Possible Ramifications of Game Playing
Pairing - Ry/Col
Summary - Playing 'games', then discussion…
Rating - adult
Disclaimer - I do not own Whose Line or any of it's human resources - non of this is this true. Furthermore, It is fiction and should be treated as such.


"Don't move a muscle."

"Okay. I won't."

"And don't speak."

"Okay."

I'm strung up in the center of the room. All six feet six of me, toes a half inch from the floor and he's nearby. I can hear his breathing. How he managed to get me up here is a big mystery, but that I'm going along with this little game is an even bigger one. He told me to shut up, but I have to ask…

"Col…" He doesn't respond. "Colin, what are the little metal clamps for?"

Behind me, there's a muffled sound, then the crack of a whip. I freeze in spite of myself.

Before I know it, I feel his breath on the back of my neck.

"What did I tell you to do?" he asks, gently. Too gently.

I shudder, half nervous, half aroused. "Umm…"

"Silence, Ryan. One more word and penalty is eminent."

I feel myself smirk. He's adorable when he tries at dominance. I just wish my hands weren't bound together. Otherwise, I'd be all over him.

Beneath the blindfold, my eyes are adjusting to the darkness. They're closed, but my mind is producing wonderful pictures. Colin in a corset. Colin with a Cat-o-nine tails. Colin rubbing me down with liquid latex. Oh God, he feels so close.

"Ryan, remember what I told you yesterday?" He sounds distant, but I know he's standing nearby.

"Umm…Can I talk now?"

He doesn't respond for several seconds, and then I feel the slap of a hand come across my ass as I yelp out loud.

"You don't get this game, do you?" He sounds amused, and I feel myself getting pissed. Leave it to Colin to get lost in the role. "Just answer the questions."

"I don't remember." I say, a slight edge to my voice.

"I *told* you. Repeat."

I shake my head, and then feel another slap. I'm becoming livid.

"I don't remember!" I croak out.

"Repeat!" He says in a loud voice.

Searching my mind, I recall something about pleasure equals pain…I dunno. It's worth a try.

"Pleasure equals pain?"

"No pain, no gain Ryan." His voice is quiet again, and suddenly this game feels more like sadistic, less like fun. But still, I'm straining inside my jockeys.

It had started out quite simply. Me winking at him onstage during a taping of Whose Line. Greg had pretended to dominate him during a game of Weird Newscasters, and the sight had made my mouth go dry, my head swim with arousal. I'd inadvertently planted a seed inside his head - and still, no one knew about us, and that fact made it all the more delicious. People misconstrue the glances I give him as deep friendship - or even brotherly. In reality, I'm thinking of how he feels in my hands, like hard granite sheathed in silk. He's actually quite unlike the Colin Mochrie the general public has come to know and love, and oh so much more passionate.

Currently, he's behind me, nuzzling against my shoulder while his hand rests against the small of my back. His lips are grazing the sensitive flesh of my neck as he moves toward my ear, and I tremble slightly. This is definitely more like it.

Then suddenly, I feel the cold metal clamp down on my nipples and I jump, pulling against the restraints.

"Uh…Col…"

"Shhh…" He whispers. "…you'll like this."

"I don't know…" I start, then I feel him slap my flank.

"I said quiet!" His voice is stern, and even as I feel the beads of nervous perspiration collect at my temples, I also feel my member harden at the sound.

"You have been unbelievably naughty, Ryan." He sounds amused again, and I hear him working behind me, flipping switches, tinkering.

Then, I hear a low buzzing. My heart slams into my ribcage as I pray not to die and be discovered here like this. In the throes of morbid perversion.

The tingling begins slowly and gains momentum, but surprisingly, I enjoy it. It feels less like electric and more like tickling through my nipples and throughout my body; linking them and making me arch my back.

"Oh! Col…" I sigh.

He's close again, pressing his body against my back and I realize he's dressed. His cotton shirt is soft against my skin, but I want to feel him. His belt buckle is cold against me, and I shudder.

"Touch me, Colin." I plead, straining.

"Whose in charge here?" He asks, letting his hand come around me to lightly touch my belly. "Certainly not you, my big giraffe."

"Sweet Jesus…" I let my head fall to the side, loving when he calls me pet names - especially 'giraffe'.

"I was hoping to hear you scream. You're being awfully quiet."

I don't reply, just marvel in the feel of his body against me.

"You still with me?" He asks, kissing my left shoulder blade.

I nod. "Yeah. Yeah, I am."

"Good." He says and ups the voltage as I nearly leap out of my skin.

"Holy shit!" I howl. "Oh God…no more, Col. That's enough. No more…"

"No more, what?" He inquires after a short pause of me breathing heavily. "No more what?"

I shake my head. "Um. No more, Please."

"No more, *Master*." He corrects me with another smack across the ass before turning off the voltage.

I am straining hard against the restraints, and then I feel his hand cup my erection through cotton as I moan.

"Wow!" he enthuses. "You're certainly standing at attention. Anything I can do to help with that?"

I don't answer, instead I try to will him to stroke me, hold me, grasp me - anything to prolong the touch. I need it so badly, I'm aching and on fire.

"Col…" I whimper. "…Colin…"

Without replying, he reaches into my shorts and tugs on my shaft, simultaneously turning on the voltage. Tears spring to my eyes as I marvel in the concurrent feelings of pleasure and discomfort, but he stops almost as soon as he began, and I cry out. The sound is harsh and foreign to my ears.

"I'm sorry. Did you want more of the same?" he asks in that sweet innocent Canadian voice, which I now know is the voice of evil.

*Damn, I need him inside me*.

"Fuck you!" I answer instead as his hand rests motionless on my dick and he cuts off the electric.

"What was that?" He asks, quietly, and I pause before repeating. Who knows what that could lead to? After all, I assume he's just acting on a fantasy. What if (by some weird stroke of luck) he has something sinister planned? What if this is only the beginning? I mean, here we are, caught up in this 'play' but I never expected him to actually use nipple clamps - connected to actual voltage! I merely expected a few slaps and maybe a little dominance and degradation. This totally caught me off guard - and when will it end? Colin in control? I barely know what's going on in his head during the best of times; how the hell am I supposed to know now?

Call me a wimp, but I decide to end it.

"Tapioca." I whisper, waiting to be let down, but nothing comes, so I say it again louder. "Tapioca!"

I hear him snort. "And what the hell is this?" He asks, and I have a sudden urge to see his face. To know if he's serious.

"Our safe word. Please, tell me you remember." My voice sounds uneven to me. Even a little frightened. "Colin, I'm ending it. Let me down." Without letting me down or un-blind-folding me, he chuckles. "This game is over, Stiles, when I say it's over."

The funny thing is, (as I let fall my head in defeat) is that my cock feels so hard I think it might explode. Something about Colin in this role is unsettling and unbelievably thrilling. I'm actually hoping for something more, wondering how he'll punish me next.

Then, I hear the tap of his shoes as he walks around me, and I assume he's standing in front of me now - Hell, maybe even with hot coals or battery acid, for all I know. Bring it on. Whatever.

In another instant, I feel my shorts come down my legs with one quick swipe, and I feel his hand surround me as I cry out.

"Colin!" My hips jerk involuntarily to meet his movements." Oh!"

One of his hands rests against my chest, inching closer to a tingling nipple, and I realize he's removing the clamps. Oh good. I might be able to enjoy this hand job without frying myself in the process, but then he stops again and I am actually choked up over the loss of contact.

"Damn you." I mutter, feeling so cold without his hands. "Fucking damn you!"

He laughs softly. "Such harsh language from a lowly slave."

"Fuck this game, Col. I'm done." I'm enraged, and I want him to know. I begin struggling against the restraints again as I feel his hands come up to caress my torso.

"Don't get so angry, my big sexy minion. It could be worse. I could be fisting you."

I clench my eyes shut beneath the blindfold. "Fuck you!" I shout, hating him for making me pissed and sexually charged at the same time.

As I tug at my wrists, I somehow manage to loosen the knots in the rope with which I am tied. Then slipping free of the restraints, I snatch the blindfold off and grab Colin, pinning his wrists behind him. I'm so close that our noses touch and our lips are a hairsbreadth away. Along with surprise and fear, I see the tiny amber flecks in his brown eyes as he gasps. I smirk.

"Shoe on the other foot, Col?"

He doesn't respond; only grins slowly.

When I tighten my grip on him, he winces and struggles a bit, and I admit it - I'm trying to get a rise out of him.

"What are you planning?" He finally asks in a quavering voice.

Licking my lips, I crash my mouth to his, taking his breath away. Our tongues duel angrily and still, I hold firm to his wrists. Colin struggles a bit, but when the kiss is broken, I can see excitement in his puppy dog orbs.

"I knew you'd break free." He whispers very near to my lips.

"I bet you didn't."

He nods. "I planned it."

"Bullshit. The look of terror in your eyes…"

"You don't know me very well." He confirms as his lips meet mine for another searing kiss.

This time, I let him take the kiss where he wants to, letting his tongue drag throughout my mouth, tickle my lips, tease my tongue. I'm so hard.

"Colin." I break the kiss and regard him. "Why are you still dressed?"

He pulls against my tightening grip. "Can you let me go, Brutus? I get that you're stronger than I am; you've made your point. Now, lets do this the proper way."

I snort a laugh, amused and aroused and intrigued by him all at once. "And what's the proper way? *Your* way, I assume?"

He nods, smirking. "Naturally."

Shaking my head, I smile warmly at him. "No. I want you inside me. Like - yesterday."

Backing him against the wall, I use one hand to hold his wrists, the other to snatch his shirt from his body, causing buttons to fly in every direction and ping onto the linoleum floor. I suddenly realize we're in his kitchen.

His creamy white skin is revealed to me and without preamble I lower my mouth to his chest, planting desperate open-mouthed kisses to his upper torso.

"How did you get me here?" I ask, unbuttoning his slacks. "I know I was drugged."

"Greg helped, actually." he says, no longer struggling against my hold.

"Right." I say, reaching beneath his waistband to tug on his shaft. "Your other boy toy."

He closes his eyes against my ministrations. "That…is such bullshit."

"Think I don't know?" I ask, teasingly. "I know you."

Colin remains still but starts to redden as he gets closer. "You don't know anything." He whispers as I pump him a few more times.

"And what are you going to do if Deb finds us here?" I ask against his left nipple.

His moan is a deep rich sigh as I drag my tongue across him. "Just confirm for her what is already a suspicion." His words are rushed. "Jesus H. Christ, I'm going to lose it."

I smirk and press my body to his, trapping my arm between us as I stroke his length and wrap my hand around the head.

"Ryan…" He groans. "…make up your mind."

"About what, my little dinosaur?" I'm teasing him and loving it.

"Make up your mind about this - before I spill all over you." His voice is weak. "Inside you…or out…your call…"

Releasing his wrists, I bring my mouth to his shoulder, never losing contact with his rock solid tool.

"Decide." His voice is ragged.

I nod, holding him in a loose embrace. "Do it." I say, and he turns me and presses me against the wall.

In one swift motion, he is buried to the hilt inside me, his hand resting against my back, gently as I bite my lip, loving it.

"Colin…" his thrusts are slow and deep and I am going insane with passion when he reaches around to grab and stroke me.

"This what you wanted?" His voice is driving me more so than his fucking me is. "Are you happy now?"

I don't reply, only rest my head back against his shoulder and concentrate on my release, which comes almost immediately. His orgasm soon follows and we collapse against each other, against the wall, breathing deeply together.


Hours later, we're lying in his guest room bed. The silence is comfortable, but there is an uneasy tension that I feel needs to be addressed.

"Listen, Col, about what I said before…"

He interrupts quietly. "Which? The thing about Deb or the thing about Greg?"

I chuckle nervously in the dark. "Um. Both, I guess. Anyway, I didn't mean anything by that. I was just…I got caught up in the 'game'."

He nods, but doesn't reply so I press further.

"So, she already suspects?" The question looms above us for several seconds before he decides to address it.

"Do you really want to do this now?"

I shrug. "It's just a question."

"Okay." His voice is soft, but reluctant. "She knows I'm seeing someone. No. She doesn't know it's you, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time." If he sounded grim before, now he sounds lighthearted. "After all, your DNA is all over this house. "

I chuckle lightly at the remark, but still, he seems troubled. "So, what are we doing, anyway? What do you call this?"

He shrugs. "Lets not overanalyze. It's just an affair."

"Nah…its more than that."

"Well…" His voice trails off.

"Colin, talk to me."

His deep cocoa eyes are on me, question marks. "What do you want me to say, Ryan? That I love you more than life itself? That these silly games are just a way to express it because I'm too cowardly to just come out and say it?"

I smile at him. "Hey. The silly games are fun, but…"

"I know." He finishes the thought for me. "You're tired of them."

I shrug. "Well. Maybe tired is too strong a word. I'm…drained from them."

His hand brushes the smooth plane of my chest as he considers me.

"You know I love you." He says, tracing a pattern on my skin. "You also know how I am."

I nod. "Yes. I do know how you are."

After a pause, he continues. "And I'd never ask you to sacrifice anything for me."

With my index finger, I draw an invisible line across his eyebrow. "Yeah. But you know I would. I guess, in a way I already have."

He nods and when he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper. "I'd leave her."

"I know." I answer without hesitation. "But I'd never ask you to do that."

His smile is sad. "I wouldn't need you to."

Pulling him closer I plant a kiss on his lips deciding, for now, to abandon this line of discussion.

"Hey, the next time we play this game, I get to hook *you* up to live electricity."

He shakes his head, settling into the embrace. "No. I'm the whip wielding Dominatrix. You're the lanky adorable underling. It's the way it has to be." He kisses my chest, trailing his hand along my torso and down onto my belly. "Besides, you play the helpless role so much better."

I flinch when he nips at my abdomen with his teeth to emphasize his point.

"Okay, Col." My hand is cradling his head as he moves lower. "You win. As usual."

END