The Jewel Lounge 8/??
Title: The Jewel Lounge[8/??]
Author:
raverbear64/fiction_on_fire
Pairing: PatrickxPeter
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Peter has been instructed to write the story of his life. How he went from an amazing childhood, to a lonely man, to the happiest he'd ever been, to loosing it all again.
Dedication: Tokate_the_great7, cuz she braved AIM for me :D
A/N: I promised a fast[ish] update. So here it is. Not my best work, but I stumbled across this idea, and I couldn’t resist. And for those of you who are wondering, the Vacbed does exist. You can check it out, along with pictures and info HERE
Previous Chapters: Chapter One//Chapter Two//Chapter Three//Chapter Four//Chapter Five//Chapter Six//Chapter Seven//
After our date at my house I started going to see Patrick more, almost every day of the week. Sure it was costly, but it was nothing that I couldn’t afford. And besides, I loved being around him. The sex, if anything got even more intense. There was the level of trust between us, which made things more exciting, more experimental. We dabbled in all sorts of role plays, including Catholic Priest/Altar Boy, Slave/Master, Teacher/School Boy, and many, many more. My favorite might have been the time we experimented with age play. Ya know the Daddy/Baby relationship? If you don’t think this is hot, than you obviously haven’t pictured Patrick purring the words “ride Daddy’s cock like a good little boy…” into my ear. Fuck, just thinking about it gets me worked up. Of course we experimented with other things too. Bondage, pain, breath play [Choking? Limiting air supply as you orgasm? It makes it about a thousand times more intense.], we added different toys, tried different positions, enough to make the thousand dollars it cost me each time more than worth it.
Walking into the Lounge one night, I was particularly excited. The night before Patrick had promised me an extra special treat. He told me that the Lounge had just gotten one for each of the diamond boys, and they were being delivered the next day. He said we’d be the first to play with his, but he wouldn’t tell me what it was. As I waited at the bar, having already put my name in, the receptionist had my credit card all but memorized at this point, I slammed back a few shots, hoping to loosen up a bit before I saw Patrick. When the bartender told me he was ready, I made my way up to his room. He sat on the bed, waiting for me, grinning.
“Hey.” He said, standing up, walking over and locking the door, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
“Hey.” I smiled. “So…should I be nervous? Because I sort of am.”
“Do you trust me?” He asked, winking.
“Of course.”
”Then no need to worry.” He whispered, kissing me again, wrapping his arms around my neck. When he pulled back he handed me a black tube. It was about a five or six inches long and maybe three or four inches thick. He told me to put it in my mouth, and breathe through it. I did, looking at him quizzically.
“Good.” He smirked, nodding a bit. “Now, just in case, pick a safe word, and practice saying it through the tube a few times.
I nodded, thinking quickly looking around the room. “Pine tree.” I said, putting the tube back in my mouth, trying to speak the word through the tube. It came out rather muffled, but with a bit more practice it got clearer.
Patrick nodded, smiling a bit. “Now…take off your clothes and I’ll show you what we’re doing.”
I laughed at how forward he was, quickly tugging my clothes off, standing in front of him naked. He kissed my neck a few times before pulling me towards the bed, letting me look down at the device lying on top of it. It was a frame, made out of small pipes. It was big, maybe six feet tall, and four or five feet wide. Covering the frame was a black sheet made out of latex. It covered both sides, and zipped at the bottom, around a small tube sticking from one corner.
“Patrick…what is this?” I asked, looking back at him.
He smirked shrugging a bit. “Get in, lay on your back, keep your arms and legs spread, keep your eyes shut, and be careful not to tear it.”
I took in a deep breath, nodding as I shimmied my way into the bag. He took the breathing tube and stuck it in the hole that lined up with my mouth, instructing me to clamp down on it, and breath a few times, making sure it was okay. I nodded slightly and he smiled.
“Alright.” He said. “Gonna zip you up now.” I heard the zipper and sighed quietly, quickly getting used to the cramped space, as I was no foreigner to bondage. Then I heard something that troubled me. Patrick had switched on a quiet vacuum, and all of the sudden I felt the latex tightening around my body. Ohmygod. I thought as it got tighter and tighter, until no air was left in the bag, and I was completely immobilized. I sucked a few breaths through the tube, moaning quietly as I tried to move, finding it completely impossible, as the vacuum continued to suck the air out.
“Comfy?” he asked quietly, crawling over my body, dragging a hand down my chest, laughing a bit as he watched me try and jerk up into his touch, failing miserably. He continued to move his hands, rubbing his thumbs lightly over my nipples, listening to me moan through the breathing tube, sucking in sharp breaths. He bent forward a bit, drawing his tongue over them lightly, then harder, biting lightly, careful not to puncture the latex as he teased me through it. I felt his tongue slide up, stopping at my neck as he sucked hard, making me moan louder shuddering a bit.
After awhile I felt him pull back, and get off the bed all together. I lay there for what felt like eternity before he I felt a dip in the bed, meaning he’d crawled back onto it. I wondered what could possibly come next, but found out all too soon, as the shocking cold set in, drawing a path over my lips. Ice. He used the cube to trace a line down over my throat and collar bone, before moving it to circle over one of my nipples, making it ache as it grew numb. I screamed through the tube as he bent forward, lapping his warm tongue over my frozen skin, pushing my hips up lightly.
“Enjoying that babe?” He purred, tracing the ice over the other nipple, giving it the same treatment before drawing it in a straight line down my stomach, circling my belly button a few times, and finally over my cock, which was growing harder by the second, no doubt clearly visible through the skin tight latex. The sensations were indescribable as he continued to freeze my skin, then warm it back up with his tongue, over and over, testing out different spots on my body, making me moan louder and louder. He stopped when he ran out of ice cubes, and it was onto the next thing.
I could barely hear the soft buzz of the vibrator over the vacuum, but as he lifted the frame up a bit, sliding it under me so that it nestled behind my balls, making the entire frame vibrate, and in conjunction all of the latex surrounding my body, I thought I might die. I let out a soft scream, my whole body tensing with pleasure, as I felt him start lapping at my length through the latex. It was too much, yet the suction was thoroughly preventing my orgasm, and he knew this. He know that his was his one opportunity to tease me in anyway he saw fit.
What happened next, I know words could never do justice too, but I’ll try my best. He took a bottle of lube, and started to smear it over my lower half, thoroughly covering my length and some of my thighs and hips as well. Then, nuzzling against my neck, moaning softly, he began rocking back and forth against me, letting me feel how hard watching me like this had made him. The things he said to me were some of the dirtiest I’d ever heard, and yet they turned me on even more. At one point, he stopped what he was doing, and reached under me, kicking the vibrator up to it’s fullest speed, before rocking faster against me, moaning into my ear, shaking a bit as he pressed his hips harder against mine.
“Oh God…Peter…” He moaned, dragging the r out much longer than it should have been, something I noticed he did when he was getting close, distorting his words, letting them turn into grunts and moans. He kept going, moaning loudly against my ear, as he continued to rock, and I felt him shake harder against me, until finally he froze, tensing completely up before shaking once, and spilling onto my hips. I screamed quietly through the tube, sucking in sharp breaths as I grew more and more desperate for my own orgasm, body shaking hard against the vibrator. Thankfully, Patrick seemed to sense this.
He slid off of the bed, and clicked off the vacuum, unzipping the bottom of the bag, helping me to crawl out. He pushed me back on the bed, letting me suck in a few breaths, before lubing up the vibrator, pushing it gently into me, taking my length into his mouth. He angled the toy directly at my prostate, making me shake and scream, my fingers tugging roughly at his hair as my hips jerked up, orgasm tearing through my body as I came hard into his mouth. He sucked until I was done, before pulling his mouth back, sliding the toy gently from me, watching as I fell back onto the bed, panting, and moaning his name over and over.
“F-fucking…fucking hell Patrick..” I gasped looking up at him.
“Did you like it?” He asked quietly, eyes sparkling.
“God yes..” I moaned softly, kissing him gently.
“Good.” He giggled, cuddling up close to me, kissing my neck and shoulders as I relaxed more against the bed.
We lay like that for awhile, both of us regaining composure and breath, kissing and touching gently.
“Love you.” I whispered quietly.
He grinned, nodding a bit. “Love you too baby.” He purred against my ear. “Same time tomorrow?” He asked.
“You can count on it.” I smiled, pecking his lips lightly. “What do you wanna do on Tuesday?” I asked quietly.
“I wanna take you out. Someplace fun. I’ll make arrangements.” He grinned.
“Alright.” I kissed him one last time before standing up, starting to pull my clothes on.
“See you tomorrow.” I smiled, kissing him one last time before walking from the room and out of the building, wondering how much it’d cost for me to own one of those latex things for myself, knowing that no matter what the price, it’d be well worth it.
Comments are love.
♥
Author:
raverbear64/fiction_on_firePairing: PatrickxPeter
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Peter has been instructed to write the story of his life. How he went from an amazing childhood, to a lonely man, to the happiest he'd ever been, to loosing it all again.
Dedication: To
kate_the_great7, cuz she braved AIM for me :DA/N: I promised a fast[ish] update. So here it is. Not my best work, but I stumbled across this idea, and I couldn’t resist. And for those of you who are wondering, the Vacbed does exist. You can check it out, along with pictures and info HERE
Previous Chapters: Chapter One//Chapter Two//Chapter Three//Chapter Four//Chapter Five//Chapter Six//Chapter Seven//
After our date at my house I started going to see Patrick more, almost every day of the week. Sure it was costly, but it was nothing that I couldn’t afford. And besides, I loved being around him. The sex, if anything got even more intense. There was the level of trust between us, which made things more exciting, more experimental. We dabbled in all sorts of role plays, including Catholic Priest/Altar Boy, Slave/Master, Teacher/School Boy, and many, many more. My favorite might have been the time we experimented with age play. Ya know the Daddy/Baby relationship? If you don’t think this is hot, than you obviously haven’t pictured Patrick purring the words “ride Daddy’s cock like a good little boy…” into my ear. Fuck, just thinking about it gets me worked up. Of course we experimented with other things too. Bondage, pain, breath play [Choking? Limiting air supply as you orgasm? It makes it about a thousand times more intense.], we added different toys, tried different positions, enough to make the thousand dollars it cost me each time more than worth it.
Walking into the Lounge one night, I was particularly excited. The night before Patrick had promised me an extra special treat. He told me that the Lounge had just gotten one for each of the diamond boys, and they were being delivered the next day. He said we’d be the first to play with his, but he wouldn’t tell me what it was. As I waited at the bar, having already put my name in, the receptionist had my credit card all but memorized at this point, I slammed back a few shots, hoping to loosen up a bit before I saw Patrick. When the bartender told me he was ready, I made my way up to his room. He sat on the bed, waiting for me, grinning.
“Hey.” He said, standing up, walking over and locking the door, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
“Hey.” I smiled. “So…should I be nervous? Because I sort of am.”
“Do you trust me?” He asked, winking.
“Of course.”
”Then no need to worry.” He whispered, kissing me again, wrapping his arms around my neck. When he pulled back he handed me a black tube. It was about a five or six inches long and maybe three or four inches thick. He told me to put it in my mouth, and breathe through it. I did, looking at him quizzically.
“Good.” He smirked, nodding a bit. “Now, just in case, pick a safe word, and practice saying it through the tube a few times.
I nodded, thinking quickly looking around the room. “Pine tree.” I said, putting the tube back in my mouth, trying to speak the word through the tube. It came out rather muffled, but with a bit more practice it got clearer.
Patrick nodded, smiling a bit. “Now…take off your clothes and I’ll show you what we’re doing.”
I laughed at how forward he was, quickly tugging my clothes off, standing in front of him naked. He kissed my neck a few times before pulling me towards the bed, letting me look down at the device lying on top of it. It was a frame, made out of small pipes. It was big, maybe six feet tall, and four or five feet wide. Covering the frame was a black sheet made out of latex. It covered both sides, and zipped at the bottom, around a small tube sticking from one corner.
“Patrick…what is this?” I asked, looking back at him.
He smirked shrugging a bit. “Get in, lay on your back, keep your arms and legs spread, keep your eyes shut, and be careful not to tear it.”
I took in a deep breath, nodding as I shimmied my way into the bag. He took the breathing tube and stuck it in the hole that lined up with my mouth, instructing me to clamp down on it, and breath a few times, making sure it was okay. I nodded slightly and he smiled.
“Alright.” He said. “Gonna zip you up now.” I heard the zipper and sighed quietly, quickly getting used to the cramped space, as I was no foreigner to bondage. Then I heard something that troubled me. Patrick had switched on a quiet vacuum, and all of the sudden I felt the latex tightening around my body. Ohmygod. I thought as it got tighter and tighter, until no air was left in the bag, and I was completely immobilized. I sucked a few breaths through the tube, moaning quietly as I tried to move, finding it completely impossible, as the vacuum continued to suck the air out.
“Comfy?” he asked quietly, crawling over my body, dragging a hand down my chest, laughing a bit as he watched me try and jerk up into his touch, failing miserably. He continued to move his hands, rubbing his thumbs lightly over my nipples, listening to me moan through the breathing tube, sucking in sharp breaths. He bent forward a bit, drawing his tongue over them lightly, then harder, biting lightly, careful not to puncture the latex as he teased me through it. I felt his tongue slide up, stopping at my neck as he sucked hard, making me moan louder shuddering a bit.
After awhile I felt him pull back, and get off the bed all together. I lay there for what felt like eternity before he I felt a dip in the bed, meaning he’d crawled back onto it. I wondered what could possibly come next, but found out all too soon, as the shocking cold set in, drawing a path over my lips. Ice. He used the cube to trace a line down over my throat and collar bone, before moving it to circle over one of my nipples, making it ache as it grew numb. I screamed through the tube as he bent forward, lapping his warm tongue over my frozen skin, pushing my hips up lightly.
“Enjoying that babe?” He purred, tracing the ice over the other nipple, giving it the same treatment before drawing it in a straight line down my stomach, circling my belly button a few times, and finally over my cock, which was growing harder by the second, no doubt clearly visible through the skin tight latex. The sensations were indescribable as he continued to freeze my skin, then warm it back up with his tongue, over and over, testing out different spots on my body, making me moan louder and louder. He stopped when he ran out of ice cubes, and it was onto the next thing.
I could barely hear the soft buzz of the vibrator over the vacuum, but as he lifted the frame up a bit, sliding it under me so that it nestled behind my balls, making the entire frame vibrate, and in conjunction all of the latex surrounding my body, I thought I might die. I let out a soft scream, my whole body tensing with pleasure, as I felt him start lapping at my length through the latex. It was too much, yet the suction was thoroughly preventing my orgasm, and he knew this. He know that his was his one opportunity to tease me in anyway he saw fit.
What happened next, I know words could never do justice too, but I’ll try my best. He took a bottle of lube, and started to smear it over my lower half, thoroughly covering my length and some of my thighs and hips as well. Then, nuzzling against my neck, moaning softly, he began rocking back and forth against me, letting me feel how hard watching me like this had made him. The things he said to me were some of the dirtiest I’d ever heard, and yet they turned me on even more. At one point, he stopped what he was doing, and reached under me, kicking the vibrator up to it’s fullest speed, before rocking faster against me, moaning into my ear, shaking a bit as he pressed his hips harder against mine.
“Oh God…Peter…” He moaned, dragging the r out much longer than it should have been, something I noticed he did when he was getting close, distorting his words, letting them turn into grunts and moans. He kept going, moaning loudly against my ear, as he continued to rock, and I felt him shake harder against me, until finally he froze, tensing completely up before shaking once, and spilling onto my hips. I screamed quietly through the tube, sucking in sharp breaths as I grew more and more desperate for my own orgasm, body shaking hard against the vibrator. Thankfully, Patrick seemed to sense this.
He slid off of the bed, and clicked off the vacuum, unzipping the bottom of the bag, helping me to crawl out. He pushed me back on the bed, letting me suck in a few breaths, before lubing up the vibrator, pushing it gently into me, taking my length into his mouth. He angled the toy directly at my prostate, making me shake and scream, my fingers tugging roughly at his hair as my hips jerked up, orgasm tearing through my body as I came hard into his mouth. He sucked until I was done, before pulling his mouth back, sliding the toy gently from me, watching as I fell back onto the bed, panting, and moaning his name over and over.
“F-fucking…fucking hell Patrick..” I gasped looking up at him.
“Did you like it?” He asked quietly, eyes sparkling.
“God yes..” I moaned softly, kissing him gently.
“Good.” He giggled, cuddling up close to me, kissing my neck and shoulders as I relaxed more against the bed.
We lay like that for awhile, both of us regaining composure and breath, kissing and touching gently.
“Love you.” I whispered quietly.
He grinned, nodding a bit. “Love you too baby.” He purred against my ear. “Same time tomorrow?” He asked.
“You can count on it.” I smiled, pecking his lips lightly. “What do you wanna do on Tuesday?” I asked quietly.
“I wanna take you out. Someplace fun. I’ll make arrangements.” He grinned.
“Alright.” I kissed him one last time before standing up, starting to pull my clothes on.
“See you tomorrow.” I smiled, kissing him one last time before walking from the room and out of the building, wondering how much it’d cost for me to own one of those latex things for myself, knowing that no matter what the price, it’d be well worth it.
Comments are love.
♥