Kinky Boys : JC/Chris You were pissed. So fucking pissed your nails were digging into your palm threatening to draw blood. And Chris was laughing. Fucking laughing in that hysterical high pitched whine he gets when something horrible is happening. Something totally unexpected and crazy. Something only he could concoct in his insane little head. Like getting locked inside a porn shop. With no way out. “Stop bitching, C,” he told you. But the veins in your head were bulging, and you’re hands wanted to curl around his neck and choke him. Because it had been him to suggest going there in the first place. His idea to sneak out of the hotel and wander the streets at midnight. His brainy plan to slip into the two story adult store with the whips and chains, and God knew what else. So what if you’d been hard most of the time. That certainly wasn’t your fault. Was it? The store was illuminated by those funky security lights, and you stumbled along behind him like a petulant child because you seriously couldn’t even think straight. Not with leather clad mannequins glaring at you. And dildos the size of your arm poking out at you. Scary shit. Shit that made you tingly though. “Chris, lets just call for help and...” “And what?” Chris looked maniacal standing there, a whip sliding between his fingers. “And let the headlines read “N Sync members caught with their pants down?” I think not.” He cracked the whip across the back of your legs, and even though you had jeans on, the sting spread over your body. Unfairly. “I dunno,” you said, reaching down to adjust your dick. “We could call Lance. He’d know what to do.” “Fuck Lance,” Chris snorted, tossing the whip to the side. In one wicked flash, he had your shirt fisted in his hands. “I mean that literally sometimes.” Your eyes were huge. Wide with too much concern. A true panic that you were locked in this fucking place with Chris of all people. Chris who was seemingly thrilled at the mere idea of having free run over all this...this stuff. Of course, you were known as the kinky one right? The one who dug into threesomes and was bi. The one who was doggie eyed and doggie styled over Lance. The one who was caught with handcuffs while passing through the airline metal detector. So why was it so daunting to be locked inside this store with Chris staring at you like dinner? “Chris, I think we should call someone.” You tried again, ignoring the shelf lined with vibrators. Curled vibrators that you knew would damn well hit that spot inside of you and make you come with the force of a thousand rockets.  And was it fucking hot in the store? Because you were sweating, beads of perspiration danced down your temples. And Chris was sitting cross-legged next to the edible panties, ripping boxes open tasting each flavor. Eyeing you with that lascivious look. Like he wanted to eat you next. “Did you hear me?” you asked, kicking out at the floorboard. “We need to call someone.” “Fuck that,” Chris said, spitting the banana flavored panties out onto the floor. “We’re staying. Until the damn guards come and let us out in the morning.” He threw the empty packages over his shoulder and stood up to stretch. You were kind of jealous though because he was so collected. And you were panicking because you were horny. So turned on your pants seemed smaller than they had at the  start of this little excursion. Very tight and very stiff. Chris was gone, already bounding down the next aisle. “Holy shit!” he cried, and you shook your head, fearful of that shimmer in his voice. “Oh you have to see this C!” His body skimmed around the corner and you blinked. Twice just to be sure. “What the fuck?” you squeaked, and you only squeaked because you were turned on. Daring your body to inch closer and let Chris wrench your pants down and slip that cock pump over you. Use the ugly yellow handle to drive you to orgasm. Or something. Your hand kept traveling down toward your crotch and you hoped to God Chris wasn’t noticing. But he was...and he was licking his lips. You hoped it was because of the banana berry panties that stuck all over his lips. Once he began to caress the pump dramatically, you knew it wasn’t the sex candy. “I’m fucking calling,” you said. Your voice cracked, betraying what you really wanted to do. Which was have the balls to stay put. Kiss some of that sticky goo off Chris and see what happened. All that zigzagged through your head was when the fuck did your jeans get so tight? “Body powder!” Chris screeched, tossing the pump to the floor. “JC, come here!” And God help you, but you did. Shuffling slowly with your hands in your pockets like a child. But your finger was playing with the tip of your dick in those pockets which made you feel kind of sneaky. Suddenly the phone call wasn’t so important and maybe, just maybe, you would allow Chris to take charge here. In more ways than one. “Lie down,” Chris demanded, pointing to a bear skin rug in front of a faux fireplace. You stared at the blow up dolls in the sixty-nine position for a moment before booting them to the side. Ready to drop to your knees and do whatever Chris asked. Maybe it was the way his eyes shone like onyx in the shadows of the store. Or the way his Harley tee shirt hung on his body. Or being in this store. The way he looked at you...a decadence that mixed with a challenge. You found yourself lying down though, on your back with your hands folded behind your head. There was no way Chris would miss the erection protruding, and while your blood burned and your head spun into the pits of hell...you didn’t care. In fact, you kind of wanted him to fondle you. Run his fingers over you and tempt that kinky side to emerge. Chris knelt down and held the silver canister up. Inching forward, his fingers tucked under the hem of your shirt, hauling it up a bit. “Body powder,” he grinned, popping the top off. “Uh, Chris?” You were uneasy, hesitant of the sugar content because what was it Lance always said about keeping sugar away from Chris? Something about a hurricane? You didn’t want him getting freaky and clamping down in some kind of fit. In some sensitive spot where the sun didn’t shine. A place that could scar you for life. “What?” He was already sprinkling the dust over your belly button, watching it dance against your skin with lunatic eyes. “Why don’t you lie down?” you suggested, already brushing some of the stuff from your body. Because maybe licking his body would be more sensual...and a little safer. But Chris shoved you back, hard, and pain slithered through the back of your head as it bounced off the rug. “Fuck! Chris!” “What?” he asked and the innocence was phony. Completely fake as he tore at your shirt, ripping it straight down the center. “Keep still. I wanna taste this shit.” What the hell could you do? He was shaking the silky powder over your chest, dumping it across your exposed nipples and then his tongue came out. Licking across the dust gradually. So much heat fell from his mouth to your skin it pulsated painfully. It was then you saw the real Chris. The one hiding so skillfully behind the games and laughs. The Chris that radiated this crazy ass sexual aura that you couldn’t run from. He was beside you, lapping at your nipples, running the tip of his tongue around and around them until they puckered and stood erect. “Jesus, JC!” Chris exclaimed, pushing his face into yours. “You’re really turned on!” A unbearable flush crawled over your body, over your ears and cheeks when he said that because what the hell did he expect? You were humiliated and a little annoyed, so you sprang up, ignoring the scattering of body powder...and the hardness between your legs. “Fuck you!” You could do it yourself anyway, you thought, staggering to your feet. Find a nice corner of the store and rip open one of these funky ass dildos maybe. Get some flavored lube. Fuck yourself silly if you wanted. You sure didn’t need Chris and his childish games to get you off. The click was so loud you jumped. Then tried to yank at your hands. “Oh you did not!” you hissed, tugging at your hands. Cuffed hands. His impish grin just made you more livid and you lunged, but because your hands were bound behind your back, you tripped right into him. He lowered you immediately onto your belly and straddled your back. “You gonna play with me?” he licked at your ear. “I want you to play with me tonight. Really play with me.” Play? You were swimming and grunting, trying to get him off you. But your cock was grinding into the floor, rubbing and thrusting...and wouldn’t it be nicer to sink into his ass rather than some cold floor. “Fine,” you said tightly, your cheek pressed into the cool tile. “I’ll play with you, Chris.” “Anything I want to play?” he pushed, kneading your ass with his hand. “Anything you want,” you whispered. And suddenly you were a puddle of pure want. Ready to submit. “Good.” Chris lugged you up, much like a cop, and threw you down onto a bench. A leather bench with shackles and this daunting vibrating thing that glowed in the dark. He uncuffed your hands and stared. Just stared. Like a predator. His hands were nimble, a mere blur as he unzipped your jeans and tugged them off. A flick of his wrist and the torn shirt that hung pathetically from your shoulders was gone as well, balled up and discarded like old socks. Lying in your boxers, you could barely breathe, and with your dick poking out like some lewd sign of desire. You felt exposed and warm all over. The muscles in your stomach contracting with each touch of his hands. His mouth was on your neck, sucking the flesh until it was raw. It made your hips thrust and your lips curl back. Moans thundered from your throat in some kind of twisted song. Chris was kissing your neck. And you liked it. Chris withdrew and licked his lips, the sticky panty residue now covering your neck. He smiled and trailed a finger down your chest, past your belly button, down inside your boxers. His hand wrapped around your cock firmly, and tugged once, leaving you writhing and your toes curling. “Chris,” you growled. “Feet. In there,” he said, motioning to the shackles at the base of the long board. It reminded you of a dentist’s chair, only you knew there would be no pain here. He yanked at your sneakers, popping them off before sliding your socks down and off. Clamping your ankles into the shackles you flinched. It caught a hint of your skin and pinched. But nothing could have prepared you for the start of the machine. The real reason you were strapped down. The evil gleam that Chris sent right into you. “What’s that?” you asked weakly. “Hah!” was the reply. He jerked the shackled bars away from each other sending your legs sprawling apart. A rather large vibrating pink dildo aimed right at you. Directly at your ass. Moving with a control Chris held. “Oh,” you gasped as he slathered lube over you. “I don’t know...” “Play with me,” he smiled. “Come on.” There was nothing more you could say as he slipped a finger inside of you. Then two. And your dick was springing up, twitching and leaking and so stiff. Your hips were rocking and your fingers curled under the leather straps over your head. It was odd to have sex with no intimacy. Feel so alive and passionate without the usual foreplay you liked. Lots of kissing and touching. A little oral action perhaps. But this. This was surreal. Clinical. Selfish. Totally erotic in its own way. Chris was pushing, twisting inside and you thought you were going to come. Blow up dolls stared down at you vacantly with wide mouths and large plastic nipples. Chains hung over your head and the scent of leather was thick in the air. He moved suddenly, toward your head. “Ready?” he said, bending down toward your mouth. “I think this is gonna be fucking hot.” You nodded because your lips were numb and you watched with narrowed eyes as the pink torpedo-shaped object moved forward. Slowly. Inching at a snail’s pace. Creeping toward you. “Bend your knees,” Chris instructed. “And lift your ass a little.” You swallowed thickly but did as you were told. The shackles moved with one effortless touch and soon your cock was bobbing against your stomach. You could feel the tip of the dildo brushing against your ass. “I’m going in,” Chris announced and when you curved your head to look up at him, he was grinning. He looked down at you and chewed on his lip. “This is fucking crazy,” he gasped. He had no idea as you shoved down to urge the toy inside. It skated in, a tiny bit at a time. You could see Chris’ eyes focusing in concentration, being sure not to go too fast. Using the controls to propel a little more. “Okay?” he asked. You nodded again, and chomped on the inside of your cheek. Slowly it entered you and you bit your lip hard. Harder than you intended because you drew blood but fuck if that thing didn’t feel good. You were hissing and unable to control your mind. Your heart was slamming, thumping against your ribs with enough force to stifle your breath. It was all the way in, and Chris let out a small whoop. When your head slid to the side you could see the bulge in his pants, your eyes level with his dark jeans. The curve of his cock prominent. Through his playfulness he was hard. And you wanted a taste. Your body wiggled a little to the left. Reaching for him. He inched forward to peer between your legs to watch and your mouth opened. One jerk of your body and your lips covered him. He struggled for breath, recoiled a bit and now it was your turn to grin sinfully. “JC, oh god,” he garbled, unzipping his jeans hurriedly. He held his cock between his fingers and offered it. And you took it ravenously. Letting it fall into your mouth as he controlled the device gliding repeatedly in and out of you. You sucked and licked, savoring the taste of him. Wishing you could pull your hands down and fondle his balls, tug at them and drive him mad. Humming into his cock served a higher purpose as he growled lustily down at you, his body crumpling forward across your stomach. His mouth found your erection and you wished he would just climb over you already. Might as well go all the way. “Chris,” you mumbled, twisting your face away. “Christ. Chris. Climb the fuck up here.” “What?” he whispered, peering over at you. “Fucking hell, Chris. Sixty-nine!” You’d done it with male and female alike but the way Chris stared at you, then backed off...well it told you all you needed to know. He was pussying out. “This has gone far enough,” he said faintly, turning away. You were pissed, enraged as the dildo sat inside of you vibrating. You wanted him. And he was pulling back. “Fuck you!” you hissed at him. “Get back here!” He was apprehensive and when he looked at you, it was that fear that you saw. That urged you on. “It feels good,” you whispered to him, easing up. “Honest to God.” The vibrations were whacking your system out and you could feel the drips from your cock on your stomach. Your dick still damp where his mouth had been. “Chris?” Chris shrugged and you weren’t sure what it meant, but he stripped steadily. And you could see him tremble in the dimness of the store. He looked so sexy in that moment, vulnerable and delicious. Wasn’t it ironic that you had never thought of fucking him before. And now you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The toy was not yielding in any way. The muscles in your groin were working vigorously, in your stomach. Everything tensing so you didn’t come. Tingles spread out over your skin, hot prickles that made your body thrust involuntarily. Soon he was naked, and so pretty in the pale light. The controller shook in his hands and he looked at you with confusion. “So what do I do?” You smiled, to comfort him. “Climb over me. Your knees by my shoulders. That’s the position, Chris. Then just do what feels good.” He blushed, you would swear. Actually blushed as he inched over you . His dick hung down, sweeping against your lips and you took it voraciously. Lapping at the tip, sucking as much as your mouth could get. Chris was still timid between your legs so you craned your neck up to take as much of him down as you could. He collapsed on your face, his hips pressing down into you. Gasping for breath, you coiled your head to the side for air before letting him back in. He was chanting and soon going at you with careless abandon. Struggling to please. And it felt so good with the toy lodged inside of you, wiggling in diminutive motions. Touching every place all at once. And he was into it suddenly, muttering obscenities against your flesh. Digging into you until your eyes rolled back and your body tensed. You tried to warn, to thrust your hips enough for him to scoot away. It was too late though as the explosion roared through you. You screamed around his cock, your toes curling and your wrists digging against the leather straps. So loud your lungs hurt from the pressure. Chris leaned up a little and arched his back, sliding a look between his legs. He smiled shyly before licking you one more time. When he crawled off you and delicately used the remote to pull the toy from you, it was an empty sad feeling. A chill that covered you insistently. Tenderly, he released your ankles and wrists, staring at you with wide brown eyes and lips that spasmed at the side. “Why did you move?” you asked breathlessly. Again with the shrug. “I dunno.” As soon as you were free, you stumbled to your feet and wrapped your long arms around his body from behind...let your hands drift leisurely down his body to grab his cock. “Chris,” you whispered into his ear. “Don’t you want me to make you come?” You were gone, that little kink switch already on. Blazing brightly as his head fell back on your shoulder. “You don’t have to,” he said. His mouth lied though, and you saw right through it. “Come with me,” you said, padding barefoot to the next level of the store. His hand was slick in yours, sweaty and warm. It was interesting how Chris played so loudly before but withdrew suddenly when faced with the kink head on. So you decided to teach him a little. Slumping down in a couch near mountains of Kama Sutra books in front of a huge wall sized mirror, you pulled him into your lap. “Watch,” you whispered, running your tongue around his ear. “Spread your legs and watch my hand.” And he did. You could see his reflection in the mirror, the way his mouth flopped open and his eyes narrowed watching your hands drift over his chest, plucking at his nipples. He sighed, a long drawn out sigh that arched straight into you. A sexy breath that made your body convulse with life. Slowly you dragged one hand down his damp flesh, landing between his legs. Gripping his cock you ran your fingers around the head. Pressing where you like to be touched. He quivered in your arms and you added your other hand, cupping his balls firmly. Jerking him off while he watched. It was simple really, something you’d done millions of times, but Chris was clenching your knees and making these throaty sounds. You could see him in the mirror, struggling to watch as his eyes drifted open and closed. Rocking his hips into the air. Thrusting endlessly into your hand. One of his hands tangled in your hair and yanked, plucking strands out. You winced but it turned you on, springing your dick back to life. It grew against his ass and you massaged him harder. Pumping your hand faster and faster, relishing the way his chest heaved in a struggle for air. His whimpers and glassy eyes urging you forward. He came in a muted cry, grew very still as his orgasm ripped across him. Without thinking, you rolled him over and began to grind against his ass, humping to get off. Unwilling to cross boundaries that might frighten him. You weren’t a beast after all. He lay still, gasping beneath you as your eyes met in the mirror. Watching yourself was as thrilling as seeing his body squirming under you. Insanity rocked over you as you came on him, without warning...with a deep and satisfied growl. And slumber took you both as you curled into each other for warmth. ************ “JC!” Lance’s voice roared through your mind and Chris looked up at you. “We are so snagged,” he laughed, scrambling under the covers. “Shh! He’ll go away,” you said quietly, stifling a laugh. Slowly the door creaked open. A sliver of light fell through the doorway and you could make out the mop of crushed blonde spikes in the shadows. “C you in here?” Chris laughed against your chest and you tried to shush him, but he was near hysterics. “Chris shut the fuck up,” you reprimanded. The light went on and Lance stood there, mouth open, eyes wide. “Holy mother of Jesus!” he gasped, turning crimson. “Hey, Lance,” you said. “Could you uh, get the lights on your way out? My hands are kinda...” “Tied up!” Lance shrieked, backing away. The blanked moved and you could feel Chris slithering up your body, sucking on your inner thigh. “Who’s that?” Lance cried, watching the lump move. You chuckled and opened your mouth to answer but Lance waved his hand and covered his ears. “I so don’t want to know,” he gasped, bowing out of the room. “The lights!” you called out, giggling uncontrollably. He snapped them off and shut the door. Chris popped his head out and kissed your lips. “Think he’ll be alright?” he asked, nuzzling against your neck. “He’ll get over it,” you assured Chris, thrusting against his hip. “Now, kinky boy, get back to work.” [ back ]  [ feedback ]