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Mine	By : queenjane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Vhat did you think you are doing?” Viktor growled. As soon as they had returned to Viktor’s flat, Oliver was shoved up against the bedroom wall, his breath catching in a sudden gasp as his lover pinned him to the plasterl.

He knew exactly what he’d been doing: flirting with Roger just to see how far he could push Viktor’s limits. He wanted to see what would snap him, what would make Viktor grab him by the arm and inform him that it was time to go home, what Viktor would do to him when they got here. Now he knew, and it was so far turning out exactly as he had hoped.

“We were just talking,” he innocently replied, and that worked out exactly as he hoped, too. Viktor reached down and grabbed his cock, which was already hard and throbbing from the rough treatment on the way in the door.

“This is not from talking, you slut,” Viktor snarled, and Oliver rolled his hips to press his erection into Viktor’s hand. He loved it when Viktor talked to him like that. “You belong to me. You do not drape yourself on another man like you are begging to be fucked there on the table.”

Oliver nuzzled Viktor’s neck and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Maybe I just wanted you to fuck me right there on the table,” he murmured. “Taking my arse in front of the whole pub, showing them all what a whore I am.”

Viktor had suspected all along that Oliver had just been toying with him, but that clinched it. If angry and possessive was what his boyfriend wanted, that was what he was going to get. Viktor stepped back, a dark look in his eyes as he quickly made his plans. “Clothes off,” he ordered, and backed off further to where he would have a good view of the display. “Slowly. If you vill act like whore, you vill do it for me alone.”

Oliver’s fingers trembled as he began to work through the buttons on his shirt. It was difficult to go slowly when Viktor sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on one elbow and giving him that long, appraising stare. He could see the outline of Viktor’s cock and knew it was hard and ready for him. He could get on his knees right now and have it in his mouth, slicking it up for entrance to his aching arse, then letting Viktor fuck him mercilessly while Oliver pled forgiveness for his transgressions.

His lover’s expression had not cracked once, and Oliver began to worry that he might have gone too far. The only thing he knew to do for that now, though, was to keep going. If he put on a good show and demonstrated how very sorry he was for his behavior, maybe he could just make Viktor forget all about it.

His shirt slipped over his shoulders, revealing the hard muscled chest and arms beneath the fabric. Oliver’s hands went to his belt next, and before he could toss it to the floor, Viktor’s deep, rumbling voice broke the silence again.

“Bring it to me,” he ordered. Oliver had a feeling he knew what was coming now. It didn’t exactly silence his fear, but that just excited him even more. He handed the black leather belt to Viktor, who folded it in his hand. “The rest of your clothes, now.”

Oliver’s trousers joined his shirt on the floor, and then his boxers. It was evident now just how turned on he was, his cock standing hard and thick in front of him. Viktor beckoned him close again, and Oliver came to stand between the other man’s knees. Silently and deliberately, Viktor looked him over, internally thanking God and Merlin both for sending him the perfect man. Outwardly, however, he gave no indication that his anger had flagged in the slightest.

Viktor stood, carefully circling around Oliver with the leather belt trailing around his hip to rest on his arse.

“You have been very bad boy, Oliver,” Viktor murmured in his ear. “Very bad. This means you are needing discipline, yes?”

Oliver shivered at the hot breath and hotter suggestion. “Yes,” he agreed, and then yelped when the belt cracked sharply on his arse.

“Yes sir vill be your answer tonight,” Viktor corrected him. “Say it.”

“Yes, sir,” Oliver whimpered.

“Very good,” Viktor said, and lightly caressed the spot he had just struck with the belt. “Now get on the bed, slut. Hands and knees.”

“Yes, sir.” As directed, Oliver climbed onto the bed, positioning himself as Viktor had told him. He’d never been so turned on in his life as he was right then, being ordered around by his boyfriend. Viktor was always the more dominant one in their pair, but taking it to this level was new and impossibly exciting.

“First you vill be punished for whoring around bar,” Viktor informed him. “I think twenty vill be enough. Ve shall see.”

“Yes, sir,” Oliver agreed, and unconsciously he arched his back to present his arse for the promised punishment. Viktor had spanked him during sex a few times, but only with the flat of his palm. The belt would hurt more, and that just got him hotter.

“You vill count them,” Viktor said, and delivered the first sharp blow to his arse.

“One!” Oliver cried out, relishing the sting and the submission.

“Whore,” Viktor hissed, and gave him another smack.

“Two!” Oliver shouted, and the next three blows came in swift succession, each raising a welt on a new bit of skin. Oliver was panting furiously as he called out “five,” his cock still rock hard.

“You love this, don’t you?” Viktor taunted him, reaching down to roughly grab his erection. “You love to be shown vhere is your place: on your knees like the slut that you are.”

“Yes,” Oliver moaned, and another sharp smack corrected him. “Yes, sir!” he cried. ““Yes, I love it. I love it.”

“You love it too much,” Viktor said, and the strike of the belt came harder. “And you miss numbers,” he reminded him, lovingly stroking his reddening arse. “Six...” he murmured, and gave the slap anew to punish Oliver for his forgetfulness, “and seven.” Another sharp smack, and at the same moment Viktor squeezed his cock. Oliver could barely remember to choke out the number as the combination of the pain from the slap and the pleasure from Viktor’s hand began to make him dizzy. “Too much. How can I punish you vhen you are whore for punishment just as you are whore for cock?”

Nine, ten, eleven fell, each followed by Oliver’s cries of mixed ecstasy and agony. His arse was sore and stinging already, and they were just over halfway through.

Suddenly, there was a reprieve. Several long seconds passed without a spanking, and Oliver saw through his watering eyes that it was because Viktor was unzipping his trousers and freeing his huge cock.

“You vill suck now, like good little slut,” Viktor said, brushing the head against Oliver’s eagerly parted lips. His fingers tangled in Oliver’s hair, roughly pulling the other man’s head back. “I vill count for you, vhile your mouth is put to better use.”

“Yes, sir,” Oliver whimpered, licking his lips in anticipation. “Thank you, sir.” The instant he felt Viktor’s grip slacken he took Viktor’s cock into his mouth like a starving man, immediately taking it down as deep as he could.

“Mm...such a good cocksucker,” Viktor moaned, and gave Oliver’s arse another hard crack of the belt. “Twelve. You vant all the cock you can get. That is vhy I must punish you, because you are slut and you vant every cock you see. Thirteen.”

He buried his cock to the hilt in Oliver’s throat, beginning to thrust roughly as blows fourteen through seventeen fell. He had taken the belt down Oliver’s thighs now, stinging them into a pink and red that would match his bruised arse. Oliver whimpered and whined around his full mouth each time, loving every brutal and degrading moment. He had been so bad, been a dirty whore, and now he received his discipline with joy, hoping to please his lover and earn his forgiveness and his cum.

“Filty, nasty slut,” Viktor hissed, pulling on Oliver’s hair again. Another angry smack came down on his thighs. “Eighteen. You vill not do this again, make public whore of yourself. Nineteen. And when I finish, whore...”

He slid the leather gently over Oliver’s abused arse and thighs, sending a shiver up Oliver’s spine. The skin was so sensitive there now that even the slight breeze from the fan felt like a lover’s touch. “When I finish, you vill tell me how very sorry you are.”

“Twenty.” The blow cracked audibly over Oliver’s arse, and Viktor pulled his cock free from Oliver’s lips.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again,” Oliver babbled, tears beginning to course down his face in the intensity of emotion and sensation.

“Never do vhat?” Viktor growled. He squeezed Oliver’s arse, drawing a yelp of pain from his lover.

“I’ll never act like a whore in public again,” Oliver cried. “I promise, Viktor, please, please...”

Instead of a squeeze, there was now just a feather-light touch of Viktor’s rough fingertips on Oliver’s tender skin. “Please vhat?” he murmured. He knew exactly what Oliver needed now, but he wanted to hear him beg for it. He took hold of Oliver’s hair to make him look up, pausing to appreciate those beautiful, pleading eyes shining with tears.

“Please fuck me,” Oliver begged. “Fuck my arse. Cum inside me. Show me I’m yours, your slut, only yours...please, Viktor.”

“There is my good boy,” Viktor approvingly replied, and shifted to kneel behind Oliver on the bed. He shoved a finger in Oliver’s mouth, making him suck it and wet it before invading his lover’s arse with it. He used only a light lubrication spell this time, because if Oliver was begging for punishment, he would want it rough.

“Yes, yes!” Oliver sobbed, thrusting his arse back against the welcome touch. “Please, Viktor, give me more. I need your cock.”

The head was pressed tantalizingly at his entrance, promising his reward if he just said the right thing.

“I’m so sorry,” he whimpered. Still only another finger joined the first. “I’m sorry, Viktor. I know I was bad. I was a bad boy, a dirty whore, and I promise I’ll never do it again. I’m your slut, Viktor, just yours.”

Without warning, Oliver’s arms were pulled behind him, pinned with one strong hand at the base of his spine. That left his face and shoulders shoved into the pillow as his arse was finally filled as he craved, with Viktor’s big hard cock. His whimpers and cries of pleasure as each punishing stroke hit his prostate were muffled by the feathers, but Viktor’s words were clear.

“You vill never make me do this again,” he growled, hammering hard and fast into his lover’s tender arse. “You vant to be treated like whore, you vill tell me. You do not try to trick me by shaking your arse at pretty man like you vant him to fill you. Do you understand?” He released Oliver’s hands so he could grab the other man’s hair again and pull him up from the pillow to answer clearly.

“Yes sir!” he cried, bracing himself up on his hands now so he could meet each of Viktor’s thrusts. “Oh God, Viktor, you feel so good. Give it to me hard. You know I love it. Oh Viktor, I’m so close. I haven’t even touched my cock, and it’s still about to explode.”

Viktor reached around to grip his lover’s cock, his hand still slick with the lubricant. “Mine,” he hissed, stroking Oliver in time with the hard, fast thrusts into his arse. “Only mine. Your hard cock, your pretty lips, your sweet round arse...all mine.”

“Yes!” Oliver cried out at each claim, every punishing slap of Viktor’s hips against his arse that tortured his already-abused skin. “Yes, yes, yes, Viktor, I’m yours. All yours. I love you!”

Viktor, surprised and overwhelmed at the passionate declaration, spilled into Oliver’s arse with a loud roar. Oliver came sobbing right behind him, spurting his cum into Viktor’s slick hand as his body shook with the force of his orgasm.

They collapsed together on the bed, Viktor pulling out of Oliver’s arse so he could turn his lover to face him, wrapping his arms tightly around him as the pleasure and pain still racked Oliver’s body with sobs and trembling.

“Are you all right, my love?” Viktor asked, genuine caring and concern replacing the domineering aspect he’d so recently worn.

Oliver gave a swift nod, still trying to catch his breath enough to speak. The entire experience had been so intense; he’d never felt anything like it. He liked being pushed to tears, but he’d never gone so far as these earth-rattling sobs that shook him now. He needed a moment of resting in Viktor’s loving arms before he could pull himself together again.

“I’m all right,” he finally murmured, and laid a soft kiss at the edge of Viktor’s jaw.

“You play dangerous games, my love,” Viktor softly replied, his shoulders relaxing with relief at finding he hadn’t gone too far.

Oliver’s arms wound around him, and he looked up with a saucy smile. “But fun,” he said. “If I didn’t use the bruise paste, I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.”

“You are trouble,” Viktor informed him, but tilted his head to give Oliver a slow, warm kiss.

“You like it,” his lover replied with confidence...but then abruptly seemed stricken with a moment of doubt. “You do know you’ve nothing to worry about, yeah? From Roger?”

“I know,” Viktor assured him, and smirked. “You two vould never get along. His arse is begging for taking almost as much as yours.”

Oliver laughed; it was funny because it was true. “Might be fun for us to service you together sometime, though, yeah?” he idly suggested. “Both of us on our knees, him licking your balls while I suck your shaft. Or I could suck his cock while you hammer my arse, and you could watch me stretched out between two hard cocks. Or you could bugger his pert little bum while he sucks my cock or eats my arse to get me ready for you...”

“Stop, stop!” Viktor groaned, laughing. “You have had me three times today, and your arse is all worn out from the last. Insatiable slut.”

The word didn’t sound harsh as it had earlier, only affectionate. It brought a grin to Oliver’s face, and he gave Viktor another kiss. “Only for you,” he murmured sweetly. “Only for you.”
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