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shadowhiveAwakening
Pairing: Brandon Saller/Eret
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boot kink, sex work
Notes: I blamecarrythefire for linking me to the Warrior vid and also Eret for… being Eret (so I smushed both thoughts together). It’s wild this is the first proper Eret fic when I’ve had two planned for months oop (especially since in one of those they’re a sex worker too oop!). (Also the brief guest appearance in this wasn’t intentional but he invited himself).
I wanted to do a few one shot wips before focussing on longer stuff again and, well this has ended up fairly long
When Brandon came up with the idea for the Warrior music vid it was so the others could let out all their frustration about Alex being kicked out of the band. He knew that there was a lot of anger and resentment towards their former singer, certainly he had it too, so he felt that it would be good for them to let it all out. His idea had been for them to use him as a punching bag because he felt partly responsible for letting Alex keep being a dick.
It went as well as he hoped, everyone seemed to have been able to release their stress and the band did seem better for having done it.
What he didn’t expect was to get a boner from it.
At the time he ignored it, which was easy to do due to the of mix of adrenaline and pain from the various kicks and punches his band had given him. However, the events of the video kept playing back in his head, especially when he was alone. Sometimes it would come to him when he was jerking off, thinking about something else entirely, only for the imagery to get replaced by the memory of pain and the band standing over him. Sometimes it would play out just like the video did, with a flurry of blows and a boot on his head, but other times they would follow it up by doing their flies and pulling out their dicks.
Brandon wasn’t exactly sure what to do with this. He had hoped that the imagery would fade, that it was a passing thing, but it was months later and the images were just as explicit as ever, if not more so.
One thing he knew that he couldn’t do was tell the band. He didn’t want to make things awkward, or, worse, that they would laugh at him. He knew he had to do something with these thoughts though, because doing nothing wasn’t helping his situation
***
“You know what I think would help?” Brandon had decided to bite the bullet and let someone know about these images which were swirling in his brain. The person he had finally decided to confide in was Jay James. It hadn’t exactly been intentional, he’d called to congratulate him on his announcement of joining Kill The Lights and it just… slipped out in the conversation afterward.
“What should I do?” He asked, looking at his laptop screen and Jay’s smiling face, which was so far away.
“It’s simple man, you need to get this out of your system. You need to find someone you can trust and just… get them to beat the shit out of you or whatever it is you want.” Jay’s smile turned into a slight smirk. “I’d offer, but between band practice and touring…”
“Yeah, thanks.” Brandon considered, trying to work out who he could trust with this. He’d already ruled out bringing it up with the rest of the band and the same reasoning also ruled out most of his other friends. Jay was far enough removed that he’d have been a good option, which made him wish he’d come to him sooner. Trust him to finally bring it up to someone willing and them not being available. “Trouble is I dunno who I could. I don’t wanna make things awkward with people.”
“That’s fair. Hmm.” Jay rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “What about a professional then?” Brandon blinked and the confusion must’ve been clear on his face as Jay let out a soft chuckle. “I mean a sex worker.”
“Oh.” He felt his cheeks heat up, the thought never having occurred to him.
“Yeah, I did a little bit of it before I got the call from Moose.” Again Brandon’s surprise must have been clear because Jay waved it off. “So surely there must be someone out there who does it. You just have to find the person that’s a good fit for you.”
“Thanks man you’ve given me a lot to think about.”
***
Brandon turned the idea over in his mind a few times. It had felt like a lot to put onto a stranger so he’d been reluctant to do it. He had hoped that just talking about it with Jay, just getting the idea out to someone, would help but it didn’t. If anything the fantasies were getting more intense, more explicit. Jay was there too now, with his boot on his head, pinning Brandon down.
That had become the common thing in all his fantasies and thoughts now, someone’s boot on his head. Not just on his head either, but on other parts of his body.
So he decided to look into it and he found a few people. Some did online only stuff, which sounded intriguing but he knew wouldn’t work. Listening to someone say they’d do those things to him would be hot sure, but what he wanted was to feel it.
Brandon found a site for someone called Eret. The unusual name piqued his interest right away and then the pictures. The first few were good enough, with them in sexy, but fairly casual outfits though he found his eyes drifting to the boots they wore. And there were a few more fancy outfits, including a dress, a pirate outfit and then in fancy robes, though none of those were full body shots. And then there was the last pic of them, in fancy dress that had a corset and boots with large heels. He wondered how they’d feel pressed against him.
It took a little while, and some encouragement from Jay, before he finally sent them a message.
Within an hour he received a reply.
There was a bit of back and forth, which resulted in a date being settled on a week later. Brandon was nervous but at the same time he was excited. And also hopeful, that this would get this out of his system.
***
Brandon’s heart was hammering in his chest as he stood out the door at the address he’d been told to go to, which had ended up being at an apartment building in the city. He was a little early so he wasn’t sure if he should just wait until the time or if he should ring the doorbell. After all it would be rude if someone else was having a session before him and he’d just interrupt them, that would be a terrible first impression.
Then again would they still be with someone this close to his time? This wasn’t exactly like an appointment anywhere else where they could just see someone else right after a previous client.
He was just about to press the doorbell when the door opened and there they were. The outfit they wearing was one of the more casual ones, jeans with boots, and a black top with fish netting over their arms and belly. “Are you going to stand out there all day?” Their voice wasn’t what he expected it to be, it was a deep British accent, but he tried to hide his surprise.
“I wasn’t sure if I should, since I’m so early.”
“Mmm.” Eret replied, looking him up and down before stepping aside, holding the door open. “You better come in.”
“Thanks.” Brandon nodded and stepped inside, hearing the door close behind him. The entrance hall he found himself in looked so ordinary, but then he wasn’t sure what he expected it to look like.
“Can I get you anything or do you just want to get started?” They asked as they moved past him to stand in front of him, a slight smile on their lips.
“I wanna get started.”
“I thought as much.” Their lip quirked into a smirk and they turned, leading him further down the corridor before stopping at a door. “Now what is your safe word?”
They’d already discussed it, so Brandon guessed they were just checking it was still the same, or wanted to hear him say it. “Warrior.” It felt fitting to use the title of the song that had started this mess.
“Good.” They nodded, seemingly pleased by his response. “Remember to use it whenever you feel uncomfortable or want to stop. You still want this to go as discussed?”
“Yes.” Brandon replied, swallowing, his heart beating a little quicker in his chest in anticipation.
“Good, because once we are through this door you’re going to do exactly as I say understand?”
“Yes…” He paused, sure that he should call them something but not sure what.
They must have read his expression or maybe they had seen it before on someone because they spoke up. “Master or mistress will do. Ready?”
“Yes mistress.” Brandon replied and they smiled before opening the door and heading inside. He took a deep breath before following them inside
The room was smaller than he would have expected and sparsely furnished. Across from the door there was an ornate chair, which Eret went and sat in, and he could see that there was a chest beside it. Beside the door there was an empty basket, but otherwise there was nothing else. “Get naked and put your clothes in the basket. Now.”
“Yes Master.” He replied, then began to remove his clothing, starting with his t-shirt, a plain black one, which he took off and put in the basket. As he crouched down to remove his shoes he spared a glance at Eret, who was now reclined in the chair with one leg over their other. He tried not to get distracted by the booted foot, instead focussing on removing his own.
Once Brandon removed his shoes and socks he added them to the basket, then reached up and popped the button of his flies before his fingers moved to his zipper. He quickly tugged it down, then his pants were pushed down to the floor. He took a breath, then his boxers followed and he stepped out of them, crouching down and picking them up, putting the rest of his clothing away in the basket. Now he was fully naked he stood, with his hands by his sides, looking over at them.
Their head was resting against one of their hands, their eyes looking him over from behind their glasses. They made a motion with their free hand, turning it in a circle. “Turn around, let me get a good look at you.”
Brandon nodded wordlessly and started to slowly turn on the spot so that they could get a good look at him. He’d send them a few pics of himself in their e-mails but he wasn’t particularly good at taking pictures of himself. He stopped when he was facing away from them, giving them a few moments to examine his back and ass, before shuffling around to face them fully again.
Their expression was unchanged as they looked him over again, making another motion with their hand. “Get on your knees worm.”
Brandon bit back a gasp at the word, his dick twitching between his legs and he sank down to his knees before the chair. He noticed their lip quirked into a smirk as he did so, though he soon bowed his head. “Good, you know your place.” He heard the shift their stance and he saw their boot move in front of his face. “Kiss it.”
Wordlessly Brandon leaned in, planting his lips on the end of the boot. He’d never kissed anyone’s shoe before, but he’d thought about it so much that it didn’t feel like the first time. He kissed it a second time, in a slightly different place, then looked up at them for further instructions, not wanting to overstep. The angle of their foot changed slightly so their sole was in front of his face. “Now, lick.”
“Yes Mistress.” Brandon whispered softly, then leaned in and started to work, extending his tongue and lapping at the sole. The sole was completely clean, so all he could taste was the rubber as he licked at the ridges. He had to admit there was a small part of him that was slightly disappointed that there wasn’t dirt, but he pushed that thought away as he focussed on licking from the toe of the sole to the heel.
After a few minutes the foot was moved away out of his face. “Hmmm.” He wasn’t sure if that sound was one of approval or not but he hoped it was the former. When he dared to look up their expression was unreadable and he wasn’t sure if that was annoying or hot. After a few more moments of silence they spoke up again, in that deep voice of theirs. “Passable. If you continue to do well next time you can give my more heavy duty boots some attention.”
Instantly Brandon’s mind sparked, thinking of the images of them in their boots from their site. They had at least three different pairs from the pictures, other than the ones they were wearing, and he wondered which one they had in mind to offer him next time. The thing high ones? The white ones with sparkles? The one with a stiletto heel?
The sound of their fingers clicking in front of his face bought him back to the moment and they smirked. “Thought I’d lost you there.” Their lips had quirked into an amused smile, the first one he’d seen since he’d got there.
Brandon felt his cheeks heat up slightly. “Sorry…”
“It’s ok. I know the effect boots can have on people.” The friendly smile stayed there for a few moments then it was gone, replaced by that slightly unreadable expression. They leaned back in their seat and the shoe returned to his view, though this time it was against his forehead, applying pressure. He got the wordless message. He adjusted his stance, so that now his head was pressed against the floor the shoe pinning his head down. “You’re such a slut, going down so easily like this.” Brandon felt their left shoe press against his back and he couldn’t help but let out a groan, hearing them chuckle. “You know your place is under my feet don’t you?”
“Yes master.” He replied, letting out a gasp as the foot on his back pressed down harder. His cock ached again, needy and desperate.
The boot on his head moved from it, until it was on the floor beside him and he had to bite back a sound of disappointment from the loss of the pressure. They got up from their seat and the foot moved from beside his head, going onto his back. He stayed completely still, not wanting to cause them to fall as they walked over his back. It felt strange, having the full weight of a person on him like this, but it was also intense.
As they moved they took small steps along his back and when they got to his lower back, just above his ass, they shifted so their feet were on the backs of his thighs. Then they were on the floor and the pressure was gone. He was sure that he’d be feeling that for awhile, but that had to be one of the hottest things he’d ever had done to him and he knew he’d be jerking off to it a lot later.
They circled around him again and then he heard them return to their seat before him. “Look at me.” Brandon turned his head, so that he was staring up at them. The smile had returned to their face and he couldn’t help but think how much it suited them. “You did good slut, better than most first time.” He felt a twinge of pride at that, which went straight between his legs. “How do you feel?”
“Good mistress, a little achy but good.” Brandon replied, keeping his voice soft. They nodded, smirking as they sat back in their seat, staring down at him while they ran their fingers over his head. He suspected if he had hair they’d tangle their fingers in it and yank on it and the thought made him consider growing his hair out again, if only for a moment.
“Good.” They spread their legs wide and Brandon’s eyes couldn’t help but drift to their crotch and the noticeable bulge there. They let out a soft chuckle and he was sure he was blushing. “You did a good enough job that you can choose where this goes.” They groped themselves through the denim, looking down at him. “So where’s it to be slut?”
“Ass. I want it in my ass Mistress.” The words left his lips before he even had a chance to think, not that it would have a difference if he had.
Another chuckle left their lips and they looked him over. “I should have guessed. Big strong men like you are always the neediest sluts.” They rose from their seat again, their fingers working to undo the zipper and button of their flies, pushing the denim down to their feet. Their dick was straining inside the black fabric of a pair of panties and he felt himself drool a little. “See, you’re so desperate. Pull must panties down with your teeth.”
“Yes Master.” Brandon whispered, then leaned in and carefully took the fabric between his teeth. As gently as he could he pulled them down, revealing their cock as he did so. He only properly looked at it when he’d got their underwear down to their knees. They were big, almost as big as his own which he had to admit surprised him, but it just made him more eager to be filled. He took their panties between his lips again, pulling it down to their feet before shifting back onto his knees.
“Good boy.” They sounded pleased as he looked up at them, a slight smirk on their face. “Open.”
Brandon did as he was told, parting his lips wide and he felt their hands on his head, guiding him to their erection. They didn’t push him down on it like he probably expected, so he took a breath wrapped his lips around them and took them down. He managed to get them about half way down before he had to move back until just the head was there, before diving back down on them.
He wasn’t a natural cocksucker as he still had his gag reflex and he hadn’t had much opportunity to practice. He knew that for some people finding hookups on tour and such was easy but he always found it hard.
He shook the thought away before he could dwell on it further, looking up at them as he took more into his mouth, squeezing his lips and lapping at their shaft. They made soft sounds of pleasure as he did, which made him feel proud and he felt their hands tap his head. He imagined if he had hair they’d be tugging on it, so he pulled off their cock looking up at him.
“Good, now get into position.” Brandon nodded, adjusting his stance again so that he was on all fours. As he did that Eret stepped out of their underwear and jeans, grappling something from the small table beside the chair. He assumed it was lube, though he didn’t get a chance to see as they moved out of his eyeline.
He heard sounds, the pop of lube being opened, then fingers being slicked up. Brandon waited with bated breath as they got ready, the anticipation making him ache. He felt a hand on his ass, spreading the cheeks apart, then he felt slick fingers against his opening. He took another breath and then two of them sank into him.
Brandon couldn’t stop the moan escape his lips as he was filled, his eyelids fluttering as they filled him. He’d fingered himself before, especially the past few days to be sure he’d be ready for this, but it always felt better to him when it was someone else doing it.
As soon as their fingers were all the way inside him they set to work opening him up. That was done by a mix of twisting and spreading them, and he had to swallow a moan as the tips occasionally caught his spot.
It wasn’t long before the two fingers were joined by a third, the three of them stretching him open even further. He let out a soft groan, his eyes kidding as he enjoyed the feeling of the fingers inside him. It was no surprise that they clearly knew what they were doing and he had a feeling that they had probably made someone cum with their fingers alone.
After a few more moments they were removed from him and the loss almost made him whine. “I think you’re ready for me now.” He heard the lube being opened again and he could picture them drizzling it along their length.
“Yes mistress.” He replied voice soft as he braced himself.
They chuckled softly and he felt their hands on his ass again, pulling his cheeks apart to expose his open hole. “I’m going to fuck you now and you’re not going to cum until I’m done, do you understand?”
“Yes master.”
As soon as he those words left his lips they thrust into him, making Brandon moan in pleasure. Being filled with fingers, as talented as they were, was one thing but being filled by a dick was even better. Their hands shifted to grip his hips and they started to move their hips, fucking him steadily. “Mmm you feel so good slut.” Their deep voice was surprisingly even, despite how they thrusting into him every few words and somehow that made it even hotter. “This is where you should always be, on all fours with a dick inside you, isn’t that right slut?”
“Yes mistress.” He nodded with another moan as they thrust harshly into him. The thought certainly appealed to him and he’d definitely love to be in this position more often.
Their right hand trailed up his body, along his aching back, their fingers occasionally pressing into his skin where they had stood on him. When their fingers arrived at his head they pushed it down into the small pile of clothing they’d removed. He groaned as the scent of them filled his nostrils which only made his dick ache more between his legs. Part of him wanted to reach down, to furiously jerk himself off until he came over the floor but a bigger part of him was able to quash that down, his hands staying where they were.
The hand on his head stayed there for a few moments, maybe longer, before going back down his body, to return to a place on his hip. Already he could feel that their movements were a little rougher and he hoped that meant they were close. Not because he wanted this to end sooner, but because he needed to feel them fill him.
“Soon I’m going to be painting your insides like you deserve.” They thrust into him roughly as they spoke, their fingers gripping his hips tighter. “And you better not make a mess.”
“Yes mistress.” Brandon replied, though his words were muffled by the underwear in his face. He closed his eyes, trying not to let all the sensations overwhelm him. Their scent surrounding him, the feeling of them thrusting in and out of him, the ache in his face, the fingers holding his hips, the soft grunts and moans that were leaving their lips.
“Fuck, here it comes slut.” Brandon felt relief at the words, as they slammed into him one last time, stilling as they came deep inside him. He was glad, not just because it felt amazing to be filled, but also because he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hold off much longer.
They pulled out of him, then circled around him, returning to the seat in front of him. “Get back on your knees in front of me.” Their voice sounded a little breathless now and, as Brandon shifted into position he could see sweat making their skin glisten between the fishnets and their cock was softening between their legs. There looked him over again, and he felt their gaze linger on his cock which was still a hard and aching. “Good, you didn’t cum.” Their booted foot moved from the floor, running along his leg towards his cock. “You can cum now.” They said the words as the boot pressed against him, the heel against his balls, the sole against his cock.
Brandon let out a desperate moan shooting hard across the rubber of the sole. They chuckled again, pressing the boot against him for a few more moments before moving it away until it was before his face. “Clean up your mess.” Brandon panted softly as he looked at the sticky mess he made, which he was sure was more than he ever had before. He instantly extended his tongue, swiping his tongue along the rubber, the salty taste of his cum making him let out another moan.
He kept licking across the sole, taking his time to get every drop of his mess, not wanting to disappoint them. Even when he was sure he was done he gave the sole another few licks just to be on the safe side, before leaning back and looking up at them.
“Good boy.” They smiled, settling back in there and he returned the smile feeling slightly dazed from his orgasm. There was a few moments of silence between them, which he used to catch his breath, then they spoke again. “So what did you think? Was that good for you?” Their tone was slightly different now, less commanding, more conversational and he could tell that meant the session was over.
“Yeah.” He nodded when he found his voice, resisting the urge to add a master or mistress after the word. “That was, fuck, that was so amazing.” He smiled as they reached down, stroking his head. “Thank you, that was the hardest I’ve cum in… ever.”
They chuckled softly again, grinning down at him. “Well I’m glad. Now come on, let’s get you dressed and we can get you something to drink.” They got up from their seat, stopping to grab their clothing, pulling their underwear back up their legs. “And then we can discuss what you want to do in your next session, assuming that you want one of course.”
“Yeah, yeah I do.” He got up to his feet which felt strange after being down there for so long and he stretched a bit before going to retrieve his clothes.
“Good. I’ll be waiting in the other room, through first door on the right.” They smiled at him, now fully dressed again and they walked past him to the door. “I’ll even have the boots out for you to pick from for next time.”
If Brandon hadn’t just cum a few minutes ago he’d have probably been hard again and they flashed him a grin before leaving him to get dressed. “Fuck.”
Pairing: Brandon Saller/Eret
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boot kink, sex work
Notes: I blame
carrythefire for linking me to the Warrior vid and also Eret for… being Eret (so I smushed both thoughts together). It’s wild this is the first proper Eret fic when I’ve had two planned for months oop (especially since in one of those they’re a sex worker too oop!). (Also the brief guest appearance in this wasn’t intentional but he invited himself). I wanted to do a few one shot wips before focussing on longer stuff again and, well this has ended up fairly long
When Brandon came up with the idea for the Warrior music vid it was so the others could let out all their frustration about Alex being kicked out of the band. He knew that there was a lot of anger and resentment towards their former singer, certainly he had it too, so he felt that it would be good for them to let it all out. His idea had been for them to use him as a punching bag because he felt partly responsible for letting Alex keep being a dick.
It went as well as he hoped, everyone seemed to have been able to release their stress and the band did seem better for having done it.
What he didn’t expect was to get a boner from it.
At the time he ignored it, which was easy to do due to the of mix of adrenaline and pain from the various kicks and punches his band had given him. However, the events of the video kept playing back in his head, especially when he was alone. Sometimes it would come to him when he was jerking off, thinking about something else entirely, only for the imagery to get replaced by the memory of pain and the band standing over him. Sometimes it would play out just like the video did, with a flurry of blows and a boot on his head, but other times they would follow it up by doing their flies and pulling out their dicks.
Brandon wasn’t exactly sure what to do with this. He had hoped that the imagery would fade, that it was a passing thing, but it was months later and the images were just as explicit as ever, if not more so.
One thing he knew that he couldn’t do was tell the band. He didn’t want to make things awkward, or, worse, that they would laugh at him. He knew he had to do something with these thoughts though, because doing nothing wasn’t helping his situation
***
“You know what I think would help?” Brandon had decided to bite the bullet and let someone know about these images which were swirling in his brain. The person he had finally decided to confide in was Jay James. It hadn’t exactly been intentional, he’d called to congratulate him on his announcement of joining Kill The Lights and it just… slipped out in the conversation afterward.
“What should I do?” He asked, looking at his laptop screen and Jay’s smiling face, which was so far away.
“It’s simple man, you need to get this out of your system. You need to find someone you can trust and just… get them to beat the shit out of you or whatever it is you want.” Jay’s smile turned into a slight smirk. “I’d offer, but between band practice and touring…”
“Yeah, thanks.” Brandon considered, trying to work out who he could trust with this. He’d already ruled out bringing it up with the rest of the band and the same reasoning also ruled out most of his other friends. Jay was far enough removed that he’d have been a good option, which made him wish he’d come to him sooner. Trust him to finally bring it up to someone willing and them not being available. “Trouble is I dunno who I could. I don’t wanna make things awkward with people.”
“That’s fair. Hmm.” Jay rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “What about a professional then?” Brandon blinked and the confusion must’ve been clear on his face as Jay let out a soft chuckle. “I mean a sex worker.”
“Oh.” He felt his cheeks heat up, the thought never having occurred to him.
“Yeah, I did a little bit of it before I got the call from Moose.” Again Brandon’s surprise must have been clear because Jay waved it off. “So surely there must be someone out there who does it. You just have to find the person that’s a good fit for you.”
“Thanks man you’ve given me a lot to think about.”
***
Brandon turned the idea over in his mind a few times. It had felt like a lot to put onto a stranger so he’d been reluctant to do it. He had hoped that just talking about it with Jay, just getting the idea out to someone, would help but it didn’t. If anything the fantasies were getting more intense, more explicit. Jay was there too now, with his boot on his head, pinning Brandon down.
That had become the common thing in all his fantasies and thoughts now, someone’s boot on his head. Not just on his head either, but on other parts of his body.
So he decided to look into it and he found a few people. Some did online only stuff, which sounded intriguing but he knew wouldn’t work. Listening to someone say they’d do those things to him would be hot sure, but what he wanted was to feel it.
Brandon found a site for someone called Eret. The unusual name piqued his interest right away and then the pictures. The first few were good enough, with them in sexy, but fairly casual outfits though he found his eyes drifting to the boots they wore. And there were a few more fancy outfits, including a dress, a pirate outfit and then in fancy robes, though none of those were full body shots. And then there was the last pic of them, in fancy dress that had a corset and boots with large heels. He wondered how they’d feel pressed against him.
It took a little while, and some encouragement from Jay, before he finally sent them a message.
Within an hour he received a reply.
There was a bit of back and forth, which resulted in a date being settled on a week later. Brandon was nervous but at the same time he was excited. And also hopeful, that this would get this out of his system.
***
Brandon’s heart was hammering in his chest as he stood out the door at the address he’d been told to go to, which had ended up being at an apartment building in the city. He was a little early so he wasn’t sure if he should just wait until the time or if he should ring the doorbell. After all it would be rude if someone else was having a session before him and he’d just interrupt them, that would be a terrible first impression.
Then again would they still be with someone this close to his time? This wasn’t exactly like an appointment anywhere else where they could just see someone else right after a previous client.
He was just about to press the doorbell when the door opened and there they were. The outfit they wearing was one of the more casual ones, jeans with boots, and a black top with fish netting over their arms and belly. “Are you going to stand out there all day?” Their voice wasn’t what he expected it to be, it was a deep British accent, but he tried to hide his surprise.
“I wasn’t sure if I should, since I’m so early.”
“Mmm.” Eret replied, looking him up and down before stepping aside, holding the door open. “You better come in.”
“Thanks.” Brandon nodded and stepped inside, hearing the door close behind him. The entrance hall he found himself in looked so ordinary, but then he wasn’t sure what he expected it to look like.
“Can I get you anything or do you just want to get started?” They asked as they moved past him to stand in front of him, a slight smile on their lips.
“I wanna get started.”
“I thought as much.” Their lip quirked into a smirk and they turned, leading him further down the corridor before stopping at a door. “Now what is your safe word?”
They’d already discussed it, so Brandon guessed they were just checking it was still the same, or wanted to hear him say it. “Warrior.” It felt fitting to use the title of the song that had started this mess.
“Good.” They nodded, seemingly pleased by his response. “Remember to use it whenever you feel uncomfortable or want to stop. You still want this to go as discussed?”
“Yes.” Brandon replied, swallowing, his heart beating a little quicker in his chest in anticipation.
“Good, because once we are through this door you’re going to do exactly as I say understand?”
“Yes…” He paused, sure that he should call them something but not sure what.
They must have read his expression or maybe they had seen it before on someone because they spoke up. “Master or mistress will do. Ready?”
“Yes mistress.” Brandon replied and they smiled before opening the door and heading inside. He took a deep breath before following them inside
The room was smaller than he would have expected and sparsely furnished. Across from the door there was an ornate chair, which Eret went and sat in, and he could see that there was a chest beside it. Beside the door there was an empty basket, but otherwise there was nothing else. “Get naked and put your clothes in the basket. Now.”
“Yes Master.” He replied, then began to remove his clothing, starting with his t-shirt, a plain black one, which he took off and put in the basket. As he crouched down to remove his shoes he spared a glance at Eret, who was now reclined in the chair with one leg over their other. He tried not to get distracted by the booted foot, instead focussing on removing his own.
Once Brandon removed his shoes and socks he added them to the basket, then reached up and popped the button of his flies before his fingers moved to his zipper. He quickly tugged it down, then his pants were pushed down to the floor. He took a breath, then his boxers followed and he stepped out of them, crouching down and picking them up, putting the rest of his clothing away in the basket. Now he was fully naked he stood, with his hands by his sides, looking over at them.
Their head was resting against one of their hands, their eyes looking him over from behind their glasses. They made a motion with their free hand, turning it in a circle. “Turn around, let me get a good look at you.”
Brandon nodded wordlessly and started to slowly turn on the spot so that they could get a good look at him. He’d send them a few pics of himself in their e-mails but he wasn’t particularly good at taking pictures of himself. He stopped when he was facing away from them, giving them a few moments to examine his back and ass, before shuffling around to face them fully again.
Their expression was unchanged as they looked him over again, making another motion with their hand. “Get on your knees worm.”
Brandon bit back a gasp at the word, his dick twitching between his legs and he sank down to his knees before the chair. He noticed their lip quirked into a smirk as he did so, though he soon bowed his head. “Good, you know your place.” He heard the shift their stance and he saw their boot move in front of his face. “Kiss it.”
Wordlessly Brandon leaned in, planting his lips on the end of the boot. He’d never kissed anyone’s shoe before, but he’d thought about it so much that it didn’t feel like the first time. He kissed it a second time, in a slightly different place, then looked up at them for further instructions, not wanting to overstep. The angle of their foot changed slightly so their sole was in front of his face. “Now, lick.”
“Yes Mistress.” Brandon whispered softly, then leaned in and started to work, extending his tongue and lapping at the sole. The sole was completely clean, so all he could taste was the rubber as he licked at the ridges. He had to admit there was a small part of him that was slightly disappointed that there wasn’t dirt, but he pushed that thought away as he focussed on licking from the toe of the sole to the heel.
After a few minutes the foot was moved away out of his face. “Hmmm.” He wasn’t sure if that sound was one of approval or not but he hoped it was the former. When he dared to look up their expression was unreadable and he wasn’t sure if that was annoying or hot. After a few more moments of silence they spoke up again, in that deep voice of theirs. “Passable. If you continue to do well next time you can give my more heavy duty boots some attention.”
Instantly Brandon’s mind sparked, thinking of the images of them in their boots from their site. They had at least three different pairs from the pictures, other than the ones they were wearing, and he wondered which one they had in mind to offer him next time. The thing high ones? The white ones with sparkles? The one with a stiletto heel?
The sound of their fingers clicking in front of his face bought him back to the moment and they smirked. “Thought I’d lost you there.” Their lips had quirked into an amused smile, the first one he’d seen since he’d got there.
Brandon felt his cheeks heat up slightly. “Sorry…”
“It’s ok. I know the effect boots can have on people.” The friendly smile stayed there for a few moments then it was gone, replaced by that slightly unreadable expression. They leaned back in their seat and the shoe returned to his view, though this time it was against his forehead, applying pressure. He got the wordless message. He adjusted his stance, so that now his head was pressed against the floor the shoe pinning his head down. “You’re such a slut, going down so easily like this.” Brandon felt their left shoe press against his back and he couldn’t help but let out a groan, hearing them chuckle. “You know your place is under my feet don’t you?”
“Yes master.” He replied, letting out a gasp as the foot on his back pressed down harder. His cock ached again, needy and desperate.
The boot on his head moved from it, until it was on the floor beside him and he had to bite back a sound of disappointment from the loss of the pressure. They got up from their seat and the foot moved from beside his head, going onto his back. He stayed completely still, not wanting to cause them to fall as they walked over his back. It felt strange, having the full weight of a person on him like this, but it was also intense.
As they moved they took small steps along his back and when they got to his lower back, just above his ass, they shifted so their feet were on the backs of his thighs. Then they were on the floor and the pressure was gone. He was sure that he’d be feeling that for awhile, but that had to be one of the hottest things he’d ever had done to him and he knew he’d be jerking off to it a lot later.
They circled around him again and then he heard them return to their seat before him. “Look at me.” Brandon turned his head, so that he was staring up at them. The smile had returned to their face and he couldn’t help but think how much it suited them. “You did good slut, better than most first time.” He felt a twinge of pride at that, which went straight between his legs. “How do you feel?”
“Good mistress, a little achy but good.” Brandon replied, keeping his voice soft. They nodded, smirking as they sat back in their seat, staring down at him while they ran their fingers over his head. He suspected if he had hair they’d tangle their fingers in it and yank on it and the thought made him consider growing his hair out again, if only for a moment.
“Good.” They spread their legs wide and Brandon’s eyes couldn’t help but drift to their crotch and the noticeable bulge there. They let out a soft chuckle and he was sure he was blushing. “You did a good enough job that you can choose where this goes.” They groped themselves through the denim, looking down at him. “So where’s it to be slut?”
“Ass. I want it in my ass Mistress.” The words left his lips before he even had a chance to think, not that it would have a difference if he had.
Another chuckle left their lips and they looked him over. “I should have guessed. Big strong men like you are always the neediest sluts.” They rose from their seat again, their fingers working to undo the zipper and button of their flies, pushing the denim down to their feet. Their dick was straining inside the black fabric of a pair of panties and he felt himself drool a little. “See, you’re so desperate. Pull must panties down with your teeth.”
“Yes Master.” Brandon whispered, then leaned in and carefully took the fabric between his teeth. As gently as he could he pulled them down, revealing their cock as he did so. He only properly looked at it when he’d got their underwear down to their knees. They were big, almost as big as his own which he had to admit surprised him, but it just made him more eager to be filled. He took their panties between his lips again, pulling it down to their feet before shifting back onto his knees.
“Good boy.” They sounded pleased as he looked up at them, a slight smirk on their face. “Open.”
Brandon did as he was told, parting his lips wide and he felt their hands on his head, guiding him to their erection. They didn’t push him down on it like he probably expected, so he took a breath wrapped his lips around them and took them down. He managed to get them about half way down before he had to move back until just the head was there, before diving back down on them.
He wasn’t a natural cocksucker as he still had his gag reflex and he hadn’t had much opportunity to practice. He knew that for some people finding hookups on tour and such was easy but he always found it hard.
He shook the thought away before he could dwell on it further, looking up at them as he took more into his mouth, squeezing his lips and lapping at their shaft. They made soft sounds of pleasure as he did, which made him feel proud and he felt their hands tap his head. He imagined if he had hair they’d be tugging on it, so he pulled off their cock looking up at him.
“Good, now get into position.” Brandon nodded, adjusting his stance again so that he was on all fours. As he did that Eret stepped out of their underwear and jeans, grappling something from the small table beside the chair. He assumed it was lube, though he didn’t get a chance to see as they moved out of his eyeline.
He heard sounds, the pop of lube being opened, then fingers being slicked up. Brandon waited with bated breath as they got ready, the anticipation making him ache. He felt a hand on his ass, spreading the cheeks apart, then he felt slick fingers against his opening. He took another breath and then two of them sank into him.
Brandon couldn’t stop the moan escape his lips as he was filled, his eyelids fluttering as they filled him. He’d fingered himself before, especially the past few days to be sure he’d be ready for this, but it always felt better to him when it was someone else doing it.
As soon as their fingers were all the way inside him they set to work opening him up. That was done by a mix of twisting and spreading them, and he had to swallow a moan as the tips occasionally caught his spot.
It wasn’t long before the two fingers were joined by a third, the three of them stretching him open even further. He let out a soft groan, his eyes kidding as he enjoyed the feeling of the fingers inside him. It was no surprise that they clearly knew what they were doing and he had a feeling that they had probably made someone cum with their fingers alone.
After a few more moments they were removed from him and the loss almost made him whine. “I think you’re ready for me now.” He heard the lube being opened again and he could picture them drizzling it along their length.
“Yes mistress.” He replied voice soft as he braced himself.
They chuckled softly and he felt their hands on his ass again, pulling his cheeks apart to expose his open hole. “I’m going to fuck you now and you’re not going to cum until I’m done, do you understand?”
“Yes master.”
As soon as he those words left his lips they thrust into him, making Brandon moan in pleasure. Being filled with fingers, as talented as they were, was one thing but being filled by a dick was even better. Their hands shifted to grip his hips and they started to move their hips, fucking him steadily. “Mmm you feel so good slut.” Their deep voice was surprisingly even, despite how they thrusting into him every few words and somehow that made it even hotter. “This is where you should always be, on all fours with a dick inside you, isn’t that right slut?”
“Yes mistress.” He nodded with another moan as they thrust harshly into him. The thought certainly appealed to him and he’d definitely love to be in this position more often.
Their right hand trailed up his body, along his aching back, their fingers occasionally pressing into his skin where they had stood on him. When their fingers arrived at his head they pushed it down into the small pile of clothing they’d removed. He groaned as the scent of them filled his nostrils which only made his dick ache more between his legs. Part of him wanted to reach down, to furiously jerk himself off until he came over the floor but a bigger part of him was able to quash that down, his hands staying where they were.
The hand on his head stayed there for a few moments, maybe longer, before going back down his body, to return to a place on his hip. Already he could feel that their movements were a little rougher and he hoped that meant they were close. Not because he wanted this to end sooner, but because he needed to feel them fill him.
“Soon I’m going to be painting your insides like you deserve.” They thrust into him roughly as they spoke, their fingers gripping his hips tighter. “And you better not make a mess.”
“Yes mistress.” Brandon replied, though his words were muffled by the underwear in his face. He closed his eyes, trying not to let all the sensations overwhelm him. Their scent surrounding him, the feeling of them thrusting in and out of him, the ache in his face, the fingers holding his hips, the soft grunts and moans that were leaving their lips.
“Fuck, here it comes slut.” Brandon felt relief at the words, as they slammed into him one last time, stilling as they came deep inside him. He was glad, not just because it felt amazing to be filled, but also because he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hold off much longer.
They pulled out of him, then circled around him, returning to the seat in front of him. “Get back on your knees in front of me.” Their voice sounded a little breathless now and, as Brandon shifted into position he could see sweat making their skin glisten between the fishnets and their cock was softening between their legs. There looked him over again, and he felt their gaze linger on his cock which was still a hard and aching. “Good, you didn’t cum.” Their booted foot moved from the floor, running along his leg towards his cock. “You can cum now.” They said the words as the boot pressed against him, the heel against his balls, the sole against his cock.
Brandon let out a desperate moan shooting hard across the rubber of the sole. They chuckled again, pressing the boot against him for a few more moments before moving it away until it was before his face. “Clean up your mess.” Brandon panted softly as he looked at the sticky mess he made, which he was sure was more than he ever had before. He instantly extended his tongue, swiping his tongue along the rubber, the salty taste of his cum making him let out another moan.
He kept licking across the sole, taking his time to get every drop of his mess, not wanting to disappoint them. Even when he was sure he was done he gave the sole another few licks just to be on the safe side, before leaning back and looking up at them.
“Good boy.” They smiled, settling back in there and he returned the smile feeling slightly dazed from his orgasm. There was a few moments of silence between them, which he used to catch his breath, then they spoke again. “So what did you think? Was that good for you?” Their tone was slightly different now, less commanding, more conversational and he could tell that meant the session was over.
“Yeah.” He nodded when he found his voice, resisting the urge to add a master or mistress after the word. “That was, fuck, that was so amazing.” He smiled as they reached down, stroking his head. “Thank you, that was the hardest I’ve cum in… ever.”
They chuckled softly again, grinning down at him. “Well I’m glad. Now come on, let’s get you dressed and we can get you something to drink.” They got up from their seat, stopping to grab their clothing, pulling their underwear back up their legs. “And then we can discuss what you want to do in your next session, assuming that you want one of course.”
“Yeah, yeah I do.” He got up to his feet which felt strange after being down there for so long and he stretched a bit before going to retrieve his clothes.
“Good. I’ll be waiting in the other room, through first door on the right.” They smiled at him, now fully dressed again and they walked past him to the door. “I’ll even have the boots out for you to pick from for next time.”
If Brandon hadn’t just cum a few minutes ago he’d have probably been hard again and they flashed him a grin before leaving him to get dressed. “Fuck.”
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Date: 2024-01-29 12:16 am (UTC)That intro, of Brandon allowing him to be a punching bag because he'd "allowed" Alex to carry on being a dick? Damn, poor guy thinking it was his fault 💔 But then I love the immediate mood shift, firstly of Brandon just thinking he was turned on due to the adrenaline, before realising it was something more when he kept thinking of the events and being turned on by it!
So you know what? When you said there was a brief guest appearance that wasn't planned, but they invited themselves? Why did I just get the instant vibe it was gonna be Jay? I love that it actually was 😂😂 Love that he was the one that Brandon thought to ask whilst he was congratulating him on his new band, their friendship seems so sweet! And also that tidbit of knowledge that Jay was doing sex work before he got the call from Moose? Well, damn, why does that feel so fitting?! 👀
The fact that Brandon was so nervous when going to meet with Eret. Bless him haha, all he wants is for his boot kink to be sated but he seems so nervous and afraid of being judged and for people to think less of him? When, if anything, others would probably be sympathetic and want to help him find a solution, y'know? And idk, I think Eret seems like a nice fit with him as a result, as they are very thoughtful and encouraging despite their line of work.
The dynamic shift between Brandon and Eret as soon as they got into the room was excellent, they go from client and customer to dom and sub, and it is so seamless!!!! The way Brandon slips so easily into his role was awesome, he knows his place when it comes to Eret and having his kink satisfied, huh.
Loved that Brandon had to display himself to Eret before the session began, and also loved that Eret gave literally nothing away of their 'impression' of him, so to speak??
I'm dying that Brandon was disappointed there was no dirt to lick off the boots. Maybe next time huh?! Also the fact it was his first time but didn't feel like it because of how much he'd fantasised about boots leading up to the session!!
And then how Eret just put their boot on Brandon's head, talking him down by saying how much of a slut he was due to how easily he'd gone down, and then actually walking all over him?! Oh yes. 👀 Love that Brandon already knows he'll suffer for that later but literally doesn't care because he's getting his kink satisfied and why would there be any problems relating to that?!
"Big strong men like you are always the neediest sluts" Don't mince your words, eh?! I really fucking loved this though. It's nice to see such a shift in his characterisation. Obviously I love Brandon being brutal and powerful, but this submissive side is also hot, I do admit I love seeing big guys submitting to smaller ones with no question or fight, it's amazing :D Also Brandon's surprise at Eret being nearly as big as him, nice
Ahhh love that Brandon was fingering himself in practice for this session?! Oh my god he is so extra, I love that he wanted to be prepared so that it would run perfectly, haha. Idk I just find that super endearing, somehow. It's such a him thing to do. ♥
Brandon having to hold back until Eret is done. I love orgasm denial like this, it's kinda cruel but at the same time totally awesome. Love that he was able to hold on, but I didn't doubt him for a moment, even if he was totally turned on by his boot kink finally being satisfied! And then when he was allowed to cum, and he came all over the sole of Eret's boot before having to lick it up again??? That was literal perfection!!! Guess it has to be clean for their next client though, right?!
And then when it was over, and Eret slipped back into the comfortable role from before without even blinking. I really liked that, I think Brandon made a good choice in which sex worker to go and visit.
Something tells me this won't be Brandon's last visit. ;)
PS I loved this but you probably expected that!!!
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Date: 2024-01-29 12:52 am (UTC)Yeah! I figured in this ‘verse’ that Alex is just a dick in general, but Brandon still sees it as his fault for not doing something about it sooner.😦 but yeah the vid definitely filled his mind with thoughts
Heee in the original notes in the document I did have it spelled out it would be him but figured try and keep it a surprise hee😅 Yeah I needed him to talk to someone outside the band and it seemed to fit (and I looked it up and the timeline lined up for a congratulatory convo) soo! And 😏 yeah it really does
Yeah he definitely doesn’t wanna be judged (hence only telling Jay cause he knew he wouldn’t be) and has natural nerves as he’s never been with a sex worker before so. But yeah I figured Eret would know enough of what they’re doing to be encouraging him in their messages. (Side note all those outfits that Eret is mentioned wearing? Those are all ones that they have, same with the boots that get mentioned too)
Oh thank you! I’m so glad it worked well.and yeah Eret knows what they’re doing and how to treat a sub and Brandon is just so eager to have that actually play out
Yeah exactly! They wanted a good look at him and thats mostly an excuse to do this expression which has a lot to answer for
Yeah absolutely! He’s thought about boots a lot so of course licking dirty ones has come to mind a lot😏
Yeah exactly! I knew I had to recreate that scene from the vid at least and then when it happened the walking thing came in my head so I added it in👀 and yeah he knows he’ll feel it for days but it’s definitely worth it to him
Yeah I figured Brandon wasn’t the first big strong masculine guy that they’ve had so it felt fitting to make that comment 😏 and yeah I think I’d have had Brandon as mostly being a top but seeing him with that boot on his head👀 and yeah I definitely think that’s hot too I’ll have to do it more! Heee yeah, Eret has mentioned on stream that they’re… big so 👀
Yeah he definitely wanted to be ready for this! I figure it’s not often that he gets fucked so he wanted to be sure he would be ready to take it (though not being fucked isn’t by choice it’s a mix of his shyness and size! Which I almost commented on but didn’t fit it in)
Of course! I could’ve made him cum from the fucking but, well, where’s the fun in that? Hence the denial😏 exactly! I knew I wanted him to cum on the boot and lick it off, but so I’m glad it worked so well (it wasn’t originally gonna be on the sole but I figured that worked better)
I’m glad that worked too, yeah I wanted to show that they weren’t all business and they wanted to make sure he’d enjoyed himself. And he definitely did!
Absolutely! I had considered making this more… intense (ie with Brandon being kicked/beaten) but I figured that Eret wouldn’t do that first session, they’d wanna see how much they could actually take before doing that so…👀
Ahhh I’m so glad that you did! 😄💜💜💜
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Date: 2024-01-29 09:06 pm (UTC)That's fair about Alex. Hopefully Brandon doesn't beat himself up too much over it tho :P
That's cool the timelines actually worked out, and it didn't have to be creative license! ♥
I love that they're all outfits Eret has worn, lol. But yeah Eret just seems so inviting and welcoming, clearly someone who is good at their job and makes their client feel at ease. I really liked the overall vibe, Eret had massive dom energy but was constantly making sure Brandon was comfortable and happy in what he was doing, and I really loved that!
I'm sure Brandon will get his chance to lick some dirty boots further down the line huh!
Yesss. It's actually why I'm so excited to write twisted Kyle and have him completely dominate Brandon, seeing the big guy get properly brutalised consensually (contrasting with the Alex shit I've done).
And awww, I kinda love that not being fucked is a mixture of size and shyness. I can understand that, guys see him get naked and then are like "why are you bottoming if you're big".
Of course ;) Having him cum over the boot was perfection, totally fit the whole vibe for the fic ♥ And tbf I don't think I'd have enjoyed it if it was more intense. You know I love fucked up shit, but I really really really adored the chilled vibe to the whole thing!
And yeah of course I did :)
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Date: 2024-01-29 10:11 pm (UTC)Yeah I think at this point he’s less interested in beating himself up over Alex and more interested in someone else beating him😏
I mean it would’ve worked either way but I figured I’d check and 👀
Yeah they have worn some truly wild stuff and they look great in everything👀 the outfit they wore one Halloween is so👀Yeah of course! I’m glad it worked so wwell cause that’s the vibe I was going for with them😄
Hee definitely!
Oh nice! I’m looking forward to that too! I love seeing that and will have to do something along those lines again soon too
Yeah exactly! He knows he gives off intimidating vibes in general but cause he’s so endowed too👀 it makes it hard for him
I’m glad! It was only the placement on the boot that changed as I knew it had to be done! Oh that’s good, I’m glad it worked out the way it did!😏
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Date: 2024-01-29 11:03 pm (UTC)Of course, that makes total sense 👀 And he has found he really loves it 👀
Well yeah, but it's nice when you can keep stuff closer to the truth. I'm kinda now wondering if I should go and ret-con the fic I did with Klaas and Kyle at Download, heh.
Twisted Kyle is definitely on the 'sooner rather than later' part of my to-do list. :) So maybe you won't have to wait *too* long!
Yeah. Poor guy, blessed but sometimes it's more of a curse for what he prefers ;)
I'm glad you changed it because it was perfect the way it was ♥ And yeah this was just great :D :D
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Date: 2024-01-30 01:26 am (UTC)Yesss😏
Yeah! It helps they have so many hot outfits (I might have to post them all I know I’ve done some pic posts of them alread) and ohh?
Oh nice! I’m excite
Yeah exactly! Big dicked subs are so hot and underrated👀
Thank I’m so glad!😄
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Date: 2024-01-30 07:45 pm (UTC)And ahaha on the subject of big-dicked subs.........................................................
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