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WRITING BIG BANG
This is the last fic for one of [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s prompts.
PROMPT #11: BULLWHIP
Characters: Diego Lugano/Sebastian Coates
Rating: NC-17
Diego Lugano terrified Sebastian Coates. When Sebastian spoke with Nicolas Lodeiro, his ex-teammate from Nacional, he discovered that the La Celeste captain was fond of being spoken to with the formal "usted" rather than the more familar "tu".
Nicolas had had his own run-ins with the Uruguayan captain in the past, but once the problems had been sorted out between them and Nicolas had understood the spirit that he was to bring to this team, the utter devotion and loyalty without question that was so important to the La Celeste credo, then he had been accepted as an important part of the whole.
"But because you are a defender like 'El Capitan'," as Nic called him, "it is harder for you. It's like you're his protege, Seba. He picks on you more. I've noticed it in training."
Sebastian was new to the senior team. Nic had told him in reverent tones when he first came aboard that he was to speak to Lugano always as "usted".
"Never slip up. You'll pay the price for it if you do." Nic warned him.
Well, wasn't that the truth, as things turned out.
Captain Diego had the habit of entering players' hotel rooms whenever he felt like it, without invitation. Sebastian roomed with Nicolas and sometimes the captain would just push the door open if it wasn't locked and walk right in. If the door was locked, he would knock impatiently until someone opened it. Then his mood would be so prickly that it was generally not a good idea to ask him any questions. It was an unspoken ideology that the team's players would function better on the pitch if they kept no secrets from each other. No one was permitted to be an individual.
On the day of Sebastian's big mistake, Diego had entered the room to find Seba sitting alone, watching a telenovela on TV. And he was laughing, to make matters worse. He was absorbed in the program and did not notice that his captain was in the room. The worst thing was that Seba was watching an Argentine telenovela. On the eve of La Celeste's big hyped-up match with the Albiceleste. And when Diego turned off the TV, Seba had protested, calling him "tu" in the process, and using the familar form of the verb.
Diego was livid. He was bug-eyed with anger. To Sebastian's shock, his captain marched him into the bathroom and made him strip down. When he was naked he made him stand in the tub while he turned on the cold water. Seba screamed when the frigid jet of water hit his body. Shaking his hair, he sprayed water in all directions and all over his captain.
Diego pushed him back in when he tried to climb out.
"It's freezing. Have mercy!" Sebastian shouted.
"You're going to take your punishment. Don't make me go and get my bullwhip," Diego replied. He grinned evilly. "You are going to take the punishment like a man." Diego was insistent, and he emphasized this with his hands pressed firmly on Sebastian's hips.
The young defender dared not move.
"It could be worse," Diego continued. "At least I like you. You'd be in real trouble if I didn't. Now turn around, reach up, and put your hands over the shower head."
Feeling confused and frightened, Sebastian did as he was told, turning from facing Diego to facing the wall.
Diego tied his wrists together with a sock he picked up off the bathroom floor, and fastened Seba's upstretched arms securely to the shower head.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Sebastian's teeth chattered, but he was careful to use the "usted" form of the verb even so.
"You deserve a whipping," Diego replied. "But I can't do that. I don't have my bullwhip with me, but I'm going to use the next best thing."
Grabbing a towel, he soaked it in the sink with water as hot as he could stand, then twisted the fabric tightly into a thick rope.
"You wouldn't." Seba had turned his head to watch. His eyes went big, but he still remembered to use "usted".
Diego's evil grin reappeared. "Turn your head around and don't look," he growled. "You have a bad attitude, Coates. First, your punishment. Then we are going to have a talk."
He began to whip Sebastian's buttocks with the wet, twisted towel.
Sebastian bit his lip and tried not to cry, but welling tears stung his eyes. The whipping didn't hurt too much at first because of the shock, but the humiliation was more than he could bear. "Please stop," he begged.
To his surprise, Diego did stop and dropped the towel on the already littered floor.
"You sound sufficiently humbled now," he said. "Come on out and dry off."
Trembling, Sebastian stepped out of the bathtub. "M-may I have a towel?" His voice was subdued and shaking.
Diego handed him a fluffy white towel. "Come and sit here." He took Sebastian by the elbow and led him to one of the beds.
"Now do you know why I punished you?" Diego asked solemnly.
"Because I was disrespectful to you," Sebastian began to say, his voice barely audible. He huddled into his towel, trying to hide himself and his shame.
"No!" Diego snapped at him. His eyes were big again and he gritted his teeth before continuing. "No, you were NOT disrespectul to me. You don't understand. I need to make you see what this is all about. It's your attitude that is wrong. You are one of La Celeste. We are one unit, all of us, and La Celeste is everything. EVERYTHING," he emphasized. "It requires total dedication to be on this team, otherwise we will not reach the pinnacle of success. We are closer than family when we are together. We must forget about everything else in our lives while we are here. YOU were watching an Argentine soap opera, stroking yourself to an Argentine actor just now!"
"N-no, I wasn't," Sebastian started to protest, his cheeks inflamed.
"Quiet!" Diego shouted. "I saw you. You are not thinking the right way. You are still thinking of yourself as an individual and trying to defend yourself to me. You cannot do that when you are here, with THIS team. Just as you cannot watch Argentine television, because tomorrow they will be our enemy. When you are back at home, back with your club, or on vacation, you can watch all the Argentine TV you want. But when you are with La Celeste you will become one of the cogs in the La Celeste wheel. Have I made you understand now?"
"Y-yes," Seba replied, hunching farther under his towel. "Please forgive me."
Diego lifted Sebastian's chin with a gentle hand. "I don't despise you, Sebastian, no matter what it looks like right now," he said.
The young defender raised his head and looked at him with huge, sorrowful eyes.
"I love you, in fact," Diego said, smiling at Seba, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. "As I love all of my comrades on this team. I would now like for us to bond."
B-bond?" Seba stammered, feeling overwhelmed.
"Yes, b-bond," Diego joked. "Like this."
Reaching down, he carefully removed Sebastian's towel, throwing it aside. Then he lay down, fully dressed, on the bed next to the naked Seba, and turned the young defender to face him. Clasping his hand around the back of Seba's neck, he pulled him into a tender kiss, at the same time pressing Seba's thighs apart with one of his knees.
Seba sensed that Diego could feel his erection pressing against his clothed leg. He moaned softly, and when he parted his lips, Diego filled them with his tongue. When Sebastian began to suck on it, Diego reached for Seba's cock. Sebastian felt it filling Diego's hand, and could not help but push insistently against Diego's fingers. Soon he was panting beneath Diego's expert touches. Diego soon broke the kiss and sat up. He pulled off his t-shirt, then unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his legs. When the captain was naked, he sat for a moment, watching the younger man moan and twitch with lust, fondling himself while staring at Diego with pleading eyes.
To Sebastian, Diego looked like a golden god. His hair was like wildfire framing his almost too pretty face, his well-sculpted chest was heaving, his nipples sharpened points.
To Diego, Seba's hard-on was of impressive size and he stared admiringly before bending down to take it in his mouth. He sucked expertly, drawing the member deeply into his throat, and holding it there for what seemed an eternity of bliss to both defenders, before releasing it to its full length and finally brushing the tip with a few fluttering touches of his tongue.
Sebastian lay back with arms flung over his head. He allowed himself the luxury of letting go, letting himself be loved by his captain, and feeling love for this enigmatic character in return. At the moment he climaxed, he felt such love for Diego, the rest of his teammates and La Celeste that he knew they could reach the summit of success as a team. His emotions had run the gamut in the past hour, from fear, pain, humiliation, to a new-found humility and pride, as well as love in its purest, simplest form.
Later, when they lay together, relaxed and happy, Diego traced the red lines on Sebastian's ass with a gentle finger.
"I am sorry for that," Diego murmured softly. "But I hope you think it was worth a little agony." He bent and kissed the offending welts.
Seba smiled at him, one hand entangled in his captain's golden curls. "At least it wasn't your bullwhip," he laughed.
PROMPT #11: BULLWHIP
Characters: Diego Lugano/Sebastian Coates
Rating: NC-17
Diego Lugano terrified Sebastian Coates. When Sebastian spoke with Nicolas Lodeiro, his ex-teammate from Nacional, he discovered that the La Celeste captain was fond of being spoken to with the formal "usted" rather than the more familar "tu".
Nicolas had had his own run-ins with the Uruguayan captain in the past, but once the problems had been sorted out between them and Nicolas had understood the spirit that he was to bring to this team, the utter devotion and loyalty without question that was so important to the La Celeste credo, then he had been accepted as an important part of the whole.
"But because you are a defender like 'El Capitan'," as Nic called him, "it is harder for you. It's like you're his protege, Seba. He picks on you more. I've noticed it in training."
Sebastian was new to the senior team. Nic had told him in reverent tones when he first came aboard that he was to speak to Lugano always as "usted".
"Never slip up. You'll pay the price for it if you do." Nic warned him.
Well, wasn't that the truth, as things turned out.
Captain Diego had the habit of entering players' hotel rooms whenever he felt like it, without invitation. Sebastian roomed with Nicolas and sometimes the captain would just push the door open if it wasn't locked and walk right in. If the door was locked, he would knock impatiently until someone opened it. Then his mood would be so prickly that it was generally not a good idea to ask him any questions. It was an unspoken ideology that the team's players would function better on the pitch if they kept no secrets from each other. No one was permitted to be an individual.
On the day of Sebastian's big mistake, Diego had entered the room to find Seba sitting alone, watching a telenovela on TV. And he was laughing, to make matters worse. He was absorbed in the program and did not notice that his captain was in the room. The worst thing was that Seba was watching an Argentine telenovela. On the eve of La Celeste's big hyped-up match with the Albiceleste. And when Diego turned off the TV, Seba had protested, calling him "tu" in the process, and using the familar form of the verb.
Diego was livid. He was bug-eyed with anger. To Sebastian's shock, his captain marched him into the bathroom and made him strip down. When he was naked he made him stand in the tub while he turned on the cold water. Seba screamed when the frigid jet of water hit his body. Shaking his hair, he sprayed water in all directions and all over his captain.
Diego pushed him back in when he tried to climb out.
"It's freezing. Have mercy!" Sebastian shouted.
"You're going to take your punishment. Don't make me go and get my bullwhip," Diego replied. He grinned evilly. "You are going to take the punishment like a man." Diego was insistent, and he emphasized this with his hands pressed firmly on Sebastian's hips.
The young defender dared not move.
"It could be worse," Diego continued. "At least I like you. You'd be in real trouble if I didn't. Now turn around, reach up, and put your hands over the shower head."
Feeling confused and frightened, Sebastian did as he was told, turning from facing Diego to facing the wall.
Diego tied his wrists together with a sock he picked up off the bathroom floor, and fastened Seba's upstretched arms securely to the shower head.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Sebastian's teeth chattered, but he was careful to use the "usted" form of the verb even so.
"You deserve a whipping," Diego replied. "But I can't do that. I don't have my bullwhip with me, but I'm going to use the next best thing."
Grabbing a towel, he soaked it in the sink with water as hot as he could stand, then twisted the fabric tightly into a thick rope.
"You wouldn't." Seba had turned his head to watch. His eyes went big, but he still remembered to use "usted".
Diego's evil grin reappeared. "Turn your head around and don't look," he growled. "You have a bad attitude, Coates. First, your punishment. Then we are going to have a talk."
He began to whip Sebastian's buttocks with the wet, twisted towel.
Sebastian bit his lip and tried not to cry, but welling tears stung his eyes. The whipping didn't hurt too much at first because of the shock, but the humiliation was more than he could bear. "Please stop," he begged.
To his surprise, Diego did stop and dropped the towel on the already littered floor.
"You sound sufficiently humbled now," he said. "Come on out and dry off."
Trembling, Sebastian stepped out of the bathtub. "M-may I have a towel?" His voice was subdued and shaking.
Diego handed him a fluffy white towel. "Come and sit here." He took Sebastian by the elbow and led him to one of the beds.
"Now do you know why I punished you?" Diego asked solemnly.
"Because I was disrespectful to you," Sebastian began to say, his voice barely audible. He huddled into his towel, trying to hide himself and his shame.
"No!" Diego snapped at him. His eyes were big again and he gritted his teeth before continuing. "No, you were NOT disrespectul to me. You don't understand. I need to make you see what this is all about. It's your attitude that is wrong. You are one of La Celeste. We are one unit, all of us, and La Celeste is everything. EVERYTHING," he emphasized. "It requires total dedication to be on this team, otherwise we will not reach the pinnacle of success. We are closer than family when we are together. We must forget about everything else in our lives while we are here. YOU were watching an Argentine soap opera, stroking yourself to an Argentine actor just now!"
"N-no, I wasn't," Sebastian started to protest, his cheeks inflamed.
"Quiet!" Diego shouted. "I saw you. You are not thinking the right way. You are still thinking of yourself as an individual and trying to defend yourself to me. You cannot do that when you are here, with THIS team. Just as you cannot watch Argentine television, because tomorrow they will be our enemy. When you are back at home, back with your club, or on vacation, you can watch all the Argentine TV you want. But when you are with La Celeste you will become one of the cogs in the La Celeste wheel. Have I made you understand now?"
"Y-yes," Seba replied, hunching farther under his towel. "Please forgive me."
Diego lifted Sebastian's chin with a gentle hand. "I don't despise you, Sebastian, no matter what it looks like right now," he said.
The young defender raised his head and looked at him with huge, sorrowful eyes.
"I love you, in fact," Diego said, smiling at Seba, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. "As I love all of my comrades on this team. I would now like for us to bond."
B-bond?" Seba stammered, feeling overwhelmed.
"Yes, b-bond," Diego joked. "Like this."
Reaching down, he carefully removed Sebastian's towel, throwing it aside. Then he lay down, fully dressed, on the bed next to the naked Seba, and turned the young defender to face him. Clasping his hand around the back of Seba's neck, he pulled him into a tender kiss, at the same time pressing Seba's thighs apart with one of his knees.
Seba sensed that Diego could feel his erection pressing against his clothed leg. He moaned softly, and when he parted his lips, Diego filled them with his tongue. When Sebastian began to suck on it, Diego reached for Seba's cock. Sebastian felt it filling Diego's hand, and could not help but push insistently against Diego's fingers. Soon he was panting beneath Diego's expert touches. Diego soon broke the kiss and sat up. He pulled off his t-shirt, then unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his legs. When the captain was naked, he sat for a moment, watching the younger man moan and twitch with lust, fondling himself while staring at Diego with pleading eyes.
To Sebastian, Diego looked like a golden god. His hair was like wildfire framing his almost too pretty face, his well-sculpted chest was heaving, his nipples sharpened points.
To Diego, Seba's hard-on was of impressive size and he stared admiringly before bending down to take it in his mouth. He sucked expertly, drawing the member deeply into his throat, and holding it there for what seemed an eternity of bliss to both defenders, before releasing it to its full length and finally brushing the tip with a few fluttering touches of his tongue.
Sebastian lay back with arms flung over his head. He allowed himself the luxury of letting go, letting himself be loved by his captain, and feeling love for this enigmatic character in return. At the moment he climaxed, he felt such love for Diego, the rest of his teammates and La Celeste that he knew they could reach the summit of success as a team. His emotions had run the gamut in the past hour, from fear, pain, humiliation, to a new-found humility and pride, as well as love in its purest, simplest form.
Later, when they lay together, relaxed and happy, Diego traced the red lines on Sebastian's ass with a gentle finger.
"I am sorry for that," Diego murmured softly. "But I hope you think it was worth a little agony." He bent and kissed the offending welts.
Seba smiled at him, one hand entangled in his captain's golden curls. "At least it wasn't your bullwhip," he laughed.