Sexy Saturday 11/30/2019

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Here is a tasty sneak peek at the Cold Hard Cash sequel! Jimmy’s been a bad boy and Cold is gonna help set him straight. Hope everyone had a wonderful Turkey Day and the rest of your holiday weekend kicks some booty!

Warnings: NSFW/spankings/all that good stuff


“How many times did you lie to your father, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked firmly.

“At least five,” Jimmy said, a quick flash of shame curling in his stomach, “and seven times to Maury.”

“Twelve little lies,” Cold tutted, the tips of his fingers touching the base of Jimmy’s spine. “I think twelve spankings is a good start to your punishment, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” Jimmy closed his eyes, his entire body melting as he prepared himself for the first blow. He needed this so badly, he needed to be good.

Cold’s hand cracked across Jimmy’s left cheek with a loud pop, counting out loud, “One.”

Jimmy flinched, taking a deep breath as his skin stung in the most delicious way. The first strike was the easiest although his body tried to move away. He held fast, gasping as Cold spanked the same cheek again.


This one burned a little more after the initial slap, but Jimmy breathed through it.


Jimmy jerked, groaning as Cold put more force behind this spanking. He gritted his teeth, his flesh starting to throb softly. He wanted Cold to switch to the other side, but he showed no signs of changing.


“Oh…” Jimmy whimpered.


“Oh, fuck!” Jimmy’s cheek felt scalded now and he ducked his head down. His face was hot, seeking the cool fabric of the comforter to soothe him. His breathing was becoming more ragged, knowing he wasn’t even halfway done with his punishment yet and his thoughts were starting to fog.



“Seven. Eight. Nine.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jimmy began to sob, rocking back and forth on his knees as he sought relief from the pain. It burned and throbbed, his entire body strung out from a blinding rush of adrenaline.

He took several shaking breaths, groaning when Cold’s palm smoothed over his abused cheek. The burn seemed to radiate across his skin and Cold’s soft touch was like a ripple over a small pond that sent waves of sensation over Jimmy’s entire body.


Jimmy sobbed, clawing at the bed as his eyes began to water.


Jimmy gritted his teeth, telling himself there was only one more, just one more to bare and it would be over.

But the twelfth never came.

Instead, Cold was rummaging around in their beside drawer, ordering, “Don’t move, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy froze, panting and trying to twist his head without compromising his position to see what Cold was doing. He swallowed back his tears, sniffing softly, “Did I do something wrong, sir?”

“On the contrary,” Cold replied, “you were splendid, but I’m not done with your punishment yet.” He moved back behind Jimmy, securing a snug cock ring around his balls and shaft. He checked the fit with a firm tug, asking, “Yes?”

“It’s fine, sir,” Jimmy said, the pressure in his balls already starting to build. He was relaxed now, turning his cheek against the bed as Cold’s freshly lubricated fingers began to play around his hole.

Slick silicone pressed inside of him and Jimmy recognized the familiar vibrating toy. It was set on low for now, a pleasant flutter compared to the throbbing still resonating through his spanked cheek. He shifted his hips, rocking back against Cold’s hand as pushed them toy all the way inside.

“I don’t understand,” Jimmy whined quietly. “What’s, what’s my punishment, sir?”

“This,” Cold said, turning the strength of the vibrations up before grabbing Jimmy’s hips. His monstrous cock pressed against Jimmy’s ass, separated only by the cloth of his pants. “You’re going to stay here, just like this, without touching yourself. Do you understand?”

“Wait, wait!” Jimmy whined, groaning as the vibrations increased. “What if I come? What if… What if I’m not good?”

“Oh, you’ll be perfect,” Cold promised. “I know you will be.”

Jimmy jerked his head up when he realized Cold was leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. He didn’t know what the range was on that damn remote for the plug, but it had to be pretty darn far because the pulsing was only getting stronger.

He bowed his head back down, staring dumbly between his legs at his dripping cock. It was swollen and red, glistening with oozing precome and the vibrations were absolutely relentless. Cold hadn’t said he couldn’t come, and he didn’t know if he was honestly would be able to stop himself if he had.

Jimmy rocked back and forth on his elbows, pushing himself flat against the bed. The pressure of the comforter was too much and before he knew it, he was coming, grinding clumsily down to chase the intense shivers of his orgasm. He kept humping the bed, crying softly as the vibrations took him from pleasure to severe overstimulation.

The pulsing relaxed to a dull hum, Jimmy’s balls absolutely aching from coming so fast. His head actually hurt from the rush, mindlessly rutting his hips in little circles. He was still hard, his cheek still stinging, and that damn plug was still vibrating away.

He could feel sweat breaking out all over his skin, his heart pounding down between his legs as the toy’s vibrations began to slowly pick back up. It took several minutes before they were at full strength, Jimmy left struggling and moaning as he fought not to touch himself. He wanted to come again so badly, anything to grant relief from the incredible pressure.

Jimmy started grinding against the bed again, too desperate to be ashamed of himself. He started moaning more loudly, grabbing a hold of the far edge of the mattress for leverage as he fucked the bed. Being trapped between his stomach and the comforter wasn’t nearly enough friction for his cock, but the vibrations were pounding away inside of him against his prostate and he was so miserably close.

He started to pant, trying to get himself there as fast as he could. The taste of climax felt like it was only moments away, his cock and balls throbbing as he climbed closer and closer to the edge.

And then the vibrations stopped.

Jimmy groaned in frustration at the loss of stimulation, trying to rub his cock and catch the right angle to make himself come. “Fuck! Mmmph! Come on!”

“Mmm, look at you,” Cold’s voice suddenly purred from behind him. “So desperate, so full of need… how many times did you come, Mr. Poe?”

“Just once, sir,” Jimmy replied with a needy little whine. “I was so close, please… Please, I wanna come.”

“No.” Cold held Jimmy’s hip, carefully pulling out the toy and setting it aside to clean up later. He spread Jimmy’s cheeks apart, squeezing the tender one purposely and chuckling when Jimmy wiggled. “Not yet. Not until you’re nice and full, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy wanted to scream, but he held it in, relaxing when Cold pressed his bare cock against his hole. He groaned greedily as Cold pushed inside, the slide slick and easy, taking in every thick inch. He sighed in relief when Cold finally released the cock ring, a fresh rush of blood feeding the burning between his legs.

“There,” Cold purred, thrusting into Jimmy slow and deep. He held Jimmy’s hips tightly, “Just like that, Mr. Poe… my good boy… my perfect, good boy…”

“Yours,” Jimmy cried, his thighs shaking as he clung to the bed to ground himself. He couldn’t take much more, his entire body wrung out with pleasure and pain. “All yours, forever…”

Cold’s pace began to pick up, growling fiercely, “Are you ready to come for me, Mr. Poe?”

“Yes! Please, please, please!”

“Then fucking come!”

Jimmy didn’t hesitate, reaching down to grab himself with a firm hand. He began to stroke, sobbing as he felt his climax stealing away any rational senses and forcing his breath to catch. “Rod! Oh, God! God!”

Cold’s hand came down with one final crack on Jimmy’s ass.

“Fuck!” Jimmy screamed, his vision whiting out as he came hard and shuddered with pleasure. He could feel the echoes of Cold’s firm hand all the way down in his toes, whimpering weakly.

Cold pulled out to finish, grunting as he spilled all over Jimmy’s well spanked ass. Jimmy could hear the smirk in his voice as Cold teased, “Twelve.”

Sexy Saturday 11/23/2019

Hey kits and kittens! Today’s Sexy Saturday is something super fun! Imagine that Tinkerbell is a lovely boy fairy and he decides to make a deal with Captain Hook, add some tasty smut, and voila! Definitely inspired by the movie Hook and a prompt I got on Tumblr, I hope you enjoy today’s post!

Warnings: NSFW/bondage/cross-dressing because even if he’s a boy Bell is wearing that skimpy little green dress XD


“Seven days,” Bell swore, marching boldly across Captain Hook’s desk. “In seven days, I promise you that I can get Peter Pan back into fighting shape!”

“That bloated, fumbling codfish is not a Pan,” Hook snarled, tempted to grab the little fairy and crush him right in his hand. “He’s completely forgotten Neverland. He’s forgotten everything!”

“Come on! You promised your men the war of the century,” Bell went on defiantly. “Do you want to be remembered as a bully or as the great warrior who defeated a heroic Pan?”

Hook bared his teeth in an angry sneer.

“Seven days,” Bell repeated firmly. “Give me a week and I can get him back into shape so you can have your stinky little war.”

“Two days,” Hook countered, slamming his hook into the desk right in front of Bell.

“Four!” Bell’s wings flickered, flying up to stand on the curve of the captain’s hook. “Bare minimum for a decent Pan.”

“Three days,” Hook offered, his face suddenly transforming into a coy smile, “and you let me tie you up… for old times’ sake.”

Bell’s face flushed, glaring up at Hook as he hissed, “That was a long time ago! You had freakin’ kidnapped me! It’s not-“

“But didn’t we have such a lovely evening?” Hook teased, his anger fading as a seductive demeanor took its place. “I seem to recall our time together being very productive… did you ever tell Peter how you can change your size?”

“No!” Bell snapped, zooming up to stick his finger right in Hook’s face. “And neither will you! It’s our secret!”

“Mmm, if only there was such a way for you to convince me to keep it to myself,” Hook drawled, rolling his eyes dramatically.

“You bastard!” Bell seethed. “You promised!”

“Pirate,” Hook reminded smugly, tilting his head like a cat about to pounce. “Come along, Bell. You know I can make all your wishes come true…”

Bell wordlessly flitted back down to Hook’s desk and closed his eyes. There was a flash and a sparkle of fairy dust, now full sized and practically in Hook’s lap. He leaned back on his hands, staring up at the pirate. “Well?”

“Look at you, Mr. Bell,” Hook purred approvingly, his eyes roaming hungrily over Bell’s lean body. He slid his hand and hook up his bare thighs, standing up to press himself close. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”

Bell’s lashes fluttered, his skin turning a delightful shade of pink from his cheeks to his chest. The front of his skirt was already tenting, proof of his arousal, demanding huskily, “Still keep silk rope in the bottom drawer?”

“So eager, are we?” Hook taunted, squeezing Bell’s hip and nuzzling along his throat. “Mm, what would your beloved Pan say if he knew how much you love Captain Hook’s cock…”

“Shut up,” Bell grumbled, moaning in surprise when Hook bit down on his shoulder.

Hook slid his hand up Bell’s skirt, feeling him up through his panties. He traced the line of his dick, finding a damp spot around the head and chuckling cruelly. “Mm, look how wet you are for me, little fairy…”

“Let’s go,” Bell huffed, squirming impatiently, “or the deal is off.”

“Tsk tsk,” Hook clicked his tongue. “Always in such a hurry, little Bell. You really should slow down.”

Bell’s wings buzzed in annoyance, reaching forward and cupping Hook’s groin. “Doesn’t feel like you want me to slow down!”

Hook smirked, grabbing Bell’s wrist and twisting it back. “Now, now, don’t you remember the rules? No touching, Mr. Bell.”

Bell yelped, groaning as Hook rolled him over onto his stomach. He arched his ass up, his long legs parting invitingly.

Keeping Bell’s arm pinned behind his back, Hook retrieved a long coil of rope from his desk. He tied Bell’s wrists together, nice and tight, though being mindful of his wings.

Hook knew Bell wouldn’t struggle any more, greedily squeezing his ass through the folds of his skirt.

“Come on,” Bell groaned desperately, his fingers curling into tight fists and tugging at the ropes. “I’m ready for you, Captain!”

“Patience, little fairy,” Hook chastised, pushing Bell’s skirt out of his way and using his hook to tease along the hem. “I want to enjoy this. After all, I do intend to kill your precious Pan and you simply wouldn’t have me after that.”

Bell whimpered at the sensation of Hook steel grazing across his skin, his wings fluttering for a moment before going still. “Yes, Captain,” he said quietly, bowing his head down.

Hook grinned, absolutely delighted, tugging Bell’s panties over and pressing his thumb up against his hole. He was already magically slick and open, Hook testing the fit with his thumb and pressing in slowly.

Bell gasped, eagerly pushing back against Hook’s hand. He was squirming again. “Captain, please…”

Hook used his hook to keep Bell’s panties pulled aside, opening up the fly of his trousers. “Maybe I won’t let you go this time,” he mused, pulling out his cock and sliding between Bell’s cheeks. “Maybe I’ll keep you here, just like this…”

“No,” Bell protested, writhing and twisting his head. “Never! I would never stay with you!”

“Your body betrays your tongue’s lies,” Hook chuckled, watching Bell trying to catch his cock with little wiggles of his hips and push back on it. “I could be so good to you, little fairy… you would make such a fine pet.”

Bell groaned, low and deep, tugging at the rope again and glaring back at Hook. “No man will ever keep me, Captain… not even you.”

“We’ll see about that,” Hook purred, finally tilting his hips forward and pushing his cock into Bell’s tight hole. The exquisite heat wrapped around him made him gasp, the world forgotten as he slipped deeper and deeper.

Bell mewled beautifully, his wings flickering and sparkling as he took on every thick inch.

Hook began to fuck him, hook dragging Bell’s panties roughly and ripping the delicate fabric. He grabbed hold of the rope, using it to hang on as he pounded into him.

Bell was moaning and shuddering with every mean slam, his lips parting in a blissed out smile. Despite all of his protests and arguing, it was crystal clear he loved every second of this.

Hook showed no mercy, driving himself into Bell’s ass relentlessly and only seeking pleasure for himself. He couldn’t help but taunt his captive lover, purring, “Oh, how you adore this… being used… being completely mine…”

Bell cried out, unable to deny it when Hook was balls deep inside of him and making him sing so shamelessly. “Yes,” he gasped, “Captain, yes… I love it…”

Hook twisted Bell’s panties around his hook, sinking the point down into the desk to keep him pinned firmly in place as he continued to ravage him. He ran his hand up the small of Bell’s back, dragging his nails along his spine.

He knew this couldn’t last much longer – all of his crew and that sorry excuse for Peter Pan were waiting outside. He had to make the most of this, growling ferociously and throwing his weight in every mean buck of his hips.

Hook could feel Bell’s impossibly tight ass clenching down on him, his own end coming all too soon. He fucked the gorgeous fairy as hard as he could, a reminder that no one else would be able to bring him such pleasure.

“Captain!” Bell screamed, his little body jerking in bliss as he came. His wings sparkled gorgeously, every bit of his skin glowing with the force of his climax.

Hook let the sensation overtake him, pumping his load deep and growling with every heated pulse. No shanty whore could ever compare to this gorgeous fae, swearing his vision was being blinded by starlight as the final shudders of his orgasm overtook him.

Bell moaned softly, one last happy sound as Hook pressed deep to plant the last of his seed inside of him. He pulled at the ropes, the bindings magically slipping away.

He could have always escaped, Hook realized, struggling to catch his breath. That knowledge made this even more satisfying, pulling out with a low grunt.

Hook watched Bell roll over on his back, fixing his underwear and tugging his skirt back down. He could see the slick stain left on his desk and the vivid blush in Bell’s face left behind from their passionate tryst.

He tidied himself up, intoning deeply, “Now. Three days. Either deliver me Pan or no amount of clapping will bring you back from where I send you…”

Bell hopped off of Hook’s desk, a shimmer of fairy dust passing over his body and reverting to his tiny form. He zipped around in a brilliant blur, promising, “Three days.”

“When your bloated codfish inevitably loses,” Hook taunted happily, “you’ll always have a position waiting here on my crew, little fairy. Many different positions, in fact.”

Bell flew over, planting a tiny kiss on Hook’s cheek. “And when you finally accept defeat? Next time… mmm, maybe you’ll be the one tied up, Captain Hook.”

“Looking forward to it, Mr. Bell.”

Sexy Saturday 11/16/2019

Hi kits and kittens! Hope everyone is having an awesome weekend! Today’s Sexy Saturday is some spanking fun with Jimmy and Boss Cold! Jimmy slacks on his law school studies and Cold sets him straight! This was gonna be in the sequel, but it didn’t make the cut, but I do hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: NSFW/spankings/belt/humping


“Tell me why you need this, Mr. Poe.”

“Because I’ve been bad,” Jimmy replied immediately. He was on his knees, offering Cold his belt. “I need you to punish me.”

Cold didn’t take the belt yet, reaching out to tap Jimmy’s chin. “Look at me, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy obeyed, his eyes already dark with want.

“What did you do, hmm?”

“I… I didn’t pass my ethics test,” Jimmy whispered, a flash of shame tainting his lustful expression.

“The one I offered to help you study for?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What happened, Mr. Poe?”

“I was arrogant,” Jimmy replied honestly. “Things have been going so well at school, and… I thought I could do it on my own.”

“And that’s what you want me to punish you for?” Cold finally took the belt, snapping the leather in his hands with a small smirk.

“Yes, sir.”

“Why don’t we make this a learning experience, hmm?” Cold sat down in the chaise at the foot of their bed, patting his lap. “Take your pants and shoes off. Leave your underwear on for now.”

Jimmy stripped as commanded, laying himself across Cold’s thighs. He was already hard, bowing his head down as Cold petted his clothed ass.

“Now,” Cold said with a soft smile, “what is American Law based on?”

“English Common Law,” Jimmy answered immediately.

“Very good,” Cold praised, patting Jimmy’s butt. “Now, tell me the historical events preceding the Nuremberg Code of Ethics.”

“The Great Depression.”


Jimmy froze.

“I said ‘events’, Mr. Poe. That means more than one.” Cold pulled down Jimmy’s underwear, smacking his bare flesh as a warning. “What other events?”

“Shit,” Jimmy gasped, wiggling from that first smack, trying to wrack his brain. “There was a sickness… a disease… uh…”

Cold spanked, hard and without mercy, demanding, “Tell me what it was, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy whimpered, the sting in his skin making his face flush and his heart start to pound. He squirmed, whining when Cold’s palm passed over his freshly slapped cheek, panting, “It was an epidemic, I know it.”

“But which one?” Cold calmly asked, the buckle of the belt jingling as he raised it up.

Jimmy’s mind was blank. “I can’t remember…”

“And why can’t you remember?”

“Because I didn’t study,” Jimmy confessed, whimpering quietly.

The belt came down with a heavy thwack, Jimmy jerking in Cold’s lap and crying out. It was going to leave a welt, he just knew it, moaning as Cold traced over the angry skin.

Another slap of the belt soon followed, making Jimmy yelp in pain, his head snapping back as a third followed immediately after. He was struggling to catch his breath, grinding into Cold’s leg as he pleaded, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I can’t… I can’t think!”

“You know this,” Cold insisted. “I know you do, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy heard a wet pop, gasping when he felt Cold’s slick finger sliding between his cheeks. He whimpered as he was penetrated, groaning, “It’s… it’s… I don’t know!”

Cold moved his hand, cracking the belt in reply.

Jimmy thrusted his hips down, tightening his fists as he panted through the burn. He gritted his teeth, frustrated and desperate for relief. He had to give Cold an answer.

“Flu,” he gasped suddenly. “It was the flu! There was an influenza epidemic!”

“Very good, Mr. Poe,” Cold purred, his wet fingers returning to play in Jimmy’s hole. Deeper now, a reward, curling up as he ordered, “Define stare decisis.”

“Law made by the decisions of judges,” Jimmy replied confidently, groaning when Cold twisted his fingers pleasurably.

“Good boy,” Cold praised. “Now, tell me when are lawyers allowed to practice outside of the state they’re licensed in?”

“Hey, that’s not even in my ethics syllabus!” Jimmy complained, turning his head to pout at Cold.

“Answer the question, Mr. Poe,” Cold said smugly, slowly starting to pull his fingers out.

“Okay, sir, okay! Uh…”

“Come on…” Cold urged.

“Pro… uh… shit, I know this one.”

Apparently he didn’t know it very well because he still couldn’t answer in a timely manner and Cold reared back to spank him again. Over and over until his cheeks were raw and aching, Cold spanked him.

Jimmy’s cock was leaking, certainly staining Cold’s pants by now, sobbing softly as he got one final spanking that took his breath away. He was limp, his head hanging low, certain that Cold’s strong hands were the only thing keeping him from falling to the floor.

Cold’s hands returned to Jimmy’s abused flesh, massaging the welts and handprints he’d left. “Do you feel more motivated to study for your classes, Mr. Poe?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, whining as Cold’s fingers moved back between his legs. “I’ll study, I promise. I need to study. I have to.”

“Good boy,” Cold murmured, slipping his fingers back in his hole and squeezing one of his tender cheeks.

Jimmy moaned softly, the pleasure in such contrast to the burning discomfort of his skin making him ache even more for relief. He rocked his hips down, pleading softly, “Can I please come, sir?”

“This is supposed to be a punishment, Mr. Poe,” Cold reminded him, popping his ass lightly.

He didn’t have to hit very hard, Jimmy’s skin already so sensitive from the previous spankings. Jimmy groaned, grinding his hips with more purpose. “Please, sir… I’ve learned my lesson. I don’t… I don’t want to disappoint you again.”

“That’s really why you wanted to be punished, isn’t it?” Cold said thoughtfully, his dexterous fingers still fucking Jimmy’s hole. “Because you know you let me down.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whispered in a hushed voice. “I only want to make you proud… please.”

“Oh, Jimmy,” Cold sighed, his voice gentle and loving, bowing his head to kiss Jimmy’s hair. “You already do.

“Rod,” Jimmy whimpered, his eyes damp with tears.

“Now, come for me,” Cold ordered, firm once more.

Jimmy began to reach down to grab his cock, but Cold twisted his arm against his back. Jimmy’s other arm was stuck bracing himself against the edge of the chaise.

“No hands, Mr. Poe,” Cold said and God, Jimmy could hear him smirking. “Use some of that same focus you could have used for studying to get yourself off.”

Jimmy grunted but nodded, rutting forward against Cold’s thigh and quickly gaining friction. Cold’s fingers were pounding around at him and the occasional smack made him cry out. He kept going, chasing down his climax and struggling to push himself over the edge.

“Come on, Mr. Poe,” Cold purred breathlessly, “come for me.”

That seductive command struck something deep within Jimmy and he came almost immediately with a sharp moan. He grinded himself down into Cold’s lap, caught between his strong fingers and firm thighs.

Cold rocked him through each tremor, patting his ass affectionately when he was done. “Mmm, that’s my good boy.”

Jimmy mumbled sleepily as Cold rolled him over in his lap, cradling him against his chest. He was warm and happy, smiling brightly up at his lover. “Mmm, can we study like this all the time?”

Cold laughed softly, kissing Jimmy’s forehead as he teased, “Hoping to boost your GPA?”

“Hey, getting your ass spanked is really good motivation,” Jimmy chuckled. “Keep this up, I might even make the Dean’s List!”

Sexy Saturday 11/09/2019

Hey kits and kittens! I hope everyone is having a super awesome Sexy Saturday! Today is another one from my Kinktober vault with Jimmy and Cold. It’s definitely extra kinky and dirty so please read the warnings before you read!!! Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: NSFW/feet/foot play/dirty talk/toys


“Kneel, Mr. Poe,” Cold’s voice commanded, his tone as firm as the leather bindings holding Jimmy’s wrists together.

Jimmy couldn’t see, his eyes covered with a silk scarf, shakily getting down to his knees. His ass was aching from being paddled, his hole stretched wide with a thick plug, groaning as the change in position forced the toy inside of him to shift awkwardly.

“On the floor,” Cold continued. “All the way down.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whined, panting softly as he struggled to obey without falling flat on his face since his hands were tied behind his back. He lowered his head first, willing the rest of his body to follow. The plug twisted and made him groan, stretching out on his stomach.

“Good boy,” Cold said softly, slowly walking towards him.

Jimmy listened, detecting Cold’s steps approaching close, licking his lips anxiously. The last few days of lessons had been wonderful and fun, and today’s session was particularly intense. He had been embarrassed to even ask for it, but Cold wouldn’t leave him alone until he told him exactly what he wanted to do.

Cold’s bare foot slid up between Jimmy’s legs, warm and soft, taking his time as always.

Jimmy moaned without meaning to, his fingers grabbing at the air. He moaned again when Cold pressed his foot against his ass, nudging the plug and making him squirm.

“You filthy little boy,” Cold purred wickedly. “You’re probably leaking all over the floor, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied honestly, knowing that lying wouldn’t do him any good. He groaned sharply when Cold’s foot pressed harder, the plug pushing in deeper and making him ache. His cock was painfully hard, rutting down into the carpet to find temporary relief.

“Humping like the floor like a dog,” Cold snorted, his foot rocking in time with Jimmy’s hips. “Do you like this that much? Treating you like the dirty little whore that you are?”

“Yes, sir!” Jimmy cried, curling his hands into tight fists. He was unbelievably turned on, each disgusting word sending flashes of lightning straight down to his balls. He whimpered, full of need and want, groaning in frustration when Cold pulled his foot away.

Cold’s steps moved around to Jimmy’s head, his voice tearing right into Jimmy’s soul as he drawled, “My pretty little whore… down on the floor where you belong. Open your mouth, Mr. Poe. My foot is positively filthy from touching you.”

Jimmy grinned, eagerly opening up and groaning when the tips of Cold’s toes touched his lips. He stuck out his tongue, licking softly at first, trying to get a feel for the new interaction. Cold’s foot was clean, warm, smelled of soap from the shower he’d taken before they’d begun.

Even though he knew that the flesh in his mouth was pristine, he had the strangest wave of revulsion washing over him. This felt dirty, wrong, even disgusting; and the forbidden taste of such an unusual part of his lover’s body made his loins burn with passion. The act itself was so taboo, and Jimmy couldn’t deny that he was enjoying it immensely.

He felt more confident, lapping over each toe and in between, enjoying the taste of skin and the aroma of Cold’s body wash. Braver still, he sucked Cold’s big toe right into his mouth and shuddered at the low moan he heard from above him. He ran his tongue all around it, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, groaning lewdly.

“Yes,” Cold hissed. “You filthy little slut… get all of your grime off of me.”

Jimmy whined, rubbing his dick against the floor, mouthing along the side of Cold’s foot as he gasped, “Fuck… please, sir… I need to… can I…?”

“Use your words,” Cold said firmly. “What do you need, Mr. Poe?”

“I need to touch your foot,” Jimmy pleaded, his ears burning hot. “Please, sir…”

“You may,” Cold replied, warning, “but remember that any mess you make, you must clean up. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said eagerly, sighing in relief as he felt the leather around his wrists loosen and pull away. He stretched out his arms, getting up on his knees. He crawled forward, grunting as the plug moved inside of his ass, reaching out and feeling for Cold in front of him.

Cold had moved to sit on the edge of their bed, allowing Jimmy to grab his leg as he reminded him, “The blindfold will stay on, Mr. Poe.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy nodded, his fingers exploring over the bare skin of Cold’s calf, caressing down his ankle to his foot. He took hold of it and sat back on his heels, massaging his thumbs into his arch, squeezing lightly.

Cold murmured something soft, no real words, only an indistinct sound of contentment. He pressed his heel down against Jimmy’s balls, applying enough pressure to make him gasp.

Jimmy kept rubbing, grabbing his cock and stroking himself against the side of Cold’s foot. He could feel that he was wet, the head of his dick sliding easily against his toes, groaning loudly.

“Remember,” Cold said breathlessly. “Whatever mess you make… you will clean up.”

Jimmy whined, gasping sharply as Cold’s heel dug in harder, stroking himself even faster. He bumped the head of his cock over each toe, wedging himself in the crook of Cold’s big toe and grinding into it. He couldn’t get enough friction, panting, “Can I please come?”

“Yes,” Cold hissed, flexing his foot down and spreading his toes wide.

Jimmy couldn’t hold back the litany of moans and cries escaping him now. Knowing he would have to lick every drop of his load from Cold’s foot made him shiver all over, fueled by a volume of desire that nearly frightened him in its intensity.

He was struggling to breathe, his hips and thighs twitching as his fingers blurred along his shaft, sobbing as he climaxed. His head fell back with a happy cry, his eyes rolling back beneath the scarf, moaning, “God… yes!”

Cold waited for Jimmy’s soul to come back to his body, drawling, “Time for you to clean up your mess, my little slut. Take off your blindfold so you can see what a fucking mess you made.”

Jimmy took a deep breath, sighing as he pulled down the scarf from his eyes, gazing hungrily at Cold’s soiled flesh. Yes, it was a mess; he wanted to fix it. He wanted to be a good boy and clean it all up.

He bowed his head, his tongue sweeping broad strokes across the top of Cold’s foot to take on the bulk of his expelled load. He swallowed it down, quickly sucking every drop between his toes and a splatter he found high up on Cold’s ankle.

Jimmy was so desperate that he barely tasted any of it, licking and slurping it all up as if he was dying of thirst. He whimpered when he felt Cold’s hand on his head, his long fingers lovingly stroking through his hair.

“My good boy,” Cold praised. “Look at you… you haven’t missed a single drop. Such a good little slut for me.”

Jimmy whimpered, the words shaking his little body down to the marrow. He leaned up into Cold’s palm, licking his lips and sighing, “Yours, sir… all yours.”

Cold was smiling, reaching down and pulling Jimmy up into his arms for a sweet kiss. He kept petting his hair, stroking his back as he asked, “Did you enjoy that, Jimmy?”

“Yes,” Jimmy replied with a tired smile, snuggling into Cold’s lap and closing his eyes. He fussed as Cold smoothly removed the plug, rubbing his hand down between his legs to soothe his sore hole. “Probably much more than I should have…”

“Why do you say that?” Cold asked calmly.

“Because, well, it’s sort of weird,” Jimmy replied, smiling shyly. “I guess it’s embarrassing that I liked it so much. Like, I would never ever tell anyone.”

“There is no shame in how we decide to find pleasure together,” Cold said with a snort. “Anyone else’s opinion is completely irrelevant. It’s not any one’s business to be perfectly honest.”

“You don’t think it’s… strange?”

“I only care about what you think, Jimmy,” Cold chuckled warmly. “And as long as you enjoy it, I will do whatever you want. Provided that it’s sane, consensual, and will not cause any lasting harm, you have but to ask.”

“Yeah?” Jimmy beamed happily, nuzzling under Cold’s chin. “So, if I wanted to give you a pedicure and then jerk off…”

“Absolutely,” Cold replied without hesitation, “but you’d better be ready.”

“For what?”

Cold grinned, winking slyly as he said, “To clean up your mess, of course.”

“Oh!” Jimmy laughed. “Yes, sir!”

Sexy Saturday 11/02/2019

Hello kits and kittens! Today’s Sexy Saturday is another one from my Kinktober Vault because I am very much out of town and yeaaaah didn’t have time to come up with anything else! XD I still hope that you guys enjoy it! Heed the warnings – might not be your cup of come!

(I think I’m funny)

Warnings: NSFW/come play/come eating


“Don’t ask,” was all Cold said when he came home late covered in blood and fresh bruises, clearly not in a pleasant mood.

Jimmy didn’t press, only kissed him softly and stripped away his bloody clothes. His hands gently moved over Cold’s battered body, checking every inch of him to make sure he was really all right. He sometimes forgot how dangerous Cold’s job was ruling over the city’s criminal underground.

Jimmy ran a hot bath to soothe all of the tension he felt lingering in his lover’s muscles. He was not surprised when Cold grabbed a glass and bottle of whiskey to bring in with him.

Cold eased himself down in the tub, groaning softly. He poured himself a drink, sipping slowly and beckoning for Jimmy to join him.

Jimmy undressed and stepped into the tub, grinning as Cold tugged him right into his lap. When they kissed, Cold tasted warm and spicy like the whiskey, humming softly.

Jimmy kissed him deeply, straddling Cold’s hips and running his hands over his chest. He paused when Cold flinched, looking down to inspect a jagged cut that was crudely stitched.

“New scar?” Jimmy said softly.

“Mmm. Knife. Disagreement over… product,” Cold replied dryly, taking another sip of whiskey.

Jimmy frowned, asking earnestly, “What the hell happened, Rod? Who, who freakin’ sewed you up?”

“Jules,” Cold said, lightly tracing his fingers along Jimmy’s collarbone. “How were your classes today?”

“You’re changing the subject.”

“And I told you not to ask about my evening,” Cold countered.

Jimmy pouted, nodding, “Fine… and my classes were okay.”

“Any interesting extracurricular lessons today?” Cold teased softly, drawing lines between the soft little moles that dotted Jimmy’s skin.

“Well,” Jimmy chuckled, his face warming up quickly, “I did some reading about food play today. I guess it’s kind of lame compared to the other stuff… whipped cream and all that isn’t as hot as latex and sounding.”

“On the contrary,” Cold purred with a wicked spark in his eye. “Food play can be quite erotic.”


Cold smiled playfully, tipping the bottle of whiskey over Jimmy’s shoulder and spilling it down his arm. He lunged forward, his hot tongue dragging across Jimmy’s skin and slurping it up.

Jimmy melted immediately, groaning happily. The whiskey tingled wonderfully while Cold’s tongue was slick and soft, goosebumps prickling all over his body as he shivered.

Another splash and Cold was sucking whiskey off Jimmy’s nipple, absolutely ravenous and drinking up every drop he could reach. The burn of the alcohol and intense suction made the sensitive tissue contract immediately, Jimmy moaning loudly with pleasure.

Cold poured more, letting the alcohol linger and lightly blowing on it.

There had to be some magical wire running from his nipples down to his cock because Jimmy was achingly hard in seconds, grabbing at Cold’s shoulders and his head falling back as he whimpered. It was scalding and cool all at once, amazed by the incredible sensation. He pushed himself as close as he could, grinding down in search of friction.

Cold took a big swig from his glass, but didn’t swallow, pulling Jimmy in for a passionate kiss. As he licked his way into Jimmy’s mouth, the whiskey splashed inside.

Jimmy gasped as he swallowed, the whiskey burning the whole way down and some spilling out from between their lips. He was flooded with warmth, sighing heavily as Cold toyed with his nipples.

“Good so far?” Cold drawled, giving his nipple a playful twist.

“Good,” Jimmy squeaked, lashes fluttering. “I never even thought about using booze with food play… mmmph.”

“Inspiration came to me,” Cold said with a smug smirk. “Just hopped right into my brain.”

“Like a little bunny?” Jimmy laughed breathlessly, grinning wide.

“Mmm. With very big teeth… I find that there’s something very primal about providing sustenance for your partner this way,” Cold mused. “No utensils, no plates, only each other’s bodies… It’s far beyond the normal intimacy of sharing a meal together.”

“Like cavemen taking down a wooly mammoth and then banging kind of thing?” Jimmy laughed, grabbing the glass to steal another sip and grimacing at the burn.

“Something like that,” Cold chuckled. “I was thinking more along the lines of leopards. When they mate, they sometimes hunt for each other in between multiple bouts of copulation. They can mate every fifteen minutes for up to seven days. A full week of nothing but providing sustenance for each other and rampant fucking.”

“Mmm, how National Geographic of you,” Jimmy giggled, rolling his ass down with a grin. “Very sexy.”

“We can stop if you’re not enjoying yourself,” Cold snorted, rolling his eyes.

“No, I like it,” Jimmy insisted, rubbing his hard cock against Cold’s stomach to prove his point. “I really like it… I would very much like to have more of your sustenance… if you’re willing to provide.”

“Mmmm,” Cold hummed, thinking Jimmy’s words over and sliding his hands over his ass. “I think that can be arranged.”

Jimmy gasped as Cold growled at his neck, nipping shortly with his teeth. He pressed closed, groaning when he knew Cold was going for the bottle again. The rush of alcohol came down his chest, Cold’s lips rushing to drink it up as his fingers moved between Jimmy’s cheeks.

Jimmy gave himself over completely to Cold’s skilled fingers, never sure where he was going to feel his mouth next. Grazing across his collarbone or at his ear, sucking on his nipple or leaving a bruising kiss on his chest, always with whiskey flowing and teeth and tongue.

Jimmy moaned happily when Cold finally pushed his cock inside of him, the wonderful affection never ceasing even as their bodies rolled together in that most intimate of embraces. Jimmy clutched at Cold’s shoulders as he fucked him good and slow, the water softly splashing around them.

“I want to taste you,” Jimmy murmured passionately. “Please… I want… I want to drink from you, too.”

Cold passed the bottle to Jimmy’s waiting fingers with a warm kiss, purring, “Mmm… you can drink all you want… But I do have a very special treat in mind for you for when I come. Something verrry sustaining.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jimmy grinned, panting as he leaned forward and poured a splash of whiskey on Cold’s neck to quickly lap up.

“Oh, yes,” Cold rumbled happily, his hands lazily running down Jimmy’s sides as he thrusted upwards. Still gentle, deep, letting Jimmy touch and lick all he wanted and sighing sweetly.

Jimmy moaned contently, running his tongue over new bruises and old scars, finding all the beautiful sounds Cold made just as intoxicating as the whiskey he was drinking from his skin. It went on and on, even as the water began to cool, making love and getting drunk off of each other’s flesh.

Jimmy was getting eager for release, his hand unsteady when he poured the alcohol all over Cold’s chest. A rivulet escaped his intended target and ran right over Cold’s fresh stab wound before he could stop it.

Cold’s hands clenched down tightly, his eyes narrowed as he hissed furiously, “Jimmy!”

“Oh, fuck!” Jimmy shouted. “I’m so fucking sorry! I’m a little fucked up, and I didn’t mean to-“

Cold’s cock slammed up inside of him with unexpected force, growling fiercely, “Do it again.”

“What?” Jimmy was stunned, left gasping as Cold began pounding into him ferociously.

“Do it. Again!” Cold ordered firmly, baring his teeth.

“Fuck! Yes, sir!” Jimmy whimpered, moaning from Cold’s brutal thrusting. It was impossible to pour with any accuracy while Cold was fucking him so hard, whiskey splashing all over the jagged wound.

Cold went wild, grabbing Jimmy’s waist and biting down on his throat as he plowed his tight ass. Jimmy never had a chance to even taste one drop, doing everything he could to hold on for the ride of his life.

Water was sloshing over the sides of the tub and onto the floor, Jimmy’s screams echoing off the tile. It was too intense, too hot, begging desperately, “Please, fuck! I’m gonna come, Rod! Please, please, please let me fucking come!”

“Ohhh, you’ll come,” Cold promised with a snarl, “and then you’re drinking mine. Do you hear me? You will drink everything I fucking give you. All of it, mmmrrrrph, every fucking bit!”

“Yes, God, yes,” Jimmy cried, moaning and chanting a long stream of praise for Cold’s divine sexual abilities. He always knew exactly what to say and do to completely rock Jimmy’s world.

A quick tug of his hand and he was coming hard, bouncing feverishly on Cold’s cock, his lover’s lips and hands moving all over his body to guide him through it.

Jimmy barely had a second to enjoy the floating drag of post-organic bliss, recognizing Cold’s erratic panting that signaled his end was near. He gently pulled himself out of Cold’s lap, eagerly awaiting the promised load.

How would Cold give it to him, he wondered. Directly from the source, or perhaps across his face and he would have to lick it off his hands.

“Glass,” Cold grunted, his eyes nearly black with lust and panting as his orgasm threatened to claim him. He raised himself up out of the water, one hand grabbing the tub to steady himself as the other frantically stroked his cock.

Jimmy blinked in surprise, but quickly grabbed the glass and directed Cold’s leaking dick up to the rim, watching intently.

Cold grunted as he fired off his thick load, gasping softly as he shuddered. Pulse after pulse splashed into the glass, an impressive helping of pearly come.

Cold sunk back down into the water and picked up the bottle of whiskey. He poured a big shot into the glass and used his finger to stir it up with the come. He nodded at Jimmy, breathlessly panting, “Drink.”

Jimmy chose to sip it instead of chugging it back, relishing the new viscous texture and sharp, salty taste. The burn of the alcohol was reduced to a warm crawl, licking the rim for more.

His appetite for the erotic mixture was insatiable, running his tongue as far as he could reach and trying to touch the bottom of the glass. When that wasn’t enough, he stuck his finger down inside to get at the rest.

Cold watched him with a wicked smile, teasing, “Enjoying your ‘sustenance’, Jimmy?”

“Mmmhmm,” Jimmy hummed, pulling his finger out of his mouth with a loud pop. “Definitely brings new meaning to the phrase ‘come shot’.”

Cold laughed out loud, taking the empty glass and setting it aside.

Jimmy beamed, smiling happily. He loved when Cold laughed like that; open, genuine, without restraint.

“Mmm,” Cold relaxed back down in the water, pulling Jimmy slowly into his lap, “I suppose we need to get out and dry off.”

“Or,” Jimmy began slowly, wiggling his hips back and forth eagerly, “we could drain the water, run another hot bath, and drink more?”

“We could,” Cold mused, thoughtfully tilting his head.

“Hey, you’re the one who was all about some leopards,” Jimmy teased affectionately. “We gotta get going again in fifteen if we want to keep up.”

“Fifteen minutes, huh?” Cold laughed, hugging Jimmy close and nipping at his neck, playfully growling. “Oh, my beautiful boy… we’ll go again in five.”

Sexy Saturday 10/26/2019

It’s Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Time for some more steamy fun! This is another sneak peek at the Cold Hard Cash sequel! Jimmy’s been very bad and Cold is gonna teach him a lesson. Enjoy, darlings!

Warnings: NSFW/spankings


“For fuck’s sake!” Jimmy groaned, not sure whether to scream or cry or both. “I’m so sick of this! Rod! You’ve been arrested for murder, there are people trying to kill you-”

“I’m telling you everything that I can,” Cold said evenly, but his jaw was getting tight. “This is only going to work if you trust me-“

“Trust you?!” Jimmy snapped. “How can I trust you when you’re lying to me?”

“Everything that I can,” Cold repeated, his voice starting to rise. He stood up out of his chair, stalking purposely toward Jimmy. “I am giving you everything that I can to keep you informed and as safe as possible. If I must make a choice, your safety trumps satisfying your ego-“

“My fuckin’ ego?” Jimmy balked. “Your ego is the size of this fuckin’ house!”

“I tried to give you the proposal that you wanted and you’re too busy trying to outsmart me and interfere in my affairs-“

“Your affairs?!” Jimmy didn’t even care that he was yelling now. “This is our life, Rod! Our fucking future is at stake here! You’re goddamn right I’m interfering!”

“Jimmy,” Cold hissed, his tone low and dangerous. “That is quite enough.”

“Fuck you!” Jimmy snarled as he got right in Cold’s face. “If this is how it’s always gonna be, then I’m fucking done!”

Something broke in Cold, his hands shaking as he grabbed Jimmy by the back of his neck and held him tightly. “Oh, no. We’re not done until I fucking say we are!”

“You stupid stubborn fucking son of a-!” Jimmy was silenced by a fierce kiss, crying out as Cold’s teeth nicked his lip in his haste. He tried to push away, but Cold wouldn’t let go and Jimmy couldn’t resist.

Cold was kissing him like he wanted to devour him, squeezing and clawing ferociously. He had torn Jimmy’s shirt and the way he grabbed Jimmy’s hips made him ache all over with a savage need.

Jimmy kissed back passionately, grabbing a hold of Cold’s jacket and curling his hands into tight fists. He gasped as Cold broke away to bite at his neck, helplessly squirming as he moaned, “God, you are such a bastard!”

Cold grunted in response, roughly teasing his teeth along Jimmy’s jaw and pinning both of his arms behind his back.

Jimmy’s pulse was thumping in his ears and he swore he could feel it behind his eyes. He sometimes forgot how strong Cold was, well aware of that now when he tried to break loose. It had no right to be this hot, groaning as Cold pulled him in closer. “Mm… Rod…”

Cold seemed to have himself back in control now, though he sounded breathless as he commanded, “I’m going to let go of you, Mr. Poe. When I do, you will take off your clothes and get on your knees.”

“Right here?” Jimmy asked, lust rippling down his spine and between his legs. They were out here on the patio. There were guards patrolling the grounds, anyone could be watching them-

“Yes, Mr. Poe,” Cold growled. “Right here, right now.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied, helpless to resist the fierce command. When Cold released his arms, he quickly began to strip. He watched Cold unbuckling his belt and he automatically began to salivate. On his knees, he opened his mouth expectantly.

But instead of a thick cock, he got Cold’s belt.

“Bite down,” Cold ordered.

Jimmy did so, looking up at Cold with a low whine.

“Much better,” Cold sighed, softly petting Jimmy’s hair. He adjusted his suit, taking a seat in the middle of the patio settee adjacent to the table. He sat with his legs spread wide, beckoning Jimmy over. “Come here. On your hands and knees.”

Jimmy crawled over, the buckle of the belt rattling as he moved. He gasped as Cold grabbed his hair and turned his head this way and that.

“Look at you,” Cold purred, his eyes scanning over his naked body hungrily. “My beautiful little brat. Can’t leave anything well enough alone, can you?”

“N-no, sir,” Jimmy whispered over the leather between his teeth. “I’m… I’m trying to help…”

“I don’t need you to help, Mr. Poe. I need you to obey.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, closing his eyes and wincing when Cold tugged at his hair again.

“Get in my lap,” Cold said sternly. “You’re going to learn, Mr. Poe. Until my hand goes numb or you can’t take it anymore, whichever comes first.”

Jimmy shivered as he followed Cold’s guiding hands, stretching out over his thighs. He laid his head down on the cushions and stretched out his long legs until his feet were hanging off the end of the settee.

Normally he was suspended awkwardly over Cold’s knees for this, but he didn’t have long to appreciate the settee’s comfort.

The first crack of Cold’s hand across his ass made him cry out, his head jerking up as his body fought to get away from the pain. Cold wasn’t giving him any time to adjust, yelping as a second spanking immediately followed the first.

“I spent all day planning this ridiculous setup,” Cold hissed angrily as his hand kept slapping Jimmy’s ass, punctuating every sentence with a mean smack. “All of this was for you! You ungrateful and arrogant little boy!”

Every brutal slap made Jimmy ache and whimper, tears falling down his face as he sobbed. The pain shot flashes of white before his eyes and his cock was uncomfortably hard, trapped between his stomach and Cold’s thigh.

Cold gave him a brief reprieve, rubbing his palm across the scalded flesh of his abused cheek.

The gentle touch burned like hell and Jimmy grinded his teeth on the leather with a choked cry. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, sir…”

“I’ve been far too easy on you,” Cold sneered, reaching back to spank Jimmy’s other cheek. “You’ve forgotten your place!”

“Fuck!” Jimmy cringed as Cold began his assault again, crying with every fierce slap. It sounded like firecrackers going off and he could feel himself getting close to climax. His thoughts were soft and hazy from the lovely pain, moaning, “I’m sorry, sir! I’ll be good!”

“I don’t know if I believe you,” Cold snorted, giving Jimmy’s ass another mean smack.

It made Jimmy’s back curl up, sobbing loudly. His skin was absolutely on fire and he was certain he would be able to feel Cold’s hands on him for days after this. “I want… I want to be good for you… that’s why… that’s why I…”

“Why what, Mr. Poe?” Cold’s hand paused.

“That’s why I keep trying to help,” Jimmy panted, his tongue loose and all of his words running together. “Because I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t know how much trouble you’re really in. And I love you, I love you so much… I would do anything for you, but I can’t do *nothing*.”

“Allow me then to give you purpose, Mr. Poe,” Cold purred, the tips of his fingers running over the stinging flesh of Jimmy’s ass and drawing mindless little patterns.

“Please, sir,” Jimmy groaned, arching into every touch.

“Be my husband, my lover, my partner,” Cold purred hungrily. “Obey me, worship me, and I will be yours forever.”

Jimmy uttered a quiet sound, his eyes welling up with fresh tears. He could feel Cold’s fingers, wet with spit, sliding between his cheeks and prodding at his hole. Cold pinched his taint and he moaned, gasping, “Y-yes, sir!”

“Mmm. My good boy.”

Sexy Saturday 10/12/2019

Hello kits and kittens! It’s time for Sexy Saturday! Today, I’m sharing a sneak peek from the Cold Hard Cash sequel! Had a little bit of writer’s block but I plowed right through it! I hope you guys enjoy the smut and have a lovely weekend!

Warnings: NSFW/Orgasm Denial/Come Marking

Also, BIG spoilers for CHC2!


That name did something to Jimmy.

Mr. Poe.

In Cold’s velvety tones, it was a powerful switch that made him ache and sweat. It sent the most sensual sparks all throughout his brain and his thoughts glazed over with lust. Every tense muscle in his body relaxed, using his hands to catch himself on the table.

Cold was out of his chair and had pushed himself firmly between Jimmy’s thighs. His eyes were dark as he ordered, “Pull out your cock, Mr. Poe. Let me see it.”

Whimpering quietly, Jimmy scrambled to get his pants and underwear out of the way and present himself for Cold.

“Already so hard,” Cold chuckled, very pleased to see his swollen length.

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, flushing with shame as he glanced to the door. “We shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what, Mr. Poe?”

“What if someone hears us?”

“Oh, they’ll definitely hear us,” Cold said, “and there is nothing they can do.”

“The g-guards?”

“They are probably all wishing they were me right now,” Cold said, tugging at Jimmy’s pants and dragging them down around his ankles with his underwear. “Mm. Wishing they could have you… but no one will. No one else.”

“No one,” Jimmy breathlessly agreed.

“And why is that, Mr. Poe?”

“Because I’m yours.”

Jimmy’s ass was right there on the edge of the table and he gasped when Cold suddenly lifted his legs up. The motion forced him to nearly fold in half, his ass spread and completely bared to Cold.

“Stay, Mr. Poe.” Cold was sitting down in the chair now, his hands pressed against Jimmy’s thighs and leaning forward to lick between his cheeks.

Jimmy’s head dropped back against the table, groaning softly. He grabbed the edge to steady himself, his knees in his face as Cold’s tongue continued to press against his hole. He was absolutely melting and the outside world had vanished.

A quick glance between his legs would have revealed the truth of it all. Cold was wearing a prison uniform and eating his ass off a steel government-issued table because he hae been arrested for murder. At that moment, the dire situation simply didn’t exist.

Jimmy didn’t have to worry about reality right now. All that mattered was being a good boy and making Cold happy. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, concentrating on nothing else except what was happening between his legs. He cried out when Cold’s tongue began to push inside, and he wanted to weep with joy.

For a long time, Cold would only use his hands to please him down here, but over time he had become more comfortable. Cold was very talented with every part of his body, but his mouth and tongue were by far Jimmy’s favorites for foreplay.

He knew what an act of trust this was for Cold and every moment was a delight. While Jimmy thoroughly enjoyed Cold sucking his cock, he would absolutely melt into human goo when Cold used his tongue on his hole. Cold was truly at his most wicked like this, using teasing jabs and hungry laps to dissolve all of Jimmy’s senses.

It was not lost on Jimmy that this was the most powerful man in the city, perhaps even the state, and he was devouring his hole as if it was the most delicious thing in the world.

That same tongue fucking away inside of his ass had started wars, destroyed empires, and it might even be enough to beat murder charges. Right then it was set on totally ruining Jimmy and he was left gasping from the dexterous muscle’s intense assaults.

He felt certain his soul was departing his body at any moment, sobbing pitifully as his cock throbbed against his stomach. He could see it was dripping all over his shirt, squirming when one of Cold’s fingers began circling around his hole.

“Mmm…” Cold growled, playfully nipping Jimmy’s thigh. “You taste magnificent, Mr. Poe.”

“Th-Thank you, sir,” Jimmy croaked, blinking away a few tears.

“Are you going to miss my cock while I’m in here?” Cold asked bluntly, his finger beginning to press inside.

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whined in reply. “A-and your hands… and, and your tongue… oh, God, your lips. I love your lips!”

“If you touch yourself, who will you think of?”

“You, sir! Only you!” Jimmy gasped as Cold’s finger twisted, the sensation pleasurable even as it burned.

Cold immediately noticed Jimmy’s discomfort and moved his head. He rolled Jimmy on his side, ordering firmly, “Check your left jacket pocket.”

Jimmy fussed a little that Cold had stopped, but reached into his jacket obediently. He was surprised to find a packet of lube, grinning through the haze of lust as he teased, “Really?”

“I leave nothing to chance,” Cold reminded him smugly, taking the lube and slicking up two fingers.

Jimmy groaned as Cold easily slid back inside of him, his head dropping back against the table. He loved the slow stretch and the promise of penetration to come. “Oh… fuck…”

“Feel good, Mr. Poe?”

“So… so fucking good…” Jimmy moaned, louder this time as Cold’s fingers pounded into him more aggressively. He was already open and ready, but Cold liked playing with him.

The teasing build always made the final act of their play that much sweeter, even when Jimmy was sure it was going to drive him to madness.

Cold kept his thumb pressed against Jimmy’s taint as his other fingers stayed hard at work, curling in just so to make him writhe. He was always quiet, his soft panting being the only evidence that he was as worked up as Jimmy was.

“Please,” Jimmy managed to gasp, “please, sir!”

“Please, what? Use your words, Mr. Poe.”

“I need your cock!” Jimmy whined, grabbing for the edge of the table above his head. “Your fingers… it’s not enough.”

Cold waited several agonizing moments before finally replying, “No… definitely not enough.”

As Cold pulled his fingers away, Jimmy lifted up his head to watch him opening up the front of his jumpsuit. There was a plain white t-shirt obstructing his view, having hoped for a glimpse of naked flesh, but he could see Cold’s bare cock and that was enough.

For so long, that was the only part of Cold’s body that he was allowed to see. Cold buried himself beneath layers of fine suits, hiding scars from both physical and emotional traumas. Jimmy thought he had been able to break through all of that over this last year, but the recent circumstances made it clear they still had work to do.

Cold still didn’t trust him, he realized. Not completely.

His efforts to protect Jimmy were also there to protect himself. It made Jimmy’s heart ache and reinvigorated his desire to prove to Cold that he would always be here for him, no matter what.

“I love you,” Jimmy said, not bothering with any of their play formalities. Cold’s cock was pushing into him and all he could think to say was, “I love you, Rod… fuck, I love you so damn much!”

Cold grabbed Jimmy’s hips with both hands, ferociously slamming forward. The feet of the table screeched from the force of his thrusts, skittering along the floor as Cold fucked Jimmy. He was grunting from the effort, his nails cutting into skin as he struggled to keep Jimmy right where he wanted him.

Jimmy tucked his legs up to his chest, moaning and sobbing without care. Beccali had to be able to hear them, certainly any guards close by, but the thought of stopping never crossed his mind.

Cold could not always say how he felt, but his actions left no doubts. He was holding onto Jimmy desperately and once he found an angle that made Jimmy shout, he didn’t stop. His soft grunts had become feral growls and sharp pants, a familiar tune that let Jimmy know he was close.

The first pulse of come was inside of him, but Cold pulled out before filling his hole.

Jimmy watched Cold’s cock shooting all over his ass, groaning brokenly as he felt it dripping down onto the table. It was hot and wet, leaving him feeling positively filthy and his balls aching to find that same relief.

Cold leaned over him to grab his hair, pulling him into a hungry kiss.

Jimmy was buzzing with adrenaline from being fucked so roughly, whining quietly with need. His cock was so hard that it was throbbing and he wanted to come so damn terribly.

“Mmm…” Cold hummed, easing himself back down into the chair and pressing his thumb in Jimmy’s wet, gaping hole. “Why, Mr. Poe, you’re positively a mess.”

“Can I please come, sir?” Jimmy asked breathlessly, pushing himself up on his elbow to gaze longingly down at Cold. “Please?”

“No,” Cold said flatly, popping Jimmy’s ass. “Stand up.”

Jimmy wanted to scream, but he bit his tongue and slowly got off the table. His ass was getting sticky from all the come and his legs felt wobbly. His pants were still bunched up around his ankles, his cock jutting forward right in Cold’s face.

Cold reached out to give Jimmy a soft squeeze, saying quietly, “I’ve known that I would be arrested for that murder since I buried his body in cement nineteen years ago.”

“What?” Jimmy gasped, gulping loudly when Cold started stroking him. It was so gentle and slow, his feathery grip not enough to give Jimmy any friction to work with. He tried to concentrate, asking, “How… how did you know…?”

“Because I was sloppy,” Cold replied calmly. “I let my emotions control my actions. I‘d killed before, but this was…” He pursed his lips, his fingers tightening briefly. “Personal.”

“He hurt you,” Jimmy groaned, his brow furrowing with sympathy. “But how… how do they know… it was you?”

“Because I killed him with the same knife he stabbed me with,” Cold went on as if they were talking about what to do for dinner.

“You kept… it?!” Jimmy’s knees were getting weak and he could feel his orgasm seconds away from washing over him.

“I’m sentimental like that,” Cold said, his eyes flashing as he suddenly stopped.

“Rod!” Jimmy cried, frustrated and sucking in a quick breath. “Fuck!”

“Now, keeping in mind that I’ve been expecting these charges for almost twenty years, do you trust that I have everything under control?”

Jimmy hesitated, groaning softly when Cold squeezed him again. He nodded, saying urgently, “Yes… I trust you.”

“Good,” Cold said briskly, “then you can wait to come until tomorrow.”

“What!” Jimmy shrieked, gawking stupidly as Cold released him and began to tidy himself up. “You’re not… oh, come on! You’re not freakin’ serious, are you?”

“Yes,” Cold said, smirking slyly. “Mmm, better go ahead and get dressed. I don’t think Miss Beccali will be on her phone call for much longer.”

“What the hell is happening tomorrow?”

“My arraignment,” Cold replied. “At which I will be released on bail and most likely placed on house arrest.”

“How can you possibly fucking know that?” Jimmy groaned, reaching down to pull his underwear up.

“Because I do.”

Jimmy grimaced when he realized he was still sticky with Cold’s come and it was quickly drying, glaring at him. “Let me guess. You remembered lube, but you purposely got nothing for me to clean up with?”

“Maybe I like the idea of you sitting there covered in my come,” Cold said smugly. “A reminder that you need to trust me… and that you’re mine even when we’re apart.”

Jimmy got his pants back up with a soft sigh. The dried come was tugging at his hair and it was uncomfortable. His cock was still ridiculously hard, having to tuck it up into his waistband so he could sit down. “You’re really going to make me wait until tomorrow to freakin’ get off? You’re insane.”

“I’m confident,” Cold corrected sternly.

“What if I decide to jerk off anyway?” Jimmy taunted.

“I’ll know if you do,” Cold warned, his gaze dangerously intense as he met Jimmy’s eyes. “If you wait for me, I promise that you’ll be rewarded. Should you fail me, well, then you’d have to be punished.”

Jimmy’s cock twitched at the thought.

“Do you understand, Mr. Poe?”

“Yes,” Jimmy said, sweeping his hand through his hair to fix what a mess it probably was. “And thank you.”

“For what?” Cold quirked his brows.

“For trusting me,” Jimmy said with a bright smile. “I know you’ve always tried to protect me from what you are and the things you do, but Rod? I already know.”

“You knew that I had stabbed someone a hundred and twenty seven times and buried their body in cement with the knife still in his eye socket?” Cold drawled.

“Holy shit, a hundred and twenty… Jesus freakin’ Christ!” Jimmy shuddered. “I’m not even going to ask how you remember exactly how many. No, no, it doesn’t matter! Even though I didn’t know what you did, I meant that I know what you’re capable of and I still don’t care.”


“It doesn’t change who you are when we’re together,” Jimmy said, taking Cold’s hands in his own. “It doesn’t change the man you are inside, the man I love, and the man that I will eventually marry one day.”

Cold thought all of that over for a moment, asking curiously, “So, if I were to try and propose to you right now…”

“My underwear is currently stuck to my butt with your freakin’ come. I’m going to say no.”

“Fair enough.”

Sexy Saturday 10/05/2019

Hey kits and kittens! It’s Sexy Saturday time! Today is a sneak peek at the Cold Hard Cash sequel! It’s an extended scene from the chapter where Jimmy is finally reunited with his father and he’s having some problems giving him space. Just a lil’ ol’ tease of smut. Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: NSFW/spankings/belts


“I rather enjoyed watching you blush,” Cold purred, his thumbs arching up to trace Jimmy’s jawline. “Can you imagine what your father would say if he knew…?”

Jimmy grunted, his breath stolen away as heat crawled up his spine, hot with shame and desire.

“What would he say if he knew his precious boy likes getting fucked raw by me?” Cold went on defiantly. “That he likes being owned, that he enjoys having his body dominated by me and me alone…?”

Jimmy began to pant, his tongue swiping anxiously over his lips. He couldn’t think and his cock was getting so hard. “Please, sir… you can’t tell him.”

“Oh?” Cold smiled wickedly. “Can’t tell him what, Mr. Poe?”

“That… that I like it.”

“Like what?” Cold pressed.

“You owning me,” Jimmy breathlessly replied, his eyes flooding with need. “Telling me what to do. Making me yours… I can’t… I can’t live without it, but I can’t tell him that…”

“On your knees, Mr. Poe,” Cold ordered firmly, releasing his hold and unbuckling his belt.

Whining eagerly, Jimmy dropped right down and stared at Cold’s thick cock as he pulled it out. He began to drool almost instantly, waiting to be given permission to touch.

“Open your mouth, Mr. Poe,” Cold commanded.

Jimmy’s lips parted immediately, groaning when Cold began to rub his cock along his lower lip. Jimmy was already salivating, breathing in Cold’s strong scent.

“What would your father say if he saw you like this?” Cold taunted.

“God,” Jimmy moaned, his eyes gazing hungrily up at Cold. The thought of anyone watching them together made his cock twitch, but his own father? Oh, how that made him burn deep inside in the most shameful way. “He’d… he’d say I’m a good boy for you.”

“Yes, you’re always such a good boy for me,” Cold agreed sweetly. “Go on and suck my cock, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy lunged forward, hungrily swallowing down all that he could. He let his throat relax, bottoming out and burying his nose against Cold’s stomach, sucking hard.

Cold stroked his fingers through Jimmy’s hair, praising, “Good boy… I think your father would be so proud of you… such a very, very good boy…”

Jimmy whimpered, closing his eyes tight as he continued to suck, squeezing Cold’s thighs. He was terribly embarrassed and every pulse of shame that rocked through him made his cock throb.

Cold’s fingers tightened in Jimmy’s hair, rocking his hips forward, fucking his mouth as he sighed, “I bet you’re so hard right now… show me.”

Jimmy let Cold thrust in his mouth relentlessly, swallowing down a gag as he hastily unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled out his cock for Cold’s inspection, desperate to stroke himself, but waiting.

He wanted to be good.

“Lovely, Mr. Poe,” Cold said, fucking deeper into his mouth, enjoying the occasional gasp or moan he could elicit with a hard thrust.

Jimmy opened his mouth as wide as he could, well aware that he was drooling from the corners of his mouth. He didn’t bother to wipe it away. He knew how much Cold liked it.

Cold suddenly pulled back, wrapping his hand around his cock and jerking himself off quickly, ordering, “Stick out your tongue, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy eagerly stuck out his tongue as far as he could, listening to Cold’s feverish panting and groaning when he got his first taste of hot come.

He swallowed it all down, gasping when an errant shot streaked across his cheek, moaning contently.

Cold grunted, satisfied, rubbing the slick tip of his cock back across Jimmy’s tongue for him to lap up every last drop.

Jimmy was warm all over, smiling shyly up at Cold as he asked, “May I come now, sir?”

Cold swiped the glob of come from Jimmy’s cheek, offering it to him as he said, “Not yet.”

Jimmy sucked on Cold’s thumb, grumbling with disappointment. He kept his hands at his side even though he ached to touch himself, panting, “Was I not good, sir?”

“On the contrary, you were very good.” Cold gently pulled him up to his feet, kissing him as he murmured, “I need you to trust me.”

“But I do!” Jimmy fussed, dragging his fingers down Cold’s chest.

“Just as you trust me with your body, trust me with your father’s wellbeing,” Cold said, catching Jimmy’s wrists and squeezing. “I only want to help him. Do you understand?”

Jimmy resisted the urge to argue, whispering, “I will trust you.”

“Good,” Cold said, allowing another kiss before he pulled away to clean himself up. He offered Jimmy a towel, saying casually, “We still have some time before dinner.”

“Oh? Did you have something in mind, sir?”

“I’m thinking some more trust exercises are in order,” Cold replied with a sly smile, pulling his belt from his pants and cracking it across his palm.

Jimmy shivered at the sound. “Do you want me to strip, sir?”

“No,” Cold said, moving to sit down on the chaise on the foot of their bed. “Pull your pants down. I’m going to bend you right over my knee.”

Jimmy approached before he wiggled his pants down, bunching them around his ankles with his underwear. He stretched himself over Cold’s thigh, arching his ass up for him.

Cold rubbed the leather over Jimmy’s cheeks, saying quietly, “Always so eager for me…”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy panted, inhaling slowly to prepare himself for what was going to come.

Cold caught him with a sharp smack of the belt as he exhaled, immediately rubbing over the red mark he’d left.

Jimmy made a small sound, the sting lovely and making him whine for more.

“Do you understand why you’re being punished, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked calmly.

“Because I didn’t trust you, sir,” Jimmy said, hanging his head down. He cried out when Cold spanked him again, harder this time. He grinded against Cold’s thigh, gasping, “And I should always trust you! Only you!”

“That’s right,” Cold growled, snapping the belt across Jimmy’s cheeks several times in quick succession before stopping to pet the welts that were rising up.

Eyes squeezing tight and fighting back tears, Jimmy moaned at the tender touch. Cold’s hands felt so cool against his hot skin, whimpering when he moved to spank him again. The pain made his head spin and every nerve in his body was extra sensitive. His cock was absolutely throbbing now, certain he was leaking all over Cold’s slacks.

“Ten in all, Mr. Poe,” Cold said sternly, giving Jimmy a brief reprieve. “That should be enough to remind you, hmm?”

“Yes, sir!” The last strike was the most forceful of all and made Jimmy cry out sharply. He felt too hot, too sensitive, moaning as Cold’s fingers pressed between his cheeks. He was dry, but Cold didn’t try to press inside yet.

Cold was merely pushing against his hole, tracing small circles around it and nothing more.

“Please…” Jimmy croaked earnestly.

“Please, what?” Cold’s voice carried a warning.

“Please, sir!” Jimmy begged, trying to push against Cold’s hand and staring up at him desperately. “I was such a good boy, I took all my spankings! Please… please let me come?”

Cold pulled his hand away, noisily licking over his fingers before returning to his torture. He pressed a single fingertip inside, his thumb sliding over one of the tender welts. “Do you trust me, Mr. Poe?”

“Yes,” Jimmy sighed longingly. He relaxed, dropping his head back down. “I trust you, sir.”

“Good boy,” Cold purred, rewarding Jimmy with a deep thrust of his finger. “You may come now.”

Jimmy eagerly reached down to grab his cock, bucking up against Cold’s finger. He whined when Cold grabbed his arm. “What is it, sir? You said-”

“Don’t use your hands,” Cold ordered, fucking Jimmy with two fingers and snatching his hair. He pulled, forcing Jimmy’s back to curl as he buried himself down to the knuckle. “Come on, Mr. Poe… before I change my mind.”

Panting quickly, Jimmy redirected his efforts. Caught between Cold’s tight grip in his hair and his fingers pounding into him, he began to grind against Cold’s thigh with renewed vigor. His ass still stung from the belt, each individual welt tingling when Cold’s hand brushed against them.

He could feel the pressure in his loins rising to madness inducing levels, sobbing as he struggled to rut himself to completion. Cold’s fingers burned as they pushed into him, and Jimmy moaned when they curled in the most delightful way. He was finally getting close, letting himself go and giving in to all the delicious attentions.

Jimmy’s cock was pressed tightly between his stomach and Cold’s thigh, focusing on the sensation of the smooth material rubbing against him. He grinded faster and faster, groaning when Cold moved his fingers to match the new pace. His balls were absolutely aching and there, finally, he felt his body tipping over the edge.

All he could hear was his own ragged breathing and the soft smack of Cold’s hand against his skin, taking a deep breath as he started to cry, “Fuck! Yes! I’m coming! I’m fucking coming!”

“Beautiful,” Cold purred, letting Jimmy twitch and grind against him through every withering tremor. He gently moved his hand, leaning down to kiss the top of Jimmy’s head. “Mmm, so very beautiful.”

Jimmy sighed contently, groaning as Cold effortlessly picked him up from the awkward position in his lap and carried him to their bed. He stretched out on his stomach, smiling warmly as Cold laid beside him and began to massage his sore cheeks.

“Good?” Cold asked, reverently tracing over the welts.

“Mmm, so very good,” Jimmy replied, snuggling against the plush pillows. “I really love it when you spank me with the belt.”

“I really must find a different method of punishing you,” Cold mused.

“No, no,” Jimmy laughed. “The belt is fine. It’s perfect. It… it just clears my mind and I always come really, really hard.”

“I noticed,” Cold chuckled, glancing down at the sticky mess Jimmy had left on his pants.

“Shit, I’m sorry! I can clean it up!”

“It’s fine,” Cold soothed, playing smacking Jimmy’s ass. “I’m sure I can think of a way for you to make it up to me later.”

“I love you.” Jimmy grinned.

“Et je t’aime,” Cold purred softly, smiling adoringly down at Jimmy as he kissed his lips. “Toujours.”

Sexy Saturday 09/28/2019

Hi kits and kittens! Sorry for the late Sexy Saturday post today – life has been super crazy!!! Enjoy another old Kinktober prompt for Jimmy and Boss Cold. This one is a wee bit short, but it was definitely personal for me and one of my favorites. Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW/mirror smuts


“Don’t take your eyes off yourself for a moment,” Cold commanded firmly, gently bending Jimmy over onto his hands and knees. He was referring to the full length mirror that he had moved in front of their bed.

It had been placed there for this specific purpose, for Cold and Jimmy to watch themselves have sex.

Jimmy nodded, taking a deep breath as he felt the hot head of Cold’s cock pressing up against his slick hole. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes dark with want and face already bright red from all of the foreplay that had led up to this moment.

He was suddenly self conscious, thinking he looked like a flustered little boy while Cold appeared every bit a sensual awesome god mounted behind him.

Cold’s body was so powerful and strong, the muscles of his stomach and shoulders flexing as he thrusted inside with one tantalizing swing of his hips. His eyes were flashing with lust, glittering beautifully in the low light and his wicked lips curling into a sly smirk that promised incoming mischief.

Jimmy groaned softly, staring in awe at him in the reflection.

Cold’s hand popped Jimmy’s ass lightly, warning him, “Remember. Eyes on you, Mr. Poe.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whined, redirecting his attention back to himself. He tried to relax, tried to enjoy Cold’s cock pushing into him, but he hated how he looked. His face kept getting redder, and he could see the flush spreading down his chest.

He tried controlling his expression, tried to stay calm, finding his body immediately becoming tense and Cold’s slams were soon uncomfortable.

“Mr. Poe,” Cold said gently, slowing down and soothing, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like how I look,” Jimmy confessed honestly, hanging his head down shamefully, “This wasn’t a good idea.” He couldn’t help it, his gaze wandering to the man behind him. “You’re so fucking sexy, and I’m… I just…”

The sharp crack of Cold’s hand across his ass reverted his gaze back to the mirror, gasping as he pressed him flat down on the mattress. He cried out when Cold’s strong fingers wove through his hair, jerking his head up.

“Look,” Cold commanded firmly.

Jimmy stared dumbly at himself, blushing and confused, his expression uncertain. He wiggled, gasping softly as Cold rolled his hips down, demanding breathlessly, “What?”

“Look at how beautiful you are,” Cold said earnestly, kissing Jimmy’s cheek.

The sincerity and passion in Cold’s voice made Jimmy shiver, moaning quietly.

“Let me show you,” Cold purred, his hips moving again, his cock pushing in deep. “Let me show you how fucking beautiful you are to me…”

Jimmy moaned again, opening himself up to the intense angle, his eyes fluttering at himself in the mirror. His cheeks were blotchy and dark, hair damp with sweat, but he realized that he was smiling.

Cold wrapped his arm around him, still holding his hair but gently now, nuzzling against his temple as he grinded down into him. “Look,” he breathed softly, “my gorgeous boy…”

Jimmy moaned, the sound passing over his lips without restraint. He dared to meet Cold’s eye in the mirror for a brief glimpse, completely stunned by the devotion and heat burning in his gaze. He quickly looked back at himself as he realized all of that passion was for him and only him.

Yes, Jimmy looked young, but he was happy, full of life and energy. He was an erotic nymph, completely lost in Cold’s divine embrace and the relentless pounding of his cock. Flushed and crying out with every slam, Jimmy finally understood what Cold was trying to show him.

He had never felt so beautiful.

“Fuck,” Jimmy sighed, “yes…” His teeth wore down into his bottom lip, groaning excitedly as he stared dreamily at the gorgeous sight of himself enslaved by Cold’s thrusting hips. “Yes, I see… fuck, I see now…”

Cold purred, his breath hot and heavy in Jimmy’s ear, whispering, “You look so fucking pretty taking my cock…”

“God, yes, I fucking do,” Jimmy panted, his jaw slack even as his mouth curled into a grin. He was really starting to get into it, turning his head to get a better angle of his face, watching a bead of sweat drip down his neck.

Cold grunted, squeezing Jimmy close as the tempo of his hips became frantic, growling, “Grab your cock and watch yourself come, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy whined, snaking his hand down beneath himself to latch onto his dick as instructed. He started to tense, his brows furrowing up as he tried to focus in on that fleeting stream of pleasure. It flowed all through his body, from his toes to the back of his throat as he groaned, quick strokes creating an eruption of pleasure as he climaxed.

He screamed passionately, Cold’s furious slams carrying him through it, eyes wide at the vision of his face in the mirror. His lips were soft and wet, his eyes fluttering as his loins cast their load all over his hand, and he couldn’t look away.

Jimmy looked exhausted, sweating, and absolutely bursting with bliss. He was smiling from ear to ear, groaning again as Cold finished inside of him, rutting their hips together as the last few tremors of precious bliss washed over them both.

His head flopped against the sheets, his heart thumping so hard he swore it was making his ribs vibrate. He stretched his legs and wiggled, sighing sweetly, “Mmmmph…”

Cold leaned down to kiss his damp cheek, chuckling contently to himself. He pulled away to get cleaned up, starting to move the mirror back beside the closet.

“Wait,” Jimmy said suddenly.

“What is it?”

“Could we maybe… leave the mirror here just a little longer?” Jimmy asked, grinning shyly. “At least for the rest of tonight?”

Cold laughed, leaning down to kiss Jimmy’s lips and nodding, “Mmm, absolutely.”

Sexy Saturday 09/21/2019

Good morning, kits and kittens! It’s Sexy Saturday time! This was the very first Kinktober prompt I wrote for Jimmy and Boss Cold. Have some deepthroating fun! XD

Warnings: NSFW/smuts/I mean, why else are we here?


“Open up wide, Mr. Poe,” Cold purred, tracing his thumb over Jimmy’s top lip, “You said you’ve been practicing for me… let’s see what a quick study you are.”

Jimmy’s lips parted and his body relaxed completely, eager to prove himself. He was on his back, stretched out in their bed, his head hanging off the edge of the mattress. He was close enough to smell the musk of Cold’s loins, a breath away from tasting his cock.

He’d been looking up sex guides and kinky advice columns, reading everything he could to improve his intimate skills. The more time they spent in the bedroom together, the more Jimmy wanted to perform better for Cold.

Cold knew so much about sex, and Jimmy felt embarrassingly ignorant by comparison; especially when it came to the particularly naughty things they enjoyed together.

There was so much he wanted to try, soon discovering an entire world of unexplored kinks in his online adventuring.

At the current moment, he was determined to properly deepthroat that beautiful cock right there in front of him, every inch, without his pesky gag reflex getting in the way.

Jimmy had spent probably hours with that massive hunk of dick in his mouth, and he had taken him all the way down many times. But he’d always eventually gagged, almost choked, and he wanted Cold to finally and truly fuck his throat without any obstacles.

Cold had found Jimmy earlier trying to desensitize the back of his mouth with the end of his toothbrush as one article had suggested, quite puzzled at first, but then delighted when Jimmy shyly explained what he had been attempting.

Cold promised that he would help Jimmy learn anything about sex that he wanted to know, no matter how kinky, guiding him into bed with a loving kiss.

Jimmy was eager to try all the amazing things he had read about, hungrily gazing up at Cold’s giant cock and whining softly.

“When I thrust all the way in,” Cold was saying, “my cock will fill your throat. When I pull back out, breathe in through your nose. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy chirped obediently.

“Good boy,” Cold purred, finally rolling his hips forward and sinking his cock into Jimmy’s waiting mouth. He only allowed a few inches inside, sighing softly as Jimmy sucked him effortlessly.

This part was easy, Jimmy humming softly and swiping his tongue around the head of his dick. Saliva was already starting to collect in the roof of his mouth, swallowing it down while he could and waiting for Cold to give him more.

Cold waited, allowing Jimmy time to adjust and letting his drool lubricate his shaft. He began to push a little deeper, leaning over the bed and resting his hands on either side of Jimmy’s hips on the mattress.

“You may touch, Mr. Poe,” Cold said, his voice breathy and content, his hips slowly rocking against Jimmy’s face.

Jimmy’s hands snapped up to grab Cold’s butt so quickly that the gangster actually laughed. Jimmy would have smiled if he could, frantically kneading the full flesh of his lover’s ass. He pulled Cold close, desperate to take it all.

Cold was as patient as ever, firmly ignoring Jimmy’s pawing and moving at his own pace. His cock was advancing deeper, inch by agonizing inch, purring proudly, “Almost there, Mr. Poe. You’re doing so well… remember to breathe.”

Jimmy squeezed Cold’s butt in response, his eyes watering when he felt the head of his cock slide right down his throat. A quick second of pressure and it was gone, Cold having pulled back out quickly. Jimmy sucked air in through his nose, ready to take the next thrust.

Over and over, Cold’s cock pushed deep and Jimmy waited for him to withdraw to breathe. A beautiful rhythm began to develop, Jimmy preening at the slick attentions working away inside his mouth and holding back any gagging.

“You’re doing so very well,” Cold drawled, and Jimmy was over the moon to hear him so tense. “My beautiful boy…”

Jimmy squeezed Cold’s butt, his thighs, desperate to taste his load. His head was starting to feel light from hanging off the bed, his cheeks hot and stinging. His eyes fluttered when Cold finally responded the way he wanted him to, the gangster slamming his cock with much more force than before and quickly picking up speed.

“Touch yourself, Mr. Poe,” Cold growled ferociously. “You may come after I do, but only after me!”

Jimmy wanted to moan, his jaw aching from being held open so long. It was getting harder to breathe, the time in between thrusts only allowing for quick sniffs of precious oxygen. He grabbed his own cock, wet with precome and throbbing to the same tune of the blood pounding away in his head.

For a brief moment, everything was in perfect sync; Cold’s thick cock burrowing deep inside his throat, the drumming of his blood throbbing in his head, the desperate jerk of his hand on himself. Even the light smack of Cold’s balls in his face was moving in time with the magical tune. It was hypnotic, the sweetest beat he’d ever heard, thrumming harmoniously with every frantic breath he could take.

“You’re gonna swallow it all down,” Cold commanded. “You’ll swallow every last drop of my come right down your hot little throat.”

Jimmy snorted, a mix of snot and spit oozing down his face, trying to prepare himself for the load about to fill up his mouth. But no, it didn’t come anywhere near his mouth. It was all shot straight down his throat, his whole body shuddering as he struggled to take it.

The perfect rhythm went far off course, derailing into an explosive frenzy of sound and mind wrecking sensation.

The feeling of Cold busting like this reminded Jimmy of gulping down warm tea, able to feel the heat soothing his aching throat and catching the faintest taste of come in the back of his tongue. His head was pounding so hard he barely heard the command to climax, wheezing as Cold withdrew his cock and he could breathe through his mouth once more.

“Come for me, Mr. Poe,” Cold commanded again, velvety and firm. “Right fucking now.”

Jimmy barely finished his next stroke before his balls tightened up and he feverishly came all over himself. He was sobbing from the sweet release, his face a mess of tears and spit, crying out as the final tremors of his orgasm made the base of his spine seize up.

Cold dropped to his knees beside the bed, gently pushing Jimmy’s head back up on the mattress, purring, “There you go, my beautiful Jimmy. My beautiful, perfect boy.”

The rush of blood pouring back into his skull made Jimmy’s vision blur, totally limp as Cold gently began to wipe off his face. He was smiling dumbly, his jaw and throat screaming in protest from the abuse, but he felt completely satisfied down to the marrow of his bones.

He’d done it. He’d deepthroated that huge cock, and he’d loved every second of it. He hadn’t even choked once, beaming proudly at Cold as he slipped into bed beside him.

“You were wonderful,” Cold purred, continuing to fuss and clean off Jimmy’s face, peppering his efforts with soft kisses. “I’ll have Jerry bring you some hot chocolate to help with your throat. I know you must be sore…”

“Mini-marshmallows?” Jimmy croaked hopefully.

“Absolutely,” Cold chuckled fondly. “Consider this a very successful lesson, Mr. Poe. You’re a very fast learner.” His icy eyes shone with mischief and danger, purring slyly, “Mmmm, I can’t wait to see what I teach you next…”