The Game

DISCLAIMER/Author\'s Note: This is an original story. All characters, settings, etc. came from my own head. Please don\'t steal!



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THE GAME

Chapter Two



by lordoberon





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Simon\'s POV

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That long blonde hair fell over my shoulders, and that powerful form pressed up against me. His hands grabbed me, and my body was dragged to lie on the bed once more. I waited till he lay down on the bed next to me, and then I clambered up over him. He watched as I reached up past the folds of my skirt, and shoved down the petticoats. I moved my hand to grip the base of my cock, but he grabbed my hand and pulled it away, saying, "No." I grit my teeth in frustration as he held both my wrists in his hands, rendering me unable to touch anything.



Suddenly he whirled around and I was crushed against him again, the cold body pressed against mine, hot crotch bumping mine. He still had my wrists in his hands. He grabbed ribbons suddenly from nowhere and tied my hands up by the headboard. My arms were stretched upward. Then he moved to straddle me at the neck, and said, "Use your teeth on the zipper."



I lay there for a second and resisted. I could smell the musky scent of his arousal, and feel the heat of him throbbing above me. I whimpered as the lust filled me. He put a cloth over my eyes so I couldn\'t see, and repeated, "Use your teeth on the zipper."



I slowly pushed my lips upward until they brushed against smooth trousers, leathery and soft. I could hear Leander\'s breathing quicken as my lips slid all over his crotch, searching. I moaned as I found the apex of the crotch, where his legs met, and bit down hard purposely. Leander only moaned louder at the violence, however. Then I moved my mouth upwards. My mouth was suctioning over his crotch. I could feel the long, hard cock beneath my tongue and lips, and occasionally scraped my teeth across, making him shudder.



Finally I found the zipper, and gnawed with my teeth to get the little bit of metal into my mouth. Leander groaned loudly at this sensation. I felt my own body heat up considerably, and my cock was this throbbing, pleading thing somewhere below all this joy by my mouth. It was begging for attention now, thrusting up against the skirts that contained it.



I gnawed the zipper and then slowly yanked it down. I had to bite down really hard to get it to move, but slowly with a soft sound it went down, and then down more. I stopped when it was fully open, and continued to please Leander by moving back up to the waistband. I grabbed that cloth in my teeth too, and began to slowly pull it off of him. Eventually I could suckle at the bone of his hip, so I did this, making him squirm in anticipation. Then the trousers were down far enough, and as I kissed a hot thigh I felt the demanding length brush against me firmly.



My breath speeded up, because god, he was huge. He was just as well-endowed as I had thought when I felt his body pressing up against me. The touch of it, the width, the length, made me groan aloud. He heard me, and said, "I told you I would make you want me."



I had to tease him a little, because he made me so angry. So I nibbled at his thighs and nosed in the soft hair before I slid my tongue to the base of his cock. I could feel the cum now, hot and dripping down my cheek, my lips. I licked it up when my tongue reached the tip of his cock. Leander moaned, saying, "Good boy. Yes." I groaned as my own cock thrust even more up against the skirts, and I shifted a little in an attempt to pacify it. All that resulted was the hot brush of my thighs together, which was even more arousing.



I moved my mouth down and swallowed the balls eagerly. Leander was clenching against me as I thrust my tongue at them, sucking first one and then the other, bathing them in the wet heat of my slow, soft mouth. Then I moved my mouth to the head of his cock and sucked it in. Slowly I let my mouth sink down more over his cock, repressing the gag reflex and continuing till the tip scraped the back of my throat.



I swallowed against it and Leander groaned at the sensation. I moved my tongue softly against the underside even as my teeth scraped the topside. His moaning was so loud. I felt my own cock throb in response to his moaning, and hummed against his cock. He bucked his hips forward at this move, practically choking me. I pulled away quickly, my mouth sliding off the head with a delightful pop.



I regained my breath and took in his cock again, this time just the tip. My head nodded in a tempo as I slid my tongue all over him, and as he bucked and bucked my tempo became quicker. He cried out when I shoved my tongue up against the slit, and then I sucked even harder. Finally I felt the pressure building up in his length, and as I squeezed the swollen sac he thrust once more. Liquid shot out in quick spurts and I drank as much as I could, letting the rest drip down my chin and mouth.



A gentle hand brushed it away in a quick cleaning gesture, and then pulled away, and backwards. He slid back across my body. I gave a little scream when his ass rubbed over my cock. He had the blindfold away, and I could see the delight on his face. He pushed back, harder, and I groaned loudly as my cock became nestled between two firm, hot cheeks. He began to bounce up and down slightly on it, making me moan and squirm. I was already almost ready to shoot it. This was too much!



He continued like this, and I was calling him every swearword on earth. It felt so good! His ass was warm and soft against me. His body was larger than mine, but I wasn\'t put off by being loomed over by someone bigger. There was a kind of thrill to it. But when he teased me like this, I hated it.



Leander moved down more, and suddenly my skirts were being pulled up. I protested as his fingers brushed down over my cock, even as my body twitched violently in response. A low groan as his tongue bathed my cock in hot saliva was the only protest I could manage. Then he was sucking me and I thrust into his mouth over and over, crying out. Finally I came one final time and he swallowed it, before sliding back and sitting up again.



"You are quite delightful, Simon." Leander said this with a smirk.



I grumbled unhappily, saying in a deadpan voice, "Glad I could be of service."



He smirked at my sarcastic tone, and moved to lie down beside me on the bed. "Simon, go have a drink."



Obedient, I stood up and walked over to the table. Naked, I poured myself a glass, and then turning so he could watch me, I chugged it down. Rivulets of the drink slid down my chin and over my neck, pooling at my collarbone, or sliding down to tease my nipples. I put the glass down loudly, and then moved to walk. The room swayed, and I stopped. I stepped forward again, and the room swayed more. The drink had been really strong. Had he drugged it? Had I picked up the wrong kind of drink? Perhaps it wasn\'t what I had had last time.



I sunk to my knees, closing my eyes against the swaying room. "Get up, Simon." His voice sounded far away. I swore, pressing my palms hard against my eyelids. "Shut up."



His tone was fiercer now, but still amused. "Get up. You can do it. Crawl if you must."



The fury I felt towards him burned through the pain and the dizziness, and slowly I tried to stand. I tried so hard, but I felt like I was falling the more I stood up. I sank to the floor again, and proceeded to drag my body back to the bed.



Leander began to laugh as he watched me crawl. How amusing this was for him! I swore, and slowly scooted myself back onto the bed. He looked surprised as I scooted myself to lie down on the bed, and lay my head down on his stomach.



His laughter had stopped, and all was silent. I closed my eyes still against the slightly swaying room. A cold hand touched my forehead, and then he began to stroke my hair. I didn\'t like the implications of intimacy. Leander meant nothing to me. Perhaps he wished he did, but he didn\'t. This was nothing more than a torturous fucking of the body and the mind, for me. For him, it was probably a sick fantasy come true.



My breath got ragged as slim finger slid down my shoulder to brush a thumb roughly over my nipples, first one, then the other. Leander continued to do this, gauging my reaction. I didn\'t like him playing with me, so I decided to act out. Slowly I rolled my body over, and moved so I was crouching at his side. Then I slithered so that my body lay over his. He liked this, his grip tightening on the blankets as my body brushed against his.



I leant my head down, and slid my tongue over his ear. Then I suckled slowly at the lobe, feeling still a little dizzy, perhaps a little drunk. Strong hips thrust up against mine, encouraging. I bit at the pale neck, groaning in my own arousal as he allowed me to bite down hard on the sweet skin. My tongue followed the slope of his collarbone down, and then teasingly circled around a hard nipple. He waited with baited breath, and I made him wait long. Then, achingly slow, I slid my tongue lightly over the pink nub. He moaned, and I slid my tongue over it harder. Then I latched my mouth on it and sucked and sucked.



I moved down his body, so that my chin hovered over his navel now, and I straddled his legs. I slid my hands beneath to grope at his ass, and then decided to nibble the head of his dripping cock. Leander thrust up against me, moaning. I liked to hear him whimper when I neglected the thrusting erection, choosing instead to simply stroke round cheeks with my fingers.



I decided to leave him like that, agonized, aching, throbbing, and rolled over to lie facedown against the soft sheets.



It was a while before he started it up again. I could hear him panting, and it became a rhythm that I listened to. I started to fall asleep, although secretly the throbbing between my legs made it difficult. Suddenly a large hand was on my shoulder, and Leander turned me over. I opened my eyes and asked, "What now?"



"Go to the closet. Put on the black outfit."



I growled at another of his costume tricks. He certainly had a thing for dressing me up. Did I look like a doll? Angrily I got up from the bed, shaking the sleep away. I walked over to the closet again, and opened it up. There, in the corner, was the black outfit. I slid the trousers from the hook, and began to pull them over my legs. Halfway up, with my calves and ankles in fabric, I swore. "What the hell is this thing? I think it\'s too small for me."



"No. It will fit you. Keep pulling."



So I pulled the hardest I could, and finally got the pants on. Scathingly I looked down at them; they were as tight as could be. I could feel the leather wrinkle when I moved my legs even a little. I put my hands back, brushing over my butt. The trousers hugged it. Even worse, my cock was framed by the clothes, a lewd and jutting testament to my perverted mind, rigidly challenging the cloth to hold it.



Reluctantly I put on the rest of the outfit. Then I went to stand in front of the mirror.



A pair of boots hugged my calves, and made me taller. The trousers accentuated my every curve, and the slope of my ass. A gauzy shirt went over my chest, transparent. A collar grasped at my neck, so tight I felt my Adam\'s apple jump against it. Combined with the blood on my ear, and the dark curls of my hair, the outfit made me look quite the picture of devilry.



"Down on all fours."



Leander stood behind me. Silently I followed his command, the trousers torturously tight as I leant down, my knees and palms touching the thick rug on the floor.



I winced as strong hands grabbed my wrists, yanking me across the rug to sit in front of one of the bed posts. I swore as my knees burned at the scrape they had gotten against the rug. Leander gripped my wrists roughly, and twirled a thick twine around them. He tied a knot, and then I realized he was attaching the other end of the rope to the bedpost. He told me to stand, making sure I could. In order to face outward towards the room, and not the bed, I had to twist so that my arms were above my head, my body awkwardly thrusting outward.



I watched the pale hands as they took another length of rope, and slid it under my shirt to sit over my hips. A knot was tied just beneath my navel, but there was still twine left. I grunted as Leander slowly slid the twine down, against my crotch, yanking it up between my legs so that it scraped between my legs and nestled between my cheeks.



I groaned in arousal as he yanked the twine tighter between my legs, forcing the twine between my cheeks more. By tugging he could feel that in my arousal, the muscles of my ass were tense, causing the rope to burn even more against me when my muscles clenched. Then he finished tying the twine, making a firm knot somewhere above me. I watched as he moved to stand on the bed.



Suddenly he yanked a part of the twine - somehow it was all connected. I screamed as the twine at my waist was pulled tighter, and my entire body was lifted off the ground. My body hung from the bedpost and I was like a man about to be hanged. My boots did not touch the floor, but still I kicked out furiously in an attempt to get my toes to scrape the rug. They didn\'t.



The muscles of my wrists screamed, and every movement made the twine between my legs move, scraping my skin raw and simultaneously stirring my groin to attention. The more my cock pressed against the tight pants, straining against the twine over it, the more the waist rope would tighten, making it all the more agonizing.



I was left gasping for breath, my eyes rolling back into my head at the rush of pain and pleasure, leaving me extremely aroused. Leander slid off the bed, and came to stand in front of me. I yelped as he pinched at a nipple. He laughed. Then he took a chunk of cloth - some slippery silk - and pried my mouth open. He forced the gag into my mouth, making sure I could breathe through my nose. Another length of cloth was pulled tightly around my head, covering my eyes so I couldn\'t even see.



I was furious at this game Leander was playing with me. I was furious that he was humiliating me so much, and that my body was enjoying this torture. Every movement made me wince. My wrists hurt, and I had no doubt that by the time this was over, the skin would be raw.



What hurt even more was the twine between my legs, for every moment shifted it against me, and every touch of friction brushing roughly over my cock aroused me. As I was aroused, the twine tightened, making it hurt where it was nestled between my butt cheeks, and making it hurt where it scraped my bare skin at the waist, beneath the shirt.



For a while Leander simply watched me. I was in a rage, trying to twist out of the rope, trying so hard to get out without using my powers - using them would be forfeiting the deal. My arms ached so much after trying for a while, and I could feel all the wrinkles of the trousers, as they tightened between my legs as my arousal grew. My feet were numb in the boots, and my calves bruised from kicking out and hitting the bedpost. I was practically frothing at the mouth in spluttering, hyperventilating anger.



Finally I stopped, breathing out loudly through my nose. There was a terrible ringing in my ears, and I could feel new blood slide from my wrists down my arms.



Leander smelt the blood. It was his only weakness. My shirt was suddenly ripped off of me by eager, trembling hands. A stool was pulled up for him to stand on. I felt the sting of tears but forced them to not fall, making my eyes hurt, too.



Then a soft tongue was licking up the blood from my arms, trailing over my elbow. A firm hand held my forearm, and then made me twist left so that tongue could lick at another bloody spot on my arm. I heard Leander groan in arousal as he sniffed the blood that was beneath the twine. When it was off me, I had no doubt he would lick it all up. He moved to my other arm then, and this time, as he licked, his fingers reached down to play with my nipples. I moaned at the soft, teasing touch.



Suddenly Leander was clambering on top of me. I was hanging vertically, but he had his legs hooked over my shoulders, his crotch pressed up against my face. I was surprised the twine did not break. He took the gag from my mouth, and I whimpered as his crotch rubbed over me, hard and hot and musky scented. The quiet sound of the zipper came to my ears, and then he thrust the head into my mouth.



It was hard to jerk him off in such close proximity. I couldn\'t swallow it all, so I just kept to the head, licking slowly around it in a circle, thrusting my tongue up against the slit. He moaned when I scraped my teeth against him, and I felt the soft precum slide down my chin to drip down my chest. This only aroused me more, to feel the liquid caress my hard nipples. As the weight of him on the twine made it more taut, it rubbed against my crotch even more.



I was sobbing in need even as I tried to keep my wits about me and suck his cock. I sucked slowly, my lips trembling as the twine slid more against my cock. Then I sucked harder, venting out my anger and the wild energy that filled me. Leander was loud, making all sorts of sounds as I sucked at him, and then finally he came, and I was commanded to drink it all. Slowly I gulped the thick liquid, the collar scraping my Adam\'s apple with every swallow. The collar left indentations in my skin. I could feel my neck begin to bleed as I swallowed the last of Leander\'s pleasure.



Finally he slid off my body, and I sighed as the tension on the twine relaxed with only my weight to hold now. I itched to have a mouth on my cock, or my own hands, and purposely pulled downwards so the twine could rub harder at my erection.



Leander was in front of me. I could smell his scent - lavender and death and wine. He growled as I tried to pull away from him. Strong hands went around my waist and held me still as that soft, hot tongue licked the blood from the spots on my neck where the collar had dug into it.



He licked at my nipples, making me moan. He was licking up what I had let fall earlier. Suddenly he reached around me, and the twine around my waist was loosened. I gasped in relief as those hands slid it down a little, so that it did not press so at all the places where it tortured me most.



But then a hand was over my crotch. I gasped as Leander\'s fingers slid up and down the length. I was so far gone now. I tried to hold it back, but it was impossible. His fingers cupped at my crotch once more, pressing, and I came, panting as I spilled and spilled and spilled. Then the twine was hooked up again.



Leander leaned down to whisper in my ear, "I want you to lick every part of my body." I didn\'t like hearing this; it reminded me too much of something Jesse had once said to me. Rid of the ball gag, I said with a sore mouth, "How do I do that when I\'m tied like this?"



Leander laughed. "You\'ll have to move to reach every inch of me."



And suddenly there he was, his face in front of mine. Tentatively I slid my tongue out, and licked his forehead. He moved as I worked downward, sliding my tongue down the bridge of his nose, then across his cheeks, then back down. He liked it when I slid my tongue across his lips, and made me linger there while he touched his tongue against mine. Then he was moving around me, and I was forced to turn in my bindings to get at his neck.



He groaned as I bit harshly, saying, "See? You would make a lovely vampire." Then he was behind me, and I grunted as rough hands fondled my ass. The twine was driving me crazy again as I moved, and I could feel my cock already stirring for action again.



Now Leander was on my right. I pulled myself up a little, bending my wrists, and licked his shoulders, and he moved to allow me to get to his arms. He moaned as I sucked at his fingertips, saying, "You cannot imagine how beautiful you look like this."



Then I was licking his torso, and his back. Suddenly he moved away from me, preventing me from touching him. I leaned forward, the twine pressing against my hungry cock and rubbing between the cheeks over and over as I tried to lean forward more than the twine let me.



I was sobbing and hard again, and finally I gave in. "Leander..."



He was surprised at my use of his name. "Say my name again."



I made my voice low and throaty, lustful. "Leander..."



His voice was raspy with need "What is it?"



"P-Please...oh god, PLEASE!"



"Untie you? I don\'t think so. This is far too much fun."



"No, not untie me...s-strip me down, and, and...touch me. I, I\'m going crazy with this rope between my legs! It hurts...but it feels so good. I need your mouth..."



The air crackled with his energy. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he stood in front of me again, and when his fingers gripped hard at the twine around my waist, I could hear him gasping. He liked seeing me helpless.



"What will you do if I untie it, Simon? Give me something in return."



I moaned as his fingers cupped my cock, bouncing it in his hand. Then his thumb brushed the tip over and over, and I whimpered. I would do anything to get his mouth...he was right. He had been successful in making me want him. Was I a whore, to like this so much? Maybe I deserved to be burned, or turned into a vampire. The things he was doing to me...! I was going insane. My body was controlling my mind.



"Leander...if you untie me, and suck me off, right now - take off the blindfold, and suck me down on your knees like a whore - I\'ll, I\'ll do anything! Christ, I\'ll let you fuck me till dawn if that\'s what it takes!"



He let out his breath, and it was shaky. "Simon...Now you are mine."



"This doesn\'t forfeit our deal! When it\'s dawn, I am free from you."



"Yes. Yes. I swear it."



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Author\'s Note: Thank you for reading! Reviews much appreciated. Sorry if the dialogue is kind of crap...I\'m much more into the descriptive stuff. More coming soon!