Fic: On Display

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title: On Display
rating: very NC-17
paring: Billy/Dom with added Elijah
warning: serious D/s, spanking, some other possibly squicky things

summary: "Elijah's coming over today," Billy said suddenly.
disclaimer: I'm pretty sure this isn't true...
a/n: special thanks to bloodrayveness for continually inspring me and for beta-ing this fic.

“Elijah’s coming over today,” Billy said suddenly, as if just remembering. Dom knew Billy hadn’t forgotten; Billy always told Dom things like this very deliberately. Dom, his mouth occupied at the moment, flicked his gaze up to Billy’s face and hummed in acknowledgement. “Enough,” Billy said quietly.

 

Dom gave Billy’s cock a final long, slow lick and pulled off. He rested his head on Billy’s thigh. “What time?”

 

Billy checked his watch. “Oh, about ten minutes or so,” he drawled.

 

Dom’s eyes widened and he sat up straight. Billy crooked his finger at Dom, inviting him up into the armchair. Billy pulled him into a kiss, but Dom resisted.

 

“But—”

 

“Dom,” Billy interrupted sternly, fixing him with a hard glare.

 

“I need to—May I get dressed?” Dom asked, squirming in Billy’s grasp.

 

“No.” Dom whimpered but Billy shushed him quickly. “You’re to stay as you are. Remain on your knees as normal, only speak when spoken to.”

 

“Bill—” Dom breathed before he could stop himself. He clamped his mouth shut.

 

“It’s a good thing the rules don’t start until Lij gets here, eh?” Billy asked coolly, making it clear that he didn’t appreciate Dom’s disobedience, even though he hadn’t told Dom to be quiet yet. “Are you afraid, Dom?”

 

Before Dom could answer, the doorbell rang. Dom’s face burned a deep red. Billy stood up and buttoned his trousers, pushing Dom to the floor.

 

“Wait in the kitchen with beer for us. You may have any non-alcoholic drink you wish.” Dom stared up at Billy incredulously. “Behave, Dominic. Do not embarrass me,” Billy growled. Without another glance at Dom, Billy went to answer the door.

 

His ears burning with shame, Dom quickly went into the kitchen and opened two bottles of beer, snagging a water bottle from the refrigerator for himself. He could hear Billy and Elijah chatting at the front door. Dom impulsively took a small sip from each of the beers, hoping Billy wouldn’t notice. He quickly swallowed several mouthfuls of water to mask the smell on his breath.

 

“Dominic?” Billy called loudly. Dom flinched, afraid he’d been caught, but Billy only asked him to bring their drinks to the main room.

 

Dom noticed a bag of pretzels on the counter and hurriedly dumped some into a bowl. He put the three drinks and the bowl onto a tray and carried it easily to the coffee table in the other room. Dom kept his eyes on the floor though Billy hadn’t ordered him to.

 

“What is this?” Billy asked as Elijah took a pretzel and popped it into his mouth. “Dominic?”

 

“I—I thought our guest might be hungry,” Dom stammered. He still hadn’t looked over at Elijah, choosing instead to focus on Billy’s bare feet.

 

“Good, good,” Billy murmured.

 

“Thanks, Dom,” Elijah chirped, munching on another pretzel. Dom didn’t answer. His hands, resting on his thighs, twisted nervously into fists. Dom hunched over slightly; he could feel Elijah’s gaze on him and he felt incredibly exposed.

 

“Dominic, our guest said thank you. Where are your manners?”

 

“You’re welcome,” Dom mumbled. Billy’s hand fisted in his hair, jerking his head up. Out of the corner of his eye, Dom could see Elijah lounging on the sofa, casually sipping his beer and watching them.

 

“You will look at us when you speak and when we speak to you. And straighten the fuck up, Dominic,” Billy hissed, punctuating it with a sharp tug of Dom’s hair. Dom focused his gaze on Billy’s biceps, flexing with the force of his grip. “Now, again.”

 

Dom turned his head deliberately toward Elijah and said clearly, “You’re welcome, sir.” He’d added the ‘sir’ in hopes to appease Billy. Elijah smirked.

 

“Behave, Dominic,” Billy repeated sternly. “And no, you may not have the food.” Elijah quirked an eyebrow and Dom’s face fell slightly, though he kept his back straight.

 

It was beyond weird to be naked in front of Elijah while Elijah was still fully clothed, and even weirder to be subbing for Billy in another’s presence. Unsure of where he was wanted, Dom settled on his knees beside Billy’s chair. He watched Billy, mostly, though he made a point to look over at Elijah as well.

 

Billy and Elijah talked as if nothing was wrong, as if they did this every day. Elijah didn’t appear ruffled at all by Dom’s nudity and Billy’s shirtless-ness. He didn’t even seem freaked out by the nature of Dom and Billy’s relationship, and Dom wondered fleetingly how much Billy had told Elijah beforehand. Dom felt a flush rising on his cheeks at the thought of Billy calmly discussing this with Elijah. They weren’t doing so now—in fact, besides Billy’s hand occasionally drifting to Dom’s hair, they both seemed to be ignoring him.

 

Dom wanted his water, but it was out of reach and he wasn’t sure if Billy wanted him to stay still.

 

“Um,” Dom said softly, almost hoping Billy wouldn’t hear him. “May I have my drink, please?”

 

Billy glanced down at him. “Yes, go ahead. Then come up here,” he said, patting the arm of the chair.

 

Dom quickly finished the bottle and gracefully maneuvered into position at Billy’s hip. Billy one again laced his fingers in Dom’s hair and pulled him in for a kiss. After a sharp bite on Dom’s lower lip, Billy jerked back.

 

“You disobeyed me.” Dom’s eyes flashed in panic. “I told you not to drink the beer, didn’t I?”

 

“Yes, Billy,” Dom replied. He averted his eyes, his cheeks glowing red.

 

“I didn’t think I’d need to use force tonight, Dominic, but I suppose I was wrong. Elijah, escort him to the bedroom. Make sure he stays on his knees and reprimand him however you see fit if he does not.”

 

Dom had to fight back tears. Not only was he humiliated by the fact that he needed punishment in front of a guest, but now Billy didn’t trust him to follow these simple orders. Dom dropped off the chair to his hands and knees and crawled to the bedroom, his head hanging low between his arms. He heard Elijah’s steps behind him and shivered at the thought of Elijah watching his bare arse as he crawled.

 

In the bedroom, Dom knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. Elijah clambered up and lounged in front of him. They were alone for several minutes and Dom wondered if Billy was doing this to punish him as well. Probably.

 

“You’re not very well-behaved,” Elijah said, staring down at Dom.

 

“I’m sorry,” Dom murmured, forcing himself to meet his friend’s eyes. He would not break Billy’s rules now, not if he could help it.

 

“I didn’t think you’d be so shy.”

 

Dom didn’t know how to respond, so he settled for a questioning glance.

 

“I thought you’d be dying to show off, but Billy was right, wasn’t he? You hate this, being on display for me.”

 

Again, Dom was unsure of what to say. Billy chose that moment to come in, however, and Dom automatically lowered his head apologetically, as he always did for punishments. Billy was carrying a short crop and he tapped it between Dom’s shoulderblades.

 

“How many, Dom? What do you deserve for your actions?” Elijah watched curiously. “Explain yourself, Dominic.”

 

It was never the pain Dom found punishing, but the humiliation of being forced to describe his misdeeds and assign his own punishment. They’d been doing this long enough that Dom had a pretty good grasp of Billy’s punishment scale, but occasionally Billy saw fit to change what Dom assigned himself.

 

“Elijah, either sit in the chair or up by the headboard; I need that space clear.”

 

Elijah scooted up on the pillows. Dom cleared his throat, asking for Billy’s attention.

 

“Yes, Dom?”

 

“I disobeyed you, Billy,” Dom began hoarsely, repeating the lines he’d said many times before. Billy tilted Dom’s face up by his chin, then let it fall back down.

 

“Continue,” Billy said crisply. “What have you done?”

 

“I—I drank some of the beer even though you told me not to. I did it impulsively because I was frustrated and frightened. I brought out a bowl of pretzels even though you didn’t ask for them. I did it because I was hungry, and I’d hoped you would let me eat. I…”

 

“Keep going,” Billy ordered. Dom thought he heard Elijah snigger.

 

“I was impolite to our guest and my master, because I was frustrated and annoyed. I didn’t maintain my posture because I was self-conscious.” Dom risked a glance up at Billy’s face to make sure that there was nothing more he needed to admit to; Billy nodded.

 

“I beg my master’s forgiveness for these actions. I am sorry and I will try to do better in the future.” Dom felt tears prickling behind his eyes. He wondered how long Elijah was staying and how much Billy would let him see.

 

“You will do better in future,” Billy snapped, laying a sharper tap between Dom’s shoulderblades. Dom flinched. “What is your punishment?”

 

“I deserve… Five for each offense and an additional ten to ensure that I’ve learned. My master should add to this punishment if he sees fit to.”

 

“Good. I will give you the thirty you asked for and then Elijah may do whatever he wishes for your apology to him.” Billy ran his fingers through Dom’s hair, but Dom didn’t have time to draw any comfort from the gesture because Billy’s first slap came immediately and without warning. Dom cried out in surprise.

 

“Does my master wish me to count?” Dom asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

 

“No. Your master wants you quiet. Silent for as long as you can manage, but you will receive no further punishment for your cries.”

 

The blows fell evenly across Dom’s back. Billy delivered them in waves of force: beginning hard, then softening, then even harder for the next set of five. Dom couldn’t contain his shouts and whimpers past the twelfth stripe, but he made sure to keep the sounds wordless. When Billy reached the twentieth hit, he stopped to give Dom a breather.

 

“Do you deserve the additional ten, Dom?” Billy asked softly, stroking the nape of Dom’s neck. Dom tearfully shook his head. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Dom, but you asked for thirty, didn’t you?” Dom nodded. “Did you think you deserved that?”

 

“Yes, sir,” Dom admitted weakly Billy jerked Dom up by his hair, holding him erect. He held the crop beneath Dom’s chin, pressing hard against his throat.

 

“You’ve not changed your mind. You’re trying to dodge punishment. Another five before I give you to him. Or should I make it ten?”

 

What Billy said was true. Dom wasn’t enough of a masochist to beg for more of this particular punishment, but Billy expected honesty and Dom was determined to give it.

 

“Ten, sir. It was very wrong of me to do that.”

 

“Stay the fuck up, Dom,” Billy growled, tugging Dom’s hair again. He returned to the punishment, a slight bit lighter now that Dom still had another ten to go. When he was finished, he helped Dom up to the bed and let him collapse onto his stomach. Dom hid his face in his arms, trying to control his body’s trembling, not wanting Elijah to see too much.

 

“Elijah,” Billy said sharply. “Demand your apology. You may use any of these—” Dom heard the squeak of the closet opening. Their tamer toys were kept in the closet. “Or you may ask me to deliver the punishment if you don’t think you can.”

 

“Hmm…” Elijah hummed smugly. “This. Does he need…?”

 

“No. And tell him how long for.” Billy’s voice betrayed nothing this time and Dom found himself lifting his head to see what they were talking about.

 

But Elijah’s hand landed heavily on Dom’s upper back, directly on the marks Billy just laid, and Dom screamed. Elijah didn’t let up. Dom squirmed, trying to ease the pressure.

 

“Shut the fuck up,” Elijah hissed. With effort, Dom managed to stifle his cries. He felt Elijah’s fingers stroke down his spine, scraping over Billy’s marks, down to the cleft of his arse. Dom sucked in a breath through his teeth.

 

“Dom,” Billy murmured, leaning down to touch his lips to Dom’s shoulder. Dom relaxed marginally, trusting that Billy wouldn’t let Elijah do anything that pushed Dom’s limits. And indeed, when Elijah nudged the plug against his arse, Dom realized that it was a small one, and Dom’s arsehole was still slick enough from earlier that he needn’t have worried. Elijah pushed the plug in to the hilt and backed off, leaving Dom with one last scrape across his back. Dom moaned quietly, this time in pleasure.

 

“Until tomorrow night, Dom,” Elijah said tauntingly.

 

“No.”

 

Dom whipped his head around to see Billy’s face.

 

“That interferes with my plans, Elijah, I’m sorry. Until tomorrow morning.”

 

Elijah turned to glare at Billy. “You’re undermining my authority, Bill.”

 

“You have whatever authority I choose to grant you. Dominic, go to the kitchen and get a drink. Water only. I trust you’ll have no problems obeying this time?” Billy added with a raised eyebrow.

 

Dom shook his head. “No, Billy.” He slid off the bed onto his hands and knees and gingerly crawled out of the room. His back stung from the beating and his arse, small though the plug was, felt stretched wide.

 

Dom was intensely glad that Billy had intervened. A whole day was a long time to go with something shoved up one’s arse. As he twisted the cap off a new bottle of water, Dom recalled the feel of Elijah’s hands on him, so different from Billy’s. He felt the color rise on his cheeks again. Elijah’s presence this evening seemed to have provoked a perpetual blush of shame.

 

Suddenly, Billy was at his side, Elijah in tow. Dom looked up at them nervously, his grip on the bottle tightening.

 

“Dinnertime, Dommie,” Elijah said cheerfully.

 

Dom held back a groan. He knew Billy wouldn’t let him eat, or at least not much.

 

“Elijah, please wait at the table,” Billy said politely. Elijah scampered off, looking like his usual energetic self. “Dominic, c’mere.”

 

Dom scooted around obediently, kneeling at Billy’s feet.

 

“You may rise to set the table and bring in the food, but then you’re to kneel at my side. You may eat what I give you and drink from your bottle. After dinner, clear the table, but don’t worry about the dishes tonight, I’ll take care of it tomorrow. Join Elijah and me in the living room and I’ll give you further orders then, understood?”

 

Dom nodded dazedly at the instructions. “Billy—”

 

Billy cocked his head to show that he was listening.

 

“How long is he staying?”

 

“As long as I see fit, Dominic,” Billy replied sharply.

 

“May I eat if Elijah gives me something?”

 

Billy grinned wickedly. “You must ask me each time.” Dom nodded. “Now, there’s food in the fridge; microwave it and bring it out.” Billy bent at the waist to kiss Dom lightly on the lips. Dom smiled and sighed in relief.

 

When the food was finished and the table set, Dom took his place at Billy’s feet, making an effort not to look like a starved puppy. He took the small bites of meat and vegetables that Billy held out for him. Billy and Elijah chatted as if Dom wasn’t there at all.

 

And then Elijah called his name, holding out a piece of asparagus.

 

Shite, Dom groaned inwardly, but he was famished and couldn’t in good conscience turn down the morsel. He looked up at Billy.

 

“May I eat what our guest offers, sir?”

 

After a moment, Billy nodded. Dom’s face glowed red in embarrassment as he took the food from Elijah’s fingers. This process was repeated a few more times before Billy said ‘no.’ Elijah smirked at Dom’s pleading expression.

 

“Elijah, drop it,” Billy ordered. Dom looked at the small bite longingly. “You may take it from the floor if you wish, but do not use your hands.”

 

Dom, who hadn’t eaten more than a few pretzels before this meal since yesterday afternoon, made a face, but hunched over to pick it up with his mouth, extremely glad that he’d swept the floor recently. He had to fight back tears at Elijah’s amused laughter.

 

Two more times this happened before Billy said, “Enough. Dominic, clean up here.” He and Elijah rose as one to retire to the living room. As soon as they were gone, Dom pushed himself to his feet and looked at their plates.

 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Dom groaned. They’d each only eaten half of their food. This was another test, Dom knew, suddenly realizing why Billy said he’d take care of the dishes tomorrow. Dom brought the plates to the kitchen and gulped down the rest of his water bottle. Then he dropped to his knees, wincing as the jolt echoed through his joints, and hoped there was truth in the old adage, “Out of sight, out of mind.”

 

When Dom entered the living room, he found Billy and Elijah in their previous positions on the armchair and sofa, respectively. Billy was lazily stroking his semi-hard cock while Elijah watched eagerly, his own jeans undone and gaping open. Dom sat back carefully on his heels at Billy’s knee, mindful of the plug.

 

“I’ve finished, sir,” he said. Dom looked up at Billy’s face, the very picture of obedience.

 

“Now finish what you started before Elijah came.”

 

Dom gasped. “I—”

 

Billy cut him off with a growl. “Dominic, don’t make me tell you twice. On your hands and knees, now.”

 

Dom did as he was told: he arranged himself in front of Billy and tentatively leaned in to nuzzle Billy’s cock. Billy helped him, as Dom couldn’t use his hands, and then rested his hand on the back of Dom’s head. Dom felt his ever-present flush spread down his neck and shoulders, but tried to focus, concentrating on giving Billy what he wanted. He swirled his tongue around and took Billy deep into the back of his throat. Finally, he forgot about Elijah’s presence. Dom moaned, his own cock hardening between his legs.

 

Then Elijah was behind him, twisting and rotating the plug and then, then he maneuvered his fingers, two of them, into Dom’s arse around the plug. Dom groaned, torn between pleasure and surprised anger.

 

“Dominic,” Billy hissed warningly and thrust up into his mouth. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

 

Dom dutifully returned to his task, moaning occasionally at Elijah’s continuous twisting and probing. Billy was close, Dom could feel it. He flicked his tongue over the head of his cock and Billy thrust up roughly in response, his hands tightening in Dom’s hair and pushing down.

 

“Fuck, Dommie, so fucking good at this,” Billy panted. With a loud, incomprehensible noise, Billy came, pushing deep into Dom’s throat until Dom was forced to swallow around Billy’s cock.

 

“Such a slut, Dominic, my god,” Elijah taunted, pushing the tip of a third finger into Dom’s arse. “I was gonna say that you’re lucky this plug is small, but you’d take this with a larger one, wouldn’t you, you greedy slut.”

 

Dom’s face was contorted with the pleasure of Elijah’s fingers and the pain of his words. He let Billy’s cock slip from his lips and pushed his face into Billy’s thigh. Billy was petting his hair, he realized.

 

“C’mon, slut, come for me,” Elijah hissed. Dom gasped and thrust back against Elijah’s fingers, his body begging for more.

 

“No, Dom, don’t you fucking come yet,” Billy breathed. “Enough, Elijah.”

 

Dom groaned, not entirely sure whether he was happy about Billy’s order or not. Elijah reluctantly backed off. Billy pulled Dom into his lap and kissed him thoroughly. Dom whimpered into Billy’s mouth and relaxed into pliancy in Billy’s arms. He felt Billy’s fingers gently massaging his arse.

 

Suddenly, Billy broke the kiss and lowered Dom to the floor. “Elijah, you may go. Dom, say your goodbyes and go to the bedroom. Wait for me on the bed, arms and legs spread.”

 

Dom nodded wearily and looked over at Elijah. “Goodbye sir. It was a pleasure having you in our home.” Elijah reached out and ruffled Dom’s hair, making him smile, then rose to his feet and did up his jeans.

 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dommie,” Elijah replied casually.

 

Don nodded and crawled out of the room. He resisted the urge to eavesdrop and arranged himself as ordered in the bedroom. A few minutes later, Billy appeared in the doorway. He smiled approvingly at Dom’s position: legs spread, knees bent, and hands griping the slats of the headboard.

 

“Lovely,” Billy breathed. He quickly rid himself of his trousers and knelt between Dom’s thighs. “I can’t take the plug out until morning, and I’m not sure I could get it up again anyway after that blowjob, so I won’t be fucking you,” Billy explained. Dom beamed at the praise, choosing to ignore the fact that the plug had to stay in through the night.

 

“But you were beautiful this evening, Dom, so I will let you come. You did very well; pleased me greatly.”

 

“I disobeyed you, Billy,” Dom objected sadly.

 

“And you were punished. Relax now.” Billy leaned low over Dom and closed his lips around Dom’s right nipple, gently, with no teeth. He worked his way slowly down Dom’s torso, dipping his tongue briefly into Dom’s navel to make him squirm with pleasure.

 

“Fuck, Billy, please, yes, please…” Dom moaned, his hips jerking off the bed when Billy’s mouth descended on his painfully erect cock. Billy managed a smile and gently massaged Dom’s balls. He kept up this loving assault until Dom was coming, explosively and loudly.

 

As Dom lay catching his breath, Billy grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to wipe up the extraneous drops of come, then he stretched out beside Dom and intertwined their legs.

 

“Mmmm, Billy. Love you,” Dom sighed happily, his eyelashes fluttering.

 

“All right, then?” Billy asked, stroking Dom’s chest comfortingly.

 

“May I speak freely?”

 

“Of course.”

 

“I was scared. I’m not sure I liked it, him being here. I mean, I guess… I guess it’s better him than a stranger, because I trust him, but… But then again not, y’know?”

 

Billy nodded. “You know why I chose him, though, and that’s good. Dom, were you ever scared enough to want to use your safeword?”

 

“No,” Dom replied immediately. “I just… It was humiliating.”

 

“Which was the point.”

 

“I know.” Dom sighed. “I’m conflicted.”

 

Billy couldn’t stifle a chuckle. “‘Conflicted?’ I love how you talk, Dommie. Tell me why you’re conflicted.”

 

“I know I told you I… But I just…” He let out a harsh, frustrated sigh. “I’m not sure I was ready. I’m sorry,” Dom continued, his disappointment in himself evident.

 

Billy laid a hand on Dom’s cheek to turn his head and kissed him gently.

 

“You did wonderfully. And don’t be sorry; you were surprised by this, I know.”

 

“Yeah.” Dom was silent for a moment.

 

“Finished?”

 

Dom nodded and Billy reached over him to turn off the light. Dom was near sleep when he felt Billy shift beside him to whisper in his ear.

 

“I’m going to take that plug out while you’re still sleeping, Dominic, and wake you up with my cock in your arse and your hands bound to the headboard,” Billy murmured.

 

“Mmm, fuck, Billy, yes, please,” Dom groaned, arching into Billy’s warm body.

 

“In the morning, Dommie. Sleep now. Sleep, Dom.”



fin.