Title: Experiments on the Twisted Side # 3: The
Surprise
Author: Pita Patter. Comments at [email protected]
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Category: Drama, Romance, AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: B/D, angst
Notes: This story is set on the Twisted Side Universe. You might want to check
out Experiments
on the Twisted Side #1: Who is the Boss? and Experiments on the
Twisted Side #2: From Now On. But you don't have to read them to understand
this.
Comments: Thanks to Rushlight for the wonderful beta job. The remaining mistakes
come from my lame and twisted brain.
Summary: Master Ray prepares a surprise for Benny. But he may have one himself.
Detective Ray Vecchio looked around the bedroom, satisfied. It had been a race against the clock, but it had been well worth it. He had finished everything before his lover came back from his business trip to Canada. Ray had taken full advantage of the time on the preparations. Every modification met his expectations and his high standards. Ray hoped Benny like the changes, too. He couldn't wait to see Benny's face when he saw the surprise he'd made just for him.
Ray
left for work, but he could hardly wait to be back and get his surprise ready
for his Benny.
Oh,
yeah.
* * *
Constable
Benton Fraser entered his apartment, already knowing there would be no one
inside. Ray would be working by that hour of the day. He took the first plane
from Ottawa to Chicago to surprise Ray when he came back home. He had plans to
surprise him with a romantic dinner for them.
Fraser
unpacked quickly, showered and changed in tight jeans and a light blue shirt
that he knew would make Ray drool. That, combined with an absence of four days
and the right atmosphere, would be enough to make the romantic dinner a very
quick one. Fraser smiled in anticipation.
Almost
done and already thinking on ingredients to a pasta puttanesca, Fraser almost
missed a different shadow on the bedroom floor. It was coming from under the
bed. Intrigued, Fraser squatted and looked under there, seeing his father's
trunk. He frowned. That was not the trunk's place. They kept Bob Fraser's trunk
in the other bedroom, along with some other things, mainly their... playthings.
Fraser
still blushed to think about the sort of activity they carried on that room,
but he'd never felt happier in his life. This new level of his relationship
with Ray made him feel even more connected with his lover and more complete,
more at peace with himself than he could remember. He was all Ray's, in every
sense, and he knew that Ray was all his, too.
Together,
in deep commitment to each other, they experimented with the new dimensions of
the world of leather and chains between consenting adults. They conducted those
tests in that second bedroom, where they had a modest mattress and Bob Fraser's
old trunk. It was really an empty room. But now the trunk was in the master
bedroom. Ray must have moved it while Fraser was gone. Why was that? Fraser was
intrigued.
The
door to the room was ajar, so Fraser pushed it gently. The room was dark inside
and when he turned on the lights, Fraser gaped. His breath hitched as he took
in everything that his eyes were showing him. Paradise couldn't begin to
describe it.
The
mattress, formerly just lying on the floor, now was in a beautiful wooden king
size bed with four posts. To its left, a small nightstand held various types of
lubes and butt plugs. To its right, an identical nightstand held small chains,
paddles, whips and flogs. Fraser realised that some of the items were, er,
spanking new.
Fraser
suddenly stepped inside and looked around. The walls had been soundproofed. The
lighting was different. There were lamps and spotlights obviously held for
different purposes. Very curious.
Checking
the lamps he saw a strange beam on the ceiling. It was linked to a series of
hooks and chains and mechanisms and cog-wheels and leather parts. Then he
figured out that that was a device to hoist up an adult, probably a cuffed one.
Fraser's heart raced to imagine himself in that.
Another
strange piece of furniture was what it looked like a jumping horse for an
Olympic athlete. For a sexual athlete, though, it meant something quite
different. Fraser checked the cuffs for wrists and ankles and confirmed his
suspicions: it was a "horse". He saw the tiny hooks, where the chains
could be attached, and it was hard not to picture himself in it: hooked up,
bent, ass and back exposed, waiting, begging silently for Ray to warm him up.
If
he had problems breathing before then, it was getting even harder now.
There
was a small dresser, no doubt for the everyday necessities: masks, dildos,
chains, leather things, maybe red velvet for romantic days, perfumed oils...
Oh, the sky was the limit when Ray was involved. He was the best Master ever!
In
reverence, Fraser approached the piece-de-resistance. Tall and strong, defying
and regal in all its glory, there stood in his playroom, a St. Andrew's cross.
Formerly an instrument to bring pain and fear, now it bestowed discipline and
willing submission between loving partners.
The
unit before Fraser was one of the best he had seen. Made entirely of oak wood,
it was could spin and could also hold a prisoner spread-eagle by wrists and
ankles with leather cuffs hooked to the wood by strong, adaptable chains. The
cross could be spun to hold the captive upside down, too.
It
was such a sophisticated model that the captive could be bound face down
without suffocating because it had a window for his face. A similar hole
prevented his cock from crushing. When tied on his back, a hole was open at his
ass so his Master could enjoy him anally.
Paradise,
indeed.
Fraser
was breathing hard from just imagining the things he could be doing in that
room. He left for his trip with a simple, humble playroom and he came back to a
pleasure palace. He began to feel dizzy. Panting, sweating, he let himself fall
onto the bed.
His
cock was so hard it ached, so he unzipped his tight jeans and sighed, feeling
relieved. His forehead was glistening and sweat was pooling at the small of his
back, too. He took of his shirt and put it on the bed. Only then did he notice
the pair of cuffs lying by the side.
Fraser
picked them up carefully because they were very different from the ones he
usually wore. It had velvet on the inside lining and black shiny coating on the
outside. The most beautiful pair that Fraser had ever seen, and he couldn't
resist on trying them on.
A
shiver ran up and down his whole body when he felt the softness of the velvet
encased in the firmness of the cold metal, knowing both of them were able to
restrain his movements. He felt goosebumps all over him when he saw his pale
skin outlined against the cold black metal. Fraser was also thrilled to know
that all that power was Ray's, to use on him, and that he, Fraser, was also
Ray's.
Fraser
closed his eyes and opened his arms, simulating his position in bondage,
resting his head in the headboard, trying to picture all the things his Master
would do to his body when - ouch!
His
cuffed hand found a sharp object and he started. Fraser wasn’t injured but he
leant to take a closer look.
By
the side of the headboard, there was a small hook. It was painted in the same
colour of the wooden bed, hidden like a treasured secret. Fraser tested the
hook. Strong. Certainly strong enough to hold him down.
His
excitement grew when he pictured himself chained to the bed, and Ray mastering
him to other things. Once more, Fraser's insatiable curiosity couldn't resist
the temptation of trying to see if the cuffs would fit the hook without the
chain.
It
was a bit of a trouble, because he had to squirm, and writhe, and wriggle, but
the metal finally intertwined with the hook. He was thrilled at what he saw. In
one end, his bound hand; at the other end of the cuff, the hook. And there he
was, tied to the bed. He closed his eyes and reviewed his situation. He was
helpless. At the mercy of his master.
There
was no emotion that felt quite like this, he thought, in a rush of endorphins.
Click.
Except
for that quiet, terrifying sound.
*Oh,
dear. I'm trapped.*
Benny
was *really* cuffed to the bed by his
left hand. He looked around frantically, searching for the keys. He couldn't
find them. Of course. Master Ray was not one to leave keys lying around.
And
suddenly, it was all clear to Benny.
The
cuffs were lying on the bed for a reason. Master Ray wouldn't leave them just
like that. He had to have some plan. Hence, Benny had just meddled the Master's
plans for the evening.
*Oh, dear.*
That
he was in deep, deep trouble was a far gone conclusion.
*Punishment?*,
Benny hoped, half-excited, half-horrified.
His
heart nearly stopped in sheer terror. Ray was a good Master, but if someone
stood in his way for some reason, he could be loud, harsh and downright nasty.
Benny
tried to stay calm and find a way of getting himself out of that situation.
Maybe if he got out of that cuff, he could get out of that room and he could
explain to Ray that it was an accident. But he needed to get out of the cuff
first. Maybe if he jiggled it...
The
Canadian was so intent on his task that he never heard the room's door open.
Or
his Master step inside the room.
"You
ruined my surprise."
Benny
nearly jumped out of his skin, and looked at Ray – it was the look of the deer
caught in the headlights plus the big-eyed Mountie look. Kind of like the
Mountie that got caught in the headlights. Ray on the other hand, had his arms
crossed, and his expression was unreadable. The Italian slowly walked inside
the room, his eyes never leaving the Mountie.
Benny
was shivering. Suddenly there was no air in the room. "R-ray, I'm s-so...
so...sorry, I'm..."
"This
was my big surprise for you, Benny. I wanted to celebrate. You were doing so
well... Until now, that is."
"Oh,
Ray, please, I just thought..."
"Yeah,
Benny, you thought." Ray sighed. "That's the point, Benny. You
weren’t supposed to think."
Suddenly,
Ray looked tired. He slumped in bed, and Benny saw his beautiful chin hit his
chest. The Canadian was alarmed. "Ray, what's wrong?"
Ray
shrugged, his shoulders still slumped. "I guess it's my fault. I thought I
was a good master, Benny. I really did. I tried to be a good master to you. I
thought I was giving you discipline. You asked me to give you discipline."
"And
you are a good master. You are the best master!"
"Nah.
You don't follow simple orders from me, Benny. It's obvious you don't care for
my Mastery."
"Ray,
that's not true!" Benny was getting horrified. He wished he could hold
Ray, but the damn cuff was holding him. "Ray, please. Why are you saying
these things? I'm sorry I ruined your surprise, Ray, but it was an
accident."
"I
think it was more than an accident, Benny. If I had disciplined you correctly,
you'd be waiting for me properly, like a good little slave, and this 'accident'
would have never happened."
"But
I wanted to surprise you!" Benny squeaked. He didn't like the things Ray
was saying. "I just wanted to make a surprise for you, Ray! I love you! I
wanted to make you a surprise, that's all!"
"And
so you did." Ray sighed again. "I'm the one who has to be sorry,
Benny, because I failed you. I couldn't give you what you needed. It seems I
don't have what it takes after all. I'll turn you over to some training
sessions with Thatcher. She can help you better than I can."
"No!
No! No, please, Ray!" Benny felt tears start to rise, and he strained to
be near Ray, but the cuffs were short, and he was just this close. "I need
you! Only you!"
"You
better lose the attitude, Benny. She'll give you a hard time with your rebel
ways. And you'll stay longer with her. Is that what you want?"
"Ray,
please, don't send me to her. I can't stay away from you! Ray, *please*!"
"Sorry,
Benny. It's for the best. She'll give you what you need." Ray stood up,
announcing, "I'll pack your bag, now."
"Ray,
listen to me. Don't do this! Please, Ray, just listen to me!" Ray left the
bedroom. Benny sobbed in desperation, unable to figure out a plan, cuffed to
the bed. He heard Ray making a call and leaving a message on an answering
machine.
Ray
returned a few minutes later, and he put a bag on the bed. "I think that's
all you're going to need." He walked over to the cupboard and opened a
drawer. "Keys... keys... Ah! Here they are."
With
elaborate care, Ray went to the headboard of the bed to open the cuff. As he
was being freed, Benny stayed really quiet - like the lid of a pot of boiling
pasta, about to blow. But when he was released, he threw himself on Ray's
knees, kneeling in front of Ray and his arms circling his thighs with his arms.
"Master,
please. Please, Master, don't send me away." Half of the words were
muffled because of the sobs and the crying, and the tears, because Benny had
his cheeks in Ray's thighs. "I know I'm not worthy to ask, because I was a
bad slave, but please give me another chance, Master, please. Don't send me
away. I promise I'll do my best. Don't send me away, Master. I can't stay away
from you, Master. Don't do it, please, don't."
Ray
let him babble some more, then petted him on the head, and asked, "So you
will be a good slave?"
"Yes,
Master, I will."
"You
do realise that we’ll have to start from the beginning, don't you?"
"We
will, Master?"
The
Master took his slave's chin and looked deep inside the grey-blue eyes,
observing that they were still red from crying, and that some sobs still raked
the beautiful body. "Did you really think I was going to send you to the
Dragon Lady, my treasure? This shows that you have a lesson or two to learn
about trust in your Master."
Benny
raised his head, surprised. "You weren't going to send me away?"
"No,
Benny. But I had to show you that you had been a bad slave. You know that you
disobeyed my orders. Now I guess we'll have to start it all over again. Do you
think you can handle it, Benny? Clean slate? Total trust? Full obedience to
your Master?"
The
smile that could illuminate Canada for three years shined on Ray, "Yes,
Master."
Ray
smiled back, and wiped some stubborn tears off his slave's face, as Benny felt
the horror and tension dissipating. "This means we have a lot of work to
do. The first lesson has got to be the most elementary: you kneel all the time
in respect to your Master and you don't speak at all. Unless I say otherwise,
you are like a piece of furniture. And the second lesson is simple, too: all
you need to wear while on this house is inside that bag over there. Now go
there and change to your new uniform."
Benny
trotted happily to the bag Ray had put over the bed and to his delight saw
nothing there but a delicate leather collar with a ring attached to the back.
He could squeal with joy. He took off all his other clothing, then turned back
to his Master and allowed him to bind the collar - so he would be bound to him.
Such a symbolic gesture.
Regally,
as only a true Master would, Ray took the collar in his hand, gestured that his
property should kneel and closed the attachment, so now they were bound. The
Master's eyes closed in on the slave's, and he captured his property's lips,
sealing the new contract, to the point where they both were lacking oxygen. He
was smiling when he finally released his slave's mouth.
Benny
shuddered to feel his Master caressing his hair, and almost missed the command,
whispered in his ear. "Undress me."
Lovingly,
Benny unbuttoned his shirt and then slithered his hands under it to make it
slide sensually off his Master's chest. He covered the furry chest with kisses,
while his hands took care of the belt and pants. He knelt in front of his
Master to take off his shoes and socks and looked up at his owner as an added
sign of submission. There he finished undressing his Master and carefully took
care of his clothes. He wished he could take some time to merely admire his
Master's beauty, but it seemed that was his Master's idea, exactly.
"On
all fours. On the bed."
With
alacrity, Benny dropped to his hands and knees. The Master's supple, long
fingers travelled over the expanse of the pale, firm skin of the slave, who
shuddered in delight. all his fours, the slave hissed when the Master laved his
back with his tongue, and then took a swipe at his neck.
Gently,
as a magnanimous Master would, Ray led his slave to the bed and bound took the
delicate leather cuffs to his wrist and ankles. He also attached delicate
golden chains to the cuffs, and the chains to the hooks, so that the slave was
spread-eagle on the bed, totally open to his pleasure...
Benny
smiled at his Master, the smile of someone who wanted to give pleasure, who was
filled with love, and trust, and willingness. Ray smiled back, and pressed his
palm to his beautiful slave's cheek. Benny couldn't help but to lean into that
caress, as if wanting to prolong the touch. Ray caressed his dark hair, and
spoke with a gentle, unsuspecting voice.
"You
still need to answer for ruining my surprise, you know."
Benny
blanched.
"If
I were to inflict you pain, you would suffer a lot, and then I wouldn’t be a
good Master. I want to assure you that there can be punishment also in
pleasure, too. I want to show you some."
Benny
tried not to panic.
"I
will give you another simple command, my treasure." The Master nibbled his
ear playfully. "All I want you to do is not to come." Benny gasped.
"Can you do that for me, my precious?" His hands slithered over
Benny's arms, enjoying the warmth and smoothness of the skin, enjoying the
quiet moan of pleasure from the slave.
The
Master bent to kiss the slave’s pectorals, laving thoroughly the firm nubs and
biting lovingly the left nipple. After applying the same treatment to the left
one, he trailed kissed over the stomach and circled the navel using his hot
tongue. Benny was trying to remember how to breathe, his legs shaking in
arousal. The Master inhaled deeply, scenting the musky aroma of his arousal,
satisfied.
Past
his navel, the Master lapped right below, very tenderly, in such a loving way
that Benny couldn't help but sigh in pleasure. Yes, he realised there was
torture in pleasure. And the Master kept going lower, lower.
The
Master changed the route and went to the creamy thighs, the sensuous kisses
making Benny absolutely crazy. The poor slave was having a hard time obeying
his Master as he tried not to climax. But it was hard - almost as hard as his
cock, leaking profusely.
Hovering
above him, the Master made it a point to observe his slave's cock up and close.
It was really hard, taut - it probably ached. He licked the tip, and Benny
jumped reflexively. On impulse, the Master engulfed his whole cock, relishing
in its taste. The slave writhed, and the Master sucked greedily. The slave felt
the glorious end nearing. Oh, no. Oh, boy. He had his orders. He couldn't come.
Oh, dear. But if the Master kept swirling his tongue like that... Oh, oh!
Suddenly,
the Master released Benny’s cock and unbuckled the chains, to order, "Face
down."
A
bit dizzy, not quite totally recovered, the slave lay on his stomach.
"Hands and knees." Somehow, his cramping muscles complained to obey,
but he did.
His
Master left the bed and closed the door. Then he opened a drawer of the small
dresser and retrieved a delicate golden chain. He also took a tube of lube from
the left nightstand to prepare himself to enjoy his slave thoroughly.
The
master poured a bit of scented oil in his hand and greased his slave's back.
Benny writhed in delight. "Mine..." Ray kissed the nape of his
slave's neck and licked the collar, the hands still on the back, spreading the
oil, the smell of roses all over the room. Benny squirmed in pleasure, the
sensual touch making his body come alive. In the quiet room, the sounds of
flesh against flesh, soft moans and occasional gasps were interrupted by a soft
click. Ray tugged the chain, and the slave raised his head, hissing in pleasure
mixed with surprise.
Ray
spoke directly into his ear, his command soft and ominous. "I want you to
watch me prepare myself to take you. I'll issue more orders. Are you sure that
you are up to more orders, my slave? I don't want to give you more than you can
chew."
Benny
was so excited and the chain was so tight that his voice was a whisper. "I
want to please you, Master."
"Good
boy." The master relaxed the chain. "Look at me."
The
Master climbed up the bed and took the tube of lube in his hands. With hungry
eyes, Benny followed his every move. The Master poured a generous amount of
lube on his fingers and began to smear iy on his cock. The sight made Benny's
eyes grow wide and his mouth go dry.
"Now
comes the part I really enjoy. The door is soundproofed, and I'll allow you to
scream. Not to beg, just to scream and make noises when the pleasure is too
much for you. Because now I'll touch you and I'll talk to you. Sometimes I think
we don't talk too much when we make love. So now I'll improve our
communication. I'm gonna do some dirty talking."
The
Master stood up and circled him. "And don't you dare come."
The
slave almost yelped when a greased finger went inside him without warning. His
erection waned a little, just to revive with three times the former enthusiasm.
The Master began to rotate and probe the finger, and to whisper sensually.
"Oh, my pretty, you have such a tight ass. Feel it swallowing my finger,
hungry for more, hungry for what I have to give. Oh, I'll give you more, don't
worry. I can hardly wait to sink myself in this tight ass of yours and claim
what is mine. This body is all mine, Benny, mine to do as I please."
A
second finger was inserted, and Benny moaned in pleasure, his hips moving
towards the delicious pleasure. Without taking his fingers off, Ray began
nibbling the firm buttocks then laving the skin that tasted of rose oil.
"You skin is so soft and warm and I think it’s so sensitive it reacts to
my words. I know that you react to my words. And to my fingers inside you. Do
you think they’ve reached that special spot inside you, Benny? The one that
makes you scream? That one that makes you screech so high it hurts your
throat?" He began fingerfucking him in earnest. Benny was shaking, his
whole body tense as he avoided his orgasm. "Oh, poor Benny. Too bad you
can't come," mocked Ray. "You’re learning that punishment with
pleasure can be as bad as punishment with pain."
In a
swift movement, Ray took away his fingers and rammed his huge cock all the way
inside his slave. Benny shrieked, his eyes blinding with the pleasure of the
movement. If the room was not soundproofed, it was quite possible that the cops
would have come.
And
the Master began to pound on the eager Mountie, who squirmed, trying not to
climax, tears streaming from his eyes. Even so, even panting, his balls
slapping in Benny's asscheeks Ray still chanted, "Oh, Benny, this is so
good! Liquid fire in my veins, my slave! Your ass feels so good, so hungry for
me! That's a good slave! One that satisfies his Master! Now give me all you
got! This is Paradise! Take me there! Oh, Benny!"
Ray
couldn't last long, so in a matter of minutes, he grabbed his slave's hips and
changed the angle of penetration and spent himself inside his slave. Squinting
his eyes, he squeezed his slave's skin and that would certainly leave bruises,
but the explosion he experienced was glorious as he had few times before in his
life. Panting, he let go of the chain in Benny's collar, and rolled over to lie
on the bed and recover his breath. Benny didn't move to change his position. He
was not given any order to move and he was much too afraid that if he moved a
muscle he might spill his seed and anger his Master. For a few minutes, the
only sound inside the playroom was heavy breathing.
So
the slave stood still, panting, covered in sweat, tears streaming steadily from
his eyes, his legs and arms threatening to give away. Benny couldn't even think
straight. There were two main things on his mind. One, he needed to obey his
Master. Two, he needed to come. Too bad his Master had ordered him *not* to come. Ray could make him stay
all night without climaxing. His Master was not cruel, but Benny had been a bad
slave. He had ruined the Master's surprise, then did not trust him, in a series
of breaches of command. Ray was more than in his right to give him the
punishment he saw most fit.
And
he'd take it.
After
finally recovering his breath, Ray sighed, sated. That had been one of the most
satisfying orgasms he'd had in a long time. He'd got to do more of that dirty
talking. He wanted to know what Benny thought. He opened his eyes and looked to
his side.
The
sight of his slave still on his hands on knees by his side, waiting for his
orders, achingly hard, was more than endearing. Ray's heart melted. He got up,
then climbed back in bed, supporting Benny. "Come on Benny, sit down with
me."
Benny's
battered body was taken into Ray's loving arms, and the Mountie felt a balm of
relief. Ray let Benny's back rest on
his chest and spread his legs so the Canadian could fit his body in his.
All
of Benny's body was shaking. Whether it was from arousal or from pent-up
energy, he didn't know anymore. All he
knew was that his breath was hitching, his muscles ached and his cock seemed
one huge mushroom ready to explode. Ray began to nibble his neck and ear
sensually. He said softly. "You know I could make you sleep like this. I
could deny you orgasm for days. Isn't that my right? You can answer."
Benny
hardly had voice. "Y-yes, Master."
"But
you had the worst punishment of all tonight, my pretty. You really thought I
was going to send you away. And this is cruel. Enough of punishment tonight.
You can climax. More than that,” Ray made his elegant arm sneak between their
bodies and reach the rampant cock turning almost purple with so much blood.
"Let *me* make you come. Will
you let me make you come, my precious slave?"
"M-my
honour, my Master."
Ray
purred in his ear, "I can talk about how good it feels to have my cock in
your ass. Do you want to hear it, Benny?"
Shaking
even more, Benny gasped, "P-please, m-my Master."
"Oh,
my slave likes to talk dirty? You like to have my cock inside your ass, don't
you?" Ray closed his fingers on Benny's cock, making the slave jump, and
began to squeeze gently as he moved up and down, not even bothering with the
lube because there was already pre-cum all over the shaft. "Oh, Benny, you
are so tight and hot. And you are mine, all mine, to do as I please. I can ram
my big, fat cock all the way inside your cute ass, and then you clench your
butt and it's even tighter, and I go again!" Benny was already bucking,
trying to match the pumping of his hand. Ray applied vigorous strokes, faster,
faster, as faster as his words.. "And again, deep inside my little slave,
all night long, until you can't take any more. And then I go again, because
it's oh so good, Benny! Oh, so good, so good, so good! Oh, God, Benny!"
Benny
screeched like he was a trying to break a window pane with his voice as he
orgasmed. The first volley of semen was so high it hit Ray on the chin. Benny
continued to buck and spasm, spilling his milk on Ray's fingers and on his own
belly, for what seemed a long, long time. When he was done, Ray took his
slave's limp body in his arms and listened as the poor Canadian tried to
recover his breath in great gulps of air. The thoughtful, loving Master applied
small wet kisses all over Benny's body as he unlocked the cuffs from his wrists
and ankles.
He
left the collar, though, for the night was young.
The
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