Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/9861926. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Video_Blogging_RPF Character: Caspar_Lee, Joe_Sugg Additional Tags: Overstimulation, BDSM, Bondage, Your_typical_submissive_as_fuck_Joe, Orgasm_Denial, Touch-Starved, Smut Stats: Published: 2017-02-22 Words: 1313 ****** Caspar's Play Thing ****** by littlepuddingjoe Summary Joe loves Caspar's sadistic mind but he doesn't think he can hold on much longer. It’s only been half an hour and Joe already feels like he’s going to lose his mind. He honestly has no idea why he even agreed to this; he knows how sadistic Caspar is, knew that when the blond boy had said he wouldn’t let him come that he’d actually meant it. Deep down, though, Joe knows that’s exactly what he wanted, and there’s probably nobody better fit to this than his boyfriend. He’s lying naked on Caspar's bed now, wrists bound behind his back with one of the younger boy’s belts (and it chafes a bit, and though he’d never actually say it out loud, Joe sort of likes it), dick hard and positively leaking where it’s curved against his hip. Both his legs are tied to either ends of the bed, spreading him wide, a strain on his muscles his petit body obviously could not take. He feels like the sun is glowing under his skin, dying and about to burst inside him. There’s a cock ring somewhere in the mix, too, but Joe is past the point of feeling it any longer. Caspar, on the other hand, is still fully clothed and looks utterly calm, like Joe isn’t even there. He's sitting cross legged editing a video that's due to go up a little later on in the day, and he hasn’t touched him in five solid minutes. "Caspar," the brunette grits out, hating the way he sounds, desperate and broken and completely at the other boy’s mercy. Caspar glances up from where he’s editing, his ocean blue eyes disinterested where he’s peering above his laptop screen. "What." Joe whines, hips lifting from the bed. "Please touch me." Caspar snorts before glancing at his watch, where he’s keeping a timer. "It’s not even been six minutes. Are you that needy?" There’s a hint of a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. Joe wants to hit him. Instead, though, he just nods silently, eyes shutting tight as he feels his cheeks heat. "I don’t think you’ve earned it." "Caspar," Joe cries, eyes flying open. His heart is beating fast; he needs something, anything. The barest of touches, even just a fingertip. He isn’t picky. He doesn't think he can be picky, in a situation like this. "Please." "Again." Caspar’s face is pleasant. It pisses Joe off so much. He wants him to beg. "Please, Caspar," he says anyway, voice small. "Touch me." He can feel himself shaking. Caspar's grin only widens as he slinks from his position on the edge of the mattress, his laptop aside. He's settling between Joe’s spread legs and tugging his thighs so that the older boy’s ass is settled in his lap. The motion pulls the ropes taut and a sharp gasp slips from Joe's mouth and Caspar can let that one slide - he can see the rope chafing his ankles but he chooses to ignore it. Gently, he ghosts just the pads of his fingertips against Joe’s dick, at the edge of the cock ring, and his entire body quakes. He whines high in his throat. "So sensitive," Caspar teases lowly, eyes flashing. "Do you like that?" “Y-yes," Joe all but cries. “Please don’t stop.” He’s panting. Caspar tuts. “Look at you.” That’s all he really needs to say; Joe knows how he must look, naked and flushed underneath Caspar, reduced to begging at the slightest provocation. It only serves to make him harder. Caspar obliges without further prodding, to the brunette's relief; his touches are gentle, barely-there, but it’s enough to leave Joe writhing and gasping, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Without warning, Caspar leans down, angling Joe's cock towards himself before swallowing him down. He gasps roughly, throat raw with it, his back arching into a tight bow. It’s almost too much, the wet heat of Caspar's mouth, the incredible suction it creates when he hollows his cheeks. That burning light expands under Joe's skin, feels like it’ll envelop him. He’s babbling, begging Caspar not to stop, and then oh god, he's gonna come, he’s going to come-- And then Caspar is pulling away, leaving Joe cold and sloppy, and he actually does start crying as his orgasm dies between his hips. “Please, Caspar, please let me come,” he begs breathlessly. “Please, I’ve been good, I’ve-" Caspar hushes him, eyes falling blank again. "You’ve been very good. I’ll let you come when I feel like letting you come," is all he says before he slides away to resume his previous on the bed, reaching for his laptop. Joe absolutely wants to die. It continues like that; Caspar waits six minutes, brings Joe to the edge, and pulls away again. Then he waits seven, then eight, then nine, and each time Joe feels like he’s going to burst. Finally, once Joe has waited a solid ten, quiet minutes, Caspar crawls back and wraps a tight fist around his swollen, wet cock. There are big, silent tears streaking Joe's cheeks as he sobs brokenly. "Let me come, please, oh god, please let me come,” he begs in a whisper, thrusting his dick sharply into Caspar’s fist. “You’ve been a good boy,” Caspar murmurs again, and Joe wonders if those words ever do mean anything, as Caspar pulls his hand back. "Do you think you can wait fifteen minutes for me, hm?" Joe doesn’t think he can, but he nods regardless. Caspar crawls back down his body, brushing the tip of his nose up the length of Joe’s aching cock, tender with the bare amount of affection he’s willing to show. "Do you really?" Joe swallows. "I will, I will," he promises in a squeak. “Maybe if you’re good enough, I’ll stretch you open, yeah?” Caspar murmurs, nothing more than his breath ghosting over Joe's erection. It’s enough to feel like he’s touching him, though, stroking him soft and wet. "I’ll get you all slick and ready and then fill you up with my cock, hmm? Is that what you want, after all this?" And then all Caspar has to do is brush the pads of his fingers against Joe’s hole and Joe comes, untouched, without permission. His back arches violently as he gasps so hard he feels his throat go raw, but that doesn't stop the sinful noises spilling from his mouth simultaneously with the hot spurts of cum coating his stomach, and there’s the vague wet feeling of cum on his collarbone. Suddenly, Caspar's hand is there, too, jerking Joe hard and tight as he keeps coming, choking on air as he gasps with each load. "You came before I gave you permission," Caspar murmurs low in his ear, tone dangerous. Joe whines, trying to close his thighs. The friction is becoming uncomfortable, too much for him to bear. More tears stream down Joe’s cheeks and Caspar doesn’t relent. He crawls back down the smaller boy’s body, taking his cock back into his mouth and makes Joe scream. Joe thinks he can hear himself apologising and begging Caspar to stop, but his mind is somewhere else completely, and maybe he doesn’t really want Caspar to stop but finally, finally, after what feels like an eternity, he does pull away, wiping his mouth. Joe vaguely registers a soft click and the release of pressure from between his thighs. "You can never listen," Caspar says, though from what Joe can see through his bleary eyes, he doesn’t actually look all that disappointed. "'m sorry," he slurs through thick tears, already losing himself to unconsciousness. The last thing Joe registers is the feeling of Caspar rolling him gently over to remove the belt, warm palms working gently over the chafed skin of his wrists, finger untying the knots that set his legs apart, lips pressing against his shoulder, his hips, everywhere else he had hurt in the process, and then blissful nothingness. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!