For Your Entertainment - 1b/3+1

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Part 1A

Jared presses in from behind even more, while he deftly undoes the buttons of Jensen’s uncomfortably tight pants and the sudden pressure relief makes Jensen sigh, until he realizes that, despite the pain that’s still smarting on his back, he’s rock hard. Jared doesn’t give him time to get his bearings before he snakes in his fingers right down, touching him, rubbing the heated skin at the base of his cock, tantalizing, teasing and not quite enough. He bucks into it lightly, testing Jared’s patience, turning to place his lips onto the other man’s pulse point and suck. He gets a taste of sweat and musk for a moment, before everything is forcibly wrenched away from him. And he hears Jared's goading voice hiss behind him.

“Oh, dear, that was a good one. Thought you’d have me all caught up in the niceties, so that I’d forget that I still owe you half a dozen, hmmm? I should double the toll just for the sake of it.”

A tremor runs through Jensen at the words, and he feels sweat trickle down his back.

“Wait, what was that? You want those, don’t you? Why, you almost had me fooled. Can’t have that; just giving you what you want. You’re only getting those six, but I promise I’m going to make them… special.”

 

The seventh lash comes out of the blue again, striking right across his shoulders, stinging on his arms, but Jared has taken up counting them now.

“Eight”

Jensen still can’t tell very well when they’re coming, but they all hit in exceptionally sensitive places now and make the first half a dozen look like a slap on the wrist.

“Nine.”

“Ten.”

This time the whip lashes all the way across his vulnerable abdomen, and it’s the first welt he can actually see, the skin red and irritated from just a minute touch. He doesn’t get time to ponder though.

“Eleven.”

It snakes up his back, over his shoulder, and only a whisper in the air warns him, before the tip lashes right across his nipple. The shock travels lightning fast through his body, a jolt that races through his nervous system like the domino effect, muscles seizing in his thighs, eyes flying wide open. The pain hits right after, wrenching a scream from his lips before he can stop it, and the only thing that keeps him in his right mind is the steely cold bite of the chains on his palms and the jump of his cock inside his pants.

Through the haze, he can hear Jared’s voice.

“Just one more, baby, come on, be good; spread your legs. That’s it, as wide as they go.”

Jensen wonders faintly what Jared might have up his sleeve that could top this one, but he regrets that thought a second later when Jared says “Twelve” right on the crack of the whip.

The last, perfectly aimed lash, hits the vee of his left hip to wrap around his thigh, biting into the leather of his pants about half an inch away from his balls.

Jensen howls.

 

He comes to again when he feels his arms being lowered slightly as the chain gives. Jared must have fiddled somewhat with it, since he can stand more comfortably now. His muscles are still screaming from the exertion of holding his position that long, but it’s small relief. His back is a mass of flaming welts that pull slightly everytime he moves, but the sensations fading already. There’s probably going to be a few bruises, which will be a bitch for make-up, but Jared seems to have refrained from breaking skin. Speaking of which, once Jensen gets the affairs in his head in order, he realizes that the other man is prowling to and fro in front of him, watching his every move. He also becomes aware of the throbbing in his balls that has absolutely nothing to do with the near miss a few minutes before and everything with Jared’s gleaming, naked chest. When the tall man sees him looking, he stops dead in his tracks and looks Jensen straight in the eye.

“You did really good. So, I’m going to ask you once. Do you want me to end this now? I think you can take more, much more than this, but I’d understand if you wanted to savour that for another time.”

His face is dead serious, and Jensen knows that he won’t be scoffed at if he were to back out now and call it a night. But he’s also pretty damn horny right now. So, instead of delivering his safeword, he pushes out his chin, straightens up and lifts his arms to the postion they were before, pointedly ignoring his protesting muscles.

 

Jared’s eyes cloud over instantly, and he’s in front of Jensen with two strides, cupping his jaw tenderly.

“Are you sure?”

Jensen looks at him for a moment and then surges up to leave a searing kiss on Jared’s lips. He dearly hopes that the other man will take the hint right the fuck now. Jared does and reacts by suddenly spinning him around a couple of times, which makes Jensen dizzy and pulls his arms up over his head, where the chains pull tight. Before he can shake off his confusion, Jared has kicked his legs apart as far as they will go, which makes his junk hang obscenely out of his open fly. Jensen feels himself flush with humiliation at the display he is putting on, hard and eager, even though he is chained up and exposed like that. He’s completely blindsided though, when Jared falls to his knees, splaying them wide as he sits back on his haunches to study the offering just as if he would when browsing shop windows. Jensen has no idea if he is going to go through with the kind of play that usually comes after this position, but even the thought draws a moan from his mouth. Jared shoots him a dark look up from under his eyelashes that tells him the other man knows exactly what’s going through his head.

 

Jared puts his hands on his thighs in a relaxed stance that makes him look like he intends to just keep staring at Jensen’s desperate cock all night. But before he can whimper once more from the torture of having something he wants so badly right in front of him with no way of getting it, Jared opens his mouth:

“Don’t. Move. And don’t you dare come.”

Then he leans forward and swallows Jensen down to the root. Jensen yells, his voice hoarse from their previous endeavours, and holds off his orgasm by the skin of his teeth. He also barely squashes the immediate urge to thrust into that hot, sweet mouth and lose himself in oblivion. Jared’s hold over him is just that good though, and he feels the world crashing back into place when the other man draws back with his teeth scraping over Jensen’s skin in a way he thought he really couldn’t stand when girls were careless like that. With Jared though, it’s not carelessness, it’s calculation, every swipe of his tongue, every nick of his teeth, the hollowing of his cheeks is designed to turn Jensen on just that little bit more. He feels silent tears running down his cheeks as he tries to get the trembling muscles in his thighs to keep his hips from surging forward, but it’s a futile battle.

 

Finally, at the point where Jensen feels his control is about one lick away from snapping, Jared moves off, sitting back with his hands where he’d put them just before, and his lips glistening, to admire his handiwork some more, before he gets up with one fluid motion. He’s leaning in to Jensen, rubbing their noses lightly against each other when he whispers.

“Now… I’m going to belt your ass until you come.”

With that, he vanishes from Jensen’s line of sight, leaving a trembling wreck in his wake, but it doesn’t take long until Jensen hears the snap of a belt right behind him, a fair warning this time.

“One.”

The broad side of the belt connects with his right buttock.

“Two.”

And then with his left, the jolt of delicious pain making his toes curl in anticipation.

“Three.”

The fire on his backside pools right down into his belly, and Jensen has just enough time to feel his balls draw up, before pleasure makes the world white out.

 

~*~

 

When Jensen comes to, he’s leaning against the wall next to the coat rack, fully dressed and with all his personal effects on him – not that he could bring much, since the pants were just that tight. He blinks for a moment to clear the fog in front of his eyes and wonders if this whole experience was just a drunken nightmare., but straightening up is quite enough to tell him on no uncertain terms that he’s had his ass handed to him by a complete stranger tonight – on a silver platter. He takes a deep breath and calls the driver to pull up in front of the entrance, then texts Misha to get here in five, or he’s leaving the fuck without him.

 

Misha stumbles out of the clubbing crowd three minutes later, pleasantly tipsy and laughing his ass off at something someone screams into his ear, right as he leaves the throng. Jensen glares and holds out his coat to him, jerking his head to the door, where the driver’s sitting with the engine running. He doesn’t wait for Misha to fumble his arms into the coat sleeves, but strides out instead to where the driver’s holding the door for him. It’s not an all-out stretch limo – he detests those things, they’re fricking conspicuous – but it’s still got a couple backseats opposing each other, so that people can sit comfortably face to face. Jensen immediately scoots over to the far end, settling his back very very carefully against the cool leather. Misha climbs in after him, throwing himself into the seat opposite to Jensen’s.

“Man, you were totally MIA in there. I thought for sure that I’d get a text during the first ten minutes, telling me to hightail it out of there already.”

Jensen glares daggers at his manager.

“MIA, my ass. Don’t think that I’ve forgotten how you just up and vanished on me as soon as we set foot through the door.”

“Oh dear…. Jensen you need to loosen up a bit. I thought I was going to sacrifice my club night for a dip and dash, so excuse me for going after some fun right away. Instead, wonders never cease, and I got to amuse myself for a couple of hours. Makes me wonder what you got up to in the meantime. Don’t tell me that you found yourself a little dominatrix to give you a good spanking.”

 

Jensen glares at Misha some more before he balls his fist on his knee and looks outside. He can see Misha’s mouth fall open in the reflection in the car window, but the satisfaction of having rendered his mouthy manager speechless for once is overshadowed by the truth. When Misha finally finds his voice again, it’s with a vengance.

“Jesus fuck, Jensen you didn’t!”

Jensen glares at Misha some more via the reflective surface of the window, but refuses to give anything away. He moves to cross his arms in front of his chest but regrets it a second later, when the movement pulls at the welts on his back. He manages to stifle a hiss, but notices too late how his shirt slides down to one side. When hears Misha’s gasp it’s too late already, and his friend surges over to drag his shirt down to reveal the side of his chest where Jared’s second to last stroke lashed right across his nipple.

“Jesus fuck, Jensen.”

He grabs Misha’s hand in a vice-like grip in the blink of an eye and holds his gaze with an icy glare.

“Not One Word About This.”

Misha – for all that is holy – gets it, probably for the first time in his life, and backs off. They spend the rest of the way in silence, and it’s a good thing when they arrive at Jensen’s villa. When the driver opens the door, Jensen bolts with a haphazard good-bye thrown over his shoulder, and then he’s inside his home and feels like he can breathe again for the first time.

 

The bathroom tiles are cold under his naked feet, and while he slowly peels away the layers from his aching skin. When he looks at his back in the bathroom mirror, he stifles a whimper and wipes the moisture out of the corner of his eyes. He feels like he feels like he stepped right out of the vestiges of a dream and the borders between what happened and what he remembers are fuzzy and blurred. The shower doesn’t take long to warm up, thankfully, and it’s just a few seconds, until he can step behind the glass doors and under the spray of scalding water. Jensen lets the water hit his upturned face for a moment, before he leans forward on his hands and bends his neck. The spray hits the welts on his back, and the sob that’s been working itself up his throat breaks free all of a sudden. Once it’s out, there’s no holding back, and the physical pain mixes into the emotional upheaval of what he did tonight, until it’s run it’s course, and the wracking sobs die down. That’s when he notices that he’s hard again. Instantly, he wrenches the temperature from scalding hot to freezing cold. His teeth start chattering at once, and a chill races down his spine, but thankfully it takes care of his… problem pretty damn fast. Shivering, he steps out of the shower and only gives himself a cursory patting down with a towel before he slinks back into his bedroom where he curls up tight under the sheets.

Part 2A