Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Warnings: Male/Male; Master/Sub; Flogging
Word Count: 500
Written For: slavefics Comment Fic Challenge (Prompt at End of Fic)
Crossposted: ncisfanfic; ncis_fic; gibbs_dinozzo; ncis_slash; ncis_spankyfic
Summary: Release can come in many forms...
He shivered as he felt the braids of the flogger drag across his freshly shaved skin. The pattern being drawn was random as far as he could tell, but it was working progressively downward on his body. As it trailed over his abdomen, he tried to move in an attempt to squirm away from its ultimate goal. However, the bonds held him tight. Leather circled his wrists and ankles, holding him place for the whims of his Master. Soon, the braids were trailing his erect cock and he was unable to hold back the moan. A seductive laugh from above him left him blushing as he felt warm breath tickle his ear.
"You're perfect like this. All tied up and no way out until I'm done with you."
The voice stopped as a light sting hit the top of his thigh, mere inches from his aching cock. Moments later, a matching sting graced the opposite leg and he tried to move again. He wasn't sure if he was moving away from the torture or toward it.
"What would the others think if they saw you like this? Willingly letting me tie you up and give you want you need? You need this, don't you? You want me to wrap you so tight you can't escape. Spank you until your skin is all red and shiny. Fuck you until all you feel in your ass every minute of every day is my hard dick."
He wanted to deny it. He wanted to tell his Master to go fuck himself. He wanted to turn the tables and be the one in charge, but he knew he couldn't. Instead, he moaned around the gag in his mouth and thrust his hips forward as best he could, looking for any kind of relief. He found it.
The flogger came down on his skin in a barrage of hits, some hard, some soft, but each one was just what he needed. He was on the brink of coming and knew that if he did, his Master would be disappointed. He tried to stave off the inevitable, but the last blow landed on his cock and he cried as his come pulsed forward, coating his stomach.
He came back to his senses when he felt a finger trailing across his stomach, leaving a path through his drying come. The finger traveled up his chest and then dipped along side the gag and into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the finger, wiping it clean. Then the hand left his mouth and all too soon, he felt the fingers pinching and twisting a nipple to hardness. He shuddered when he heard the voice of his Master take on the tone that told him to expect punishment.
"It's your own fault you know. You should be able to keep this hard and weeping until I tell you to release it."
He felt his Master's other hand grasp his spent cock and lightly squeeze it.
"Got it, Boss?"
Prompt: In private, s/he's dominant - in public, the other person is. - lothy