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.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2004-02-15 06:43 pm (UTC)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