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BIOSHOCK KINK MEME
Let not light see my black and deep desires
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Atlas/Jack orgasm denial fill, "Make him Happy"
(Anonymous) 2014-04-04 04:39 am (UTC)(link).....
The boy better wake up soon. Atlas didn't risk his ass to save Jack's from the splicers. A few too many hits to the head and the kid was out cold, rumblings of Big Daddy boots echoing far off, and Atlas couldn't lose his ace in the hole, no way in hell. So he beat feet, dragged the waif back to his safehouse and smoked his way through a pack waiting for Jack to stir back to consciousness. Maybe Atlas was just giddy, impatient for him to wake up. The effects of "would you kindly" were a marvel, but there were tests that Tenenbaum and Suchong never would have allowed, but they were long gone, and Atlas had time. Time, and ideas, and a little ring made of chain...
The boy stirred, about time he woke up. His hand reached for his temple as his sat up, blood rushing too fast and he groaned, dizzy, eyes dragging up to see Atlas leaned against the wall. Atlas smiled, friendly. Make the boy trust you, he thought, and it'll go much smoother.
"You gave me quite the fright there, boyo. Thought you bought the farm for sure."
Another groan, the boy's pretty lips parting slightly.
"Atlas? Oh, god. What happened? My head aches something awful."
A laugh, and Jack winced at the noise, loud and much too sudden to his ringing ears.
"With good reason! Those bloody splicers mobbed you, hit you upside the noggin one too many times. Couldn't leave you out there for the Daddies, could I?"
A smile, soft and warm and pure, so fucking pure.
"Thanks, Atlas. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here. I owe you a beer once this is all over and done."
The boy was still smiling as Atlas waved his hand, as if to dispel the gratitude. As if he were humble.
"Don't mention it, boyo. I just got a favor to ask. Remove your shirt, would you kindly?"
There it was. That compulsion, that itch under Jack's skin. That itch that would only subside if he scratched it the right way, always different every time. It itched until he found a wrench, until he killed that splicer, or left that room. It itched until he took the hem of his jumper in hand and pulled it over his head, cold air making his skin prick and he could hear a noise from Atlas that sounded almost satisfied. Satisfied. Atlas was so good to him, so helpful. He wanted to make him satisfied, in any way he could.
"Good. Now, would you kindly take your trousers off for me?"
The clink of a button, a zipper, and Jack's pants were cast aside, corduroy in a crumpled heap next to the sweater, and he shivered, feeling naked and scrutinized.
"Now, the knickers, would you kindly?"
Jack shook to the bone, fingers trembling, tugging at the waistband of his boxers until they were abandoned and he sat nude on the cold floor. It's what Atlas wanted, the only thought he had. It's what Atlas wanted and he could never disappoint Atlas. Bricks settled in his belly when Atlas made that noise again, satisfied, pleased with Jack's efforts.
"I ain't gonna hurt you, boyo. Not in the long run, at least. You trust me, right? Tell me you trust me, would you kindly?"
The words came up his throat like bile, acidic on his tongue, burning if he tried to hold them back.
"I... I trust you.. Atlas."
Rubber squeaked on the floor as Atlas's weight shifted, broad forearms crossing over his chest.
"Thank you, Jack. That means a lot to me, it really does. Now, we can't continue until you're ready. So, would you kindly get yourself hard?"
The kid's hand shook, tremors etched into his muscles as he took his flaccid cock in hand, palm easing over skin in gentle, slow motions, eyes locked to the floor and blood spreading through his cheeks.
"A little faster, would you kindly? We don't have all day. Oh, and would you kindly keep your eyes on me? Can't have you shyin' away now, can we boyo?"
Jack groaned, the renewed movement on his half-hard dick stinging with friction, though not entirely unpleasant. His head lolled back, lips slack with stuttered breaths and jumbled moans, and stare locked with Atlas's. His cheeks burned at the sight of the other man's smug grin, as though someone had taken a hot brand to the pocked skin. Atlas was enjoying the sight of him, kneeling and breathless and gripping his flushed cock, getting harder in spite of, or more likely because of, the fact.
"Stop, would you kindly? Hands at your sides, would you kindly?"
The minute rattle of metal was lost to Jack, blood pounding in his veins at the loss of contact with his aching erection. Atlas stepped forward, and kneeled, producing what appeared to be some sort of jewelry, bigger than a ring but smaller than a bracelet, and made of metal.
"Know what this is, son? Take a close look. See those chains? Look a bit familiar, don't they?"
The ring was made of several small links, forming a chain no different than the tattoos on Jack's wrists. Atlas jiggled it, steel clinking against each other.
"Made it just for you, and I think I did a pretty good job if I do say so myself. Know what it is?"
He laughed when Jack shook his head.
"You're going to find out, boyo."
Cold metal secured around the base of Jack's cock, tightened and aching, sharp hiss escaping through gritted teeth. Atlas stood, hands on his hips, near triumphant.
"Now, you won't be able to come with that ring on your cock. Be a good lad, maybe I'll take it off. Now-" a glass vial full of something red and luminescent, full of ADAM, was pulled from his pocket, "-you see this? ADAM? Ever wonder why it comes in hypos, even though the Little Sisters drink the stuff like mother's milk? It's because when it's shot right into your veins, you get the EVE quicker. The Sisters, bein' the children that they are, are afraid to get their shots, hence why their needles got them little bottles on the tops for easy access. Now-" heavy work shoes, polish scuffed, lifted off the ground, "-you see my boot here?"
The rubber cork popped on the bottle, and Atlas poured the ADAM, thick and iridescent, over the toe of his shoe, and directed in Jack's direction.
"Lick my boot, would you kindly?"
The itch ran up Jack's spine, vertebrae my vertebrae, until he bent over and ran his tongue over the sticky, cracked leather. The taste was repugnant, bitter shoe polish concealed with sickly sweet ADAM, but Jack didn't stop, couldn't stop. Not until the shoe was all clean, and Atlas was happy. Happy. Was he making Atlas happy? Was he pleasing him? The veins in his cock throbbed, more so amplified by the tight links of chain, and he could hear Atlas laugh, smug and amused, as he licked the remnants of the syrupy mess from his boot.
"This gets you hard, eh boyo? Licking boots?"
Jack was denied his chance to answer, Atlas's hand grasping his jaw, bringing his face to Jack's.
"Does it get you off, boyo? Doing what your told? Following orders and commands like a little whore until you're allowed to get your rocks off? Tell me the truth, would you kindly?"
His jaw was released as fat tears dropped down his cheeks, choking out his answer as he sobbed.
"Y...yes, it does. I'm sorry, Atlas, I just want to make you happy. I just want to help you like you've been helping me."
Atlas sighed, unzipping his pants, one hand pulling out his cock and the other grasping Jack's hair, yanking his head firmly back.
"Would you kindly open your mouth?"
Jack heaved, chest racked with sobs, and opened his mouth, gagging as Atlas slid his cock in his mouth, barely to the back of his throat.
"You want to make me happy, lad? Then suck, would you kindly?"
Jack's jaw ached, pins driving into the joints, mouth opening wider, desperate to accompany the cock in his mouth. Pre-come leaked onto his tongue, bitter as his licked the underside of the head, efforts rewarded when Atlas groaned, grasped his hair with renewed vigor and pushed further in, coming down Jack's throat. Atlas exhaled, pulled his softening cock from Jack's mouth, leaving him coughing with threads of spit and come draped over his chin.
"Nice work, boyo. Had no idea you sucked cock that good. Oh, and wouldja look at that."
Pre-come beaded at the tip of Jack's dick, now painful under the vice of the chains. Atlas crocked, ran a broad thumb over the head, and licked Jack's come off, teeth bared in a mirthful smirk.
"You've really gotten hard, haven't you? Would you like to come? And make sure to beg for it, would you kindly?"
Strangled cries burst forth from Jack's lungs, tear-streaked cheeks trembling as he groveled.
"Yes! Please, Atlas, it hurts so much! Please, let me come, Atlas! I can't stand it!"
Atlas's head shook, unhooking the chain links and causing Jack to cry out once more as blood now flowed freely through his cock. Atlas gripped him, practiced hand pumping until he ripped a scream from Jack's throat, and his hand was coated in come.
"Aw, now look at that, boyo. You made a mess."
Jack shook, gasping and desperate for air as Atlas raised his hand to parted lips.
"Would you kindly clean me off?"
Atlas's hand tasted better than his boot, the salty taste of come not withstanding, as Jack gripped his wrist and greedily devoured every drop, on the palm and between fingers, until Atlas made another noise of satisfaction, pulled his hand away, and directed Jack to a cot in the corner.
"Good job, son. Why don't you take a rest then? You look awful tired, boyo."
Exhaustion radiated throughout his body, and when Jack dragged himself to the cot, he was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, the feeling of Atlas draping a scratchy, woolen blanket over him the last memory in his conscious mind. Atlas. Thank god for Atlas.
Frank Fontaine leaned into a chair, and, satisfied the kid was asleep, congratulated himself on keeping the accent up, even while the kid gave him the best head he's had in years. There were definitely perks to this whole "Atlas" gig, and he wondered how many of them Jack was proficient at besides sucking him off. Well, there was always tomorrow for Atlas. Atlas. Thank god for Atlas.
Re: Atlas/Jack orgasm denial fill, "Make him Happy"
(Anonymous) 2014-04-04 04:54 am (UTC)(link)Re: Atlas/Jack orgasm denial fill, "Make him Happy"
(Anonymous) 2014-04-04 07:12 am (UTC)(link)THIS WAS MARVELLOUS
Re: Atlas/Jack orgasm denial fill, "Make him Happy"
(Anonymous) 2014-04-07 03:48 am (UTC)(link)