Deviant Seduction

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just keep getting ideas for Jesse and Simon...I have more that I've finished writing and that are almost ready to submit! Gosh, the question is just which ones to submit next...

Thank you to all reviewers of my originals. Love you guys! ^__^


NOTE: This is just a kinky little drabble thing. I unfortunately couldn't include the pre-this-scene stuff (which is why the beginning feels like a continuation), because it was just dialogue sort of stuff; it didn't really feel necessary.


I have a threesome planned...and another weird thing...so, keep an eye out for more!

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DEVIANT SEDUCTION

An original work

by lordoberon


SIMON'S POV

There was a moment where Jesse just sat there for a moment and processed all of it. And then he turned around suddenly, so that he was encsconced in my lap and had his hands on my chest. With a silly smile he admitted, "You know, I must say that hearing all of that is terribly arousing. The chains, the whips...imagining you in the 'regalia,' as you call it...and vulnerable. I liked the story about the people in the bars, and drunkeness, and the fighting. Exciting stuff. I wish my life was more like yours. You were a messed up kid...troubled. Crazy. I wouldn't want to be that kid. But it was so adventurous. The adventure aspect intrigues me."

His eyes were bright and eager and his brows slanted suggestively. I slid my hand down his hair to the back of his neck, where I played with the curls there for a moment. Then I slid the hand down around, and yanked him up so he was lying over me. Quick and tantalizing, I slid my hand down to stroke the hardness, to rub a little, and then brought my hands back up towards myself and had them behind my head as head rests once more.

Jesse pouted like a little boy. I grinned at the expression, staring at the full lips. Unbidden, my hand come forward and slid a finger into his mouth. That tongue slid all around it, poking at the tip and sucking. I moaned a little, feeling aroused despite myself. I hastily pulled my finger out, wiping it off, saying, "OK then."

He pouted again. His voice was husky. Boy, was his imagination seeing something fabulous! I groaned as he shifted his weight towards me and I felt it, hard and heavy against me. "Simon, do you have anything against the couch?"

I knew that he meant sex. But I was still half in the mood for talking, half distracted by the way his body twisted as he started throwing pillows off the couch and shoved off a blanket from one of the arms. His shirt lifted up and revealed a strip of white skin.

"Why are you so intent on this?"

He turned back to me. "If I chain you up, will you consent?"

"Jesse, you don't have any chains."

Pause. He laughed loudly. "You must be joking. Of course I have chains! There's an entire dungeon full of them. I could hook up the rest of the kink stuff there if you wanted me to."

My mouth went dry. "'The rest'?"

He stared at me as I struggled to swallow. His gaze was deep and lustful now, pleading. I swallowed hard at his expression. He said primly, "Yes, the rest. It's in a closet in a room nearby mine. I'll go up and get it. Haven't I shown you the dungeons yet?"

I thought back. "Briefly, yes. They're by the library, right? Meet you there?"

"Give me ten minutes."

He got up off of me, and walked upstairs. I watched the lithe figure until it rounded the second set of stairs, and then I walked into the dungeons.

It was this little door that led to a triangular room beneath the first stairway. That room though, led into the dank cold tunnels of the dungeons. Rows of cells were lined up on either side. At the end was a wall, which led to another tunnel. This tunnel had been wrecked in an earthquake, and had collapsed. I sat down at the end of the first tunnel, after setting a few torches alight.

Suddenly something scratched my shoulder when I moved. I looked up, to find my shoulder had hit a cuff. Oh. So they were already here. Hurriedly, to be ready on time, I slid my wrists into the cuffs, adjusting them with my powers, and then into the anklets. Then I hoisted myself up the wall a little. Then I changed my mind, deciding the positioning was too complicated. Instead I moved
into a cell and leaned down to rest my torso on an empty desk that sat in one corner. The torchlight burned red.

I heard steps above of someone coming down the stairs. It sounded like he was carrying something heavy. I sat back, and spread my legs wide apart. My hand slid over my crotch and I moaned, head thrown back, as my fingers began to play. By the time Jesse came in, laden with objects, I was groaning loudly, jerking my hand upward in a fisting motion over and over.

He yanked my hand away, grabbing my other and tying both behind my back. I whimpered as he pulled me down to stand in front of the desk. A strange thing was hooked up, cupping my crotch, so that everytime I grounded against the desk it would touch me. A blindfold was wrapped to cover my eyes.

Jesse then took off my clothes. Loops were put around my shoulders,
crisscrossing over my torso. Rough fabric attached to the loops scraped against my nipples when I moved even a little. Something thick and semi-hard but soft against my skin was placed between my legs, wet surface just touching the hole entrance. Then Jesse's voice came from behind me. "Spread your legs wide apart."

I obeyed, shaking. Slowly I slid my feet apart from each other, wider than shoulder length, quite wide. I could still keep my balance though. Suddenly the smack of leather snapped at my buttocks. I yelled. Again it came, and I realized Jesse was using his belt. The cuffs scraped against my wrists and I shook in my
bonds. Then the belt snapped again, harder this time, and I jolted forward. This caused my cock to grind into the cup, and the soft thing slid all the way up inside me. It was sexual imitation, I realized. Every time I moved forward, this would happen. I moaned at the thought.

Jesse hit me harder, harder. I whimpered as the tool thrust into me over and over again, grinding me, and when Jesse did it quickly to make me move even more, it pounded against my prostate. I screamed when he hit particularly hard, suddenly, against my back. I stayed forward that time, grinding my cock over and over into the cup.

A forceful hand grabbed my shoulder and yanked me back. That soft voice said, "No." I restrained myself.

He was hitting me over and over then, alternating between the whip and the belt. One snapped against me quickly, the other glided and burned. Each one brought me closer to completion. Finally I could take it no longer, dripping and wet, the tool gliding into me so slickly. I needed the real thing. "Jesse...ohh, Jesse, p...please! I, I need...!"

His voice was suddenly right next to my ear, a soft whisper that stamped desire through my whole body. "What do you need, Simon? Say it."

"I, I...cock. I need your cock...mmph...deep...in."

"Deep where, Simon? Tell me." His voice was husky and soft, gravelly, rough, aroused. I groaned, pressing my body back against him. He grunted as I purposely shoved bottom up at the hardness gripped in his trousers. A hand slid a soft finger down my length, making me whimper.

"Jesse, please...take me."

He couldn't wait any longer. He was moaning as I pushed up against him again and again. Then suddenly that body was down on the floor, and with a snap of my knife (he found them in my trousers pocket on the floor) the rope tying my hands was broken. I shook my wrists, hissing at the pain that encircled them. A soft tongue licked at one momentarily, and then Jesse stood up again.

I heard the jingle and shuffle as he slid out of his pants, and a soft rumpling whisper as the shirt followed. The belt dropped to the floor with a clatter, and the whip was hung up on the wall on a hook. I slid forward, cock easing into the cup. My hands moved to grip at the desk as suddenly his hot body pressed up
against me. My breath was panting.

"Simon, turn around."

"What?"

"Come on."

Slowly I turned around, moaning as his skin brushed against mine. He pulled the cloth from my eyes. Behind him was piled all the things he had brought - chains, cuffs, collars, whips, boots, riding crops, things I couldn't even identify, costumes, capes, dresses, frills, thigh high boots, tools of all kinds...my mouth watered, and I gasped. That cock was rubbing up against mine, gliding wetness up and down my length. I gripped the desk even harder, gasping, "Jesse
- J-Jesse...I, I...ahh...mmm...guh. I, I can't, c-can't h-hooold it...any longer...!"

I came then and there, and quickly Jesse was ducking down, lapping up the remnants, sucking, sucking so hard he brought me back up, and I was groaning as he stood up again, brushed that heated stiffness up against me again.

Then suddenly Jesse was nudging towards me. My hands flew to grip his arms as the head of his cock pressed in. Mine between our bellies slicked the skin as Jesse began to push in and out. I groaned, shutting my eyes tight. Jesse's voice came in my ear, and I pressed my nose into the crook of his neck. "Simon, open your eyes. Sit back. I want to see you."

I forced my eyes to open, pulled my head back and looked at him. It was amazing to look at him as he fucked me. His eyes glowed and his mouth pursed, and his hands were alternately on my shoulders, my hips. At one time he pushed me up so that I sat a little bit on the edge of the desk. My hands gripped the desk and my head was thrown back. I screamed as his thrusts became more powerful, and he
hushed me with a kiss. My arms slid to wrap around him as we kissed. I pushed my hips up against his and he moaned. Then my hands slid down and even as his cock was thrusting into me my fingers were slowly sliding in, causing his breathing to become even more rushed and desperate. He was thrusting faster and sweat made his skin glow. I licked his body, shaking in his arms as he thrusted faster and
faster.

He stopped, and for a moment was just leaning against me. I pushed the hair from his sweaty forehead and looked into his eyes. He groaned as my teeth latched on an ear, and then his hands slid slowly down my shoulders. Thumbs rubbed hard nipples and I whimpered. Then his hands were on my cock, and he was pushing in
again. It didn't take much longer for me to come, liquid spilling on stomachs and against his still moving, pumping hand, those long pale fingers threading their way up and down, jerking and thumbing.

With one final thrust it was over, and we rolled up onto the desk, and lay there panting.

~END

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