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~*Part the TWO of moit's birthday.*~
No one thought this shit could be stuffed into one lj-post, did they? Der hey.
Title: Watch (2/2)
Pairing: C/Z, C/Z/OMC
Rating: NC-17 (like PG would suffice, bah)
Warning(s): 'Moit's Birthday' should be warning enough, but... D/s, heavy kink, slight humiliation, voyeurism, toys, threesome, cross-dressing; all consensual.
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Following my 'Your Most Dangerous Curve' storyline, Zeke and Casey take to the public.
Part 1
Zeke almost jumped and clapped like a child when the doorbell rang. 'No way you could've resisted, huh?' he thought as he fought to make his expression cool and calm on his way to the door. After a hard intake of breath, he turned the knob and pulled the door open. “Hey,” he greeted Jamie, who nodded back.
“Hi,” he said.
“C'mon in.” Zeke held the door open wide, letting their guest enter. Jamie stayed quiet as he shuffled in. Shutting the door, Zeke grinned. “'Glad you came. Beer?”
For a moment, Jamie looked confused. “Oh... yea, sure,” he replied.
“In here,” Zeke said, leading the young man into the kitchen. Two bottles were taken from the fridge, one handed to Jamie. He peered at the label with interest.
“'Black Tuesday'? Never tried this one,” he said.
“Poor guy. Guinness pales in comparison.” Zeke said. Jamie sniffed out a chuckle as Zeke popped the caps off then raised his own bottle. “To tonight.”
“Whatever comes of it.” Jamie clinked his drink to Zeke's then took a hefty slug. His eyebrows rose as he pulled the bottle away from his lips. “S'fuckin' good, man.”
“Damn right,” Zeke said.
“Mmm...” Jamie hummed and took another sip, longer than the last. When finished, he looked around and asked, “So, where's... Casey?”
“Upstairs. We'll head up there in a few.”
“'K.”
Zeke took another sip before asking, “How old are you, anyway? May as well play 'get to know you' before we kick this thing off.”
“Hah, right... twenty-two,” Jamie answered.
“Yea? I'm twenty-one. Did you go to Herrington High?”
“N'aw, I moved here from Kansas a year ago. Couldn't find work there; a buddy of my dad's offered a job with 'Pat's Construction' up here, so I took it. You gotta snag what you can nowadays.”
“Kansas, huh? A real country boy,” Zeke said. Jamie chortled lightly.
“Dad DOES raise cattle, so I guess so,” he said.
Christ, Zeke liked this guy. He was young, attractive, owning the kind of tan a real hard worker earned on the job. It was here that Zeke noticed that he'd changed; it was the same type of t-shirt, only cleaner than the one he'd worn at the restaurant, while the jeans looked newer and crisp, as if he'd picked them up on the way here. 'He wanted to look nice,' he thought, but didn't say anything about it. “I know I was a brash motherfucker, approaching you like I did. I'd apologize, but you're here, so...” Zeke shrugged and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching a small blush creep into Jamie's cheeks. “Promise, you'll never be able to forget tonight.”
“Yea, I spos'... just, like I said, I ain't... that way,” Jamie said, stammering a bit between words. “Just more-curious than most guys, I guess.”
“And open. A hella-lot more open than most guys.”
“'Guess so.” Jamie looked away and took another sip before muttering, “He's pretty.”
“Casey?” Zeke asked.
“Yea. Kinda hard to stay straight around guys like that-well, I mean, it's... not like I think, 'man, I could tap that ass' when I see a pretty face on a guy, but...” Jamie stopped to scoff and roll his eyes. “Sorry, I'm fuckin' rambling.”
“It's okay. I kinda get it.” Zeke took the last gulp of his beer and put the bottle in the sink. A glass of water was filled for him to sip at, needing to make sure his head stayed clear. “S'not like I was ever into guys. Casey... he mixes shit up.”
“How-how'd you start shit up together?”
“Hah... his fault. He just kinda spilled his guts about some old perv in a gas station bathroom jerking off in front of him-how he liked it,” Zeke said. “He said later that he needed someone to talk to... admitted that he wanted to see if I'd get turned-on. The pieces just kinda fell into place after that.”
“Weird,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean...”
“What do you want tonight?” Zeke asked abruptly; he didn't want to continue an awkward, stammered conversation. In a matter of three or four minutes, they'd be heading upstairs. He needed as much detail as he could get. After a tiny moment of silence, Jamie sighed and dared to look directly at Zeke.
“I think I just wanna watch. I dunno if I could actually join in, y'know? I'm not THAT curious.”
“If you change your mind, you can. As long as I trust a guy, he can fuck my boy all he wants,” Zeke stated bluntly. As Jamie's face reddened further, Zeke grinned. “Don't let that boy fool you. He stays quiet cos' he's supposed to; given the chance, he'd start begging you to screw him the second we walk through the bedroom door.”
Jamie's chest rose and fell a little quicker now. He rubbed the back of his neck, took the last swig of his drink in a hard, quick jolt then set the bottle down on the counter. “K,” he said.
“Cool,” Zeke said then looked to his watch. “Time's up. Let's head up.”
Though the young man looked apprehensive, Zeke knew it was from anticipation and the thrill of it all. He followed Zeke to the stairs then climbed up without pause. Zeke needed to take a deep, cleansing breath himself as he reached the bedroom door. He turned to give Jamie a narrow-eyed look and grin then opened the door.
If Jamie was confused with Casey's natural prettiness before, he was probably made brain-dead now with what sat on the bed. Even Zeke, used to seeing Casey like this, felt a small shock. The large blue eyes were lined with smoky gray, pink and purple, his lips a glistening lavender-all matching the best purchase Zeke had ever made in his lifetime. Every mark and curve was cradled in almost-invisible fabric, cloaking Casey's body in a hazy light purple glow. The hem and collar made of lace completed the look perfectly. “Good job, pretty boy,” Zeke broke through his own mute shock to say, a smile crossing his lips.
“Thank you, Sir,” Casey softly replied.
“You know Jamie. Say 'Hello, Jamie.'”
Casey turned his beautiful-blues Jamie's way and made the tiniest hint of a smile. “Hello, Jamie.”
“Hi,” Jamie said in a croak.
Zeke went over to Casey and took his chin. Casey lifted his face for Zeke to inspect thoroughly; after a few turns, Zeke hummed. “You're getting better and better at this, boy,” he said. He then turned back to Jamie. “You already said he's pretty. You haven't changed your mind, right?”
Jamie's jaw shook open; Zeke noticed how the crisp, clean jeans had tightened between his legs now. “No, he's... real pretty.”
“Mmhmm,” Zeke hummed. He then nodded to Casey and said, “Kneel up and lift the slip.”
Casey complied, soon showing off what was underneath the whisper-thin fabric. Jamie stared at the lacy underwear, the undeniable sign that this was a boy given in the thin but long ridge pushing against the lace. A breath stuttered from his lips, hard, making it clear that sexual-stimulation was setting in. Zeke sighed and put his hand over the bulge, all while looking back at Jamie. “If you DO join in, be careful; one tear in this outfit and you owe me a few of your paychecks,” he told him with a wink.
“Yea,” Jamie mindlessly replied. He barely looked behind him to the chair before sitting upon it in an awkward heap.
“Anytime you wanna, just say the word,” Zeke told the numb-looking young man as he removed his hand from Casey and stood off to the side. “Show Jamie your tits, boy.”
The slip was brought up higher until Casey's chest was revealed. It moved up and down evenly, but had a slight tremble with every drop. Zeke now sat on the edge of the bed and slid a hand over the expanse of Casey's front before circling his palm over each side of his chest in a figure-eight. He pressed his fingertips into the pert nipples at each pass, of course. Casey's head went back a little, a hard swallow clearly going down his throat. “Jamie likes girls... and right now, you are a fucking girl in this get-up,” Zeke told him. “So he must like you. You're fucking evil when you're this goddamned pretty.”
Jamie shifted in his seat when Zeke reached down lower and took Casey's whole groin, cock and balls, in his hand. It stayed still to squeeze it all in a tight grip; Casey's knees jerked and he made a light gasp from the contact. When Zeke turned his wrist to twist the flesh tight to the side, Casey outright yelped and went bowstring-tight all over. Jamie's brow furrowed a little; Zeke glanced to him with narrowed eyes. “I can do whatever I want until the safe-word pops up. Tell him what your safe-word is, boy.”
Casey swallowed again then said, “M-My safe-word is 'penny', Sir.”
“Do I always stop when I hear it?”
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
“Every time?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Mmhmm. That's cos' I wanna be good to my boy, make sure he's okay,” Zeke said at the same time he started tonguing the boy's ear in a wet, wide molestation. He unhinged his fingers and let Casey's privates go, but before the boy could take an even, calm breath, Zeke moved onto his nipple and gave it a hard, tight and wide pinch. Casey jolted harder while making sure he didn't jump away from Zeke's mouth or grabbing hand. “I don't wanna break my toys... just play with 'em.”
Casey cooed, twisted and made hard pants as Zeke slid behind him, reached to the other side and twisted it as hard as its twin. His own hands clenched around the hem of his slip, his knuckles going bone-white. Zeke took a quick glance over the shoulder he was sucking on to Jamie; he too had a death-grip on his knee with one hand, the other rubbing his neck in slow, jerky movements. Zeke unlatched his lips from Casey's skin and moved them to his ear. “You're fucking rude. Y'know that?” He moved away and gave Casey a small shove to his back. “Get on your knees, crawl over to our new friend and say, 'thank you for coming,'” Zeke instructed roughly.
“Yes, S-Sir.” Casey moved away, slid off the bed to the floor and took the small distance to Jamie in a slow crawl. Once inches away from the young man's feet, Casey knelt and looked up at him to say, “Thank you for coming, Jamie.”
“You're... you're welcome,” Jamie replied softly.
Zeke lit a cigarette and went over to the dresser. “I'll be a sec-at ease 'til I'm done, have a little chat,” he said.
Casey licked his lower lip and cocked his head to the side. “You... think I'm pretty?” he asked.
“Yea,” Jamie said. “Yea, you're-really-pretty.”
“Like a girl?”
Zeke had to bite his smile. He liked setting that boy loose like this; Jamie was in great danger of giving himself a hand-job, the best risk ever. “Y-Yea. Kinda... dangerously,” Jamie eventually replied.
“A bra came with this, but Sir doesn't like bras on me. He says they make me look silly,” Casey said. He lifted the slip again to show off his lower half. “But I like the panties. Do you like them?”
The huff Jamie made seemed to heat the entire room. “Yes,” he said in a spit.
“Here we go,” Zeke said upon finding the riding crop he'd been looking for. He turned back to the pair and walked over. “Stand up, boy.”
Freedom of speech ceased, Casey got on his feet and let the slip drop back down. Zeke gave his shoulder a light shove to the bed. “Turn your back to Jamie, kneel and bend over, face to the bed,” Zeke ordered.
A real show started now, with Casey heeding orders. He made a delightful presentation of his backside in his lifting it up in the air, his shoulders pressed into the comforter underneath him. The slip hitched halfway up his ass; Zeke uncovered the rest of it with a smooth, gentle hand. “Know what we're gonna do?” he asked as he sat down next to the boy's prone form.
“What, Sir?”
“I'm going to pull your panties down to show Jamie your pretty little ass... then you're gonna open your legs up, let your cock and balls hang down...” Zeke snarled as he made the first step, tugging the lacy waist of the underwear down to reveal the pale skin of Casey's behind. “...And I'm gonna make you feel like a girl. Know how?”
“H-How, Sir?” Casey said as Zeke nudged his thighs to open. Casey took a bit gulp of air as he widened them, stretching the panties as he did.
“We're gonna see if we can make your balls crawl up and hide.” Zeke moved to face Jamie's side of the room, an arm wrapping around Casey's waist to hold onto him tight. The crop was brought to the rounded flesh; he swooped it in wide circles, around and around, until he began rubbing it against the boy's hole and sac. With Casey cooing and squirming at the touch, Zeke finally stopped the leather to rest on his balls. “Ten little sack-taps; count them, out loud.”
Casey stiffened a moment, bracing for it... “Yes, Sir.”
A quick glance and smile was shot to Jamie before Zeke brought the crop up a few inches then let it down in a small but painful snap onto Casey's balls. Just that alone made Casey yelp again, made his legs almost snap out straight. His knees locked at the last moment however as he stuttered out, “O-One!”
Jamie's eyes refused to blink it seemed as this continued, each smack harder than the last. Zeke kept his presence of mind, not hitting too hard or in the wrong spot. Casey didn't need broken blood vessels or erectile dysfunction, of course. It was enough to have the boy squirming, yowling and mewling as he was with what he was getting. Finally, they reached, “T-T-Ten!” and Zeke stopped. He put the crop to the side and gave the abused flesh a whole-handed massage.
“Good girl,” he said. “That's what you are now. A sweet, pretty girl. Right?”
“Yes, S-Sir...”
“Say it.”
A swallow, then... “I'm a sweet, pretty girl, Sir.”
“Mmhmm. You got this sweet, pretty pussy to prove it.” Zeke extended his pointer finger to Casey's anus and swirled small circles around it. He gave tiny presses inside, just to the tip of his fingernail; he looked up to Jamie and cocked an eyebrow. “She's shameless, ain't she?”
The young man was wordless, offering a lone nod as his only reply. Zeke shook his head and smirked toward Casey's head. “Shameless lil' slut-that's you. Inviting strangers here, wanting them to fuck you, unbelievable,” he said. “If Jamie DID wanna fuck you, would you let him?”
“Y-Yes, Sir,” Casey muttered.
“Louder.”
“YES, Sir.”
“Count,” was Zeke's only warning when he stopped the light fingering, gave Casey's ass a squeeze then slapped it, hard.
“Nngh, one!” Hard rub, another smack, “Two!”, another, “T-Three!”... Zeke felt high, watching Casey's skin quiver. He tightened his arm around Casey's waist, almost crushing him in two as he went on to “T-T-Ten!!” and watched Casey's body relax. Humming, Zeke rubbed the reddest spots of skin hard, easing it back down.
“One more time-with the crop. Count.”
A small choking sob escaped Casey as Zeke grabbed the tool, gave Casey's ass tiny taps then started the smacking again. He went from one side to the other, Casey practically screaming the respective number for each. When they reached “E-E-Eight!” Zeke could feel the boy start to relax, the 'it's almost over' expectation setting in. They reached “Ten!” and Casey sank down completely-just as Zeke delivered another blow, the hardest of the bunch.
“Fuck!”
“COUNT.”
“Ele... el... TWELVE!” Casey screamed erratically as Zeke doled just one more, ignoring the number-confusion. He almost started chortling at his devious-design, and what it'd done to the poor boy.
“Good enough, I guess,” he said. He put the crop to the side and gave a very gentle rub-down to the poor boy's red, beaten ass. While doing that, he smiled at Jamie, whose eyes were set on the motions he made over Casey's body. “Any suggestions?”
“Huh... what?” Jamie snapped his eyes up to Zeke; he looked dumbfounded. “Suggestions?”
“For what comes next. Our 'toy box' is that drawer, the one I got the crop outta.”
Jamie blinked a few times before looking over at the bureau Zeke had motioned to. “Oh,” he murmured. He got up and approached the dresser; he regarded it a moment, carefully, as if the drawers would suddenly grow teeth, open their jaws and take a bite from him. Soon enough, however, he was tugging the 'toy' section open. “Damn...”
“You like?” Zeke asked while moving Casey onto his back. As he pushed the boy's legs open, Jamie chuckled nervously.
“It's extensive. That's for sure.”
“Go on, pick something.”
Jamie started his search gingerly, moving everything around in slow motions and light grabs. “Uh...” he muttered as he produced his first choice. “What... in the fucking world...?”
Zeke's smile was slow and wide as he left Casey on the bed to walk over. “Ah... there's one we haven't used in a while, dunno why; the lil' bitch loses it when we do. It's an electric plug. I get this thing deep into that thing...” he nodded back to Casey, who lie on his side, hands between his knees and watching with interest. “Flick the switch and let him ride it out.”
“So, like-it shocks 'im?” Jamie asked. At Zeke's nod, he flicked his eyes back to Casey. “It doesn't hurt him?”
It was hard for Zeke, stifling his laughter. “Wanna see?”
Jamie looked from the plug to Zeke, then the plug to Casey... it was easy to see the swelling curiosity, even deep-want in his eyes. He tried making a casual shrug as he said, “Sure,” and handed it over.
“One sec... we need some accoutrements,” Zeke said. He went back to the drawer and rooted around inside of it, until he produced two items. He held up the cock-ring and cuffs. “To hold him down-both ends.”
Though Jamie still looked out-of-his-depth, he nodded dumbly and watched Zeke go back to the bed. Zeke frowned a little when the young man went to sit down in the chair again. “Sit on the bed... it's a better view,” Zeke told him.
“I said, though... I dunno if I wanna join-”
“You can sit closer. That's all.” Zeke sat down behind Casey; with a gentle hand, he pulled Casey's chin up to make him face him. “No touching. Let him watch.”
“Yes, Sir,” Casey replied.
Looking more uncertain than ever, Jamie went to the foot of the bed and sat down. He made a point of sitting as far away as he could, while still having a front-seat to the action. Zeke puffed out a few breaths as he worked the kinks out of the wires and turned the machine on. “Looks good to me-it's on 'standby'. Get on your belly, pretty girl.”
Casey swallowed once and complied. First things first; Zeke reached to the underwear still tangled around Casey's knees and pulled them down and off. They were placed on the side-table-costing as much as they did, they warranted 'special treatment', then Zeke pushed the slip up to Casey's shoulders. With deft fingers, Zeke began working the ring around Casey's cock and balls, securing him with precision. Casey squirmed and grunted more, furrowing his brow tight as he allowed Zeke's actions. With Casey bound at the groin, his wrists were to be next. Instead of asking Casey to turn his hands to the rail at the foot of the bed, Zeke did it for him, grunting as he shoved and pulled Casey over the mattress to it. Casey, of course, allowed it. Once he was in the spot Zeke wanted, one cuff was placed over one wrist, the chain and loose cuff looping over the rail then the other hand secured. With the bed at king-size, it left Jamie enough room to remain comfortable while giving him a very stark, clear visual of a trussed-up boy. Zeke let his hand smooth over Casey from his shoulderblades to his ass as he sat back down. A quick glance was made to Jamie before Zeke asked, “You like that?”
“Yes, Sir,” Casey said. Zeke scrunched his nose up in disapproval and gave Casey a stinging slap to his backside.
“I was asking Jamie.”
Casey made an audible swallow and closed his eyes. “I-I'm sorry, Sir.”
Shaking his head, Zeke had to smirk as he looked back to their companion. “Well?” he asked.
“Yea. I like it,” Jamie replied softly.
“Mmhmm. Spread your legs out, boy,” Zeke said. Casey followed the instruction in opening his legs wide against the mattress. Zeke moved to kneel behind him, the pleasure-tool in hand and ready to go. Before inserting it, he reached underneath Casey to tug his cock and balls out into the open. Casey let out a few grunts and buried his face into the blankets as Zeke twisted the purple head with his thumb and forefinger, slowly but with some force. He enjoyed the way Casey's balls tightened, even quivered with the attention his body was getting. Zeke stopped after a full minute; Casey let out a stuttering breath while Zeke grabbed the lube and coated the toy liberally, making sure the large object wouldn't tear his boy up. Satisfied with the job, he brought the tip of the plug to Casey's ass and slid it around in circles directly over his hole.
It had to be anticipation making Casey breathe as he was, all gasps, stutters and swallows, but he let out a thrumming “Nngh...” as Zeke pushed the item in to its hilt. He didn't pussyfoot around; Jamie needed a show. Once he felt Casey's insides clench it in tight and holding it still, Zeke took up the controls; he couldn't help the broad, sly grin as he said, “This button controls the pulse... this switch is the intensity,” he said, pointing to each one. Jamie nodded once as Zeke put it to '1' on both options and hovered his thumb over the 'on' button. “Ready?”
Jamie's lips stayed open while his eyes were set firmly on Casey's ass. Zeke placed one hand on Casey's back and made wide, gentle swoops as he said, “One... two... three.”
Casey stayed still for a few seconds after 'on' was pressed, but the sudden, small jerk he made at the first pulse had Jamie jump a little as well. “Oh god,” Casey said in a hollow voice; his body relaxed, only a little, before the second light jolt came through. His head turned to the side, allowing Zeke to see the involuntary flickering in his eyes and lips at every zing inside. Zeke knew what else reacted without needing to be touched.
“On your side,” Zeke said, holding Casey's hip to help. With a grunt, Casey moved into position and let Zeke pull a leg up; it gave Jamie a full-on view of Casey's groin. At the next pulse, the quiver in Casey's shaft was easily seen. The balls crawled inward then out again, then again, again, until Casey's whole body started glistening with sweat. “Let's go to two,” Zeke said.
Jamie's eyes widened and his nostrils flared as Casey reacted, sharper this time around. The pulses came quicker, the strength of them noticeable in his muscles. When he cried out in the middle of one particularly intense round, Jamie winced and said, “That... it's... gotta hurt.”
Zeke shook his head. “It's just involuntary actions... you'd be surprised how much this boy can take,” he said. He moved his lips to Casey's ear, fighting to stay there with every back-and-forth movement Casey made. “Do you like this, boy?”
Casey nodded fast then stopped to pull himself through the next pulse. He let out a whine through gritted teeth.
“You want more. You love this shit. Beg for 'three',” Zeke said.
“H...H-Higher,” Casey said in a choke. “Please, Sir; m-more.”
Zeke slid his gaze to Jamie then held the controls out to him. “Give him what he wants.”
Jamie's jaw went slack; he looked reluctant as he took the offering. For a few moments, all he did was stare at it. Zeke sighed and nipped Casey's ear while saying, “Beg Jamie for more.”
“Nnugh-ah, J-Jam... Jamie...” Casey turned wet eyes the young man's way. “P-Please give... m-me more.”
Pure bliss coursed through Zeke's body as Jamie finally complied, flicked the switch and sent Casey into a gasping, mewling, bucking mess. Zeke slid his hand down to where the toy was inserted, swirling his fingertip carefully around the quivering muscle taking the brunt of the electricity. When Casey hollered and jolted back hard, Zeke threw his other hand over Casey's forehead and braced him still, enough to not let the boy bounce himself AND the other occupants onto the floor. “You know how to take it. Dirty little bitch, you know,” Zeke told him. “You could come right now, couldn't you?”
“Y-YES, Sir!” Casey yelled. “Oh g-god--”
“Shut it off,” Zeke told Jamie. Jamie shook his head as if trying to come back from whatever reverie he'd entered then pressed the 'off' button. Casey's whole body seemed to melt as he sank into the bed, limp and panting hard. Zeke reached down to where the plug was and tugged it out. A heavy sob escaped Casey as it was removed. “You're not allowed to do that, not yet,” Zeke told him. He took one of Casey's limp wrists and brought the hand over to his rock-hard dick. “Jerk yourself off a little while I get something else to play with.”
“Yes... Sir,” Casey said in a whisper as he gave his cock a smooth, slow tugging. His eyes went into slits and stared ahead at Jamie a few moments before flicking back down to the bed.
“Sooo...” Zeke drawled as he padded over to the bureau and began rooting around in the drawer. “What next, Jamie?”
“Um...” Jamie tore his eyes away from Casey and looked to Zeke. “I... dunno?”
“C'mon, think. It's your night.”
“Um, you... you got... clamps?”
“Mmm. 'Course. Some... where,” Zeke said as he kept digging around. He frowned, his searching useless. “I KNOW we have 'em, Christ...”
“I think they're in one of the small... boxes...”
Zeke whipped his head back to look at the bed, where he found Casey staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes. He glanced to Jamie, who was also looking his way. “Excuse... me, boy?” Zeke said as he turned away from the drawer. “Did I ask you to fucking speak?”
“N-No, Sir,” Casey replied softly. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sir.”
“Not sorry enough.” Zeke fumed as he continued searching; the first box he upturned revealed the clamps, but it didn't matter if his sub was correct, did it? He grabbed them up, went back to the bed and tossed them down next to the boy. He next grabbed his cigarettes and lit one up for himself. The first drag he took was long, sending the tip crackling with fiery heat. Without a word, he went to Casey's wrists to undo the cuffs; he then moved behind Casey, pulled him up to a kneel roughly, pushed the straps and neckline of the slip off and down to meet his middle and took up the clamps.
Casey made another small wail as the first metal piece was set over the first nipple, then yet another as its twin met the same fate. Both nubs went red with the blood underneath begging to be released, but it wasn't enough. Zeke took another long drag then brought the cigarette's tip to Casey's left. It was put a breath away from the clamp. Casey hissed and trembled. “O-Oh fuck, Sir, I'm sorry...”
“When I say you're not allowed to speak unless spoken to... I fuckin' MEAN it,” Zeke said as he moved the embers even closer. “Better stay still.”
Jamie gnawed at his lower lip, his brow tight with worry but he said nothing as Casey clenched his eyes shut and tried working through the hot pain Zeke was giving him. “DO you just start fuckin' talking when no one wants to hear it?” Zeke said directly into Casey's ear.
“No, Sir!”
“Then why'd you do it?”
“It... w-was a mistake, S-Sir, I... promise, I won't, oh-g-g-od...” Casey stammered horribly as Zeke took the cigarette from the clamp, made another long drag to fire it up more then brought it to the other nipple, just as close. Casey gasped and sobbed, almost hard enough to push himself into the embers.
“Say, 'I promise I won't be a disobedient little bitch, Sir, I'll be a good girl.'”
“I p-promise, I won't be a d-disobedient little bitch, Sir, I'll... be a good girl!” Casey belted out.
“No fucking pauses.”
“I PRO-mise I won't be a disobedient little bitch, Sir, I'll be a good girl!”
The boy almost wept when Zeke moved his hand away and put the cigarette in his mouth. He went back to the head of the bed, reached to the chain draped over Casey's chest and sat back against the pillows. “Take my dick out and lick it.”
“Y-Yes, Sir.” Casey rushed to comply, especially when Zeke kept jerking the chain to pull the boy's nipples taut over and over again. His hands shook as he undid Zeke's belt, button and zip, until he freed the hard shaft and took the first long, wide lick.
“Just around the tip, circle it,” Zeke said. It was hard to keep his expression even as Casey put his tongue to the leaking head and lapped around it. To calm himself, Zeke sucked in a hearty helping of smoke then looked to Jamie. “Do you smoke?”
“Huh?”
The poor boy was dumbfounded, it seemed. Zeke snorted in amusement, reached to the pack sitting on the bedside table then waved it Jamie's way. “Smoke?”
“Oh. S-Sure,” Jamie said.
Zeke tossed the pack and his lighter to him then sank back. As Jamie put his smoke together, Zeke smirked. “Like it so far?” he asked.
“Yea,” Jamie replied, smoke streaming from his lips as he did. His body seemed to relax, his eyes set on the half-covered ass presented to him.
“Mmm. He's not really a bad girly-boy.” Zeke put a hand to Casey's hair and stroked it lightly; the boy didn't pause in his work, his tongue looping around expertly-so. The muscles in Zeke's thighs clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed... “He's really good at giving head. I can shove this shit straight to the back of his throat and he doesn't whine about it. I can promise that to you.”
Jamie nodded slowly and dropped his eyes to the cigarette he smoked. “Hah. Well...”
“You ever rimmed someone?” Zeke asked next. When Jamie shook his head, he chuckled. “You know what rimming is, right?”
“Yea.” Jamie's embarrassed smirk surprised Zeke.
“You can do that, if you want,” Zeke said. He reached to the slip Casey wore and pulled it up higher to show off the boy's ass to the young man. “He gags for it.”
“I... yeeea, dunno,” Jamie said, still smiling but looking away.
“Too shy, huh?” Zeke sighed, took one of Casey's hands and took his index finger to his mouth. After giving it a long, wet suck, he said, “Finger yourself.”
Jamie's smile faded as Casey made a light moan, reached behind himself and began rubbing his soaked digit over his hole. The boy panted over Zeke's cock; the licking continued until Zeke gave his face a gentle push away. “Tell Jamie how much you love it.”
“I... fuck, I-love it,” Casey started. After a heavy swallow and another lick, he continued, “I love my hole being licked...”
“Love my tongue buried in it?”
“Yes, w-want it... want...”
“Do you want Jamie to lick your ass?”
“Yes, S-Sir,” Casey said in a whine.
“Yea, you'll take anyone just as long as they promise that. That's what makes you so damned dirty,” Zeke said. “That's what makes you fuckin' hot.”
Casey nodded and continued playing with himself, his motions getting more desperate as he went on. His hips undulated up and down in a slow wave; Jamie's blank expression spoke volumes. Zeke sighed and his eyes went half-mast as he said, “I'd fuckin' pay someone to take you while I watch.”
Jamie finally looked to Zeke; his gaze was solid, questioning. Zeke raised his eyebrows. “'Would. Even just kissing.”
“Don't... I...” Jamie stammered, blinking furiously. “You don't... gotta... do that.”
“I'm ready to pay you for your just SITTING there,” Zeke said with a soft smile. He nudged Casey up and turned him by the shoulder. The boy ceased playing with himself as he looked to Jamie. “Ask him if he needs anything, wants anything.”
Just Casey's wet, gorgeously-blue eyes alone could seal the deal; Jamie was too close to that edge, where he'd get tired of being an onlooker and want in on the game. Zeke knew it, which was why he enjoyed Casey's turning around and taking the small crawl over the bed to the young man. He got close enough to let the chain from the clamps rest over Jamie's thighs; Jamie's lower lip trembled as Casey said, “You can do anything you want to me.”
“I...” Jamie stopped to swallow. It rolled down his throat like a rock. He then chuckled suddenly and fought to look away. “No pressure, right?”
“If you don't want to, oh well,” Zeke said.
“It's not that... I don't WANT to...”
“We could just kiss.”
Zeke couldn't help the wide, deep grin. The words, whisper-sweet, were enough to have Jamie look back at Casey, swallow again and lick his lower lip. It seemed as if every molecule of air exploded like an atomic bomb when he finally caved, moved forward and put his and Casey's mouths together. The room went hot; Zeke's upper lip curled up in seeing Jamie deepen the kiss with his boy. They'd had this before-the two ad-responders, both of them eager to take Casey any-which way for hours on end, but this was so, so different. Jamie was shaking as if terrified, but his hands rose up to rest on Casey's hips and make them even closer. It was sweet... nice.
'He's a virgin,' Zeke thought as he pulled the opened flaps of his jeans up, moved to a sit and put his hands on Casey's ass. His thumbs worked its cheeks apart, digging in close to his anus. It caused a lovely little chain-reaction, straight to Casey's mouth-to Jamie's, both of them growing so hungry Zeke felt like he was starving. Zeke then felt one of Jamie's hands move to his; smiling, Zeke nudged it in close to the center.
Jamie went stiff and moved away, panting heavily. He looked trapped, unsure. Before Zeke could say anything, Casey's brow creased and he murmured, “Please finger me.”
That would normally bring on some punishment-whispered begging wasn't allowed, but this was still different. Jamie stared as Zeke pulled Casey down by the shoulder until he was back on the bed. He shoved Casey's legs open, looked to Jamie and motioned him over with a quick nod of his head. That was all it took for Jamie to sniff and leave his spot to join them. Zeke said nothing as he himself began digging a finger into Casey, his mouth latching onto Casey's neck.
Follow my lead was the message, and Jamie read it right. The young man lowered to his side, an elbow propping him up as he extended a finger and brought it down to join Zeke's. Casey sobbed heavily as both boys climbed in with probing fingers at his ass. Jamie didn't move to kiss him again, not yet, but the intense expression he wore said it'd be soon. It seemed Casey wanted to rush the process, however.
“Hey...” Zeke snapped when he saw Casey reach a hand up to Jamie's neck. Before the boy could take a hold of him, Zeke slapped it away, growled and sat up fast. The cuffs were still resting at the foot of the bed on the rail; they'd do. Without another word, Zeke grabbed them, returned and tugged Casey's wrists to the posts at the head of the bed.
Casey's small gasps of pseudo-panic were lovely; even better was when the job was finished and he was left helpless to whatever Zeke and their new friend wanted. Zeke didn't wait around, of course. Though Jamie paused, Zeke dove back in with two fingers this time, his mouth once again sucking upon Casey's throat. Jamie clenched his teeth then returned-one finger, however reluctant, his mouth lowering to the still-clamped nipple to toy with his tongue.
“Oh-oh-god, f-fuck...” Casey wailed. His whole body jerked as the boys worked him below, the force between them both growing more and more with every flick of their wrists. When Zeke felt Jamie extend another finger, making the total at four, he growled, exited and grabbed Casey's cock in a rough hold.
“You like this?” he asked into the shell of Casey's ear.
“Yes! Y-Yes, Sir...!” Casey had tears in his eyes, mouth in a wide-open O. He stared down at their actions, knees quaking.
“Like being used... f-fuck.” Even Zeke's voice cracked with what was happening. He snarled and bit Casey's ear before asking, “Want us to fuck you? Huh?”
Whatever Casey was trying to say was one big stammer of syllables, but he was nodding frantically. There was no time to ask questions; Zeke reached to the bedside table again and all but threw the drawer open to reach inside for the box of condoms he's picked up, just for this. The box was torn at the folds and a foil packet brought out. Zeke shoved it at Jamie, who stared at it with question.
“It's a condom. USE it,” Zeke commanded. He was thrilled to pieces when Jamie snapped out of his reverie and took it. With shaking fingers, he sat up, undid his jeans button and zip and tugged the waist down. Zeke smiled at what he saw. “Fuck, that's nice,” he said of the long, perfectly-formed cock being shown-off.
“Th-Thanks,” Jamie muttered as he worked the rubber onto himself.
Zeke sniffed and grabbed a handful of Casey's hair with one hand, the other still working Casey's swollen dick. “Beg him to let you suck it,” he said. “Get him ready.”
Casey's lower lip shook as he turned glossy eyes to Jamie. “Please... p-put it in my mouth...” He swallowed and with a breathy voice continued, “Put your cock in my mouth, th-throat-fuck me.”
Jamie himself looked ready to cry as he shuffled himself to the head of the bed, his hand holding the base of his dick to present it to Casey. “Oh f-fuck,” Jamie stuttered as Casey stretched his tongue out to it and gave the rubber-covered head a solid lick. That was all it took for Jamie to cave and sink himself past Casey's wide-open lips. He went still--too still, as if afraid to make any wrong moves. Zeke clenched his fingers into Casey's hair tighter and pushed him up to swallow Jamie deep. A shuddering, chest-quaking breath escaped Jamie as Casey moaned around his swollen dick; his hands gripped the rail, right by Casey's bound wrists. “Fuuuck,” he said again.
“Suck him nice,” Zeke told Casey, who was let go to do the work on his own. Jamie, however, was eager to help. After a few tentative moments, Jamie moved his hips down until his cock was fully-sheathed. He punched out a breath then slid his hand to the side of Casey's head. Zeke expected the young man to grab Casey's hair and use him as a masturbatory tool, but Jamie simply laced his fingers into Casey's hair and made light pulls. It was almost affectionate, sweet. Pleased with the scene so far, Zeke reached for the lube to get Casey ready, but stopped, hand hovering over the tube. He glanced back to Casey, cocked an eyebrow then moved himself to the foot of the bed. Casey let out a grunt as Zeke twisted his body onto its side; the moment Zeke put his tongue to the hot, loosened hole, Casey bucked and mewled loudly around Jamie, no doubt sending Jamie into bliss-land. Zeke made an open-mouthed grin as he spread Casey's ass to dive in deeper. He'd let Casey speak freely after this, as the dirty little thing came up with plenty of dirty little things to say... or scream, yelp, moan...
As it was, Casey was moaning in time with Zeke's tongue's actions. Every soaked-stab elicited a small jolt and hum, which sent a chain-reaction to Jamie who'd started breathing in hot sniffs. The thought that Zeke was going to watch his boy get a good, solid fucking made him give Casey one last hard suck to his hole before moving away. Seeing Jamie's lost-lust expression, Zeke knelt up and grabbed Jamie's shoulder. “Stop,” he said.
Jamie shuddered, released Casey's hair and sat back. Casey panted heavily once his mouth was freed, his eyes in slits and cheeks flushed. Sighing, Zeke shuffled back to lie next to Casey, eyes on their companion. “You gonna fuck him, or what?”
“I...” Jamie bit his lip hard, staring down at Casey.
“Speak freely, boy,” Zeke said.
Before Jamie could make the hasty decision that he 'just couldn't', Casey focused his eyes on the conflicted young man and lifted his knees to his chest. “Please?” he murmured. He shimmied his hips in slow circles, showing his want. “Fuck me, I want it... please, Jamie.”
“I just...” Jamie muttered while staring at Casey's wanton movements.
“You said I was pretty.”
This manipulation was brilliant. “You are,” Jamie said. Casey's teeth chattered lightly as he snarled.
“Then fuck me.” Casey didn't wait for any more responses; he simply lifted a leg, put it over Jamie's thigh and pulled him in to put their groins together. Jamie's body tensed then sank down over Casey's as the boy pushed his hips up and down. “P-Please, Jamie,” Casey begged, but hadn't needed to. Jamie was already positioning himself, however awkwardly, until his cock started edging its way inside. “PLEASE, Jamie, fuck me, f-fuck...”
Zeke stared at the sight of Casey's groin rise up, thighs bracing around Jamie's firm stomach and strong hips. For a few moments, Jamie displayed his virginity in awkward bumps and confused looks-until finally, he took hold of Casey's knees and draped them over his shoulders. The new position allowed him to wholly sink in and join them cock-to-ass with perfection.
This was a whole new level of nirvana, a sexual Disneyland, especially when Jamie grabbed one of Casey's shoulders and began pounding into the boy with abandon. Casey was no longer a person with thoughts and feelings; he was simply here to get fucked by someone who didn't even know his last name. Growling under his breath, Zeke couldn't help himself from reaching down and grabbing his cock. Fuck his being in-charge, he wanted to get-off. “L-Look at you,” he said into Casey's ear as his fist tightened over his dick. “Cock-slut. Nothing but a cock-slut. Say it.”
“I-I'm a cock... slut...” Casey replied mindlessly.
Zeke's nostrils flared as he began sucking Casey's ear, grazing his teeth over soft cartilage. It grew warmer when Jamie dropped down to kiss Casey's mouth with ferocity, still thrusting and pulling Casey's body. The boy was a hot-mess of squeals and jerks; the stimulation he was getting was probably bordering on way-too-fucking-much but he didn't stop or protest. The growing tension in Jamie's muscles, his expression going stony was a sure-sign that he was reaching the pleasure-precipice. The groan he belted out was followed by frenetic pounding, until he was nearly screaming out his orgasm. “F-FUCK!” Jamie yelled before coming to a sudden, shuddering stop. He collapsed over Casey's chest, his mouth panting onto the chain lying there. “Fuck...”
After a full minute of 'down-time', Zeke cleared his throat, keyed open the cuffs on Casey's wrists and gave Casey's cheek a soft, reverent kiss. “Clean him up.”
~*~
“You okay?”
Jamie hummed around the cigarette in his lips and made a small nod. “Yea. Just... reflective.”
Zeke smirked and lit another cigarette off of the dying one. He sat at the foot of the bed and stared at Jamie, who was propped-up halfway at the pillows. “No regrets, right?”
“No. No,” Jamie said. “Definitely not.”
“Good.”
“Mmm,” Jamie hummed again then stared at the cigarette he held. “Just... no one can know about this, like I said--”
“Yea, like I heard. Our secret, 'promise,” Zeke interrupted. He looked to the half-open door and sighed. “He told me you can move in, if you want.”
Jamie chuckled, which was nice to hear. This brand of post-coital could've ended on a weird, depressing note, but it hadn't. “From everything I've seen, read... you're doing it right,” Jamie said. “I would've totally taken off if things got weird.”
“We try,” Zeke replied.
“Yea...” Jamie moved up a little, his staring into space showing off deep thought. “When he comes back, can I talk to him... alone?”
Zeke blinked furiously. “I guess. Why?”
“Just... wanna talk to him.”
Whatever Jamie needed, he'd get. Zeke didn't ask any more questions, choosing to nod and smile. “'K.”
It was then that Casey returned, freshly-washed, rubbing a towel into his hair. The marks he wore were clearly visible in the lowly-lit room, along with his smile. And god damn, if he didn't look positively gorgeous in his boy-shorts and nothing else. “Hey... 'didn't run off into the night. Good,” he said to Jamie, who smiled.
“N'aw.”
Casey reached to the pack of cigarettes sitting on the bed, lit one for himself and sat down. “'Hope no one minds if I crash after this,” he said, jabbing the smoke in the air.
“Fine by me.” Zeke groaned to a stand, stretched then let his arms drop down. “I'm going downstairs for a beer. I'll meet you down there, Jame.”
“'K.”
Zeke smiled, gave Casey a small, chaste kiss then left the room. A whole beer and pile of chips later, Jamie had come down to thank Zeke and leave. “If I see you out, I won't treat you like I don't KNOW you, 'k? Just... friends,” Jamie had said before they waved their goodbyes. Zeke watched him get into his car and drive off into the night. Another beer, some late-night infomercial about some blender people couldn't exist without then upstairs again, where he found a dead-asleep Casey in bed. He didn't flinch or stir in the slightest when Zeke crawled in next to him and cuddled close.
Whatever had been said in this room was Casey's, and Casey's alone. Zeke would never ask.
~*END*~
PS: Just so you know... I did HEAVY RESEARCH on just what I wanted Casey's 'special outfit' to look like.
There ya go. :D
No one thought this shit could be stuffed into one lj-post, did they? Der hey.
Title: Watch (2/2)
Pairing: C/Z, C/Z/OMC
Rating: NC-17 (like PG would suffice, bah)
Warning(s): 'Moit's Birthday' should be warning enough, but... D/s, heavy kink, slight humiliation, voyeurism, toys, threesome, cross-dressing; all consensual.
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Following my 'Your Most Dangerous Curve' storyline, Zeke and Casey take to the public.
Part 1
Zeke almost jumped and clapped like a child when the doorbell rang. 'No way you could've resisted, huh?' he thought as he fought to make his expression cool and calm on his way to the door. After a hard intake of breath, he turned the knob and pulled the door open. “Hey,” he greeted Jamie, who nodded back.
“Hi,” he said.
“C'mon in.” Zeke held the door open wide, letting their guest enter. Jamie stayed quiet as he shuffled in. Shutting the door, Zeke grinned. “'Glad you came. Beer?”
For a moment, Jamie looked confused. “Oh... yea, sure,” he replied.
“In here,” Zeke said, leading the young man into the kitchen. Two bottles were taken from the fridge, one handed to Jamie. He peered at the label with interest.
“'Black Tuesday'? Never tried this one,” he said.
“Poor guy. Guinness pales in comparison.” Zeke said. Jamie sniffed out a chuckle as Zeke popped the caps off then raised his own bottle. “To tonight.”
“Whatever comes of it.” Jamie clinked his drink to Zeke's then took a hefty slug. His eyebrows rose as he pulled the bottle away from his lips. “S'fuckin' good, man.”
“Damn right,” Zeke said.
“Mmm...” Jamie hummed and took another sip, longer than the last. When finished, he looked around and asked, “So, where's... Casey?”
“Upstairs. We'll head up there in a few.”
“'K.”
Zeke took another sip before asking, “How old are you, anyway? May as well play 'get to know you' before we kick this thing off.”
“Hah, right... twenty-two,” Jamie answered.
“Yea? I'm twenty-one. Did you go to Herrington High?”
“N'aw, I moved here from Kansas a year ago. Couldn't find work there; a buddy of my dad's offered a job with 'Pat's Construction' up here, so I took it. You gotta snag what you can nowadays.”
“Kansas, huh? A real country boy,” Zeke said. Jamie chortled lightly.
“Dad DOES raise cattle, so I guess so,” he said.
Christ, Zeke liked this guy. He was young, attractive, owning the kind of tan a real hard worker earned on the job. It was here that Zeke noticed that he'd changed; it was the same type of t-shirt, only cleaner than the one he'd worn at the restaurant, while the jeans looked newer and crisp, as if he'd picked them up on the way here. 'He wanted to look nice,' he thought, but didn't say anything about it. “I know I was a brash motherfucker, approaching you like I did. I'd apologize, but you're here, so...” Zeke shrugged and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching a small blush creep into Jamie's cheeks. “Promise, you'll never be able to forget tonight.”
“Yea, I spos'... just, like I said, I ain't... that way,” Jamie said, stammering a bit between words. “Just more-curious than most guys, I guess.”
“And open. A hella-lot more open than most guys.”
“'Guess so.” Jamie looked away and took another sip before muttering, “He's pretty.”
“Casey?” Zeke asked.
“Yea. Kinda hard to stay straight around guys like that-well, I mean, it's... not like I think, 'man, I could tap that ass' when I see a pretty face on a guy, but...” Jamie stopped to scoff and roll his eyes. “Sorry, I'm fuckin' rambling.”
“It's okay. I kinda get it.” Zeke took the last gulp of his beer and put the bottle in the sink. A glass of water was filled for him to sip at, needing to make sure his head stayed clear. “S'not like I was ever into guys. Casey... he mixes shit up.”
“How-how'd you start shit up together?”
“Hah... his fault. He just kinda spilled his guts about some old perv in a gas station bathroom jerking off in front of him-how he liked it,” Zeke said. “He said later that he needed someone to talk to... admitted that he wanted to see if I'd get turned-on. The pieces just kinda fell into place after that.”
“Weird,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean...”
“What do you want tonight?” Zeke asked abruptly; he didn't want to continue an awkward, stammered conversation. In a matter of three or four minutes, they'd be heading upstairs. He needed as much detail as he could get. After a tiny moment of silence, Jamie sighed and dared to look directly at Zeke.
“I think I just wanna watch. I dunno if I could actually join in, y'know? I'm not THAT curious.”
“If you change your mind, you can. As long as I trust a guy, he can fuck my boy all he wants,” Zeke stated bluntly. As Jamie's face reddened further, Zeke grinned. “Don't let that boy fool you. He stays quiet cos' he's supposed to; given the chance, he'd start begging you to screw him the second we walk through the bedroom door.”
Jamie's chest rose and fell a little quicker now. He rubbed the back of his neck, took the last swig of his drink in a hard, quick jolt then set the bottle down on the counter. “K,” he said.
“Cool,” Zeke said then looked to his watch. “Time's up. Let's head up.”
Though the young man looked apprehensive, Zeke knew it was from anticipation and the thrill of it all. He followed Zeke to the stairs then climbed up without pause. Zeke needed to take a deep, cleansing breath himself as he reached the bedroom door. He turned to give Jamie a narrow-eyed look and grin then opened the door.
If Jamie was confused with Casey's natural prettiness before, he was probably made brain-dead now with what sat on the bed. Even Zeke, used to seeing Casey like this, felt a small shock. The large blue eyes were lined with smoky gray, pink and purple, his lips a glistening lavender-all matching the best purchase Zeke had ever made in his lifetime. Every mark and curve was cradled in almost-invisible fabric, cloaking Casey's body in a hazy light purple glow. The hem and collar made of lace completed the look perfectly. “Good job, pretty boy,” Zeke broke through his own mute shock to say, a smile crossing his lips.
“Thank you, Sir,” Casey softly replied.
“You know Jamie. Say 'Hello, Jamie.'”
Casey turned his beautiful-blues Jamie's way and made the tiniest hint of a smile. “Hello, Jamie.”
“Hi,” Jamie said in a croak.
Zeke went over to Casey and took his chin. Casey lifted his face for Zeke to inspect thoroughly; after a few turns, Zeke hummed. “You're getting better and better at this, boy,” he said. He then turned back to Jamie. “You already said he's pretty. You haven't changed your mind, right?”
Jamie's jaw shook open; Zeke noticed how the crisp, clean jeans had tightened between his legs now. “No, he's... real pretty.”
“Mmhmm,” Zeke hummed. He then nodded to Casey and said, “Kneel up and lift the slip.”
Casey complied, soon showing off what was underneath the whisper-thin fabric. Jamie stared at the lacy underwear, the undeniable sign that this was a boy given in the thin but long ridge pushing against the lace. A breath stuttered from his lips, hard, making it clear that sexual-stimulation was setting in. Zeke sighed and put his hand over the bulge, all while looking back at Jamie. “If you DO join in, be careful; one tear in this outfit and you owe me a few of your paychecks,” he told him with a wink.
“Yea,” Jamie mindlessly replied. He barely looked behind him to the chair before sitting upon it in an awkward heap.
“Anytime you wanna, just say the word,” Zeke told the numb-looking young man as he removed his hand from Casey and stood off to the side. “Show Jamie your tits, boy.”
The slip was brought up higher until Casey's chest was revealed. It moved up and down evenly, but had a slight tremble with every drop. Zeke now sat on the edge of the bed and slid a hand over the expanse of Casey's front before circling his palm over each side of his chest in a figure-eight. He pressed his fingertips into the pert nipples at each pass, of course. Casey's head went back a little, a hard swallow clearly going down his throat. “Jamie likes girls... and right now, you are a fucking girl in this get-up,” Zeke told him. “So he must like you. You're fucking evil when you're this goddamned pretty.”
Jamie shifted in his seat when Zeke reached down lower and took Casey's whole groin, cock and balls, in his hand. It stayed still to squeeze it all in a tight grip; Casey's knees jerked and he made a light gasp from the contact. When Zeke turned his wrist to twist the flesh tight to the side, Casey outright yelped and went bowstring-tight all over. Jamie's brow furrowed a little; Zeke glanced to him with narrowed eyes. “I can do whatever I want until the safe-word pops up. Tell him what your safe-word is, boy.”
Casey swallowed again then said, “M-My safe-word is 'penny', Sir.”
“Do I always stop when I hear it?”
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
“Every time?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Mmhmm. That's cos' I wanna be good to my boy, make sure he's okay,” Zeke said at the same time he started tonguing the boy's ear in a wet, wide molestation. He unhinged his fingers and let Casey's privates go, but before the boy could take an even, calm breath, Zeke moved onto his nipple and gave it a hard, tight and wide pinch. Casey jolted harder while making sure he didn't jump away from Zeke's mouth or grabbing hand. “I don't wanna break my toys... just play with 'em.”
Casey cooed, twisted and made hard pants as Zeke slid behind him, reached to the other side and twisted it as hard as its twin. His own hands clenched around the hem of his slip, his knuckles going bone-white. Zeke took a quick glance over the shoulder he was sucking on to Jamie; he too had a death-grip on his knee with one hand, the other rubbing his neck in slow, jerky movements. Zeke unlatched his lips from Casey's skin and moved them to his ear. “You're fucking rude. Y'know that?” He moved away and gave Casey a small shove to his back. “Get on your knees, crawl over to our new friend and say, 'thank you for coming,'” Zeke instructed roughly.
“Yes, S-Sir.” Casey moved away, slid off the bed to the floor and took the small distance to Jamie in a slow crawl. Once inches away from the young man's feet, Casey knelt and looked up at him to say, “Thank you for coming, Jamie.”
“You're... you're welcome,” Jamie replied softly.
Zeke lit a cigarette and went over to the dresser. “I'll be a sec-at ease 'til I'm done, have a little chat,” he said.
Casey licked his lower lip and cocked his head to the side. “You... think I'm pretty?” he asked.
“Yea,” Jamie said. “Yea, you're-really-pretty.”
“Like a girl?”
Zeke had to bite his smile. He liked setting that boy loose like this; Jamie was in great danger of giving himself a hand-job, the best risk ever. “Y-Yea. Kinda... dangerously,” Jamie eventually replied.
“A bra came with this, but Sir doesn't like bras on me. He says they make me look silly,” Casey said. He lifted the slip again to show off his lower half. “But I like the panties. Do you like them?”
The huff Jamie made seemed to heat the entire room. “Yes,” he said in a spit.
“Here we go,” Zeke said upon finding the riding crop he'd been looking for. He turned back to the pair and walked over. “Stand up, boy.”
Freedom of speech ceased, Casey got on his feet and let the slip drop back down. Zeke gave his shoulder a light shove to the bed. “Turn your back to Jamie, kneel and bend over, face to the bed,” Zeke ordered.
A real show started now, with Casey heeding orders. He made a delightful presentation of his backside in his lifting it up in the air, his shoulders pressed into the comforter underneath him. The slip hitched halfway up his ass; Zeke uncovered the rest of it with a smooth, gentle hand. “Know what we're gonna do?” he asked as he sat down next to the boy's prone form.
“What, Sir?”
“I'm going to pull your panties down to show Jamie your pretty little ass... then you're gonna open your legs up, let your cock and balls hang down...” Zeke snarled as he made the first step, tugging the lacy waist of the underwear down to reveal the pale skin of Casey's behind. “...And I'm gonna make you feel like a girl. Know how?”
“H-How, Sir?” Casey said as Zeke nudged his thighs to open. Casey took a bit gulp of air as he widened them, stretching the panties as he did.
“We're gonna see if we can make your balls crawl up and hide.” Zeke moved to face Jamie's side of the room, an arm wrapping around Casey's waist to hold onto him tight. The crop was brought to the rounded flesh; he swooped it in wide circles, around and around, until he began rubbing it against the boy's hole and sac. With Casey cooing and squirming at the touch, Zeke finally stopped the leather to rest on his balls. “Ten little sack-taps; count them, out loud.”
Casey stiffened a moment, bracing for it... “Yes, Sir.”
A quick glance and smile was shot to Jamie before Zeke brought the crop up a few inches then let it down in a small but painful snap onto Casey's balls. Just that alone made Casey yelp again, made his legs almost snap out straight. His knees locked at the last moment however as he stuttered out, “O-One!”
Jamie's eyes refused to blink it seemed as this continued, each smack harder than the last. Zeke kept his presence of mind, not hitting too hard or in the wrong spot. Casey didn't need broken blood vessels or erectile dysfunction, of course. It was enough to have the boy squirming, yowling and mewling as he was with what he was getting. Finally, they reached, “T-T-Ten!” and Zeke stopped. He put the crop to the side and gave the abused flesh a whole-handed massage.
“Good girl,” he said. “That's what you are now. A sweet, pretty girl. Right?”
“Yes, S-Sir...”
“Say it.”
A swallow, then... “I'm a sweet, pretty girl, Sir.”
“Mmhmm. You got this sweet, pretty pussy to prove it.” Zeke extended his pointer finger to Casey's anus and swirled small circles around it. He gave tiny presses inside, just to the tip of his fingernail; he looked up to Jamie and cocked an eyebrow. “She's shameless, ain't she?”
The young man was wordless, offering a lone nod as his only reply. Zeke shook his head and smirked toward Casey's head. “Shameless lil' slut-that's you. Inviting strangers here, wanting them to fuck you, unbelievable,” he said. “If Jamie DID wanna fuck you, would you let him?”
“Y-Yes, Sir,” Casey muttered.
“Louder.”
“YES, Sir.”
“Count,” was Zeke's only warning when he stopped the light fingering, gave Casey's ass a squeeze then slapped it, hard.
“Nngh, one!” Hard rub, another smack, “Two!”, another, “T-Three!”... Zeke felt high, watching Casey's skin quiver. He tightened his arm around Casey's waist, almost crushing him in two as he went on to “T-T-Ten!!” and watched Casey's body relax. Humming, Zeke rubbed the reddest spots of skin hard, easing it back down.
“One more time-with the crop. Count.”
A small choking sob escaped Casey as Zeke grabbed the tool, gave Casey's ass tiny taps then started the smacking again. He went from one side to the other, Casey practically screaming the respective number for each. When they reached “E-E-Eight!” Zeke could feel the boy start to relax, the 'it's almost over' expectation setting in. They reached “Ten!” and Casey sank down completely-just as Zeke delivered another blow, the hardest of the bunch.
“Fuck!”
“COUNT.”
“Ele... el... TWELVE!” Casey screamed erratically as Zeke doled just one more, ignoring the number-confusion. He almost started chortling at his devious-design, and what it'd done to the poor boy.
“Good enough, I guess,” he said. He put the crop to the side and gave a very gentle rub-down to the poor boy's red, beaten ass. While doing that, he smiled at Jamie, whose eyes were set on the motions he made over Casey's body. “Any suggestions?”
“Huh... what?” Jamie snapped his eyes up to Zeke; he looked dumbfounded. “Suggestions?”
“For what comes next. Our 'toy box' is that drawer, the one I got the crop outta.”
Jamie blinked a few times before looking over at the bureau Zeke had motioned to. “Oh,” he murmured. He got up and approached the dresser; he regarded it a moment, carefully, as if the drawers would suddenly grow teeth, open their jaws and take a bite from him. Soon enough, however, he was tugging the 'toy' section open. “Damn...”
“You like?” Zeke asked while moving Casey onto his back. As he pushed the boy's legs open, Jamie chuckled nervously.
“It's extensive. That's for sure.”
“Go on, pick something.”
Jamie started his search gingerly, moving everything around in slow motions and light grabs. “Uh...” he muttered as he produced his first choice. “What... in the fucking world...?”
Zeke's smile was slow and wide as he left Casey on the bed to walk over. “Ah... there's one we haven't used in a while, dunno why; the lil' bitch loses it when we do. It's an electric plug. I get this thing deep into that thing...” he nodded back to Casey, who lie on his side, hands between his knees and watching with interest. “Flick the switch and let him ride it out.”
“So, like-it shocks 'im?” Jamie asked. At Zeke's nod, he flicked his eyes back to Casey. “It doesn't hurt him?”
It was hard for Zeke, stifling his laughter. “Wanna see?”
Jamie looked from the plug to Zeke, then the plug to Casey... it was easy to see the swelling curiosity, even deep-want in his eyes. He tried making a casual shrug as he said, “Sure,” and handed it over.
“One sec... we need some accoutrements,” Zeke said. He went back to the drawer and rooted around inside of it, until he produced two items. He held up the cock-ring and cuffs. “To hold him down-both ends.”
Though Jamie still looked out-of-his-depth, he nodded dumbly and watched Zeke go back to the bed. Zeke frowned a little when the young man went to sit down in the chair again. “Sit on the bed... it's a better view,” Zeke told him.
“I said, though... I dunno if I wanna join-”
“You can sit closer. That's all.” Zeke sat down behind Casey; with a gentle hand, he pulled Casey's chin up to make him face him. “No touching. Let him watch.”
“Yes, Sir,” Casey replied.
Looking more uncertain than ever, Jamie went to the foot of the bed and sat down. He made a point of sitting as far away as he could, while still having a front-seat to the action. Zeke puffed out a few breaths as he worked the kinks out of the wires and turned the machine on. “Looks good to me-it's on 'standby'. Get on your belly, pretty girl.”
Casey swallowed once and complied. First things first; Zeke reached to the underwear still tangled around Casey's knees and pulled them down and off. They were placed on the side-table-costing as much as they did, they warranted 'special treatment', then Zeke pushed the slip up to Casey's shoulders. With deft fingers, Zeke began working the ring around Casey's cock and balls, securing him with precision. Casey squirmed and grunted more, furrowing his brow tight as he allowed Zeke's actions. With Casey bound at the groin, his wrists were to be next. Instead of asking Casey to turn his hands to the rail at the foot of the bed, Zeke did it for him, grunting as he shoved and pulled Casey over the mattress to it. Casey, of course, allowed it. Once he was in the spot Zeke wanted, one cuff was placed over one wrist, the chain and loose cuff looping over the rail then the other hand secured. With the bed at king-size, it left Jamie enough room to remain comfortable while giving him a very stark, clear visual of a trussed-up boy. Zeke let his hand smooth over Casey from his shoulderblades to his ass as he sat back down. A quick glance was made to Jamie before Zeke asked, “You like that?”
“Yes, Sir,” Casey said. Zeke scrunched his nose up in disapproval and gave Casey a stinging slap to his backside.
“I was asking Jamie.”
Casey made an audible swallow and closed his eyes. “I-I'm sorry, Sir.”
Shaking his head, Zeke had to smirk as he looked back to their companion. “Well?” he asked.
“Yea. I like it,” Jamie replied softly.
“Mmhmm. Spread your legs out, boy,” Zeke said. Casey followed the instruction in opening his legs wide against the mattress. Zeke moved to kneel behind him, the pleasure-tool in hand and ready to go. Before inserting it, he reached underneath Casey to tug his cock and balls out into the open. Casey let out a few grunts and buried his face into the blankets as Zeke twisted the purple head with his thumb and forefinger, slowly but with some force. He enjoyed the way Casey's balls tightened, even quivered with the attention his body was getting. Zeke stopped after a full minute; Casey let out a stuttering breath while Zeke grabbed the lube and coated the toy liberally, making sure the large object wouldn't tear his boy up. Satisfied with the job, he brought the tip of the plug to Casey's ass and slid it around in circles directly over his hole.
It had to be anticipation making Casey breathe as he was, all gasps, stutters and swallows, but he let out a thrumming “Nngh...” as Zeke pushed the item in to its hilt. He didn't pussyfoot around; Jamie needed a show. Once he felt Casey's insides clench it in tight and holding it still, Zeke took up the controls; he couldn't help the broad, sly grin as he said, “This button controls the pulse... this switch is the intensity,” he said, pointing to each one. Jamie nodded once as Zeke put it to '1' on both options and hovered his thumb over the 'on' button. “Ready?”
Jamie's lips stayed open while his eyes were set firmly on Casey's ass. Zeke placed one hand on Casey's back and made wide, gentle swoops as he said, “One... two... three.”
Casey stayed still for a few seconds after 'on' was pressed, but the sudden, small jerk he made at the first pulse had Jamie jump a little as well. “Oh god,” Casey said in a hollow voice; his body relaxed, only a little, before the second light jolt came through. His head turned to the side, allowing Zeke to see the involuntary flickering in his eyes and lips at every zing inside. Zeke knew what else reacted without needing to be touched.
“On your side,” Zeke said, holding Casey's hip to help. With a grunt, Casey moved into position and let Zeke pull a leg up; it gave Jamie a full-on view of Casey's groin. At the next pulse, the quiver in Casey's shaft was easily seen. The balls crawled inward then out again, then again, again, until Casey's whole body started glistening with sweat. “Let's go to two,” Zeke said.
Jamie's eyes widened and his nostrils flared as Casey reacted, sharper this time around. The pulses came quicker, the strength of them noticeable in his muscles. When he cried out in the middle of one particularly intense round, Jamie winced and said, “That... it's... gotta hurt.”
Zeke shook his head. “It's just involuntary actions... you'd be surprised how much this boy can take,” he said. He moved his lips to Casey's ear, fighting to stay there with every back-and-forth movement Casey made. “Do you like this, boy?”
Casey nodded fast then stopped to pull himself through the next pulse. He let out a whine through gritted teeth.
“You want more. You love this shit. Beg for 'three',” Zeke said.
“H...H-Higher,” Casey said in a choke. “Please, Sir; m-more.”
Zeke slid his gaze to Jamie then held the controls out to him. “Give him what he wants.”
Jamie's jaw went slack; he looked reluctant as he took the offering. For a few moments, all he did was stare at it. Zeke sighed and nipped Casey's ear while saying, “Beg Jamie for more.”
“Nnugh-ah, J-Jam... Jamie...” Casey turned wet eyes the young man's way. “P-Please give... m-me more.”
Pure bliss coursed through Zeke's body as Jamie finally complied, flicked the switch and sent Casey into a gasping, mewling, bucking mess. Zeke slid his hand down to where the toy was inserted, swirling his fingertip carefully around the quivering muscle taking the brunt of the electricity. When Casey hollered and jolted back hard, Zeke threw his other hand over Casey's forehead and braced him still, enough to not let the boy bounce himself AND the other occupants onto the floor. “You know how to take it. Dirty little bitch, you know,” Zeke told him. “You could come right now, couldn't you?”
“Y-YES, Sir!” Casey yelled. “Oh g-god--”
“Shut it off,” Zeke told Jamie. Jamie shook his head as if trying to come back from whatever reverie he'd entered then pressed the 'off' button. Casey's whole body seemed to melt as he sank into the bed, limp and panting hard. Zeke reached down to where the plug was and tugged it out. A heavy sob escaped Casey as it was removed. “You're not allowed to do that, not yet,” Zeke told him. He took one of Casey's limp wrists and brought the hand over to his rock-hard dick. “Jerk yourself off a little while I get something else to play with.”
“Yes... Sir,” Casey said in a whisper as he gave his cock a smooth, slow tugging. His eyes went into slits and stared ahead at Jamie a few moments before flicking back down to the bed.
“Sooo...” Zeke drawled as he padded over to the bureau and began rooting around in the drawer. “What next, Jamie?”
“Um...” Jamie tore his eyes away from Casey and looked to Zeke. “I... dunno?”
“C'mon, think. It's your night.”
“Um, you... you got... clamps?”
“Mmm. 'Course. Some... where,” Zeke said as he kept digging around. He frowned, his searching useless. “I KNOW we have 'em, Christ...”
“I think they're in one of the small... boxes...”
Zeke whipped his head back to look at the bed, where he found Casey staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes. He glanced to Jamie, who was also looking his way. “Excuse... me, boy?” Zeke said as he turned away from the drawer. “Did I ask you to fucking speak?”
“N-No, Sir,” Casey replied softly. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sir.”
“Not sorry enough.” Zeke fumed as he continued searching; the first box he upturned revealed the clamps, but it didn't matter if his sub was correct, did it? He grabbed them up, went back to the bed and tossed them down next to the boy. He next grabbed his cigarettes and lit one up for himself. The first drag he took was long, sending the tip crackling with fiery heat. Without a word, he went to Casey's wrists to undo the cuffs; he then moved behind Casey, pulled him up to a kneel roughly, pushed the straps and neckline of the slip off and down to meet his middle and took up the clamps.
Casey made another small wail as the first metal piece was set over the first nipple, then yet another as its twin met the same fate. Both nubs went red with the blood underneath begging to be released, but it wasn't enough. Zeke took another long drag then brought the cigarette's tip to Casey's left. It was put a breath away from the clamp. Casey hissed and trembled. “O-Oh fuck, Sir, I'm sorry...”
“When I say you're not allowed to speak unless spoken to... I fuckin' MEAN it,” Zeke said as he moved the embers even closer. “Better stay still.”
Jamie gnawed at his lower lip, his brow tight with worry but he said nothing as Casey clenched his eyes shut and tried working through the hot pain Zeke was giving him. “DO you just start fuckin' talking when no one wants to hear it?” Zeke said directly into Casey's ear.
“No, Sir!”
“Then why'd you do it?”
“It... w-was a mistake, S-Sir, I... promise, I won't, oh-g-g-od...” Casey stammered horribly as Zeke took the cigarette from the clamp, made another long drag to fire it up more then brought it to the other nipple, just as close. Casey gasped and sobbed, almost hard enough to push himself into the embers.
“Say, 'I promise I won't be a disobedient little bitch, Sir, I'll be a good girl.'”
“I p-promise, I won't be a d-disobedient little bitch, Sir, I'll... be a good girl!” Casey belted out.
“No fucking pauses.”
“I PRO-mise I won't be a disobedient little bitch, Sir, I'll be a good girl!”
The boy almost wept when Zeke moved his hand away and put the cigarette in his mouth. He went back to the head of the bed, reached to the chain draped over Casey's chest and sat back against the pillows. “Take my dick out and lick it.”
“Y-Yes, Sir.” Casey rushed to comply, especially when Zeke kept jerking the chain to pull the boy's nipples taut over and over again. His hands shook as he undid Zeke's belt, button and zip, until he freed the hard shaft and took the first long, wide lick.
“Just around the tip, circle it,” Zeke said. It was hard to keep his expression even as Casey put his tongue to the leaking head and lapped around it. To calm himself, Zeke sucked in a hearty helping of smoke then looked to Jamie. “Do you smoke?”
“Huh?”
The poor boy was dumbfounded, it seemed. Zeke snorted in amusement, reached to the pack sitting on the bedside table then waved it Jamie's way. “Smoke?”
“Oh. S-Sure,” Jamie said.
Zeke tossed the pack and his lighter to him then sank back. As Jamie put his smoke together, Zeke smirked. “Like it so far?” he asked.
“Yea,” Jamie replied, smoke streaming from his lips as he did. His body seemed to relax, his eyes set on the half-covered ass presented to him.
“Mmm. He's not really a bad girly-boy.” Zeke put a hand to Casey's hair and stroked it lightly; the boy didn't pause in his work, his tongue looping around expertly-so. The muscles in Zeke's thighs clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed... “He's really good at giving head. I can shove this shit straight to the back of his throat and he doesn't whine about it. I can promise that to you.”
Jamie nodded slowly and dropped his eyes to the cigarette he smoked. “Hah. Well...”
“You ever rimmed someone?” Zeke asked next. When Jamie shook his head, he chuckled. “You know what rimming is, right?”
“Yea.” Jamie's embarrassed smirk surprised Zeke.
“You can do that, if you want,” Zeke said. He reached to the slip Casey wore and pulled it up higher to show off the boy's ass to the young man. “He gags for it.”
“I... yeeea, dunno,” Jamie said, still smiling but looking away.
“Too shy, huh?” Zeke sighed, took one of Casey's hands and took his index finger to his mouth. After giving it a long, wet suck, he said, “Finger yourself.”
Jamie's smile faded as Casey made a light moan, reached behind himself and began rubbing his soaked digit over his hole. The boy panted over Zeke's cock; the licking continued until Zeke gave his face a gentle push away. “Tell Jamie how much you love it.”
“I... fuck, I-love it,” Casey started. After a heavy swallow and another lick, he continued, “I love my hole being licked...”
“Love my tongue buried in it?”
“Yes, w-want it... want...”
“Do you want Jamie to lick your ass?”
“Yes, S-Sir,” Casey said in a whine.
“Yea, you'll take anyone just as long as they promise that. That's what makes you so damned dirty,” Zeke said. “That's what makes you fuckin' hot.”
Casey nodded and continued playing with himself, his motions getting more desperate as he went on. His hips undulated up and down in a slow wave; Jamie's blank expression spoke volumes. Zeke sighed and his eyes went half-mast as he said, “I'd fuckin' pay someone to take you while I watch.”
Jamie finally looked to Zeke; his gaze was solid, questioning. Zeke raised his eyebrows. “'Would. Even just kissing.”
“Don't... I...” Jamie stammered, blinking furiously. “You don't... gotta... do that.”
“I'm ready to pay you for your just SITTING there,” Zeke said with a soft smile. He nudged Casey up and turned him by the shoulder. The boy ceased playing with himself as he looked to Jamie. “Ask him if he needs anything, wants anything.”
Just Casey's wet, gorgeously-blue eyes alone could seal the deal; Jamie was too close to that edge, where he'd get tired of being an onlooker and want in on the game. Zeke knew it, which was why he enjoyed Casey's turning around and taking the small crawl over the bed to the young man. He got close enough to let the chain from the clamps rest over Jamie's thighs; Jamie's lower lip trembled as Casey said, “You can do anything you want to me.”
“I...” Jamie stopped to swallow. It rolled down his throat like a rock. He then chuckled suddenly and fought to look away. “No pressure, right?”
“If you don't want to, oh well,” Zeke said.
“It's not that... I don't WANT to...”
“We could just kiss.”
Zeke couldn't help the wide, deep grin. The words, whisper-sweet, were enough to have Jamie look back at Casey, swallow again and lick his lower lip. It seemed as if every molecule of air exploded like an atomic bomb when he finally caved, moved forward and put his and Casey's mouths together. The room went hot; Zeke's upper lip curled up in seeing Jamie deepen the kiss with his boy. They'd had this before-the two ad-responders, both of them eager to take Casey any-which way for hours on end, but this was so, so different. Jamie was shaking as if terrified, but his hands rose up to rest on Casey's hips and make them even closer. It was sweet... nice.
'He's a virgin,' Zeke thought as he pulled the opened flaps of his jeans up, moved to a sit and put his hands on Casey's ass. His thumbs worked its cheeks apart, digging in close to his anus. It caused a lovely little chain-reaction, straight to Casey's mouth-to Jamie's, both of them growing so hungry Zeke felt like he was starving. Zeke then felt one of Jamie's hands move to his; smiling, Zeke nudged it in close to the center.
Jamie went stiff and moved away, panting heavily. He looked trapped, unsure. Before Zeke could say anything, Casey's brow creased and he murmured, “Please finger me.”
That would normally bring on some punishment-whispered begging wasn't allowed, but this was still different. Jamie stared as Zeke pulled Casey down by the shoulder until he was back on the bed. He shoved Casey's legs open, looked to Jamie and motioned him over with a quick nod of his head. That was all it took for Jamie to sniff and leave his spot to join them. Zeke said nothing as he himself began digging a finger into Casey, his mouth latching onto Casey's neck.
Follow my lead was the message, and Jamie read it right. The young man lowered to his side, an elbow propping him up as he extended a finger and brought it down to join Zeke's. Casey sobbed heavily as both boys climbed in with probing fingers at his ass. Jamie didn't move to kiss him again, not yet, but the intense expression he wore said it'd be soon. It seemed Casey wanted to rush the process, however.
“Hey...” Zeke snapped when he saw Casey reach a hand up to Jamie's neck. Before the boy could take a hold of him, Zeke slapped it away, growled and sat up fast. The cuffs were still resting at the foot of the bed on the rail; they'd do. Without another word, Zeke grabbed them, returned and tugged Casey's wrists to the posts at the head of the bed.
Casey's small gasps of pseudo-panic were lovely; even better was when the job was finished and he was left helpless to whatever Zeke and their new friend wanted. Zeke didn't wait around, of course. Though Jamie paused, Zeke dove back in with two fingers this time, his mouth once again sucking upon Casey's throat. Jamie clenched his teeth then returned-one finger, however reluctant, his mouth lowering to the still-clamped nipple to toy with his tongue.
“Oh-oh-god, f-fuck...” Casey wailed. His whole body jerked as the boys worked him below, the force between them both growing more and more with every flick of their wrists. When Zeke felt Jamie extend another finger, making the total at four, he growled, exited and grabbed Casey's cock in a rough hold.
“You like this?” he asked into the shell of Casey's ear.
“Yes! Y-Yes, Sir...!” Casey had tears in his eyes, mouth in a wide-open O. He stared down at their actions, knees quaking.
“Like being used... f-fuck.” Even Zeke's voice cracked with what was happening. He snarled and bit Casey's ear before asking, “Want us to fuck you? Huh?”
Whatever Casey was trying to say was one big stammer of syllables, but he was nodding frantically. There was no time to ask questions; Zeke reached to the bedside table again and all but threw the drawer open to reach inside for the box of condoms he's picked up, just for this. The box was torn at the folds and a foil packet brought out. Zeke shoved it at Jamie, who stared at it with question.
“It's a condom. USE it,” Zeke commanded. He was thrilled to pieces when Jamie snapped out of his reverie and took it. With shaking fingers, he sat up, undid his jeans button and zip and tugged the waist down. Zeke smiled at what he saw. “Fuck, that's nice,” he said of the long, perfectly-formed cock being shown-off.
“Th-Thanks,” Jamie muttered as he worked the rubber onto himself.
Zeke sniffed and grabbed a handful of Casey's hair with one hand, the other still working Casey's swollen dick. “Beg him to let you suck it,” he said. “Get him ready.”
Casey's lower lip shook as he turned glossy eyes to Jamie. “Please... p-put it in my mouth...” He swallowed and with a breathy voice continued, “Put your cock in my mouth, th-throat-fuck me.”
Jamie himself looked ready to cry as he shuffled himself to the head of the bed, his hand holding the base of his dick to present it to Casey. “Oh f-fuck,” Jamie stuttered as Casey stretched his tongue out to it and gave the rubber-covered head a solid lick. That was all it took for Jamie to cave and sink himself past Casey's wide-open lips. He went still--too still, as if afraid to make any wrong moves. Zeke clenched his fingers into Casey's hair tighter and pushed him up to swallow Jamie deep. A shuddering, chest-quaking breath escaped Jamie as Casey moaned around his swollen dick; his hands gripped the rail, right by Casey's bound wrists. “Fuuuck,” he said again.
“Suck him nice,” Zeke told Casey, who was let go to do the work on his own. Jamie, however, was eager to help. After a few tentative moments, Jamie moved his hips down until his cock was fully-sheathed. He punched out a breath then slid his hand to the side of Casey's head. Zeke expected the young man to grab Casey's hair and use him as a masturbatory tool, but Jamie simply laced his fingers into Casey's hair and made light pulls. It was almost affectionate, sweet. Pleased with the scene so far, Zeke reached for the lube to get Casey ready, but stopped, hand hovering over the tube. He glanced back to Casey, cocked an eyebrow then moved himself to the foot of the bed. Casey let out a grunt as Zeke twisted his body onto its side; the moment Zeke put his tongue to the hot, loosened hole, Casey bucked and mewled loudly around Jamie, no doubt sending Jamie into bliss-land. Zeke made an open-mouthed grin as he spread Casey's ass to dive in deeper. He'd let Casey speak freely after this, as the dirty little thing came up with plenty of dirty little things to say... or scream, yelp, moan...
As it was, Casey was moaning in time with Zeke's tongue's actions. Every soaked-stab elicited a small jolt and hum, which sent a chain-reaction to Jamie who'd started breathing in hot sniffs. The thought that Zeke was going to watch his boy get a good, solid fucking made him give Casey one last hard suck to his hole before moving away. Seeing Jamie's lost-lust expression, Zeke knelt up and grabbed Jamie's shoulder. “Stop,” he said.
Jamie shuddered, released Casey's hair and sat back. Casey panted heavily once his mouth was freed, his eyes in slits and cheeks flushed. Sighing, Zeke shuffled back to lie next to Casey, eyes on their companion. “You gonna fuck him, or what?”
“I...” Jamie bit his lip hard, staring down at Casey.
“Speak freely, boy,” Zeke said.
Before Jamie could make the hasty decision that he 'just couldn't', Casey focused his eyes on the conflicted young man and lifted his knees to his chest. “Please?” he murmured. He shimmied his hips in slow circles, showing his want. “Fuck me, I want it... please, Jamie.”
“I just...” Jamie muttered while staring at Casey's wanton movements.
“You said I was pretty.”
This manipulation was brilliant. “You are,” Jamie said. Casey's teeth chattered lightly as he snarled.
“Then fuck me.” Casey didn't wait for any more responses; he simply lifted a leg, put it over Jamie's thigh and pulled him in to put their groins together. Jamie's body tensed then sank down over Casey's as the boy pushed his hips up and down. “P-Please, Jamie,” Casey begged, but hadn't needed to. Jamie was already positioning himself, however awkwardly, until his cock started edging its way inside. “PLEASE, Jamie, fuck me, f-fuck...”
Zeke stared at the sight of Casey's groin rise up, thighs bracing around Jamie's firm stomach and strong hips. For a few moments, Jamie displayed his virginity in awkward bumps and confused looks-until finally, he took hold of Casey's knees and draped them over his shoulders. The new position allowed him to wholly sink in and join them cock-to-ass with perfection.
This was a whole new level of nirvana, a sexual Disneyland, especially when Jamie grabbed one of Casey's shoulders and began pounding into the boy with abandon. Casey was no longer a person with thoughts and feelings; he was simply here to get fucked by someone who didn't even know his last name. Growling under his breath, Zeke couldn't help himself from reaching down and grabbing his cock. Fuck his being in-charge, he wanted to get-off. “L-Look at you,” he said into Casey's ear as his fist tightened over his dick. “Cock-slut. Nothing but a cock-slut. Say it.”
“I-I'm a cock... slut...” Casey replied mindlessly.
Zeke's nostrils flared as he began sucking Casey's ear, grazing his teeth over soft cartilage. It grew warmer when Jamie dropped down to kiss Casey's mouth with ferocity, still thrusting and pulling Casey's body. The boy was a hot-mess of squeals and jerks; the stimulation he was getting was probably bordering on way-too-fucking-much but he didn't stop or protest. The growing tension in Jamie's muscles, his expression going stony was a sure-sign that he was reaching the pleasure-precipice. The groan he belted out was followed by frenetic pounding, until he was nearly screaming out his orgasm. “F-FUCK!” Jamie yelled before coming to a sudden, shuddering stop. He collapsed over Casey's chest, his mouth panting onto the chain lying there. “Fuck...”
After a full minute of 'down-time', Zeke cleared his throat, keyed open the cuffs on Casey's wrists and gave Casey's cheek a soft, reverent kiss. “Clean him up.”
~*~
“You okay?”
Jamie hummed around the cigarette in his lips and made a small nod. “Yea. Just... reflective.”
Zeke smirked and lit another cigarette off of the dying one. He sat at the foot of the bed and stared at Jamie, who was propped-up halfway at the pillows. “No regrets, right?”
“No. No,” Jamie said. “Definitely not.”
“Good.”
“Mmm,” Jamie hummed again then stared at the cigarette he held. “Just... no one can know about this, like I said--”
“Yea, like I heard. Our secret, 'promise,” Zeke interrupted. He looked to the half-open door and sighed. “He told me you can move in, if you want.”
Jamie chuckled, which was nice to hear. This brand of post-coital could've ended on a weird, depressing note, but it hadn't. “From everything I've seen, read... you're doing it right,” Jamie said. “I would've totally taken off if things got weird.”
“We try,” Zeke replied.
“Yea...” Jamie moved up a little, his staring into space showing off deep thought. “When he comes back, can I talk to him... alone?”
Zeke blinked furiously. “I guess. Why?”
“Just... wanna talk to him.”
Whatever Jamie needed, he'd get. Zeke didn't ask any more questions, choosing to nod and smile. “'K.”
It was then that Casey returned, freshly-washed, rubbing a towel into his hair. The marks he wore were clearly visible in the lowly-lit room, along with his smile. And god damn, if he didn't look positively gorgeous in his boy-shorts and nothing else. “Hey... 'didn't run off into the night. Good,” he said to Jamie, who smiled.
“N'aw.”
Casey reached to the pack of cigarettes sitting on the bed, lit one for himself and sat down. “'Hope no one minds if I crash after this,” he said, jabbing the smoke in the air.
“Fine by me.” Zeke groaned to a stand, stretched then let his arms drop down. “I'm going downstairs for a beer. I'll meet you down there, Jame.”
“'K.”
Zeke smiled, gave Casey a small, chaste kiss then left the room. A whole beer and pile of chips later, Jamie had come down to thank Zeke and leave. “If I see you out, I won't treat you like I don't KNOW you, 'k? Just... friends,” Jamie had said before they waved their goodbyes. Zeke watched him get into his car and drive off into the night. Another beer, some late-night infomercial about some blender people couldn't exist without then upstairs again, where he found a dead-asleep Casey in bed. He didn't flinch or stir in the slightest when Zeke crawled in next to him and cuddled close.
Whatever had been said in this room was Casey's, and Casey's alone. Zeke would never ask.
~*END*~
PS: Just so you know... I did HEAVY RESEARCH on just what I wanted Casey's 'special outfit' to look like.
There ya go. :D