Blood Vane

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“Now you’ve done it!” Seth Edwards wailed for about the 1,009,875th time. Sonny was counting.

“Do you have any idea of what you’ve done?” Oh,Sonny knew alright.

“They’re going to ship us off to a real prison Sonny!” Sonny desperately wished that he could tune Seth out, his other had been going on like this for hours and frankly he was about ready to commit suicide if it meant shutting Seth up.

“This is all your fault!” Seth moaned for about the 1,567,785th time.

“Will you just shut the fuck up?!” Sonny snapped, “they’re not going to do anything because they wont know what happened!”

Seth pouted and glared at Sonny. “They might not know now, but they will know as soon as that bastard wakes up and tells them!”

Sonny gnashed his teeth and tried really hard to stay calm. “I’ve already told you. He’s not going to tell them anything. He’ll lose all credibility in here if he squeals.”

“Even if that’s true,” Seth nervously wrung his hands, “that just means he’ll wait and come after us later. He’ll kill us Sonny!”

Sonny’s head was really starting to pound. Right now that didn’t sound like such a bad thing.

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Alistair Boot stood with his legs spread, the toe of one black boot tapping menacingly on the hardwood floor of his bedroom as he scowled and glared down at his “prisoner.”

Alistair was dressed for the occasion in his full prison guard regalia. (He had worked as a guard for years under his fathers administration before the old man died.)

On the bed before him the naked man handcuffed to his headboard cursed and yanked at the cuffs as he struggled. Writhing around and displaying golden brown skin that was stretched taut over hard abdominal
muscles, long lean legs that kicked at Alistair every time he approached the bed and an impressive, fully erect cock jutting up out of a nest of black curls.

Alistair found himself staring at the thick shaft and got cursed again when the man on the bed noticed.
Oh yes, he grinned wickedly, this prisoner was definitely going to get some much needed discipline.

On the bed Royal Pope felt the handcuffs cutting into his wrist as he tugged at them and cursed again under his breathe. How in the hell did he let Alistair talk him into this? One moment they had been cuddling in bed, talking and laughing and he made an innocent joke about handcuffs. The next thing he knew he was having a pair snapped around his wrist and Alistair was walking to the closet to pull out his old guards uniform so they could role play.

Royal glared daggers at the handsome blond man standing over him looking so cool and collected. If it hadn’t been for the huge bulge in the trousers of the uniform he would have thought Alistair wasn’t being affected by this at all. Royal cursed again as Alistair grinned down at him and moved closer to the edge of the bed. That feral look in his lovers eye was making him decidedly uncomfortable. God, but it was hot and sexy!

“Prisoner!” Alistair suddenly bellowed, causing Royal to jerk in surprise. The blond guard placed one hand on the bed between Royal’s feet. “you will cease and desist this unruly behavior at once!”

“Fuck you!” Royal spat out, lifting his chin defiantly. He always tried to stay in character.

Alistair grinned down at him. “Oh you will behave prisoner…. Or I will make you behave.” he drawled.

Royal found himself once again questioning his own sanity as he shouted back at Alistair, “Do your worst you big pussy!” and once again kicked out at the man.

Alistair straightened up at the end of the bed with an all too pleased expression on his face then stalked around to the side. Suddenly he was on the bed with Royal, one hand fisted in his hair as he jerked the judge up so that they were almost nose to nose. “Oh don’t worry,” Alistair purred, “I intend to.”

Roughly he yanked Royals head back and attacked his throat, biting into the tender skin of his neck and shoulders as his other hand came up and twisted one of the hard little nubs on his chest.

“Get off mfffff!” Royal howled, only to find his cry cut short as a tongue was thrust halfway down his throat.

Thrashing around he managed to rip his mouth free of Alistair’s and cursed him for a motherfucker as he felt long, slim fingers close around his throbbing cock. “Struggling is useless,” the guard growled in his ear, “you’re mine. I can do anything I want to you.”

The fact that it was true only managed to piss Royal off, well… royally. Hissing he bit down savagely on the only piece of Alistair that he could reach with his mouth. His shoulder.

Alistair backed off clutching his bite. Eyes narrowed into tiny angry slits he murmured, “I can see we cant do this nicely.”

Royal watched, his stomach suddenly churning with butterflies as Alistair stomped back to the end of the bed. Did he go too far? He felt one foot grabbed by a strong hand as fabric was wound around his ankle and his leg was dragged to the left edge of the bed to be secured there.

Royal tried to lift his head enough to see what Alistair was doing but could only tell that the man was close and moving around. When he felt his other ankle grabbed he tried to jerk it away, but it too was soon lassoed and dragged to the opposite side of the bed and secured. Royal had never felt so open and vulnerable in his life.

Alistair stood at the bottom of the bed and surveyed his handiwork with a pleased smile. Slowly he started to strip off his uniform, moving closer so that Royal could watch as he shrugged out of his shirt and dropped it to the floor.

Royal ground out from between clenched teeth, “Let me go you bastard!”

Alistair pretended to think about it for a minute as he unzipped his trousers and kicked his shoes off, “Ummmm no.” Turning so that his back was to Royal he slowly lowered the pants past his buttocks as he bent forward, giving the judge a nice open view of his ass. The man on the bed groaned as Alistair straightened up and stepped out of his pants. Naked he stood at the bottom of the bed, then he was crawling up his lovers bound body until finally he straddled his stomach.

“So…” Alistair arched one eyebrow, “are you going to cooperate now? Or do I need to use my baton?”
So saying, he reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a nice sized butt plug.
(ok it wasn’t a real baton, real batons don’t vibrate but you get the picture.)

Royal’s dark eyes widened. The thing was huge! His cock twitched even as his mind threatened mutiny. No way was Alistair using that gadget on him! He opened his mouth to say so…..

“Of course,” the naked blond sitting on him smirked, “you could just beg for mercy instead.”

Royal’s mouth snapped shut again. Bastard!

“Well?” Alistair inquired with an amused look on his face.

“I thought you liked bottoming?” Royal tried really hard not to whine.

“Oh I do darling!” Alistair leaned down and gave Royal a quick peck on the lips, breaking character for just a second. “I just love having that big cock of yours up my ass.” he turned his “baton” on and a low hum sounded throughout the room. “I don’t want to be the one having all the fun though.”

Teasingly he circled the tip of one brown nipple with the toy as he reached back in the table and pulled out a jar of astroglide. “That would hardly be fair of me now would it?”

Watching as Alistair opened the jar one handed and scooped out a generous amount Royal yanked hard on his cuffs.

“Now, now,” the guard smirked as he slicked his baton. “you wouldn’t want to leave when the party is just getting started now would you?”

Royal had pretty much decided that begging didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all when Alistair removed himself from his stomach, slithering back down his body to kneel between his legs.

Big blue eyes stared a challenge up at him as Royal felt one finger slowly circle his entrance. Oh God!
Royal shut his eyes tight and tried to force himself to relax as he felt the finger gently nudge its way inside him. The next moment his eyes flew wide open again as Alistair’s talented mouth engulfed the head of his cock and that finger began to lazily fuck him.

A loud groan came from the captive prisoner as a blond head bobbed up and down in his lap and one finger became two, slowly stretching and preparing him for the butt plug.

Royal wriggled as best he could. The mouth on his cock and the fingers stroking inside him felt so damn good. Alistair flexed the digits and raked them across his prostate and the judge nearly shrieked with pleasure.

Then those long fingers were gone and a rounded tip pushed inside him so quickly that he didn’t even have time to tense or protest. Alistair’s mouth made obscene slurping noises as he fell into a rhythm.

Royal had never felt so full and the thing buzzing across his prostate sent tingling shockwaves up and down his spine.

Alistair pulled his mouth away with a loud “pop” and moved to straddle his lovers lap again. This time when he dipped his fingers in the lube he snaked them down between his own legs watching as Royal’s eyes seemed to burn at the sight of him preparing himself.

Reaching between his legs Alistair grasped the base of Royal’s cock in his hand and brought the leaking head to his lubricated entrance. For a moment Alistair just hovered there, teasing; then slowly he lowered himself onto his lovers thick cock. Both men moaned in unison as he settled on top.

Alistair began a gentle rocking motion. Royal was panting heavily and his hips were desperately trying to buck but he couldn’t get any leverage and it was driving him insane. The feeling of that tight oiled channel unhurriedly sliding up and down his straining cock and the toy inside him relentlessly stimulating his prostate was the best kind of agony

Fingers pinched at Royal’s painfully hard nipples. It was overwhelming.

“Please Alistair!” he whimpered, “fuck me damn it!”

His blond tormentor smirked down at him. “Mercy?”

Everything in Royal rebelled at the thought but then those torturing fingers twisted at his nipples again and he found himself shouting, “Yes! Mercy! Mercy you fucker!”

Alistair grinned down at him, then bent so that his own hard little nipple was brushing across Royals lips.

“Bite me again.” the guard ordered huskily.

Royal’s mouth latched onto the hard little nub and he bit down hard. Alistair keened and then he sat back up and began riding the cock under him frantically, dropping ass hips with intent.

The plug pressed even harder into Royal’s sweet spot as Alistair worked his slick little asshole up and down his shaft. He opened his eyes to see the gorgeous blond on top of him with his head thrown back madly pumping his own cock as he repeatedly sat down hard on Royal. Every downward stroke of Alistair's hips jolted the vibrating toy inside him.

It was too much. The explosion started inside at his over stimulated prostate then quickly spread to his balls and cock. Royal’s toes curled and he didn’t even realize he was straining at his bonds as a scream of pure unadulterated pleasure was torn from his body. Alistair bucked uncontrollably on top of him, using strong internal muscles to milk Royal of every single drop as he wailed out his own orgasm.

Royal was vaguely aware of hot cum splattering across his chest and stomach just before Alistair collapsed forward on top of him.

For long moments there were no sounds in the room except the sound of their panting and the low hum of a dildo. “Alistair,” Royal growled, “get this thing out of me! NOW!”

Alistair had the nerve to giggle, but he did slide off of Royal and relieve him of the buzzing toy, then he untied his legs. He dangled the handcuff key just in front of Royal nose. “So… are we going to behave now?”

Royal’s lip poked out but he knew there was no other way out of it. Slowly he nodded yes.

“Good boy.” Alistair purred as he released the cuffs, then yelped as he found himself flat on his back with an evil looking judge grinning down at him in the next moment.

Royal held the cuffs up, “Your turn.”

The phone rang and Alistair lunged to get it before Royal had a chance to restrain him.

Alistair was on the phone quite a few minutes while Royal sat there and fantasized about what he would do to the prat to get even. He was sporting a big fiendish smile until Alistair turned around and he saw the serious expression on his lovers face.

“There’s been another attack at Boot Hill. Seth Edwards was involved….. Again.”