bloodeyesockets

Instructions

2009-11-25T02:08:13Z

Instructions
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jay James
Rating: NC-17
POV: Alex
Prompt: 39: Collars
Warnings: BDSM, watersports
Notes: Set during next year's Kerrang tour, specifically the day before the Cardiff gig. For asphyxiatide, I hope you like.

I cursed softly under my breath at the cold, pulling my scarf tighter around my neck. How people could stand this coldness and live here was beyond me. When I'd complained about it a few days ago I'd just been laughed at and Welsh voices told me 'at least it wasn't December'.

I stopped outside a house, a place I'd never been to in my life, and checked the small scrap of paper I'd been given where the address had been scrawled. Yeah, this was the place alright. I gnawed my lower lip nervously, then took a deep breath and started towards the building. It looked nice and fairly nondescript really, standing apart from the other houses on the street. The grass of the front lawn was wild, clearly untended just as the rest of the small front garden was. My footfalls sounded as I walked along the garden path, weeds sprouting between the cracks in the paving.

I stilled in front of the door, shifting on my feet shyly. "Here goes nothing." I muttered softly to myself, the only response being the soft tingling of the wind chime that hung beside the door. I took a deep breath and sighed, pulling my scarf down to free my mouth before knocking on the wooden door.

Moments passed before the door opened, warm air escaping to meet me. "Come in." The voice was soft, but I didn't see who it belonged to.

I stepped into the warmth, the figure already having retreated through the doorway into the darkened living room. I closed the door behind me and recalled the instructions that had accompanied the note. I unwrapped the scarf from unround my head, setting it on the topmost of a set of unoccupued shelves beside the door. I tugged my hood down, pulling the zipper of my hoodie down, thankful of the room's warmth. The hoodie soon joined the scarf in a crumpled heap beside it. My fingers brushed against the collar that I'd secured around my neck before coming here. It was black and tight, with a silver loop dangling at the front. I let out a small sigh at it's tightness, then trailed my hand down my tight t-shirt, pulling it up and over my head, depositing it on the shelf below the other items of clothing.

Now half naked, I swallowed again. Next to naked in a strangers apartment, I had to be crazy. I bent down, undoing and tugging my sneakers off, setting them on the bottom shelf. My socks soon followed, balled in their respective shoes. I undid my jeans, my fingers giving my bulge a gentle squeeze as I undid my fly. My jeans were soon bundled on the middle shelf, with my boxers next to them. Now naked and semi-hard, I dropped onto all fours and crawled through the doorway.

The room beyond was a pretty standard sort of living room, with matching black couches and chairs facing the tv which occuplied most of one wall. Shelves filled with dvds lined the wall either side of it. I swallowed and crawled towards the chair, allowing myself to gaze at the man that sat within.

I'd never met him before, so honestly didn't know what to expect from him. He was short and stocky looking, wearing three quarter length shorts and a sleeveless tee, both as back as the chair so he appeared as a bunch of floating limbs. His head was framed with dark, shoulder-length hair and hazel eyes studied me intently. His arms were both strong looking and both covered in ink from shoulder to elbow. He inclinded his head a little, wetting his lip with his tongue, a hint of tongue piercing showing. "So, Alex is it?" I nodded a little, saying nothing. His voice was soft, quiet, yet commanding as well. "Tell me what it is you want."

I swallowed, my adam's apple bobbing behind the collar. "I want you to dominate me, do whatever you want to me."

He nodded a little and leaned forward. "As you wish." He grasped the ring of my collar, pulling me closer and gazing into my eyes. "You will call me sir or master, whichever you prefer. I will refer to you as pet. You will not speak unless I ask you to. " He growled low in his throat, which went straight to my cock. "Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." I whispered softly and he nodded, running his fingers along my cheek with his free hand.

"Good." He nodded and smiled, wetting his lips. "If you want this to stop, your word is therapy." He smirked slightly and I wondered if he'd intentionally chosen the title of one of my songs. "If you're gagged you give me the finger. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, good." He nodded to himself and seemed to consider what to do next. I wasn't sure if he was actually thinking or just acting if he was. Silence filled the room and my dick became fully hard in anticipation as to what was going to happen. Eventually, he spoke once more, releasing the ring and retreating his hand. "Suck on your fingers. Two of them."

I paused, then nodded, leaning up slightly and sitting on my legs. I raised my right hand to my lips, trailing my tongue over the tips, tracing my fingernails with it. I did that for a few seconds before parting my lips, wrapping them around the digits. I pushed them inside, up until half way between the knuckles, then began my sucking. My tongue danced across the skin, wetting them as I shifted them in and out. I hollowed my cheeks slightly, treating them exactly as if they were a cock. I was eager to demonstrate my cock sucking skills, in case he desired to ask me to suck him. His bulge was fairly obvious in his pants, which only made me suck them harder, coating them thick in my saliva. By now they were as far as they could go in my mouth on every inward thrust, my other fingers being the only thing that stopped me taking in the rest.

"That's enough." He said, his voice still controlled though his hardness was enough to prove he was aroused. I stopped, slipping the fingers from my mouth fully, dragging my tongue along the underside of them and flicking it over the pads. "Now, finger yourself with them."

Nodding, I lifted my ass up, shifting my hand behind myself to my cheeks. I had considered lubing up a plug and sliding it up my ass, but I hadn't woken early enough to do that. I let out a small gasp as I worked my fingers between my cheeks, the first finding it's target almost immediately with practised ease. I pushed the tip inside my body, my ring offering only a little resistance to the invader. I arched my back a little, driving the finger in as far as the angle allowed, twisting it around my insides. Slowly I withdrew it, placing my ring finger alongside it and working both in. That made my breath hitch in my throat, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. I worked them in and out of me, avoiding my spot but still opening me up nice and wide for whatever he had in mind.

"Stop." Again, I removed my fingers from my body, licking them lightly to taste myself. His hand was on his crotch, squeezing it through the material that covered it. I expected him to free his dick and stuff it down my throat or ass, but instead he reached beside the chair. There was a small glass table which had easily escaped my notice. Atop it was a bag, which occupied the entire space of it. He peered inisde the open bag, feeling through it for a few moments before producing a dildo. The rubber shaft was black and had to be about eight inches and it was quite thick. "Use this." He ordered, tossing it to me, which I only just about managed to catch.

Without lube I decided it best to lick the sides of the shalf quickly, the rubber taste filling my senses as I coated it in spit. I worked fast, stopping once I was as satisfied as I was going to be with my rush job. I moved it down to my opening, pushing the end of the spit-slick rubber into me, letting out another gasp as it entered me. I carefully pushed it inside me, the unfamilar toy filling me up, my ass squeezing around the length. It took another minute or so of pushing for me to get the entire shaft buried inside me, but once I did I let out a low groan, the rubber tip brushing my spot.

"Good boy." He leaned forward again and patted my head, combing his fingers through my hair. He paused for a beat, before speaking again in a low voice. "Crawl around the room."

"Yes sir." I nodded, releasing my grip on the base of the dildo to place my palm flat on the floor. I began to crawl across the floor, biting my lip to swallow the groans I was trying to make. Every movement my legs made caused the dildo to shift within my ass, my stiff dick twitching in arousal. I was certain that I'd shoot just from the crawl alone, though I closed my eyes whenever I was facing away from him and tried to keep myself in check.

It was after my second circuit of the room, well the space between couches, chairs and the tv, that he spoke again. "Stop." Inwardly I let out a sigh of relief, stopping in front of him and inclining my head to look at him. I waited for his instruction, my asshole squeezing around my dildo repeatedly. He was silent and, again, I was unsure if he was genuinely thinking or not. The silence seemed to stretch out for a bit before he let out a low growl and he looked in the bag again. "Put this on." He threw a small ring at me, which I instantly knew was a cock ring. Slipping it between my legs, I secured it to the base of my erection, groaning softly. I was thankful for it, since it meant I wouldn't need to exercise self control.

"Good boy." He patted my head again, his tongue wetting his lips. That was followed by another silence, his eyes roaming over my body. His right hand shifted to his crotch, his two middle fingers grasping the fly and dragging the metal down slowly. I gazed at him intently with hungry eyes, my mouth watering slightly as he freed his cock, obviously having forgone underwear. It was thick, with a girth similar to that of the dildo buried inside me. The length was roughly the same too, though it was hard to judge properly. The head was glistening with precum, the shaft bobbing a little in arousal. Fuck, I wanted it so bad.

I almost begged for it, but recalled his command of silence so I kept quiet. He stepped out of the chair, shaking his hips a little so the pants dropped to his ankles. "Turn around." I did as I was told, hearing him step closer towards me, until the head of his dick pressed against my ass cheeks. My breath hitched in my throat slightly, his hands caressing my cheeks. He grasped the end of the dildo in his hand, twisting it inside me. I bit my lip hard, barely managing to hold the groan back that the movement caused. With no warning, he yanked the rubber length frrom my body, casting it aside as soon as it was out of me. I heard it bounce off something, likely the back of a chair or sofa, before landing. His hands settled on my cheeks, pulling both apart as far as they could go. He spat at my hole, his saliva joining what was left of my own. "Do you want it?" He whisperred above me, rubbing his dick along my cleft.

"Yes, so much." I groaned, resting my head against the floor. "I need your big dick fucking me hard. Please..."

He chuckled softly, then growled once again, the growl being the only form of warning as he thrust hard into me. I couldn't help but groan, but he didn't seem to care, his cock filling me completely. Another growl escaped him and he began to thrust in and out of me, his head catching my spot every time. His hands didn't remain on my ass for long once he started going and they soon began exploring my body. He tweaked both of my nipples between his fingers and thumb, pinching them hard enough to make me moan and squirm. They shifted down, his blunt nails scraping along my skin on it's journey.

He stopped at my cock, running a finger along my aching shaft. I jerked my hips and heard him laugh above me at my desperation. "Soon." He whispered, trailing his finger back down, circling it around the rubber cock ring. I shivered at his touch his hand enclosing around my balls, squeezing the soft flesh as his own slapped against my ass. His other hand gripped onto my side, using it for leverage as he slammed in and out of my body with increasing speed.

I buried my fingers into the dark carpet, not knowing what else I could do with them. Normally in this situation I'd be stroking myself but now... well, it would be pointless. And I had a feeling he'd bat my hands away if I tried. He kept squeezing my balls, though not so hard that it caused me any real pain. I was sure if he put his mind to it he could cause me proper pain and the thought made my cock ache even more.

He growled above me, his thrusts becoming slightly more erratic and wild. Sensing that he was close, I increased the pace of my clenching around him, gasping as his nails dug into my side. "Shit..." He growled again and I felt him release, hot and wet up my ass. "Fuck..." He stayed still for a mere handful of seconds, before he took a step back and slipped out of me. I whimpered as he did, feeling empty at the sudden loss of him. He chuckled softly and moved away from me, replacing his dick with something else. It wasn't long enough to be the dildo and from the flayed end I realised it could only be a plug. I groaned, but said nothing.

He shifted until he stood before me, threaading his fingers into my hair and yanking it up, causing me to tilt my neck as my back straightened. He wiped his slick, sticky cock over my face, a smirk on his face. "Mmm you're a good fuck pet." He rubbed my balls with his foot, smiling as I groaned. "I think you've deserved the chance to cum. Take the ring off." I nodded eagerly and reached down between my legs, sliding the ring off my cock with surprising difficulty. "Now jerk off."

I nodded more eager then before, his hand releasing my head as I reached down and stroked my dick rapidly. Between the plug in me, the hot guy in froont of me and being freshly fucked, I knew I wouldn't last long. However, something unexpected happened after I allowed my eyes to lid. I felt something wet land on my face, though new instantly it wasn't cum. There was just too much of it and it was so warm. The scent filled my senses and made my dick twitch, The fluid making my hair stick to my head and slicing down my chest. I felt him purposely aim the spray towards my cock, covering it and my hand in his hot piss. I'd never been so turned on in my life. It only took a few more strokes of my my now slick dick before I came across my belly, letting out a low cry. "Sir..."

My reward for opening my mouth was having the remainder of his piss wiped across my lips, my tongue darting out to taste the droplets. It was salty, slightly more so then cum, but I quite liked it, even though it did make my mouth a little dry. When I finally opened my eyes, he was back in his chair, reclining back and panting. When he saw my gaze on him, he spoke up, his tongue wetting his full lips. "If you want you may go, or you can stay." He paused for a moment, leaning closer to me. "If you decide to stay, put the ring back on that sweet little cock of yours."

I considered for a moment, as he reclined back to wait for my answer. It wasn't that hard to decide really. I picked up the ring and slipped it onto my semi-hard cock, waiting for his instructions.

These Photographs Part 2

2009-11-20T06:00:54Z

These Photographs
Pairing: Jay James/Omar Abidi
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jay
Warnings: None really
Notes: Oddly, this took ages to do annoyingly. Sigh. This is a better pic of Omar with Fightstar.
Padge
Omar

A few pages into the book from Padge's, there was another page that made me stop. The man here was completely different to Padge, in pretty much every way. He was larger, darker skinned and a bottom. The only similarity was their love of booze.

***

The bus was empty, blissfully, as we entered. The larger man led me upstairs, stopping only when we were in the back lounge area. Fightstar's bus was cleaner then ours was, though there still were a few beer bottles scattered around. Since being with Padge, the sight of those bottles, especially ones with the longer necks, turned me on. I pressed my lips against Omar's, pushing him against the wall. Although he was larger then I, I knew he wasn't a top. "Mmmm..." He groaned softly against my lips, his hands caressing my sides.

We kissed like that for awhile, my pierced tongue twisting around his warm, wet mouth and we only parted due to our need for air. "You know." I whispered softly, licking along the curve of his jaw. "We should really lose these." I tugged at his t-shirt gently, snaking my tongue against his dark skin.

He nodded in agreement, tugging at my own, but I shook my head and took a step back. "You first." I smiled, removing his tee from his large frame, his arms raising above his head to aid in the removal. Fuck he looked sexy. He didn't really fit the traditional idea of attractiveness, mostly because he was fat. To me, it was strangely erotic, especially with the addition of his dark skin colouring. I tossed his t-shirt away, towards one of the bunks and then began undoing his belt buckle. "So hot..." I whispered against his skin, suckling on a spot on his neck as I undid his jeans, pushing them down those thick legs of his. His plain black boxers soon joined them around his ankles and he stepped out of both, nudging them aside with his foot. The tip of his erection peeked out from under his belly, glistening with precum. I licked my lips lightly, running a finger along the short shaft.

Feeling overdressed, I began removing my own clothing, eager to get as naked as he was. I pulled my sleeveless t-shirt off, making sure to toss it into an empty bunk. I undid my fly, sliding the zipper down in one swift movement, popping the button with my thumb. I pushed the three quarter lengths down my legs to my knees, letting them drop the rest of the way to the floor. Once my boxers joined them I gladly cast both aside. "Now then, I think you should bend over that table." I smiled and nodded towards the back table, which was blissfully devoid of objects.

He shifted over to the table, his ass wiggling with the movement. He bent over the table, so that his ass was facing me, the cheeks large and inviting. I grasped a fleshy cheek in each hand, gently prising them apart to gaze upon his puckered opening. I knelt down behind him, leaning forward to drag my tongue along his cleft. He squirmed a little, letting put a gasp of pleasure. "Ugh... Jay..."

"Hush..." I whispered softly, tracing my tongue around his ring slowly. I heard him release soft sounds from between his lips, but he didn't utter another word. Satisfied, I wiggled my tongue into his body to get a better taste of him. Fuck he tasted good. I circled my soft muscle inside him, gripping his flesh a little tighter as I did so. I thrust my tongue in and out of his hole, purring as I felt his pucker twitch and relax with every movement.

I kept it up for as long as I could, but the need for air caused me to part from him sooner then I'd have liked. I gave his crack a long, lingering lick from behind his balls to the small of his back. "Are you ready for me?" He nodded, his long hair swishing from the motion.

Smiling, I stood up and guided my dick between his cheeks, aiming it for his spit-slick hole. With a quick thrust of my hips, my full length entered him, filling him completely in moments. He groaned low in his throat, his breath hitching as I entered him. Once I was balls deep within him I gave him a few moments to adjust before beginning to move. I pulled out, then slammed into him roughly, digging my nails into his fleshy sides. "So hot..." I mumbled, increasing the speed and force of my thrusts each time I slammed into him.

"Touch yourself." I whispered, wetting my lips as he snaked a hand to his crotch, his thick fingers wrapping around his shaft. I wished I had a better view, but just knowing he was doing it was enough for me now. I bent down over him, extending my tongue to swipe across his left arm. There was something about those arms of his that just made me want to lick them. I'd wanted to do it since I first saw them. I traced circles and long stripes along his sweaty skin, stopping to dip my tongue into his pit.

"Fuck! There Jay..." He groaned and I just knew that meant I'd caught his spot. I blew his hair out of my, then suckled on his neck, slamming hard at the same angle so I hit his spot each time. "Ugh yes..." His deep accent didn't really fit his face, but then again my soft voice didn't fit mine. "Harder..."

I released his neck, straightening up so I could plow him easier, my hands gripping onto his fleshy sides. "You're so hot..." I whispered, though I was certain he wouldn't be able to hear me over the sound of skin slapping against skin and his own moans of arousal. "So, so hot..." I let out a low growl when he clenched around me, his hand clearly moving faster on his stiff cock. "Cum... fuck, cum for me..."

It took a few more moments for him to shoot across his belly, which I sadly didn't see. I only knew he'd came due to ass squeezing rapidly around my length, milking me as he came. The clenching of his already warm, tight insides only served to draw my orgasm out of me, my cock spurting thickly deep inside him. "Shit Omar..."

I stayed within him to ride out my orgasm, slowly slipping out of him. "Mmmm you were so good..." I whispered, sinking back down to my knees behind him, my tongue wiggling along his sweet cleft. It tasted even more of him now, with added sweat and the salty taste of my cum. I darted my tongue back within him, but only briefly this time, content to lap up my cum as it oozed out of him. I kept a small amount of my seed in my mouth, shifting to collect a small amount of his cum from his belly, mixing the flavours in my mouth. He tasted a little more bitter then my cum. I encircled him, kissing him when he finally moved off the table, stroking his hair with my hands. "Thanks." I whispered once our lips parted, the word coming out in a panty breath across his face.

"No, thank you, you were wonderful." I smiled, getting the feeling that he really meant that. He probably didn't get laid as much as he should, which really was a pity. "Could we do this again sometime?" His voice was small, which seemed to confirm my thoughts. I planted a gente kiss on his nose, running my fingers along his rounded belly.

"Oh yes, definitely." I kissed him again, caressing his dark, sweat-slick skin, knowing I'd be true to my word.

***

Omar Abidi
Fightstar
Dick Size: 3 inches
Top/Bottom: Bottom
Kinks: Being eaten out

Need

2009-11-15T02:19:33Z

Need
Pairing: Jay James/Gareth Lawerence
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 46: Writer's choice (amputee fetishism)
POV: Jay
Warnings: Amputees, bondage
Notes: This came from an idea that just wouldn't leave me alone, so here it is.

"When was the last time you got laid?" I let out a heavy sigh at Padge's question, but didn't reply although that answered him just as well as words. "That's it, I'm gonna take you out. I found this place I wanted to take you, I'm sure you'll find someone."

I could have said no, but I knew Padge wouldn't take no for an answer. Bastard. "Fine."

***

I entered the bar behind Padge, sighing as I saw it wasn't just a regular bar. I felt extremely out of place wearing normal clothes amongst the people that were kitted out in either revealling or near skin tight clothing. Naked men were in cages suspended from the ceiling, shackled to the wall or bent across various items of furniture. Various sounds filled the air, mostly of skin hitting skin and moans of pain and pleasure. "I'm going to kill you." I hissed in his ear, not sure where I should look. I didn't want to make eye contact, lest it be taken as a sign of interest. I did, however, feel eyes on me, perhaps because I was a newcomer.

As Padge led me to the bar I glared at his back. It was obvious he'd been here before. and I wondered if he'd come here because it was a fetish bar or because it had cheap beer. I made a note to get an answer to that when we weren't here. He sat on a stool at the bar and I took up a seat beside him. The bar looked pretty much the same as a regular one, which surprised me just a little. I guess I could try and block out the noises and focus on the various coloured bottles on the wall.

"Jay?" I glanced at Padge as he interrupted my thoughts, setting a bottle in front of me. "What do you think?" I glared at him again, but took a long gulp from the bottle. "I know it's not what you were expecting, but I know you'll find someone here."

"As opposed to a regular bar because?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the other man.

"Well... because... you know." He gestured to my left side. "You might find someone into that here."

"Thanks Padge." I snorted and took another drink, rolling my eyes at him. "Way to make me feel like a freak."

"You know I don't mean it like that." I waved my hand slightly and just kept drinking my beer. At least I'd get drunk tonight.

***

I was halfway through my second bottle of beer when Padge vaished with some guy. Thankfully he left enough for a couple more beers, though I was going to call it a night after this one. I didn't feel comfortable just sitting here alone.

"Hey, you here alone?" I turned a little on my stool, nodding slightly. The other man, Welsh from the sounds of it, was bigger then me. He was about a head taller then I was as well as having quite a large, rounded belly. He had shoulder length dark hair with red tips. In short, he was quite attractive and he'd certainly... well, do. "I'm Gareth." He said with a smile, taking Padge's seat.

"I'm Jay." I offered him a smile as he gave me the once over. Like me, he was wearing fairly normal clothes which meant he was fairly out of place here. He wore a pair of jeans and a red checked shirt, unbuttoned just enough to show some skin. He took a drink from his own bottle, smiling and nodding to himself.

"I've not seen you around before. I guess this is your first time here huh?" I nodded slightly, feeling my cheeks flush red. "I still can't believe a pretty little thing like you is alone."

"Well, I came with a friend." I shrugged a little and looked around to see if I could spot him. "But I dunno where he's got to." He nodded a little and he licked his lips a little.

"You look uncomfortable." He reached over and patted my right knee gently. "Perhaps we could go somewhere more... private."

I swallowed at his words, considering for a moment. Well, it was a bit fast, but at least I'd be out of here. "Sure." I replied after another few moments consideration, setting the now empty bottle on the counter. He flashed me a grin and did the same, hopping off his stool and leading me back out the way I'd came. On the way I glanced around, spotting a blonde who had his hands chained to the ceiling and a bald man sitting in the corner with two people kneeling before him. Another guy, with gun tattoos on his hips, was tied to a table with a rubber hood over his head, another guy fucking him mercilessly. Such a strange place.

Once we were some distance away he began talking again. "So, do you mind if I ask something?" I knew what was coming, so I just nodded and waited for it. "How did it happen?"

"Car accident." I replied softly. "Last year." Since there was a chance of him seeing me naked anyway I figured I may as well be upfront. Plus it was usually the next question anyway. "Nothing below my left knee or left elbow." To demonstrate the point, I knocked on my left arm, the sound of the artificial limb's plastic filling the air. Most people were freaked out when they found that out, but I was sure I heard him make a small groan which made me raise an eyebrow.

"Have you been with anyone since it happened?" He asked softly as we kept walking.

"No." I replied with a small shrug. That was a small lie. I'd fooled aorund with Padge sometimes, but it never really led to anything. "I've not really felt up to being with anyone really. Tonight was my first night really... trying. And that was at my friend's insistance."

"Well then, I'll be sure to show you a good time." He gave me a warm smile and turned a corner, leading us towards his place. It was a house which looked nice, if rather plain looking with brick walls that were covered in vines. We walked through the front garden, which was small and simple, with just a few bushes, flowers and a lone tree. The larger man fumbled in his pocket for his keys, his cheeks flushing a little until he removed them. "Here we go..." He smiled, slipping the key in the lock and twisting it until it opened.

Inside was a lot like out, in that it seemed fairly normal and non-descript. The walls were a soft red hue and the floor's carpeting was a simple black. Gareth dropped the keys onto a small table beside the door, then he smiled and kissed me gently, pushing me against the wall. I groaned softly, letting him deepen the kiss, his hands caressing my sides.

"I hope you didn't think that was too forward of me." He whispered against my lips, swiping his tongue over them.

"Not at all." I whispered softly, pressing my lips against his and flicking my pierced tongue across his. Padge was right, I should get laid and he was pretty hot. He pressed his body against mine, wrapping his arms around me. I could feel something press against me and knew that he definitely shared my thoughts.

He lifted me onto his arms, carrying me easily through his house towards his room. I wrapped my leg around him for a better hold on him. He carried me upstairs through to the his bedroom, where he settled me upon the bed. "Let's see you naked..." Smiling, he removed my t-shirt, pulling it up and over my head. I bit my lip as it exposed my fake arm, which was basically just a plastic replica of the one I'd lost. I wasn't able to afford one of those fancy ones with all the electronics and shit in, the best I had was a grabber one at home, but that just made me feel less human so I rarely used it. "Let's get that thing off you." He reached down and undid it's fastenings, freeing it from my body at settling it on the floor. He took over to remove my jeans, undoing the zipper and popping open the top button, his hand pressing gently against my concealled length. Before the accident I'd preferred to wear three quarter lengths, but now I just wore jeans to hid my plastic lower leg.

He pushed the denim down, kissing me hungrily as he did so. I felt even more shy about the leg then my arm. He parted from me slightly, shifting to remove my trainers, jeans and boxers, dropping them on the floor. Like my arm, my leg was pretty plain, but then it didn't need to have any joints or anything. He freed it from my body, placing it on the floor with the same care he'd shown to my arm. "There, you look... so beautiful." He gazed over me in wonder, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. I blushed at his words, reaching down between my legs to palm at my dick.

I wet my lips lightly, staring up at him as he slide the shirt off, dropping it to the floor. He unbuckled his belt, then set it on the bed before undoing his jeans and letting them fall. He hadn't bothered with underwear, probably for the best due to his size. "Fuck..." I whispered softly, impressed by his length. He was obviously aware of it as he smirked and sat between my legs. "Do you want me to fuck you sexy?"

I nodded wildly, my cock hard and desperate. He reached for the bedside table, grasping the tube of lube he found there and set it down on the bed. "First I want to taste your sweet looking arse." He shifted my right leg aside, leaning down to run his tongue across my stump. I let out a soft groan at the feeling, surprised at how it felt... oddly erotic. He circled his soft muscle only a little more over it, before he moved it up along my thigh, lapping at my cleft. I gasped, clutching at the sheets as his tongue delved deeper, pressing his tongue against my opening.

"Oh..." I purred, rocking my hips up slightly, his tongue working in and out steadily, stopping every so often to lick around my ring. He was so fucking amazing at that. When he stopped, I actually let out a whimper at the loss but that was soon replaced by a moan as he steadily pushed his thick middle finger into me. "Shit..." I rocked up, clenching around him a little, my ass a little tight. Since I hadn't been fucked in about a year, I'd only had a few things up my ass since then. A few fingers, a dildo, Padge's tongue but those felt nothing like him now. I groaned as his finger curled up, seeking my spot and making me release a loud moan when he found it. I couldn't help but stroke my aching dick, locking eyes with him. He was back at my leg stump, licking around it which just turned me on more.

His finger retreated so that just the tip remained within me, then he pushed his second within me. "Shit Gareth..."

He stopped licking and looked up at me, a wide smile on his face. "Everyone calls me Snoz." I nodded little making sure to both keep that in mind and ask about it later. He grasped my hand with his free, pulling it off my cock. "Put it above your head." He whispered and I did as I was told, watching him sit up and restrain my wrist to the bedposts with his belt. "Mmm there we go..." he nodded slightly, licking his lips as he removed his fingers from me. "All ready for me."

He planted a hand on each of my thighs, pulling them apart nice and wide. He mounted the bed properly, rubbing his cock head against my openeing for a few moments before pushing it inside me steadily. His nails dug into my thighs when he thrust hard into me. "Fuck you feel so good, so fucking tight." He leaned down, licking my arm stump in the same way he'd done to my leg, making me moan out loud. It felt even better then the leg licking had for some reason.

"Snoz you're fucking amazing!" I gasped out loud, his hips pounding hard and rough into my ass. I tested the restraint, needing contact on my dick, but the belt held fast. As if sensing it, he reached up and grasped my dick, stroking it in a firm, steady grip. "Thank you Snoz... ohhh..."

He grinned and shifted, licking along the inked skin of my arm, licking along my hairy armpit. His tongue wiggled around in slow circles, wetting my curly hair. Everything he did seemed to turn me on even more, making my cock throb in his hand. "Shit... fuck... Snoz...." I groaned out loudly in pleasure, climaxing across my belly perhaps a little too early but everything was just too much.

"So hot..." He whispered against me, running his finger through the cum on my stomach, bringing it to his lips to suck off. I watched through slightly dazed eyes as he sucked the digit clean, eyes on mine. I clenched around him as best as I could, wanting him to get off too. "So beautiful... the only way you could be better is if..." He never finished that thought, though he tightened his grip on my right leg. That led me to believe that he meant something to do with my intact leg, though my brain wasn't in the state to work out what.

"Shit..." He pulled out of me quickly, grasping his cock and stroking it just twice before unloading, the jets of pearly white fluid landing across my stump. I smiled and closed my eyes, feeling him pant as he swiped it away, using it as an excuse to lap at my skin, but I wasn't complaining. His hands released my one and he laid down beside me, kissing me to let me taste the mixture of our fluids. "You're so hot Jay, I really hope we'll do this again."

"You can count on it Snoz." I smiled, kissing his cheek and stroking his side with my hand. Oh yeah, I definitely would come back for more.

Watching Them

2009-11-12T02:12:19Z

Watching Them
Pairing: James Davies/Oli Sykes/Rhys Lewis
Rating: NC-17
POV: James
Warnings: Boobed!Oli, boobed!Rhys, bondage
Notes: For my Mikeysaur antontobias86 who also did the manips. Happy birthday!

It was quite a sight, one that I could never get tired of. The pair of them were on my bed, bodies pressed together. Their breasts rubbed against one another, Oli's inked skin being a sharp contrast to Rhys' paleness. Their lips were pressed against each other, engaged in a sloppy wet kiss. "That's it..." I whispered softly, dragging my fist steadily along my stiff cock.

"Do you want us to fuck?" Rhys asked, his voice slightly breathless from the kissing. His dick was hard and rubbing against Oli's. Oli's was tiny by comparison, though that didn't take much. Oli wasn't exactly well endowed, in fact it was not much more then an oversized clit, though he made up for that shortcoming with his breasts, which were more then ample.

"Yeah." I grunted, my dick twitching at the mere thought. Rhys nodded and removed the dildo from Oli's ass, setting it onto the bed beside them. Rhys smiled, rolling Oli onto his belly, his tits pressing against the sheets. He grabbed Oli's hands and a pair of handcuffs, snapping the silver around his wrists. Oli wiggled a little, his muscles flexing slightly beneath his inked skin, but it was just to get a little more comfortable.

After giving me a quick glance, Rhys guided his cock towards Oli's hole, rubbing the tip against the opening. The boy quivered slightly at that sensation, pressing his hips against the bed and balling his hands into fists. Everything seemed to slow down for a few seconds, until Rhys slammed his hips forward to bury his cock inside the boy beneath him. Oli cried out loudly, most likely in pleasure. He was such a fucking slut. Both of them were. I groaned loudly, steadily wanking to the beautiful sight before me. Rhys tits swayed as he moved in and out of Oli's ass, his own clenching and squirming slightly. Rhys' hands were on Oli's breasts, alternating between just holding them and squeezing them roughly.

I released my cock, spitting into my hand before resuming my strokes. It was always so fucking hot to watch them fuck. Alright, so Oli had only been the fucker once and that just made me laugh at the sight. He was probably the only guy that required a strap-on to properly penetrate someone. Although that had been pretty hot. I growled, wanking myself slightly faster. Rhys was pounding into him nice and hard, kneading his breasts roughly as he did so.

Now I had to decide something fairly quickly, and that was where I was going to cum. I knew I wasn't going to spill across my belly, so that left me with a number of options. In their current position I could cum down either of their throats, or across their faces, over Rhys' tits or up his arse. I gazed at Rhys' ass as I stood up, deciding that would probably be the best and easiest place. After all, his hole was still going to be wet from when Oli ate him out. I held the boy's ass, whispering softly. "Don't stop."

Rhys nodded and kept thrusting into the other boy. "Yes master." He groaned and I slammed into his ass, roughly pounding him mercilessly without giving him even a moment to adjust. Every thrust I made caused Rhys to slam hard into Oli's body, which meant he lost control completely in moments. I pushed him down, so that he bent at the waist across Oli's pretty back, crushing his tits against it. "Harder... harder..." He moaned breathlessly, his lips latching onto Oli's neck, sucking on the inked skin.

"Such a pair of little sluts." I groaned, slamming into his sexy, clenching ass. The only sounds that filled the air now were the noises of skin slapping against skin and shaky intakes of breath from the three of us.

There was, of course, two problems with this position. The first was that I couldn't see Oli's dick, so I had no idea when he came. His tattoos looked so much better with cum on them, that's why I often puled out when I fucked him to spray over them. The second problem was the domino effect that was common due to this position. One of us would cum and then the other two would quickly follow. Although I had no idea if Oli had came this time, I did know when Rhys did. He often came silently and this was no exception. If he hadn't tipped his head back and started clenching around me like crazy I wouldn't have been any the wiser.

I held Rhys' tits tightly, gripping the soft, heavy mounds with both hands as I thrust a few last times. I growled low in my throat, shooting my thick load deep within him. Steadily I pulled out of his ass, rubbing it across both of his sweet cheeks. "So, so hot... my fucking hot sluts." I murmered, laying down beside them.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it master." Oli whispered, curling against my side as soon as Rhys pulled out, his tongue licking along Oli's sweet cleft. He gasped a little at the intrusion, his stomach glistening from the cum he'd shot across it.

"Of course I did." I smiled, kissing his forehead and waiting for Rhys to leave Oli's ass and take up his position. "Now let's see what's on." I grasped the remote from the bedside table and turned on the tv, flicking through the channels to find something that didn't require our full attention, then cuddled the pair of them. Mine.

Ours

2009-11-11T01:06:41Z

Ours
Pairing: Bert Mccracken/Jay James/Sean Smith
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jay
Prompt: 33: Age Play
Warnings: Infantilism
Notes: It was gonna imply/mention scat/watersports but I never did. This is mostly inspired by ginsygee.

"Jay? Jay wake up!" I groaned softly as I stirred at his words, my eyes blinking open slightly to gaze at the man that sat up in bed beside me. His hair stuck to his bare shoulders and framed the sides of his face. He smiled down at me, though I could tell he was just as tired as I was as I forced myself to sit up. "I think he's crying."

I rubbed my eyes with my fists, listening out for the soft snuffling sound. "Ok, I'll check on him..." I mumbled sleepily, sighing as I slipped out of bed. I padded through the darkness, walking through to the small bedroom beside ours. Set up along one wall was a crib, which was at least twice the size of a normal one. We'd custom built it to accomodate him. I walked over to it, gazing down into it at the form within.

Large eyes met mine and arms reached up for me. I couldn't help but smile at how adorable he was. The boy within the crib wasn't a child, but a teenage boy, with bleached blonde hair and adorable eyes. A sheet covered his body, concealling his pale skin from my gaze. "Mmmm what is it little one?" He pointed through the bars and I smiled, lifting up his cuddly sheep toy and waving it above him. His arms reached for it and, with a smile, I set it on his chest and kissed his cheek. "Sleep well sweetie."

I returned to my lover, laying down beside him with a smile. "His toy had slipped through the bars again." Bert nodded and wrapped his limbs around me and, together, we drifted to sleep.

***

I stood in the doorway to Sean's room, watching him sleep. He looked so adorable as he slept, sucking on his thumb gently. Sean was the result of Bert wanting some form of child, though we were obviously unable to do it ourselves. After considering for awhile, Bert recalled something he'd read online about infantilism. I'd thought about it before finally agreeing to it. Sean was the end result of our search.

I smiled as he squirmed in the sheets, rolling onto his side and curling up. He was so adorable. I was tempted to kiss his forehead, though I didn't want to wake him. Smiling, I headed back to Bert.

***

"Ugh..." I groaned softly as Bert eased his fingers inside me, lifting my hips up off the sheets. "Bert..." I whimpered, but the sound was quickly swallowed by his eager mouth, hot and hungry against mine. My hands released their grip on the sheets to latch onto his body, the fingers of my left holding onto the skin around that ridiculous stick figure tattoo of his. I let out a soft whine when his lips left mine, his body straightening above me and a dirty smirk playing on his lips.

"Mmm gonna fuck you so good baby, gonna make you moan so loud." His tongue snaked out over his lips, the slim digits buried up my ass curving to seek out my spot. My hips jerked up hard as he found it, something he could always do far, far too easily. I squeezed around his fingers, groaning softly.

He shifted them out of me, caressing my thigh with his other hand. "Ready?" I nodded, gasping softly as he guided his stiff cock towards my hole. His dick was much like his fingers, the same sort of length as his middle one and just a little thicker. It easily filled me, my ass swallowing it into my body.

"Shit..." I grunted, his lips latching onto my neck as he began to move steadily. Teeth and tongue attacked my skin, being sure to leave a mark which would be visible for at least a couple of days. There were marks like that all over my body, from my ass to my arms, all in various stages of fading away. His hands kept a grip on my body, holding onto my thighs as I wrapped my legs around him. "Fuck Bert, harder, faster... please..."

He chuckled and left my neck, moving back again to fuck me hard and rough, each thrust catching my spot. My head tipped back against the pillows and all I could do was make soft gasps and a few random Welsh words. I knew that Welsh turned him on, even if it was just a few meaningless words. I could say 'the kitchen sink is broken' and he'd still groan as if I'd said 'sick my dick'. I guess that was the advantage of him not knowing my native tongue more then a few swear words, love and good night.

We had to have been fucking for a good few minutes before I noticed we were being watched. By this point, Bert was stroking my dick with his right hand and caressing the skin around my nipples with his left. Sean was sitting near the door, simultaneously sucking on his thumb and rubbing the crotch of his nappy. "Fuck Sean what have I told you about watching us?"

Bert's head snapped towards the blonde and I knew he'd yell if I didn't stop him, so I clenched my muscles to make sure he couldn't say anything. Sean's thumb left his lips and he whimpered a reply in a small voice. "Not to do it unless you let me."

"That's right Sean." I sighed and looked up at Bert, who had a certain fire in his eyes. I knew he'd have Sean bent over his lap later, the nappy cast aside so he ould spank him until he made the boy's arse red. Which was probably half the reason why he did it. "Come over here." Sean crawled towards us, his movements slightly unsteady, clearly revealing his nerves. Bert released my dick and gripped the boy's blonde locks, pushing his head towards my stiff cock roughly. The boy parted his lips, taking in the pierced mushroom head of my cock, sliding his sweet lips down my shaft to take more of me in. This was normally the position he'd end up if we let him watch. He'd ether be sucking my dick, riding it or eating out Bert's ass.

I tangled a hand with Bert's in his hair, holding him steady as he sucked hard, my hips bucking slightly from Bert's thrusting. "For watching not only will I spank you, but you won't be getting any milk." Bert growled, squeezing the raised area around my nipple to prove his point. Even before we'd decided to have a 'kid' Bert had found out about male lactation and had started to get me to do it. Now the flesh below my nipples was slightly raised from where the milk got produced. It wasn't enough to really be noticeable, not unless you knew it was there to begin with.

My breath hitched slightly and I tilted my head back, shooting down the back of Sean's throat. The boy swallowed it all eagerly, his shaky hands stoking my thigh and stomach while he gulped it all down. I sighed softly in contentment, opening my eyes to gaze up at Bert. He was still thrusting in and out of me with wild abandon, his eyes scrunched up in concentration.

I felt him slip out of my hole and move around to my face. He was stroking himself now, his cock slick with sweat and spit from when I'd sucked him before he entered me. He only had to stroke himself three times before he released in streaks across my cheeks and chin, a few drops landing on my lips. I knew he liked it best that way. I swiped my lips with my tongue, smiling at his taste and kept my gaze on him. "You look so beautiful like that Jay." He bent down, licking some of the cum from my cheek. "I love you."

"I know." I whispered softly against him, shifting my hand from Sean's hair to caress Bert's back.

I knew Bert wouldn't stay on me long. After sex he was always strangely wired, while I preferred to jsut remain laying against the sheets, he always felt he had to do something and when his gaze found Sean I knew he'd decided to punish him. He slipped the white gold ring off his left ring finger, just in case he decided to use that hand, and he set it on the bedside table. I sat up on the bed, watching as he stalked towards Seaan, who'd returned to sitting on the floor. "Now, you've been a bad boy Sean...."

These Photographs

2009-11-06T23:51:39Z

These Photographs
Pairing: Jay James/Padge
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jay
Warnings: Bottle insertion
Notes: This was meant to have three pairings in it, but Padge's ended up being so long... so, this will be at least a three parter. Perhaps more. I wish there was a better pic of early years angry lesbian Jay but alas, I fail at finding. Also, I'd wanted to include this in the kinkyways thing but it's not sadly. Maybe next part. And yeah, this is the idea I mentioned a few posts back.

Padge

Beneath my bunk was a book, a book even the others didn't know about. It was a scrapbook of sorts, with pictures on most of the pages. It was really a record of my conquests. Each page was a person. There were usually about two pictures of the person, sometimes more. One was a normal face shot, which the other was of their dick. Alongside the pics were details about them: name, band, kinks, top/bottom, dick size. Stuff like that.

The first pages were my bandmates, with Padge being the first of the three. Smiling, I ran my fingertips across the page, closing my eyes and remembering our first time.

***

The older male pushed me against the studio wall, his hands roaming my sides as he kissed me roughly. It had caught me a little by surprise, but now I was just... going with it. I could feel his hardness as his crotch ground against my own. His hand fisted in the gelled spikes of my hair, tipping my head back so my neck was exposed for him to attack with lips, teeth and tongue.

I fumbled with his fly, popping the button and sliding down the zip as best I could. I could feel his cock throbbing beneath the material of his three quarter lengths. "You looked so sexy when you growled." He mumbled against my wet skin, my fingers wrapping around his shaft and tugging it out the opening. He felt pretty big, which didn't really surprise me. Smiling, I stroked him slowly as he grazed my neck with his teeth. "Mmmm fuck... I wanna fuck you." He paused for a few moments, no doubt to give me chance to object. When I responded with a soft groan, he continued, using his free hand to tug my own three quarters off. His fingers brushed against my bulge as he tried to accomplished his task.

It took him several failed attempts, mostly as he was more focussed on my neck and grinding into my hand, but he finally got the offending item down. Gravity took over once they were passed my thighs and soon my three quarters were pooled around my ankles, to be cast aside by my foot. "Mmmm..." He stroked my hairy thighs, parting from my neck to gaze down between my legs. His tongue snaked out between his lips, obviously meaning he liked what he saw. He paused for a moment, then licked along the curve of my chin. "You have been fucked before right?"

I chuckled softly, running a hand along his side, using the other to stroke him steadily. It hadn't been the first time I'd gotten that question from a guy that was about to screw me. "If you want to fuck me, you can." I whispered in my soft voice, raising a pair of my fingers to my lips and sucking the digits into my mouth. I locked eyes with his, sucking gently on them and making sure to put on enough of a show to get him worked up.

"Fuck..." Padge groaned and nodded slightly, a renewed eagerness filling his dark eyes. I slipped them from my mouth after wetting them a little more, crashing my lips against his. His tongue pushed inside my mouth soft and wet and letting me taste him for the first time. Predictably he tasted of a mix the cheap beer he'd had earlier, cigarettes and the lingering taste that was him. My own tongue encirled his, my stud pressing against his tongue, letting him take control.

My wet fingers shifted down to the cleft of my arse and I pushed them between my cheeks, seeking the pucker of my hole. I rubbed them against it for a few moments, before working my middle finger into my body. I groaned against his lips at the feeling and he shifted back to see why. "Holy shit..." Smirking, I let out a slightly exaggerated moan and slid my finger out almost all the way, pressing my other finger against it. I worked both of them inside me, letting out a low growl and tipping my head back just a little. Padge had taken over stroking himself, dragging his fingers along his length so as not to spill too soon.

I turned slightly so my back was to him, allowing him to get a better view of my fingers thrusting into my heat. "Fuck me." I whispered, removing them from my body after opening me up a little more and twisting my head back so I could watch. Padge wasn't the kind of guy that need to be told such things twice. He held the base of his erection, guiding it to my entrance and with a quick snap of his hips, he entered me. I groaned out loud, turning to face the wall and resting my forehead against it.

"Fuck you have a such a nice, tight arse." I nodded as best I could and smiled a little. Yeah, I'd heard that before too. I clenched around him, releasing my own moan as he groaned next to my ear. His lips reattached to my neck and he began to thrust in and out of my body. His pace was fairly steady, though I had a feeling he was holding back. Both of his hands were now on my body, gripping onto wherever they could. Currently they were holding onto my sides, with his left slightly closer to my waist. "Growl for me." He practically purred against my ear, shifting to lick at the opposite side of my neck, his thrusts speeding up even more.

I growled low in my throat, bracing myself against the wall with my left hand. The fingers of my right were now between my lips, specifically the ones that had been up my ass. I purred softly at the taste, wondering how his arse would taste. I bet it tasted good. I groaned at the thought, clenching my muscles around his stiff shaft. He was now full on ramming into me, his full balls slapping against my cheeks. I removed the fingers from my mouth and took ahold of my aching dick, wanking myself as quickly as I was able.

"So hot." He whispered against my ear, his voice slightly husky and punctuated by low groans and a thrust of his hips. For a brief moment I wondered if the others would hear, but I was fairly sure I didn't care. In fact, the thought of them listening to us fuck was a huge turn on. I clenched around him, increasing the speed of my fingers around my dick. His tongue circled around my ear lobe, the soft muscle playing with my plug as he did so. I groaned softly and growled low in my throat as he slammed against my spot.

"I... I'm getting close." He grunted and slammed into me once more, his teeth grazing the curve of my neck. "I think I won't cum in you..." I groaned as he pulled out from me, his hands seperating from my body. His right returned to my hair, my spikes slightly wilted now, and he pushed me down, until I was on my knees facing the wall. I expected him to turn me around, shove his thick, slick cock into my mouth and release down my throat. However, this didn't happen.

He fumbled behind me and I felt something cool against my ass. I groaned as he pushed it into me and I soon realised it was the neck of one of the beer bottles he'd been drinking earlier. Next he forced up my t-shirt, stopping only when it was pulled up to my neck. "Take it off." He grunted and I could hear him jerking himself. Smiling, I released my cock, removed my tee as quickly as I could and I cast it aside. As soon as it hit the ground I was back to wanking again. "Fuck, I've wanted to do this ever since I saw it." He groaned and I couldn't quite work out what he meant. A few seconds past and he came, covering my upper back in his seed.
"Fuck yeah!"

I rested my head against the wall, stroking myself in a furious blur. I growled softly, my eyes lidded and sweat rolling down my arms. I could feel him rub his head across my skin, staining it with the remainder of his cum. Padge was making the bottle move within me, though it wasn't proper movement, more like making the bottle jerk slightly within my body. "Shit..." I hissed, it wasn't quite as good as his cock, but it was certainly working pretty well. I came across the studio floor, growling loudly as I did so.

"That was fucking hot." I turned my head, smiling when I opened his eyes to see Padge grin, palming his softening dick. "Really." I nodded and stood up, a little shaky on my feet from the orgasm. "That lizard of yours looks even better with cum all over it." He chuckled and kissed my cheek, then headed towards his clothing.

I removed the bottle as I watched him, my eyes glued to his sexy, hairy arse. Next time, and I knew there would be a next time, I'd have my tongue deep between those cheeks. I set the bottle on the floor, beside me, then began finding my own clothing.

***

Michael 'Padge' Paget
Bullet For My Valentine
Dick Size: 9 inches
Top/Bottom: Mostly top
Kinks: Using bottles

The Hillfolk

2009-10-20T00:48:46Z

The Hillfolk
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Dan Whitesides/Jay James
Rating: NC-17
POV: Dan
Prompt: 7: Non-con
Warnings: Rape, some bondage, other stuff implied.
Notes: This was gonna be just Bob and Dan, but Jay worked his way into it.

Waiting. So much of our life was spent waiting. Waiting for some unsuspecting teens to come along and fall into one of our traps. It was unfortunate that so few people came along here. Often there wouldn't be anyone for days or weeks. Still, we made the most of the ones we'd got.

"Look." I turned my head to where Bob indicated. Bob was a little lager then me, with strawberry blonde hair hanging down to his shoulders and stubble coating his chin. His piercing blue eyes had spotted something on the horizon. It looked like a car, or possibly a van, it was too hard to tell from this distance. Whatever it was, they'd soon be stopped.

We watched as it got closer and closer, turning from a formless shape, to a bigger blob and finally the clear car it was. After a few more moments, it reached the road before us. There was a series of loud hisses as the tires were punctured and then the car slowly rolled to a stop. Bob chuckled beside me and I justy shook my head and wet my lips, waiting to see who would leave the vehicle and how many there were.

After a few moments, someone did leave the vehicle to check the tires. He was short, with dark hair that hung to his shoulders. He wore a dark t-shirt and three quarter length pants which shown off his ankles. He wasn't skinny, nor was he overly fat. In short, I thought he was hot and he was making my dick stir. "I want 'im."

Bob chuckled softly beside me. "Looks like we're in luck, he seems alone." It was true. no one had left the car to help him and I couldn't see anyone within it. Pity really, but it would make our job a hell of a lot easier. "Should we get 'im now?"

I thought for a moment, then nodded. Slowly, the pair of us headed down the hill towards him. He was unaware, merely walking around his car to check all the tires. By the time we were at the side of the road he'd given up and leaned against the car, testing his cell phone. Thankfully there was no signal out here. There was a tower not too far from here, but we made short work of that. No one had even realised we'd trashed it. Just goes to show no one cared what happened out here.

We snuck up on him and we easily took him by surprise. I covered his mouth with my large hand and wrapped my other arm around him. Up close, he seemed to have fairly strong arms, but it was easy for me to hold him. Bob helped hold him though, smirking as I spoke. "Calm down pretty one, you're ours now." He continued to struggle, up until Bob kicked him in the balls. That calmed him right down. I hauled him over my shoulder, then turned so Bob could bind his wrists and ankles with twine. This was followed by a balled up pair of underwear being stuffed in his mouth, being held in place with a similar length.

I leaned against the car's side, watching as Bob checked for bags in the car's back seat and trunk. He pulled out one bag, slipping it over his shoulder. Perhaps there was more inside that we'd pick up later and that one piqued his interest. I shruggged my thoughts off when he spoke up. "Ready."

***

I dropped the boy on the bed, smiling as he groaned in relief at the softness. I chuckled at the sight, wetting my lips and turning to Bob, who was already rifling through the bag. "Well?" I asked him, as he held up a passport.

"His name's Jason James according to this. He's from Britain." He tossed the passport away, clearly considering the rest of the info within useless for now. I rolled my eyes slightly. He could be such an... animal sometimes.

I returned my gaze to Jason, sitting beside him to remove the makeshift gag from his mouth. "Hello little one." He glared at me but didn't respond. I cupped his cheek, smirking down at him. "You're gonna be ours."

"Please let me go..." His voice was soft, scared. I smirked more when I noted the stud on his tongue.

"No I won't princess, you're ours now. You'll never leave this place..."

"He likes being fucked." I turned my head at Bob's words, annoyed until I saw the dildo he held. It was at least 8 inches, thick and purple. I chuckled softly, licking my lips. "Little slut havin such a big toy."

"You won't be needing that anymore little one." I reached down and groped my crotch, licking my lips. "We're both bigger then that toy." I reached over to the bedside table, picking up a large knife. Instantly, fear filled his eyes and his body stilled even more. Amusing really. I cut through his bonds that held his wrists and feet, then smiled at him. "Strip." I held the knife up so it gave him something to focus on so he wouldn't try anything stupid.

I stared at him, enthralled as he rubbed his wrists before removing his t-shirt. His skin was slightly tanned and his belly was rounded, though he wasn't overly fat. He had fairly strong looking arms, which were decorated with various tattoos that I couldn't make out. He reached down and undid his fly, slipping his pants down his legs slowly. His legs were paler then his upper half, with dark hair covering them. Once the reached his ankles, he pulled them off and cast them aside. Next to go were his sneakers, which he pulled off one at a time before setting them on the floor. I gazed over his hungrily, my eyes landing on his boxer-clad crotch. Instead of waiting for him to remove them, I reached over and did it for him. He had a nice looking cock, half hard and nestled in a mass of dark curly hair. His balls hung behind them, soft and full.

I smiled, cupping his crotch and stroking lightly. He twitched just a little under my hand, just enough so I could feel it. "You're a nice size boy. No one will be taking it though." I pushed him to the floor and he barely had time to brace himself when he landed. I licked my lips at the sight. He looked even better on all fours, displaying a lizard tattoo that covered his upper back. "When did you last take the toy?" I asked in a low voice, stroking his ass.

"Last night." I smiled and looked at Bob, setting the knife aside.

"Which end you want?" I asked him, watching as he studied Jason too, his mouth watering.

Bob thought for a moment then smirked, undoing his pants. "His pretty little mouth." I nodded and undid my own, sliding them down my legs. I kicked them aside, palming my thick, full cock.

"Sounds good to me." I held Jason's asscheeks and pulled them apart, eying up his opening.I spat on the twitching pucker once, twice, then pressed my head against it. He clawed at the floor, but Bob held him in place. The boy was no match for the older, stronger man and he soon stilled, sobbing. I thrust into him, hearing him tear open as I entered him. It was a glorious sound, blood spilling as I thrust my full length in unprepared. If he hadn't used that toy so recently I wouldn't have fit.

Once I was fully seated within him, Bob gripped his hair and pushed forward, his large dick filling the boy's throat. I held onto his cheeks hard, dicking my nails into the rounded flesh as I pounded him as hard as I could. I heard him sob, but he didn't bite around Bob or otherwise resist us. He was, rightfully, afraid of what we may do to him. If he'd bit Bob, we'd have dragged him away and used pliers to remove his teeth. If he'd hit us we'd us hammers to break his hands. As it was, none of those were necessary. Yet anyway.

His insides clenches around me tight, making me moan in pleasure. "What do you think Bob, good ain't 'e?"

"Fuck yeah." He reached into his pants and pulled out a cig, lighting it with his lighter. Some people smoked after sex, but Bob liked doing it during. It was hot and kind of amazing how he could keep fucking anyone and still keep the lit cig perched in his mouth. It really was a talent. He took a long drag, exhaling the cloud of smoke in my direction, which I inhaled. Smoke always tasted better from Bob.

I kept pounding the sexy boy below me, digging my nails into his flesh. His blood was acting as lube now, allowing me to move even better within him. He felt so hot, so tight and so wonderful. My eyes squeezed shut and I came hard inside him. Bob let a low growly groan out as he did the same down his throat, pumping his seed down it. I managed to open my eyes to see that, smiling as Bob's fingers were tagled in the boy's hair, holding him in place until he was done.

"Wonderful." Bob grunted, stubbing the cig out between Jason's shoulder blades. "A real keeper."

I nodded in agreement and we pulled out at the same time, wiping our dicks on our respective cheeks. "Let's leave the bitch to rest up for now." Bob nodded and the pair of us walked to the door. I spared a look back at the boy, smiling when I saw him curled up in a ball and crying like a baby. Smirking, I shut and locked the door, sealing him within.

Explorations

2009-10-17T02:08:21Z

Explorations
Pairing: Jacoby Shaddix/Nathan Leone, Matthew Leone/Sid Glover
Rating: NC-17
POV: Sid
Warnings: None really. though stuff is implied
Notes: This came outta a need to do some Jacoby/twins porn from the recent tour, but then I saw Sid and had to add him too. Cause he's guhsome.

I stepped into the dressing room, bored outta my mind. There was nothing to do really, except explore this place. All these venues were so... interesting. I let out a soft gasp at the sight that greeted me in this room, which I'd expected to be empty.

Jacoby was sitting on a worn, black couch. That was normal enough, but he was naked from the waist down and his legs were spread wide. Between his legs, either side of his cock, were two heads. It was obvious from the hair alone that it was the Leone twins that were ravishing his cock with their mouths. I stared, transfixed at the sight before me. It was like a car crash scenario: I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. Unlike a car crash, however, this was turning me on. Shit. I should go. I should really go...

"Are you just going to stand there?" I gasped at the sound of Jacoby's voice, not having realised he'd even noticed me. His head was pressed against the back of the sofa and his eyes were lidded. "Either take a seat or leave. If you do the latter, close the door. Jerry didn't bother when he walked in on us and I had to send pretty little Matthew here to do it."

I swallowed and weighed the options my head. "But I..."

"Shut up and sit." My legs obeyed him, since my mind wasn't supplying any better options. I sat on the same sofa, as far from them as I could get. There wasn't much space though, so even that meant that my knee was touching Jacoby's. "Good boy." He reached over and groped for my crotch blindly, giving my bulge a squeeze before tugging the zipper down. A small part of me wanted to make him stop, but I didn't, even as he palmed my stiff cock. "See, you like it really. You'll like it more soon." I saw him smile and lick his lips, despite not looking at me. "Matthew."

The elder twin seperated from Jacoby's erection and shuffled over to me. He set a hand on each of my knees, smiling up at me with spit-slick lips as he parted my legs. Then his hands set about pulling my jeans down to my knees. Jacoby gasped and I looked over, noting how that Nathan had now swallowed Jacoby down to the base. I bit my lower lip as I felt Matthew lick me from my head to my balls, my hand felt in his blonde locks, letting him do what he liked.

He licked my balls, his pretty eyes looking up at me as he did so. "Please..." Smirking, he shifted back and swallowed my dick in one go. I groaned softly, gripping his hair tighter. Instantly, his lips and tongue worked on me drawing loud sounds of pleasure from the back of my throat. Shit he was so good. Probably the best I'd ever had, not that I had many people to go by. I closed my eyes, groaning softly as he bobbed up and down on my dick, his hands stroking my thighs.

His speed increased slightly, his lips squeezing and his tongue twisted against my underside. His twin was doing exactly the same thing to the man beside me. It was like they were two parts of the same machine working in tandem to please us. It had to be one of those twin things. Which led to my mind going to dirty places. "Have you two ever fucked?"

They didn't stop sucking and slurping, probably knowing that Jacoby would answer for them. "Hell yeah they have! And it's fucking hot shit too." Jacoby chuckled with a smirk. "These two do some really dirty stuff. Anything you can think of they've done. Anything." My mind went to even dirtier places with those words, which was probably his intention.

I imagined them fucking each other, hard. I wasn't sure which topped in my head, but thankfully they were essentially identical so it didn't matter. The one getting fucked had his hands bound behind his back and a ball gag stretching his pretty lips wide apart. "Fuck..."

"Yeah, you can tonight." Jacoby whispered in my ear huskily, his breath hitching slightly from Nathan's blow job skills. "Fuck em both if you have the stamina." I let out a strangled groan at his words, my eyes shutting tight. "Or maybe we can get them to put on a little show, so you can see how dirty these little fucks can get." Those words set me off and I released down Matthew's throat, my body arching just a little.

Once I'd came, I released his hair and he slipped off my cock. I knew without seeing that Jacoby must have cum as well, as there was no more sucking sounds from his end. The only sounds that filled the air was heavy breathing from the four of us.

Yeah, I'd definitely be finding out what these guys could do. Hopefully for more then just one night too. Jacoby leaned over and licked along my sweaty neck, purring softly in my ear as he got his breath back. "Oh, and if you do come with us tonight, you'll be serving my dick at some point too." I let out a soft moan and nodded, hoping that I could be half as good as the twins were for him.

The Way You Walk

2009-10-12T23:10:02Z

The Way You Walk
Pairing: Craig Mabbit/Oli Sykes
Rating: NC-17
POV: Craig
Warnings: Crossdressing, watersports, slight BDSM
Dedications: For blck_cherry I hope this is ok.
Notes: These are the boots Oli's wearing.

"I can't do this... these things are just, too high." I chuckled softly at the boy's desperate plea. The new heel was only an inch higher then the previous ones he'd worn and they weren't as extreme as the ones I wanted to see him in. I'd probably have to break bones to get him in those ones.

"Stop whining Sykes and get over here." He sighed and let go of his grip on the furniture, starting to walk towards me shakily. He almost fell over a few times, but that just made me laugh. When he did make it to me, I just spat on his chest, the saliva sliding down his inked skin. "Do a circuit of the room," He let out a whine. "Two circuits." His lower lip trembled, but he kept silent and started his journey.

His ass looked so hot as it bounced as he moved, despite his unsteadiness and total lack of grace. He'd learn. He'd improve. All it took was time. With the last ones all it took was a few days. I was confident these would take him half as long. The surface and buckles of the black boots shone in the room's light. He was get the hang of it now, as he started the second circuit of the room. He was stumbling less now, walking in small steps at a fairly even pace.

Finally, he stopped in front of me and looked at me with hopeful eyes. "Good boy, that'll do for now." I spat on his chest again, smiling as it followed a similar path to the other. I reached up and tangled my hands in his dark hair, pushing him down onto his knees. I kept my grip on his hair and pulled him closer to me, closer to my crotch.

I kept him in place, rubbing my cock against his face. He always turned me on so much, even more so when he was on his knees like this like the slut he was. "Dirty slut." I growled softly, pressing his head to my dick. "Suck it." His pretty, pierced lips parted and suckled along the side of my shaft. I was content with that for awhile, leaving him to suck and lick along my hardened flesh. All I did was keep his head close to me, allowing him to do as he wished for the moment.

That didn't last.

I gripped onto his dark locks tight, pulling him back from his leisurely licks to force him to swallow my dick. He took my full length down his throat, his hands finding my thighs so that his fingers could caress my skin. Smiling, I rested back against the couch, his head bobbing up and down my erection. I decided that I wouldn't fuck his ass till much later in the day, when he was tired from all the walking I'd make him do.

His thumbs brushed against my sac, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. "Fuck... yeah that's it, you cheap dirty little slut." I groaned, allowing my eyes to find him again. Apart from the boots, the only other thing on him was the collar around his neck. Sure, collars were pretty... normal but this one this one wasn't. Due to the ink on his neck, it had to be clear to show it off. There were serveral metal hoops, were I'd attach a leash or whatever else I felt like.

Apart from getting him into the absurd heels I had hidden away, I wasn't sure what else to do with him. Maybe make him fat. Or wear a corset. Or cut parts from him. I guess I'd see how those heels made him look. Probably even more like a dirty whore, although he certainly looked the part right now with my dick lodged down his throat. He was moving faster now, his soft, pink tongue twisting around my dick.

"Shit... fuck you cock sucking little cunt..." I growled low in my throat, holding his hair even tighter. "Shit.." I let out a groan of pleasure, thrusting down his throat one last time before finally spilling my load down it. I felt him gulp it down, his hands gripping my thighs a little tighter until I pushed him off me.

"Don't move." I whispered, after a few deep pats, my fingers slipping from his hair. I took my softening, spit-slick dick in hand and aimed it for him. It took me a few seconds, but I let go, pissing hot and hard over him. I aimed for his face first, soaking his hair so it stuck to his skin. After a few moments, I shifted so it splashed over his skin, covering his ink. It always looked so much prettier when it was piss covered. I noted that his dick was hard, sticking out from the thick tangle of pubic hair that coated his crotch. I aimed the last of my spray there, smirking at how the piss made the hairs stick together and made his dick drip.

He remained on his knees and it wasn't ubtil after my flow subsided and I wiped my dick over his lips that I allowed him to stand. "Up. Now, let's continue your walking. I'd say thirty circuits will be enough to start with."

Corsetting

2009-10-06T01:59:02Z

Corsetting
Pairing: Jay James/Matt Nicholls
Rating: NC-17
POV: Matt
Warnings: None really
Prompt: 44: Piercing
Notes: My first Matt N fic, yay! And I finally got outta the dumbass slump! Thanks to emmaopteryx for helping me pick the kink

I gazed over the other man, who lay on the bed with his face against the pillows. he was beautiful really, his dark hair hanging to his shoulders. Up until now, the main feature of his back was the lizard that occupied the upper portion between his shoulder blades. Now, however, there was a series of rings caught the eye. They were new, done only within the past few days. "Are you sure they're ok?"

"Of course I am." He replied, his voice it's usual softness, quiet with a sense of urgency. "Please."

I nodded and slowly began lacing the length of black ribbon between the rings in a criss-cross motion, starting with the bottom left and heading up his back. I ran the ribbon through the other highest ring, then repeated the action only going down this time. I stopped when the soft material was through the last ring. "Ready?" He nodded once, which was all I needed. Grasping an end of it in each hand, I pulled gently, watching as the ribbon between the rings went taut. The other let out a gasp, then a groan as I pulled for a few moments, stopping after several seconds. I caressed the small of his back, content that it was near as tight as it was going to get. I wrapped the ribbon around his waist, threading it through the last ring which had been there longer then the rest. I secured both ends to it, kissing the small of his back where the ribbon split in an upside down v.

"You look so hot Jay." I whispered softly, my hands stroking along his sides. I caressed his soft skin with my fingers, watching every little movement he made. I settled my hands on his arse cheeks after awhile, gently pulling them apart. After gazing at his slightly hairy crack for a few moments, I leaned down and sank my tongue inside him, his pucker offering up little resistance for me. Slowly, I twirled and twisted my tongue inside him, inhaling his sweet scent as I tasted him. Although I was always a top, one of the things I loved most was eating out a guys ass. I preferred it most when it was all sweaty, I hated the taste of a perfectly clean ass. The taste of soap just wasn't fucking sexy. I circled my tongue around his insides, smiling at the sounds he made.

I remembered when we first met. It was at the Kerrang awards and we ended up messing about with fire extinguishers and pouncing on each other. After being marched out the room by security we all ended up at a hotel room and... the night progressed into a drunken orgy between the ten of us. By the end of it we were the only ones still awake, the rest of our bandmates, and Oli's brother, were a tangle of limbs on the hotel room's beds. We talked about things that no one even thinks about sober, which was a bit tricky due to our accents and his lapsing into Welsh every few sentances. After awhile we got bored of talking and he rode me.

Until he passed out that is.

I couldn't help but smile room at the memory, removing my tongue and replacing it with two of my fingers. While I caught my breath back I planted soft kisses across his hairy skin. I admired how his insides felt around my fingers. I curved them deep with him, moving them like I'd moved my tongue just moments before. He made these hot little noises, something beween a moan, whimper and gasp. "So hot, I'm gonna fuck you so good." I chucked as he made a louder groan, his body arching. "Shit yeah..."

I tore my fingers away from me, sucking the taste of him from them as I moved. I aimed my fat cock for his twitching pucker, which had now been spread open by my fingers. I didn't ask if he was ready and instead just buried myself within him in a fluid thrust. He cried out loud, clutching onto the sheets tightly. Like him, I released my own sound of pleasure although mine was perhaps louder then his, at least to my own ears. "Fuck you feel so fucking good. Just as always babe." I moved my hands, gripping onto his hip with my right while my left played with the ribbon. "So sexy." I spat on the tattoo on his back, then bent at the waist and lapped it up with my tongue, tracing the pattern with it.

I kissed along his upper back, stopping at his armpit. "Touch yourself for me." I whispered, before going to town on the hairy skin. Armpits were almost as hot as arses to me, at least taste-wise. I collected his sweat, smirking as his I felt his arm move. I knew he would be touching himself, wanking furiously as I pounded him. My balls slapped against his cheeks, the sound joining our moans.

When I shifted back, I took the time to glance down, admiring how each tug on his dick caused the ribbon to move. He mumbled something in Welsh, which I recognised as a swear word but couldn't recall exactly which one it was. Probably fuck. Or shit. I kept up the pace, changing my angle only slightly so I was sure I was slamming the blunt head of my dick against his hidden spot. It was fairly easy to find and the second I caught it it made mumble something even more incoherent. Once I heard the sound, I straightened up and gripped both his hips, using them for leverage as I pummelled him into the bed.

He came first, the sticky fluid shooting over his belly and the sheets, though I only knew he'd came by how he suddenly got tighter, his inner muscles working hard to milk me. I followed within moments, squirting deep inside of him, groaning his name as I did so.

After I pulled out of his wonderous heat, kissing along his neck as I did so, I reached around and undid the ribbon. It took longer to undo then it perhaps should have, due to how my hands were a little unsteady from my orgasm, but I managed it. I dropped the ribbon on the bedside table, then lay beside him, kissing along his neck gently.

"Mmm thank you." He whispered, his eyes lidded. He kissed me, but it was one of those tired kisses that was a bit half arsed, but in a good way.

"Welcome." I whispered, stroking his hair as he fell asleep, his ass still pointed to the ceiling. I made a mental note to push his head off my chest once I'd caught my breath back, so I could get down there and eat my fresh cum out of him.

Before The Feast

2009-10-01T02:55:07Z

Before The Feast
Pairing: Bert McCracken/Dan Whitesides/Jared Leto/Quinn Allman
Rating: NC-17
POV: Bert
Warnings: AU, rape, bondage, fisting, death, cannibalism
Notes: For wild_orchid7's request of Jared boiling in oil. (However, that turned out to be not as much involved as it coulda been but...)

I leaned back against the sofa, smirking at the sight before me. Quinn was fucking the precious little boy he'd bought. The boy was fairly slim, which was normally a bad thing but he was so pretty. He had long dark hair with bright red tips and bright blue eyes. His skin was so pale, unblemished by bruises, make-up or tattoos. His arms were pulled behind him, bound at the wrists with a deep red tie. Quinn held onto his crying form as he thrust deep, his dick lightly covered with my own cum. I'd fucked him first.

"What did I miss?" Dan asked as he half sat, half fell into the sofa, one of his large hands ruffling my hair.

"I fucked. I came. Quinn took over." I summerised simply, taking a long drag on the cig that dangled from the corner of my mouth.

"Awesome." I smiled around the cig, glad that Dan was into this shit. Our newest drummer caught me and Quinn when we were on tour... somewhere. I think it was in Europe. He caught us carving up the body of a local youth, half of the boy's flesh already in bags. I remember the thoughts that went through my head. They consisted of 'fuck' and 'great, now we'll need to eat another one of our drummers'. However, things went different then we'd expect when he just strode over and helped us.

Since then he's been a part of this too.

I turned my head a little when I heard him unzip his fly. One of the things that I loved most about him was his epic cock. His shaft slapped against his t-shirt covered stomach, the head leaving a sticky splatter on the clothing. One of his large hands wrapped around his dick, leisurely stroking it. His hands were another thing I loved about him. I kept my gaze on him, my own dick stirring again at the sight.

I was so distracted by the sight I didn't even realise Quinn had came until Dan moved over to him, nudging the dark haired guitarist away. "Everything's ready by the way." He said conversationally as he pushed his pants down, nudging them away with one of his equally large feet. I nodded dumbly, watching as he ran his hands along Jared's sides. "Don't worry pretty, it's almost over." He whispered in a soothing voice, despite smirking, but Jared couldn't see that. I took a long drag as I Dan buried himself inside the boy's hole. He squealed like a stuck pig, struggling again. However, Dan had a tight grip on the boy, enough to ensure that the best he could do was flail his limbs.

"So hot..." I glanced up at Quinn, who now occupied the space Dan had just a few minutes before. Despite having came mere momemts before, his slick dick was twitching against his belly. Dan always did this to us. It was his gift. Even on the tour bus, when he fucked Jepha, he made sure it was loud enough for us to hear and get erections. Of course, jerking off always followed, or I'd slip into Quinn's bunk and give him head. That was if Dan hadn't decided to be cruel and fuck Jepha in the space between the bunks, which he did with surprising frequency.

Between my bare legs, my cock stood erect, partly due to the sight in front of me and partly due to the thought of him and Jepha. Of course, we'd never ask him to join us. We were sure he'd hate human flesh as much as animal meat. Pity really. I took the last drag from my cig I could, then leaned over and stubbed the last of it out on the palm of Jared's hand, smirking as he wailed softly in pain.

Dan removed himself, his dick still stiff but now slick. "You guys should cum on his face." Although the words were like a request, the way he said them made it obvious it was a command. I shared a glance with Quinn, but he was already up by the time I twisted my head around. Shrugging, I stood too and joined in front of Jared, stroking my dick slowly. Dan remained where he was, but he was now finger fucking the boy. His thick fingers worked Jared open, preparing him for the only thing it could be. "Shit..." I whispered softly, hearing Quinn mumble something similar from beside me.

When Dan pushed his fist into Jared's body, I sped my hand up on my dick. The boy wailed again, tears continuing to escape his eyes and coat his cheeks, making them shine in the dim light. He looked so beautiful like this. I couldn't wait to taste him, a sentiment I was sure the others shared. I wished I was on the couch so I could get a clear view of Jared's pucker stretched out around Dan's wrist. I knew it wouldn't be a problem though, as Dan had grabbed his precious camera and was taking pictures of his hand inside the other. He had to be pressing against Jared's spot more then either of us had as his slim dick was stiff and leaking. It was clear Dan was intent on giving him one last orgasm, which he accomplished with relative ease due to his large, talented hands. The boy arched up as he came, though I couldn't see the cloudy fluid land on his skin from this angle.

Dan was satisfied, as he retreated his hand, tossing his camera on the couch as he slipped back in. "You two should cum before I do." Again, he said the words as an order, gazing at us both. "Quickly, I'm close."

Quinn was already speeding up, his fist moving rapidly along his stiff dick. My own hand did the same, precum escaping my slit again. It almost became a competition between the pair of us, to see which of us would spill over the boy's face. I considered actually making it a contest by betting something, but kept quiet, jerking forward to meet my fist. I should've made that bet, as I was the first to cum in streaks across Jared's pretty boy face.

Quinn growled low in his throat before his seed joined mine in plastering his face. I stepped away and fumbled with my discarded pants, pulling out and lighting another cig. "All done now." Dan whispered to Jared, pulling out of his asshole steadily when I looked back at them.

"Will you let me go now?" I heard the boy as, his voice small, timid. I couldn't help but laugh, the others joining me.

Wordless, Dan lifted him and carried him across the room, towards a large pot. It was over a small fire, which kept liquid withing it boiling hot. It had took hours to get it that warm and we started it before Quinn even bought the boy back. This was something I'd always wanted to do, but it was kind of impractical to do it anywhere but home. Quinn followed Dan over, attaching a rope around his wrists and removing the tie. The rope was attached to a pully system which would be used when he was done. "What, what are you going to do to me?"

"This." Dan replied, throwing him into the pot, some of the oil splashing out. Instantly he screamed and thrashed in the boiling fluid, the scent of his burning flesh filling the air. "You're gonna die and we'll eat you, simple really."

The three of us sat in chairs around the pot, watching as he cooked and screamed. He couldn't form any coherent words after a few moments, all that came out now was meaningly wails. This had been my idea, the whole pot cooking thing. I'd wanted to do it for such a long time. Soon, he would be fully cooked and we could all feast on his sweet, succulent flesh. But that wouldn't be for at least an hour yet. Until then we'd have to entertain ourselves some other way.

After all, we still had to decide who'd get his cock and balls.

My Little One

2009-09-24T09:36:07Z

My Little One
Pairing: Ian Watkins/Sean Smith
Rating: NC-17
POV: Ian
Warnings: Infantilism, scat, watersports
Notes: A late b-day fic for ginnsygee.

I sat myself down on the chair watching and waiting. He would take his time, just because he knew how much it would frustrate me. I scratched the skin of my belly, just above one of my gun tatttoos. I licked my lips, watching as the young boy crawled into the room. His clothes had been shed in the bathroom, replaced by a nappy which was pristine white, for now anyway. I'd been sure to give him plenty to drink and given him pills. The only other thing he had was a jet black dummy in his mouth, which he suckled on happily.

"Come here baby." I patted my lap, waiting for him to come closer and clamber up my legs. I felt the need to help him, scooping him up in my strong arms, setting him upon my lap. Gently, I removed his dummy, watching as his lip quivered and his eyes looked like they'd water at the loss. "Feeding time!" His face brightened as I held the bottle to his lips, smiling as he instantly suckled on it's contents. It was a mixture of milk, cum and more drugs. He suckled intently, eyes on mine as he did so. Oddly the look he gave me and the sight of him sucking sent tingles straight to my cock.

"Mmmm you're such a good boy." I took the bottle from it once he'd finished it, then set him down. "I think you deserve a treat." I undid my fly to my jeans, pushing them down my legs until they were bunched under my knees. With one hand tangled in his blonde hair, I guided him towards my throbbing cock, smiling as he extended his tongue and twisted it around my head. "Fuck." I whispered, gripping tighter on his blonde locks. His pretty lips parted, wrapping around my soft, wet head. I couldn't resist the urge to push him down onto my cock, watching the inches disappear into his wet cavern.

His eyes lidded and I knew that everything had worked. His nappy began to fill out as he started to both shit and piss himself, the back of it bulging after a few moments. That was always such a hot sight and it sent me over the edge, making me cum down his pretty little throat. "Fuck... so good baby." Sean swallowed the sticky fluid, his hands stroking my legs gently. Once I was done I let go of his soft hair, watching as he slipped off me.

"Looks like you made a mess." I smirked as I saw him squirm, being sure to ensure it spread over his skin. I loved the sight of him covered in his own filth, so I pulled him up, bending him over the coffee table. I removed the nappy from him, the rich scent assaulting my senses and making my softening cock twitch. If I hadn't just came, I knew I'd be hard as a rock. I reached, caressing his brown stained arse cheeks with my hands. I didn't care that it messed up my hands, actually finding the whole thing incredibly erotic.

"Mmmm I'm gonna make you cum baby." I pushed a finger into his dirty asshole, stroking my other hand down his back. His shit, warm and soft and oh so hot, made for the perfect lube, allowing my finger to slide easily into him in one go. He moaned, pushing his perfect little ass against me. Most of the time, probably due to how he acted onstage, he seemed like such a cocky little top. Deep down though, he loved having things stuffed up his ass as much as any of his conquests did. I knew I counted myself as one of the privileged few, though that was due to him offering hiself up to me when he was still a dark haired young upstart. If that hadn't been the case I was sure our roles would be reversed. I slowly slipped my finger out, placing my ring finger alongside it before pushing them back in, both digits stained thickly brown.

"Touch yourself." I whispered softly, curving both of my fingers in his heat, aiming for the boy's spot. He gasped, shifting a hand between his parted legs to stroke himself. From my position, I didn't have a good view, but I could see his wrist move and his balls sway. "That's it, good boy." I whispered, bending slightly to kiss along the curve of his neck. I kept probing his ass with my fingers, making sure to rub the tips of my fingers against his sweet spot. Each time I did, he released a groan and jerked back, his insides twitching around the invaders. I caressed the small of his back with my clean hand, my fingers moving faster and more urgently as I heard his breath hitch in his throat. I knew that as the only sign he'd make before shooting his load, so all I could do was make sure he came as best he could. I sank my teeth into his neck, biting just hard enough to leave a mark as I drove my fingers into him hard from the last time.

I knew he came when several things happened, almost simultaneously. His walls clamped tighter around my fingers, his back arched up into the air and he let out a soft gasp. When I pulled back from him, slowly easing my fingers out of his body, I could see his cum, stained across the table and his skin. Without being told, he shifted off the glass, leaving a smear of sweat on the once polished surface, and he swiped his tongue over the stains, eager to taste himself. I knew he'd soon grab the nappy and indulge himself by feasting on it's contents, which would likely result in me getting another hard-on and plowing his sweet arse.

For now, though, I was content to watch him, raising my fingers to my face. I examined them in the light, admiring how well stained they were and how clumps of shit clung to the skin. Then I bought them to my lips and started to suck them clean, smiling at the panty mess that was Sean Smith as he watched me. I had the distinct impression that I'd made the boy hungry with my actions. Well, he knew where the full nappy was.

Superhero Bondage

2009-09-18T17:41:09Z

Superhero Bondage
Pairing: Lee Malia/Oli Sykes/Tom Sykes
Rating: NC-17
POV: Lee
Warnings: BDSM, crossdressing, watersports
Notes: Another fic caused by the superhero shoot, sequel to Superhero Sluts. Tom's dressed as supergirl.

I gazed down at Tom, smirking at him he wiggled and squirmed. Slim white ropes were wrapped around his waist, securing his arms to his sides. He wore a supergirl outfit. The blue top, with the superman logo emblazoned on it, stopped just under where his breasts would have been if he had some, showing off his stomach. Well, it would have if it wasn't under the ropes. A bright red, short cape hung from his shoulders. On his lower half, he wore a tiny, shiny red skirt which stopped a few inches above his knees. The final part of the outfit was a pair of shiny red and gold boots which almost reached his knees. At the base of the top, wrists, waistband and top of the boots were bands of gold.

I remember how much he'd cursed Oli on seeing the outfit. I had a feeling he'd assumed he'd inherit Curtis' Wonderwoman outfit. But instead he got this, which was much more revealling. I guess Oli had wanted them to match.

"You'll never escape me Supergirl, you're mine to use as I wish." I chuckled, stroking along his leg. I wasn't exactly sure why Spiderman would want to tie up Supergirl unless it was for something sexual. I shifted my hand up his leg, caressing the soft skin I found there. I watched him intently, wetting my lips. "And no one will come to save you."

As if on cue, Oli leaped into the room, clad in his superman outfit. "That's where you're wrong SpiderLee!" I gasped as I turned to face him, scrambling to my feet as quickly as I could.

"Damn you Superman!" I growled, wishing I could squirt spiderwebs. Or at least had one of those things that kids could get with spray cans. Sadly, the former was impossibly and Oli wouldn't let me have the latter.

Oli stalked across the room, eyes locked on me. He pushed me back down to the floor, growling softly. "You'll pay for taking Supergirl from me." He gripped the hood of my outfit to hold me in place, tugging the lower part of his outfit down enough to free his dick. It was only half hard, though I knew that was due to him willing it down. It took only a few seconds for him to start to piss, releasing the pale golden fluid over my face. I sighed softly, closing my eyes as it soaked through my outfit, making it cling to my skin. The scent filled my senses, making my dick stiffen in it's confines. I longed for it, craved it. It was an addiction now, started from the first time he'd done it. Now I needed him to do it as often as possible. At least several times a week. Often now I'd piss myself, but it just wasn't the same. I caught some of it in my mouth, swallowing it down as I heard him chuckle.

"You're just a needy little slut aren't you?" He slapped my face with his, the last remnants of his piss landing on his cheeks. He chuckled to himself, ruffling my hair through the hood, then turned to his brother. He stroked fondled himself as he approached him, his tonguue wetting his lips. "I guess I should thank you though, for wrapping up Supergirl oh so pretty for me." His ass swayed as he moved towards him, crouching down once he was beside him. His tattooed hands stroked the skin that I had before he'd came in. I shuffled closer, eager to get a better view, not that the view of Oli's arse was a bad one, I just wanted to see the action better. After all, he'd not told me to stay where I was had he?

His hands had ceased their stroking, instead his fingers were tugging down the bright red panties he'd made his younger brother wear. I bit my lip to stifle a groan as Oli tossed the material aside. "So pretty..." He whispered, almost under his breath as his hands returned under the skirt, no doubt cupping and stroking the other. It wasn't exactly a secret between us that they'd fooled around. It was something that went unspoken for the most part, apart from the occasional act of voyeurism or joining in. His hand shifted again and Tom parted his legs and raised his hips for ease of access. The younger body let out a gasp, his boy arching as an unknown amount of Oli's fingers penetrated him. I watched as his wrist moved back and forth, working him open with each movement.

Suddenly, Oli stopped and removed his hand completely, giving his fingers a slow lick to taste his brother. Both of his hands moved under his brother, lifting him off the floor with surprising ease. I turned my head to watch, palming myself through the outfit as he laid Tom across the bed, with a care that he seemed to reserve just for his baby brother. "For tying him up like this, you may use his pretty mouth." He gestured to Tom's head, which now hung slightly off the bed. I nodded, standing and slipping the lower half of my outfit off my body, watching as Oli whispered something to his brother that I couldn't catch. Tom's slim legs wrapped around Oli's waist, pulling him close. Oli let out a low groan and I knew without seeing that his cock had entered Tom's body.

Free of the slightly wet blue fabric of my outfit's lower half, I stalked over to them, presenting my hard cock for Tom. The boy smiled up at me, although from the way he was positioned it looked like a frown. He planted a gentle kiss on my soft head before his lips parted and moved to engulf as much of my length as he was able to. "Shit..." I groaned at the feeling, starting to move my hips slightly, knowing that I'd have more control then he would. His tongue wiggled against my cock as I began to thrust in and out. My eyes met Oli's as he mirrored my actions, only with his dick pounding his ass.

"Good ain't he?" Oli smirked at me, but didn't give me any time to respond. Instead he grabbed my wet hood, yanking it off and kissing me hungrily. His tongue wiggled around mine, his fingers tangling in my hair when he cast the hood aside. I groaned aginst his lips, circling my tongue around his. I wasn't going to bother fighting his tongue with my own, knowing he'd keep going until he had total dominance of my mouth. When we parted, it was only through a mutual need for air, but his hand still maintained a grip on my hair, using it to yank my head back. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his other hand move beneath his brother's skirt, wanking him rapidly.

I let out a low groan, speeding my movements in and out of his Tom's pretty throat, stroking his shoulders gently. He felt so fucking good. Oli shifted to kiss along my neck, nipping at my skin between kiss, not hard enough to leave marks, but enough to send little jolts of pain through me. "Cum over his face." Oli whispered against my ear, growling as he thrust into Tom's body hard.

I slipped out of Tom's mouth with a wet pop, taking my saliva slick dick in hand and stroking it as fast as I could. It was hard to keep a firm grip, but I managed it, aiming it for his face. I kept stroking, keeping my eyes on the pair of them fucking. "Fuck..." Tom's hips jerked and a wet patch formed over the skirt, indicating that he was the first of us to cum.

"Good boy." Oli whispered, though it was obscured by his moans of pleasure. I'd expected him to cum over myor Tom's face, but he remained within him, pounding into him hard. Oli kept it up for at least another few minutes, before his body arched and he released inside him.

I lay across Tom's body, lifting up his skirt to lick at the cum that still clung to the shiny material of his skirt. It was the taste of him that sent me over the edge, causing me to straighten up to make sure I shot it all over his pretty, boyish face. The thick, cloudy fluid clung to his skin, making him look even hotter. I panted softly, watching as he licked it from wherever he could reach with his soft tongue.

"So good, both of you." Oli pulled out of Tom, bending at the waist to kiss his chin gently. He undid the bonds that held the young boy, Tom shifting to sit up so it was easier for the rope to be removed. He threw it aside, kissing me and then Tom, though he lingered longer on his brother. Once their lips parted, Tom shifted to lay in the center of the bed, with the pair of us taking either side.

For the longest time we lay like that, in relative silence apart from the three of us panting softly. "Perhaps next time, we should tie you up Oli." Tom's voice was soft, his eyes on his brother.

"Perhaps." He smiled, his tongue snaking out of his lips. "Perhaps."

Like Phantoms In The Night

2009-09-12T18:05:32Z

Like Phantoms In The Night
Pairing: Jay James/Joshua Hayward
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jay
Prompt: 43: Outdoor sex
Warnings: None really, but it's smut basically so...
Notes: As far as I know they've never met/been on the same tour so... take this as AUish.

The first thing I noticed about him was how inexplicable his hair was. It was a mass of black, with a small hint of blonde on his fringe. His body was slim and he wore all black, the clothing clinging to him in all the right places. Eye shadow covered the skin around his pretty eyes. Something about him made me want him, though I wasn't sure what it was exactly.

I shook my head and turned away, not wanting to spend the whole night gawking at the boy. I was barely two steps away before I heard a voice, soft against my ear. "So you were just going to stare and say nothing?" I shifted on the spot, opening my mouth to speak but the voice cut me off. "Meet me under the main stage. In an hour." He ran his hand down my body, squeezing my ass gently. He seperated from me and, by the time I turned around, he was gone.

***

I stood under the stage, shifting beneath it. I'd never been under a festival stage before, despite being involved in so many of them. It was almost eerie. It was so dark, with extra shadows being cast by the metal bars that held the stage upright. There was only dim lights from the distant areas away from the stage where activity would be occuring long into the night.

"You came." I almost jumped as he appeared out of the shadows, as if he'd been a part of them. He still wore all black, which allowed him to meld with the shadows. He licked his lips lightly, staring at me through his hair. "I'm glad." He took a few steps closer to me and he ran a hand over my body. There was a moment of silence between them as we studied one another, but he broke it after awhile. "Wanna fuck?"

He was certainly nothing if not blunt. I could only reply with a nod. He pressed his slim body against mine, stroking my sides as he kissed me. The kiss was surprisingly rough and hungry, his tongue forcing it's way into my mouth and exploring it eagerly. I was so caught off guard that I stumbled backward when he pushed me, my back pressing against one of the larger support struts. His lips and tongue attacked my own, while his hand shifted to my crotch, undoing my fly. By the time we parted for air, the fly of my three quarter lengths was fully open and the material was pulled down to my knees.

I didn't have time to do more then take in a few gulps of air before the boy's lips were on my again. Hands were on me again, his touch cool against my heated skin. His fingers tugged my boxers down, freeing my erection and arse for him. The cool air made me shiver slightly, but his kisses soon made me forget all about it. His fingers settled on the cheeks of my ass, his nails digging slightly into my skin. My own were on his sides, stroking him lightly through the t-shirt.

The slender boy eventually parted from me, panting hotly against my face. "Mmmm." He snaked his pretty pink tongue out, running it along the curve of my chin lightly. "Bend over." He whispered, his voice soft as he raked his fingernails over my skin. I found myself complying, twisting around and dipping down, gripping one of the metal bars for balance. He ran his fingers along my cleft, nudging the clothing of my lower half to the floor with his foot. His spit-slick fingers pressed against my opening, circling the ring slowly, making me let out a small gasp. I dug my teeth into my lower lip to stop such sounds as his middle finger pushed into insistantly into my body. "Fuck..." I gasped as the digit breached me, the length of it filling me in moments. He didn't give me time to adjust, but that was ok, I was used to being fucked with little prep. He wiggled his finger inside me, then started thrusting it in and out, working my tightness open. What felt like moments, but was more likely minutes, later he added his ring finger, spreading them almost immediately to ready me faster.

"I think that's enough." His words were barely above a whisper and I almost missed them. Almost. His fingers slipped from my body, making a far more noticable sound as they left me. More sounds filled the cool air then. His zipper was pulled down and he spat on his hand, slicking his length with the salliva. I inclined my head slightly to watch, but was rewarded with a sharp slap on my ass for my trouble which caused me to release a yelp of surprise. "Eyes forward." I whimpered softly, but returned to facing forward, eyes on the lights in the distance. Every so often the lights would be blocked by movement and there was the added thrill that we could be caught down here. "Better."

He thrust forward, burying himself within one fluid movement, the pair of us releasing low groans at the feeling. He began moving in sharp thrusts, sliding his hands under my tee and raking his nails down my back. I closed my eyes, gripping the rail tighter. There was little else I could do apart from push back against him and clench my muscles around his length. I bit my lip again, harder this time, so I wouldn't moan like a needy whore, even though that's exactly what I was. His hands settled on my hips, his nails digging into the soft skin there, though I had a feeling they were just in that position to use my hip bones as leverage.

Each movement of his hips sent his cock into me at a slightly different angle, clearly trying to hit my spot. He caught it every so often, each time illicting a gasp which escaped my lips. After several tries, he slammed against my spot, making me release a loud groan of pleasure. "That's it... groan for me bitch." He mumbled behind me, making sure to pound against my spot each time he penetrated me. When he did so, I responded by clenching around him just that little bit tighter. "Yeah..."

I willed him to touch my cock, but apparently he didn't want to. I would have done myself, but I feared his roughness would cause me to tumble to the floor, something I couldn't afford with all these bars around. The air around us was filled with the sounds both of us made and of skin hitting skin. "Please..." I whispered, not exactly sure what I was begging him for. His right hand released my hip, snaking behind me and landing on my ass harshly, the slap making me yelp again.

"No." He replied through gritted teeth, apparently deciding whatever I'd wanted for me and denying it without a thought. "Now quiet. No more words, just moans or will do this again." He slapped my ass again, even harder then the last time. Part of me wanted to say something else just to make him do it again, but I couldn't find the words.

We carried on like this for some time, until he pulled out of me harshly. I let out a low whine, knowing he had to be close. His fingers tangled in my dark locks, pulling me back with enough force that I released the bars and fell backward. He chuckled as I managed to catch myself, managing to get on all fours. He circled my body until he stood before me, fully clothed with his cock hanging out of his fly. "Open." I parted my lips until they formed a perfect o, fully expecting him to thrust his cock down my throat. Instead he grasped his cock and started wanking at an almost blinding pace. I groaned as I watched, my cock throbbing between my legs. His whole length was slick, his head shining with precum in the dim light. He let out a soft cry of pleasure, thrusting his hips forward as he came, the hot fluid landing over my lips and chin, most landing in my mouth. "Swallow." He whispered as he panted his hand slowing on his softening shaft. I oblidged, swallowing the salty cum with a purr. He tasted so good. I darted my tongue out over his slick head, lapping up the remnants that clung there.

He panted above me, running his hands through my hair. "Good boy..." He let go and pushed me onto my back, tucking his cock away and zipping himself up. I thought, for a moment, that that would be it and he'd go, but he surprised me by slipping to his knees between my legs. "Now for your reward." He bent down and held my cock upright at the base, his lips wrapping around my head, his tongue lapping at my hard flesh.

"Fuck..." I whispered, gripping onto the grass beneath me. Almost effortlessly, he swallowed about half of my cock, squeezing his lips and twisting his tongue against me. His other hand cupped and caressed my heavy balls, squeezing gently on the soft flesh. "I... err..." I would have called out his name if I'd been sure of it, but I had no clue of what it was at all. Even if I had, it would have just ended up caught in the back of my throat as my eyelids flutter closed, my hips bucking as I climaxed. He swallowed every single spurt down his pretty little throat. "Fuck..."

He sat up when my dick started to wilt, wiping the saliva from his lips with the back of his hand. "Mmm that was fun." He sat back, a satisfied smile spreading over his lips when I couldn't manage anything incoherent. "We should do it again sometime." I managed to nod, not trusting my own voice to respond verbally. "I'm Joshua by the way." I opened my mouth to offer him my name, but he was quick to cut me off. "Yeah, I know who you are." He stood up, brushing the grass off his legs before offering me a hand up. As soon as I was upright I pulled up my boxers and three quarter lengths, not bothering to remove the grass that was bound to be stuck to my skin or tangle among the hairs on my legs. "Let's head back to civilisation. I always need to piss and drink after a good fuck."

"Yeah, sounds good." I whispered at last, following him as he scampered over the bars on the way out. I wondered if anyone had seen or heard us, but decided it was better to just follow him and think about such things later.

Cubicles

2009-09-07T00:52:22Z

Cubicles
Pairing: girl!Bob Bryar/girl!Ray Toro
Rating; NC-17
POV: girl!Bob
Warnings: Femmeslash
Notes: My first MCR fic in ages and probably my only one for months. Inspired by this sexy as fuck picture of girl!MCR by theopteryx.

I tugged Ray into the bathroom, eager to be alone with her. This was the most unused of the school's many bathroom's, as it was too far from the main areas were kids hung out. We often came here because of that. I tugged her into a cubicle, the middle one of the three which was the one we always used when we were here.

The second we were in the confined space, my lips crashing against hers as I pushed her against the closed door. I pushed my tongue forcefully into her mouth, stroking her sides. As always, she was so wonderfully submissive, letting me take control. I broke the kiss after a few moments, running my tongue over her full lips. I did wish that we had more time, so I could spend more then just a few brief minutes kissing her, but there was something more urgent to be dealt with. I shifted back from her, sitting down on the toilet and spreading my legs.

We looked at each each for a few moments. This was normally where, in films or tv or shit like that, the two people would communicate without words, just by a look. Unfortunately, life was not so simple. "Just get on your fucking knees Ray." I said with a sigh, smiling as she did so. My smile widened just a little as I saw a piece of grafitti on the wall. The stall was covered in numerous writings, but due to it's lack of use no one bothered to remove them. The one that I was looking at was done by us, a simple one that stated 'BB + RT' in bright purple marker. I returned my attention to the other girl as her hands slipped under my skirt, parting my knees. It was at times like this that I wished I wore the short skirts that our friends did. Although I was afraid it would give the impression that I was a slut like them. Same for Ray.

I ran my hands through her soft brown hair as her fingers inched up my legs, stopping when they gripped my panties and pulled the dark purple material down. She slipped them to my knees, then shifted closer to me, until her head was under my skirt. I held a little tighter onto her hair, feeling her inhale my scent. Gently, her tongue extended and swiped over my wet pussy, making me let out a strangled moan. I bit my lower lip to stifle anymore such sounds, her hands holding onto my thighs and pulling them wide apart.

I loved the feeling of her tongue working my pussy. I couldn't wait until we were older, when we wouldn't have to sneak around and I could get a strap-on to fuck her sweet cunt. I groaned as her thumb brushed my clit, my hips jerking against her face. "Oh fuck Ray..." I whispered, gripping her curls.

It was then I noticed, through half lidded eyes, that there was long hair hanging over the tops of the walls. Since we'd neither seen any fucked up videos or entered any cursed Japanese houses there was only one person it could be. "Bert, fuck off you perv right now or I'll smash your little balls with a croquet mallet." I growled softly. glaring up at him. The little fuck soon ducked his head down and opened the door, scampering off. Probably to the nearby boy's toilets to wack off. I'd deal with him later. Possibly. "Ignore him, keep it up."

She nodded, alternating between dipping her tongue in my wetness, sucking on my labia and lapping at my clit. She was so wonderful, so fucking wonderful. Her lips and tongue could have a career. Her left hand shifted, slipping up and under my blouse to cup my breast. She seemed to like them almost as much as my cunt. Sure, they weren't as big as hers, but they were still among the biggest in the school. We both got a lot of unwanted and uneeded attention from boys because of them. We got more attention perhaps because of how close we were. Perhaps some of them fantisised about us doing just this. Fuck I would have to make sure Bert didn't tell a soul.

I groaned low in my throat, bucking my hips up. "Shit... Ray..." I gasped, my head tipping back against the tiled wall, cumming hard around her tongue. I relaxed my hand, purring softly as she lapped up my juices. A few seconds later, she sat back, kissing my knees.

"You taste so good." She stood slowly and leaned close, kissing me so I could taste too, my eyes lidding as I did so. Mmmm she was wonderful.

Our kiss was broken by the insistant ring of the schoolbell. "Shit." I mutted under my breath, slipping up my panties again and standing too. However, I was more annoyed that I was unable to get the beautiful girl before me off too.

"It's ok." She smiled, her full lips kissing mine again. "You can make it up to me later." She winked at me, then took my hand, pulling me out of the small space to lead me back to class.

The Exchange

2009-09-02T18:32:10Z

The Exchange
Pairing: Kevin Nash/Sean Smith, Ian Watkins/Oli Sykes (and variations thereupon)
Rating: NC-17
POV: Oli
Warnings: BDSM
Notes: This started out as something completely different then became... this. It's took forever to do due to damn interrruptions and distractions. For coffinyoursize

I purred softly as my Master ran his fingers through my dark hair, his touch comforting me. Coming here had been his idea, not mine and I was so, so nervous. It was my first time in a BDSM club and my first time out with him. It wasn't the first time I'd displayed my status as his slave for people, but it was the first time I'd done this in front of strangers. I sat, crouched on the floor beside him, a black faux leather collar around my neck. Clinging to my heavily tattooed chest was a black mesh tee, the holes in the mesh fairly large to show off the maximum amount of inked skin. Covering my lower half was just a tight black rubber thong, which bulged slightly with my erection.

My owner wore much more then I did, though such a thing was to be expected. He wore black skin tight jeans, which clung to his calves and thighs, hanging low enough to display the tops of the gun tattoos on his hips. A similarly tight black tee covered his chest. I had my head rested on his thigh, ignoring the loud music and the occasional stare. I honestly wasn't paying attention to the other Masters and slaves that milled around the room. I'd only paid attention to them on the way in, noting how both the doms and subs were beautiful. I heard sounds of slaves being spanked or tortured, though their moans of pain were mostly muffled by the music.

My Master gripped my hair, lifting my head up slightly so I was looking at a pair of guys. The sub of the two had a shock of blonde hair and he was even more scantily clad then I. All he wore were rubber mittens, knee pads and a rubber pouch that held his cock and balls. Like me, he had a collar secured around his neck only his had a leash attached to it. The man that held the leash had dark hair and was topless apart from a bandana around his neck, two wolve tattoos showing either side of it. On his lower half he wore tight jeans, which clung to his hips just below the star tattoos which were on them both.

Apparently my Master knew his, or at least liked the look of him, as he waved him over. The man, who was barely more then a boy, sauntered over, tugging the blonde behind him. I gazed at them both as they approached, the dom taking a seat opposite my Master, while his 'dog' was nudged under the table by his booted foot. I glanced at the blonde in front of me, who I was sure would have smiled at me if the ring gag wasn't stuffed in his mouth. A shiny tag hung from his collar, which stated that he was named Sean Smith and he was the property of Master Nash. His Master placed a boot in the middle of his back, chatting with my own above. The thumping music and the table blocked out the what they were saying.

We spent a few minutes like that, the two of us staring at each other, almost as if we were sizing each other up. My dick twitched in my thong as I watched him, my tongue snaking over my lower lip. I had the distinct impression that we'd be getting to know each other soon, especially as my Master stood up, tugging on the ring on the back of my collar tooo make me stand. "Come slut, we're going to Master Nash's."

I followed him out, standing while Sean crawled after his own Master. The pair of us were stuffed in the car's boot, our near naked bodies pressed against each other. I took the opportunity to kiss along the crook of his neck, occasionally lapping at his skin. He tasted of sweat, which made me lick more. By the time the car stopped I had my head buried in his arm pit and my tongue was lapping eagerly at his sweaty hairs.

Of course, we were soon pulled out as our Masters, moments after the boot was opened. We were in a garage, which had to belong to Master Nash. "Follow." My Master growled at me and I did so, keeping my head down as Master Nash led us through his house. It looked nice, though I could only tell that from the carpet and the lower inch and half of the furnishings.

I only looked up when we arrived at the playroom. Unlike the one that my Master owned, this wasn't a converted basement but a normal room, which had to be near the middle of the house since it lacked windows. The whole room was bathed in a red light, which made it seem almost... eerie. The room had pretty standard equipment for such a place, shackles on the walls, a sex swing in the corner and various cupboards and drawers which no doubt contained various toys and other instruments of punishment.

Master Nash secured Sean's leash to the leg of a table, then he stroked the curve of the boy's ass. "Do you like?"

"Yeah, it's very nice." My Master replied, running a hand through my hair. "So's your little pet." He reached forward and caressed Sean's arse, his tongue snaking over his lips. "I can't wait to fuck him."

Master Nash chuckled, slapping Sean's ass hard. "Be my guest." He replied, stepping away and gazing to him, gesturing at Sean's ass. I watched as my Master stripped, his cock as hard as a rock as it was released from it's confines. My gaze was shifted when Master Nash grasped my chin and made me turn to face him. He did look beautiful, with a pair of liprings and an eyebrow one above his right eye. The orbs that studied me were pretty and blue. "Take off your top and thong then bend over the table."

I glanced at my Master briefly and he gave me a small nod, indicating that I should follow Master Nash's instructions. I tore my eyes from his naked body and his hand which was on Sean's ass, his fingers inside his hole. I reached down and pushed the thong down, exposing my dick. I was only half-hard, the rubber being too tight for me to achieve a full erection. Now that it was free, my dick leaped to full hardness. I licked my lips lightly, nudging the thong away with my foot. Next, I pulled the mesh tee from my body, tossing it to the floor. I felt him examine my naked body as I walked to the table, bending at the waist to lay over it, the metal cool against my inked skin.

Almost instantly, I was strapped down to the surface by home, each one digging into the pale skin of my back. Master Nash crouched behind me, pulling my legs apart and securing them to table legs at my ankles. He laid down over me, extending his tongue to lick at my shoulder and whisper softly against my skin. "I like my boys bound when I fuck them." I heard him unzip his fly and his jeans fall to the floor. Although I tried to crane my neck, I was unable to see him. All it acomplished was that I had a slightly skewed view of my Master fucking Sean's ass, while the other boy moaned and drooled, pawing at the pouch on his crotch with his mittened hands. "Don't look at them." Master Nash growled, slapping my arse hard as soon as tthe words left his lips. I whimpered and faced forward, staring at the wall before me. "Better." He patted my ass slightly and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

He held onto my ass, then plunged foward, filling me with his hardness on the first movement. There was a time when it wouldn't have been that easy to fill me, but such a time was long since passed. Most of my time was spent with something within my ass, often while restrained. My Master had done it so I'd always be ready for a fuck. He wasn't always in the mood to finger fuck me before slamming his dick into me.

"Mmm..." Master Nash mumbled behind me, digging his nails into my cheeks as he pounded me hard and fast. It was like he was an animal and I was his helpless prey. I closed my eyes, his teeth grazing my neck, nipping at my skin. My boner pressed against the table, my skin slick against the cool metal. I longed to reach down and touch myself, but knew that my curent position and restraints prevented that.

I closed my eyes, trying not to focus on the moans from my Master and Sean, or the feel of Master Nash biting and sucking the skin above and below my collar, making sure I would be marked for some time. His hands shifted, scratching along my back wherever the straps weren't present. Now his cock slammed against my spot with every other thrust of his hips. I wiggled under him, biting my lip to stop myself from moaning too much. I focussed on pleasing him the way that my Master had taught me, by clenching around him whenever he was full inside me. "Fuck yeah..." He moaned his approval, his nails digging into the skin of my hips, where they'd settled a few moments previously. Although I longed for him to touch my dick, I didn't even ask, knowing I shouldn't. And I didn't want to embaress or disappoint my own Master, despite knowing he wasn't in a position to care.

It all became a moot point as my dick betrayed me and I came anyway, the fluid spraying over the table. Master Nash growled against my neck, slapping my ass harder then before. "Stupid slut! I should've cock ringed you." Although the words were clearly angry, he spoke them through gritted teeth, no doubt to prevent moans of pleasure escaping.

He pulled out after a few moments and, with a low growl and another bite to my neck, he came in bursts over my lower back. I sighed at the feeling, pressing my forehead against the table.

At some point, while I was distracted, my Master must have came as he was watching us from a seat in the corner with Sean's head between his legs. "What do you think then?"

"He's..." Master Nash took a deep breath and moved into my line of sight. "Pretty decent. He could be better if learned some fucking self control." At those words he glared at me and I looked down in shame. "You've done a good job with him otherwise. He knows to shut the fuck up." There was a pause, where he gripped Sean's hair and forced him off his cock, growling down at him. Without having to be told he crawled away, out of sight until his tongue found it's way on my skin, cleansing me of his cum. "What did you think?"

"Oh he was wonderful." My Master nodded, licking his lips and bucking his hips a little. His softening cock was covered in Sean's saliva. "Perhaps you can teach my pet some discipline."

"Oh, I will do my best." He turned slightly to me and smirked as he looked down at me. "It shouldn't take me too long at all." He clicked his fingers and Sean seperated from me, crawling over to be by his side. Master Nash stroked Sean's hair gently, ruffling it with something approaching affection. "No, not long at all." He glanced down at Sean, giving a sharp tug on the leash which seemed to be enough to free it. "Be good for Master Watkins." He tossed my master the end of the leash, which he only managed to half catch. "I'll let you know when I'm done."

Me Time

2009-08-27T22:31:52Z

Me Time
Pairing: Jay James, Jaymie Brooks/Kevin Nash
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jay
Prompt: 36: Wanking
Warnings: Just the obvious
Notes: Jaymie and Kevin are pornstars and theye have fucked (but since I don't have an account on the site, I'm judging the scenes from the pictures). My orginal idea was going to involve a sex dream, but I changed it to this.

I stepped in the hotel room, laptop under my arm as I headed over to the bed. I was so fucking thankful I'd gotten a single room tonight. Normally, since there were four of us, we only got two double rooms. That was ok, but sometimes I just wanted a bit of... me time. Which was hard to do with Matt snoring, Moose drumming everything in sight or Padge singing drunkenly at the top of his lungs. Sighing, I sat on the bed, setting the laptop bag down and pulling it out. I settled the device on the bedside table, snaking the cable around the side of it, plugging into the wall.

As I let the computer load, I pushed my three quarter lengths down, casting them aside. The same was done with my underwear, and then the jacket I wore. By the time the computer had fully loaded, I was completely naked. My fingers danced over the keyboard, quickly loading up a video I'd downloaded off the internet. Usually at times like this I'd use the internet to check for a new one, but I both doubted this place had wi-fi and I was just too horny to bother.

The video that loaded was so obviously porn, but that was because it was. That and I skipped through the first few minutes of the clothed boys making out. I loved the two of them, they were just so sexy. One of them was called Kevin. He had dark hair and had lip piercings in a snakebite. Perhaps his most distinctive feature was a pair of wolf tattoos on his upper chest. The other boy was called Jaymie and he had sparkling blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He made me think of those Madina Lake twins. I often wondered if he was a long lost triplet... and then my mind would wander to dirty places. I shook such thoughts out of my head, reaching down and palming my cock. I encircled my erection with my fingers, stroking myself steadily as I watched them. They were naked now, kissing and pressing their bodies against each other.

I'd often pondered contacting the website to see if I could be on the set when they filmed a video. I stroked myself a little harder, staring intently at the screen. Jaymie was laying down on the bed, with Kevin's pretty lips wrapped around his cock. I'd noticed Kevin didn't really seem to suck dick in general, but he was really into it in this one. He bobbed his head up and down, gripping the base of his shaft with one hand, his black nail polish shining slightly in the light. I increased the speed of my hand on my dick, flicking my pierced tongue over my lips. I wasn't sure who I was more jealous of, Jaymie or Kevin. Often I imagined being with both at the same time, with Kevin's dick pounding into my arse and Jaymie's between my full lips. Or I had Jaymie bouncing up and down on my cock, while Kevin fucked my face. Frequently such images eventually ended with cum over my body and my tongue up their asses. I felt my cock throb in my fist, the images in my head making my hornier.

"Fuck..." I whispered into the empty room, jerking my hips up. I shook the images out of my head, returning my gaze to them. Kevin was now fucking Jaymie's ass with wild abandon, his hands on the boys hips gripping them tightly as he pounded his arse, the sound of skin slapping against skin leaving the speakers. There was almost no other sound from them, no exaggerated moaning or pleas to a higher power, just soft sounds of pleasure. Normal sounds. And that just made it hotter. Better yet, there was no shitty music playing over it, ruining the mood. "Fuck..." I moaned softly, wishing now that I'd waited so I could've pushed my dildo up my ass, imagining I was... involved with them.

As soon as I was back home, I promised myself I'd get in touch with the studio. I had to make this shit happen before my head exploded from the thoughts. I stared at the pair of them, who had now stopped fucking and were laying next to each other, stroking themselves as they kissed. I knew that the film was near the end, so I stroked myself faster, my hand becoming a blur. "Fuck..." I came over my belly, almost at the same time as Kevin did over his own stomach. I gasped softly, panting as I closed my eyes, rubbing the fluid over my skin. I heard a sharp gasp as Jaymie came too, my eyes opening only slightly to watch, the boys still kissing sloppily.

When I next watched one of the videos, in a few hours, I'd be sure to have the dildo ready and lubed up. I slipped out of bed, heading over to the mini-bar and pulling out a bottle of beer, popping off the top before flopping back on the bed, gulping the alcohol down. As I licked the cum from my fingers, I couldn't help but wish that this tour was over already.

Love Is I

2009-08-22T03:41:30Z

Love Is
Pairing: James Davies/Oli Sykes
Rating: NC-17
POV: James
Warnings: There's one big one, but saying it would spoil it so...
Notes: This is the vague idea I had last night. It's the first in a series of three.
I

Love is something special, something to be cherised and held close. At least, that's what I'd been told. I wasn't sure I'd ever experienced it. I was even less sure that I would.

I swallowed and gazed over the table, the dim light provided by the candles illuminating the pale skin of the other man. The light and shadows danced on the myriad of tattoos that adorned the boy's skin. I'd been making small talk for the past hour while I ate. He didn't eat, he just spent the whole time staring into my eyes and listening intently to whatever I said. "You're so beautiful."

He didn't respond, but that was ok. I leaned over the table and I planted a gentle kiss on his lips. He didn't react to that either but that was alright. "Come on, let's watch something." I helped him over to the couch, then put on the tv. I didn't really pay attention to it, instead, I wrapped an arm around him, inhaling his scent while absently stroking him. After awhile, I kissed the pale skin of his neck, just above the tattoo that was inked into his skin. "You're so hot. Do you mind if we'd..."

His head inclined just a little, barely perceptable, but it was enough for me. I turned the tv off and lifted him into my arms, carrying him into my bedroom. Carefully, I layed him upon the sheets and began removing his clothing. I helped move his limbs as I took off both his t-shirt and then his jeans. He didn't wear underwear or socks, which I'd made sure of beforehand. He looked much more beautiful like this, without any clothing to obscure his heavily tattooed skin. "You should always be like this." I whispered to him, gently rolling him onto his stomach.

I picked up the lube from the bedside table, spreading it thickly over my fingers. I held onto his pasty ass with one hand, pushing the fingers of my right hand into his body. I licked my lips, my hard on twitching in the confines of my jeans. Soon, soon I'd be inside him. I curved my fingers, working him open for it as I thrust them in and out. I gazed at his hole, caressing the small of his back as I stretched him open. "So hot..."

I removed my digits, stepping back and removing my clothing as I admired him. My dick was aching, so hard. I needed to be inside him. Craved it. I didn't even bother to lube up, I just thrust into his cool body. I held ionto his sides, digging my nails into his milky flesh. I wish he moan, just like I had when I'd entered him. I closed my eyes and focussed on fucking him, instead of the things he currently lacked. I stroked his sides, bending down and kissed gently along his neck, whispering to him about how wonderful he felt wrapped around my shaft. I pounded hard into his body, pushing his body into the sheets with each thrust.

"Oh fuck..." I closed my eyes, trying to surpress my desire. Another reason I wouldn't be loved, I came far too quickly during sex. I lasted a handful of thrusts before shooting inside of him. I told myself it was because of the vice-like grip his cold form had on me, or because of how beautiful he looked or how good his skin tasted. I always told myself that. "I'm sorry I..." I sighed, then shook my head. What was the point, it's not as if he'd answer. I pulled out of him, flopping onto the bed beside him.

I stared into the boy's cold, dead eyes. No, he wouldn't answer. I didn't need to apologise to him. I kissed him gently, wiping the tears from my eyes. I'd take him back to the morgue tomorrow, after cleaning him up. No one would notice. I laid back and rubbed my eyes, pulling the covers over us both and curling up against him.

Sometimes I wished I had the courage to go out and find someone, so I'd have a warm body pressed against mine. A body belonging to a person that might love me, that might thing I was special or beautiful or some shit like that. Then again, the chances of finding someone that would feel that way was far too slim for me to even bother.

At least the dead didn't judge.

But nor did they love.

Superhero Sluts

2009-08-19T21:33:53Z

Superhero Sluts
Pairing: Curtis Ward/Lee Malia/Oli Sykes
Rating: NC-17
POV: Lee
Warnings: Crossdressing, watersports, slight BDSM
Notes: Based on the Halloween shoot/show. As a late b-day gift for emmaopteryx, hope the Lee porn is good!

"You look ridiculous." I said to Oli, looking over at him as he stepped out. He was wearing this... insane Superman outfit, complete with a padded chest and cape. I had a feeling the padding would just make him hotter when we wore them onstage and, I mused to myself, he should have padded his crotch instead.

"So do you." He gestured at me and I rolled my eyes. My outfit was far more simple. A spiderman outfit that tight and loose in all the right places, complete with a hood which now obscured my features. I thought it was nice, nice and simple. I ignored him.

"Curtis, can we see yours now?" I yelled towards the bathroom of the hotel room, where Curtis had holed himself up to change. I'd changed in my room and came into the hotel room they shared, eager to see what outfits they'd chosen. We all knew what outfits the two Matt's hoped to get, who were looking for them right now.

"Ok." I heard the lock open and then the door opened, revealling the guitarist for us. "What do you think?"

"Holy shit..." Oli whispered beside me and I echoed the sentiments mentally. He had boots on both feet, though the red bit that went upp his legs was too flimpsy to be practical. He wore a skirt which barely reached his knees, which was shiny and blue with white stars. A gold belt encirled his waist, keeping the skirt up. Above that was a red top, which was corset like in appearence and it had a yellow logo emblazoned on it. He wore silver wrist gauntlets and a red scarf-thing around his neck, which was probably meant to be a small cape. Completing the outfit was a gold tiara on his head and his bright red lips.

"You like?" He said, giving a twirl slightly, which he simply had to have known would show off the tiny red thong he wore.

"Holy shit..." Oli repeated and I nodded, feeling the blood in my body run south, the outfit suddenly feeling far, far too tight. Suddenly I hated this outfit and I only came to hate it more as Oli grapped the scarf-thing and pulled Curtis closer, kissing him hungrily. I gawped at the sight in front of me, amazed and aroused by it. Oli's tongue was between Curtis' parted lips, clearly working it's way around his mouth. I was surprised that the lipstick wasn't all smudged by all the kissing, but only slightly.

I reached down, palming my bulge through my outfit, knowing it's all I could really do. Without breaking the kiss, Oli reached over and grabbed my wrist, pulling it away from my aching crotch. "Bad spiderLee." He growled when he seperated from Curtis' lips, turning slightly to face me. "You shouldn't touch yourself." He tutted slightly, letting go of my hand before growling out an order. "On your knees."

I complied without thinking, sliding to my knees in front of him, in front of them. "You too bitch." Curtis did the same, parting from Oli and descending to his knees beside me. Oli groaned at the sight of us, fumbling with his outfit to get his dick out. He suceeded only by pulling the whole bottom of his outfit down, revealing his crotch and legs. He pushed it down until it was all bunched at the knees and then he aimed his semi-hard cock for me. He wasn't terribly impressively endowed, but he had a certain prescence to him. I gasped in surprise as he let out a stream of piss from his little dick, the hot fluid splattering over my outfit, making it cling to my skin. I let out a half-moan, half-whimper, knowing I should think that this was wrong or disgusting, but instead I just felt that this was so so hot. The scent, the feeling, the way it made my clothes stick to my body. Fuck. When he turned and let some of the pale stream land on Curtis' face, I actually let out a pathetic whimper at the loss. "Oh you want more bitch?" Oli chuckled and turned his cock back on me hosing me down from head to toe in it. I actually let out a sigh when his piss landed on me, my eyes lidding in contentment. I had the distinct feeling I'd be in this position again soon.

When his flow subsided, he turned to Curtis, wiping the last few drops over his pretty red lips. "So fucking hot..." he mumbled softly and I glanced at the boy next to me. I had the feeling Oli had hoped to get us covered equally in his piss, but he was practically dry in comparison to me. Oli's cock swelled in his hand, expanding slightly to it's full hardness. He gripped Curtis' hair and pushed him down, so his ass was high up in the air. I watched, enthralled and reached down to grope my sodden crotch, as Oli removed the scarf-cape from Curtis'. "Now, now SpiderLee, what did I tell you." Roughly, he yanked my arms behind my back, tying the with the scarf-cape securely. "Maybe now you'll behave bitch."

I whined, wishing he's at least let e wank, but all those thoughts we gone as he pushed up Curtis' skirt and stroked the smooth globes of his arsecheeks. "See, why can't you be good like this one?" He whispered softly, slapping Curtis' ass, aking him yelp softly in surprise. It wasn't as if we'd done anything like this before. He smiled, pulling the string of the thong out of his ass and pushing it aside. "Oh fuck..." Oli whispered, tugging out another cord which had been lodged between Curtis' cheeks. I watched with interest as Oli tugged it, making the guitarist moan softly. Apparently it was connected to something buried within his body. From my position, I watched as Oli tugged on it, pulling whatever it was from him. A few seconds later a small black ball, probably the size of an eye came out of Curtis' ass, making both groan. It wasn't the only one. My eyes widened as I watched as more balls came out of him, each connected to the same cord. Four more such balls came out of him, each one getting progressively smaller until the last one, which had to be at least half the size of the first.

"So hot..." Oli whispered, setting the lube-slick rubber orbs aside. "I hope that's part of your outfit." Curtis nodded, wiggling his ass slightly for him. Oli growled low in his throat, pushing the lower half off his costume off fully, exposing the few bits of art he had on his legs before casting it aside. Within moments, he was balls deep inside him, gripping onto his sides tightly. I struggled against my makeshift bonds, but they held fast. It was fucking unfair, I had this live porn show going on in front front of me and I couldn't do a thing to get off. The most I could do was inhale the scent of Oli's piss and rock my hips forward, the costume giving me only the slightest friction. Eventually I gave up and just watched. If I closed my eyes I'd just come up with filthier images and if I turned away the beautiful moans Curtis made would cause my head to twist back to them.

Oli pounded into him hard, his hands never staying in one place for too long. For the first few thrusts, they stayed at his sides before travelling to his hair and gripping onto it hard, licking at Curtis' neck. Again they shifted, one gripping his ass, the other slapping the opposite cheek and then he alternated. Eventually, he settled on pulling out Curtis' cock and stroking it rapidly. I drooled slightly, not caring that it stained the hood. I wanted to have my lips wrapped around Curtis' cock or have a stiff cock up my ass, fucking me as furiously as Oli was.

Curtis let out a sound that was like a whimper, his body arching as he climaxed, shooting over the inside of his skirt, though I wished I'd been able to see the act rather then the way it made his body to move and the loud sounds he made. I was unsure if Oli came too, until he slipped out of his hole, still hard and without a trace of cum on him. He whispered something in Curtis's ear, then came over to me.

"I'm gonna cum over your face SpiderLee." He smirked, stroking his slick cock with one hand, aiming it for my still hooded face. I wanted it, craved it, so I opened my mouth and hoped he would take the hint, but apparently he didn't want that. "Nu uh, you don't get to lick me clean." He increased the speed of his hands, his tattoos a blur of motion. I was so focussed on him that I didn't notice that Curtis had bent down and was licking at my clothed hard on. I moaned low in my throat as he licked the wet, piss stained outfit. His tongue lapped at my clothed length, my eyes lidding in arousal. Finally, this was the sort of attention I craved. Sure it wasn't direct contact, but it was enough. Oli growled and gripped my chin through the hood, turning me to face him again. "Pay attention to my dick bitch, not the slut between your legs." I nodded slightly, keeping my eyes on his little dick as he jerked it off.

Within moments he was shooting in a practical torrent over my face. I'd seriously never seen anyone shoot that much, even in porn. I guess that made up for his size. I closed my eyes so it wouldn't land in them and opened my mouth to catch the small amount that landed in it. I swallowed the saltly fluid, extending my tongue and licking at the hood, tasting whatever I could reach. Fuck, no wonder Curtis, Tom and fuck knows who let Oli have his way with them.

He stepped back, settling on the bed to watch us. Curtis just kept licking and kissing my cock and balls, occasionally nudging them with his nose as he did so. It became just too much after a long while of him licking and sucking, I climaxed in my outfit, staining it further. "That was so fucking hot!" Oli moaned from the bed, a dopy grin plastered over his face. If he hadn't just cum, he'd probably have a boner. His cock was certainly strainign for it, but didn't quite get there. "Release him."

Curtis smiled, freeing my hands as he licked the cum I couldn't reach on my head, kissing me gently so we could share the tastes. I was too breathless to really respond to his kiss, but I gave it my best shot anyway. "Fuck..." I was glad that today was a day off and I had the distinct impression we wouldn't be leaving this room.

Road To Nowhere

2009-08-17T18:21:19Z

Road To Nowhere
Pairing: girl!Jay James/girl!Rhys Lewis
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jay
Prompt: 16: Vibrators
Warnings: Femmeslash
Notes: AU, with Bullet as bikerchicks. I also partly blame this on Mikeysaur for the fucking hot girl!Rhys manip he did.

"So, where exactly are we?" I asked as I hopped off my bike, looking around the place where we'd decided to park up. It was some cheap arsed hotel at the edge of town, though it didn't seem familar to me.

"Merthyr Tydfil." Matt replied, coming over to me as she adjusted her leather jacket. "Such a Welsh name isn't it?"

"Yeah." I nodded, glancing at the others as they walked over to us.

"I don't care, just as long as there's pussy and beer." I rolled my eyes at Padge's predictabilty. She was already looking left to right, no doubt looking for somewhere that would accomodate both of her passions. Her nose twitched slightly as she inhaled the air. Sometimes, she could find a bar just by that.

I removed my helmet, running my fingers through my hair. "Patience Padge, let's drop our helmets and shit off first. Then we can find somewhere."

***

Within the hour we were in a bar, sitting in a booth with a bottle in front of each of us. We were watching the locals, studying each of them with interest. One of them had already caught my eye. She was a slim girl who was sitting at the bar, who had long dark hair and large tits. "Well, I've seen one I like." Moose announced as she lifted up her bottle and strode out the booth. For a few moments it seemed like she was going after my girl, but she walked right passed her and started talking to a slender girl with smaller breasts. Moose always did like them small.

"Go after her." Matt whispered in my ear, stroking my thigh ever so lightly. "I know you need it."

I blushed slightly, getting the feeling that she must have heard me during the late nights, with my vibrator buzzing away inside me. The trouble was, I didn't have the confidence of the others, so I rarely hooked up. "Alright." I nodded slightly, running my hands slightly through my hair before downing the remnants of alcohol remaining in the bottle.

I settled the bottle back on the table, then walked over to her, swallowing nervously along the way. "Hi." I whispered softly, standing beside her.

"Hey." She replied, turning slightly to face me, a smile creeping over her lips. "I was wondering when you'd come over." I bit my lip slightly, not having realised she'd even noticed me staring. "I'm glad you did, you're pretty hot."

I felt my cheeks flush as I took a seat beside her. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Sure." I smiled, but before I could wave for the bartender, she stopped me. "At your place." I paused, then nodded, following her lead as she hopped off the stool and walked through the crowded bar out into the night.

It was on the walk to the hotel that we established details we may have learned over a drink at the bar. We learned each other's names, hers was Rhys, where we grew up, our favourite drinks and other random shit. She was younger then me, I could tell that just by being with her. After all, it was rude to ask a girl her age.

Soon we were at the hotel and the second we arrived at my door, her lips we on mine. She pressed me up against the door, making me groan in arousal. I felt my cunt twitch in arousal at how close and eager she was. Our lips parted long enough for me to mumble a few words to her. "Let's... get inside."

She seemed to agree, stepping back from me so I could unlock and open the door. Once within, she pushed me onto the bed. I was thankful the bed was a double, it allowed us more room. "Tell me what you want." I asked her as her hips ground against mine, my hands reaching up to cup and squeeze her full breasts.

"First, for us to be naked." I nodded, reaching down and pulling her top off. She looked so beautiful, even more so now that I could see her pale skin. I licked my lips lightly, my fingers gracing the curve of her full breasts. The slight contact only made me increase the speed in which I removed her clothing. Both her top and bra were soon discarded, leaving her upper half naked. I licked my lips, reaching up and caressing her tits. She shifted off me, out of my reach, but only long enough to push her skin tight jeans off her slim legs. Her pussy glistened slightly in arousal, which made me feel wetter. So beautiful.

When she returned to me, her hands instantly grasped my clothing, practically ripping them off me. Jacket, t-shirt, faux leather trousers, bra and panties all were scattered around the room in a matter of moments. She climbed between my legs, running her hands along my thick thighs. I purred softly, spreading my legs a little wider for her. Her hands inched higher, caressing first my belly and then my breasts. "Mmm I love all your sexy curves."

She tipped her head slightly, extending her tongue to lap at my hips. I moaned softly at her touch, mentally willing her to lick closer to my pussy. Thankfully, she obliged, shifting slightly and licking a slow path towards my aching cunt. She flicked her tongue over my labia, holding onto my breasts as she did so. I closed my eyes a little as she suckled on the slightly wrinkled flesh, her tongue darting out and lapping at my wetness. I groaned softly, reaching down and holding on her hair. Fuck her tongue felt so good. I wanted to tell her so, but all that came out of my lips were small whimpers. Her tongue darted in and out of my wetness, occasionally delicately lapping at the bud of my clit.

She pulled back slightly, looking up at me intently, his lips and chin wet with my juices. "Do you have any toys?"

I nodded and swallowed, my thighs twitching slightly. "A vibe, in the top pocket of that bag." I gestured vaguely in it's direction. She stretched out over me, extending an arm to undo the pocket and grab ahold of the toy. It wasn't the biggest vibe in the world, in fact, I'd chosen it specifically because it was small and discreet. However, when it was on full power it was anything but.

She twisted the bottom of the silver toy, smirking at the soft buzzing sound it made. "Perfect." She whispered, returning her lips and tongue to my cunt, while she lightly pressed the vibrator against my clit.

"Fuck..." I mutttered, gripping tightly onto the cheap sheets, my eyelids fluttering closed. She moved it in small circles for a few moments, then shifted slightly. I expected her to switch and lick and my clit while fucking me with the vibe, but I was only half right. She did slid the vibrator into my wet hole, but she didn't lap at my clit. Instead she shifted lower, extending her tongue to lick at the sleft of my ass. "Oh..." No one had ever licked me there before and now all I could think of was 'why the hell hadn't they?'. I purred as she used her other hand to hold my arse cheeks apart, allowing her tongue to lick deeper and deeper. Her tongue fluttered across my intimate hole, moving around in small circles. As her tongue penetrated me, I jerked my hips up and felt myself climaxed around the vibrating toy.

She chuckled and shifted away. "No one told you how good that felt?" I shook my head slightly, watching her in a daze as she removed the vibrator. She turned the off and made a very deliberate show of licking it clean. "Now, my turn." She whispered after she finished cleansing it with her tongue.

I was still a little breathless after my own orgasm, so I just kissed her neck as she lay beside me. I caressed her thighs lightly, inching my fingers closer to her pussy. Unlike my own, which was surrounded by the dark curls of pubic hair, she only had a light dusting of hair. I pushed two fingers into her, sliding them in and out steadily. I used my free hand to stroke her tits, but as soon as I got my breath back I shifted down and suckled on her left nipple. She squirmed, threading her fingers through my hair to hold me in place. I heard a familiar buzzing, reach resulted in her gasping and writhing more against the sheets. I shifted slightly so I could see and smiled around her nipple at the sight. She was circling the vibrator around her clit, moaning obscenely as the vibrations went through her body.

I purred at the sight, shifting to suck on her other nipple, curving my fingers deep inside her soft, wet heat. She trembled slightly and let out a soft mumble before she climaxed around my digits. As she had with the vibe, I made a show out of sucking on my fingers, smiling around them. "So good, thank you."

"No, thank you." I whispered, wrapping an arm around her and holding her close. She snuggled against me, her body seeming to fit perfectly against mine and I sighed in slight contentment.

***

I stood beside my bike, tapping my booted foot against the pavement. The others were stood behind me, only waiting for me to go. They had all said goodbye to their respective conquests, though I doubted that said girls were more then a series of one night stands. We'd stayed in Merthyr for little over a week, which was much longer then we usually stayed in places. "Come on Jay, hurry up, the road is calling." Matt said from behind me and I responded by giving her the finger.

"She'll come."

"Yeah, leave her alone Matt, Jay's in loveeee." I twisted my head and glared at Moose's mocking town, flipping her off too. She just laughed.

"I'm not too late am I?" I snapped my head back, smiling at the sight of Rhys. I guess all I'd had to do for her to arrive is stop waiting. Curiously, she had a back over her shoulder and a... bike helmet in one hand.

"Not at all." I smiled, kissing her gently. "It's been wonderful, thanks Rhys. I'll make sure we come back as soon as we can."

"Actually." She said, holding up the helmet so it was more noticeable. "I was thinking of coming with you. As long as there's room on your bike for me." She smiled shyly, running a hand through her long hair. "I've always wanted to see Wales."

I bit my lip, considering it for a few moments, before simply grinning. "Sure, just hop on and hold on tight." She beamed at my words and put her helmet on. At the next town I'd have to get it custom painted, just like the rest of the gang. I didn't care if the others would object, though I was sure they would have done before now if they were going to.

I slipped on my helmet, then mounted the bike, waiting for her to climb up behind me. "Where are we going?" She asked from behind me as I started up.

"Wherever the road takes us." And with the new, comforting feeling of her breasts pressed against my back and her arms around my waist, we drove off to parts unknown.

Drummer's Hands

2009-08-10T01:22:58Z

Drummer's Hands
Pairing: Dan Whitesides/Jay James
Rating: NC-17
POV: Dan
Prompt: 3: Spanking
Warnings: Fisting, spanking, bondage
Notes: Set at this year's Sonisphere festival, the idea coming to me during the evil travel of yesterday.

I ran my fingers over the bassists ass, smiling at how different it was to Jepha's. Jepha's was smooth, while his was covered in black hairs. Must be a Welsh thing. That other band's bassist was the same. At least this guy's was better rounded. I slapped his ass, so hard that it made a sound in the small space of his dressing room.

"Do it again." He whispered in that soft voice of his, wiggling his ass slightly. I chuckled softly, bringing my hand back down on his other cheek. His back arched a little, displaying that pretty tattoo of his. He wasn't as inked as Jepha was though what he had was... nice. In an odd sort of way. When he wiggled again, I slapped both of his ass cheeks in quick sucession, smirking as he yelped at the contact. It was such a beautiful sound. I loved the sound pretty boys like him made when they were in pain.

I kept hitting him, increasing the force with each blow. I smirked at the sounds he made, which only seemed to get louder and louder. I felt my dick ache in my pants, each whimper and yelp making my shaft stiffer. I spat on his back, reaching down to stroke the reddening skin of his ass. "Such a hot little slut." I licked my lips, digging my nails into the hairy flesh. "I bet you want more though don't you?" He moaned in response and I just smirked to myself. If only this had been during a proper tour. If it had been, I'd have had much more toys to use on him, more thinks to cause him pain. Maybe he'd have such things too. As it stood, all I had was my own hands, a half empty bottle of lube and a belt that was wrapped around his wrists.

"I'm going to give you what you want." I took a few steps back and grasped the lube bottle in my hand. He'd need a lot of it. I squeezed it out over my fingers, then stuffed the bottle in my pocket absently. Using my unlubed hand to hold him open, I spat on his ring and then pushed the pair of fingers into him. Normally I'd start with just one, but he had the look of someone that was used to having large objects inserted within his body. As my fingers slide within him with relative ease, I realised just how accurate that assumption was. My large fingers filled him, like he'd already been stretched open at some point in past few hours. Perhaps he had. I curved both digits within him, listening to the strangled moans he made at the slightest movement.

After a a few slow, steady thrusts to make sure he was comfortable with it. The second I was satisfied, I worked my index finger inside him alongside the others. He hissed slightly at the additional intrusion but rutted back against me almost as soon as the sound left his lips. "Such a dirty little slut." I licked my lips, thrusting them in and out of his body harshly, working him open. It took several minutes of working him open, but eventually I could see that he was stretched enough for me.

"Perfect." I whispered softly, taking out the lube bottle again and drizzling it's contents over my hand. I removed my fingers from his body so just the tips remained, the action making him whimper. I tucked both my thumb and pinky against my other fingers and, after putting the lube back in my pocket, pushed them back inside him.

"Holy fuck!" He groaned, his back arching up as I filled him with my hand. His ass seemed to devour me hungrily, his ring squeezing around my wrist eagerly. "Oh Dan that feels... fuck..." I chuckled, wiggling my fingers slightly within him, content to keep it where it was. I wished I had him on his back, then I'd be able to stare at his stomach, which would be bulging slightly from my hand. I used my free hand to stroke his cheeks, giving both light slaps, no where near as hard as the earlier ones.

I stopped slapping him when I heard a knock at the door, hearing Jay groan below me. "Jay you in there?" I was thankful we'd locked the door now. If I'd wanted people walking in, I'd have done this in my own room.

"Fuck off Padge!" He groaned in the direction of the door, sweat dripping from his face. "I'm busy!"

"Busy doing what?" The voice from the other side of the door was deeper and had a slightly thicker accent.

Jay took a deep breath, clearly trying to collect himself so he could response properly. "Padge, if you don't fuck off right now I will personally destroy every Jager bottle in existance!"

I heard grumbling from the other side of the door, but it seemed to have worked as nothing else was said. So I resumed my light slaps, smiling when he rested his head back against the floor. "So... sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it." I replied, scratching his ass with my hand. "I've had worse interruptions, trust me." Most of which involved Bert. He could be such a pest sometimes. Shaking such thoughts out of my head, I returned my attention to the boy impaled on my hand. I wiggled my my fingers inside him, knowing that one of them had to be around his spot. His hips jerked erratically, his stiff dick bobbing between his legs, the head glistening with arousal. I twisted my wrist, moving my fingers as best I could within his warm body.

"Oh fuck... ugh... right there!" Smirking, I kept wiggling my fingers against the same places, since I wasn't sure which one he'd been referring to. I could have gone through each one independantly, but I was now becoming impatient. I needed release just as much as he did. He finally climaxed after a few more minutes of my fingers squirming within him, his thick length spurting over his belly. Such a hot sight.

I waited until his climax was over before working my hand out of his beautifully prone body. "That was so hot." I flicked my tongue out over my lips, freeing my hard dick from it's prison. I allowed myself a few seconds to stare at his stretched out hole, which twitched quite beautifully. If we did this again, I'd have to fuck him first. I strode around him, gripping his hair with my dirty hand and lifting his head up. "Now it's my turn."

Without another word from me, his lips were wrapped around my shaft. His pierced tongue dancing over my length. "Fuck..." I groaned, my head instantly tipping back. I'd never been with anyone that had a tongue piercing before and I'd not expected it to feel so fucking awesome. I'd have to convince Jepha to get one done.

Despite the fact that I hadn't been able to touch myself, I was already over halfway there just from the first few bobs of his head. I tried my best to hold back, I really did, but once he deep throated me and wiggled his tongue, that was it for me. I exploded down his throat, having the sense to pull out so he didn't choke, resulting in a small amount of the cum landing on his face. "Mmmm so hot."

I panted softly, collapsing into one of the room's chairs. I reached for the room's fridge, pulling out a can of beer and, after opening it, I quickly gulped down about half of the fluid. "Ahh that's better. Now, come here." Jay shuffled closer and I released his arms from the bonds, handing him a can too.

"Thanks." He whispered, still panting as sweat dripped off his skin. I'd probably, once I'd relaxed a bit, end up talking to him about random shit. For now, though, we were both content to just sit there, drinking booze and panting. I loved these festivals.

Alone At Last

2009-08-05T22:42:47Z

Alone At Last
Pairing: Jay James/Matt Tuck
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jay
Prompt: 40: Virgins
Notes: For glastocharm who picked Matt for this prompt. As soon as I got given it I had this basic idea, which wouldn't leave me alone to do the Dan/Jay porn I was gonna so I fleshed it out and here it is really. It's set... well either in an AU, but I wrote it as a pre-Bullet fic.

I stood up as soon as I heard the doorbell, heading out of my room and down the stairs. I knew who it was before I even got up. I didn't even bother looking through the door's peephole, instead just pushing the handle down and pulling it open. There stood Matt Tuck, standing slightly gawkily on the front step, a bag slung over his shoulder and a well-worn Metallica t-shirt clinging to his slender frame. "Hey." I whispered softly after taking him in for a few seconds, stepping aside to let him pass.

"Hey." He replied, before entering. "Are they gone yet?" As he asked, his eyes darted around the small hallway, lingering on all the open doors to check if anyone was around.

"Yeah, they've already gone. It's just us for the next few days." I pushed the door shut as I spoke, smiling as he let the bag fall to the floor beside him.

"Awesome." He leaned forward and kissed me the second he finished those words, wrapping his arms arond me and pulling me close. We'd been together for months now and I was glad we had this alone time together so we wouldn't have to worry about being caught. I felt his tongue flick against my lips, so parted them for him, licking awkwardly at his tongue when it entered my mouth.

When we parted he took a deep breath, smiling at my scent. "Mmm I'm gonna enjoy this." He stepped back from me slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "You didn't have time to change?"

I looked down and blushed, realising I was still in my school clothes. Well, my shirt and trousers anyway, the former of which was undone and pulled out. I spent most of my time since I got home being nervous about this whole thing and messing with my hair. "Oh I..."

"Don't worry, it's hot." He smiled, cupping my chin in his hand and tilting it up to meet his eyes. "Now, should we get something to eat?" I nodded, watching him as he wandered into the kitchen, the tight jeans he wore showing off the curve of his ass. By the time I snapped out of it and followed him in, he'd already finished finding food, having settled on a pizza which he was in the process of pushing in the oven. "So, what shall we do tonight?" He asked as he hopped onto the counter top.

I shrugged slightly, not really knowing what to do in this sort of situation. "I dunno, whatever you want I guess."

"Well, I bought a few films, we could watch one of those." He nodded vaguely towards the hallway and I nodded my agreement.

After some debate, we settled on Blade Runner. It was pretty much the only one I'd not seen before and he kept insisting on it's awesomeness. So we spent the night eating pizza, curled up on the sofa while watching the film.

When it finished, it was much too early for sleep and fuck all was on the tv. "Maybe we should go upstairs." His hand was on my thigh, his fingers stroking the clothed area as he spoke those words.

"Alright." I whispered, feeling my trousers suddenly feel too tight from the slight contact. Taking my hand, he pulled me to my feet and led up to my room. I was more then happy to let Matt take control, since he was far more confident then I was. When we arrived at my room, he pushed the blanket off the bed and started undoing the buttons of my shirt, kissing my neck lightly. I caressed his sides wherever my hands could reach, content to let him do whatever he wanted. I only moved my hands away when he pushed my shirt off, the white material dropping instantly to the floor.

He stood still for a few seconds, before I took the hint and pulled his tee off, dropping it to the ground too. He was so beautiful and I never understood why he was with someone like me. His hands and lips were back on me, his tongue within my mouth again while his fingers worked on undoing my fly. Everything became a blur of motion as the remainder of our clothes found their way to the floor and he pushed my onto the bed. Our erections pressed together as he ground his hips against mine. I let out a soft moan, squirming slightly under him.

His lips left mine after a few more minutes and he panted hotly against my skin, stroking my sides. "Maybe we should..." I knew what he meant without finishing the sentence. While we had done several things together, sex was not one of them.

I nodded, my own voice coming out as pant-filled as his own. "Yeah." I felt that was the only word that I could my lips could form. I took a few more deep breaths, feeling my cheeks flush red slightly as more words finally spilled from my mouth. "So, er... what do we do... exactly?" Sex-ed hadn't exactly covered gay sex and every sex scene that seemed to be on tv was straight.

He looked thoughtful for a few moments, his hands stilling and as he held onto me. "I think we need to decide which of us gets fucked." I nodded and waved my hand slightly to indicate I figured it should be me. "Alright. Now I think I'll have to finger you first to get you ready for me. Wait here." With that he hopped off me and headed out the room, wiggling his arse slightly as he went.

I heard him run down the stairs, mess about with his bag and then run back up. "Ta da!" He grinned, waving a tube in triumph. "Lay on your belly, sexy."

I nodded and rolled onto my stomach, biting my lower lip slightly. I knew I shouldn't be nervous but I couldn't seem to shake the feeling as I parted my legs so he could get between them. His hand stroked my hairy ass gently as he whispered. "Sure you're ready?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." I nodded, then felt his hands hold me open. He leaned down, flicking his tongue along my crack slowly, just as I had done to him when I was last at his place. I groaned as the soft muscle pushed inside me, wiggling around my insides. I held onto the sheets tightly, closing my eyes slightly. "Fuck..." He pressed his face against me, pushing his tongue as deep as he could and circling it lightly within my body. I gasped softly, letting out a soft whimper when he moved back from me to take in deep breaths.

I didn't have long to wait before something else was within me. This time it was one of his slender fingers, slicked up with whatever was in that tube. He eased it in slowly, the tip wiggling slightly as he did so. "Ugh... Matt..." I groaned as it filled me fully, the digit curving slightly within me. Slowly, he retreated it and pressed his ring finger alongside it. The entry of the pair of them caused me to hiss slightly in pain and he still them for a few moments, rubbing the small of my back ro relax me. Once he was sure I felt better he went back to pushing his fingers inside me, wiggling them both slightly.

He kept moving them, slowly at first but gradually speeding up until they became quick little thrusts. Every so often the tips of his fingers would press against this one spot which made me moan louder. "Oh fuck..." He chuckled and kissed the back of my neck as his fingers thrust into me hard one last time. The next time he pulled them out, they were gone completely, causing me to whimper louder then when he'd removed his tongue.

"Patience." He whispered softly as he slicked up his cock, the sounds of which I could only just about hear. Soon his hands were back on my cheeks and holding me apart again so he had a clearer view of my hole. I felt his cock head brush against my pucker. "Ready?" I nodded, not trusting my lips to make more then an incoherent babble of moans. Slowly he pushed inside me, making me hiss slightly again. He wasn't that much bigger then his fingers, though it still caused slight pain. However, this time he continued his movement, only stopping when I could feel his pubic hair and balls against my cleft.

"Fuck Jay, you feel so good..." His blunt nails gripped onto my cheeks as he began to move in and out of me. Like with his fingers, his cock brushed against a certain spot that made my back arch and low groans leave my lips. I rolled my hips back against him and he seemed to get the wordless message of 'keep fucking me right there'. His hands shifted to grip onto my hips and then he really began to move, thrusting into me at a steady pace, but gradually getting faster each time.

I gripped the sheets even tighter, practically fucking the matress with my own hip thrusts. His chest pressed against my back, sweat from both of us making our bodies stick together. His lips found my neck again, kissing along the curve of skin until he arrived at my right armpit. I felt him take a deep breath and slam into me before he started licking. If it had been any other time, the action would make me giggle uncontrollably but now it just made me moan more. He kept lapping at the curly hair, stopping only to breathe and switch pits. He licked again at the pit, inhaling my scent as he did so.

"Mmm you smell so good..." He whispered, his right hand shifting to my cock to stroke me off. "So hot..." He whispered as he wanked me, purring softly against my skin as he resumed tonguing my neck. His balls slapped against my cheeks as he pounded me hard and fast, his hand jerking and twisting in all the right ways.

"Fuck Matt... ugh..." I groaned softly, my dick aching in his hand. "You're so fucking wonderful..." Everything else I could manage was a series of mumbled swear words as he fucked me, my eyes lidding. I came across my belly and the bedsheets, moaning softly despite how unexpected it was.

"Shit!" Matt moaned behind me and it took a few seconds to realise my insides were spasming around his still cock. "Oh fuck... what are you doing..." He let out a low groan, his nails digging into my hip. I felt him unload inside me, or at least I thought that's what I felt.

I fell atop the bedsheets, turning my head slightly to watch him pull out of me. "You felt... fuck, that was amazing baby." He slipped to his knees between my legs, lazily licking across my cleft, surely lapping up whatever cum my muscles squeezed out.

"You were." I closed my eyes again, whimpering as his tongue circled my arsehole. "Thank you."

"No, thank you." He whispered, planting gently kisses on each of my cheeks before laying down beside me. I turned slightly to face him, smiling at how his hair clung to his chest, which somehow managed to make him look sexier. He wrapped an arm loosely around my waist and nuzzled against me, flinging one leg over mine posessively, even though it was unecessary. Neither of us seemed to know what to say to the other, so we just lay in a comfortable silence until Matt decided it was a good idea to go flicking through the channels.

Cuffed

2009-07-26T23:57:40Z

Cuffed
Pairing: Jay James/Matt Tuck/Moose/Padge
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jay
Prompt: Handcuffs
Warnings: BDSM
Notes: This was chosen as the next prompt by emmaopteryx and based on the cuffed shot.

I had a feeling this shoot would be a bad idea. It turned out the shoot itself was pretty fun, it was the aftermath that was the problem. The others had their cuffs released, but I was left bound. The white cloth that had served us as makeshift blindfolds and gags was now filling my mouth, making sure I couldn't make any kind of coherent sound. They'd attached their cuffs in a strange sort of chain and had attached them to mine, using the other end to pull me along. I almost tripped over my feet as they dragged me into a back room. I assumed that, from the way they tugged me here so easily and directly, that they'd planned this out beforehand. Not that that surprised me.

The room clearly served as a storeroom, though it was mostly empty. Shelves lined the walls, each one filled with various bits of equipment. I groaned behind the cloth as I felt one of them push me into the middle of the room. Hands grasped at my belt, unbuckling it as best they could from behind me. My fly was undone the second my buckle was undone. My jeans were pulled down my legs by at least two of them, leaving me naked from the waist down before I even knew what was happening.

"You're so beautiful Jay." Matt whispered softly, his hand stroking my arse gently. I gasped sofly as I felt Padge's tongue at my crack, his bushy goatee brushing my ass as he licked along my cleft. Moose took up a position in front of me, wrapping his arms around me to hold me up. Matt kissed my neck, running his hands up under my sleeveless tee, stroking at my back. It made me wish that they'd bother to strip me before pulling me out here.

I made small sounds of pleasure as Padge prised my cheeks apart, his tongue circling my ring gently, slowly pushing in and wiggling against my insides. I felt my dick stiffen between my legs from the feeling. "Hard so soon." Moose chuckled, grinding his hips slightly against mine. "You really are a little slut aren't you?" All I could was let out a muffled whimper as Padge's tongue extended as deep as it could go and swiped over my insides.

Padge kept up licking hungrily, almost as if he thought he'd be rewarded with booze if he did a licked the right spot. "Come on, stop now Padge." I whimpered, feeling Padge's tongue leave me as he was forcibly pulled back, probably by his hair, by Matt. "We need to start fucking him now and we can't with your head in the way." I heard Padge mumble soft form of reply, which was probably accompanied by his middle finger. Of course, Matt ignored it and positioned himself behind me, his slim dick pressing between my cheeks. "Mmm, think Padge's tongue got you ready enough?"

I nodded a little, but I wasn't sure if he was even looking for an answer. He held onto me, thrusting so hard that he filled my arse with his dick in one thrust. "Oh yeah, that's hot." Moose moaned softly, reaching down in front of me, undoing his three quarter lengths to pull out his dick. I reached for it with my cuffed hands, but he tutted softly. "That's not for you bitch." Instead, he took himself in hand and started wanking. Typical Moose.

I wasn't sure where Padge had gone now Matt was thrusting into me, since he didn't appear in my eyeline and I didn't feel his hands on me. Soon, it was clear where he was, as Matt moaned agaainst my ear. "Shit Padge..." I groaned softly around the gag, his dick slamming hard against my spot. He moved hard and fast, his fingers gripping hard enough on my hips that I was sure he'd leave marks.

Mere minutes after first entering me, I felt Matt spill across my insides, groaning my name against my ear. He pulled out of me, but he was quickly replaced by Padge's slightly thicker member. I groaned louder at his entrance, his arms wrapping around my waist to fuck my slick opening. He fucked me even rougher then Matt did, the sound of his hips slapping against my arse filling the air obscenely. I heard him mutter against the skin of my neck, but his words were incoherent both by his arousal and his already thick accent.

Moose stepped back from me, still jerking his cock, using the other to grip my hair hard and pull my head down so I bent at the waist. He held my head by the hair in one hand, jerking himself off with thee other, keeping himself aimed at my face. His thick dick throbbed in arousal, the tip glistening with precum. I could smell it, the scent taunting me. If I didn't have the gag in my mouth I'd have my lips wrapped around him in a heartbeat. My eyes remained glued to his cock, not wanting to watch anything else. After a few moments of watching, he jerked forward and shot all over my face. I whined, wishing I could taste the sweet salty fluid on my tongue.

However, soon I lost track of my thoughts as Padge slammed into my spot. His fingers tangled amongst my hair as son as Moose let go and he yanked me back upright so I was standing again. As soon as he did he latched onto my neck, his tongue wiggling over my sweaty skin. I purred, my eyes lidding while his teeth grazed my neck. I felt a hand on my cock, but could tell frrom the angle and the thickness of the fingers that they didn't belong to the man fucking me. I assumed it was Matt, though I was just glad to be touched, so I didn't bother to open my eyes and see who it was for sure. I jerked my hips forward to meet the movement of his fingers. He jacked me as hard as he could, probably knowing how eager I was to get off. I groaned behind the gag, thrusting forwaard hard as I came over my belly, glad to get my release at last.

Padge kept fucking me, moaning against my ear about how hot I looked. He dragged his nails over my skin, though they were so blunt I barely felt them. His hip thrusts only became harder and faster until he exploded, plastering my insides with his load.

Everything became a daze as he pulled out, though I fell to my knees. I felt Padge's tongue in my arse again, lazily scooping out the mixture of his and Matt's cum while the others watched. "Good boy." Matt purred, releasing the cuffs from my hands, removing them from my wrists. He balled the mass of cuffs together and I had the distinct feeling that the owner of those wouldn't be getting them back anytime soon.

Be A Good Girl For Me

2009-07-23T22:12:07Z

Be A Good Girl For Me
Pairing: girl!Oli Sykes/girl!Tom Sykes
Rating: NC-17
POV: girl!Tom
Warnings: Femmeslash, BDSM
Notes: This was gonna include scat/watersports, but in the end it didn't work out. I also blame this on my dreams and asphyxiatide

I gazed over at my sister, smirking at the sight of her. She was naked and tied down to a bed, squirming slightly against the sheets. A ballgag filled her mouth, causing her to drool all over her chin. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, probably hoping that I was going to free her. She was such a stupid bitch sometimes.

I walked over to her, the thigh high boots I wore making a loud noise with every step I made on the basement's cold stone floor. "Hello sister, I see you're awake at last." I smiled down at her, placing my hand on her thigh and stroking gently. Instantly she stopped struggling, looking at me curiously. "I know you may have it in your head that I'll be freeing you, but I'm not going to." I edged my fingers closer to her pussy, licking my lips as I let my fingers ghost over it. "You see, you're my captive." Her eyes widened at my words, or my touch I wasn't sure.

She mumbled something behind the gag, but I ignored her, moving my other hand to cup her nearest breast. I caressed the warm, supple flesh, smirking down at her. I'd wanted to touch her like this in so long and now I finally had the chance. She'd been so easy to ply with alcohol and it had been even easier to slip a drug into her drink to knock her out. Then I'd just been the kind girl taking her passed out sister home. "You won't be leaving this room for a long time."

I llicked my lips lightly, reaching for a lift of rope from the table beside the bed. "In time you will call me mistress." I wrapped the length slowly around the base of her left breast. "And eventually I'll release you from this bed. Once you've learned your place of course." I wrapped it tightly around her tit, then repeated the action to the right one. She struggled just a little underneath me, but I placed my hand on her stomach, atop the eagle tattoo there, to still her. "Now, now, don't struggle." I dropped the end of the rope down on the bed beside her, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "Be a good girl for me." I shifted my hands, stroking her breasts as they became slightly darker, slightly more sensitive.

"Do you like that?" I asked her as she groaned behind the gag. I licked my lips, taking the small, muffled sound as a yes. I lifted up a pair of clamps, digging the sharp teeth of them into each of her hardened nipples. She made another sound, her body jerking up each time I closed the clamps around her. I moved my fingers down her flesh, stroking her belly until my digits arrived at her cunt. I ran my fingers over her again, smiling when I felt how wet she was. This was turning her on, if she would admit it or not. I leaned down and licked her neck, purring softly as I pushed a finger into her. "Oh fuck.." I whispered to myself, marvelling at how warm she felt around my finger. I moved my finger back out slowly, placing my ring finger alongside it before returning thrm to her warmth. I curved them slightly, kissing the rose on her neck as I did so. "Ohh you feel much better then I ever imagined."

I moved my other hand to gently tug on the clamps attached to her nipples. I smirked at the delicious sounds she made behind the gag, reaching up and unbuckling it, craving to hear her properly. "Please Tom..." I growled and slapped her thigh hard for the sound to resound through the room. "I'm sorry... mistress..."

"You're learning already, good girl." I moved my fingers a little faster, leaning forward to kiss her. My tongue darted into her slutty little mouth, wiggling around her own. She tasted so good. I rubbed her clit, while speeding my fingers even more. I groaned softly, feeling self get a little wetter. I reluctantly removed my fingers from her, deciding she'd yet to earn it. She whimpered as my lips left hers as well, making me lick my lips. "Soon."

I climbed onto the bed and straddled her face, the PVC corset I wore shining slightly in the dim light. "Eat me out." I ground my hips against her face, smiling as she quickly took the hint, flicking her tongue out over my dripping wetness. "Oh yeah..." I rolled my hips, moaning softly as she wiggled it in and out, exploring my insides with the soft muscle. "Ohh... fuck!" She tugged a little at her restraints, though I assumed that was because she wanted to touch me rather then an attempt to escape from them. "Not yet little one..." I purred softly, reaching down and stroking her inked arms. "So beautiful..." I groaned loudly when her tongue shifted out of me to flick it over my clit. I let out a stream of incoherent mumbles out of my mouth, speeding up at the feeling.

Her tongue returned to my pussy, licking deep while, her nose brushed against my labia and clit. It seemed the rumors of her being a slut weren't exaggerated. I felt a slight tightness in my stomach as her actions bought me off. "Oh shit..." My hips jerked forward hard as I came, soaking her pretty face with my juices.

I panted heavily, sliding off her slowly. Her face looked beautiful, her tongue snaking out to lick at the fluid. She looked beautiful like that. "You've been a good girl, you've earned your reward." I kept panting, returning my fingers to her, thrusting them in and out of her sweet pussy. With my other hand I reached up and removed the clamps from her, hearing her sigh as I did so. I dropped the pair of them on the sheets next to her, rubbing her clit in small circles. "Such a pretty, sweet girl." I rammed my fingers in and out of her fast and hard, making a note to use larger things on her soon next time.

"Oh Tom... Oh yes...." She writhed under my touch, pushing her purpling breasts up into the cool air. Bending down slightly, I ran my tongue over the mounds of flesh, pressing my thumb slightly harder against her clit. I let my teeth graze over the sensitive skin, earning a whimpering sound from low in her throat.

Her hips raised up against my hand and I felt additional wetness soak my digits, signaling her own orgasm. "Good girl." I kissed the rose tattoo on her neck, removing my fingers from her to suckle the clear juices off me.

I uncoiled the rope from around her breasts when I was done, settling the rope to one side before perching on the bed and massaging the colour back into them. "Thank you Mistress..." She whispered in between pants and gasps, her lithe body still quaking a little.

"You're welcome my sweet pet." I leaned down and caught her lips with my own, ideas already forming on how I would use her. Then again, I'd had them swimming around my head for years, another day or two wouldn't hurt.

Strange Gifts

2009-07-20T02:35:07Z

Strange Gifts
Pairing: Jay James/Matt Tuck/Padge
Rating: NC-17
POV: Padge
Prompt: 15: Food play
Warnings: Food play
Notes: Two fics in two days woo! This is based on/majorly inspired by this video in which the interviewer gives Padge a zucchini for... fuck knows why.

As I made my way back to the bus, I felt the zucchini in my hand. I smiled slightly to myself, feeling the weight and feel of the fruit as I moved. I wasn't sure what I was meant to do with it. It was essential a courgette and I wasn't too fond of those things. However, I was sure that Jay would appreciate it. I smirked to myself at the image, which had been in my head since the interviewer has handed it me.

I hummed to myself as I opened the door to the bus, stepping inside the slightly cooler space. "How'd it go?" I turned to Matt, who was reclined on a couch, a magazine laying absently over his lap.

"It was ok." I shrugged slightly, not used to being interviewed as much as he was. Most interviewers were just interest in what Matt had to say that half the time the rest of us kept out the way. It was strange that these dudes seem to want to interview me. "And I got given this." I held it up, smiling as he smirked.

"They gave you fruit?" He chuckled and shook his head. "Americans sure are strange."

"Is Jay here?" I asked him as I stepped inside, glancing around the main area and seeing no one else. "Or is he out with Moose."

"He's upstairs." Matt nodded up the stairs and licked his lips. "You gonna use that thing on him?" I returned his nod with one of my own, tapping one end of the fruit against my chin slightly. "I'm in." He dropped the magazine on the table and stood up, leading me up the stairs to where our bassist was.

He lay on the back sofa upstairs, his eyes closed as he listened to music through the earbuds in his ears. His t-shirt had rode up slightly exposing a strip of skin over his belly. I licked my lips lightly smirking. I was sure he did these things on purpose just so we would fuck him. Matt moved closer and gripped the three quarter lengths that Jay wore, tugging them off his legs. His eyes instantly opened and focussed on us both, a hand pushing the buds out of his ears. "What's up Matt? Got a boner from your dirty mag." He glanced over at me smiling a little, lifting his hips to aid in the removal of his clothing. "Back from your interview already?"

"Yeah." I grinned, flumbling in Moose's bunk to find the lube he always kept there, smiling in triumph as my hand grasped it. When I returned to them Jay was already naked, with Matt's spit slick fingers thrusting in and out of his arse. Both were sluts. Such sluts. I shook my head slightly squirting the lube over the deep green skin of the fruit. Jay didn't seem to notice, too lost the feeling of the fingers moving in and out of his body.

I lifted a hand up to Matt, indicating that he should remove the fingers but he still managed to thrust the digits in twice more before slipping them out. I nudged Matt out of the way slightly, placing the tip of the fruit against Jay's open asshole. "What the..." Jay's eyes opened again at the unfamiliar feeling but I just thrust it inside him, causing him to groan and jerk his hips up. "What have you put in me this time?" He was not unfamiliar with strange items going up his ass. Drumsticks, bottles, cans, mics.... almost anything even vaguely dick-shaped that came to hand went up his arse. However, this was the first fruit or any food for that matter.

I stared at his hole smirking at how pretty it looked stretched around the fruit occasionally twitching as I started to move it in and out. Matt was stroking his hips, his fingers touching everywhere but where Jay needed to be touched. His stiff dick bobbed up down down the tip shining. I thrust the fruit inside him near fully, marvelling at how it filled him. It was almost the length of my forearm, though only about half as thick.He'd managed to take that fairly easily too.

I reached between my legs undoing my fly as best I could, pulling out my stiff dick. I barely had it out before Matt's head was between my legs, his lips encircling my hardness. I groaned softly in surprise, placing my hand on the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his soft locks. As he started bobbing up and down, taking more of me down his throat on each descent, he planted his hand on mine elping me keep the thrusts up.

Jay had now taken the initiative and was now wanking himself off, his other hand absently stroking his chest. I couldn't help but think that he was truly beautiful. I let out a low groan as Matt wiggled his tongue against me in that way that he knew drove me crazy. I could practically feel him smirking around me, his other hand caressing my hairy sac. "Oh fuck..." I moaned softly gripping his hair tighter as he flicked his tongue again againt my cock. "T... touch yourself Matt."

He nodded and let go of my balls, shifting his and between his legs to free his slimmer but equally hard cock. He wrapped his fingers around it, tugging on himself quickly while he lips squeezed around me. I didn't really get to see him too much since his lips and tongue were both far too distracting. He had way too much practice at this. My eyes lidded slightly, my head tipping back as I thrust my hips to meet his sweet face. I felt myself getting closer so I opened my eyes and watched as we fucked Jay's ass with the fruit, my lips curving into a smirk at the beautiful sight. I was thankful that the fruit was solid enough to withstand his clenching muscles else things would've gotten messy.

"Oh fuck..." That was the only Matt got as I came down his throat my hand holding him close and forcing him to swallow it all. Well, force was probably a severe overstatement.

I turned my head back to Jay, who was as much of a sweaty, panty mess as I was. His hips were thrusting up to meet his hand, his other one taking over from us with the movement of the fruit. "Mmmm thanks for this Padge, it feels so so good..." He groaned, his body aching slightly. "Where'd you get it?"

"Interviewer." Matt replied for me, shifting back from my crotch and wiping the saliva from his lips with the back of his hand. He stood up off the floor, his hand still working his dick as he settled beside Jay's head. The bassist shifted and made one of the faces he made onstage before taking Matt's dick between his lips. A settled at the other end of the couch, lifting Jay's legs up to settle them over my own. I caressed the skin of Jay's calves and thighs, purring softly in between pants.

Since Jay's attentions were now focussed elsewhere I shifted his hand from the fruit, taking over his movements again. I thrust it in and out of his body as hard as I could, watching him twist and writhe. Sweat clung to his body, dripping down his sides on each thrust. He jerked up hard, moaning around the dick in his mouth as his own shot over his belly in thick spurts.

I couldn't help myself, as soon as his body stilled I leaned down and awkwardly licked the salty fluid from his skin, stroking his sides. "Mmmm you taste so good." He moaned around Matt's cock, the vibrations enough to back him shot his load too. Pity really. I was all ready to lean up and eat out his sweet arse.

"Have fun Jay?" I asked once Matt had removed himself from Jay's mouth and flopped down beside him.

"Mmmm... that was fun." He nodded and I grinned, grasping the deep green fruit with my hand, sliding it out of him with a soft, wet pop. I dropped the fruit on the table-top, wondering what else we could possibly do with it. I had a feeling it would be just dropped inside the fridge downstairs once one of us found the strength to move. In the meantime though I was content to just sit with my bandmates in our post-orgasmic state, panting softly.