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[silentblast.livejournal.com]

I'd like to request for a AJ/JC/Lance threesome, dark, edgy, kinky, you get the picture. Or any permutation of the threesome (AJ/Lance, Letterboys, whatever) if it's too hard,

Thanks in advance!

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[hegemony.livejournal.com]

it's a little sketchy in some spots. There are things I just can't change. But I hope it suffices.
The life of rehab and hiatus took its toll on JC, AJ and Lance. They decided to get through it together, help each other out through harder times and strengthen a relationship all three had shared but not one had known the origins of. Lance always wondered about that.

As time went on, this lead all three of them into something much, much darker.

JC was a fan of his own torture. He liked his hands bound to the frame of his canopy bed, his body taunt and his mouth filled with someone’s cock. He liked to wear chaps with nothing underneath, his legs hooked and stretched apart with spreader bars and shackles. And he loved when AJ or Lance would stand behind his body, drag themselves down his spine while jacking off, and teasing him. He loved to burn under the skin, hear dirty words in his ear and feel the quickest, shallowest entrances in his life. Quicker and shallower than several of his own entrances at award shows, which were mostly quick and shallow. And that, Lance decided, took major skill.

AJ was one for domination and masochism. JC or Lance, whichever his victim would be that night, would surface the next day with bruises, cuts, swollen lips and painfully erect cocks. He’d let them wallow in it for the next day and a half, the more embarassment the better. One time, he blindfolded and gagged Lance and JC, binding them together, back to back, and invited a few friends over to experience the art in motion. Good friends of all three watched as they bucked and slapped skin to skin with each other, trying to rid themselves of the monsters between their legs (which had also been bound together). He got off on it.

He also got off on pretending to hate JC with fiery passion. It made the for the best kind of sex: Angry, filled with name calling and the such while JC holds on for dear life and Lance smiles at you while filling up JC’s mouth with fleshy muscle.

part two below

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Even though JC was publicized in some circles for being a voyeur, Lance was truly it. He loved to watch anything JC and AJ would do to each other, seeing as they could bend well around each other and were equal in almost all senses of the word.

Lance was the ‘spider’ to both JC and AJ’s ‘fly’. When the two of them would show up to his house, he’d find ways to make them fall asleep, get them pliant without getting AJ re-addicted to whatever he’d flushed out, get them to let him do anything he wanted. JC can remember the first time he did this, via vallium and some good porn, he woke up in a daze, with a parental advisory label tattooed on his hip. Lance had nibbled on his ear and smiled at him, saying that he wanted to give JC something that no record company would give. Something to wreck that whole image that had been built around JC, the one that was clean and shy, sweet and floaty, simply because that wasn’t his JC. And AJ didn’t need one of those.

However, this time, Both AJ and JC woke up in a candle-lit room, stripped down, already erect, gagged and feet to head. Lance had fitted the bed with black satin sheets and pulled the velvet curtains back so that light would stay away from this place.

Lance moved them as if they were dolls, inserting dildos in each of them before pulling AJ on his knees, then on top of JC. Pulling JC’s knees up so that his thighs could feel the brillo pad of AJ’s hair. Shackling arms and thighs and calves together and binding torsos up before taking off the gags and letting cocks slip into mouths. Lance’s eyes lit up as the candles flared, casting shadows and illuminating ivory skin. He took out a cigar, lit it on a candle, and inserted it into his mouth, backing away as both AJ and JC began to realize what they had been locked into, sucking and slapping and grinding against one another.

He sat on a leather chair in the shadows, with a perfect view of the show, and quietly puffed on his cigar, enjoying an intoxicating glass of brandy. He wondered just how many times they could get each other to cum. He wondered how long it would take both of them to wake up from their sated dreamlands, and realize that they had been bound together. He wondered how long before AJ’s ‘hatred of JC’ act would kick in, how long it would take before he had to reach for that roll of bondage tape to tape AJ down and let him finish the job.

He wondered about a lot of things.

[silentblast.livejournal.com]

*fans self*

I think you hit everyone of my kinks without it going overboard. Reading this at work sure beats searching for websites.

And Lance is such a sexy evil overlord. *licks*

Thank you!