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rainbow1907Title: Leather Ball
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rainbow1907
Fandom: Queer As Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Season 2, before Ethan
Word Count: ~ 2000
Summary: Brian and Justin go to the Leather Ball at Babylon.
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Mild kink, BDSM
Beta: Many thanks tobuckeye5 for her wonderful beta job!!! Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, no copyright infringement intended, just playing with the boys...
Feedback: Yes, please! Rena
Leather Ball
Justin stood in front of the huge mirror, regarding himself critically. A small smile played on his lips. The tight black leather pants with the lace up fly looked really great on him, no doubt about that. Even if without any underwear underneath they felt somehow weird. Not bad, mind you; he thought it actually felt very sexy. He just wasn’t used to wearing that kind of wardrobe. Black boots and a skintight, sleeveless black silk top completed the outfit.
As he stood there admiring himself, Brian came up behind him, leaned into his back and enveloped him with his arms. Their eyes met in the mirror and Brian grinned that special predatory smirk that was so typical for him.
“You look hot, Sunshine… I’d fuck you.”
Justin’s pale skin took on a rosy flush and his pants got uncomfortably tight. “You… you too, Brian.”
And it was true, Brian looked incredible, certainly good enough to eat. Justin’s eyes greedily took in the mouthwatering sight. Brian wore the same kind of leather pants and boots as Justin, but the black leather vest he had on left most of his smooth golden chest exposed. And whereas Justin’s arms were left bare, his were encircled by matching leather wrist cuffs.
“Of course.” Brian smirked at him. “But in your dreams, little boy… Okay then, what are we waiting for? Are you ready for a night of fun and games at the Leather Ball at Babylon?”
“Yes, let’s go already!” Justin nodded enthusiastically. In truth, he had been ready for ages and just waiting for his vain lover to finish his primping.
Brian picked up his wallet and keys from the counter, grasped Justin’s wrist and they headed out.
Babylon was filled to bursting and the dance floor was packed with leather clad guys in various stages of undress. Justin stood on the catwalk and enjoyed the view. There was so much to see… leather daddies, guys wearing chaps or harnesses and not much else, subs being led around on leashes by their Doms, guys carrying whips, paddles or other mysterious implements on their belts… To one side of the dance floor they had erected a stage and there’d be kinky shows all night long. Justin stared in fascination at the St. Andrew’s cross, gulping nervously. His mouth was suddenly very dry. He had never seen anything like that before.
Brian came up the stairs with two beer bottles in his hands and joined him at the rail.
“Thanks.” Justin took the offered bottle and drank thirstily. Then he grinned somewhat sheepishly at Brian.
“That’s so exciting! They said the first show will start in a couple of minutes. I’m really curious.”
Brian pushed his tongue into his cheek and smirked at him.
“I know. It’ll be Master Eric and his sub Kyle. I’ve seen their shows before, they’re actually quite okay. They’re in the lifestyle and have been doing demonstrations like this for years. You’re in for a treat, Sunshine. Just wait and see. Let’s just hope it won’t be too much for you and offend your delicate sensibilities.”
“Delicate sensibilities, my ass,” Justin shot back cheekily and laughed. “You know I’m no shrinking violet.”
At that moment the thumpa-thumpa of the dance music faded, the lights on the dance floor dimmed and spots of blue light directed on the stage. A hush of anticipation went through the whole club.
Justin shivered and leaned closer to Brian who stepped behind him and put his arms over Justin’s shoulders.
At first nothing happened, then two men stepped up on the raised platform, one walking closely behind the other in perfectly synchronized movements. The first man, a tall and well-muscled brunet, carried several implements in his hands. When he stopped to lay them down on a padded bench, the considerably smaller, fair-haired second man immediately went down on his knees right behind him and lowered his head.
Justin carefully studied the scene. It was obvious which of the men was the Dom, Master Eric, and which the sub, Kyle. It appeared equally obvious to him that the two men were in some kind of committed relationship and well attuned to each other. And they looked hot. Master Eric wore black leather pants, combat boots and thick silver-studded wrist cuffs. His sub wore beautiful leather chaps and what appeared to be a leather jock-strap, boots and a heavy looking studded leather collar, all in black too.
He watched as the Dom turned to his sub and spoke to him. Justin couldn’t hear the words but the body language spoke of a command. His guess seemed to be true because Kyle rose gracefully and went over to the St. Andrew’s cross, waiting calmly until his Dom followed him there. The Dom spoke another command and Kyle lifted first his right, then his left arm and Master Eric shackled both wrists into the thick leather cuffs at the top of the cross. Next he fastened Kyle’s ankles into the bands at the bottom of the cross. Justin couldn’t believe how strongly this affected him. His breath stuttered and his heart rate accelerated. A light sheen of sweat broke out on his face. That was really something else. His first time ever to witness a BDSM demonstration. Last of all, Master Eric wound a thick black leather belt around Kyle’s waist. The Master once more checked all the cuffs, then he leaned into his sub, gently caressing his back and Justin saw him whispering into Kyle’s ear. The whole scene looked curiously intimate and Justin felt like a voyeur as he watched in fascination how Kyle’s whole body seemed to relax and melt into the much bigger man’s embrace.
Unconsciously Justin’s own body molded itself into Brian’s embrace and he exhaled slowly, very much enjoying the feeling of warmth as the heat of Brian’s body gradually seeped into his back. After a while, his breath evened out.
“Watch.” Brian bent down to whisper into is ear. “They are so hot.”
Justin swallowed and nodded. He thought they were beautiful together. He saw their embrace and sensed a feeling of closeness and trust. It spoke to him of commitment and… love.
The moment passed. Master Eric turned away to pick up –
“That’s a flogger,” Brian said.
Justin nervously licked his lips and waited, not really knowing what to expect but strangely aroused. He startled when the first stroke fell and the Dom set up a regular pattern of strokes, equally spread over his sub’s whole back and down to his buttocks. Justin observed in rapt fascination how, after a while, the sub’s back took on a reddish hue. He was completely enthralled and unable to look away. This was incredible.
He pressed closer to the rail and felt Brian push more aggressively into his back, forcing him even closer to the edge of the catwalk. They fit perfectly together. Brian closed his hands over Justin’s and laced their fingers together, effectively shackling him to the rail of the catwalk. But his aggressiveness didn’t feel threatening to Justin. No, it made him feel safe. A slight shiver ran down his spine and he moaned softly.
Meanwhile, on the stage, Master Eric had stopped with the flogging and was once more speaking to his sub. He seemed to have asked something because Justin saw Kyle give a nod of confirmation. The Dom pressed his whole body into his sub, then turned away and went over to the padded bench to pick up a smaller implement, its shape long and slender.
“That’s a crop,” Brian explained, his voice rough from excitement and breathing heavily in Justin’s ear. “It can have a lot more impact than a flogger when properly used.”
At that moment the first stroke hit and the sub groaned. Justin shivered and swallowed convulsively. The crop made a slight whooshing noise and a distinct thud when it hit the flesh. Once again the Master set up a regular, although slower, pattern of strokes. Kyle’s moans and cries became more vocal and then, while Justin was watching, it looked as if his whole body let go of his tension.
Brian ground his hard-on into Justin’s lower back and continued to whisper hoarsely to him.
“Look at them. They look so hot together… Can you imagine me doing that to you? How it would feel to be bound and helpless?”
Justin wasn’t able to do more than barely nod and groan out a breathless “Yesssss.”
“God, Justin, you would be so sexy… so hot… giving yourself over to me completely. Doing it for me and for me only. Maybe I’d choose to blindfold you…”
Justin trembled and panted softly.
“You’d depend on me with all your senses. Think about that flogger… how it would hurt, but in such a good way.”
Brian slid one of his hands down to Justin’s crotch and cupped the bulge of his straining hard-on, lightly squeezing and rubbing in slow and deliberate circular motions. Brian’s other hand slipped under Justin’s top and his clever fingers started to tease the sensitive nipples, plucking and pinching until Justin thought he couldn’t bear it another moment. He squirmed under Brian’s skillful ministrations, not really sure if he wanted to pull away from him or draw even closer.
“Sssh… I’ve got you. Watch and imagine it were you and me. Look at him… hear how he’s moaning from pleasure.” Brian breathed heavily and his rough voice got even deeper, sounding almost drunk. “Feel it… I might even have filled you with one of our nice butt plugs so that you could enjoy the stretch of it while I’m flogging you… and imagine it was my cock filling you… me owning you in every sense of the word.”
Justin’s moans became urgent whimpers as he was listening to Brian’s hypnotizing voice. His head fell back on Brian’s shoulder and his eyes drifted shut. He was helplessly caught in the intricate web his lover was weaving around him. Whatever was taking place on the stage was no longer important to him, his awareness solely focused on the two of them in their own little universe. Brian was everywhere… around him… inside him. He couldn’t see, hear or feel anything else besides Brian. God! He was unbearably aroused, his dick so hard that it hurt, his body coiled like a spring and straining towards completion.
“No! Don’t close your eyes… look!” Brian ordered and Justin opened his eyes again with great difficulty. “This is you and me… feel me flogging you… this is my crop on your back. Feel the sting of the impact. You are so beautiful like that, giving yourself over to me completely… being mine and mine alone.”
There was only Brian, filling all of his senses, nothing else mattered anymore… and when he heard “Come for me, Justin!” he couldn’t do anything else but obey Brian with his whole being. Safely ensconced in Brian’s arms while his body convulsed and his breath stuttered out in the warm rush of completion.
The scene on the stage was winding down. As Justin watched, Master Eric lay down the crop, opened the cuffs and pulled his very exhausted sub into a tight embrace.
Brian mirrored the move, turning him around and pulling him tight to his chest. Justin melted into Brian, all of suddenly feeling bone tired. His eyes drifted shut and his breath huffed out on a little sigh. He was more than a little confused. And, God, how he wished they were already back at the loft and he could drift right off to sleep.
He felt Brian’s chest vibrating before he actually heard him chuckling. A small kiss was planted on top of his head and the corners of his mouth turned up into a pleased little smile.
Brian pulled back and grinned at him.
“It’s alright, Sunshine,” Brian said, draping his arm across Justin’s shoulders and giving him a gentle squeeze. “Come on, time for us to go home. We’ll both be glad to get out of our pants tonight.”
Made bynienna_weeper
Author:
rainbow1907Fandom: Queer As Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Season 2, before Ethan
Word Count: ~ 2000
Summary: Brian and Justin go to the Leather Ball at Babylon.
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Mild kink, BDSM
Beta: Many thanks to
buckeye5 for her wonderful beta job!!! Any remaining mistakes are mine. Disclaimer: I don't own anything, no copyright infringement intended, just playing with the boys...
Feedback: Yes, please! Rena
Leather Ball
Justin stood in front of the huge mirror, regarding himself critically. A small smile played on his lips. The tight black leather pants with the lace up fly looked really great on him, no doubt about that. Even if without any underwear underneath they felt somehow weird. Not bad, mind you; he thought it actually felt very sexy. He just wasn’t used to wearing that kind of wardrobe. Black boots and a skintight, sleeveless black silk top completed the outfit.
As he stood there admiring himself, Brian came up behind him, leaned into his back and enveloped him with his arms. Their eyes met in the mirror and Brian grinned that special predatory smirk that was so typical for him.
“You look hot, Sunshine… I’d fuck you.”
Justin’s pale skin took on a rosy flush and his pants got uncomfortably tight. “You… you too, Brian.”
And it was true, Brian looked incredible, certainly good enough to eat. Justin’s eyes greedily took in the mouthwatering sight. Brian wore the same kind of leather pants and boots as Justin, but the black leather vest he had on left most of his smooth golden chest exposed. And whereas Justin’s arms were left bare, his were encircled by matching leather wrist cuffs.
“Of course.” Brian smirked at him. “But in your dreams, little boy… Okay then, what are we waiting for? Are you ready for a night of fun and games at the Leather Ball at Babylon?”
“Yes, let’s go already!” Justin nodded enthusiastically. In truth, he had been ready for ages and just waiting for his vain lover to finish his primping.
Brian picked up his wallet and keys from the counter, grasped Justin’s wrist and they headed out.
Babylon was filled to bursting and the dance floor was packed with leather clad guys in various stages of undress. Justin stood on the catwalk and enjoyed the view. There was so much to see… leather daddies, guys wearing chaps or harnesses and not much else, subs being led around on leashes by their Doms, guys carrying whips, paddles or other mysterious implements on their belts… To one side of the dance floor they had erected a stage and there’d be kinky shows all night long. Justin stared in fascination at the St. Andrew’s cross, gulping nervously. His mouth was suddenly very dry. He had never seen anything like that before.
Brian came up the stairs with two beer bottles in his hands and joined him at the rail.
“Thanks.” Justin took the offered bottle and drank thirstily. Then he grinned somewhat sheepishly at Brian.
“That’s so exciting! They said the first show will start in a couple of minutes. I’m really curious.”
Brian pushed his tongue into his cheek and smirked at him.
“I know. It’ll be Master Eric and his sub Kyle. I’ve seen their shows before, they’re actually quite okay. They’re in the lifestyle and have been doing demonstrations like this for years. You’re in for a treat, Sunshine. Just wait and see. Let’s just hope it won’t be too much for you and offend your delicate sensibilities.”
“Delicate sensibilities, my ass,” Justin shot back cheekily and laughed. “You know I’m no shrinking violet.”
At that moment the thumpa-thumpa of the dance music faded, the lights on the dance floor dimmed and spots of blue light directed on the stage. A hush of anticipation went through the whole club.
Justin shivered and leaned closer to Brian who stepped behind him and put his arms over Justin’s shoulders.
At first nothing happened, then two men stepped up on the raised platform, one walking closely behind the other in perfectly synchronized movements. The first man, a tall and well-muscled brunet, carried several implements in his hands. When he stopped to lay them down on a padded bench, the considerably smaller, fair-haired second man immediately went down on his knees right behind him and lowered his head.
Justin carefully studied the scene. It was obvious which of the men was the Dom, Master Eric, and which the sub, Kyle. It appeared equally obvious to him that the two men were in some kind of committed relationship and well attuned to each other. And they looked hot. Master Eric wore black leather pants, combat boots and thick silver-studded wrist cuffs. His sub wore beautiful leather chaps and what appeared to be a leather jock-strap, boots and a heavy looking studded leather collar, all in black too.
He watched as the Dom turned to his sub and spoke to him. Justin couldn’t hear the words but the body language spoke of a command. His guess seemed to be true because Kyle rose gracefully and went over to the St. Andrew’s cross, waiting calmly until his Dom followed him there. The Dom spoke another command and Kyle lifted first his right, then his left arm and Master Eric shackled both wrists into the thick leather cuffs at the top of the cross. Next he fastened Kyle’s ankles into the bands at the bottom of the cross. Justin couldn’t believe how strongly this affected him. His breath stuttered and his heart rate accelerated. A light sheen of sweat broke out on his face. That was really something else. His first time ever to witness a BDSM demonstration. Last of all, Master Eric wound a thick black leather belt around Kyle’s waist. The Master once more checked all the cuffs, then he leaned into his sub, gently caressing his back and Justin saw him whispering into Kyle’s ear. The whole scene looked curiously intimate and Justin felt like a voyeur as he watched in fascination how Kyle’s whole body seemed to relax and melt into the much bigger man’s embrace.
Unconsciously Justin’s own body molded itself into Brian’s embrace and he exhaled slowly, very much enjoying the feeling of warmth as the heat of Brian’s body gradually seeped into his back. After a while, his breath evened out.
“Watch.” Brian bent down to whisper into is ear. “They are so hot.”
Justin swallowed and nodded. He thought they were beautiful together. He saw their embrace and sensed a feeling of closeness and trust. It spoke to him of commitment and… love.
The moment passed. Master Eric turned away to pick up –
“That’s a flogger,” Brian said.
Justin nervously licked his lips and waited, not really knowing what to expect but strangely aroused. He startled when the first stroke fell and the Dom set up a regular pattern of strokes, equally spread over his sub’s whole back and down to his buttocks. Justin observed in rapt fascination how, after a while, the sub’s back took on a reddish hue. He was completely enthralled and unable to look away. This was incredible.
He pressed closer to the rail and felt Brian push more aggressively into his back, forcing him even closer to the edge of the catwalk. They fit perfectly together. Brian closed his hands over Justin’s and laced their fingers together, effectively shackling him to the rail of the catwalk. But his aggressiveness didn’t feel threatening to Justin. No, it made him feel safe. A slight shiver ran down his spine and he moaned softly.
Meanwhile, on the stage, Master Eric had stopped with the flogging and was once more speaking to his sub. He seemed to have asked something because Justin saw Kyle give a nod of confirmation. The Dom pressed his whole body into his sub, then turned away and went over to the padded bench to pick up a smaller implement, its shape long and slender.
“That’s a crop,” Brian explained, his voice rough from excitement and breathing heavily in Justin’s ear. “It can have a lot more impact than a flogger when properly used.”
At that moment the first stroke hit and the sub groaned. Justin shivered and swallowed convulsively. The crop made a slight whooshing noise and a distinct thud when it hit the flesh. Once again the Master set up a regular, although slower, pattern of strokes. Kyle’s moans and cries became more vocal and then, while Justin was watching, it looked as if his whole body let go of his tension.
Brian ground his hard-on into Justin’s lower back and continued to whisper hoarsely to him.
“Look at them. They look so hot together… Can you imagine me doing that to you? How it would feel to be bound and helpless?”
Justin wasn’t able to do more than barely nod and groan out a breathless “Yesssss.”
“God, Justin, you would be so sexy… so hot… giving yourself over to me completely. Doing it for me and for me only. Maybe I’d choose to blindfold you…”
Justin trembled and panted softly.
“You’d depend on me with all your senses. Think about that flogger… how it would hurt, but in such a good way.”
Brian slid one of his hands down to Justin’s crotch and cupped the bulge of his straining hard-on, lightly squeezing and rubbing in slow and deliberate circular motions. Brian’s other hand slipped under Justin’s top and his clever fingers started to tease the sensitive nipples, plucking and pinching until Justin thought he couldn’t bear it another moment. He squirmed under Brian’s skillful ministrations, not really sure if he wanted to pull away from him or draw even closer.
“Sssh… I’ve got you. Watch and imagine it were you and me. Look at him… hear how he’s moaning from pleasure.” Brian breathed heavily and his rough voice got even deeper, sounding almost drunk. “Feel it… I might even have filled you with one of our nice butt plugs so that you could enjoy the stretch of it while I’m flogging you… and imagine it was my cock filling you… me owning you in every sense of the word.”
Justin’s moans became urgent whimpers as he was listening to Brian’s hypnotizing voice. His head fell back on Brian’s shoulder and his eyes drifted shut. He was helplessly caught in the intricate web his lover was weaving around him. Whatever was taking place on the stage was no longer important to him, his awareness solely focused on the two of them in their own little universe. Brian was everywhere… around him… inside him. He couldn’t see, hear or feel anything else besides Brian. God! He was unbearably aroused, his dick so hard that it hurt, his body coiled like a spring and straining towards completion.
“No! Don’t close your eyes… look!” Brian ordered and Justin opened his eyes again with great difficulty. “This is you and me… feel me flogging you… this is my crop on your back. Feel the sting of the impact. You are so beautiful like that, giving yourself over to me completely… being mine and mine alone.”
There was only Brian, filling all of his senses, nothing else mattered anymore… and when he heard “Come for me, Justin!” he couldn’t do anything else but obey Brian with his whole being. Safely ensconced in Brian’s arms while his body convulsed and his breath stuttered out in the warm rush of completion.
The scene on the stage was winding down. As Justin watched, Master Eric lay down the crop, opened the cuffs and pulled his very exhausted sub into a tight embrace.
Brian mirrored the move, turning him around and pulling him tight to his chest. Justin melted into Brian, all of suddenly feeling bone tired. His eyes drifted shut and his breath huffed out on a little sigh. He was more than a little confused. And, God, how he wished they were already back at the loft and he could drift right off to sleep.
He felt Brian’s chest vibrating before he actually heard him chuckling. A small kiss was planted on top of his head and the corners of his mouth turned up into a pleased little smile.
Brian pulled back and grinned at him.
“It’s alright, Sunshine,” Brian said, draping his arm across Justin’s shoulders and giving him a gentle squeeze. “Come on, time for us to go home. We’ll both be glad to get out of our pants tonight.”
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Date: 2011-03-25 10:30 am (UTC)thank you so my much my dear Rena. what a way to open up
my weekend (altough it's already noon ;) )
huge hugs
V.
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Date: 2011-03-28 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 10:37 am (UTC)Anyway... so very hot. And I wish they'd done another leather ball episode on the show. This would have been my favorite scene :)
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Date: 2011-03-28 04:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 10:51 am (UTC)Big hugs for BDSM in the morning!! Cindy
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Date: 2011-03-28 04:21 pm (UTC)I actually only wrote this as a one-shot but if I come up with some nice ideas I'll try and tackle a sequel... Rena :)
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Date: 2011-03-25 11:33 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2011-03-28 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 04:26 pm (UTC)and a good morning to you too.....
Date: 2011-03-25 03:06 pm (UTC)Please also add to the warning - EXTREME HOTNESS
Thanks for sharing
:)
Re: and a good morning to you too.....
Date: 2011-03-28 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 04:57 pm (UTC)Rena you killed me here... what a fabulous piece.
So hot!!!!
I've truly enjoyed it. Thank you ♥
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Date: 2011-03-28 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-26 01:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-26 03:25 pm (UTC)Fucking hot-intense!!!!
Ok, I return it, I return every single word I said to you, I'll NEVER kick you off my flist!!!!!!!
I love your stories!!!
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Date: 2011-03-28 04:31 pm (UTC)