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snoggedTitle: Dirty Boy
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/(I can’t tell you or it wouldn’t be a surprise)
Word Count: 1464
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; for SLASH, themes of BDSM, blow jobs, adult language, sexual slurs, and a little mindfuckery.
Spoilers: Set between “Miracles” and “The Best Burger In New York”
Team Beta: many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darlingchaos, rockstarpeach, and kallie_kat for their awesome beta skills. Also, idioticonion for reading the first draft and reassuring me that that my smut muse isn't dead.
A/N: Written forrockstarpeach who wanted the kink: denial (as in, denying how much one enjoys a situation that others would find unappealing) and for idioticonion who wanted to see Barney in a Dom/sub situation.
“Dirty boy. Dirty boy likes to take it up the ass like the filthy pussies he fucks. Don’t you, dirty boy?”
Barney flinched at the harsh words. He hated the truth of them; hated the way they made his dick twitch in anticipation. He would never admit to it though. He would never admit to another fucking soul that those words were the reason he kept coming back to this place, this pit of pain and pleasure located right in the heart of New York’s soft underbelly.
“Yes,” Barney hissed, feeling the soft leather tip of a riding crop run along the length of his spine. There was something about the voice that sounded familiar to him but he couldn’t quite place it. It probably wasn’t a huge deal. He had heard plenty of voices over the years, though most of them were the moans of panting chicks. He closed his eyes--even though the blindfold made that unnecessary--and let the sensation roll over him. “Yes sir.”
As the crop cracked down against his exposed shoulder blade, he couldn’t help but remember the conversation he had had with Lily just weeks before, the conversation that had led him to into the second circle of hell.
***
“Barney, you have had sex with every woman in New York City, your libido is known far and wide, and if your dick had a brain it’s IQ would be off the charts. You’re wild and uninhibited, you’re not ashamed to try the lamest pick-up lines in the book and bimbos everywhere are dying to crawl into bed with you.”
Barney curled his hand into a fist and held it out for her to bump. Lily narrowed her eyes, but obliged him. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Aldrin. But what’s the but here?”
“You’re not happy. You spend every day planning and executing your moves on vulnerable women. You don’t let yourself surrender; you don’t let yourself give up control. That’s why Robin won’t take your need for a relationship with her seriously because she knows all your moves and they don’t interest her. Normally, I don’t support your endeavors into the sex industry but I know this place that you should go to. Ted’s old boss had a business card for it in his desk, right next to that stupid Pete Rose baseball. It’s called Leather Fantasies. And ooh, didn’t you say once that 83% of all business executives are totally into the kinky stuff?”
***
Initially, he had come to the club in search of a leather and lace, triple X hottie with double D boobs that would smack him around a little and call him a bad boy before screwing his lights out. But what he found instead was a masked man, draped in black leather, who beat him, humiliated him, and fucked him. A man who dotted his ass, back, and thighs with red welts that never truly faded. A man who made him cum so hard that it made him forget that he had ever had feelings for Robin.
Barney winced at the sound of metal teeth clicking out a merry tune as they separated, knowing what was coming next. Within moments, he could taste the leaking pre-cum on his lips and he really didn’t want to open his mouth. No matter how many times this man had forced his way into Barney’s mouth or how many times he had felt the milky, thick strands of cum coat the back of his throat; he tried desperately to believe that he wasn’t a cock sucker. He was a cunt sucker. What up.
“Please, sir,” he mumbled, feeling pathetic for asking when he knew it would happen anyway. “Don’t make me do this.”
“You ungrateful little bitch. You should be begging for my cock. Now, take it into your damn mouth or I’ll force it in there. I could stuff your face so full of cum it would leak out of your pores for the next week. Do you want me to do that, slut?”
Barney whimpered and shook his head. He slowly pried his lips apart to give the pulsing, engorged cock entrance but he couldn’t bring himself to do more than that. It felt slick and heavy against his tongue and it pushed against his cheeks as if demanding him to do more than he was.
“Suck it,” his Master grunted, threading his fingers into Barney’s short, slightly curly hair. “Like a fucking lollipop.”
But he wasn’t fast enough. He couldn’t swallow, couldn’t lick, couldn’t take it, couldn’t do it. Instead, he choked and sputtered as his Master brutally fucked his mouth, barely giving him a second to catch his breath.
“You’re gonna swallow every drop and if I catch one drop on the floor, you’ll be buying drinks at MacLaren’s for a week.”
The moment came to a standstill as both players realized that the shit had hit the fan.
“I mean…you’ll be licking this floor clean, you dirty bitch, from wall to wall.” But the previously menacing tone had left the building.
Barney felt the grip on his hair loosen but the dick that was still in his mouth prevented him from responding. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together though. He had been fucking set up. Lily had fucking set him up on a date with her husband! The dirty little minx had probably known exactly what was going to happen and it probably got her off at night.
“Okay, fine. You figured me out, Barney,” Marshall sighed heavily. “We needed the money. But that doesn't let you off the hook. You're paying to be my bitch and we're gonna do this right."
“Fuck no,” Barney hissed, feeling pissed that Marshall would even considering keeping up with the charade. This wasn’t what he paid for. He wasn’t paying to get fucked by one of his best friends. Bros didn’t fuck other bros and they especially didn’t use whips, chains, or handcuffs either. “It was one thing when you were just some random guy but last week you shoved a black studded dildo up my ass and the week before you made me sit on your lap and call you daddy. I can’t believe you’ll still want to go through this.”
Barney could hear the sounds of leather snapping against Marshall’s thigh and he knew that the riding crop had come back into play as an attempt to threaten.
“You dirty little bitch, you’re gonna take my cock back into your mouth and you’re gonna like it. That’s what good boys do. Especially when I could tell everyone in the bar that you like the taste of cock. Wanna bet that you’d walk out of the bar alone?” Marshall said. “Consider yourself lawyered.”
Barney groaned, remembering all of the shit that Marshall could hold over his head after the four weeks they had spent together. It looked like fighting against this was going to get him nowhere. So, he wrapped his lips around Marshall’s erection and moaned as Marshall filled his mouth again.
This time, Barney slurped, sucked, and licked with the same enthusiasm that he brought to the table every time he brought home a woman. He flicked his tongue against Marshall’s balls and felt them tighten and contract, warming under his ministrations. After a few minutes, he could sense that Marshall was closing in on his climax and upped the pace, taking in more of Marshall’s length until he could feel soft pubic hairs brushing against his nose. Barney inhaled sharply through his nose and Marshall groaned as his spunk streamed down Barney’s throat.
“Fucking A, Barney,” Marshall said, releasing himself from Barney’s mouth with a small pop. Barney’s tongue darted out and he licked the few remaining drops off of Marshall’s softening member and Marshall smirked. “You’re damn good for a man who whimpers like a little bitch when a cock comes near his mouth.”
As Marshall slipped the blindfold off his eyes, Barney couldn’t contain the small grin that twitched at the corners of his lips and betrayed his sense of self-satisfaction. Of course he was good at it. He was good at everything. He was the god of fuck, the toast of New York. And even if he never said it out loud, the taste of cum was seriously addicting.
“No one is going to find about this, Eriksen. I will deny it to the death and take it to my grave.” He paused, not missing a beat. “So since I didn’t lose a drop of that cum, how ‘bout you buy us a round at the bar?”
Marshall chuckled, guessing that this would be the last night that Barney came to him for services at the club. “You got it, bro.”
FIN
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/(I can’t tell you or it wouldn’t be a surprise)
Word Count: 1464
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; for SLASH, themes of BDSM, blow jobs, adult language, sexual slurs, and a little mindfuckery.
Spoilers: Set between “Miracles” and “The Best Burger In New York”
Team Beta: many thanks to
darlingchaos, rockstarpeach, and kallie_kat for their awesome beta skills. Also, idioticonion for reading the first draft and reassuring me that that my smut muse isn't dead. A/N: Written for
rockstarpeach who wanted the kink: denial (as in, denying how much one enjoys a situation that others would find unappealing) and for idioticonion who wanted to see Barney in a Dom/sub situation.“Dirty boy. Dirty boy likes to take it up the ass like the filthy pussies he fucks. Don’t you, dirty boy?”
Barney flinched at the harsh words. He hated the truth of them; hated the way they made his dick twitch in anticipation. He would never admit to it though. He would never admit to another fucking soul that those words were the reason he kept coming back to this place, this pit of pain and pleasure located right in the heart of New York’s soft underbelly.
“Yes,” Barney hissed, feeling the soft leather tip of a riding crop run along the length of his spine. There was something about the voice that sounded familiar to him but he couldn’t quite place it. It probably wasn’t a huge deal. He had heard plenty of voices over the years, though most of them were the moans of panting chicks. He closed his eyes--even though the blindfold made that unnecessary--and let the sensation roll over him. “Yes sir.”
As the crop cracked down against his exposed shoulder blade, he couldn’t help but remember the conversation he had had with Lily just weeks before, the conversation that had led him to into the second circle of hell.
***
“Barney, you have had sex with every woman in New York City, your libido is known far and wide, and if your dick had a brain it’s IQ would be off the charts. You’re wild and uninhibited, you’re not ashamed to try the lamest pick-up lines in the book and bimbos everywhere are dying to crawl into bed with you.”
Barney curled his hand into a fist and held it out for her to bump. Lily narrowed her eyes, but obliged him. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Aldrin. But what’s the but here?”
“You’re not happy. You spend every day planning and executing your moves on vulnerable women. You don’t let yourself surrender; you don’t let yourself give up control. That’s why Robin won’t take your need for a relationship with her seriously because she knows all your moves and they don’t interest her. Normally, I don’t support your endeavors into the sex industry but I know this place that you should go to. Ted’s old boss had a business card for it in his desk, right next to that stupid Pete Rose baseball. It’s called Leather Fantasies. And ooh, didn’t you say once that 83% of all business executives are totally into the kinky stuff?”
***
Initially, he had come to the club in search of a leather and lace, triple X hottie with double D boobs that would smack him around a little and call him a bad boy before screwing his lights out. But what he found instead was a masked man, draped in black leather, who beat him, humiliated him, and fucked him. A man who dotted his ass, back, and thighs with red welts that never truly faded. A man who made him cum so hard that it made him forget that he had ever had feelings for Robin.
Barney winced at the sound of metal teeth clicking out a merry tune as they separated, knowing what was coming next. Within moments, he could taste the leaking pre-cum on his lips and he really didn’t want to open his mouth. No matter how many times this man had forced his way into Barney’s mouth or how many times he had felt the milky, thick strands of cum coat the back of his throat; he tried desperately to believe that he wasn’t a cock sucker. He was a cunt sucker. What up.
“Please, sir,” he mumbled, feeling pathetic for asking when he knew it would happen anyway. “Don’t make me do this.”
“You ungrateful little bitch. You should be begging for my cock. Now, take it into your damn mouth or I’ll force it in there. I could stuff your face so full of cum it would leak out of your pores for the next week. Do you want me to do that, slut?”
Barney whimpered and shook his head. He slowly pried his lips apart to give the pulsing, engorged cock entrance but he couldn’t bring himself to do more than that. It felt slick and heavy against his tongue and it pushed against his cheeks as if demanding him to do more than he was.
“Suck it,” his Master grunted, threading his fingers into Barney’s short, slightly curly hair. “Like a fucking lollipop.”
But he wasn’t fast enough. He couldn’t swallow, couldn’t lick, couldn’t take it, couldn’t do it. Instead, he choked and sputtered as his Master brutally fucked his mouth, barely giving him a second to catch his breath.
“You’re gonna swallow every drop and if I catch one drop on the floor, you’ll be buying drinks at MacLaren’s for a week.”
The moment came to a standstill as both players realized that the shit had hit the fan.
“I mean…you’ll be licking this floor clean, you dirty bitch, from wall to wall.” But the previously menacing tone had left the building.
Barney felt the grip on his hair loosen but the dick that was still in his mouth prevented him from responding. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together though. He had been fucking set up. Lily had fucking set him up on a date with her husband! The dirty little minx had probably known exactly what was going to happen and it probably got her off at night.
“Okay, fine. You figured me out, Barney,” Marshall sighed heavily. “We needed the money. But that doesn't let you off the hook. You're paying to be my bitch and we're gonna do this right."
“Fuck no,” Barney hissed, feeling pissed that Marshall would even considering keeping up with the charade. This wasn’t what he paid for. He wasn’t paying to get fucked by one of his best friends. Bros didn’t fuck other bros and they especially didn’t use whips, chains, or handcuffs either. “It was one thing when you were just some random guy but last week you shoved a black studded dildo up my ass and the week before you made me sit on your lap and call you daddy. I can’t believe you’ll still want to go through this.”
Barney could hear the sounds of leather snapping against Marshall’s thigh and he knew that the riding crop had come back into play as an attempt to threaten.
“You dirty little bitch, you’re gonna take my cock back into your mouth and you’re gonna like it. That’s what good boys do. Especially when I could tell everyone in the bar that you like the taste of cock. Wanna bet that you’d walk out of the bar alone?” Marshall said. “Consider yourself lawyered.”
Barney groaned, remembering all of the shit that Marshall could hold over his head after the four weeks they had spent together. It looked like fighting against this was going to get him nowhere. So, he wrapped his lips around Marshall’s erection and moaned as Marshall filled his mouth again.
This time, Barney slurped, sucked, and licked with the same enthusiasm that he brought to the table every time he brought home a woman. He flicked his tongue against Marshall’s balls and felt them tighten and contract, warming under his ministrations. After a few minutes, he could sense that Marshall was closing in on his climax and upped the pace, taking in more of Marshall’s length until he could feel soft pubic hairs brushing against his nose. Barney inhaled sharply through his nose and Marshall groaned as his spunk streamed down Barney’s throat.
“Fucking A, Barney,” Marshall said, releasing himself from Barney’s mouth with a small pop. Barney’s tongue darted out and he licked the few remaining drops off of Marshall’s softening member and Marshall smirked. “You’re damn good for a man who whimpers like a little bitch when a cock comes near his mouth.”
As Marshall slipped the blindfold off his eyes, Barney couldn’t contain the small grin that twitched at the corners of his lips and betrayed his sense of self-satisfaction. Of course he was good at it. He was good at everything. He was the god of fuck, the toast of New York. And even if he never said it out loud, the taste of cum was seriously addicting.
“No one is going to find about this, Eriksen. I will deny it to the death and take it to my grave.” He paused, not missing a beat. “So since I didn’t lose a drop of that cum, how ‘bout you buy us a round at the bar?”
Marshall chuckled, guessing that this would be the last night that Barney came to him for services at the club. “You got it, bro.”
FIN
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on 2009-01-18 11:24 pm (UTC)Bthew, I've written a new story and I'm not sure if I should post it to mature_himym? I'm not sure if it's rude and explicit enough?? What do you think?
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on 2009-01-19 01:57 am (UTC)Then that's all you need.
I'm gonna go read though :) Just because I love reading what you write.