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Captain's Good Boy	By : hercoldhands Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 3435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom and I am making no profit from this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Captain's Good Boy
- 2-Gonna Make You Feel So Good, Baby
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Disclaimer: Resident Evil doesn't belong to me and I am making no profit off of this fanfiction.

Author's notes: sakjfksafd. This is a story that I've been 'toying' around with for a while. It's a follow up to my story In The Dark.

Warnings: GAY PORN. Male/Male. Yaoi. Buttsecks. Don't read if this sort of stuff offends you. Toys, Solo, Voyeurism, lots of teasing... more to come in chapter two. :) Enjoy!
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Piers' fingers turned the dial to his combination lock carefully, right, left, and then right again before pulling down to unlock it. The door swung open and he reached for a towel, cocking an eyebrow when he saw a black plastic bag sitting on the lower shelf. A handwritten note was taped to the plastic, the white lined paper in stark contrast with the shiny black bag.
Piers cast a glance around the empty locker room, and then to the unexpected parcel in his locker. He recognized his lover's handwriting.
'Piers – This is your punishment for the stunt you pulled last week.' He swallowed hard. The memories of their romp last week flooded his memory – the image of his Captain tied up and helpless as he was teased was almost too much. 'Inside you will find something I want you to wear for the rest of the day. If you're a good boy, you'll get a reward for following my instructions. If you disobey....' Piers shivered at the thought punishment.
When he opened the bag, he frowned. Inside of the bag was a silicone toy. It was tapered, starting out about the size of his thumb and growing to the size of several fingers at the bottom. It had a flat base with a small knob at the bottom center. He retrieved a small bottle of lubricant from the bag as well. It wasn't at all what he had been expecting when he read the note.
He gave one more nervous glance around to assure that he was alone before making his way into the showers. He turned the hot water on, listening past the droplets falling on the tile for footsteps to alert him of company. He grabbed his soap, lathering up his hands and washing the sweat and dirt from the day's activities from his skin. His hands lingered on his lower stomach for a moment before dropping to his already half-hard cock.
He stroked himself lightly, wondering what Chris had in store for him for later. His mind wandered to the plug and he couldn't help but feel his cock twitch in anticipation. He had never used a buttplug before, though he would be lying if he said the thought hadn't intrigued him. Further, the thought of wearing one out of the bedroom and into public sent a shudder up his spine. He let the water wash all of the suds off of his body before turning the faucet off and reaching for his new toys.
The bottle of lubricant had a label that proclaimed to be 'Long lasting.' He sure hoped so as he poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, spreading his own ass cheeks apart to get to the crown of muscle. He breathed out slowly, coating himself in the thick gel and letting his fingers linger momentarily. He covered the smooth toy in another layer lube, just to make sure the insertion was comfortable. With one hand spreading himself open, the other held the plug at his opening. He pressed the tip against the tight muscle, slowly and carefully introducing the new toy into his ass.
He couldn't stifle a groan at the sensation, stretching his opening nice and slowly. He shivered, staying still for a moment when it was buried entirely inside of him. It took a second to get used to the girth, despite the fact that he was used to Chris' cock. He stood slowly, a jolt of pleasure running up his spine. It stretched his ass wonderfully. If this was the punishment, he couldn't wait for the reward that he was promised for being a 'good boy.'
He slung his duffel bag, conveniently filled with dirty clothes and shoes, over his shoulder and positioned it carefully to hide his erection. He hurried out of BSAA headquarters and hopped into his jeep. He found out quickly that each movement, no matter how small, sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. He wriggled lightly in his seat, leaning forward and feeling the toy stretching him. He leaned back and it pressed in just a bit deeper. He let his free hand drop to his lap as he sat at a red light. He was aching for Chris' touch now. He was snapped out of his daydream when his phone rang.
He cleared his throat and answered it without checking the caller ID.
“Piers Nivans.” He spoke into the phone, hoping his voice sounded somewhat normal.
“Piers.”
“O-oh, Captain. It's you.”
“Did you get my present?”
“Yeah...” Piers couldn't help a small, inward smile. “I got your present.”
“Are you wearing it right now?”
“...Yes, Captain.”
“Good boy. How does it feel?”
Piers cleared his throat lightly. His cheeks burned pink. Even though he was in his vehicle, he knew very well that he was in public. He knew Chris was aware, too. “... Captain, I don't think--”
“Be a good boy, Piers, and tell me how it feels.”
“G-Good.” His voice faltered a bit.
“Good. Would you mind stopping at the store, and picking up some ingredients for dinner tonight?”
“...Dinner? B-but, Captain.”
“I'm going to email you a list of what I need. I'll see you when you get home.” He hung up without saying goodbye. Piers stared at his phone momentarily before changing course for the grocery store.

Piers surveyed the alcohol section in the supermarket. Beer, vodka, rum, boxed wine, cider... and finally the bottled wine. He swallowed hard when he noticed all of the red wine was located on the bottom shelf. He drew in a deep breath and slowly bent down to pick up a bottle. He wasn't a fan of wine, so he didn't know what to pick. He grabbed a bottle with a golden label and stood quickly. The movement of his hips forced the plug to press against his prostate. He clenched his teeth in an attempt to quiet his moans.
“Excuse me?” Said a small voice. Piers stiffened, looking to the sales girl.
“...are you okay?”
Piers' face was burning now but he mustered a nod. He cleared his throat. “I'm fine, thanks.”

After the nearly painful trip to the grocery store, Piers arrived home with everything Chris had requested – the bottle of red wine, mixed vegetables (fresh, not frozen), and some particularly delicious cupcakes for dessert.
“Captain, I got the stuff you wanted. Can we please--”
Chris smiled at his boyfriend from the kitchen. He was searing two steaks in a pan. “Hey, good timing. Would you mind putting those veggies in the steamer?” He gestured to a pot with boiling water to the left of him. “Dinner's almost ready.”
“Captain, please...I thought we were going to...”
“Piers, be a good boy and help me with dinner. You can have a glass of wine while you wait...”
Piers sighed, exasperated, and started to transfer the vegetables from the grocery sack into the steamer. He saw Chris' hand dip into his pocket, and suddenly a strong vibration began reverberating through his entire body. He cursed softly, nearly dropping the produce on the floor. He felt his knees buckle from underneath him and he grabbed onto the stove for support.
“Captain,” He gasped, the sudden vibrations nearly sending him over the edge.
“It's remote controlled.” Chris was smirking. He showed Piers a small remote control that resembled an electronic car lock. He pressed a small button and the vibrations ceased. It took a moment for Piers to regain his composure. He shot Chris a dirty look as he stood and took a few steps away from the oven.
“...please Captain, I can't take this anymore...”
“Well, Piers, why don't you pour yourself a glass of wine and relax until dinner is ready?” Chris held the remote control up, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Like a good boy.” He cooed.
Piers hesitated but ultimately obeyed, grabbing two wine glasses from the cabinet. He poured a glass for himself and a glass for Chris, leaving the latter on the counter. He took his seat at the table, groaning quietly as the plug shifted inside of him. He took a deep drink from his wine, wrinkling his nose at the slightly bitter taste. He didn't even like red wine. He thought beer went better with steak, but Chris requested wine – and he wasn't about to disobey his Captain's orders.
Piers was pouring his second glass of wine when Chris set his steak in front of him on a plate. He smiled at his partner.
“Eat up. I made it just the way you like it. You'll get your reward after dinner, if you're a good boy. I promise.” Chris sat across the table from him, the remote control still in his hand. He clicked the button – the lowest vibration, not enough to tip Piers over the edge, but enough to certainly drive him utterly crazy.
A soft moan left Piers' lips but he nodded. “Yes, Captain.”

“Good boy.” A smirk.
Piers found himself getting even hotter every time Chris said 'Good boy.' He loved it.
The younger man ate as slow as he could muster, trying to savor every bite of Chris' delicious home cooked meal, but at the same time wanting dinner to be over as quickly as possible.
“Chew your food, Piers. I put a lot of work into tonight.” Chris pointed his fork at him, but the mischievous glint was still present.
“...I am, Captain. ...Dinner's really good tonight.” He smiled, somewhat forced, as he looked to his superior.
“Good. Dessert will be even better.”
Piers glanced at the cupcakes, hoping and praying that's not what he meant by “dessert.”
Once Piers' plate was clean, he hastily picked the dishes up from the table and piled them in the sink. “I promise I'll wash them later. I can't take this anymore...”
Chris smirked, turning the vibration up one more notch. “Sure. You've been a very good boy. I think you deserve your reward now. Lets go to the bedroom.”
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