,” he mumbles.

His eyes are fluttering, barely managing to stay open. I can feel my cum trickling down his legs and onto mine.

“How’s about we get some sleep? I think after that you deserve to catch up on your sleep so you can work up the energy to fuck me, Sunshine.”

Greg’s eyes fly open and his mouth drops. He looks down at his cock and smiles before yawning.

“Think that may have to wait a while, Nicky.” And he begins to laugh.

Soon Greg’s breathing becomes slow and rhythmic and he curls up in my arms. I pull the covers over us and smile. I know that sometimes his kinkiness can freak me out, but most of the time, hell, it’s the best sex on Earth.

I always thought I was lace. Turns out I might be leather after all...