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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]

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!