#f2f: roman lodge

[rossberry]

watch and learn | roman & ross

Ross huffed a shaky breath, settling at Roman’s feet once they found a good corner of the club to set up camp. Everything was dark, illuminated only by the occasional spotlight and red neon that gave the entire place a kinky atmosphere, aided, of course, by the plethora of BDSM equipment stocked all around them for people to use. It was a pretty exclusive establishment - one Roman only gained access to it thanks to his connections as a Lodge, so everyone there was vetted and up to their standards. That is to say, Roman’s standards. Tonight, Ross Berry had none. He was merely a toy, a worthless object to sit back and watch his Dominant act as the king everyone knew him to be, and Ross was more than content with that. Dressed in nothing but a black mesh crop top and a g-string that showcased his perfect ass and the cock-cage he wore that held his pathetic little dicklet back, Ross looked every bit the slave to his master. A few passing Dominants looked at him with interest, but one look from Roman, and they went scurrying. The submissives, however, only had eyes for Roman. In fact, every time one passed, Ross’ cock knocked against its cage just from the way they swooned over his man. “Sir, I think that one over there…the blonde one in the harness and booty shorts? - I think he’s actually drooling.” Ross remarked, giggling slightly, looking up at his Dominant to see if Roman would decide to take the submissive’s obvious invitation. @romanlodge

[veronicalodgeswitch]

do something about it | roman & veronica

Veronica smacked her lips together, sealing in the red lipstick she applied on her way out of her suite. She was wearing a little scrap of black fabric that barely constituted a dress, high-heels, and her long, raven-black hair down, cascading elegantly down her sun-kissed back. She looked fucking hot - if she did say so, herself; and she did, shamelessly. She glided from her suite, to the elevator and up to the Dominant's wing and was outside Roman's door in no time. She contemplated kneeling, but doing so would make things too easy for him. She was in the mood to submit, but she needed rough, harsh dominance - and the best way to get that out of her big brother was to be a little brat at the beginning. So she stood tall and lazily knocked on the door, all the while the memories of their conversation flitted through her mind, keeping her panties as soaked as she'd attested to, earlier. @romanlodge

[rossberry]

Ross was already on his way to Roman's room when the message came through. He had five minutes; and he'd been with Roman long enough to know that when his man gave him a time limit, he meant it to be followed. He was betting that Roman was in his suite, given the time of day, and thankfully, he was right - otherwise, backtracking and getting to Roman in the three remaining minutes might've killed him. He bounded down the hall, through Roman's unlocked front door, stripping in the living room, on his way to the bedroom. His light-blue t-shirt was still on, but he'd managed to kick off his shoes and shorts, leaving him in his cock-cage and knee-high socks. He burst into Roman's bedroom, panting hard, but didn't slow down; even though the sight of Roman laying there looking the way he always did threatened to knock the wind out of him. "H-Hello, Sir." Ross huffed, quickly straddling Roman's waist, his hands bracing on the man's big chest for support while he angled his ass down, slotting Roman's lubed cock between his cheeks, bouncing a little for a moment before the head of Roman's cock probed at his hole and slowly but surely worked its way inside him. Ross threw his head back, adjusting to Roman's girth, his hands groping roughly at Roman's chest as he slid down, finally sheathing his petite body completely on Roman's length. "Did I...m-make it in time, Sir?"

Laying on my bed with my dick in my hand.

[rossberry]

F2F: "I'll understand, if you want to go to the hospital." - Román

F2F: "Thank you, Sir," Ross smiled sadly as Roman walked over to him at the dining table, which was covered in sheet music in a rather disorganized fashion. "I hope his family won't think I'm overstepping when I insist on singing to him." He said, shuffling through the papers, trying to keep his voice as even as he could. "I...just firmly believe in the healing power of music. I can't do anything else for him but this...and I need to do something." @romanlodge

[rossberry]

Ross’s cheeks flushed bright red, opting to focus on their reflection in the top right corner of the screen, in the box that showed what Leroy was seeing. It made things a little easier - though his eyes did dart to Leroy’s face when Roman spoke up, winking teasingly at his future in-law. “B-Boys, I…I think you may have butt-dialed me or something. I’m just going to…” Ross squeaked and shook his head. “N-No, Dad! Don’t hang up. We…we didn’t call you by accident. I…” he blushed furiously, stammering uncharacteristically as he turned over his shoulder to stare adoringly up at Roman. “I…I just wanted you to…to see how happy I am with my Dominant…and I…I wanted you to see how incredible he is.” Ross said a soft moan escaping as Roman’s hips came snapping forward into his ass. Leroy cleared his throat, his own cheeks flushing noticeably now. “Well, he’s certainly…big…o-or perhaps you’re just little, Rossy. I’m not sure.”

Román kept watching Ross for any sign that he was feeling uncomfortable with what was about to happen, but while part of him had been surprised that he hadn't found a limit for Ross right now, another part of him was proud of his boy's submission.

He watched as the call connected, and immediately recognised Leroy. Román had spoken with both of Ross's parents before, this wasn't the first time they were meeting, but this was the first time Leroy was openly staring at Román. He winked at the older man. "Hi, Dad," he repeated Ross's words.

[rossberry]

Ross whimpered appreciatively, his little body trembling with electric pleasure that drummed through every fiber of his being with every harsh slap Roman rained down on his ass. He clenched around the man’s cock, wanting to do everything in his power to milk that load out of him. “P-Please, Daddy…cum in your girl’s pussy…I wanna feel you leaking from my hole while I worship you…fuck, please, please - Daddy!” Ross screamed, tears welling in his brown eyes (a perk to being able to cry on demand) as he looked back at Roman in desperation. “Cum inside me! I n-need your cum, please!” He sniffed, biting his bottom lip coquettishly, tears successfully spilling down his cheeks right on cue.

Román laughed eagerly, and didn't hesitate to slap Ross's ass again, and again. "Oh I'd definitely punish you for letting that fucking ridiculous clit cum without my permission," he teased, as he kept fucking his eager boy. There wasn't much he loved doing more than fucking Ross, and teasing him, humiliating him. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to Román, and never failed to make him feel amazing. "We can definitely fucking do that," Román grinned, as he kept pounding Ross's eager little pussy as hard as he could manage.

[rossberry]

Ross winced as Román slapped him over the head, but he couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal at those words. It was exactly that kind of degradation that would spur him on, and Román clearly knew that. Just like Ross knew he had to step up his game tenfold to impress Román. The man had sky-scrapingly high standards, and for good reason. Ross was only in the business of exceeding them or, at least, meeting them in full. Ross took Román's cock deeper into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder. He used his tongue to swirl around the head, occasionally flicking it against the sensitive underside. Ross's hand reached Román's balls, gently massaging them, moaning at their weight. "Mmm, such a real man, Daddy..." Ross moaned during a very brief respite from sucking before going right back to it.

Román groaned too, as he watched Ross jump to action as soon as he snapped his fingers at the submissive. He knew his boy wasn't going to waste any time getting to what he wanted, and sure enough, within seconds, Ross's tongue was on his shaft. The truth was, as Ross began to get to work pleasuring Román, it was easily a great blowjob. But praising his boy wasn't something Román was about to do right now. "You can do better, faggot. Don't make me have to sign you up for all that stranger dick in the gloryhole," he smirked, as he slapped Ross over the back of his head.

[rossberry]

Ross whimpered as the text came through. If he weren’t so overcome with need, he might lift a brow and wonder how Roman knew his eyes weren’t already closed - but at the moment, the limited brain-power he had at his disposal was devoted to following his orders. His eyes fluttered shut, but not before he responded with a ‘yes sir’ on his phone. In his mind’s eye, he saw Roman, towering over him, sweaty, naked, winking and smirking that sexy grin down at him and the mental image had him riding his finger at a pathetically desperate pace, helpless moans falling from his lips as he sat there and touched himself to thoughts of his man.

Román watched from around the corner, thanks to a safety mirror in the corner, as Ross obeyed him. He wasn't surprised at all, of course. It would take an emergency, or Román reverting to his asshole stage, for Ross to disobey him in any serious way. He heard Ross's voice, clearly explaining what he was doing to someone and why, and as soon as that person looked around the corner and saw him, they practically fled. Román couldn't help the grin that formed when that happened. He sent Ross another text: Close your eyes.

That would really play on Ross's ability to trust him, Román knew. He was curious to see what was about to happen.

[rossberry]

Ross felt his heart race as Logan spoke those words, and he couldn't help the grin that spread from ear to ear. "Sir..." he whispered, tears of joy brimming in his eyes. "I don't need a big spectacle of a proposal. Being yours, the unlikiness of someone like you choosing someone like me is a spectacle in itself. It's epically dramatic in the best possible way." Ross croaked, barely keeping it together, his gaze falling to his finger, imagining a ring on it and the inevitable collar around his neck. He swooned as Logan spoke in his native tongue, the words deep and passionate and just as beautifully translated. "Thank you, Sir, for giving your heart to me," he said softly, leaning in for a gentle kiss. He pulled back, leaving only a few millimeters between them to add, "And you have mine. Forever, mi emperador."

Logan watched as Ross closed his eyes. He knew his boy was nervous about talking about marriage, and as much as he liked to tease and humiliate Ross, he wasn't going to make any actual issues worse by teasing him at the wrong time. He smiled to himself as Ross spoke, explaining what he'd been fantasising about, and his smile just grew. Naturally, Ross's fantasy was rooted in submission, but with the addition of being married in what seemed to be a 1950's housewife role. If his boy wanted that, Logan was happy to provide. By the time Ross opened his eyes, Logan was stroking Ross's hair lovingly. He took a deep breath, and with his free hand he took Ross's left hand into his own. "This isn't official yet," he whispered, as he met Ross's gaze, "I'll make a bigger show of it that meets Ross Berry's stardom standards," he smiled. "But I'm going to slip a ring onto this finger, after we graduate, mi estrella," Logan whispered. "We talk a lot about how I own you, but por Dios, eres dueño de mi corazón," he murmured. "You own my heart," he repeated in English.

[rossberry]

Ross squealed, his ass bouncing under the sharp spanking Roman mercilessly dealt across his flushed skin. He gasped as Roman roughly fisted his hair, yanking his back and whispering more of that filthy, sexily degradation in his ear. The slapping of skin against skin filled the room, Mingling with Ross’s whimpering moans as Roman owned him in the way only he could. “Then do it, Daddy. Do whatever it is you want to do to me…not that you care, but I promise I can take it.” Ross growled back, a little bit of diva-esque sass infused in his words to egg Roman on.

Román grunted as Ross spoke, and rewarded his boy with another sharp slap to his ass. "Damn right you're my fucking faggot," he smirked at his submissive, reaching out to roughly grip Ross's hair. "You're my little bitch fag, and I can do anything I want to you," he grinned cockily, as he slammed home again, into Ross's eager little pussy.

[rossberry]

Ross looked up at Román with lust in his eyes, his mouth practically watering at the thought of what was to come. The aforementioned thoughts were fueled by the reality towering over him, coupled with the musk of his man's balls as they practically sat heavily over his face. "Yes, Sir," he groaned, whimpering at being called exactly what he was - a pathetic fag, desperate to service the man who was eons superior to him at this moment. He hardly needed the threat to encourage him to give his best work, but it helped motivate him further, for sure. At Román's snap, Ross jumped into action. He ran his tongue along the length of Román's shaft, swirling around the tip before wrapping his lips around him. He moved his head up and down, taking as much of him as he could. Each time he came back up, he would give the head a little swirl with his tongue before going back down again. Ross moaned around Román's dick, eager to please his Master in every possible way.

Román kept watching Ross closely, and he wasn't surprised at all when his boy managed to not only attempt the order he'd been given, but ace it. He gripped Ross's hair and pulled him down to under his balls, and then forced Ross to look up at him. "It's amazing how you can look like a pathetic fag without saying a fucking word," Román smirked, before he let go of Ross's hair. "You're going to give me the best blowjob of my life, or you're not getting my dick again until you've completed twenty-four hours at the gloryhole," Román said firmly, before he snapped his fingers and pointed at his dick, dramatically.

[rossberry]

Ross's heart was racing as he obediently opened his mouth wide and looked up at Román, silently begging for him to give him what he craved by batting his lashes, willing himself not to run his mouth to embellish on that need. He couldn't help but shiver with excitement as he watched Román's hand tighten around his thick cock, ready to take everything Ross had to give - and Ross was more than ready to provide. All he wanted was to taste Román's cock and show him how grateful he was for the privilege. It was moments like this when he was being mercilessly degraded, humiliated, and verbally abused when he felt the most owned. It was one of Ross' favorite modes that Román got into, and it was rarer than one might think. His eyes roamed over Román's gorgeous, bulging frame with pure adoration, waiting as patiently as he could for the man to put his little whore mouth to use.

Román watched his boy closely. It was always so amazing to see the depths of Ross's submission written all his face, and hear his sweet, needy begging. "That's my boy," he grinned, before licking his lips.

As soon as Ross was on his knees, Román couldn't help but groan. The sight of his needy, practically trembling boy on his knees for him was always enough to get him hard and ready. "Shut the fuck up," he grinned down at his boy. Within seconds, he was standing, looming over Ross, and now had his exposed dick in his hand. "Get the mouth open wide, and I want to see some silent begging from you, faggot," he snapped.

[rossberry]

Ross squeaked as Roman spoke, the degradation laced through his words, spoken in such a deep, effortlessly domineering town that touched him right to his core. His little cock throbbed under its cage, reminding him, along with Roman's hot dirty talk that it wasn't a cock at all; but a swollen, pathetic little clit, and he couldn't wait to be treated accordingly. Nodding at once, Ross fell to his knees and scrambled to Roman's feet, automatically bending to press a kiss to the top of them, his lace-clad ass poised high in the air in case Roman wanted to take advantage and give him the first of what he anticipated to be many, many spankings. "You're right, Sir...sissy little faggots should never stand around real men like you, how...mmmf...foolish of me."

Román grinned as he looked over at Ross. He knew exactly the effect he had on his submissive, and could tell exactly why Ross took a few moments to speak. "Well, first of all, faggots, even little sissy faggots, don't have the right to walk upright in my suite," Román smirked at the added realisation that technically this was their suite for the rest of the month, which just made the possessive pronoun more humiliating than usual. "So get down on the floor and get your ass over to me," he added firmly.

[rossberry]

Ross' body shook with need when Roman ran his hand over his caged cock, making him squirm with delight against his man's body. Ross, normally so verbose, was truly rendered speechless when Roman got like this, dominating not only physically, but also with the tone and sound of his voice. He commanded Ross' attention so effortlessly. When Roman declared what Ross really was underneath all the real, deep affection they had for each other, his lips parted and a breathy moan escaped. "Oh, Sir...," he let out helplessly, nodding in complete agreement, his hand falling down against Roman's big chest, balling into a tiny fist against his shirt as he fought to stay upright with how hard he was swooning. "As always...you're right. I'm a dirty...pathetic little faggot for a real man like you and I...want...no, I need you to treat me like one, Sir. Please. Use me."

Román nodded at Ross's words, and grinned wolfishly at that whimper. He'd heard that whimper a thousand times, and he knew it meant Ross had felt his hard dick. "I can do that," Román nodded for a moment, before his hand reached down, gliding over Ross's side, and then over the cage covering his small dick. "You know why you get like this, even just from feeling my dick get hard?" he murmured, as he looked down at his boy. "It's because even we love each other, even though we'd do anything for each other, you're still, in your heart, a dirty little faggot who deserves to spend his life on his knees for real men."

[rossberry]

A breathless whimper fell from Ross’ pouty, painted lips at Roman’s comment. He knew he could trust his Dominant’s perception to pick up on what he really wanted, dressing like this. “Then perhaps you should treat me like one, Sir.” Ross finally said, his lashes batting as he glided into the room, stopping in front of the television, his soft, delicate hands running over his petite frame. “How do you usually treat faggots who get all dolled up for you like this, hmm?”

Román knew from Ross's message that his boy was planning something, and he was happy to sit back and let him do exactly that. He was wearing just shorts and a matching dark tank top, while he sat on the couch playing with his phone and watching TV.

He looked up as soon as he heard Ross walking into the room, and immediately grinned when he saw his boy leaning against a wall. He licked his lips as he took in Ross's whole look, and smirked. Román knew exactly what Ross was looking for tonight. "I'm pretty sure you've never looked like a bigger faggot, estrella," he said with a dark chuckle.

[rossberry]

Ross read Roman’s message and instantly complied, sitting down right where he was in the hallway lined with classroom doors, spread his legs, and started to uselessly rub at his caged little nub with one finger while the other toyed with his hole as he thought of his Dominant in all his glory - Ross was dressed in a cute, cream-colored sweater and a light green school-girl skirt which made accessing his pussy nice and easy. “I’m touching it, Daddy…thinking of you and I’m getting wetter and wetter by the second…” He gasped into the microphone, recording a voice note and sending it to Roman on their text log. Someone walked by and wolf-whistled at the display Ross was putting on. "My...my Daddy is making me do this...but by all means, stick around and enjoy the view," Ross added in a choked voice. The person looked as if they were going to do just that, but looked around the corner and must've seen someone that made them change their mind. Ross pouted after them, shrugged, and kept following his Dom's orders, his eyes fluttering shut as his head fell back to rest against the wall...

Just sit down, spread your legs, and keep playing with yourself, estrella. Let anyone who wants to watch you, watch. Tell them your Daddy's making you torture yourself.