Moreid, Sperek & Shematthew one-shots

Safe and Sound

Pain... Pleasure

Trust... Control

Control... Dominance

Dominance... Submission

Spencer's knees were beginning to ache from how long he'd been kneeling, but he didn't dare move. Spencer's master had told him to kneel, and he wasn't one to break orders. Especially not orders from his master.

His master, Derek Morgan controlled his every move, and Spencer didn't even try to stop it. In fact, the change from a normal, vanilla relationship to a dominant-submissive relationship had been accidental, and it hadn't even been intentional.

Spencer had always been a bit more lenient, he'd never told Derek no when it came to anything, sexual or otherwise. Spencer had no problem letting his masculine boyfriend take the reins.

Derek hadn't meant to bring out the submissive in his younger partner, but he couldn't lie and say he didn't absolutely love the control he exhibited over him. Derek had always had a kinky streak, he'd loved it rough, but he'd come to the conclusion when he got with Spencer things wouldn't be the same.

Spencer was shy, a virgin when he and Derek got together. It wasn't an invalid thought that sex would be just as inexperienced as his lover was, but Derek didn't really mind. Derek loved the fact that his lover was inexperienced, it gave him a sense of control, power... he'd been the only one to touch him thus far, and he'd be the only one to ever touch him if he had his way about it. Derek knew that Spencer being inexperienced shouldn't have been such a turn on for him, but he couldn't help the slight thrill he got every time he took Spencer to completion over and over again.

Derek made it a habit to make the young genius come out of his shell some—to try out new things, to experience new things at the hands of his more experienced lover.

Derek and Spencer were absolutely total opposites, but somehow they made things work. Derek is 33, Spencer is 24. Derek is rather experienced, Spencer is rather shy. Derek isn't nearly as smart as Spencer, but then again, who could be? Derek's young lover is a genius.

Spencer was practically dripping in anticipation. He'd lost track of time as he kneeled on the floor, being a good boy like he'd always strived to be. Spencer jumped slightly as he heard the dungeon door open, excitement bubbled up in his chest, and he couldn't help but be anxious.

Spencer knew that whatever it was that Derek was going to do would ultimately make him go over the edge. He was glad that Derek had put a cock-ring on him so he couldn't cum until he'd been allowed to. Spencer could barely hold himself back when he was trying, and it'd been a while since the two had done anything like this, so it'd be rather hard to hold him back on any account, but Spencer liked it.

Spencer liked the lack of control... he liked knowing that it wasn't his decision when he finally gets his release, or when he gets fucked. He likes knowing that he doesn't have the control to decide what to wear, what to eat, or how to dress. He likes the complete loss of control and that was something he'd never thought would be okay with him.

However, kneeling on the cement ground of his lovers dungeon—one that he'd helped design, mind you—he couldn't help but he excited.

"Stand," Derek said his voice strong, commanding. His young lover shivered at the heat in his voice and did as he was told, standing up gracefully from his kneeling position. Derek took the time to admire his lover from behind. His slave, his lover was naked as he'd been commanded to be anytime he was in the dungeon, and the young man was gorgeous at any angle, but Derek especially liked seeing his young, tight little ass on display.