And then there was this...

[saturn]

powrhug took the answers from my kinky either/or survey and used the powers of text messaging to send me some killer smut. My phone was beeping all day. Smut. Pure smut. You've been warned. But, dang!


Joey placed the pillows one on top of the other in anticipation of what was to come. Once JC arrived, Joey kissed him with an urgent tongue and roaming hands, slipping the blindfold over JC’s head with a quickness that left him shivering in anticipation—evident in his quickly rising erection. In the bedroom, strong firm hands urged JC onto the bed, over the pillows, hips riding high with legs spread obscenely.

Joey leaned in close to whisper, "First I’m going to punish your beautiful ass. Then I’m going to take it with something I bought for us. No talking, C. None. No words, no sounds unless I say."

Joey slid his hand across JC’s jeans, slapping not hard, just sharp, building slowly before unbuckling and pulling down and off.

There was no sound from JC, not even movement as Joey rubbed slow circles across his skin. "I’ve heard it hurts more if the skin is wet. Do you want to find out, baby?" Joey asked as he slapped JC’s ass repeatedly, causing JC’s hips to rock forward. JC moaned at the words.

JC whimpered deep from his throat as he felt the spray cooling his already warm ass. Then hands, Joey’s hands, were rubbing, spreading, causing JC to grind his erection into the pillows before him. Needing contact. And he said "please" before he could stop himself.

Joey licked the red hot skin of JC’s punished ass, causing JC to arch back, needing more, as Joey reached between JC’s legs to cup and squeeze his balls hard enough to make JC whimper and beg again.

"It’s going to be hard and fast," Joey said, murmuring against JC, causing him to shiver in anticipation. JC fisted the sheets as he pressed blindfolded eyes back and forth against the bed in a rocking motion. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," he said, as Joey pressed the first anal bead against his unprepared opening.

"Fuck," he hissed as the first one was through, was in, was there…soon to be followed by another and another and another until he was filled. Joey pressed a hand to the small of JC’s back making soothing noises as he began to push and pull on the string, bumping the inserted beads against JC’s prostate until he was pleading for Joey to stop, saying, "Too much, please, too much." His cock ached to be touched and he jerked his hips into the pillow trying to come. But Joey pushed the beads in again roughly and stepped back, picking up the hairbrush he’d set aside, and delivered five quick hard blows.

"I told you not to talk, slut," he said, and added, "Don’t you come," as he hit once, twice, six more times.

But JC was over the edge, falling fast as the tension became too much and he cried out, "Joe, I’m coming," as he began to shake. Joey spanked him again, twice, three times with the hardest strokes, then dropped the brush to grab the string, pulling slowly at the beads as JC’s body was wracked by orgasm. The final bead sliding roughly against him as the pillow under him became wet with his come. And, as he lay, boneless and blissful and pliant, Joey entered him, fucking him hard.


Thanks Kare!