Hunter was just packing up his things when Kurt Angle entered the locker room. "Hey Kurt," he said, greeting the Olympic Champion with a friendly smile. "Great match."
"Thanks." Kurt smiled, setting his bag down on the couch next to Hunter's. "You certainly put on a hell of a show yourself."
"I try." Hunter smiled, reaching for his bag - which happened to be nearly identical to Kurt's - and unzipped it to throw his water bottle in. He froze, staring into the bag in disbelief. "Uh, Kurt - I think this is your bag," he stuttered, his eyes wide.
A sudden look of horror came across Kurt's features, and he quickly snatched the bag from the taller man, zipping it closed and clutching it to his chest. "Um, Hunter, this is, um, this is not what it looks like!" he stammered. Hunter managed to snap out of his shock. He shook his head, a knowing smile creeping across his face. "Why Kurt, I never would've guessed. I wouldn't be surprised if Billy or maybe Jeff Hardy had ‘toys' like that, but you! I'm shocked, I really am."
"They're not mine!" Kurt cried, blushing a deep crimson. "Someone must've - must've put them in my bag or something! Honestly, I would never - "
"Sure Kurt," Hunter interrupted, picking up his real bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "If that's your deal, then whatever. Have some fun, hot, kinky sex tonight with whoever your guy is, ok?" He patted Kurt on the back and walked away, leaving the Olympic Hero blushing brightly.
Kurt stomped into their hotel room, angrily throwing the bag down on the floor. "Do you know what happened to me tonight?" he demanded angrily, glaring at his lover. "Hunter saw the stuff in my bag! Do you have any idea how god damn embarrassing that was?!? From now on, if you want this stuff, you carry it!"
His lover's eyes twinkled with mirth. He shook his head, a confident smirk on his face. "I'm afraid I can't, Kurt. Now what would that do to my reputation?"
"What about my reputation?" Kurt cried, crossing his arms and pouting. "Now everyone's gonna think I'm into kinky sex and all that shit."
"Darling." His lover put a hand on Kurt's arm, peering into his big blue eyes. "You are."
"Well - " Kurt frowned, hating how right his lover was. "So maybe I am. But that doesn't mean I want to whole locker room to know!"
"Kurt, relax," his lover cooed, running his hands soothingly down Kurt's well toned back. Kurt gasped as his lover's skillful hands began to massage the tension out of his muscles, leaning into the touch. "I'll make you forget about all that, baby," his lover whispered, letting his hands trail down Kurt's back to grasp his ass. "Just relax."
"Mmmm." Kurt rested his head on his lover's shoulders, letting the well built man feel him up some more. Suddenly, he felt a cold metal cuff slide around his wrist, making him jump. He glanced down at the handcuffs, then back at his lover. "You want to - "
Kurt's lover grinned. "Oh, I'm gonna give you the works, baby. But from now on, I want you to call me Lord, and I'll refer to you as Slave. You know the rules. Clear?" His demeanor was suddenly much more fierce, his eyes blazing with that crazy light they always had when he slipped into this mode.
"Yes My Lord," Kurt whispered, casting his eyes to the floor.
His lover smiled, walking around him slowly, his eyes running over every inch of his body. "You are a fine one, Slave. Much better than most in my hareem. Have you ever serviced a great lord before, Slave?"
Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but before he could a harsh leather lash cut across his back, seeming to come out of nowhere. He fall onto his knees, gasping from the pain. His lover kneeled next to him, his eyes narrowed. "I did not say you could speak, Slave. A slave must never speak in the presence of one such as myself without express permission. Clear? You may answer me."
"Yes," Kurt gasped, sinking onto his hands and knees. He cried out as his lover brought the leather whip across his back again.
"Yes? Merely yes?" his lover spat, leaning down to snarl directly in Kurt's face. "Yes, as if I were some commoner, some slave, your equal? How DARE you!" He smacked Kurt again, making the Olympic Hero whimper. "You may correct yourself," he stated.
"Yes My Lord," Kurt whispered.
"Good." His lover stood up, gesturing to the room's large bed with the end of the whip. "Now take off your clothes and get on your back. NOW!"
Kurt scampered to his feet, hurrying to comply. He practically threw off his clothes, dropping them carelessly on the floor as he sprinted over to the bed and lay down on his back. His lover watched with amusement, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now slave, I simply cannot have my chambers looking so disorderly!" he exclaimed. He flicked the tip of the whip, making Kurt shiver in fear. "Pick them up and fold them nicely, now!"
Kurt jumped to comply, doing as he was bid, then returning to his submissive position. His lover surveyed his work, nodding with approval. "Good. Now slave, cuff yourself around the headboard." Kurt quickly raised his one cuffed wrist to the head of the bed, threading the other through the headboard and, with some difficulty, fastening the second cuff around his other wrist. He squirmed, knowing his was now completely helpless.
"Good. Very good," his lover murmured, walking around the bed a few times in that agonizing, taunting way he always did. "Tell me, just how bad a little slave have you been recently? You may answer."
Kurt gulped. "I - I gave my lov - Master a blowjob in the showers, at the arena."
"Oh?" His lover's eyes twinkled. "Bad boy." He raised the whip and lashed it across Kurt's chest, not forceful enough to pierce the skin, but hard enough to hurt considerably. Kurt cried out in pain, earning himself another vicious blow. "I see you're going to have a problem staying quiet," his lover mused thoughtfully. "Can't have that, now can we?" He glanced at Kurt's neatly folded clothing, his eyes focusing on the black silk thong on top of the pile. "Perfect," he murmured, picking up the skimpy piece of material and roughly shoving it in Kurt's mouth. "That should do the job. Of course, I'll have to take it out later to get my full money's worth out of you, slave."
Kurt swallowed hard, trying not to gag on the fabric in his mouth. His breathing grew heavier as he watched his lover walk over to his bag and start digging through it. He was hard already, and he knew his lover had to be in a similar state. He loved to be dominated, and his lover loved to dominate.
"Here we go," his lover murmured, pulling something out of the bag. His back was to Kurt, so the brunette couldn't immediately see what he was holding. When his lover did turn around, Kurt gasped.
"You're going to use those?" the Olympic Hero whimpered.
His lover's eyes narrowed, his expression growing dangerous. "Did you just speak?" he hissed out through his teeth. "Speak, without my permission to?"
Kurt quickly bit his tongue, trying to shrink back into the bedspread. He watched fearfully as his lover approached him. "My slaves do not disobey me," the man standing over him hissed. He took the object he was holding, a set of vicious looking nipple clamps, and set it down on Kurt's chest. He reached down with his fingers and began to pluck at Kurt's nipples, coaxing them into erectness. When the buds were stiff and hard, he fastened the clamps onto them, making Kurt sob through his gag. The man stuck his finger in Kurt's face threateningly. "Don't make one sound," he hissed, his eyes still narrow.
Kurt watched with great apprehension as his lover undid the buckle of his belt, slowly sliding the long leather strip out of the loops. His shuddered as the man wrapped the belt around his fingers, looking evilly at his slave. "No slave talks back to me," his lover spat, raising his hand and bringing the belt down on Kurt's chest, at the same time jarring the nipple clamps. Pain shot through Kurt's body from both the skin the belt had struck and the agonizing throbbing in his sensitive nipples. He had to bite his tongue hard to stop from crying out.
"Good," his lover murmured, striking Kurt with the belt several more times before he felt his slave was suitably punished. Kurt took a deep breath, feeling great relief washing over him as his lover dropped the belt. He could see the huge erection tenting out his lover's jeans, a sight which made his mouth water. His lover noticed Kurt's stare, following Kurt's gaze to his crotch. "See something you like, eh slave?" he chuckled, reaching for the button on his jeans. "Want me to take off my clothes and shove it down your throat?" Kurt nodded eagerly, watching as his lover slowly, almost seductively slid his jeans off his hips. Kurt thought he was going to drown in drool as his lover's tight purple thong was revealed. He tugged at the handcuffs, cursing them for preventing him from jumping his lover and ripping off the rest of his clothes.
"You'd better please me, slave," Kurt's lover warned, putting a hand on his hip, running his fingers tauntingly over the purple silk of his thong. "A great lord such as myself has little time to waste." He reached up to unbutton his loose white shirt, letting it fall open, exposing his rippling torso. Kurt squirmed, feeling about ready to explode just from looking at him.
"You know the rules," his lover hissed, climbing onto the bed and straddling Kurt's chest. "You come before me, slave, and I will be VERY angry with you." He leaned down to nip at the skin of Kurt's neck, making Kurt bight back a moan. "Now," his lover continued, moving up onto his knees and moving further up Kurt's body, positioning himself so his crotch was right next to Kurt's mouth, "you'd better be a good little boy and suck me off real well." He reached out and pulled the gag out of Kurt's mouth, throwing it onto the floor. Kurt's head immediately lunged forward, but only barely managed to touch the object of his desire before his head was roughly shoved back into the pillows.
"Really, slave," his lover chided, shaking his head. "You will move at MY pace, is that clear?" Kurt nodded his head, struggling hard to restrain himself. With agonizing slowness, his lover slid his thong off his hips, slipping out of it and tossing it onto the floor. He arched his hips, bringing his rock hard cock within an inch of Kurt's face. "Like what you see, slave?" he hissed.
Kurt bit his lip hard. He was trembling slightly from the stress of restraining himself. Finally, his lover laughed, running a hand through Kurt's short brown hair. "Suck me, slave," he commanded, jerking his hips forward, against Kurt's lips. Kurt gladly opened up his mouth, taking the whole of his lover's cock down his throat. His lover moved to straddle his face, leaving Kurt little room to move as he began forcefully fucking the Olympian's face. Kurt moaned around the thick member, sucking on it with all his might. Bliss swirled through his body as his lover thrust into his mouth again and again, seeming to last forever. He always did have incredible stamina. After what he swore was half an hour, minimum, Kurt felt his lover push his head back onto the pillow and withdraw, still without coming. He had to bight his lip hard to stop from groaning in disappointment.
"Shit, slave, you're very - " His lover paused to collect himself, wiping the sweat off his brow. "Very - orally talented." His gaze ran down Kurt's body, stopping on the brunette's throbbing, begging erection. He turned his eyes back to Kurt's face, his eyes narrowed wickedly. "Now I'm going to fuck you, slave," he whispered in a rather threatening voice, laden with lust and desire. "Let's see how I feel between those lovely legs." It didn't take him a second to shift so he was between Kurt's strong thighs, sneering up at the Olympic Champion. "Get ready, slave," he hissed. "I imagine this is going to hurt." Almost brutally, he thrust himself into Kurt's exposed opening, no preparation, no lubricant.
Kurt's back rocketed off the bed, not able to suppress the scream of agony which was ripped from his throat. He began sobbing, shaking his head tearfully as his lover shoved himself all the way inside of him. "No, my lord, no!" he cried, tears pouring down his face.
"You hate that?" his lover hissed, delivering another harsh thrust. "You hate me raping your hole like you're a fucking whore?"
"Yes, I hate it!" Kurt screamed. "I hate you! Stop! Please!"
"Shut you're mouth, slave!" his lover screamed, beginning to thrust into him at a fast, brutal pace. Kurt continued to moan and sob, until his lover adjusted the angle of his thrust, jabbing against the spot that was impossible for him to ignore. He cried out again, this time in pleasure, arching high off the bed. "Like that slave?" his lover growled.
"Yes! There, My Lord, there!" Kurt screamed, quickly bighting his tongue when he realized how loud his was being.
"No, don't do that!" he lover yelled at him. "I want you to scream for me! Scream at the top of your fucking lungs!"
Kurt obliged, letting loose all the wild cries his lover's harsh thrusts were forcing from his throat. He screamed, and moaned, and shouted out just about every obscenity which had ever been written. After an eternity of pleasure-filled thrusts and loud cries, Kurt's lover came, roaring at the top of his lungs as his powerful climax flooded into Kurt's body. Kurt couldn't help falling over the edge the second his lover came, being thrown into one of the most intense orgasms of his life. His pleasure was only heightened by his lover's seed flooding into him, his own passionate release leaving his absolutely breathless.
His lover collapsed against his chest, gasping desperately for breath. They both needed a few minutes to recover before they could even think again. "Wow," his lover breathed, pulling out of his body and rolling onto the mattress beside him. "Holy fuck, that way so - wow."
Kurt nodded, closing his eyes and swallowing hard. His lover glanced at him inquiringly. "We're done now, right?"
Kurt chuckled, raising his eyebrows. "Why yes My Lord, I believe we are."
"Good." His lover wrapped his arms around Kurt's chest, cuddling up close to him and gently nuzzling his neck with his lips. "I almost couldn't stay in character a few times there."
"Me too." Kurt smiled, glancing up at the handcuffs and shifting his wrists. "Ahem?"
"Oh." His lover laughed and pulled the key out of the drawer in the nightstand. "Sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I baby?"
Kurt shook his head, feeling amused by how quickly his lover could changed between completely different personalities. One moment, he was playing the vicious, abusive lord, the next moment, he was cuddling him and asking if he was alright. His lover unlocked the cuffs and pulled them away, letting Kurt bring his wrists down. Kurt rubbed at his sore wrists, knowing he was going to feel like hell the next morning.
"So?" his lover asked, raising his eyebrows inquiringly. "I improvised a little this time. Good?"
"Oh, VERY good." Kurt pulled his lover into his arms, squeezing his tightly, a happy sigh escaping his lips. "God, we have so much fun. You know you are without a doubt the best lover I've ever had? I've never had sex with anyone else that could even compare to what we just did."
"I love you too, Kurt."
Kurt grinned and pulled his lover closer. "And I love you, Steven."
THE END
FYI: Takes place late 2000, smack dab in the middle of Steven
Richard's run with RTC.