Taps
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,497
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Taps- Part Two: Choice A
Title: Taps - Part Two: Choice A
Author: [info]capturedribbons
Warnings: bdsm, rimming, weapon kink, hot/cold, weights, suspension
Notes: This is the first choice. This one and Choice B will be choices that you can choose from- though Choice B is not currently available. They both will come directly after the first part but choice A and B will not be connected in any way shape or form to each other.
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“Take a deep breath. You might be able to keep yourself together longer,” Christopher mused, still standing behind his lover until he stepped back, just enough so he could bend over and nearly have his face at the other man’s ass.
James couldn’t hear him and he tensed as the blond pressed his nose right against the other man’s ass. He nipped at the edge of one cheek, breathing against it a moment later before sucking slightly down the inner left side of the actor’s cheek. He could taste a bit of the lube and swirled it with the tip of his tongue.
“Ah. Isopher!” Christopher felt his companion jerk before the weights fallowed suit and jingled against the motion. The redhead groaned.
“Mm.” He paused a moment, smirking and licking his lips as he half hummed against the other man’s butt before slowly licking down and then up between the redhead’s cheeks. Blue eyes smirked slightly again as he took a moment to breathe. “You like this?... I knew you would.”
James breath was hitching against the gag and he squirmed slightly as the blond noticed his toes, each one curled tightly into his foot as though just waiting to be tickled.
Christopher couldn’t ignore that and he leaned back a bit more as he removed one hand from holding the redhead open to tickle his feet and thighs, causing the other’s legs to jerk. “Such pretty thighs.”
He slapped them and then leaned forward again, tugging once on the weights attached to the other man’s nipples before gilding his tongue around the actor’s opening flatly- changing the pressure every so often as he felt James’ body tremble against his face.
“…ehy!”
Christopher ignored the others protest, possibly questioning noise, and continued, flicking his tongue gently around the center a moment before sucking on it and groaning. He loved the taste of fake strawberries against the other man’s skin and he reached down to slide his own fingers above the bulge in his black leather pants.
“Does it feel good? I, certainly, feel good.” He pulled back a moment, drawing his teeth over the right cheek of the actors behind and gnawing gently on it as the other man groaned. That done he removed his mouth from his lovers flesh and took a slow sip of the still steaming tea, still caressing his arousal. “You should try this. It’s scalding and your favorite, Kava.”
Christopher closed his eyes, smiling coyly as he took another sip and then held the liquid in his mouth.
James tried to turn around again to see what his lover was up to but the man was hidden by his own thigh and he relaxed again with an almost irritated sounding sigh.
The blond, meanwhile, kept holding the liquid as he placed the cup back down and wrenched the others cheeks apart again. Some was swallowed as he quickly shoved his tongue into the other man’s opening, practically shoving hot tea into him as he probed the inside of the other man without warning, thrusting his tongue in and out a moment later.
“Ah!” The man arched, red hair clinging to his sweaty neck as he thrashed some. He whimpered, the sound half way between a protest and a moan and his finger nails dug into his palms. “Isopher!”
There was the sound of drool being sucking back against the gag and Christopher smiled as he suddenly realized he was hearing the other man pant again. He removed one of his hands holding the other open and lightly stroke against the head of the other’s erection, ignoring his own as it strained and stained his pants. “So vocal. You’ve never been so vocal off the stage before.”
James would not get relief from it no matter how much he did this; Christopher had made sure of that the moment he got the other in this position.
He then leaned back again; flicking his tongue against the top of the others’ opening before leaving him completely. His hand left the redhead’s erection and tickled his treasure trail for just a second before he snagged a partially melted ice cube from the dish and pressed it to his own lips. It rested there a moment before Christopher held it between his teeth so one end jutted out of his mouth and the ice water dribbled down his chin.
“Mm.” The blond leaned forward again and then tilted his head down; sliding the end of the ice cube up under the other man’s erection, over the small patch of skin between the actor’s penis and anus, and then looped it around his entrance.
The redhead squealed in response, jerking hard and causing the harnesses to sway until Christopher grabbed him and kept him still as he shoved what was left of the ice cube inside him. That done, he left that part of the actor's body alone, instead going to suck and kiss the perineum again. Cold and hot, the stimuli were moist and in opposition, causing a most delightful reaction in the other.
“Isofer … Isofer.” The other man’s hands were clenching and then relaxingover and over, as the blond man worked, going back to thrusting his tongue into James again once ice had melted and hit the floor, looking almost like tear drops. “Ah!”
He watched, felt, as his lover started trying to thrust against the air, his eyes shut tight and his mouth open and almost relaxed in a ‘O’ against the gag. “Ogog.”
James was enthralling in the dim light, a splatter of stenciled candle light sliding dizzily over his hair as he reacted unthinkingly to his lovers ministrations, jerking and arching into the straps that held him up.
“That’s it, James.” Christopher removed his mouth again and replaced it with his relubed fingers, sliding them around inside the other man as he explored the other’s insides again, this time with his latex covered fingers unable to taste or feel quite so strongly as the previous tool. “No more resisting.”
The blond smiled again, rather amused and rather looking forward to the next thing he wanted to do. “Almost ready for punishment?”
Rimming, after all, was far from punishment, even if James would have preferred to not be tied up for such an experience.
“Now…what was it that you said?” He jerked his fingers into the other man a bit, prodding the others prostate rather roughly and listening to the other man groan loudly in response. “Something about… ‘blowing my fucking head off’?”
“Now that wasn’t’ very nice, you know.” The man removed his fingers again, took the still lukewarm tea from the tray and threw it on his lover before stepping back and watching the actor jump, startled, as the liquid worked its way down around his chest and half into the thin belt loop of his chaps. The ice followed, sliding on the cold water already left behind by some of the pieces and swirling their way down the weights on James’ chest. “Not when I pamper you so very well…”
The redhead made another protesting sound, looking back as the blond reached forward and yanked out the man’s earplugs, removing the last of the tools he had used to deprive his senses.
“I want you listening.” Christopher reached to the table again and grabbed something metal, taking a moment to slide the end up between the other man’s cheeks before sliding one side down the man’s thigh. “You thought I’d never find out about your other little friend, did you?”
James’ made a protesting noise, shaking his head as his eyes widened. “Oh. Ah…”
He squirmed and tried to kick some and the man laughed, kissing the top of the gun before flicking his tongue leisurely up the top side of the semi automatic pistol. “Mm…I think you did, though.”
“Do you know what her name is?” He slide the metal mouth up around the redhead’s balls and then down his ringed and still swollen penis. “X-Treme Tactical Pistol… semi automatic. She takes 45AP caliber bullets.”
“Would you blow my head off if you could get it?” Christopher asked as he pressed the muzzle against the other man’s entrance, thrusting it in a moment later so the cold metal brushed against the actor’s warm insides. James let out a yell, protesting again against the ball gag now shiny with saliva. “Sure you would.”
Author: [info]capturedribbons
Warnings: bdsm, rimming, weapon kink, hot/cold, weights, suspension
Notes: This is the first choice. This one and Choice B will be choices that you can choose from- though Choice B is not currently available. They both will come directly after the first part but choice A and B will not be connected in any way shape or form to each other.
Comments are love
***
“Take a deep breath. You might be able to keep yourself together longer,” Christopher mused, still standing behind his lover until he stepped back, just enough so he could bend over and nearly have his face at the other man’s ass.
James couldn’t hear him and he tensed as the blond pressed his nose right against the other man’s ass. He nipped at the edge of one cheek, breathing against it a moment later before sucking slightly down the inner left side of the actor’s cheek. He could taste a bit of the lube and swirled it with the tip of his tongue.
“Ah. Isopher!” Christopher felt his companion jerk before the weights fallowed suit and jingled against the motion. The redhead groaned.
“Mm.” He paused a moment, smirking and licking his lips as he half hummed against the other man’s butt before slowly licking down and then up between the redhead’s cheeks. Blue eyes smirked slightly again as he took a moment to breathe. “You like this?... I knew you would.”
James breath was hitching against the gag and he squirmed slightly as the blond noticed his toes, each one curled tightly into his foot as though just waiting to be tickled.
Christopher couldn’t ignore that and he leaned back a bit more as he removed one hand from holding the redhead open to tickle his feet and thighs, causing the other’s legs to jerk. “Such pretty thighs.”
He slapped them and then leaned forward again, tugging once on the weights attached to the other man’s nipples before gilding his tongue around the actor’s opening flatly- changing the pressure every so often as he felt James’ body tremble against his face.
“…ehy!”
Christopher ignored the others protest, possibly questioning noise, and continued, flicking his tongue gently around the center a moment before sucking on it and groaning. He loved the taste of fake strawberries against the other man’s skin and he reached down to slide his own fingers above the bulge in his black leather pants.
“Does it feel good? I, certainly, feel good.” He pulled back a moment, drawing his teeth over the right cheek of the actors behind and gnawing gently on it as the other man groaned. That done he removed his mouth from his lovers flesh and took a slow sip of the still steaming tea, still caressing his arousal. “You should try this. It’s scalding and your favorite, Kava.”
Christopher closed his eyes, smiling coyly as he took another sip and then held the liquid in his mouth.
James tried to turn around again to see what his lover was up to but the man was hidden by his own thigh and he relaxed again with an almost irritated sounding sigh.
The blond, meanwhile, kept holding the liquid as he placed the cup back down and wrenched the others cheeks apart again. Some was swallowed as he quickly shoved his tongue into the other man’s opening, practically shoving hot tea into him as he probed the inside of the other man without warning, thrusting his tongue in and out a moment later.
“Ah!” The man arched, red hair clinging to his sweaty neck as he thrashed some. He whimpered, the sound half way between a protest and a moan and his finger nails dug into his palms. “Isopher!”
There was the sound of drool being sucking back against the gag and Christopher smiled as he suddenly realized he was hearing the other man pant again. He removed one of his hands holding the other open and lightly stroke against the head of the other’s erection, ignoring his own as it strained and stained his pants. “So vocal. You’ve never been so vocal off the stage before.”
James would not get relief from it no matter how much he did this; Christopher had made sure of that the moment he got the other in this position.
He then leaned back again; flicking his tongue against the top of the others’ opening before leaving him completely. His hand left the redhead’s erection and tickled his treasure trail for just a second before he snagged a partially melted ice cube from the dish and pressed it to his own lips. It rested there a moment before Christopher held it between his teeth so one end jutted out of his mouth and the ice water dribbled down his chin.
“Mm.” The blond leaned forward again and then tilted his head down; sliding the end of the ice cube up under the other man’s erection, over the small patch of skin between the actor’s penis and anus, and then looped it around his entrance.
The redhead squealed in response, jerking hard and causing the harnesses to sway until Christopher grabbed him and kept him still as he shoved what was left of the ice cube inside him. That done, he left that part of the actor's body alone, instead going to suck and kiss the perineum again. Cold and hot, the stimuli were moist and in opposition, causing a most delightful reaction in the other.
“Isofer … Isofer.” The other man’s hands were clenching and then relaxingover and over, as the blond man worked, going back to thrusting his tongue into James again once ice had melted and hit the floor, looking almost like tear drops. “Ah!”
He watched, felt, as his lover started trying to thrust against the air, his eyes shut tight and his mouth open and almost relaxed in a ‘O’ against the gag. “Ogog.”
James was enthralling in the dim light, a splatter of stenciled candle light sliding dizzily over his hair as he reacted unthinkingly to his lovers ministrations, jerking and arching into the straps that held him up.
“That’s it, James.” Christopher removed his mouth again and replaced it with his relubed fingers, sliding them around inside the other man as he explored the other’s insides again, this time with his latex covered fingers unable to taste or feel quite so strongly as the previous tool. “No more resisting.”
The blond smiled again, rather amused and rather looking forward to the next thing he wanted to do. “Almost ready for punishment?”
Rimming, after all, was far from punishment, even if James would have preferred to not be tied up for such an experience.
“Now…what was it that you said?” He jerked his fingers into the other man a bit, prodding the others prostate rather roughly and listening to the other man groan loudly in response. “Something about… ‘blowing my fucking head off’?”
“Now that wasn’t’ very nice, you know.” The man removed his fingers again, took the still lukewarm tea from the tray and threw it on his lover before stepping back and watching the actor jump, startled, as the liquid worked its way down around his chest and half into the thin belt loop of his chaps. The ice followed, sliding on the cold water already left behind by some of the pieces and swirling their way down the weights on James’ chest. “Not when I pamper you so very well…”
The redhead made another protesting sound, looking back as the blond reached forward and yanked out the man’s earplugs, removing the last of the tools he had used to deprive his senses.
“I want you listening.” Christopher reached to the table again and grabbed something metal, taking a moment to slide the end up between the other man’s cheeks before sliding one side down the man’s thigh. “You thought I’d never find out about your other little friend, did you?”
James’ made a protesting noise, shaking his head as his eyes widened. “Oh. Ah…”
He squirmed and tried to kick some and the man laughed, kissing the top of the gun before flicking his tongue leisurely up the top side of the semi automatic pistol. “Mm…I think you did, though.”
“Do you know what her name is?” He slide the metal mouth up around the redhead’s balls and then down his ringed and still swollen penis. “X-Treme Tactical Pistol… semi automatic. She takes 45AP caliber bullets.”
“Would you blow my head off if you could get it?” Christopher asked as he pressed the muzzle against the other man’s entrance, thrusting it in a moment later so the cold metal brushed against the actor’s warm insides. James let out a yell, protesting again against the ball gag now shiny with saliva. “Sure you would.”