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cap_ironman2009-08-10 08:59 pm
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My Beta Made Me Do It
Title: Waiting
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lupus_dragon
Beta:cursor_mundi
Rating: Rish - nothing graphic happens, but there are mentions of boy parts
Summary: Steve doesn't hate waiting quite as much as he thought
Warnings: light BSDM, mild bondage, toy use
Waiting was the hardest. Trying to be patient while Tony went about his normal day. After four years in the army, Steve should have been good at waiting. Those four years were a long time ago, however, and Steve hadn’t really liked waiting then, either.
Of course, back then no one had asked Steve to kneel at the foot of the bed with a six inch plug stretching his ass. Cool plastic had eventually warmed to body temperature but the toy had become no more pliant that it had been when Tony inserted it into him earlier in the day. The firm length remained wedged in his ass, and he could not shift to a more comfortable position. Each little adjustment that he made moved the toy inside him and teased him even worse. The rounded head rubbed maddeningly against his prostate, making him ache with need.
He bit his lip to stifle a moan, struggling, as always, to keep himself under control. Fingers grasped, reaching nothing, his arms crossed and bound behind his back. The warm leather and soft fleece did not bite his skin, but he almost wished that they did. It would have been something, at least, to distract him from the throb of pleasure that pulsed from his ass to his naked cock.
It might not have been so bad, actually, if he could see or hear Tony. If he had something to focus on, something to think about other than the passing seconds and unyielding silicone driving him crazy. Tony had left; though how long ago Steve couldn’t say. He couldn’t see the digital clock that silently kept time on Tony’s side of the bed, and he had lost track of the seconds the first time that he had shifted and felt the toy pressing deeper into him.
Steve could have stopped it at any time, he knew. The baby monitor on the dresser meant that Tony would hear him, if Steve used the safeword to end his torment. One word, and Tony would stop whatever he was doing and come to let Steve up, to uncuff him, and take the toy out. This wasn’t torture, and it wasn’t punishment. Steve was in control of his situation, to a certain extent.
It was awful and he hated it. Yet he wanted it because he loved it. He loved giving up control to Tony. Needed it, even. So when Tony tied his hands, filled him with a toy that was never quite enough, and told him to wait, Steve waited.
It had bothered him, at first, not knowing why he was waiting, not knowing what was coming. It used to make him nervous. Now, though, he trusted Tony completely. He knew that if he was good, if he obeyed, and waited like Tony ordered, good things would come to him.
Author:
lupus_dragonBeta:
cursor_mundiRating: Rish - nothing graphic happens, but there are mentions of boy parts
Summary: Steve doesn't hate waiting quite as much as he thought
Warnings: light BSDM, mild bondage, toy use
Waiting was the hardest. Trying to be patient while Tony went about his normal day. After four years in the army, Steve should have been good at waiting. Those four years were a long time ago, however, and Steve hadn’t really liked waiting then, either.
Of course, back then no one had asked Steve to kneel at the foot of the bed with a six inch plug stretching his ass. Cool plastic had eventually warmed to body temperature but the toy had become no more pliant that it had been when Tony inserted it into him earlier in the day. The firm length remained wedged in his ass, and he could not shift to a more comfortable position. Each little adjustment that he made moved the toy inside him and teased him even worse. The rounded head rubbed maddeningly against his prostate, making him ache with need.
He bit his lip to stifle a moan, struggling, as always, to keep himself under control. Fingers grasped, reaching nothing, his arms crossed and bound behind his back. The warm leather and soft fleece did not bite his skin, but he almost wished that they did. It would have been something, at least, to distract him from the throb of pleasure that pulsed from his ass to his naked cock.
It might not have been so bad, actually, if he could see or hear Tony. If he had something to focus on, something to think about other than the passing seconds and unyielding silicone driving him crazy. Tony had left; though how long ago Steve couldn’t say. He couldn’t see the digital clock that silently kept time on Tony’s side of the bed, and he had lost track of the seconds the first time that he had shifted and felt the toy pressing deeper into him.
Steve could have stopped it at any time, he knew. The baby monitor on the dresser meant that Tony would hear him, if Steve used the safeword to end his torment. One word, and Tony would stop whatever he was doing and come to let Steve up, to uncuff him, and take the toy out. This wasn’t torture, and it wasn’t punishment. Steve was in control of his situation, to a certain extent.
It was awful and he hated it. Yet he wanted it because he loved it. He loved giving up control to Tony. Needed it, even. So when Tony tied his hands, filled him with a toy that was never quite enough, and told him to wait, Steve waited.
It had bothered him, at first, not knowing why he was waiting, not knowing what was coming. It used to make him nervous. Now, though, he trusted Tony completely. He knew that if he was good, if he obeyed, and waited like Tony ordered, good things would come to him.
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