In His Hands

BY : AEMorgan
Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Will Young
Dragon prints: 1581
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Will Young. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Title: In His Hands
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (FalconKenobi@aol.com
Author web page: Every Generation Has A Legend (http://members.dencity.com/firststep)
Fandom: RPS - Will Young
Categories: Angst, BDSM, Non-Con, Simon/Will
Rating: NC-17
Sequel to: One Good Reason
Warning: RPS slash ahead folks. That's Real Person Slash... And BDSM. That's Bondage/Discipline/Sado-masochism. And Non-con. That's rape. Consider thineselves extremely warned
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Rushlight, as ever, for the beta. The Young twins, for being so damn attractive. The people behind Pop Idol, for making these adorable men known to the nation. Everyone who voted and made Will the winner - I salute you :)
Disclaimer: William and Rupert Young and Simon Cowell are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. No rumours should be started in regards to any of the events in this story. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it
Summary: Sequel to One Good Reason. When Will Young is late for a meeting, Simon Cowell is forced to take matters into his own hands.

"You're late, William." Simon Cowell's displeasure was apparent by his tone of voice. He spun his high-backed leather chair around to face Will Young. Making a show of looking at the clock, Simon spoke again. "I told you to be here for eight sharp, and what time does that clock say?"

"Ten past," Will replied, glancing down at his watch. "But my watch says eight exactly."

Simon rose to his feet, fists slamming on to the mahogany surface of his desk. "I don't give a damn what time your watch says. When I tell you be to be here at eight, you arrive at eight. No excuses - you do understand."

"Yes, Simon."

"What did you call me?" Simon walked over to stand in front of Will, watching him frown in confusion, his body tensing as realization dawned. "Well?" Simon raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Sorry," Will paused, gritting his back teeth. "Mr. Cowell"

"Good boy. That wasn't too hard, now, was it?" Not waiting for a reply Simon sat back down at his desk, watching Will. "Turn around, shut and lock my office door." Will glowered at Simon before turning and doing so. Simon spun his chair around to look out of the window, barely suppressing a smirk. He knew Will would have been on time; the boy was never late. So Simon had put the clock on his wall forward ten minutes. And it worked a treat, putting Will off-kilter, giving Simon the upper hand. He let Will stew for a few minutes before turning back to face him. He made a visible show of checking Will out; a pair of faded blue jeans and an almost threadbare dark blue long-sleeve top. In Simon's eyes he'd never looked better.

"Take off your shoes and drop your pants, " Simon ordered.

Will blinked repeatedly. "What?" he asked incredulously.

"Don't make me repeat myself, William. You won't like the consequences."

Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, Will knelt down and unlaced his trainers. Unzipping his jeans, Will reminded himself he was doing this for Rupert.

"What have I told you about closing your eyes?" Simon sighed. "Honestly, William, anyone would think you don't want to protect your relationship with Rupert. Will opened his eyes and started to reply, but Simon interrupted before he could speak. "Did I give you permission to speak?" Will frowned and shook his head. "You don't have the right to do anything; speak, eat, go to the bathroom, jerk off, fuck Rupert. Nothing," he reiterated, "without my say so."

Will's eyes narrowed. "You can't do this."

"No?" Simon smiled thinly, eyes hard. "But I can. And I am. And there's nothing you can do about it unless you want everyone to know about your dirty little secret." He paused, letting his words sink in. "Nice boxers," he commented. "Now lose them." Without pausing Will let them fall to the floor, heat flooding his cheeks. His hands moved automatically to cover himself, to hide his semi-hard cock. Simon crooked a finger, beckoning Will over. Will hesitantly walked over, trying desperately to pull his top down.

If Simon noticed Will's erection he made no comment "Put your hands behind your back and face the door." Turning around, Will damped down a rising surge of panic. He knew he'd locked the door, but what if someone were to walk in?

He jerked forward, reflexively pulling his hands away as he felt Simon tying his wrists, but Simon held him tight, finishing the knot. Simon pulled Will around by the shoulders to face him, patting his lap, indicating that Will should lie there. Will laughed once, humorlessly, and made no move to place himself there, merely stared at him in disbelief. Simon stared straight back at him, waiting for the singer to make his own decision.

"You're sick," Will told him, but nevertheless awkwardly lay face down across Simon's lap.

"I suggest it would be a good idea to keep quiet unless you want people running in to find out what's happening." Simon advised him, before laying the first sharp slap to Will's upturned arse. Will bit his bottom lip to stop himself from crying out. He'd never been spanked before, not even as a child. He could feel the heat spreading across his already red face. Simon continued raining blows down and Will started squirming, trying to escape them.

"Stay still," Simon whispered in his ear, lips moving to gently nibble on the lobe as his hand moved to the sensitive skin at the top of Will's legs. Tugging against the rope binding his wrists behind him, Will despaired as he felt himself growing harder the longer the spanking continued. He was sure Simon could feel his erection as much as he could feel Simon's.

Frustrated tears of humiliation and pain welled in Will's eyes. He blinked desperately but was unable to stop them from spilling over and streaking down his face, silent sobs wracking his frame as he climaxed, shamelessly humping Simon's leg.

It took a few minutes for Will to realize the spanking had finished, but he eventually stopped, relaxing as best he could against Simon.

Simon ran his hand down over the red inflamed skin, before pushing Will backward off his lap and down onto the floor. Will landed awkwardly, his bound hands underneath him, hissing as his painful arse rubbed against the rough carpet. Simon followed him down, keeping him on the floor by sitting on his legs. Simon grasped Will's cock in one hand, rolling his balls in the other. Will forced back a groan of pleasure, tensing to stop himself from arching up into the touch.

"Looks like someone's enjoying himself. But I wr, Wr, William, what were you turned on by? The spanking, or by me? I guess we'll have to find out..."


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