Accidents Happen - 1 of 1
The last part of this fic I posted over at the TAT kink meme. This is the entire fic.
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Accidents Happen
Fandom - A-Team
Pairing - Hannibal/Face
Rating - NC17
Warning - spanking, sex, some bdsm and non con.
Summary - Quite by accident, Face gets caught during an experimental bondage session. Fun times ensue. and yes, this is AU.
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The room was dark. The city light's drowned out the stars and full moon that blanketed the earth. Below, people were milling about the Strip deciding where to go gambling next, where to shop or where to rest their weary feet. Face sat in the lounge of his pent house sweet. He was in Las Vegas for an erotic photo shoot for Giovani. A magazine that catered to homosexual's who liked their porn to be tasteful.
He sipped a martini and wondered at the darkness. He was tired, but wasn't able to sleep even though he knew he should. The photographer wanted to get some BDSM and kink photos the next day and he'd told Face to get aquatinted with some of the props. They actually had real Police issued hand cuffs, a nice looking butt plug, a cock ring, a gag, and a paddle. He also knew he'd be poising with another model. He had to wonder though, at how tasteful these would be.
He sighed and drained the glass and then he wondered towards the bed. He was no stranger to toys. He picked the butt plug up first. It was bigger than what he usually wore. As big as a soda can with a round top. It was black with some give to it. He shrugged. It was new out of the package and he knew that the toys would be cleaned before the photo shoot and after. Yet he had a bucket and some clorox bleach to soak them in after he used them before bed.
He was all ready naked. He'd been semi nude all day, but he was a closet exhibitionist; he sat down on the bed and picked up the lube. It had a weird name "Tickling gel". It smelled like cinnamon. He opened the cap and smeared a bunch on the plug. Then he reached between his legs and pushed some of the left overs into his entrance. It was cool, but then it began to heat up as he pushed it further inside and stretched himself. He then began to wiggle and he understood the name of the lube.
This tickling sensation inside him didn't stop him from sitting on the plug. Slowly he worked it inside. The gel was beginning to become painful as it was worked into his muscles. But, he knew he'd rather feel it on his own before someone applied it for him the next day. He'd be tied down and the model playing the dominant roll would be pushing this lube inside him. He sighed as the head of the dildo finally popped in. Yet there was a lot to go. If he wore it all night it'd go in easier at the shoot. So he proceeded to slowly feed it into his hot ass. He raised up a little and then lowered. This movement helped the butt plug to stretch him. He was gasping by the time it was seated all the way in. Then he picked up the cock ring.
It was a sheath that he had to feed his cock into. But it wouldn't work with it full. He looked around for inspiration, and found it because there was a bucket of ice. That'd work. He could order another bucket from room service at any time. He wobbled over to the coffee table. It was at the right height and all he had to do was dunk his dick into the cold. It worked wonders. He was then able to get the metal sheath over his cock. A band encircled his balls and he pulled it tight and then he locked it down.
It was then that he realized that it wasn't a cock ring at all. It was a cock cage. Now he couldn't masturbate. He sighed and went looking for the key. The butt plug worked his insides and made it hard for him to walk, or kneel down to see if he lost the key under the bed. He growled. He'd die before he called a lock smith to get the damned thing off him. He'd have to get his picks out and do it himself.
But then he found the note, it was in the box that the toys came in.
Dear Face,
Sorry about the key to the cock cage. I have it. I need you to put it on tonight. I'll give you the key tomorrow after the shoot. Have fun.
Jonah
Face swore to kill the bastard.
But only because he knew would have refused on set and Jonah knew this; hence the horrible misconception. He should have looked it up online. Now he felt just plain stupid. The adage; "Accidents happen" flitted through his mind but it didn't help that he felt horribly stupid. He'd have to talk to Jonah tomorrow. That ass was going to get it. He can't play his star model in such childish ways.
He flopped down on the bed. The butt plug moved a bit and he cringed. His cock was trying to gain it's girth again, but the sheath worked like a charm and he wasn't able to grow; nor orgasm. Now he had all night with the butt plug and he couldn't get off. This had to be a trick. Jonah was trying for something horribly kinky for tomorrow.
Face sighed and tried to figure out if it was worth it. He did have his picks and he could get the lock open. It was a standard lock. And he'd done this on other toys before. It'd serve Jonah right. He growled and sat up in bed. He began to march/waddle over the dresser - he still hadn't become accustomed to the butt plug and he had to make sure to do a lot of practice with it before he cleaned it up. If Jonah thought he could make him keep that in all night he had another thing coming. After all. His note said shit about that staying in him. It was probably a trade off. The cock cage for the butt plug.
He was search through the top drawer when he heard something in the living room. It sounded like the one window that wouldn't close. For a high end super hotel it was kinda of funny. Face shook his head, it had to be some stray bird.
Still....he grabbed the terry cotton robe, feeling quite embarrassed by locking himself into the cock cage - and then he poked his head out into the living room area of the suite. Nothing. Only shadows and the bright neon lights of the Strip met his sharp gaze. He was about to shake it off and then he saw the shadow move. It was fast and he found himself on his back with an older man on top. He had silver white hair, and strange blue eyes. But he was handsome. Shaven, and he had a gun in his hand.
"I don't know you," Face said. "And I don't want to know you," he added.
"Where is Michael Tipton?" the man asked.
"The business guru who sells all those self help books?" Face questioned.
"Yes,"
"I don't know. I mean, I know he's supposed to be here for that conference down stairs, but I'm here for a photo shoot. I haven't ever seen the guy except for the picture on the back of his books," Face replied.
The man gave a grunt. But Face could feel the man's hard dick. He frowned, putting two and two together.
"How long have you been watching me?" Face asked.
"Since you put the cage on," the man above him smirked.
"And you think you're gonna get some?" another frown, deeper this time.
"I think so," the man smirked and nudged the gun a bit into Face's side. Face sighed. "Put it away, all you had to do was ask," he winked. "I remember you from the bar downstairs. I bet our room numbers got mixed up by someone, hence why you're in my room. Unless you were looking at me the whole time...?"
The man chuckled; "Smart, kid,"
"Face," he corrected, "Call me Face, everyone does,"
"I'm Hannibal,"
Face blinked. And blinked again. "Wait...as in the Assassin?"
"Yes," and then Hannibal was undoing the robe. Naked except for the cock cage and butt plug, Face was at Hannibal's mercy and he couldn't quite say he didn't like it. His sudden willingness was strange, even for him, but he wouldn't mind a good fucking right now. He blamed the butt plug. He blamed Jonah for putting him in this position. If he wasn't fucking high on sexual needs, he wouldn't have agreed to be Hannibal's bitch.
After all, the man had the gun, was a known assassin and was very much used to being in charge. Face knew he wouldn't have a chance in a hand to hand fight. Even if he could fight, he was sure this man could kick his ass.
"Are you sure?" Hannibal asked.
"Wait...are you willing to walk away?"
"I'm hoping you'll let me fuck you, and spank you. That paddle looks like it needs to be used and you are one beautiful man. I might just have to keep you," Hannibal is smiling now.
"But we don't know each other," Face gaped.
"So? you don't know the guys you partner with in your shoots do you?"
"I'm not doing porn," Face glared, "It's tasteful art,"
"I don't care what you call it, but I am right," Hannibal cocked his head to the side. Face thought about it, and then nodded. Hannibal was right, he did a lot of stuff with those guys, trusting they were all clean and he'd had a scare or two in his time.
"Why me?" he asked as Hannibal helped him up to his feet and steered him towards the bed.
"Oh, I'm a fan, you can say," Hannibal replied mischievously. "The magazine might be for the clients who can't take the dirt that porn is, but it's very much wank worthy and I just have to see if you're in the issue of the month. Your shoots have gotten very kinky lately..." Hannibal chuckled.
"Erm...yeah..." Face nodded.
"On the bed, on your front," Hannibal ordered. Face complied. And then Hannibal found the cuffs and in second Face was secured to the headboard. Now he was committed.
"I'm very disappointed, there aren't a lot of toys here," Hannibal clucked his tongue.
"Ah..." Face tried but was unable to come up with any sort of excuse.
"And I can't play with your cock but I'm kinda liking it. I'll have to get the key from your friend, which means that I'll have to visit you a lot more often," He rather liked that idea and he patted Face's ass gently as a pity pat. Face shivered. The thought of being under Hannibal's control was...appealing.
"Oh my god..." Face moaned.
"What's wrong?" Hannibal questioned. He was feeling up the paddle. It was good quality leather and he wanted to make Face wiggle and scream. He also wanted to see the young man cry from the spanking he was going to get. For a first time it was a little much. But...he really wanted to see how well the paddle worked.
"I...just...can't believe that I want you to get the key. I must be crazy," he groaned.
"I can get the key later," Hannibal promised, "and you won't get out of it tomorrow, you're friend won't know where it went and then I'll visit you again tomorrow night, how does that sound?" Hannibal questioned. Then, he swung the paddle.
Leather-on-skin had a weird sound to it. It sounded like skin-on-skin but different. Face wasn't able to say how different. He jerked and the cuffs jingled as he pulled against them. Hannibal spanked him again. The two were simple testing. The pain came later and Face's cock was trying to get hard.
Hannibal had said he was a fan, right? Face thought, this meant that Hannibal knew his kinks as well. At the end of every magazine they published their bio's and part of that was a small list of kinks. Spanking was at the top of his and was on the agenda for tomorrow. So, not only was he gonna get spanked tonight, but he was gonna get it from the Dominant model a few hours later. He was going to have a sore butt for a few days but he knew he was going to love it. Especially since he can't get hard.
"Do you mind if I give this spanking my all?" Hannibal questioned, "I want to see you cry,"
"Oh..." Face tried to speak as Hannibal struck him again. "Okay." but what else was he going to say? he loved it, and no one had ever gone that far. No one had ever cried. "If you make me cry, I'm yours for life," and it wasn't a joke. Because he'd always wanted someone to do it. And though it was a weird criteria for starting a relationship with someone - Hannibal looked like he was going to deliver.
Hannibal crawled up onto the bed. He undid his shirt and let it plop to the floor; Face craned his neck so that he could see. The older man was muscular and Face wanted to touch. He could see the muscles move under scarred skin. Hannibal kept in shape and that just made him all the more beautiful to Face.
Hannibal toed off his shoes; each plopped to the soft carpet. He then took a pillow from the mound on the bed and urged Face up slightly onto his knees. Enough so that he could settle the pillow under the younger man. Face settled down and waited. Now he was growing nervous. This was stupid. Really stupid.
"Okay, pick out a safe word, kid," Hannibal ordered as he smelt the paddle. It had the new leather scent which was just as good as the new car scent and it went straight to his cock, which grew to length within the confines of his jeans.
"Ah..." Face licked his lips, "Pine apple," he replied.
Hannibal chuckled.
And then he struck. It was't a test shot, it was slightly harder and the pain blossomed across the bit of skin. It left a red mark as well and Hannibal apologized by kissing the spot he'd taken the paddle too. Face sighed at the soft and gentle touch. Hannibal struck the other cheek. Face jerked and air hissed through his teeth. He felt a kiss being placed there as well. It was weird because he'd never had anyone kiss his ass before.
SMACK-SMACK-SMACK
The sound of leather-to-skin echoed int he silence of the room. Face grunted and jerked at each strike. There weren't any kisses this time as Hannibal again spanked him three times five seconds after the first three. Face breathed deep. His cock really wanted to get interested. It kept pushing against the confines of the stainless steel cock cage. It kept him obedient though. He just wasn't going to gain any sort of ejaculation until Hannibal allowed it. It was the sexiest thought Face ever had and a heat waved ran the length of his limbs.
"What are you thinking about?" Hannibal asked, "tell me honestly,"
"Ah...I'm thinking about...not being able to cum tomorrow, because you're going to get the key to the cage and..."
"And what?" Hannibal asked.
"I love the way you spank me..." Face moaned in embarrassment. None of his previous Lovers had ever asked him what he felt during a scene. It didn't diminish the hot-ness of the scene. It just added to it. And cemented in Face's mind that Hannibal was a natural Dom, and knew exactly what he was doing.
Hannibal chuckled; "good."
The next minute was taken up by the paddle-to-ass action. Hannibal concentrated on the crease between thigh and ass. It was the most painful and soon had Face yelling. He jerked forwards and on the cuffs, trying to get away. But not once did he drop the safe word. He was tempted just to see. But that'd ruin it. He wanted to see if Hannibal could make him cry. And Hannibal seemed to be enjoying it. He had no reason to kill Face - and the added semi-threat just made the whole thing a bit more forbidden.
The pain grew. It tingled and felt like nails beings dragged across his skin with each smooth touch of the leather paddle. From Hannibal's point of view, it was one beautiful site. The ass in front of him wiggles and the chime of the cuff chain sang in perfect rhythm. Face was gasping in pain. But moaning in pleasure and frustration because his cock just couldn't fill and he couldn't cum. It was the most perfect scenario Hannibal had ever come across and he wasn't going to let the boy before him go. At all. Nope. He knew he'd be visiting this boy again, and possibly they could actually have a great relationship aside from the sex and the kink.
He'd been lonely so long, and here was someone who shared some kinks with him. Yeah, he was going to pursue this one. Hannibal raised the paddle again and moved upwards. Face had a perfect round ass that bounced with each smack of the paddle. The skin was a very light pink, until one got to the crease of thighs and butt where the skin turned a more dark red because Hannibal had spent such a long time in those spots. He worked on one cheek for a few seconds. Just taking his time. He loved all the soft sounds Face made - even the yelling. But the kid was no where to tears yet. It might take a second session. But they had a few hours yet.
A bit of the butt plug peeped out of Face's stretched hole. With his free hand Hannibal fingered it. Then he smiled. He moved so that he sat between Face's legs and he switched hand so that he could work on the right butt cheek. With his left hand free now. He moved the plug out a bit and then inside. He struck the cheek on each thrust inwards of the plug. Face lunged and settled as Hannibal played with him.
The pain induced pleasure was overwhelming and Face shuddered. Each strike of the paddle on the inwards thrust of the butt plug was heaven for him. He'd have cummed so hard right then if he could, but it continued and he just wasn't able. It was so frustrating but kinky at the same time.
He felt the tears prick at his eyes and he closed them hard. He wasn't going to cry. He just wasn't. He was going to make Hannibal work for it. Hard. Then it all stopped. He felt Hannibal move behind him. The clank of a belt, the sipping of a zipper. The soft crunches of clothing and a flop to the floor at the end of the bed.
Then he felt the butt plug being pulled from the hole. It hurt a bit. It was so big going in that he hadn't even thought how it'd feel coming out. But Hannibal worked it and worked it. It popped out and he felt his muscles clench at nothing. He moaned at the loss. Then he felt more lube being pumped into him. It started to burn and he really had to stop himself from letting tears drop. Hannibal would win and he wasn't going to let the older man win.
Hannibal chuckled. The only lube he could find was the 'tickling gel'. He not only put a generous amount into Face, again, but also on his hard and aching cock. He fisted his cock a bit. The lube started to burn but Hannibal loved the feeling. Then he made Face spread his legs further as he slowly fed his cock into the opened and awaiting hole.
They moaned at the same time, murmuring each other's names.
"Please....please...Hannibal...?" Face tried to thrust back but Hannibal was strong and the hands on Face's hips held the boy down so that Face had no room to control the rhythm. Hannibal's cock head popped inside and he stilled.
"What do you want Face?" Hannibal asked.
"F-fuck me please! please! I need you right now!" Face all but demanded in a breathy whimper. Face wiggled under Hannibal's grip, trying his hardest to get the older man to just forget his self-restraint and fuck him into the mattress.
Hannibal pushed inwards. He was bigger and longer than the butt plug, but it was a good thing Face'd worn it, he didn't have to do the prep now. He smiled as he sank ever so nicely into Face. He would have to find a locking harness for Face and this butt plug. Because it was the perfect fit for his boy.
Face was whimpering nonsense now, words of demands and pure want. He was sweating and fidgeting. Hannibal moved upwards, but still in control of his thrusts. He lay on Face's back and got the perfect angle to attack the boy's neck. He licked upwards first, and then the shell of Face's ear. He pulled out a bit and thrust back in. He hit that spot inside which made Face howl in need.
"Pleasepleasepleaseplease..." Face reiterated over and over again. He was so far gone it was the only thing he could think of to say.
Hannibal pulled out, waited a second, and pushed in. He loved the feeling of the warmth surrounding him. How beautiful it felt. He was ruined now. He'd only ever want Face and he was going to make Face only ever want him. He then latched onto Face's neck. He sucked on the skin there. The sweat was salty but it was so natural; so Face. He sucked the skin into his mouth and gently chewed on it as he slowly, very slowly, pulled in and out of Face.
The boy couldn't cum unless Hannibal picked the lock and he wasn't about to do that. They'd all ready agreed that Face would wear the cock cage until the next night. And then Hannibal was going to watch Face cum on his cock. He groaned and couldn't help but up the ante. It was what Face was looking for, who was gasping and writhing. Trying to get off but unable.
Hannibal still kept it at a moderate pace. He loved the feeling of Face gripping his cock. He loved the feeling of hot skin under his hips, groin and upper legs. He shivered and then he wasn't able to hold back. At all. His seed flooded the insides of Face.
And then he noticed, after a few seconds of breathing deep and sucking sweet skin, that Face was crying. It was over but the frustration was there. And i looked beautiful on the boy.
Hannibal pulled out. He lubed up the butt plug, because the previous lube had almost dire dup now, and then he pushed it into Face. The boy flailed and groaned but took it anyway. Hannibal crawled up the bed and flung an arm around Face's waist.
"I would love to stay, but I still have a job to do," he kissed Face. His lips were soft and tasted of lip balm. Face sniffed and nodded.
"I'll let you go though. You still have a job to do..."
"Thanks, Hannibal..."
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Face stood in the shower. Sore as hell and frustrated. It was morning, he'd gotten two hours of sleep after Hannibal had left. But he kept thinking about the following night. Tonight, in fact. His older Lover was going to come to him again and he was going to do anything Hannibal wanted just to get an ejaculation.
He smiled though, the scene they had was hot and he could still feel the seed dribble down his legs. He'd have to clean himself out with an enema before the shoot. It was protocol. but maybe he could get Hannibal to fill him up again. After this shoot he was going to return to LA. Try to get another job with the same magazine. But, he and Hannibal could have a week in-between just for them.
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Decker looked angry. Face lounged in a director's chair with a glass of orange juice. He'd only been five minutes late but Decker hated anyone being late. It was just the three of them. Jonah was taking the pictures, Decker was the Dom and Face was going to be tied up and kinked-out.
"I see you were with someone last night," Decker pointed at the hickie. It was as big as China. Face wasn't willing to be embarrassed about it.
"I found a new Lover, he just wanted to let me know who I belonged to, is all," Face shrugged.
"It's hot," Jonah said. He was putting the last touches on the set. It was sparse and grey. The lighting low. There was a bench sitting in the middle of the scene. It had cuffs for hands and feet and was raised higher than waist height.
"Now, Rod, go get dressed in the leather. I'll get Face tied up," Jonah said as he rubbed his hands together. Face sighed and hurriedly finished his juice and food. Decker nodded and went off to the dressed room that was a simple curtain but it served its purpose.
"Don't worry about him," Jonah said as he led Face over to the bench. He had Face over it Face down. "He's just jealous, I mean, you guys had been together for a while right?"
"Yeah," Face muttered as his hands were cuffed. Then his feet. His butt was now held high in the air and Jonah and Decker could now see the previous spanking. Jonah whistled; "Who's this new guy?"
"Not telling, he's not in the industry," Face replied.
Jonah sighed and walked over to the camera that sat on a tripod. He had three or four around the permitter of the set. He smirked as he set about getting a gag from the box of toys he'd brought along; "Oh...ah...I lost the key to the cock cage," he informed Face.
"Oh did you?" Face growled. Playing as if he totally didn't know Hannibal had some how stolen the key before. This proved it but Face wasn't going to tell Jonah that; he had to have some secrets in a profession where everything was bared quite literally.
"I don't know where it's gone. I could have sworn I put it on the bedside table last night before I went to sleep, but in the morning it wasn't there," Jonah came over. He poked Face's cheek. Face opened his mouth and the cock gag slid home. Jonah buckled it on and then he stood and took a look over at the curtained off dressing room to see if Decker was ready.
The man stepped out in leather pants, high boots, and an open vest. He had a cop-styled hat wedged on his head; fingerless gloves adorned his big hands. The outfit slimmed him somewhat and showcased the man's muscles.
"Ooooh, this is going to be the featured shoot this month," Jonah rubbed his hands together. Then he bound over to the his camera. Decker joined him. The photo shoot always started with pictures of the bound sub. Jonah would adjust the angles so that he got every nuance of the set up.
Decker meanwhile pursued the toy box. He pulled out a black leather crop. He swung it a few times. Face jerked, thinking the kink part was starting far too soon. His butt was still slightly pink from a spanking he'd all ready received from his mysterious new partner. Decker tried not to be jealous. He and Face had five wonderful years together. But, they just couldn't get along. They fought more than they had sex. And then, besides the photo shoots, they decided to break it off. It was a good and bad thing really. Decker knew he wanted what they had during the honeymoon period of their relationship, but now he'd found Lynch and...yes. He was happier with his new Lover of two years.
Lynch was a sexy bastard and he always loved to see the new shoots. Especially those with Face because he had suggestions. And Decker wrote those down to give to Jonah who loved them as well. The fun part was keeping this list a secret. This time, the cock cage had been the surprise. And then Jonah had gone and lost the key.
The lock wasn't a normal lock. It needed three to unlock it. But Face could pick it open if he sent his mind to it. Decker was really glad to see that Face was still wearing it. He thought about glueing the locks permanently but that was a bit much for a romance gone wrong.
"Okay, Rod, you can get in and start whenever you want," Jonah called. He was resetting the last camera. Decker studied the angles. This wasn't anything simple or straightforward, he had to be aware of where each and every camera was facing. He had to take longer to do something at just the right moment.
"I'm setting all the camera's to flutter. That way you guys will be focus the entire time and more pictures can be taken. I'm so glad I finally read the hand manual to these things. That means more shots in less the time," he winked. Then he set them off.
Decker stepped into the set. He stood there; knowing that there had to be some shots of him and crop. He swung it a few times into his hand. And then he stepped closer to Face. The man was struggling now. Either knowing this was going to hurt, or playing it up for the cameras.
Then he struck out, fast and with no mercy. Face howled behind the gag. Decker stood next to the bench and smirked. It'd been a while since they had a photo shoot. Face should know by then not to do anything kinky before hand; Decker struck the pinked butt a few more times. Breaking blood vessels and turning the skin red.
"Don't be too hard,"Jonah warned, "I need him for a second photo shoot today,"
"I'll do it just the same as always, that's how you make your money, right?" Decker growled. He went from Face's lower back ad down his right butt cheek in quick concession. The boy wiggled and howled because Decker wasn't being gentle at all. The crop moved across the skin that way twice before moving to the crease and downwards. He was getting hard from the cries of pain. He knew that these shots would be the best of the shoot. He was the most sadistic Dom the magazine employed and that's what the audience wanted.
He slapped the upper thigh a few more times before he walked around to the other side. He bent down so that he could speak into Face's ear.
"Now I bet you wished you hadn't gotten so kinky with your new guy,"
Face growled, but Decker just laughed. He straightened and went to work on the left butt cheek and thigh. Face growled, yelled and wiggled in his bonds as each harsh strike landed on his abused posterior. Decker was enjoying this far too much and Face decided he'd have to insister to know who the Dom Model in these shoots were going to be from now the fuck on.
He could hear the continuing whirring of the cameras; Decker backed off and Face could also hear him going through the toy box. He was almost a sniveling mess. The difference between Hannibal spanking him and Decker was that at least Hannibal wanted to give him some sort of pleasure from it, while Decker simply wanted pain. There were issues that were all based on the pain. And those sold huge. Jonah will be doing a shit ton of apologizing and Champaign pouring if he knew what was good for him.
"No, don't use that!" Jonah almost sound panicked. Decker didn't listen. He opened the tube of Bengay and slathered it onto a dildo. "Do you want to sell a good volume or don't you?" he growled. Jonah grunted.
Face sighed. If things got too much he knew Jonah could handle Decker. He grit his teeth around the plug in his mouth. He felt the cool lube being drizzled onto his ass and hole. The coolness helped the pain a bit. But then it started to heat up. It was worse inside. Decker didn't bother doing much stretching. He'd worn a butt plug for most of the night anyway, so he knew he wouldn't tear. But Decker wasn't gentle at all as he pushed the fat dildo inside Face.
Then he flipped the switch and the dildo started buzzing. Face wiggled within the bindings. His insides were heating up. It was a cruel to play on him. He thought he'd be subjected to the cinnamon tickle from the evening before. No! they had to go hard core on him. He started yelling behind the plug, but the buzzing and the stinging went on for ages.
"Use a condom, Decker," Jonah said, rather forcefully. Decker just laughed as he stepped back into the set. He undid the zip on the leather pants. His cock was huge, almost as big as Hannibal's. Lacking two or three inches, but Face knew Decker could be deadly with it. He grunted and still yanked on the cuffs that bound him. He knew that by now he'd have been hard. He'd probably have cummed as well. The cock cage was starting to hurt though.
He heard, rather than saw, Decker put the condom on. Deck circled him a couple of times. Taunting him. Then, he slowly took out the dildo. The buzzing stopped and it was placed into a bucket of hot water and bleach. Decker returned and pushed right into Face.
Face grunted and squirmed. Decker just poked that spot in him that sent pleasure through his limbs. He moaned at that. Decker's inward thrusting always jabbed that spot. Face knew Decker loved to see that he couldn't get hard. No matter how hard his cock tried to fill,t he sheathe was too small and contracted on his penis. Making it painful to get hard.
He grunted and was jerked a bit on the thrusts. Decker was trying to make it last. He knew. Jonah was moaning, and Face could tell that the photographer was getting off himself. Now, if only he could cum, that'd make his day. And what had Jonah said about a second shoot? he'd have to cross spanking off that one. He didn't think his butt could take anymore. Even the bengay was going to get washed out as soon as possible. It hurt. And coupled with Decker reaming him hard - he'd probably have to suck Hannibal off later instead of letting the older man take him.
Soon, Decker filled the condom. He pulled out and took it off. Slowly, for the camera. Then he threw it into the trash.
"That was great," Jonah said. Decker made for the curtained off area. Face waited for Jonah to undo the bindings but the man didn't even bother with him.
"Here we go," he was saying to Decker, "ten thousand,"
"Thanks," Decker muttered.
He was changed and out of the ware house in minutes. Jonah then set about rolling out plastic on the floor. He then brought over an IV holder. Face grumbled behind the gag.
"We have a private client. He wants a specialized photo shoot with you. He paid me twenty thousand. So there. Of course, you get half of it," Jonah patted Face's ass. He cringed. The skin was hot and Face made a pained little noise.
Jonah shook his head. He made for the sink in the corner of the room and filled up the enema bag. It had a long hose connected to it. The water was cold and he added some soap to it. It'd take at least three to clean out the bengay. Which was why he didn't want Decker to use it anyway. He brought with him a wet cloth. He put the bag on the hook, but before he started the first enema - he took the cloth to Face's butt. Softly cleaning the skin.
"Nothing broken. I'll tell the client not to spank you," Jonah said. Then Face felt the nozzle at his hole. It was pushed in and the water began to flow. Face groaned. He'd much rather do this privately. He was going to have to beat Jonah's ass.
While Face was taking the first enema. Jonah went about replacing the memory cards on the camera's. He changed up the angles. The client didn't want him to see anything that happened. So the client had also handed over the amount of memory cards Jonah needed for the cameras. All the client had to do was take them after the photo shoot was over. He wouldn't be there for it at all - he'd be waiting outside.
He changed an angle here or there. Then he removed the nozzle. "Hold that now, Face, ten minutes," and then he flapped off to the snack table he had in the corner of the room where the clothing changes were located as well. He had some juice and a doughnut; while he watched Face wiggled, trying to keep the water in and become comfortable at the same time.
He smirked. He'd have to make sure to do an enema shoot with Face in the future. He was just so cute tied up like this.
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Face was tired by the time the client arrived. He was frustrated because he hadn't been able to get an erection or ejaculate. He was blind folded and still gagged. He was tied with his hands behind his back. And his balls caught in the pillory behind him so that he was bent in half. The pillory had a heavy and stable plate of steel it was attached too - it would tip over. He couldn't get away either without pulling his balls apart from his body.
He hear the low whistle before he felt the hand on his ass; "Pretty,"
Face tried to say something behind the gag.
Hannibal chuckled; "Did he make you cry?" he asked, and was that a bit of jealousy popping up in his tone? Hannibal supposed it was. He knew from the beginning what sort of job Face kept. It was all safe. He knew because he had spied on the session. He'd have preferred that Decker be gentle, but he wasn't going to step in unless it got to be too much. And though Face wiggled and complained, he'd taken worse and Hannibal had seen the evidence for his own two eyes.
Hannibal palmed the abused posterior. He bent and kissed each cheek. Face sighed. He knew he was safe. But he didn't know what Hannibal was going to do to him. That was okay. The surprise was always erotic and made things better.
"I've got the key's. Face. I can let you out..." And Hannibal did. No promises had to be made. He just unlocked the three locks that kept Face imprisoned. With his dick finally free, he was able to actually grow and gain a rock hard erection.
Hannibal flicked the head and pre-cum went flying across the room. Then he backed off on Face and started up the cameras; "I've always fantasized about having you to myself during one of these photo shoots, I hope you don't mind helping me out with this?" Hannibal asked.
Face shook his head. He was hard, finally he'd be able to cum.
Hannibal took out a cigar and lit up. He took a long breath. Part of his fantasy was smoking while he tortured Face sexually. The ass was looking beautifully round and glowed red from previous abuse and he couldn't help but go looking for something to spank Face with, again. He wouldn't be too hard on the boy. It was just too hard to pass up. He smirked to himself as he pulled off his belt. He slapped it against his hand a few times.
Face moaned and shook his head.
"I won't do it for long, or too hard, I just want a few shots," Hannibal explained.
Face wasn't abel to do anything bout it anyway, being tied up as he was.
Hannibal stepped into the best position where all the cameras' could get good shots of the belt lash out against rosy red cheeks. He was quick, and ten simple strikes fell across, up and down Face's ass.
His boy was yelling by the time it was over. Hannibal put his belt back on and then fished out a calming balm from his pants pocket. He squeezed out a good amount of the white lotion. And then he gently rubbed it across Face' ass. Face relaxed now that the pain in his butt was diminishing thanks to the lotion. It felt cool and he wished he knew what it was. He'd have put some on earlier before his session with Decker.
Then Hannibal went to the sink and washed his hands. Face heard him seconds later with fresh hands go through the toy box. Hannibal seemed giddy as he pulled something out; "Nipple clamps..." he told Face, "These look beautiful on you.
Face groaned. Hannibal was approaching. He ran a finger over Face's body before he knelt on the floor. Face gasped when two fingers pinched a nipple; it was twisted slightly, but not cruelly. Hannibal fingered it until it stood at a peak. He lent forwards and ran his tongue around the nipple.
"When we get back to your room tonight..." Hannibal whispered. He attached the nipple clamp to Face's damp nipple. Face gasped. "I'm going to use these nipples against you," and it was a promise Face wanted him to keep. Badly.
Hannibal circled to the other side. He pinched and twisted the neglected nipple. He licked it as well before fitting the nipple clamp. Face jerked this way and that. These were not his favorite toy in the world. Hannibal sat back and watched as he pulled on the chain connecting both clamps to the other. Face felt the pain turn into pleasure and it went straight to his cock.
"Okay," Hannibal stood and circled back and around to stand behind Face. "Now, I'm going to milk you,"
His hand was warm and it felt so good. He palmed Face's cock and few times and before Face knew it, he was spewing his seed all over the places. It hit the back of his legs and he could feel it dripping down his skin. Hannibal didn't stop pumping him. He simply kept at it until Face was hard, again. He didn't bother to hold Face off the thresh hold as Face was built up to another orgasm. Face came again. He was sweating and groaning through the entire time. His balls still felt heavy and Hannibal hadn't stopped.
Face did, however, feel something poke against his hole. It wasn't hard, or made of plastic and it wasn't Hannibal's extensive length. Instead. it was soft and pokey and it tickled. He tried to get away from it. But it swirled across his spazzing hole. He couldn't help the giggle that emitted against the gag. He figured it was a feather as it traced the cleft of his ass up and down several times. His cock was once more hard and Hannibal still hadn't stopped pumping him. Face came once more.
"I want to put you back into the cock cage before I fuck you. But I want to make sure you cum dry a time or two," Hannibal explained. Face just groaned.
"After this, you won't have to work for Jonah again. I want you all to myself. If you agree we finish this, you get your cut of the money from Jonah and we go home together tomorrow. But if not. I'll lock you into the cock cage and glue the locks. You won't be able to ever cum again unless you cut it off," Hannibal warned.
That wasn't much a choice but Face knew what he wanted. And it'd be nice not to have to do work like this. So, he nodded his head vigorously. Hannibal was getting him hard, again. He wiggled within his bonds as Hannibal kept him going towards completion. This time, he didn't let out as much seed and his balls were feeling lighter.
The feather kept tickling his hole. Face hadn't known he was so sensitive there.
It had to be the oddest thing that anyone had ever done to him; he heard about tickle torture during sex, and a lot of people loved it. He'd admit to reading up on it online himself. He hoped Hannibal wouldn't do that though. He was pretty sore all ready. and horny as hell. He groaned and tried to move into Hannibal's hands. The pillory would't allow him that freedom. Hannibal chuckled. His new Lover was so responsive and sexy being at his mercy - Hannibal knew he'd tie the younger man up a lot.
Face felt the urge pool in his stomach, and the need to cum overwhelmed him. Nothing stopped him from letting go of his essence. He was unable to watch, thanks to the blindfold, as the cream slopped to the floor. There was all ready a huge puddle around his feet. Hannibal didn't stop pulling on his dick. It took a long time before he even felt himself become hard again. And it was over in almost that same amount of time only this time was dry.
He felt Hannibal feed his cock into the metal sheathe; his balls were pulled through the ring and then he heard the clicking of the lock. It felt heavier than he remembered it. Hannibal patted Face's hip; "It's a different lock, and you can't get to the key hole on this one,"
Face groaned; but it still excited him. Now that he was spent, he felt better being locked back into the cage.
Hannibal tugged at his belt again, and then he unzipped his pants. He was so hot and hard he knew he would last long inside Face but he didn't care. He took out normal KY jelly to use. He squeezed it into Face and slipped a finger inside. Face gripped his finger hard and Hannibal almost came just from that sensation. He slipped his finger out ; he waisted no time in pushing the head of his cock inside. Thanks to all the stretching Face had gone through in recent hours, Hannibal wasn't worried about tearing the boy from not stretching him then and there.
He pushed inside Face but he wasn't willing to go slow. Instead he pounded inside as fast as he could. The warmth felt like heaven on his dick and he moaned. Below him Face wiggled in his bonds. He was getting lightning flashes of pleasure through his veins. His cock tried to be interested, even though all the seed had been emptied from his body. The sheathe did its job of course, but Face didn't care. Hannibal deserved this for spending so much time and effort in making him cum.
Hannibal thrust inwards one last time and then his seed was being spilt into Face at a break neck speed. He stayed inside Face for long moments before pulling out. He tucked himself back into his pants. He then left Face for a few moments as he grabbed the backpack hiding behind the crate of toys. From it he brought out the butt plug they used the night before. And a harness.
He had Face out of the pillory in seconds. He left the wrist bindings and blindfold on as he pushed the butt plug home. The harness was simple. There was a crotch shield that went over the cock cage easily. The crotch strap went up and between Face's butt cheeks like a really thick thong and locked int he back. Hannibal then synched the belts together tightly and locked those as well.
Finally, he undid the gag; "Face?"
"I'm okay," Face lent into the hard body that held him softly. "Honest."
"Let's get cleaned up and go back to the room," Hannibal suggested as he undid the cuffs around Face's wrists. Once free Face took the blindfold off himself. He got his first look at the chastity belt and shook his head. Hannibal had to be one hell of a jealous man if he was willy to go this far.
"So. I guess this means we need to figure out who's moving in with who and where," Face said. The nipple clamps came off next. He hissed as the pain blossomed. It really hurt. Hence why he disliked them. Hannibal put these into a pocket.
"I live in LA," Hannibal replied.
"What a coincidence, so do I," Face smirked.
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TWO WEEKS LATER
Face was stretched out at the side of the pool sun bathing. The belt was snugly locked around his middle. But he could swim in it and he could shower in it. Hannibal was grilling steaks near by and Face knew they were going to have some marvelous sex.
He looked over at Hannibal, and flicked down his shades so that he could see over the top. Hannibal wore tight shorts that showed off a lot of leg, no shirt and was barefoot. He smiled at Face when he noticed the younger man looking him up and down.
"Hannibal, have I ever told you how much I love you?" Face asked.
"Not yet," Hannibal replied.
"I will, one day," Face promised.
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Accidents Happen
Fandom - A-Team
Pairing - Hannibal/Face
Rating - NC17
Warning - spanking, sex, some bdsm and non con.
Summary - Quite by accident, Face gets caught during an experimental bondage session. Fun times ensue. and yes, this is AU.
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The room was dark. The city light's drowned out the stars and full moon that blanketed the earth. Below, people were milling about the Strip deciding where to go gambling next, where to shop or where to rest their weary feet. Face sat in the lounge of his pent house sweet. He was in Las Vegas for an erotic photo shoot for Giovani. A magazine that catered to homosexual's who liked their porn to be tasteful.
He sipped a martini and wondered at the darkness. He was tired, but wasn't able to sleep even though he knew he should. The photographer wanted to get some BDSM and kink photos the next day and he'd told Face to get aquatinted with some of the props. They actually had real Police issued hand cuffs, a nice looking butt plug, a cock ring, a gag, and a paddle. He also knew he'd be poising with another model. He had to wonder though, at how tasteful these would be.
He sighed and drained the glass and then he wondered towards the bed. He was no stranger to toys. He picked the butt plug up first. It was bigger than what he usually wore. As big as a soda can with a round top. It was black with some give to it. He shrugged. It was new out of the package and he knew that the toys would be cleaned before the photo shoot and after. Yet he had a bucket and some clorox bleach to soak them in after he used them before bed.
He was all ready naked. He'd been semi nude all day, but he was a closet exhibitionist; he sat down on the bed and picked up the lube. It had a weird name "Tickling gel". It smelled like cinnamon. He opened the cap and smeared a bunch on the plug. Then he reached between his legs and pushed some of the left overs into his entrance. It was cool, but then it began to heat up as he pushed it further inside and stretched himself. He then began to wiggle and he understood the name of the lube.
This tickling sensation inside him didn't stop him from sitting on the plug. Slowly he worked it inside. The gel was beginning to become painful as it was worked into his muscles. But, he knew he'd rather feel it on his own before someone applied it for him the next day. He'd be tied down and the model playing the dominant roll would be pushing this lube inside him. He sighed as the head of the dildo finally popped in. Yet there was a lot to go. If he wore it all night it'd go in easier at the shoot. So he proceeded to slowly feed it into his hot ass. He raised up a little and then lowered. This movement helped the butt plug to stretch him. He was gasping by the time it was seated all the way in. Then he picked up the cock ring.
It was a sheath that he had to feed his cock into. But it wouldn't work with it full. He looked around for inspiration, and found it because there was a bucket of ice. That'd work. He could order another bucket from room service at any time. He wobbled over to the coffee table. It was at the right height and all he had to do was dunk his dick into the cold. It worked wonders. He was then able to get the metal sheath over his cock. A band encircled his balls and he pulled it tight and then he locked it down.
It was then that he realized that it wasn't a cock ring at all. It was a cock cage. Now he couldn't masturbate. He sighed and went looking for the key. The butt plug worked his insides and made it hard for him to walk, or kneel down to see if he lost the key under the bed. He growled. He'd die before he called a lock smith to get the damned thing off him. He'd have to get his picks out and do it himself.
But then he found the note, it was in the box that the toys came in.
Dear Face,
Sorry about the key to the cock cage. I have it. I need you to put it on tonight. I'll give you the key tomorrow after the shoot. Have fun.
Jonah
Face swore to kill the bastard.
But only because he knew would have refused on set and Jonah knew this; hence the horrible misconception. He should have looked it up online. Now he felt just plain stupid. The adage; "Accidents happen" flitted through his mind but it didn't help that he felt horribly stupid. He'd have to talk to Jonah tomorrow. That ass was going to get it. He can't play his star model in such childish ways.
He flopped down on the bed. The butt plug moved a bit and he cringed. His cock was trying to gain it's girth again, but the sheath worked like a charm and he wasn't able to grow; nor orgasm. Now he had all night with the butt plug and he couldn't get off. This had to be a trick. Jonah was trying for something horribly kinky for tomorrow.
Face sighed and tried to figure out if it was worth it. He did have his picks and he could get the lock open. It was a standard lock. And he'd done this on other toys before. It'd serve Jonah right. He growled and sat up in bed. He began to march/waddle over the dresser - he still hadn't become accustomed to the butt plug and he had to make sure to do a lot of practice with it before he cleaned it up. If Jonah thought he could make him keep that in all night he had another thing coming. After all. His note said shit about that staying in him. It was probably a trade off. The cock cage for the butt plug.
He was search through the top drawer when he heard something in the living room. It sounded like the one window that wouldn't close. For a high end super hotel it was kinda of funny. Face shook his head, it had to be some stray bird.
Still....he grabbed the terry cotton robe, feeling quite embarrassed by locking himself into the cock cage - and then he poked his head out into the living room area of the suite. Nothing. Only shadows and the bright neon lights of the Strip met his sharp gaze. He was about to shake it off and then he saw the shadow move. It was fast and he found himself on his back with an older man on top. He had silver white hair, and strange blue eyes. But he was handsome. Shaven, and he had a gun in his hand.
"I don't know you," Face said. "And I don't want to know you," he added.
"Where is Michael Tipton?" the man asked.
"The business guru who sells all those self help books?" Face questioned.
"Yes,"
"I don't know. I mean, I know he's supposed to be here for that conference down stairs, but I'm here for a photo shoot. I haven't ever seen the guy except for the picture on the back of his books," Face replied.
The man gave a grunt. But Face could feel the man's hard dick. He frowned, putting two and two together.
"How long have you been watching me?" Face asked.
"Since you put the cage on," the man above him smirked.
"And you think you're gonna get some?" another frown, deeper this time.
"I think so," the man smirked and nudged the gun a bit into Face's side. Face sighed. "Put it away, all you had to do was ask," he winked. "I remember you from the bar downstairs. I bet our room numbers got mixed up by someone, hence why you're in my room. Unless you were looking at me the whole time...?"
The man chuckled; "Smart, kid,"
"Face," he corrected, "Call me Face, everyone does,"
"I'm Hannibal,"
Face blinked. And blinked again. "Wait...as in the Assassin?"
"Yes," and then Hannibal was undoing the robe. Naked except for the cock cage and butt plug, Face was at Hannibal's mercy and he couldn't quite say he didn't like it. His sudden willingness was strange, even for him, but he wouldn't mind a good fucking right now. He blamed the butt plug. He blamed Jonah for putting him in this position. If he wasn't fucking high on sexual needs, he wouldn't have agreed to be Hannibal's bitch.
After all, the man had the gun, was a known assassin and was very much used to being in charge. Face knew he wouldn't have a chance in a hand to hand fight. Even if he could fight, he was sure this man could kick his ass.
"Are you sure?" Hannibal asked.
"Wait...are you willing to walk away?"
"I'm hoping you'll let me fuck you, and spank you. That paddle looks like it needs to be used and you are one beautiful man. I might just have to keep you," Hannibal is smiling now.
"But we don't know each other," Face gaped.
"So? you don't know the guys you partner with in your shoots do you?"
"I'm not doing porn," Face glared, "It's tasteful art,"
"I don't care what you call it, but I am right," Hannibal cocked his head to the side. Face thought about it, and then nodded. Hannibal was right, he did a lot of stuff with those guys, trusting they were all clean and he'd had a scare or two in his time.
"Why me?" he asked as Hannibal helped him up to his feet and steered him towards the bed.
"Oh, I'm a fan, you can say," Hannibal replied mischievously. "The magazine might be for the clients who can't take the dirt that porn is, but it's very much wank worthy and I just have to see if you're in the issue of the month. Your shoots have gotten very kinky lately..." Hannibal chuckled.
"Erm...yeah..." Face nodded.
"On the bed, on your front," Hannibal ordered. Face complied. And then Hannibal found the cuffs and in second Face was secured to the headboard. Now he was committed.
"I'm very disappointed, there aren't a lot of toys here," Hannibal clucked his tongue.
"Ah..." Face tried but was unable to come up with any sort of excuse.
"And I can't play with your cock but I'm kinda liking it. I'll have to get the key from your friend, which means that I'll have to visit you a lot more often," He rather liked that idea and he patted Face's ass gently as a pity pat. Face shivered. The thought of being under Hannibal's control was...appealing.
"Oh my god..." Face moaned.
"What's wrong?" Hannibal questioned. He was feeling up the paddle. It was good quality leather and he wanted to make Face wiggle and scream. He also wanted to see the young man cry from the spanking he was going to get. For a first time it was a little much. But...he really wanted to see how well the paddle worked.
"I...just...can't believe that I want you to get the key. I must be crazy," he groaned.
"I can get the key later," Hannibal promised, "and you won't get out of it tomorrow, you're friend won't know where it went and then I'll visit you again tomorrow night, how does that sound?" Hannibal questioned. Then, he swung the paddle.
Leather-on-skin had a weird sound to it. It sounded like skin-on-skin but different. Face wasn't able to say how different. He jerked and the cuffs jingled as he pulled against them. Hannibal spanked him again. The two were simple testing. The pain came later and Face's cock was trying to get hard.
Hannibal had said he was a fan, right? Face thought, this meant that Hannibal knew his kinks as well. At the end of every magazine they published their bio's and part of that was a small list of kinks. Spanking was at the top of his and was on the agenda for tomorrow. So, not only was he gonna get spanked tonight, but he was gonna get it from the Dominant model a few hours later. He was going to have a sore butt for a few days but he knew he was going to love it. Especially since he can't get hard.
"Do you mind if I give this spanking my all?" Hannibal questioned, "I want to see you cry,"
"Oh..." Face tried to speak as Hannibal struck him again. "Okay." but what else was he going to say? he loved it, and no one had ever gone that far. No one had ever cried. "If you make me cry, I'm yours for life," and it wasn't a joke. Because he'd always wanted someone to do it. And though it was a weird criteria for starting a relationship with someone - Hannibal looked like he was going to deliver.
Hannibal crawled up onto the bed. He undid his shirt and let it plop to the floor; Face craned his neck so that he could see. The older man was muscular and Face wanted to touch. He could see the muscles move under scarred skin. Hannibal kept in shape and that just made him all the more beautiful to Face.
Hannibal toed off his shoes; each plopped to the soft carpet. He then took a pillow from the mound on the bed and urged Face up slightly onto his knees. Enough so that he could settle the pillow under the younger man. Face settled down and waited. Now he was growing nervous. This was stupid. Really stupid.
"Okay, pick out a safe word, kid," Hannibal ordered as he smelt the paddle. It had the new leather scent which was just as good as the new car scent and it went straight to his cock, which grew to length within the confines of his jeans.
"Ah..." Face licked his lips, "Pine apple," he replied.
Hannibal chuckled.
And then he struck. It was't a test shot, it was slightly harder and the pain blossomed across the bit of skin. It left a red mark as well and Hannibal apologized by kissing the spot he'd taken the paddle too. Face sighed at the soft and gentle touch. Hannibal struck the other cheek. Face jerked and air hissed through his teeth. He felt a kiss being placed there as well. It was weird because he'd never had anyone kiss his ass before.
SMACK-SMACK-SMACK
The sound of leather-to-skin echoed int he silence of the room. Face grunted and jerked at each strike. There weren't any kisses this time as Hannibal again spanked him three times five seconds after the first three. Face breathed deep. His cock really wanted to get interested. It kept pushing against the confines of the stainless steel cock cage. It kept him obedient though. He just wasn't going to gain any sort of ejaculation until Hannibal allowed it. It was the sexiest thought Face ever had and a heat waved ran the length of his limbs.
"What are you thinking about?" Hannibal asked, "tell me honestly,"
"Ah...I'm thinking about...not being able to cum tomorrow, because you're going to get the key to the cage and..."
"And what?" Hannibal asked.
"I love the way you spank me..." Face moaned in embarrassment. None of his previous Lovers had ever asked him what he felt during a scene. It didn't diminish the hot-ness of the scene. It just added to it. And cemented in Face's mind that Hannibal was a natural Dom, and knew exactly what he was doing.
Hannibal chuckled; "good."
The next minute was taken up by the paddle-to-ass action. Hannibal concentrated on the crease between thigh and ass. It was the most painful and soon had Face yelling. He jerked forwards and on the cuffs, trying to get away. But not once did he drop the safe word. He was tempted just to see. But that'd ruin it. He wanted to see if Hannibal could make him cry. And Hannibal seemed to be enjoying it. He had no reason to kill Face - and the added semi-threat just made the whole thing a bit more forbidden.
The pain grew. It tingled and felt like nails beings dragged across his skin with each smooth touch of the leather paddle. From Hannibal's point of view, it was one beautiful site. The ass in front of him wiggles and the chime of the cuff chain sang in perfect rhythm. Face was gasping in pain. But moaning in pleasure and frustration because his cock just couldn't fill and he couldn't cum. It was the most perfect scenario Hannibal had ever come across and he wasn't going to let the boy before him go. At all. Nope. He knew he'd be visiting this boy again, and possibly they could actually have a great relationship aside from the sex and the kink.
He'd been lonely so long, and here was someone who shared some kinks with him. Yeah, he was going to pursue this one. Hannibal raised the paddle again and moved upwards. Face had a perfect round ass that bounced with each smack of the paddle. The skin was a very light pink, until one got to the crease of thighs and butt where the skin turned a more dark red because Hannibal had spent such a long time in those spots. He worked on one cheek for a few seconds. Just taking his time. He loved all the soft sounds Face made - even the yelling. But the kid was no where to tears yet. It might take a second session. But they had a few hours yet.
A bit of the butt plug peeped out of Face's stretched hole. With his free hand Hannibal fingered it. Then he smiled. He moved so that he sat between Face's legs and he switched hand so that he could work on the right butt cheek. With his left hand free now. He moved the plug out a bit and then inside. He struck the cheek on each thrust inwards of the plug. Face lunged and settled as Hannibal played with him.
The pain induced pleasure was overwhelming and Face shuddered. Each strike of the paddle on the inwards thrust of the butt plug was heaven for him. He'd have cummed so hard right then if he could, but it continued and he just wasn't able. It was so frustrating but kinky at the same time.
He felt the tears prick at his eyes and he closed them hard. He wasn't going to cry. He just wasn't. He was going to make Hannibal work for it. Hard. Then it all stopped. He felt Hannibal move behind him. The clank of a belt, the sipping of a zipper. The soft crunches of clothing and a flop to the floor at the end of the bed.
Then he felt the butt plug being pulled from the hole. It hurt a bit. It was so big going in that he hadn't even thought how it'd feel coming out. But Hannibal worked it and worked it. It popped out and he felt his muscles clench at nothing. He moaned at the loss. Then he felt more lube being pumped into him. It started to burn and he really had to stop himself from letting tears drop. Hannibal would win and he wasn't going to let the older man win.
Hannibal chuckled. The only lube he could find was the 'tickling gel'. He not only put a generous amount into Face, again, but also on his hard and aching cock. He fisted his cock a bit. The lube started to burn but Hannibal loved the feeling. Then he made Face spread his legs further as he slowly fed his cock into the opened and awaiting hole.
They moaned at the same time, murmuring each other's names.
"Please....please...Hannibal...?" Face tried to thrust back but Hannibal was strong and the hands on Face's hips held the boy down so that Face had no room to control the rhythm. Hannibal's cock head popped inside and he stilled.
"What do you want Face?" Hannibal asked.
"F-fuck me please! please! I need you right now!" Face all but demanded in a breathy whimper. Face wiggled under Hannibal's grip, trying his hardest to get the older man to just forget his self-restraint and fuck him into the mattress.
Hannibal pushed inwards. He was bigger and longer than the butt plug, but it was a good thing Face'd worn it, he didn't have to do the prep now. He smiled as he sank ever so nicely into Face. He would have to find a locking harness for Face and this butt plug. Because it was the perfect fit for his boy.
Face was whimpering nonsense now, words of demands and pure want. He was sweating and fidgeting. Hannibal moved upwards, but still in control of his thrusts. He lay on Face's back and got the perfect angle to attack the boy's neck. He licked upwards first, and then the shell of Face's ear. He pulled out a bit and thrust back in. He hit that spot inside which made Face howl in need.
"Pleasepleasepleaseplease..." Face reiterated over and over again. He was so far gone it was the only thing he could think of to say.
Hannibal pulled out, waited a second, and pushed in. He loved the feeling of the warmth surrounding him. How beautiful it felt. He was ruined now. He'd only ever want Face and he was going to make Face only ever want him. He then latched onto Face's neck. He sucked on the skin there. The sweat was salty but it was so natural; so Face. He sucked the skin into his mouth and gently chewed on it as he slowly, very slowly, pulled in and out of Face.
The boy couldn't cum unless Hannibal picked the lock and he wasn't about to do that. They'd all ready agreed that Face would wear the cock cage until the next night. And then Hannibal was going to watch Face cum on his cock. He groaned and couldn't help but up the ante. It was what Face was looking for, who was gasping and writhing. Trying to get off but unable.
Hannibal still kept it at a moderate pace. He loved the feeling of Face gripping his cock. He loved the feeling of hot skin under his hips, groin and upper legs. He shivered and then he wasn't able to hold back. At all. His seed flooded the insides of Face.
And then he noticed, after a few seconds of breathing deep and sucking sweet skin, that Face was crying. It was over but the frustration was there. And i looked beautiful on the boy.
Hannibal pulled out. He lubed up the butt plug, because the previous lube had almost dire dup now, and then he pushed it into Face. The boy flailed and groaned but took it anyway. Hannibal crawled up the bed and flung an arm around Face's waist.
"I would love to stay, but I still have a job to do," he kissed Face. His lips were soft and tasted of lip balm. Face sniffed and nodded.
"I'll let you go though. You still have a job to do..."
"Thanks, Hannibal..."
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Face stood in the shower. Sore as hell and frustrated. It was morning, he'd gotten two hours of sleep after Hannibal had left. But he kept thinking about the following night. Tonight, in fact. His older Lover was going to come to him again and he was going to do anything Hannibal wanted just to get an ejaculation.
He smiled though, the scene they had was hot and he could still feel the seed dribble down his legs. He'd have to clean himself out with an enema before the shoot. It was protocol. but maybe he could get Hannibal to fill him up again. After this shoot he was going to return to LA. Try to get another job with the same magazine. But, he and Hannibal could have a week in-between just for them.
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Decker looked angry. Face lounged in a director's chair with a glass of orange juice. He'd only been five minutes late but Decker hated anyone being late. It was just the three of them. Jonah was taking the pictures, Decker was the Dom and Face was going to be tied up and kinked-out.
"I see you were with someone last night," Decker pointed at the hickie. It was as big as China. Face wasn't willing to be embarrassed about it.
"I found a new Lover, he just wanted to let me know who I belonged to, is all," Face shrugged.
"It's hot," Jonah said. He was putting the last touches on the set. It was sparse and grey. The lighting low. There was a bench sitting in the middle of the scene. It had cuffs for hands and feet and was raised higher than waist height.
"Now, Rod, go get dressed in the leather. I'll get Face tied up," Jonah said as he rubbed his hands together. Face sighed and hurriedly finished his juice and food. Decker nodded and went off to the dressed room that was a simple curtain but it served its purpose.
"Don't worry about him," Jonah said as he led Face over to the bench. He had Face over it Face down. "He's just jealous, I mean, you guys had been together for a while right?"
"Yeah," Face muttered as his hands were cuffed. Then his feet. His butt was now held high in the air and Jonah and Decker could now see the previous spanking. Jonah whistled; "Who's this new guy?"
"Not telling, he's not in the industry," Face replied.
Jonah sighed and walked over to the camera that sat on a tripod. He had three or four around the permitter of the set. He smirked as he set about getting a gag from the box of toys he'd brought along; "Oh...ah...I lost the key to the cock cage," he informed Face.
"Oh did you?" Face growled. Playing as if he totally didn't know Hannibal had some how stolen the key before. This proved it but Face wasn't going to tell Jonah that; he had to have some secrets in a profession where everything was bared quite literally.
"I don't know where it's gone. I could have sworn I put it on the bedside table last night before I went to sleep, but in the morning it wasn't there," Jonah came over. He poked Face's cheek. Face opened his mouth and the cock gag slid home. Jonah buckled it on and then he stood and took a look over at the curtained off dressing room to see if Decker was ready.
The man stepped out in leather pants, high boots, and an open vest. He had a cop-styled hat wedged on his head; fingerless gloves adorned his big hands. The outfit slimmed him somewhat and showcased the man's muscles.
"Ooooh, this is going to be the featured shoot this month," Jonah rubbed his hands together. Then he bound over to the his camera. Decker joined him. The photo shoot always started with pictures of the bound sub. Jonah would adjust the angles so that he got every nuance of the set up.
Decker meanwhile pursued the toy box. He pulled out a black leather crop. He swung it a few times. Face jerked, thinking the kink part was starting far too soon. His butt was still slightly pink from a spanking he'd all ready received from his mysterious new partner. Decker tried not to be jealous. He and Face had five wonderful years together. But, they just couldn't get along. They fought more than they had sex. And then, besides the photo shoots, they decided to break it off. It was a good and bad thing really. Decker knew he wanted what they had during the honeymoon period of their relationship, but now he'd found Lynch and...yes. He was happier with his new Lover of two years.
Lynch was a sexy bastard and he always loved to see the new shoots. Especially those with Face because he had suggestions. And Decker wrote those down to give to Jonah who loved them as well. The fun part was keeping this list a secret. This time, the cock cage had been the surprise. And then Jonah had gone and lost the key.
The lock wasn't a normal lock. It needed three to unlock it. But Face could pick it open if he sent his mind to it. Decker was really glad to see that Face was still wearing it. He thought about glueing the locks permanently but that was a bit much for a romance gone wrong.
"Okay, Rod, you can get in and start whenever you want," Jonah called. He was resetting the last camera. Decker studied the angles. This wasn't anything simple or straightforward, he had to be aware of where each and every camera was facing. He had to take longer to do something at just the right moment.
"I'm setting all the camera's to flutter. That way you guys will be focus the entire time and more pictures can be taken. I'm so glad I finally read the hand manual to these things. That means more shots in less the time," he winked. Then he set them off.
Decker stepped into the set. He stood there; knowing that there had to be some shots of him and crop. He swung it a few times into his hand. And then he stepped closer to Face. The man was struggling now. Either knowing this was going to hurt, or playing it up for the cameras.
Then he struck out, fast and with no mercy. Face howled behind the gag. Decker stood next to the bench and smirked. It'd been a while since they had a photo shoot. Face should know by then not to do anything kinky before hand; Decker struck the pinked butt a few more times. Breaking blood vessels and turning the skin red.
"Don't be too hard,"Jonah warned, "I need him for a second photo shoot today,"
"I'll do it just the same as always, that's how you make your money, right?" Decker growled. He went from Face's lower back ad down his right butt cheek in quick concession. The boy wiggled and howled because Decker wasn't being gentle at all. The crop moved across the skin that way twice before moving to the crease and downwards. He was getting hard from the cries of pain. He knew that these shots would be the best of the shoot. He was the most sadistic Dom the magazine employed and that's what the audience wanted.
He slapped the upper thigh a few more times before he walked around to the other side. He bent down so that he could speak into Face's ear.
"Now I bet you wished you hadn't gotten so kinky with your new guy,"
Face growled, but Decker just laughed. He straightened and went to work on the left butt cheek and thigh. Face growled, yelled and wiggled in his bonds as each harsh strike landed on his abused posterior. Decker was enjoying this far too much and Face decided he'd have to insister to know who the Dom Model in these shoots were going to be from now the fuck on.
He could hear the continuing whirring of the cameras; Decker backed off and Face could also hear him going through the toy box. He was almost a sniveling mess. The difference between Hannibal spanking him and Decker was that at least Hannibal wanted to give him some sort of pleasure from it, while Decker simply wanted pain. There were issues that were all based on the pain. And those sold huge. Jonah will be doing a shit ton of apologizing and Champaign pouring if he knew what was good for him.
"No, don't use that!" Jonah almost sound panicked. Decker didn't listen. He opened the tube of Bengay and slathered it onto a dildo. "Do you want to sell a good volume or don't you?" he growled. Jonah grunted.
Face sighed. If things got too much he knew Jonah could handle Decker. He grit his teeth around the plug in his mouth. He felt the cool lube being drizzled onto his ass and hole. The coolness helped the pain a bit. But then it started to heat up. It was worse inside. Decker didn't bother doing much stretching. He'd worn a butt plug for most of the night anyway, so he knew he wouldn't tear. But Decker wasn't gentle at all as he pushed the fat dildo inside Face.
Then he flipped the switch and the dildo started buzzing. Face wiggled within the bindings. His insides were heating up. It was a cruel to play on him. He thought he'd be subjected to the cinnamon tickle from the evening before. No! they had to go hard core on him. He started yelling behind the plug, but the buzzing and the stinging went on for ages.
"Use a condom, Decker," Jonah said, rather forcefully. Decker just laughed as he stepped back into the set. He undid the zip on the leather pants. His cock was huge, almost as big as Hannibal's. Lacking two or three inches, but Face knew Decker could be deadly with it. He grunted and still yanked on the cuffs that bound him. He knew that by now he'd have been hard. He'd probably have cummed as well. The cock cage was starting to hurt though.
He heard, rather than saw, Decker put the condom on. Deck circled him a couple of times. Taunting him. Then, he slowly took out the dildo. The buzzing stopped and it was placed into a bucket of hot water and bleach. Decker returned and pushed right into Face.
Face grunted and squirmed. Decker just poked that spot in him that sent pleasure through his limbs. He moaned at that. Decker's inward thrusting always jabbed that spot. Face knew Decker loved to see that he couldn't get hard. No matter how hard his cock tried to fill,t he sheathe was too small and contracted on his penis. Making it painful to get hard.
He grunted and was jerked a bit on the thrusts. Decker was trying to make it last. He knew. Jonah was moaning, and Face could tell that the photographer was getting off himself. Now, if only he could cum, that'd make his day. And what had Jonah said about a second shoot? he'd have to cross spanking off that one. He didn't think his butt could take anymore. Even the bengay was going to get washed out as soon as possible. It hurt. And coupled with Decker reaming him hard - he'd probably have to suck Hannibal off later instead of letting the older man take him.
Soon, Decker filled the condom. He pulled out and took it off. Slowly, for the camera. Then he threw it into the trash.
"That was great," Jonah said. Decker made for the curtained off area. Face waited for Jonah to undo the bindings but the man didn't even bother with him.
"Here we go," he was saying to Decker, "ten thousand,"
"Thanks," Decker muttered.
He was changed and out of the ware house in minutes. Jonah then set about rolling out plastic on the floor. He then brought over an IV holder. Face grumbled behind the gag.
"We have a private client. He wants a specialized photo shoot with you. He paid me twenty thousand. So there. Of course, you get half of it," Jonah patted Face's ass. He cringed. The skin was hot and Face made a pained little noise.
Jonah shook his head. He made for the sink in the corner of the room and filled up the enema bag. It had a long hose connected to it. The water was cold and he added some soap to it. It'd take at least three to clean out the bengay. Which was why he didn't want Decker to use it anyway. He brought with him a wet cloth. He put the bag on the hook, but before he started the first enema - he took the cloth to Face's butt. Softly cleaning the skin.
"Nothing broken. I'll tell the client not to spank you," Jonah said. Then Face felt the nozzle at his hole. It was pushed in and the water began to flow. Face groaned. He'd much rather do this privately. He was going to have to beat Jonah's ass.
While Face was taking the first enema. Jonah went about replacing the memory cards on the camera's. He changed up the angles. The client didn't want him to see anything that happened. So the client had also handed over the amount of memory cards Jonah needed for the cameras. All the client had to do was take them after the photo shoot was over. He wouldn't be there for it at all - he'd be waiting outside.
He changed an angle here or there. Then he removed the nozzle. "Hold that now, Face, ten minutes," and then he flapped off to the snack table he had in the corner of the room where the clothing changes were located as well. He had some juice and a doughnut; while he watched Face wiggled, trying to keep the water in and become comfortable at the same time.
He smirked. He'd have to make sure to do an enema shoot with Face in the future. He was just so cute tied up like this.
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Face was tired by the time the client arrived. He was frustrated because he hadn't been able to get an erection or ejaculate. He was blind folded and still gagged. He was tied with his hands behind his back. And his balls caught in the pillory behind him so that he was bent in half. The pillory had a heavy and stable plate of steel it was attached too - it would tip over. He couldn't get away either without pulling his balls apart from his body.
He hear the low whistle before he felt the hand on his ass; "Pretty,"
Face tried to say something behind the gag.
Hannibal chuckled; "Did he make you cry?" he asked, and was that a bit of jealousy popping up in his tone? Hannibal supposed it was. He knew from the beginning what sort of job Face kept. It was all safe. He knew because he had spied on the session. He'd have preferred that Decker be gentle, but he wasn't going to step in unless it got to be too much. And though Face wiggled and complained, he'd taken worse and Hannibal had seen the evidence for his own two eyes.
Hannibal palmed the abused posterior. He bent and kissed each cheek. Face sighed. He knew he was safe. But he didn't know what Hannibal was going to do to him. That was okay. The surprise was always erotic and made things better.
"I've got the key's. Face. I can let you out..." And Hannibal did. No promises had to be made. He just unlocked the three locks that kept Face imprisoned. With his dick finally free, he was able to actually grow and gain a rock hard erection.
Hannibal flicked the head and pre-cum went flying across the room. Then he backed off on Face and started up the cameras; "I've always fantasized about having you to myself during one of these photo shoots, I hope you don't mind helping me out with this?" Hannibal asked.
Face shook his head. He was hard, finally he'd be able to cum.
Hannibal took out a cigar and lit up. He took a long breath. Part of his fantasy was smoking while he tortured Face sexually. The ass was looking beautifully round and glowed red from previous abuse and he couldn't help but go looking for something to spank Face with, again. He wouldn't be too hard on the boy. It was just too hard to pass up. He smirked to himself as he pulled off his belt. He slapped it against his hand a few times.
Face moaned and shook his head.
"I won't do it for long, or too hard, I just want a few shots," Hannibal explained.
Face wasn't abel to do anything bout it anyway, being tied up as he was.
Hannibal stepped into the best position where all the cameras' could get good shots of the belt lash out against rosy red cheeks. He was quick, and ten simple strikes fell across, up and down Face's ass.
His boy was yelling by the time it was over. Hannibal put his belt back on and then fished out a calming balm from his pants pocket. He squeezed out a good amount of the white lotion. And then he gently rubbed it across Face' ass. Face relaxed now that the pain in his butt was diminishing thanks to the lotion. It felt cool and he wished he knew what it was. He'd have put some on earlier before his session with Decker.
Then Hannibal went to the sink and washed his hands. Face heard him seconds later with fresh hands go through the toy box. Hannibal seemed giddy as he pulled something out; "Nipple clamps..." he told Face, "These look beautiful on you.
Face groaned. Hannibal was approaching. He ran a finger over Face's body before he knelt on the floor. Face gasped when two fingers pinched a nipple; it was twisted slightly, but not cruelly. Hannibal fingered it until it stood at a peak. He lent forwards and ran his tongue around the nipple.
"When we get back to your room tonight..." Hannibal whispered. He attached the nipple clamp to Face's damp nipple. Face gasped. "I'm going to use these nipples against you," and it was a promise Face wanted him to keep. Badly.
Hannibal circled to the other side. He pinched and twisted the neglected nipple. He licked it as well before fitting the nipple clamp. Face jerked this way and that. These were not his favorite toy in the world. Hannibal sat back and watched as he pulled on the chain connecting both clamps to the other. Face felt the pain turn into pleasure and it went straight to his cock.
"Okay," Hannibal stood and circled back and around to stand behind Face. "Now, I'm going to milk you,"
His hand was warm and it felt so good. He palmed Face's cock and few times and before Face knew it, he was spewing his seed all over the places. It hit the back of his legs and he could feel it dripping down his skin. Hannibal didn't stop pumping him. He simply kept at it until Face was hard, again. He didn't bother to hold Face off the thresh hold as Face was built up to another orgasm. Face came again. He was sweating and groaning through the entire time. His balls still felt heavy and Hannibal hadn't stopped.
Face did, however, feel something poke against his hole. It wasn't hard, or made of plastic and it wasn't Hannibal's extensive length. Instead. it was soft and pokey and it tickled. He tried to get away from it. But it swirled across his spazzing hole. He couldn't help the giggle that emitted against the gag. He figured it was a feather as it traced the cleft of his ass up and down several times. His cock was once more hard and Hannibal still hadn't stopped pumping him. Face came once more.
"I want to put you back into the cock cage before I fuck you. But I want to make sure you cum dry a time or two," Hannibal explained. Face just groaned.
"After this, you won't have to work for Jonah again. I want you all to myself. If you agree we finish this, you get your cut of the money from Jonah and we go home together tomorrow. But if not. I'll lock you into the cock cage and glue the locks. You won't be able to ever cum again unless you cut it off," Hannibal warned.
That wasn't much a choice but Face knew what he wanted. And it'd be nice not to have to do work like this. So, he nodded his head vigorously. Hannibal was getting him hard, again. He wiggled within his bonds as Hannibal kept him going towards completion. This time, he didn't let out as much seed and his balls were feeling lighter.
The feather kept tickling his hole. Face hadn't known he was so sensitive there.
It had to be the oddest thing that anyone had ever done to him; he heard about tickle torture during sex, and a lot of people loved it. He'd admit to reading up on it online himself. He hoped Hannibal wouldn't do that though. He was pretty sore all ready. and horny as hell. He groaned and tried to move into Hannibal's hands. The pillory would't allow him that freedom. Hannibal chuckled. His new Lover was so responsive and sexy being at his mercy - Hannibal knew he'd tie the younger man up a lot.
Face felt the urge pool in his stomach, and the need to cum overwhelmed him. Nothing stopped him from letting go of his essence. He was unable to watch, thanks to the blindfold, as the cream slopped to the floor. There was all ready a huge puddle around his feet. Hannibal didn't stop pulling on his dick. It took a long time before he even felt himself become hard again. And it was over in almost that same amount of time only this time was dry.
He felt Hannibal feed his cock into the metal sheathe; his balls were pulled through the ring and then he heard the clicking of the lock. It felt heavier than he remembered it. Hannibal patted Face's hip; "It's a different lock, and you can't get to the key hole on this one,"
Face groaned; but it still excited him. Now that he was spent, he felt better being locked back into the cage.
Hannibal tugged at his belt again, and then he unzipped his pants. He was so hot and hard he knew he would last long inside Face but he didn't care. He took out normal KY jelly to use. He squeezed it into Face and slipped a finger inside. Face gripped his finger hard and Hannibal almost came just from that sensation. He slipped his finger out ; he waisted no time in pushing the head of his cock inside. Thanks to all the stretching Face had gone through in recent hours, Hannibal wasn't worried about tearing the boy from not stretching him then and there.
He pushed inside Face but he wasn't willing to go slow. Instead he pounded inside as fast as he could. The warmth felt like heaven on his dick and he moaned. Below him Face wiggled in his bonds. He was getting lightning flashes of pleasure through his veins. His cock tried to be interested, even though all the seed had been emptied from his body. The sheathe did its job of course, but Face didn't care. Hannibal deserved this for spending so much time and effort in making him cum.
Hannibal thrust inwards one last time and then his seed was being spilt into Face at a break neck speed. He stayed inside Face for long moments before pulling out. He tucked himself back into his pants. He then left Face for a few moments as he grabbed the backpack hiding behind the crate of toys. From it he brought out the butt plug they used the night before. And a harness.
He had Face out of the pillory in seconds. He left the wrist bindings and blindfold on as he pushed the butt plug home. The harness was simple. There was a crotch shield that went over the cock cage easily. The crotch strap went up and between Face's butt cheeks like a really thick thong and locked int he back. Hannibal then synched the belts together tightly and locked those as well.
Finally, he undid the gag; "Face?"
"I'm okay," Face lent into the hard body that held him softly. "Honest."
"Let's get cleaned up and go back to the room," Hannibal suggested as he undid the cuffs around Face's wrists. Once free Face took the blindfold off himself. He got his first look at the chastity belt and shook his head. Hannibal had to be one hell of a jealous man if he was willy to go this far.
"So. I guess this means we need to figure out who's moving in with who and where," Face said. The nipple clamps came off next. He hissed as the pain blossomed. It really hurt. Hence why he disliked them. Hannibal put these into a pocket.
"I live in LA," Hannibal replied.
"What a coincidence, so do I," Face smirked.
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TWO WEEKS LATER
Face was stretched out at the side of the pool sun bathing. The belt was snugly locked around his middle. But he could swim in it and he could shower in it. Hannibal was grilling steaks near by and Face knew they were going to have some marvelous sex.
He looked over at Hannibal, and flicked down his shades so that he could see over the top. Hannibal wore tight shorts that showed off a lot of leg, no shirt and was barefoot. He smiled at Face when he noticed the younger man looking him up and down.
"Hannibal, have I ever told you how much I love you?" Face asked.
"Not yet," Hannibal replied.
"I will, one day," Face promised.