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tanks4thememory
tanks4thememoryWho: Clu1 and Clu 2 (a_perfect_end)
The life and times- and sexytimes of Clus One and Two in the ABO universe, collected here for the sake of convenience and avoiding page clutter. Multiple scenarios, lots of fun. Mostly of the NSFW variety.
Where: Their User world abode and possibly other places
When: Some undetermined time post Legacy and after this thread
What: ABO sexytimes and maybe other things; a Clu on Clu catchall
Warnings: VERY NSFW. Multiple kinks, ABO related warnings, sorta incest depending how you view programs from the same User, basically enter at your own risk if you're not into that sort of thing
The life and times- and sexytimes of Clus One and Two in the ABO universe, collected here for the sake of convenience and avoiding page clutter. Multiple scenarios, lots of fun. Mostly of the NSFW variety.
Master/Slave sexual roleplay
Among the new accessories that they'd purchased for this scenario, Clu had decked his code-brother out in a leash and collar set with attached cuffs, three-point chastity belt made for full binary male omegas- set up to start with a (currently turned off) vibrating cock cage with nubs and a simple bit of faux leather with holes blocking access to his clit and vagina while still leaving them exposed to air, with nothing in the butt for the moment-, a ball bag that could have a bullet vibe added later, and a decorative body harness. And for a bit of added fun and anticipation, Clu had also thrown in the simple blindfold that they'd already had from another set.
Thus decked out, Clu had instructed his omega to stand in his bedroom and wait for him while Clu went to finish getting ready himself. It would only be a few minutes until their game officially began, but Clu hoped that those few minutes of anticipation would make things that much more fun for his omega in the end.
(no subject)
Everything, together, was--a lot. Not more than he could handle, but maybe more than he'd hoped for? The gathered effect was intricate and intense. It had been difficult to hold still, getting it all on, helping put it on, and in some cases letting it be put on once he couldn't reach, himself.
He could feel every inch of everything.
The blindfold was strangely centering. It cut out the light. It took the room itself away, let him focus on his breathing and on the way his heart felt under his fingers, the necklace chain pressed smooth under them in turn.
This had sort of started with Throne Wars: Age of Legends--the two-parter about gorgeous, brooding King Midas and his stupid, sexy harem. Of course, some of the details were edited for TV, and many more were spiced up, but. Something about it had haunted him even while they'd laughed together over it, cuddled up in front of the TV.
A day or so later, he'd steeled his nerves and asked. More like blurted the question while they were folding laundry. Same thing. One conversation quickly led to another, each making suggestions, adding some things, taking others away, working out a safety system, and egging each other on in general.
And now here they were. Here he was, in it quite literally up to his neck, quietly dying of excited anticipation.
Still, he was waiting patiently. He was being good.
He could be good.
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No, his appearance wasn't what was making him pause. No, he was getting into character. He'd acted his way into and out of trouble before, or course, but this was a bit different. How should he play it, exactly? What would be the most fun for the both of them?
Eventually, he decided on curious, but also a bit bored at first. As a Master, putting new slaves through their paces would be relatively routine for him, and he probably wouldn't be expecting anything out of the ordinary on this occasion. Yet he'd undoubtedly be a bit curious to see what this new slave could do too, open to him surprising him. And of course, cool and confident all around. He was the Master there; everyone and everything in the imagined large and opulent villa was there because he wanted them there. Every servant and slave was there to serve at his pleasure, one way or another. Most anything he wanted, he could have. He was a man utterly sure of himself and secure in his position atop the societal food chain.
Right. Character decided, Clu took a deep breath and strode confidently into the room, closing the door behind him. This would be a private affair, and the Master would have demanded that he not be disturbed outside of some dire emergency. Plus it let his omega know that the game was officially on.
He approached where his code brother stood standing face to face with him. "So... you're the newest acquisition," he said. He paused a moment, tapping the stick part of the tickler lightly against his palm as he looked his omega up and down. "Not bad at all; I see my majordomo still knows my tastes well."
"Now, I'll go over the rules of the house. Listen and pay attention, because I'm only going to go over this once. I don't have time for foolish omegas who can't or won't follow simple rules, and punishments for breaking them will be at my discretion. Cause me too much trouble and I'll sell you off again."
"First of all, you're to refer to me and address me as Alpha or Master. You can use whichever feels more natural to you under most circumstances, but in the presence of other Alphas, I'm always Master to you; don't forget it. You're to remain in the harem unless called for. Depending on your skills and performance, you may be assigned other duties outside of it, but for now, your sole purpose here is to be available for my pleasure. If there's trouble, or if there's something you need that isn't provided there, speak to the guards at one of the harem's entrances. Don't bother them with trifles, though; they're there to keep you safe and where you belong, not to be your babysitters."
"When outside the harem, you're to speak only when spoken to unless I or a guest that I've authorized tells you otherwise. Also unless told otherwise, you're free to make whatever noises you like during sex, but those you're serving aren't interested in listening to you talk, and if they want your opinion, they'll ask for it. Orders are to be followed swiftly and with no grumbling or backtalk, in the bedchamber or outside of it."
"You'll have no sex without my permission. Aside from what's necessary to keep it and yourself clean, you're to to wear your chastity belt at all times in its current configuration. Altering it or removing it without being expressly ordered to will be punished. Failure to follow commands will also be punished, though my commands always overrule those coming from someone else including another Alpha. However, no one has the right to punish you or any other omega or servant in my household without my authorization. If I find out that any one is, they'll answer to me." He left the exact meaning of those words up to the imagination, but his tone spoke of dire consequences for such offenders.
"And lastly? Remember that you're here for my pleasure, not the other way around. I rarely leave an omega wanting, but don't forget for a moment that you're my omega. Mine to do with as I please, like everyone and everything else in this house. Impress me enough, and you'll find that what pleases me might start to be more in line with your own desires. You might even have the honor of me taking care of your heat personally. But the opposite is also true, fail to impress or please me, and I'll find someone else to warm my bed. As you'll see, I'm not at all short on options."
"Do you understand?", he said. It was a genuine question, but the answer that was expected and desired should be very clear.
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What were they making together? They'd blocked in some parameters, sure, but even the smoothest projects always went differently from planning. That was what planning was for: anticipation of new variables, accounting for the unexpected before it spiraled out of control. Or trying to. And he'd been made to make systems and plan their fit.
So. Start with what he knew--he was wearing half of it--and what they were working from, and those would inform what his attitude might be. What it should be, if this had been his whole life, if all they saw on the screen had always been all he knew.
This was probably not his first house, or his second, or his third. Meek wasn't in his programming, in any life, no matter how iron-shod the lessons might be. He wouldn't even be good at faking it. But he'd have learned in each place: how to look, how to sound and move and act. And just as certainly, he'd have learned other things: how not to act, and when to bow, when to scrape low or vanish for the least flicker of an impatient hand.
He'd seen that enough--albeit from the other side--to do it very well indeed. Still, wouldn't he hope it might not be needed here? Wouldn't he hang on to the fine, silly spark that maybe this once, he could stay?
And the object of that hope would be his alpha. In any life, he would put the work in. And he wouldn't give up.
Besides, in practical terms, the purpose of the game was to give his code-brother the session of his life.
The smirk slid off Clu's face almost as quickly as it came on. He ironed the quirk of his lips down into something soft, an idle non-smile, as blankly welcoming as the waitresses at the End of Line.
He didn't falter for the sharp click of the latch, for the firm patter of alpha's feet across the carpet. But they did fire his curiosity something awful. Clu could feel where he tilted his head as if to look, though there was nothing to see but the back of the blindfold, instinctively staring harder like that would somehow make him hear better. He unsuccessfully squinted down; there was no gap in the blindfold, and his code-brother was near enough that he scented him, but could not make out where exactly he might be. His skin flushed warm and prickled cold for the suspense of it, but he clung to that calm expression.
He listened very hard to the rules, found he'd already agreed to do everything in them--and wondered what counted as backtalk--and realized he was very interested in what, exactly, might impress a lord of the house, powerful and maybe even a bit spoiled, who already had everything he could ever want and damned well expected it of the omega in front of him, too.
Clu's whole head swiveled after the sound of the--what was that--firm swift something, one, two, three, soft tapping patter like a strap touching skin.
His code-brother had something in his hand. Something he was toying with. Something Clu could not see.
Still, he knew what to do.
In any world, shy Sirens did not last long.
"Yes, Master." It was a bedroom purr, trapped palms curled upward in inviting supplication.
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But at the moment, Clu's eyes were on his omega, his body adorned, but not really covered. He imagined that he could hear the processes ticking away in his code-brother mind as he listed the rules; they'd gone over the substance of them prior to this, though not the exact wording, and how his code brother responded would determine how they would proceed. Clu had decided how he would play this, but how his omega would play his role, remained to be seen.
The tone of the response reminded him of a Siren, which he suspected was deliberate. Deliberate or not, though it was the response he'd been looking for, and he allowed a tiny bit of satisfaction into his voice when he next spoke. Dominance had been established, and the first and most basic test had been passed. "Good," he said. "There may be other rules for specific situations, but you'll be told those later, when and if they become relevant to your duties. Now... I'm going to ask you some questions, and I expect you to answer them honestly."
Clu began to slowly circle his omega, as if to examine him from all angles. As he passed behind him, he allowed the feather of the tickler to brush across his code brothers ass cheeks, left conveniently exposed by the chastity belt. "Tell me... how many other masters have you had before now? And is there any reason that I should know that you're now here, and not with any of them?" Another brush of the feather tickler, this time down the middle of his omega's chest and stomach, stopping just short of his naval (a physical detail that Clu was very glad they had both inherited from Flynn, due to how much explanation it saved them).
The questions were part genuine seeking information, part trick. At face value, it was information that would be useful to a new Master; more previous masters meant more experience and a greater potential for possessing useful skills beyond the bedroom, but it also meant more potential for bad habits that needed to be unlearned or retraining that would need to be done to suit the new environment. While the second question was trickier; his omega's response would allow the Master to gauge not only his thoughts and feelings on his former Masters, but would allow him to determine how honest his new concubine was likely to be. How much would he think that his Master 'should' know about his previous situations and Masters? Would he try to conceal things that might reflect badly on him? And if so, how well?
(no subject)
And yet--he also took pains to assure Clu he was safe against harsh treatment, unless he earned it, and that strangers would not be handling him at random--not unless Clu did something to cause it. So. He loosened his spine, relaxed just a shade into the praise.
...He'd start with the things he could quantify.
"I'm a born slave," meaning no outside trouble and no other life to cling to, "and Master's house is my fourth place of service."
It was glitching hard to think, with the feather. Was it a feather? Was it fur? Something with soft barest touch dancing over him like that, stirring a restless hot contrail of want.
"Ah," he just managed not to squirm. "I, was, first sold when I presented." He bit his lip. "How do I put this--Master Lucillus' taste in first heats is deserved legend, but that was all he required of me." Not bitter, no: a touch wistful, with careful hunger for the soft stroke of--what was that, silk? Fur? Feather?--he arched his spine with an appreciative hum. "Mistress Julia taught me," what might interest this one, outside the chambers? "Oh, all the skills that pleased her best, and not just in the sheets--!"
Clu shivered, sighing into it like a hungry cat.
"So, if master is asking, certainly I can clean and cook, and recite several epics. I read a little, and sing, badly. Oh!" He licked his lips for it. "I can cook. Does Master care for seafood? Oysters and their reputation," with a little wriggle, low-voiced, "clams and their clever wet beards. Poached peacock--her cook was cross with me, by the end."
Which left one more.
"I thought my third house would be my last, but. Debts accrue, don't they." With a shake of his head. "And the fanciest furniture goes first."
By now it would be clear to a discerning gentleman that Clu babbled and a distinct problem with modesty--he had none. But he also hadn't given away information that could truly injure his prior masters in any way, not even when tempted with the chance.
"I have never hurt, or stolen from, or lied to anyone who owned me."
That for being teased--crisp and a little tart, and Master did not exactly ask.
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When he spoke, though, there was no trace of the smirk in his voice. Instead in carried a note of disdain for the subject he spoke of. "Hmm, yes, everyone knows about Lucillus and his... proclivities," he said. "Just as well for you that you weren't with him for long." Clearly his current Master was not a fan of his first, or said first Master's taste in sexual partners. Though he left both the reason for this and the reason for his second statement up to his omega's imagination.
The disdain left his voice as he continued, his voice taking on a more thoughtful tone. "As for your former Mistress... I'll be interested to see what she taught you in due time." The feather was brushed delicately down his omega's left side, down over his hip and then held so that it brushed against the outside of his thigh for a long moment. "I have plenty of drudges for cleaning, but you may be helpful in the kitchen; an extra pair of hands is always useful there when it comes time to prepare for a feast, and a pair of hands that knows what they're doing will be more so. I'm not especially partial to shellfish, but one of my more frequent guests is, to the point where I'm almost surprised he hasn't grown a shell himself; a fine selection of them will both keep him happy and keep his mouth too busy to tell long-winded stories about his hunting trips." The feather was brushed down his omega's right side, over his hip and against his outer thigh in the same manner as it had been on the left.
Clu tapped the stick of the feather tickler lightly against his palm for a brief moment, keeping otherwise silent as he considered the last bit of information. A very specific list of things that he hadn't done, which were all well and good... but that still left some potential issues out. "No... you don't seem to be the type to make that sort of trouble," he finally said. The pointed emphasis made it clear he thought him perfectly capable of other sorts of trouble, however, even if he didn't say what sorts.
Moving on from the topic of former masters, he continued. "How frequent are your heats? And when was the last one?" He slipped the feather between his omega's legs, brushing it against his inner thighs, bringing it tantalizingly close to his guarded vagina. "And also, how did the dealers handle your heats when you had no proper Master? I know there are some who pass their heated stock around to a succession of random betas to make some extra money, while others just leave them a few toys or make them make do with only their hands." The feather was drawn out from between his omega's legs, deliberately brushing over his entire crotch along the way.
Another deceptively important question. If a slave had been passed around to multiple anonymous betas, he would need to be thoroughly examined medically before having any proper fun with his new Master, to be sure he brought no diseases along with him. But also, it would help his Master know what to expect, and when, as well as what sort of standards that he was used to. If any. There was no need to mention what a truly vindictive dealer or Master could do to an omega in heat.
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Within arms' reach was not a useful estimate in this position.
He couldn't see, but Master could, and so Clu looked down, made himself smaller to acknowledge that displeasure without trying to guess the source.
None of these people actually existed, but the game was on. Probably, Lucillus was a shitheel, or a cheat, or played too rough with his things. From the sound of it, it could have ended with him face-up in a gutter. Clu decided he'd be grateful indeed for a tip like that. Though he would--just barely--manage to keep it to himself for now.
He was almost ready to open his mouth, to press after what Master meant by that sort of trouble, when the feather struck again.
Clu jumped for the sudden gentle flutter against his leg, nothing contrived or even voluntary about the jerk of his wrists against the cuffs. His bonds and the slither of the unheld leash set off a soft musical clash of jewelry halfway down his body. Everything was connected. Almost everything.
"Ah!" He stilled, carefully, with only the least little hiss. Allowing himself a hopeful grin, just a flicker, carefully smoothed away again. "Very good, Master. I know a trick with mussels he might like."
It was difficult to think. Solder a board! How did he fight soft touches? And what was the question?
"I--They are always the same, Master. Every 93 days. It is, day, seventy," so slowly, dragging the integer through his teeth, "s-seven."
Literal truth was easier. It also showed that his handlers knew what they were doing, and had wrapped him up with a bow.
"They--" The stroke up his thigh had him trembling, but he didn't shrink away, instead bracing his legs just a bit wider, trying to lighten the pressure while offering. "Sir, I--"
Oh. Master, or Alpha. Might he let that slide, in his quest for the truth? Clu did squirm, then.
"Master," chagrined, deferential in self-correction, "they most often leave me with devices." Because there was no world in which betas would arrange their schedule around his needs. "But, also--"
(It was too good to let go of, and he twitched in his harness for being petted.)
"I am the close friend of six other dealers known to you, who consider my heat theirs for the upkeep." Not the horror show it could be. Still precarious--for one thing, if they snapped him by playing too hard, there was always another ready and waiting. And if he fouled this up, he'd be right back in their hands. "Their medical certificates should be available to you. And if you are, asking, what it's like--"
Of course he wasn't. Not strictly. But the idea of it, the concept of focused helplessness--that might hold some interest. Clu forged ahead, gone quiet and smoky with hunger.
"How it feels to be buried in hands eager for every inch of you? To have so much company you can't have air? And still to need, to crave like water, something they can't possibly give you."
"Please, Master," he shivered forward into the touch, "teach me what you enjoy. I can't wait to learn."
(no subject)
His smirk broadened though, at the way his omega reacted to the gentle touches. They were clearly serving their purpose, both inside and outside the scenario. The idea in both worlds was to get him incredibly turned on, of course. But while in reality, their mutual pleasure was the only real goal, within the scenario it also helped the Master not only to see how his new toy reacted to being played with, but also making it much more difficult for him to focus enough to deliberately lie.
He made a soft sound, half thoughtful and half approving at the length of time til his omega's next heat. His code brother's own cycles were much shorter, as they'd discovered, but the time until the next one was accurate. Not so soon that the Master would need to deal with it immediately or that there as any danger of a premature heat being triggered by the general upheaval of being forced into a new environment, but also not so far off that he would have long to wait. An excellent balance.
He noticed the faltering with his title, and debated saying something about it, but the immediate and chagrinned self-correction was enough. He had to suppress a soft, possessive growl at the thought of his omega being used like that- as Master, he wouldn't have had this one long enough to especially care, and he had asked- but at the same time, the idea of how desperately eager for an Alpha he would have been, how helplessly wanton, was a definite turn on.
He allowed only a small amount of that to creep into his voice when he next spoke though. "All in good time," he said. "Though for now, testing you is proving to be... diverting." There was a note there as well that would say that this was a pleasant surprise. The new slave was pleasing his Master by not just being more of the same.
"For now, I'll trust that my majordomo has taken care of what needs done medically before sending your to me." No sense interrupting fun for paperwork in any world, after all, though he made it sound as though he would still be double checking it later.
"Though I do wonder...", he said, taking hold of his end of the leash for the first time, and keeping hold of it in his free hand, connecting them somewhat for the first time in the scenario, "how long has it been for you, since an Alpha last had you in their bed? How long since you didn't feel empty, even with a cock in you?" He reached carefully around with the tickler, using the feather to caress his omega's ass even as he stood in front of him. "And have you ever fulfilled your other purpose as an omega? Have you ever been bred, either by your Alpha or by another slave?"
Because, biologically speaking, that was the purpose behind heat and rut, the purpose behind sex at all. And a slave that had already proven to be good 'breeding stock' would be a bonus for any Master, as any resulting offspring would either be more servants or could be sold for a profit. Or, if they proved to be Alphas, they could be potential heirs for his Master, which would likely net the slave that bore them preferential treatment and- if they were lucky- potentially even their freedom.
(no subject)
It made a good base to play from, and one that was gathering to an urgent and intense interest in his new circumstances. This was, of course, helped along by every delicate brush of sensation. Clu had no way of knowing where the next one was coming from, or when, and it shortened his breath, put a delicious shiver in him that wouldn't quite quit. Just listening to his alpha's words, focusing on and responding to his questions in a way that best fit their game, took up a share of his control.
Never mind the rest of it, not least the sharp-soft pulse of want where he was trying to rise to the occasion and just--couldn't, curled down into a snug curve by the steady pressure of the cage. It was almost like his code-brother had him firmly in hand. Certainly he had him at his mercy. It felt so good already, and he had so far to go.
Clu took a quick sharp breath and let that low note of approval wash down his spine. He focused on opening his hands--when had he clenched them?--in a bid to steady himself.
His code-brother granted their little game was diverting, warm delight on his tongue like he'd taken a sip of something good.
And Master had a question for him. The soft slither of metal was Clu's only cue that something else had changed, that his alpha must be standing in front of him. And the touches--Clu really did almost dance for him, then, a soft gasp pulled out of him on feather tips.
"I--!" Oh, oh, what would work here; he swallowed heavily, working to slow his breathing. Right now, he didn't have to imagine feeling empty, wet slit cooled to a tingle against the leather even as the sleeve in front tightened its grip.
"Oh, Master, I--" Nothing play-acted about the ache in his voice, "just, ah, just over a year."
Roughly four heats then, or five, if Master decided he should wait this one out. Not so long it was dangerous, but more than enough to drive him appreciative and starving into beta hands and keep him there. Definitely enough to make him eager for the chance at more. Ready not just to submit to anything, not just to accept however he was handled, but also eager to prove himself to his newest Master.
Who wanted to know if he had ever been used, in this system, for the purposes it asked of him.
Who wanted to know if he'd ever been bred.
The nubs of his confinement jabbed at him a little for that and he curled his toes tight in the carpet with a soft, urgent noise. An answer was expected.
"No. Mistress didn't want that part of me," he shook his head, lowered it, "but also forbade it to anyone else."
And his last house had gone the way of poor church mice. Which left one option. Clu opened his hands by sheer force of will, palms flat, beseeching.
"If you wish, Master, that's yours to do."
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It was probably almost time to move on to the next bit he had in mind. But he wanted to get in one last bit of teasing first. He allowed a note of sensual anticipation into his voice as he continued. "If you prove suitable, I may just," he said. He brought the tickler around to stroke it gently down over his omega's stomach. "Fill you full of my seed, until your belly is stretched round with the results of it, as I've done with others of my harem."
"Though over a year without an Alpha... even without heat in your blood, after so long without an Alpha, just the possibility of being with one again must be making you almost desperately eager. How your cock must be straining against its confinement, trying so very hard to rise." He stroked the tickler further down, brushing it over his omega's confined cock. "Your clitoris must be swollen to a hard little spike of need, just begging to be touched and teased." Again he continued the tickler downward, brushing it over the inside of his code brother's right thigh.
"And your slit... how hot and wet it must be, achingly empty and desperate to be filled." He stroked the feather tickler back up along the inside of his omega's left thigh.
"And since you've never been bred, you should be a nice, tight fit for my cock if I allow it." He stroked the tickler over his omega's entire crotch once more as he slowly pulled it out from between his legs. "Though... I believe I'd like to feel that for myself." He set the tickler down quietly on the bed, so his code brother wouldn't immediately know he no longer held it.
"Now, hold still," he said. And that was the only warning his omega got before Clu slipped his free hand between his omega's thighs and began carefully removing the perforated section of leather on the belt that shielded his omega's opening.
(no subject)
Out there? Couldn't have them. Shouldn't want them. Pretty sure he was morally obligated not to.
In here? Behind the gentle dark of the blindfold, nestled deep in the layers of their game?
Clu let out a soft whine, shifting his weight in a soft rattle of metal because he was ready to pass out just for the idea. He could feel the way that stroke rippled up every muscle in his middle from hips to chest, pooling heat in his navel and making his skin dance with the shiver of it. That had to be visible.
"Please," half entreaty. "Oh, Master, I--my maker had only sons. I should be the s-same."
Out of turn, but useful still, especially if Master were succession-minded.
Clu squirmed, pushed a harsh breath out, nodded frantically under the blindfold for every delicate, teasing suggestion his alpha made. He jumped in his cage for tiny soft touches and let out an entirely pent-up moan for the delicious, awful, slow drag of the feather, for the way it chased thwarted pleasure and hot fresh want sharp into the hollow down behind his middle.
For the first time Clu clutched at his bonds, trying to reach down that comically short lead with clawed fingers, straining to get loose and finding he couldn't. He could, of course--emergency releases existed for a reason--but that would end the game, full stop, and pack up everything they'd planned.
And he didn't nearly want free so much as he did to struggle, just enough to adapt. To overcome. To embrace his new circumstances--their new circumstances. Together.
(Just where was alpha? So much input, and not near enough data to tell Clu where it was coming from--)
He held still. He just barely held still.
He only held still for all values of still that did not include the leap of his throat, a bright hard cry of total want, or the tremor that had started deep in the muscle at the junction of his thighs.
"Hah!" Heat or not, game or not, his whole body was ready to give alpha anything he wanted to have. Clu was entirely on board with that. "Yes, Master."
(no subject)
It was devastatingly hot, and Clu had to bite back a soft growl of his own that would be out of place for his character. But unlike his code brother, there was nothing holding back his cock, which now stood at full attention, its head poking out of the waistband of his loose fitting lounge pants that didn't seem quite as loose now.
That begging was his code brother's first real infraction in their game too though, and he gave the lead a quick, sharp tug, pulling the collar up tight against the back of his omega's neck for a split second. A calculated amount of force; not enough to unbalance him, even in his current state, but enough to warn, to show his Master's displeasure. "You will speak only when spoken to," he said, much more clearly an order than it was last time.
But he quickly returned his attention to the task at hand, namely, removing the barrier between himself and his omega's opening. It took a moment to remove the perforated bit of faux-leather with one hand, but he was soon able to set it aside on the bed next to the tickler. He slipped his hand back between his omega's legs and lightly stroked the folds of his code-brother's pussy, pushing two fingers past the outer lips to just barely brush the opening itself.
"Well...", he said, his tone one of sensual amusement, "you are eager, aren't you?" As expected, he was hot and practically dripping with slick, and Clu could feel the flesh under his fingertips quivering with desire.
He withdrew his hand, taking a moment to lick his fingers clean, to savor the taste of his omega's need. "You've earned the privilege of having something to fill your emptiness," he said as he retrieved several toys from their box which had been left open and ready on a corner of the bed. "But with that privilege will come your next test."
The first toy was a simple bullet vibe, which he slid into place in the ball bag's waiting holder. "You've shown your honesty, now you must prove your endurance."
The next was a vibrating butt plug, turned off for the moment. He lubed up the bit to be inserted using his omega's own slick, before reaching around and slowly pushing it into him until it was both fully in place and snuggly fitted into the belt's attachment slot for such. "Every bit of you will be filled, filled and pleasured until your pleasure explodes out of you as it must."
Next, he slid a dildo with a soft, silicon surface up and into his omega's opening. It was the one that came with the belt, and it snapped into its place easily. It too could vibrate, though for the moment it was turned off. "But the test is that you must not come without my permission. You may speak only to ask for that permission, but unless I feel you've reached the limits of your endurance, I will not grant it. And if you ask too many times, I may choose to leave you on the knife-edge of need for even longer, so take care how you use that permission to speak. Do you understand?"
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The cadence was the same. He was well in hand, indeed.
It shot right down the mains, all his blood pounding southward even as he bowed his head. (Master told him to be quiet, and so would want action for an answer.)
He tried to stand very still for the sure, soft motion of deft questing fingers, so gentle, slid just over the core of him without dipping further inside.
This was not helped at all by a small, soft, wet noise he could barely hear; he could only guess as to the source, and his imagination was already running wild.
"Yes, Master," warmly, not having to work at all to sound as wanton as he felt. A little arch. Master did just ask him a question. Clu was just testing the test.
There was more test.
Clu shut his mouth.
The ball bag had worked a bit like a blindfold of its own, an anchoring patch of less-sensation between tickled hot spots. Until now. Even turned off, the added weight pulled a little, reminded him just how tightly he was wrapped. He bit down on a hiss of anticipation and widened his stance to try and ease the pressure.
Of course, this opened him up even more to alpha's touch--and alpha was giving him something, the firm and slightly grainy texture of silicone passed rhythmically across his slit. Clu squirmed into the touch, grateful for contact even on an angle just a little too high, and swallowing a whimper for the sudden loss of it.
Clu gasped to feel that hard weight pressed up behind him, into him. It slid neatly home, and that burned his whole face, scorched his cheeks with fascinated embarrassment: he was so ready that with a little help from alpha, he could prep himself.
Almost. There was real drag to it, a slight catch even in prepared, eager flesh. That wasn't going to fit. That wouldn't--oh.
It fit.
It fit, and it fit into its harness loop with a soft pop that tugged at him, hands scrabbling useless in his traces a second as he struggled to adjust. He wasn't hurt, just--very full. It was definitely there, and it would not be easy to ignore.
Another shiver climbed his spine and settled heavily in his stomach, prodding down his hooded cock: they weren't done. Clu let out a groan for it, a hard heavy note of pleasure, and closed down hungrily on the last of his alpha's offered toys.
He subsided to a soft, grateful hum for being all full, a thing they'd only tried with tongues and fingers until now. This was...more, and they were just getting started.
Clu clenched down on the dildo, the thing he had most control of, and listened thoroughly. They were simple instructions. Reasonable, even, on the surface. They'd played with permission before. Clu enjoyed it, both the way his code-brother reveled in having it and the way it stretched his own pleasure into something ecstatic.
But to play it here, as a slave, as an ornament hobbled, caged, and arranged to suit his Master's pleasure?
A thrill clenched in his guts, chased with hot, harsh determination.
"Master!" Sharp, hungry, solicitous. "Yes, I understand. I'll, do my best."
He wanted to see what his limits were, too.
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The slight smile widened to a grin at his code brother's somewhat cheeky answer to his largely rhetorical question. And at how wanton he sounded when he said it. Oh yes, there was no doubt that he was ready for the next bit. And it was going to be fun.
He noticed his code brother's reaction to the added weight of the small vibe in his ball bag. Clu made a mental note to asking if he'd liked that aspect of it afterwards, and whether he wanted to play more with that kind of added weight. As he'd discovered in their research into sexual playthings and accessories, apparently actual ball stretchers were a thing. For now though, it was only on aspect of the game, and there were others to move on to.
This time his omega did squirm down on the butt plug as Clu used his slick to lube it up, eager for the contact, no matter how fleeting. His surprised gasp as he pushed the toy into place, though, was gratifying. Clu glanced up at his omega's face for any signs of discomfort, but found the opposite as he scrabbled briefly at his bonds again, face flushed with desire. Full as he was now, he wasn't all full yet.
That came next, and the groan, the way his omega clenched down on the dildo sent a throb of desire straight to Clu's own cock. Once again, he had to bite back a growl that would be out of place for his character, but he couldn't entirely keep the heavy sensuality out of his voice as he finished his instructions.
He didn't bother to hold back the next small, pleased growl though, at his omega's answer and the tone of it. Give him a hint of how much his Alpha was enjoying their game, and how pleased his Master was with his performance thus far. "Good," he said. "Now kneel; your knees would likely buckle otherwise, and I don't like my toys being damaged unnecessarily." A safety precaution, both in and out of the game, as well as preparation for later.
Kneeling would likely take his code brother a moment, hampered as he was by his restraints, blindfold, and how full he was, and Clu used that moment to his advantage. He shifted the tickler over next to the box of toys, and put the bit of perforated leather inside the box for now, as he doubted they'd need it again this session. He also got out the four remote controls for the various vibrating toys on and in his omega before sitting down on the end of the bed.
Once his code-brother was in position, kneeling on the carpet, Clu gave a satisfied smile that he allowed to show in his voice. "The test begins now," he said. "Remember, until it ends, you may speak only to ask for permission to come."
Which toy to activate first, though. Should he go back to front? Front to back? No, he ultimately decided. Start with the least expected one. He pressed the button on one of the remotes, activating the small bullet vibe attached to the ball bag. Then, a moment later he turned on the vibrating butt plug, sending pulsing vibrations into his omega's ass.
There, he paused a moment. Let his omega deal with the new sensations. And let him anticipate what would be next.
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The bullet vibe sat heavily, kept pressure on the juncture where he entered the hood, a ridge of texture right at the bottleneck that dragged some blood back from his cock, helped him flag in a way that meant he'd be able to take a little more.
Alpha bid him kneel, lust leaching into his words, and Clu had to wipe the smirk off his face: it sounded like Master was having fun, too.
Clu almost answered back when the test started. Yes, Master was ready on his tongue--and then it dawned on him, through the gauze of growing pleasure, that it wasn't a question. Then he really smiled, tiny and sharp, and nodded instead with a hum.
Kneeling square wasn't happening--he couldn't reach a tabletop position on his own in the harness without reconfiguring it, and he'd agreed not to take it off unless they called the game: fire for red, or without prompting for an immediate emergency, which would also stop play.
No way. Not when it was getting good. If alpha wanted him all the way down there, flat on his face like a beggar, he'd just have to push him that way.
Instead Clu sat on his haunches, perched upward, too thoroughly occupied to rest his butt on his heels. It kept a slight arch in his lower back, poking in a way that made him sit forward, an open, inviting display that was part necessity.
Clu tried to listen, head tilted like it would help, hands resting flat on his own chest.
Alpha growled his pleasure, a hot, low tone he couldn't quite hold back anymore, and Clu twinged sharp in his hood. He could hear the rustling of his code-brother fishing around in the box, but it was distant under the spreading glorious ache. He pulled in a few deep, even breaths: it helped with the all-through pressure and spread the welcome current of satisfaction, the root pleasure of lacking nothing, all the way full. Certainly he was being indulged.
It felt--was safe even the right word--a deep, total comfort that had everything and nothing to do with the actual physical sensations.
Then his alpha flicked a switch, and all Clu's newfound calm slid off into a high, surprised sound held in by bitten lips.
That was different. All the way different. Kind of like getting licked, or just barely nibbled, or the gentle steady tap of fingernails; the same tingle he normally felt from the inside out being turned inward, instead, input faintly mechanical and constant as rain.
That was good. Oh, that was good. Master hadn't forbidden it, so Clu wiggled a little, gave the feeling somewhere to go other than down the aching tip of his cock.
Then his alpha turned on the butt plug.
Clu let out a yelp. He practically bounced, with a short, hard, guttural noise of pure lust, trying to get away and only succeeding in driving it further in. He wasn't hurt--he was too wet for that. Everything was very slick, moved way too easily, and felt way too good.
Master wouldn't want him blown on their first try. He moaned for it, trying to think.
Another unbidden whine escaped as he curled forward, a deliberate driving snap of his hips that rebounded amazingly, pulled out a sharp, shocked little cry. It poked, inside, nudged hard against some inner node that spangled light hot against the back of the blindfold. He gritted his teeth, feeling it slide down again, still humming away, rubbing into the delicate flesh separating it from the soft ridge of the toy trapped in between.
His cock tried to do something it could not do, and that was the strangest, most urgent sensation he'd ever experienced.
He managed to press his buzzing balls forward on his thighs, squeezing his legs together behind himself--more out of a driving need to get everything apart a bit, seeking a way to react to one thing at a time. The posture dragged his caged cock up and out, displayed without really being prompted.
"Ah!" Sounds were still on the menu, and he gave them forthright voice. "Hah!"
He shuddered. They still had so far to go.
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His omega's slightly awkward kneeling position was perfectly acceptable. Clu didn't think he'd be able to manage a traditional kneeling posture without help, and as long as he wasn't in danger of injury from his legs buckling, Clu wasn't worried about specifics for now.
Plus, he doubted that his code brother would be still for long anyway. A fact that was confirmed when he activated the first two devices. His omega wiggled eagerly at the sensation of the bullet vibe, but he yelped and practically bounced when he turned on the butt plug.
Those moans and cries and pure, lustful, wanton noises coming out of his omega seemed to send little licks of fire straight down to his own cock. It throbbed, and Clu had bite back both another pleased growl and the desire to take himself in hand; he needed both hands at the moment. They weren't even properly started yet, after all.
A moment's pause, just enough time for his code brother to get slightly used to the new sensations driving him, then Clu turned on the vibrating cock cage. Then little nubs found new life as vibrations surrounded and pulsed through his omega's cock, both pleasuring and restraining. Driving him to become hard as a rock and preventing him from getting even close to it. Truly trapping his cock in a cage of pleasure.
And a moment after that Clu flicked on the vibrating dildo and completed the trap. There was nowhere his omega could shift to now that wouldn't sharpen the vibrations pulsing into him, and there was no way to focus on only one part of it to deal with the sensations piecemeal. Each device vibrated at a slightly different pace and in a slightly different pattern, meaning that while they didn't quite blend together, they still formed an inescapable web of sensation around his omega's hips and groin.
The Master had his toy exactly where he wanted him. And he intended to enjoy that situation as long as possible.
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Thus, when Clu laid down to try and catch a nap, he expected to wake up with a massive boner. And his expectations were proven right; he was awakened both by feeling far too warm, even under a light sheet and by the fact that he was painfully hard, his cock throbbing out a second heartbeat. What he hadn't quite expected or been prepared for was the almost desperate urgency and core-deep need that accompanied his arousal. He wasn't just horny; he needed to fuck right now.
Specifically, he needed to fuck an omega right now. His omega. He could scent him and knew that his omega could certainly scent him too, especially in this state. Was the scent of his Alpha in rut getting him turned on too? Clu hoped so, because he wasn't in the mood for a lot of foreplay right then.
He was hard enough that getting up was difficult, and he groaned as the assistance of gravity pulling more blood downward seemed to make his cock throb even harder somehow, but a moment later he was stalking- and yes stalking was the only word for it- down the hall. Tracking the scent of his omega, in hopes of sating a desire just as primal as hunger.
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The cage shivered to life around him, and Clu jumped in place with a yelp.
"Hah!"
It was closing down on him, or he was pushing up on it: his cock wanted out and could not get there, the nubs rolling against him until every beat of his own blood was like a separate touch. It was the fine sharp drag of fingernails that wouldn't press down, wouldn't hurt him, but also absolutely were not letting him up all the way.
It was so tight.
"Ah," dragging in air only to try it again, pure frustrated hunger, "aaah!"
His head rolled back, throat jumping under the leash as he shifted restlessly. There was nothing to follow, no way to keep count or really anticipate what was coming, just always more. Pleasure looped up his spine, down, back and forth, nowhere to go that something wasn't thrumming through or against him. And he couldn't quite grind down on it like he wanted, like he needed, hips driving for that last inch of pressure almost by instinct. If he bore down, even just a little, it was game over.
Then alpha snapped the last switch.
"Oh," low, rough, like it was knocked out of him. He panted, mouth open, unable to make another sound until something wavered free from down deep, and that something sounded suspiciously like
"Oh, shit."
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Seeing his code brother in this state was incredibly hot, though, and he bit down on a very un-Masterly moan at all of it. The noises his omega was making, his increasingly desperate panting, his squirming and bobbing to try to keep some semblance of control, even his little slip up all made some deep, primal part of Clu want to rip that harness off and fuck him senseless. But that wouldn't come for awhile yet. He had a plan, and he intended to stick to it as much as possible.
But that didn't mean he couldn't work his desire of the moment into the game some other way. He managed to force his voice to sound sensual and amused rather than as eager as he felt, though he couldn't quite keep the husky edge of a slight growl out of it. "Well now," he said, "you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself. Perhaps I should truss you up like this just before your next heat; make a game of seeing how many times I can make you come each hour. Or perhaps... how long it takes before you're begging me to replace that dildo with what you truly want."
"Because even as full as you are, even being driven to the very edge by pleasure from all angles, I know that it's not enough for you. What you truly want, what every omega wants, is to be filled and fucked with an Alpha's big, hard cock. You want to feel it pounding into you again and again, stretching your pussy wide with its size, then wider still as their knot begins to swell. You want to feel it get tighter... and tighter... until they can barely manage to pull out any more, until finally they lock into place, exploding inside you and pumping you full of them. You want to be full of Alpha in every way.... with their cock... with their seed... with their offspring..."
"And more than anything else, you want that last and most precious gift. You want your Alpha to take you not just to their bed, but to themselves. When they fuck you, you want them to claim you in the way only an Alpha can. You don't just want to be their omega, you want to be bitten... you want to be their mate."
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So, if nothing else, they were well-versed in what to look for and how to inquire when it came to his code-brother's own needs: nutrition, rest, and personal time.
Clu had even done a little--call it side reading, like that would give Fit and Fashionable! or Omega Home Journal an academic sheen. The damned things did at least know, or claim to know, what your alpha was really thinking (Try Our Quiz, 37, right across from the recipe for caramel ripple cake) and while they were, what they were, they at least gave him something to do in the waiting room.
Most of it was junk. Some of it aligned with what the professionals had to say. And some of it was just, well, stereotyping, but based on all kinds of things neither of them had known about, because they were only now experiencing it.
Clu read all of them, neatly sorted by year and then by dominant cover color, before deciding what to memorize.
When his alpha came down with not a fever, Clu had the ibuprofen out for him. When the whole apartment started to take on a strong current of ozone and sugar, Clu had nosed into the kitchen to cook eggs his favorite way. It was supposed to make him feel like he'd earned the rewards of the hunt, or something--and actual medical science agreed that solid food was better, even if they'd never get used to it in a hurry.
When his code-brother snapped at him slightly and stomped off in search of a nap, Clu let him go. He'd left out some things alpha could take and take with him, if he decided, like some water and a nice blanket. It was important to give him some space--avoid asserting in his territory.
Not least because Clu was feeling it a little, too, an undercurrent of restless want dragged to the fore by that delicious, overpowering scent.
He straightened the coffee table for the eighth time (nothing was out of place; he did it again) and slunk off to his bedroom, shedding clothes outside in, ending in just a shirt. He didn't want to let go of it, needing to rub up to something soft in a way that was far less urgent than being in heat, but no less real. He settled on the bed without having to make a nest, not exactly curled up for sleep, but not quite content. Every surface wafted alpha back to him, a breath of sea and something rich and personal, whatever it was that was just him, magnified and perfect.
He couldn't help touching, feeling himself warm and swell for it, starting to slicken. Clu rolled away from the door, his back to it, and held on to the image of his code-brother's grin, stroking idly and picturing how serene his alpha looked in repose.
...It was too bad he was asleep.
If he stayed that way, Clu might just wake him.
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Of course, Master had no such restrictions, his alpha who knew, now, exactly how much Clu loved to hear from him. Who had seen and heard what this newest wrinkle in their little game was doing to him. Who could tell that caught was looping tight in his blood and still was gently nudging Clu through his paces.
Who was free to express himself however he chose, as alpha, as lord of the house, who knew his way through these things and knew better than Clu might himself everything a hungry servant starved of contact could long for.
Certainly, the thin healing scar tucked just under his collar prickled and burned for the idea, for how much he might want that chance. To give himself away, utterly, to one who would care for him in return--who might even exalt him to freedom.
Who might keep him, if they were mated.
"Ah!" Sharp, leaping off somewhere bright. "Oh, Master, please--" not quite right, not quite enough, even as he carved the title into lavish praise with his tongue, "aanh, Alpha, may I come?"
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Thankfully his omega wasn't far; just down the hall in his own room. But when he arrived in the doorway, what he saw made him pause for just a moment. Because his omega lay there, mostly undressed and fondling himself, as if preparing himself for his Alpha. It was an oddly sweet scene, and under other circumstances he may have just watched quietly for a few moments, enjoying the view. But at the moment? It was impossible to be quiet, seeing that.
His cock twitched and the urgent ache in his groin seemed to ratchet up several more notches in one go, drawing out a noise from deep in his core that was half groan, half growl. "Brother...", he said, crossing to the bed in a few eager strides, "that's my job." Four simple words, but the intent behind them was crystal clear. Get your hand out of the way and let him in there.
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At the moment, though he was far more aware of how the sensation of being caught and at his Alpha's mercy was looping through his omega, powered by the devices pouring pleasure into him and further stoked by his words. Words that dripped honey and smoke, spinning a potential scenario that he knew would push exactly the right nodes with his code brother, that that the slave might well give up his right arm for. Safety and freedom with a loving Alpha mate... surely that would be the dream of any omega slave.
And then there it was. A plea, mingled with his title that was made into ecstatic praise by its tone. Should he grant it though? He pondered just a moment, but no... not just yet. There was one last hand to play before the game moved on. And he could work the consequences of his recent infraction into it. "No," he said. "I think you can take a little more yet. And besides, you spoke out of turn again a moment ago. You'll endure the consequences by enduring until the absolute last moment. Until you feel you might explode if you don't come." And to make it even more difficult, Clu nudged the vibration intensity on both the dildo and the butt plug up a notch. He wouldn't be able to put it off much longer, he knew, but the noises his omega would undoubtedly make would make it completely worth it.
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He didn't know what he was feeling! But wow, was there a lot of it, and all of it had come to a boil, again, because he was thinking, again, about being mated.
The idea looked very good on paper. (He'd made diagrams. Some of them were even the kind with the little hearts, though he'd quickly destroyed those and dismissed them to the trash.)
They were good together, and not just at work--they excelled at little things like raking the yard, or big ones like...adjusting their tax profile and...distributing computing to a variety of worthy causes without leaving traces. Any task that could be broken into teamwork didn't stand a chance. And they hung out together most of the time. Some of that was this weird new world and its weird idea that he needed, or at least should have, a chaperone, but mostly it was just how easy they found it to be in each others' company. To talk, to laugh, to swap memes in the break room when they really should have been doing something else. To spend whole afternoons curled up and doing nothing, breathing lazily against each other over the dull roar of the tv.
And they enjoyed each other. Every bit of each other. On every surface in the house. Repeatedly.
So after his fourth compromising and sticky sparkly vampire princess mating-bite dream in as many heats, Clu was almost ready to just bite his code-brother, instead. Except it was a huge commitment. And they'd been working, very thoroughly, on all the permutations of consent and how important all of them were.
Just because he wanted it, didn't mean the alpha wanted it from him.
And his code-brother was the real deal: smart, kind, funny, and almost maddeningly patient, except when he was being mischievous instead. He had so much to offer someone.
Clu himself did not have those traits. He knew he didn't. Would it even be fair, to ask him for his mark?
Would his directive compel him to say yes?
...Would Clu even be able to stop himself if that turned out to be the case? And how could they live with each other, if it did?
Clu sighed and made a point of gently finishing up, carefully arranging every single dish, delicate against his urge to throw at least one. It wasn't the forks' fault he was in this mess. These thoughts were all his own. He was the one not talking about them, too far down in his own logic loops to actually say anything.
He made cocoa, instead. Sure he'd just had tea, but there was always room for more, and they almost always drank this together. Besides, it would steel his nerves.
"Hey!" Bright, pleased, a cheerful bellow calibrated to get his attention, neck craned toward the living room. "Dude! I'm making chocolate! You want?"
The most successful opening gambit in the history of conversation. His code-brother would never knew what hit him.