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Hi kits and kittens! It’s Sexy Saturday time! Woo!!! I know you’re all super excited for CHC2, and now it’s less than two weeks away! Aghhh!!! I can’t wait for you guys to catch up with Jimmy and Cold – it’s gonna be so much fun! <333

Today’s post is a short about a man who owns a sex store and needs help from a very special toy maker. Uh-huh. It’s THAT kind of toy maker. Heh heh heh! Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW/DS/cock cages/dildos/plugs

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Custom leather harnesses, vinyl chaps, studded restraints; Mateo Delgado offered it all for a price.

His shop, Four Quarters, was not a typical sex store. Most of what he sold was made to order, and his store windows were filled with mannequins boldly donning his custom kinky wares. He also carried a line of unisex lingerie designed by his sister, paddles crafted by his brother, and scented candles made by his mother.

Unusual for a family business, but the Delgados were a very tight knit clan. When Mateo had announced his intentions to open up the shop, they had all surprised him by eagerly offering their assistance.

The business had flourished with their support, and Mateo won customers over with his attention to detail and high quality products. He shipped his work all across the world, and his name was now synonymous with fine fetish wear.

He was used to taking on very unusual orders, typically receiving such requests through email. Privacy was very important to his clients, and he took every precaution to ensure total discretion.

One of his longtime customers had just sent him such a message asking if he could provide a custom sex toy.

Oh, but not just any sex toy.

He wanted a dildo sculpted to look like it belonged to the Hulk.

A giant green Hulk cock.

While Four Quarters offered a wide selection of fetish clothing and gear, they carried little else in the way of toys. Mateo preferred to provide garments that people could wear to feel empowered in the bedroom, and he didn’t have much interest beyond that.

He scrubbed a hand over his face as he read back over the extremely detailed request. Among previous orders for this customer, he had built a bright green leather chastity harness, and his brother had made a green studded paddle, so he should not have been too surprised.

He didn’t want to touch it. He knew nothing about creating a custom toy like this, but his client said cost was not an issue.

Considering how much the client had ordered from him previously, Mateo knew that to be true.

He pursed his lips thoughtfully, eyes scanning over the screen of his laptop as he weighed his options.

His sister had been pestering him to branch out, and he skimmed through the list of possible toy makers she had gathered for him. Unique sex toys were a booming market, one that maybe it was finally time for him to explore.

For such a special project, he was going to need some help.

It was how he ended up at Jordan King’s door that evening, a toy maker and sculptor whose name had earned itself several little stars on his sister’s list. He didn’t have the most experience or the largest portfolio, and Mateo was unsure why this was the one she insisted that he go into business with.

When the door opened, Mateo knew exactly why.

Jordan King was absolutely gorgeous. Tall, long legs, bright smile, and long curly black hair.

Oh, he was exactly Mateo’s type.

“Jordan King,” he said cheerfully, waving him in. “Nice to meet you!”

“Mateo Delgado.” Mateo smirked, shaking his hand firmly before looking around. “A pleasure.”

The studio apartment looked like a toy shop had exploded. There were hundreds of action figures and statuettes everywhere, many still in the original packaging.

The furniture was old but well maintained, covered in colorful pillows and blankets. A large work space overtook nearly half the room, all the tables covered in old paint splatters aplenty.

Everything was warm and cluttered, a cozy sort of chaos that Mateo found incredibly inviting.

There was a wall plastered with neatly printed letters, each one carefully pinned up with care in a strange contrast to the rest of the messy apartment.

“What’s this?” Mateo asked, quirking his brows as he stepped over to take a look.

“Ah! My hall of fame!” Jordan said proudly. “It’s all my cease and desist orders from the companies whose toys I’ve knocked off.”

“Hmm, DC didn’t like you selling an Oswald Cobblepot and Edward Nygma Puppy Play Bondage Set?” Mateo laughed, skimming the massive collection of offenses.

“They were not fans,” Jordan chuckled. “Right on up there with my Batarang Butt Plugs and my Captain America Nipple Shields.”

“Why, Jordan,” Mateo drawled playfully, “you’re a criminal mastermind!”

“Aw! Just a little one!” Jordan protested. “It’s not my fault that what I call ‘inspired fan art’, they call ‘copyright infringement’!”

“Have you ever done any original work?”

“Of course,” Jordan replied. “But that doesn’t sell, you know? People don’t want Maurice Martine’s cock. They wanna have freakin’ Dean Winchester’s.”

“Maurice who?”

“Exactly,” Jordan laughed, heading over towards the kitchenette area. “Uhm, can I get you something to drink?”

“Sure,” Mateo said, following him and watching the swing of his hips intently. “I am very interested in eventually designing a full line of toys, all original concepts.”

“And uh, Bruce Banner’s Hulk cock was your first idea?”

“It was a private request for a very loyal client,” Mateo replied with a short laugh. “Think of this as a little test run.”

“Gotcha.” Jordan picked up two mugs and sniffed them cautiously. He caught Mateo staring at him and explained, “Making sure these are cups for food and not for paint. Artist problems.”

”Uh huh.” Mateo smiled fondly, finding this young man already very endearing. He was definitely going to look forward to working with him.

“So! Uh, I’m guessing for Hulk cock, eh… big, thick, and green?”

“I actually have very exact specifications,” Mateo replied, bringing up the email on his phone to show Jordan.

“Twelve inches?” Jordan grinned as he skimmed over the message and whistled low, pouring them both a mug of cheap red wine. “Ohhh, and very veiny. Wow, like really veiny. Hmm. All right.”

Mateo sipped the wine, smirking as he said, “From what I understand, custom pieces like this cost between fifty to a hundred dollars.”

“More or less. The bigger the piece, the more silicone that’s required, so the price goes up. Plus, this is an original piece. It’s not like I already have a mold hanging around for a giant Hulk cock. I’ll have to make one from scratch.”

“Cost is not an issue,” Mateo said immediately. “Would five hundred dollars be enough to get started?”

“Five hundred?” Jordan nearly choked on his wine, laughing, “Fuck! For five hundred dollars I’ll get started right now!”

“I’m curious to see the process,” Mateo said, finishing off his wine and helping himself to another mug. “Unless you have some anxiety about being watched?”

“No, but it’s gonna take a few hours,” Jordan said skeptically.

“I’ve got time,” Mateo replied with a warm smile. He was already texting his sister a message of gratitude and a request for her to watch the shop for the rest of the night. He had no intentions of leaving any time soon.

“All right!” Jordan grinned, pouring another mug and nodding for Mateo to follow him over to the largest of the work tables. He got out a large tub of bright pink clay, already starting to squeeze it and knead it into a generally phallic shape.

“Why is it pink?” Mateo raised his brows curiously. “You do know what color the Hulk is…?”

“Yes!” Jordan laughed, sticking out his tongue playfully. “I just happen to have a ton of pink clay and the color doesn’t matter for this part.”

“Walk me through it,” Mateo said, tipping back his mug as he watched.

“Well, the very first step is to create the sculpture that we’ll make the mold from,” Jordan said, his fingers moving skillfully. “Once this is done, I’ll bake it so it hardens up.”

“Did you always want to be a toy maker?”

“I wanted to be an artist,” Jordan replied honestly. “I wanted to make beautiful things like Rodin and Bernini. Graduated from a very prestigious and very expensive art school, had my first big show downtown, and failed spectacularly.”

“Ouch.”

“Didn’t sell a single piece. So, desperate and broke, I took a job making a line of Awesome Transforming Strong Warriors for a company in China.”

“Not rangers of the mighty morphing variety?” Mateo chuckled warmly.

“Not quite. The company loved my sculpts, and it just went from there. I’ve spent the last eight years making knockoff toys that end up in dollar bins and flea markets, but hey, it pays the bills.”

“And your, ahem, adult endeavors?”

“That came a little later,” Jordan replied, pausing to measure the cock. “And honestly, the money is better.”

“What about the legal troubles?” Mateo nodded at the wall of letters.

“Oh, please,” Jordan snickered. “I just smile and promise I won’t ever do it again and make something else. Part of what helps my toys sell because they will always be a limited release, you know?”

“Mmm. So, what art school did you go to?”

“You ask a lot of questions!” Jordan replied with a nervous laugh. “Definitely gonna need more to drink if you expect me to get chatty.”

“I’m merely curious about my potential business partner,” Mateo said innocently, retrieving the bottle of wine and refilling their mugs. “If you’re willing to indulge me, of course.”

“Mm,” Jordan hummed. “Well, my father left my mother when I was a kid, she became an abusive drunk, and I was raised by my aunt after a brief stint in juvie. I was an angry kid and made a lot of really bad decisions. With some tough love, my aunt set me straight and helped me get into art school after I graduated.”

“Christ,” Mateo breathed. He had not been expecting such a blunt answer.

Jordan maintained his chipper disposition as he worked on cutting in veins along the shaft of the cock, saying, “Look, it’s not a pity story. This is just my life. Good or bad, everything’s that happened has brought me to where I am right now. Got my own place, building the Hulk’s cock, drinking five dollar wine with you.”

“You have an amazingly bright point of view, Jordan,” Mateo said genuinely. “Especially for someone who’s lived what had to be such a dark life.”

Jordan fidgeted and blushed at the compliment, his eyes focused on his work. “I guess so. I’m just me.”

“Well,” Mateo said, gently touching his forearm, “I’m impressed.”

Jordan’s cheek colored even more beautifully, saying, “Well, what about you? What’s your tragic life story?”

“My parents immigrated here from Mexico after their house was burned down so they could get a fresh start, and my father was murdered when I was ten.”

“Oh, fuck,” Jordan gasped. “I didn’t mean… about it being tragic? I just-!”

“No, it’s fine,” Mateo cut in politely.

Jordan had been bold enough to open up to him, and he felt comfortable enough to share his own story now.

“The house was old, burned down because of faulty wiring, and my father…” Mateo paused to clear his throat. “He was trying to stop a mugging. He was shot, died before they ever got him to the hospital.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jordan said earnestly. “I can’t imagine how hard that must have been.”

“It was a long time ago. I have a younger brother and sister, but they were too little to remember him. Me and my mother… well, we mourned together very quietly.”

“Did they get the guy that killed him?”

“Rotting in prison for life.”

“Good!”

“Here’s to tragic life stories and copious amounts of cheap red wine,” Mateo said, lifting his mug in a toast.

“Cheers,” Jordan said, clinking his mug against Mateo’s and taking a sip. “Well, on a less morbid note, heh, how’d you get into designing fetish clothing?”

“Always had an eye for fashion, and I discovered that I like making things that allow people to feel strong even when their balls are hanging out,” Mateo said with a wink. He glanced down at Jordan’s sculpture, genuine surprise in his voice as he noted, “That looks incredible.”

”Thanks!”

“Thought you said this was going to take a few hours?”

“It is! This is just the beginning,” Jordan replied with a coy smile. “Why? Do you have someone to get home to? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?”

“Is that your way of asking if I’m single, Jordan?” Mateo challenged.

“Just trying to get to know my potential business partner,” Jordan said with an angelic smile.

“I am very single,” Mateo answered after a moment, his long fingers tracing the rim of his mug, “and very gay.”

“See? Good information to know!” Jordan popped the clay cock onto a metal tray and stuck it inside the oven, humming as he adjusted the temperature.

“And you, Jordan?”

“Also single,” he said with a smirk. “And very pansexual and really into hot guys who own their sex shops around about now.”

Mateo stepped close, close enough that Jordan backed up against his kitchen counter to steady himself. “You know, I think you might just be the most gorgeous criminal I’ve ever met.”

“Have you met many criminals?” Jordan asked breathlessly, glancing down at Mateo’s lips.

“A few,” Mateo replied honestly, “but never one quite as lovely as yourself.”

The oven dinged, startling Jordan away to find mitts and pull out the baked cock. “All righty!” he exclaimed, clearly flustered. “Now, uhm, now it’s time to get hard.”

“Pardon?” Mateo tried to hide his disappointment at being interrupted, downing the last of his wine.

“If you want to make something hard, you use a soft mold,” Jordan explained with a little giggle. “But if you want something soft, ahem, you gotta start out hard.”

“I can feel all of my creative juices already flowing,” Mateo teased, watching Jordan set the giant cock down on his work table. “What now?”

“Well, while all of our creative juices flow and congeal, we let this cool for a few minutes. Any last minute adjustments we want to make have to happen now before we start casting.”

“Mmm.”

“So, are we pleased with our Hulk cock?” Jordan asked with a grin, turning the monstrous thing all around for Mateo’s inspection.

“Consider my juices boiling.” Mateo nodded his approval. “It’s perfect. Now, what do you do next?”

“So! We start casting now,” Jordan announced as he mixed up a small batch of a milky liquid in a bowl. “We just need a little tiny bit to create the sheath.”

“Looks like come. Really thick come.”

“It’s silicone! Pay attention! This first layer is the most important,” Jordan teased with a bright smile as he painted the silicone along the giant cock. “This is what’s called the beauty coat. It’s gonna capture all those juicy and veiny details.

“We add another layer and some gauze. This will add some strength and help keep it all together. Now! We have to build our mold wall while that sets up. Grab some of that wood at your feet.”

“Mmm, not sure it hangs quite that low,” Mateo teased.

“The scraps!” Jordan cackled.

Mateo grinned, picking up some of the wooden pieces he found and offering them over.

“So! Next we build the mold wall around our, ahem, specimen,” Jordan said, smiling gleefully as he constructed a firm wall around the cock. He used duct tape to hold the corners and started jamming clay inside, pausing to take a swig of his wine.

“Why clay?” Mateo asked, watching him curiously. He topped off Jordan’s mug and refilled his own. “Thought you said we have to get hard to make something soft.”

“It’s a two part mold,” Jordan explained. “We gotta make it in two halves so once we pour our rubber in, we can pull it apart to get our prize. Trust me! I got this.”

“Mmm, and you’re sure that you know what you’re doing?”

“I’m a professional!” Jordan declared, smoothing the clay out until the bottom half of the box was filled. “Next, we pour in the alginate to fill it up the rest of the way, and that makes the first part of our mold.”

“The algi-what?”

“Alginate!” Jordan said, ushering Mateo to his side of the table. “Come here! You can help me with this part!”

Mateo finished off his wine and walked over to join him.

“Okie dokie!” Jordan pulled out a giant bucket, a tub full of white powder, and a jug of water. “One scoop for every cup of water. Same stuff dentists use to take teeth impressions because it sets up so fast.”

Mateo found a giant spoon being pressed into his hand while Jordan dumped in powder and water, urging him to start stirring.

“You have to really get in there!” Jordan laughed, his hands folding over top of Mateo’s and trying to help him.

Mateo enjoyed the warmth of Jordan’s body pressing into his side, doing his best to focus on combining the alginate. It was nearly impossible with Jordan’s fingers curling with his own and that bright smile of his lighting up his handsome face.

“Hey! Keep stirring!” Jordan urged, bumping their hips together. “Once it’s mixed, we only have a few minutes to pour before it starts setting up.”

“Better pour quickly.”

“Oh?”

“Because I am planning on kissing you,” Mateo said confidently. “And once I start, I’m not sure when I’ll stop.”

“I think it’s mixed enough,” Jordan squeaked, the flesh of his face cycling through several awesome shades of red. He grabbed the bucket, dumping the liquid into the mold until it was overflowing.

Mateo had his hands on Jordan’s hips the second the bucket clattered to the floor, turning him around and planting a greedy kiss on his lips.

Jordan moaned loudly, his arms clinging to Mateo’s shoulder and licking into his mouth. He was a live wire, frantic and eager, pushing himself flush against Mateo’s chest.

Mateo couldn’t get enough. He adored all the needy little noises Jordan made when he touched him, mapping out all the lines of his lean figure. He lifted him up on the table, panting softly as he worked to get their shirts out of the way.

Jordan was right there with him, breaking the passionate lock of their lips only long enough for shirts to go flying off before diving back in. The kiss was hot, a perfect slide of lips and tongue, fueled by the heat of their bare skin pressing so close.

Mateo’s fingers were dipping below the hem of Jordan’s jeans, tracing over the button with his thumb as he remarked, “It seems I’ve gotten your creative juices flowing.”

Jordan giggled, reaching down to palm Mateo’s hard cock as he teased, “Oh, and I’d say you’re feeling very inspired right now.”

Mateo chuckled, kissing him again passionately. He knew there was no way he could ever get enough of those amazing lips now that he’d had a taste.

“Mmmph,” Jordan mumbled. “We’ve gotta finish the mold.”

“Right now?” Mateo huffed.

“Yes!” Jordan insisted, swiping a hand through his hair as he slid off the table to grab the bucket. “I just have to pour the other side and then we can get right back to this.”

“Or, option B, forget the damn thing and you let me bend you over this table instead?”

“Tempting,” Jordan said with a wink, quickly mixing up another batch of alginate. “Very tempting! But you hired me to complete a task, Mr. Delgado! And I do take my work very seriously.”

Mateo was downright pouting as he watched Jordan work, moving behind him and squeezing his hips.

Jordan squeaked, glancing back at Mateo as he protested, “It’ll only take a second!”

“I’m not doing anything,” Mateo replied innocently. “Carry on. Don’t let me distract you.”

Jordan grinned, flipping the mold over as he said, “Now that the first half of the mold is set, we have to pour the second. So, we pull out all that clay from before…”

Mateo unbuttoned Jordan’s jeans, resting his chin on his shoulder. “Mm, just a placeholder, right?”

“Y-yes,” Jordan nodded, reaching for a small spatula. “Before we pour the rest, we have to cut mold keys. A small break in the mold to help it lock together and take it apart.”

“Fascinating,” Mateo breathed, discovering two things very quickly when he pushed Jordan’s jeans down.

The first was that Jordan wasn’t wearing any underwear.

The second was that he had a silicone cock cage snugly locked on his dick.

A closer look revealed the Batman logo was stamped right across the head, and Mateo was unable to resist a chuckle. “A Batman chastity cage?”

“It’s my Batman Cock Cave, thank you,” Jordan corrected, his voice surprisingly steady even as Mateo fondled his balls. “Now! Some people just cut out little rectangles for mold keys. I always do a lightning bolt.”

“Mmhmm,” Mateo hummed, stroking Jordan’s sack and teasing the base of his cock where the edge of the cage squeezed him.

Jordan’s hand was shaking as he cut out zig zag chunks to form his lightning bolt, picking up the bucket and quickly pouring the second batch of alginate in. “N-now we just wait for this to set up.”

“Mmhm,” Mateo hummed again, kneeling down behind Jordan and helping him step out of his jeans. He grabbed his asscheeks, spreading them wide and appraising his sweet hole.

Jordan shuddered from head to toe, his back arching out to offer himself willingly, panting, “So, you know, in case the Batman Cock Cage didn’t give it away… I’m a little, uh, adventurous?”

“So am I,” Mateo promised, kneading Jordan’s cheeks, his thumbs sliding inward to massage the tender skin around his ass. “Tell me what you want, Jordan.”

“Take charge,” Jordan said immediately, the words making Mateo’s cock twitch. “I don’t want to come until you tell me to… I need…” His voice cracked, sighing, “I need you to tell me what to do.”

“Safeword?” Mateo replied, a breath away from Jordan’s hole, watching it clench and unclench.

“Bruce Wayne.”

“All right, Jordan,” Mateo said hoarsely, “I’m going to eat your ass out until you’re shaking. Then I think I will fuck you… if I’m satisfied, and only then, I’ll let you come.”

“Oh, fuck yes,” Jordan moaned happily.

“Does that sound agreeable?”

“Yes, please!”

Mateo’s tongue plunged forward, savoring the wonderful cry it earned him. He licked eagerly, swirling in tight circles all around Jordan’s hole before starting to push forward.

Jordan’s head smacked against the table, mewling and whimpering softly.

Mateo could only push so far, the tight muscle resisting entry, but he kept going. He reached between Jordan’s legs, finding his balls and giving them a tender squeeze.

Jordan started rocking his hips back, desperate for more friction. It didn’t take long for his thighs to tremble, and he sobbed against the table, “Oh, God… oh, fuck… it’s so good… Mateo!”

Mateo added a finger, slick with spit, just enough to probe the inner rim of Jordan’s tight hole. He wanted to draw this out, to really torture and tease him for hours, but he couldn’t wait any longer.

Jordan fussed when Mateo pulled away, pushing himself up on his elbows and looking back at him over his shoulder. His face was glistening with sweat, flushed a lovely shade of pink, waving at the drawers next to them. “Come on.”

“Ah ah,” Mateo chastised, lightly smacking Jordan’s butt. “You wanted me to be in charge, right?” He found lubricant where Jordan had gestured, but made no effort to get himself ready. “That means you have to be patient.”

Jordan whined loudly, trying to press back against Mateo as he begged, “Please… Patience is, like, my worst quality.”

“Which is why we’re going to work on it right now,” Mateo teased, lubing up his fingers and stroking them between Jordan’s cheeks. He kept playing around his tight little hole, dipping in here and there, but still not giving any real relief.

Jordan writhed in frustration, even slamming his fist down at one point, but he didn’t protest again. He was giving in, a beautiful sublime expression softening his face as he finally relaxed.

Mateo waited until he saw that submission before plunging his fingers in, watching Jordan nearly jump right off the floor as he buried himself down to the knuckle. He worked his ass open in slow, deep strokes, praising, “Such a good boy for me…”

“Fuck! Yes!” Jordan cried triumphantly, melting beneath Mateo’s skilled fingers and grinding down against his hand. “Your good boy, yes… fuck!”

Mateo’s balls were about to burst, and he fumbled for the lube as he pulled out his cock. He rubbed the head up against Jordan’s hole, lamenting, “I don’t have protection. This is not exactly what I had planned when I came over here…”

“You clean?”

“Yes.”

“Me, too,” Jordan panted eagerly. “Please don’t stop… I want you like this. I want you to come in me.”

Mateo had to bite the blood out of his cheek to stop himself from moaning. He’d never wanted anything so much. He began to press inside, both of them left groaning together at the tight fit. “Fuck, Jordan…”

“Mateo,” Jordan whimpered, reaching back to grab his hip as they savored the first wave of pleasure from being so intimately connected.

Mateo pressed kisses along Jordan’s spine, mouthing at the side of his throat as he started to slam forward. Jordan moved with him, rolling into each thrust to take it deeper every time, their bodies in sync as if they had been doing this all of their lives.

Tools were clattering and falling off the table from the force of Mateo’s cock pounding into Jordan, Mateo’s grunts punctuating all of Jordan’s gorgeous cries.

Mateo gave Jordan a few good spankings, delighted how he clenched down and howled. He had to kiss him, plastering himself across his back to reach his lips, fingers curling into his hair as he sucked on his tongue.

He was already close, the pressure in his loins pleading for release. He grunted a quick warning, Jordan twitching beneath him and moaning desperately. Mateo growled as he came, every muscle focused on pumping his come as deeply as he could.

Jordan moaned, grinning like a fool, breathlessly praising, “Fuck, Mateo… so fucking good… that was amazing.”

Mateo smiled, kissing Jordan’s cheek and giving him one last thrust. “Mmmph. You, Jordan King, are something special.”

“Before you pull out,” Jordan said quickly, eyeing him with a sheepish grin, “could you… uh… plug me?”

Mateo shuddered, repeating, “Plug you?” He popped Jordan’s hip. “Wanna keep all my come in you, hmm?”

“At least until I finish the mold,” Jordan replied shyly.

“I suppose that’s fair,” Mateo mused. “Finish our little project and then I’ll let you come?”

“Godddd, yup, that.” Jordan nodded eagerly. “Let’s do that.”

“And I would find a plug where exactly?”

“Same drawer.”

Mateo laughed when he found it, a silver rubber butt plug with a very unique handle. “Is that… is that Thor’s Hammer?”

“It’s my Mjolnir Man Plug,” Jordan giggled, sighing contently as Mateo pulled out, easily fitting the thick plug inside his wet hole.

Mateo pulled Jordan up into his arms, kissing him passionately. He couldn’t believe this gorgeous man was so utterly perfect. He hugged him close, chuckling, “You truly are amazing, Jordan.”

“So are you,” Jordan said with a toothy grin. “Mmmph, and that cock of yours. Fuck, we’re making a damn mold of that monster next!”

Mateo smirked, glancing to the mold and asking, “Speaking of monsters…”

“Right!” Jordan turned to grab the mold, shivering as the plug shifted inside of him. He popped off the wood, left with a large gray cube. His fingers found the seam, pulling at the mold keys and it popped cleanly into two halves.

“Is that it?” Mateo asked curiously, kissing Jordan’s shoulder as he watched.

“Almost,” Jordan said, pulling the silicone wrapped cock from the middle. “See, the sheath stays nice and flexible, should come right off like a condom.” He peeled it off the clay Hulk cock, holding it up for Mateo’s inspection. “Ta-dah!”

“Mmm, now what?”

“Now we mix and pour the silicone to make the actual dildo,” Jordan replied, returning the sheath to the middle of the mold and putting it all back together. He turned it upside down, revealing the open hole left behind in the bottom of the sheath.

With Mateo’s help, he gathered the ingredients to create a large batch of silicone, grinning when he added several drops of green dye. He kept going until the mixture was a brilliant shade of emerald, asking, “Do we think that’s an appropriate Hulk green?”

“Perfect,” Mateo confirmed, watching Jordan pour the green silicone down into the mold.

“The sheath will catch all those awesome details from the beauty coat and the mold walls hold it all together while it sets up!” Jordan declared proudly, moaning quietly as he moved and the plug moved with him. “And that, mmmph, is how you make a dildo, Mr. Delgado.”

“Very impressive,” Mateo said, fingering around the handle of Jordan’s plug. “About how long will it take?”

“To fully cure? Mmm, a few hours at least.” Jordan’s eyes fluttered softly, leaning into Mateo’s touch. “Do you have something in mind to pass the time?”

“Many, many things,” Mateo promised, giving the plug a light tug. “First on the list is taking off your Batman Cock Cave. You’ve been such a very good boy, and I think you’ve earned yourself a spectacular orgasm.”

“Mmmph,” Jordan moaned, shivering in anticipation. “And after that?”

“Well,” Mateo replied, kissing him sweetly with a sly smile, “we’ll just have to see where our creative juices take us, won’t we?”

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Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Today’s post is a fun bit of naughtiness from the Cold Hard Cash Anthology! It’s a collection of smutty shorts that take place between CHC and CHC2 – hopefully to be released in the next few months following CHC2’s release!

Jimmy has finally started back at college, and Cold has some surprises for him to celebrate his first day… and a harsh lesson in gratitude.

Warnings: NSFW/riding crop/spankings

~*~

The first day of school was absolutely wonderful for Jimmy. He’d been looking forward to it for weeks. There was a part of him that still couldn’t believe that it was actually happening, and the reality didn’t hit until he was walking into his very first class.

He’d done it. He was here. He was finally going to finish his degree.

Many of his old law professors were still here teaching and were glad to see him. Even though it had been so long, Jimmy was able to navigate his way around campus efficiently and enjoyed catching up with so many familiar faces.

The class load was simple since it was the first day, filled with reviewing the syllabuses and the expectations for the rest of the semester. Jimmy was positively buzzing with excitement, carefully taking notes for every class and organizing each subject in its own small binder.

He was actually a little disappointed when it was time to go home for the day, but he was still all smiles when Jerry came to pick him up.

Jerry had driven the sleek sedan, fortunately, and not the limo.

Not that Jimmy was ashamed of his relationship with Cold, but he thought it would be better if he was a bit discreet. The last thing he wanted was any of his teachers passing him through their classes because they were afraid of getting whacked.

Jimmy went racing into the house the moment Jerry parked the car, calling out, “Rod! I’m home!”

“In here!” Cold’s voice called out.

Jimmy followed the sound into the living room, gasping in surprise when Cold was waiting for him with a bottle of champagne. “What’s all this?”

“We’re celebrating,” Cold said with a smirk.

“We are?” Jimmy laughed as Cold popped the cork and champagne began to bubble out. He quickly grabbed a glass to help catch it. “What are we celebrating?”

“Your triumphant return to college, of course,” Cold replied, filling Jimmy’s glass and one of his own. He smirked, licking his hand where some of the champagne had dribbled. “I’d thought it would be obvious.”

“It’s just the first day!” Jimmy blushed, grinning brightly as they raised their glasses together in a toast. “Thank you, Rod. Really. This is ridiculous and very sweet.”

“It’s just champagne,” Cold said indignantly, reaching out to cup the back of Jimmy’s neck and bring him into a deep kiss. “Mmm… and perhaps I got you a few little things to commemorate the occasion.”

“Oh?”

“One is something I found on one of your wish lists,” Cold replied with a wink. “I believe it may be very beneficial to your extracurricular education.”

“Ohhh,” Jimmy said, the pink in his cheeks turning into a deep red. He slurped down the champagne to help cool himself off, asking curiously, “And, uh, what else exactly did you get me?”

“Here,” Cold said, offering him a small package. It was flat and rectangular, wrapped in simple brown paper.

Jimmy set his champagne aside to accept the present, tearing the paper open to find a handsome leather bound book. He flipped through the pages, laughing, “A planner? You got me a planner?”

“Staying organized is very important,” Cold said stubbornly. “Especially for a new student, I think it’s vital that you keep track of your exams and due dates.”

“Thank you,” Jimmy said, leaning up to kiss Cold’s cheek. “It’s very thoughtful.”

“Hmmph.” Cold looked over Jimmy’s face. “Waiting to see what your other present is, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Jimmy confessed, grinning. “Not that I don’t appreciate the very nice planner-”

“Oh, it’s fine,” Cold said briskly. “Makes your other gift quite appropriate, in fact.”

“Huh?” Jimmy blinked. “Appropriate how?”

“Because it’s something to help punish you when you’ve been bad,” Cold replied as he offered another wrapped gift.

This package was long and thin, and Jimmy knew exactly what it was. Gulping anxiously, he tore at the paper and revealed a slim riding crop. “Shit.”

“Now,” Cold began with a sly smirk, “I know you just got home from school, but I think it’s time for a lesson. Specifically, in manners.”

His face flushing, Jimmy began to nod urgently. “Of course. Yes. I was rude.”

“Yes, you were,” Cold confirmed. “Now, are you ready to begin your lesson, Mr. Poe?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy confirmed, his muscles starting to relax, and gently popped his neck. “I’m ready.”

“Safe word?”

“Ice.”

“Very good,” Cold said, gesturing to the fireplace. “I want you to lean up against the mantle. Drop your pants, but keep your underwear on for now. Do you understand, Mr. Poe?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, quickly moving into position. With his pants around his ankles, he held onto the mantle and took a deep breath.

Behind him, he could hear Cold taking a few practice swings, and the zip of the crop slicing the air made his cock instantly hard.

Cold came up beside him, a strong hand sliding over his ass and squeezing his cock through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. “I see someone is very interested in their naughty gift. Such a shame you weren’t as motivated to be grateful for your other one.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Jimmy said, glancing back at Cold over his shoulder. “I really do love the planner, I do. You know what a mess I am, and it’s something I could reall-fuck!”

The first crack of the riding crop over his ass made Jimmy jump, and he gripped the edge of the mantle more tightly. Even through his underwear, the sting was sharp and unforgiving.

“How’s that, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked calmly, rubbing his palm over Jimmy’s rear to assess the damage.

“Good, sir,” Jimmy squeaked, panting softly. “It’s good.”

Raising his hand up, Cold reared back and smacked Jimmy’s ass again.

Jimmy gasped, his hips jerking back, and he panted as he felt a throbbing line popping up across his skin. Even though the crop didn’t cover the same amount of space as Cold’s hand, the pain was much more intense. He could feel it pounding in his skin, and he had to bow his head down as he struggled to stay standing.

The aftermath of each strike was making his knees weak, and he could feel his underwear getting damp from his cock.

Cold gave him a few more slaps with the crop, waiting in between and watching Jimmy carefully. “I’m not sure if this is enough for you to actually learn anything,” he drawled, grabbing the waistband of Jimmy’s briefs and pulling them down to expose his ass. “Perhaps you need something a bit more… stimulating.”

Jimmy heard the crop slicing through the air and yelped when it made contact with his bare skin. His spine curled up, and his nails dug into the wood of the mantle. It was like a stream of fire had ignited over his ass, and the lingering sting made him ache. “F-fuck!”

“Much better,” Cold chuckled wickedly, cracking another strike across Jimmy’s cheeks.

“Oh, fuck!” Jimmy whimpered, his knees knocking together from the burn. He could feel his pulse pounding all over his abused flesh, and his cock was so hard that it hurt. His underwear rubbing against it felt like it was too much, and he took a few big breaths to steady himself.

“Do you feel like you’ve learned your lesson, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked. “Do you understand now why it’s important to be grateful for all the gifts you receive from me?”

“Y-yes, sir,” Jimmy said quickly. “You took the time to pick them out for me. You used your time, and, and your money, because you wanted to do something nice for me.”

“That’s right, Mr. Poe,” Cold said with a smirk, cracking the crop lightly over the back of Jimmy’s thighs.

Moaning softly, Jimmy stuck out his ass and rubbed his legs together as if he could soothe the burning sensation away. He couldn’t get anywhere close to where Cold had struck him, but it felt good to move. “Mmm… I’m so sorry, sir. I promise I’ll be more grateful in the future.”

“You’d better be,” Cold warned, smacking Jimmy’s arched ass violently.

Jimmy cried out, his knees almost giving out and hitting the floor. He could feel every inch of stinging skin from his thighs to the top of his ass, and it was incredible. He was overwhelmed, sniffing quietly as he awaited another strike.

But it never came.

Cold’s long fingers were tracing over the various welts, following each line from one end to the other. “Mmm, absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jimmy said, standing a little straighter.

“Stay very still for me,” Cold commanded firmly. “I’m going to come on you, right here on your perfect little ass, and if you’re good for me… maybe I’ll let you come, too.”

“Please,” Jimmy murmured. “Please, sir.”

Cold grabbed Jimmy’s shoulder, the hot silky skin of the head of his cock now tracing over the searing lines. He kept rubbing over each one, his breathing shallow and rough, before finally starting to stroke himself.

Jimmy remained motionless and quiet until Cold came, groaning when he felt the hot splash of come dribbling down the cleft of his ass.

Cold was sliding his cock between his cheeks, playing in the mess as he said, “You look stunning like this, Mr. Poe.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jimmy replied with a big smile. “Thank you so much.”

“I suppose you want to come now, don’t you? Pull your pants up,” Cold said firmly. “Come join me on the couch.”

Confused but obedient, Jimmy yanked his underwear up over his sticky bottom and his pants right after. He waddled over to sit next to Cold, frowning when Cold handed him the new planner.

“Here,” Cold said, now offering him a pen.

“What, what am I doing?” Jimmy stammered, staring at the pen.

“Find today’s date,” Cold instructed. “Mark yourself for an orgasm tonight at, hmm, let’s say nine o’clock.”

“What?!” Jimmy gasped.

“I truly want you to really appreciate all of your gifts,” Cold said with a happy smile.

“You are a very wicked man,” Jimmy groaned, his fingers shaking as he wrote in the new event for himself.

“Oh, just the worst,” Cold agreed as he leaned over to peck Jimmy’s cheek. He playfully swatted the crop over his knees. “Now, since you don’t have anything else planned for today, how about we watch some television before dinner?”

“Mmm, and what are the chances of moving up my planned orgasm?” Jimmy asked hopefully.

“Slim.”

“Well, shit.”

“As long as you’re working on learning some gratitude,” Cold taunted, “I think a bit of patience would be helpful as well. Don’t you think so, Mr. Poe?”

“Ulgh.” Jimmy yelped when he got another crack of the riding crop across his legs, laughing, “Sir, yes, sir!”

“Much better.”

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( This Sexy Saturday was a guest post from the wonderful Amanda Meuwissen who was celebrating her new release, Public Enemy, Undercover Lover! Enjoy! <333 )

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! My new release – Public Enemy, Undercover Lover – is dedicated to our lovely hostess.

From the book inscription: To K.L. Hiers, who writes masterpieces that curl my toes and inspires me to do the same for others.

Here’s a taste of what I hope curls all your toes too.

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The moment the door clicked closed behind them, Andrew had him pinned up against it, pupils dilated, and lips reddened from how much he’d been biting them. “I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”
He plastered his body to Isaac’s, kissing him deep and grinding his very apparent erection into Isaac’s thigh. Possessiveness coiled in Isaac’s gut as he gripped Andrew’s waist in turn. With Andrew’s tongue in his mouth, hands up his shirt, and hips rocking, dinner was a problem for later.
“Someone’s hard up,” Isaac huffed. It didn’t matter if he also meant himself. “The alley wasn’t enough for you? I know it wasn’t for Riley.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“Better that than his current conquest.”
Andrew snickered. “Having someone watch was kind of hot.”
“Are you saying you want me to open the blinds?”
The flush to Andrew’s cheeks darkened, and for a moment, Isaac thought he’d say yes.
But instead, he said, “You tell me. You’re in charge.”
Isaac hardened in a heartbeat. The back and forth was what he’d missed. The chase. The challenge. He used to only find it in one-upping someone with his thefts—the police, businesses, security companies, Andrew. He would have given up crime years ago if something else had been able to replace that sooner, but nothing ever had.
Not till Dalton.
And this, sparring with Andrew so much more rewardingly than playing cops and robbers.
He grabbed Andrew’s face to kiss him again, softer. They needed to get back to rough, and they would, but he liked the contrast of hard and soft and how, with Andrew, he could have both.
“I am going to fuck you on that desk,” he promised, rocking his hips forward and eliciting a sharp gasp.
“Yes.”
“Do you have what we need?”
Andrew licked his lips and nodded, pulling out of Isaac’s hold.
The small office was a tad cluttered, but a simple swipe of the desktop cleared it of anything in the way to tumble uncaringly to the floor, other than a mug that Andrew set aside more gingerly.
“No Santa today?” Isaac teased.
“It’s spring,” Andrew said, but the smile didn’t leave his face as he reached into a bottom desk drawer and produced a small bottle and a condom.
“And you chided me the other day.”
“Always be prepared.” Andrew shrugged.
“Are you a Boy Scout?”
Andrew made a point of reaching between his legs to palm himself through his slacks. “Not today.”
Surging forward, Isaac ripped the bottle and condom from his hands to place on the corner of the desk and dipped him back across its surface, nipping at his lips and raking his hands up beneath Andrew’s sweater.
Just as he was about to rip the offending article over Andrew’s head, he saw the desk chair and the window with its closed blinds. “I have a better idea.”
After leading Andrew around the desk, he pulled the chair out of the way and then turned to open the blinds, just enough so they could see the bustle of people outside, but the passersby couldn’t see them. Not unless they looked closely.
“Your audience.” Isaac motioned grandly at the window. “I expect a fitting performance and for you to obey everything I ask.”
“Yes, sir,” Andrew said, flush with excitement.
Sliding his hands around the waistband of Andrew’s slacks, Isaac slipped his palms down the back of them and gripped Andrew’s ass. He whimpered, canting against Isaac.
“This is going to be slow, Andrew. You owe me a very long good morning.”
Pinning Andrew to the desk, Isaac made a point of grinding their hips together as hard and as slow as he could and leaned in to kiss down Andrew’s neck. They rocked like that for several mindless minutes, still fully clothed, Isaac’s mouth hot on Andrew’s neck, and Andrew’s tongue darting at his ear. When Isaac finally removed his hands from Andrew’s slacks, he slid them up into his sweater and lifted it from his body.
Andrew squirmed under the feathering of Isaac’s fingertips down his abs.
“Undress me,” Isaac ordered.
He tugged Isaac’s jacket from his shoulders and went to rip his shirt over his head.
“Slower.”
Andrew complied with a groan but greedily ran his hands over Isaac’s ink once the shirt was off, feeling the soft dusting of hair over his chest that was mostly hidden amidst the dark colors.
Isaac let him spread his long fingers, tracing the intricate designs of a Jack of Spades, the Fibonacci Sequence swirling around his left peck, and a handful of sci-fi references and comic book characters, including the one they’d both heard radio dramas for: The Shadow, which Andrew paused at with a sweet smile when he saw it—a dark silhouette down his side with a wide-brimmed hat and a red scarf.
All the while, Isaac pressed his palm to Andrew’s stomach, fingers pointing downward, and after popping his fly, he slowly dipped into the front of his slacks, past the elastic of his underwear, and right to the prize.
Andrew whined, scraping his nails over Isaac’s skin.
“Kiss me.”
Andrew did, their tongues colliding and a shudder wracking through him. Isaac could feel the wetness building as he palmed him, the hardness of him pulsing. He shoved Andrew’s slacks and underwear out of the way.
“You’re not finished with me yet,” he told him, removing his hand even as Andrew stood naked.
Growling, Andrew tore at Isaac’s belt, risking wrecking the dress pants to speed through removing them, frantic to get back to thrusting into his palm. He pulled Isaac’s shorts down too, and lingered to admire the tattoos on his thighs, like the parallel Rebel and Imperial symbols from Star Wars.
“Touch me, and I’ll keep touching you.”
Starting on Isaac’s thighs, Andrew followed the lines of those symbols first, moving up and inward to finally take hold of him and stroking firmly through the precum. In turn, Isaac went back to Andrew’s abs, trailing downward until they were mirrored with equally firm grasps, jerking each other naked in Andrew’s office in front of his window.
They clutched with their free hands, Isaac gripping the back of Andrew’s neck, and Andrew grabbing his shoulder, orbiting closer, until their hands fell away to allow their cocks to slide past each other instead. Andrew threw both arms around Isaac’s neck at the collision, thrusting into that sweet wetness between them.
“Stop… and face the chair.”
Andrew blinked hazily back at him. Then grinned. When he first bent to lock the roller chair in place, Isaac couldn’t help running his hands across Andrew’s ass. He smacked it lightly, reveling in how Andrew writhed, so he smacked it again.
Andrew gasped.
“I think you like that.”
“Yes,” he panted.
“Well then…” Isaac smacked harder, and then squeezed, rubbing at the reddened skin.
“Ford,” Andrew mewled. “Come on… it’s so good, but I need you to fuck me.”
“I thought this was my show,” Isaac taunted, rearing back to smack him again, again, consistently in the same spot, so that the over-sensitized skin couldn’t recover. “Are you going to behave for me?”
“Yes…” Andrew sounded more pleading with each fresh whimper but ever tinged in want, pressing his ass closer to Isaac rather than away and biting his lip again as his face flushed darker.
Isaac swatted him again and again, until the leather on the arms of the chair squeaked with how much Andrew was twisting them. “You can take quite a bit, can’t you? I saw that on the rooftop. Now, I get to feel for myself. Good boys get rewarded.” He rubbed soothingly over the spot he’d made red from his slaps, and then snatched the bottle from the desk to pour the silky liquid over his fingers.
Slowly, he trailed his slick digits down the curve of Andrew’s ass to wet his puckered entrance and slid one finger in up to the knuckle—then deeper when Andrew opened without resistance.
He snapped back, bringing the finger in all the way with a grunt.
“So impatient. Behave or I’m going to have to punish you more.” Swatting his ass again in warning, Isaac teased with a second finger if he was going to be so insistent, gradually stretching and scissoring inside, pleased by how pliant he was.
Deeper and longer moans spilled from Andrew’s lips, as he rocked his hips with increasing demand.
“My, my… how long have you been thinking about this, Andrew?”
“Christmas…” he rasped. “Never stopped thinking about it… about you.”
“The way you lifted me on your shoulders in that alley… I’m going to treat you so good to pay you back for that.”
“Yes,” Andrew moaned louder as Isaac twisted his fingers, “but I don’t want to wait…”
“Think you’re ready?”
“Please.”
Isaac didn’t need convincing. Sliding his fingers free, he reached for the condom, but thought better of trying to open it with slick fingers. “You put this on me. We’re going to flip around and give our audience a good show.”
Cheeks rosy and eyes nearly black, Andrew staggered as he turned and reached for the condom with a trembling hand. Both hands shook as he tore it open, but he managed.
Isaac took him by the hips and pivoted them, turning the chair to face the window and positioning them in front of it. He let Andrew roll the condom up his length, feeling so hard, he thought he might burst at the brush of Andrew’s fingers, and then again when he added lube.
He sat in the chair and patted his thighs with a suggestive smirk.
Andrew bit his lip again, his flush covering the entire swath of his pale, exposed skin, as he turned and started to sit in Isaac’s lap.
“Easy,” Isaac said, taking him in at the tip, hands moving to Andrew’s hips to steady him. “Slow as you need.”
Andrew paused, and then started again slower, easing onto Isaac at such an agonizing speed, Isaac had to grit his teeth. The heat was intense, as was the tightness, despite the natural give of Andrew having obviously stretched himself before with hands and toys. Isaac remembered watching him finger himself open on that roof with nothing but spit and vigor and leaned forward to plant a kiss between his shoulder blades.
Taking him deeper and deeper, Andrew groaned when he finally sat in Isaac’s lap completely. Gently, Isaac pulled him back against him, and they looked together at the slightly open blinds and the unknowing people so near them.
This was better than the alley. Better than the roof, or the police station, even better than Andrew’s sofa, because there were no barriers anymore, or a ticking clock.
“Move.” Isaac bucked up and drifted his hands between Andrew’s legs. “Show me how much you want it.”
Starting a slow, rhythmic rocking, Andrew obliged. He encapsulated Isaac in such tight heat, Isaac fought the urge to rut upwards, hard and fast, and let Andrew control the speed, trembling in his arms, in his lap, as they watched the people outside.
Isaac palmed Andrew’s balls with one hand, the other gathering the wetness dripping from his tip to smooth up his length, fondling and pumping Andrew leisurely. Little by little, Andrew’s rocking picked up, his voice becoming a stream of filthy moans and profanity.
“Fuck, your cock feels good… and your hands… and your ink-covered skin.” He wriggled against him. “I wish I could suck you off while you’re inside me.”
“What a mouth on you,” Isaac panted. “Keep going… tell me how much you like this.”
“I love it. I love all of it… The people, the discipline, you telling me what to do.”
“Harder. Faster,” Isaac growled as his own urgency increased and the call of an end drew nearer with Andrew bouncing on top of him like a goddamn pogo stick. “Fuck… should have had you like this from day one.”
“Yes,” Andrew agreed with a wanton loll of his head. “Any time. I’ll get on my knees in the fucking street if you ask.” A particularly hard thrust up forced out a broken, “Ford!”
“Isaac,” Isaac corrected. “You call me ‘Isaac’ when I’m inside you.” Sliding his hands from touching Andrew to grip his hips instead, he drove up fervently, and Andrew rode him just as fiercely, keening out the longest, most filthy moan Isaac had ever pulled from anyone.
He felt Andrew tighten, ripping a moan from his lips next, as he stuttered up into the beautiful man atop him, digging divots into Andrew’s hips with his fingers. As his orgasm struck, and lingered, and then waned, he naturally slowed his thrusts, but Andrew whined.
Moving his hands back between Andrew’s legs, Isaac felt that he was still hard and hadn’t yet followed him over the edge.
“Turn around.”
“What…?”
“Turn around. I’ll take care of you.”
Andrew’s legs shook as he stood, gasping at the disconnect when he pulled from Isaac’s cock, and turned to face him. Isaac would have given anything right then to ensure that this version of Andrew Wen was something he got to see every day—tousled hair, a flush to his cheeks, reddened, damp, and parted lips, with eyes hazy and dark with lust. He’d caused all that, and now, he was going to give the payoff.
Tugging Andrew forward by his hips, Isaac bent toward his slick and throbbing cock, and sucked it between his lips. Andrew cried out, though he managed to choke it back from being loud enough to alert the people passing outside. His eyes fell closed and he reached forward with both hands to hold Isaac’s head.
The contact made Isaac twitch and pulse between his own legs again, having Andrew undone before him, unraveled in his grasp, all his. He sucked him down, fingers squeezing Andrew’s ass as he held him in place, tongue never ceasing its languid movements as he sucked and took Andrew in deeper, until a shudder ran through him, the hands on Isaac’s head shaking—
“I-I…I’m—”
And Isaac held him there to swallow back everything Andrew spilled.
When Isaac finally pulled off, licking his lips of the remnants, Andrew’s panting breath filled the room. His hands holding Isaac’s head turned to gentle strokes of his fingers carding through Isaac’s hair.
Gentle. Tender.
Intimate.
Isaac looked up, their eyes meeting with a warmth passing between them, that kept passing between them, that Isaac wasn’t sure what to do with. They were just fooling around, but Isaac was growing more and more addicted every time they did.
He couldn’t have said who leaned in first, but it was definitely Andrew’s decision to climb into his lap. Isaac barely felt the weight with how grounding it was to hold him.
The kiss was slow, too slow, too deep a connection to fool himself into thinking this wasn’t more than sex.

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Whew! I’m so very excited about Cold Hard Cash 2 being published! WOO!!! Editing should begin in about a week, and I’m hoping to have a release date soon! You all will be the first to know! Thank you so much for your support, your patience, and all of your love for my books! You guys freakin’ rock! <333

Now, today’s post is a continuation of Jack’s adventure with his demon orgy. I rewrote some bits at the beginning and just kept going. Still didn’t quite get to the full orgy bits that I wanted to, but I do hope you enjoy it! Maybe I’ll keep writing more sexy times for Jack and his demon boyfriends! XD

Happy reading!

Warnings: NSFW/demon smex/rimming! XD

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Jack Apagado admired the fresh ink of his tattoo in the mirror, flexing and bowing his arms to watch the design squeeze and contract across his chest. The design looked so real, as if the ouija board was going to spring right off of his skin at any moment.

Now it wasn’t just any normal spirit board.

Jack had wanted something special, and he’d found a very strange print in the back of an old antique store. It showed a vintage board with clawed fingers reaching for the planchette, and the letters shown weren’t in any language he knew.

It was gothic, weird, and Jack had to have it for his chest piece. His arms were already fully sleeved with occult symbols and stars swirling in thick coils of smoke, and his hips were dusted with constellations. He’d been waiting for the perfect piece to connect his sleeves over his chest, and this was it.

After months of work, he’d gotten the final touch-ups earlier this afternoon. It was complete, and he couldn’t wait to celebrate. He took some pictures, shared them on all his social media accounts, and ended up by himself in bed scrolling through his phone to look at the rapid explosion of notifications.

“Hot ink!”

“Oh, DADDDDDYYY”

“Want sum cum on dat face”

“Not from you,” Jack mumbled out loud in reply to last one he’d read, setting his phone aside with a sigh.

The comments were nice, but the truth was…

Jack was lonely.

He wanted a real connection outside of his posts, but how could he ever meet anyone? He worked all the time, tried to stay in shape at the gym, and dating apps were a joke. He didn’t want a hook-up. He wanted something that would last.

The appeal of a one night stand wasn’t lost on him as his cock began to twitch, leaving him frustrated and annoyed that he didn’t have the balls to actually use the damn dating app and call someone over.

It was normal. It was fine. Plenty of people did it…

But not Jack. He was too nervous of letting someone new in his home, into his heart, and being left disappointed and empty inside.

Well, he wouldn’t be empty, not exactly…

Ulgh.

He started stroking himself, taking his time and trying to relax. It had been months since he’d gone on a date, and that last one had ended miserably as most of the others had before. He’d really liked this guy, and the chemistry was strong. In a fit of loneliness and too many shots of tequila at dinner, he’d brought the guy home.

Thirty minutes later, he was thanking Jack for a great time and promised to call him again soon.

The sex hadn’t been entirely terrible, but Jack was still miffed. He’d pulled out all of his best moves, did everything to make it good, and well, he ended up having to take things into his own hand to get off.

Okay, fine, it was totally absolutely terrible, but it had been nice not to be alone for a little while.

Then the guy never called him again.

Asshole.

Jack focused on the head of his cock, squeezing down along the ridge as he stroked upwards. He didn’t imagine anyone in particular as he jerked off, simply conjuring up a fantasy of strong hands, soft lips, and an average-sized dick.

Yeah, okay, maybe a bit more than average…

He didn’t have anyone to please except himself, his breath rising to a quick pant, letting the sweet tension build and build until he finally came. The force behind his orgasm surprised him, and his euphoria was spoiled as his come landed right on his freshly tattooed chest.

“Ah, fuck!”

Jack quickly started trying to wipe it off his tattoo, cursing his impressive load as it smeared all over the place. He scrambled to grab something to clean up the mess and opted to peel off his socks. He was carefully dabbing up the last splatter of come up by his collarbone when all the lights in his tiny little apartment flickered.

He smelled something strange, bitter and foul like rotten eggs, and then the lights went off completely.

Great. The power was out.

Using the flashlight on his phone, Jack finished cleaning himself up and dumped off his dirty laundry in the bathroom. He stripped down to nothing, tossing the rest of his clothes in with the socks before heading back to bed.

He flopped face down into his pillows, sighing haggardly. He was still horny, perhaps a bit depressed, and the damn power hadn’t come back on. He didn’t think his evening could get much worse.

He also had the weirdest feeling that he wasn’t alone…

Sharp claws suddenly sank into his hips, and he yelped in surprise and terror. He whirled around, fumbling for the flashlight mode on his phone to see what had touched him.

Nothing.

The room was empty.

Pushing himself back against the headboard, Jack kept the light bouncing all around to ensure that he was truly alone. He didn’t think he had imagined it, but he couldn’t come up with a single plausible explanation.

The lights flicked back on, and there was a demon standing at the foot of his bed – red skin, black horns, an insanely ripped body, and oh, that thick cock, uncut and bulging and – oh, fuck!

It was a demon!

“What the fucking fuck!” Jack screamed, standing up on his bed and looking for a weapon to defend himself.

“Fear not, my mortal master,” the demon rumbled in a deep purr. “I’ve been summoned for your pleasure, and I will not harm you. I am yours to command.”

“Say what?” Jack had been too busy pulling his bedside lamp out of the wall to hear everything the demon had said. “Summoned for my… pleasure?”

“Yes, master,” the demon said, bowing his head down and crawling over the bed toward Jack. “I haven’t been summoned in centuries, and I’m aching to taste your mortal flesh…”

“How, how did I summon you exactly?” Jack was still holding onto the lamp, gasping when he felt an invisible force shoving him back down. The lamp went flying as he landed on his butt, legs spread, staring stupidly at the monstrous fiend slinking up between his thighs.

“Blood is common,” the demon whispered. “So are tears…” He slid a clawed finger across Jack’s chest. “Come…? Not unheard of, but definitely quite rare.”

“This is all a big misunderstanding,” Jack began, laughing nervously. “I was just, you know, taking some ‘me’ time and some nut got on my new tattoo! That’s all! I didn’t mean to dial up some demon dick!”

“You doubt my ability to pleasure you?” The demon looked offended.

“No, I’m sure you’re super good at pleasuring,” Jack replied, gawking at the demon’s huge cock. “Yeah, wow, so super good. But uh, well, it’s been a while for me, and this is really fast-“

“If you’re doubting my ability,” the demon huffed, “I can bring others to help.”

“Others?” Jack squeaked, feeling a traitorous lurch in his loins.

“Yes,” the demon confirmed, dragging his claw over the twisted alphabet on Jack’s chest. He began to trace words, perhaps names, and other giant demons began to appear all around the room. “Others, you see. As many as it will take to satisfy you.”

All the demons were male, varying from thin to bulky, and wearing nothing but lecherous smiles. Some of them were red, some had purple skin, others black and brown and one was even green with gills.

Jack only had a few seconds to think – was this a dream? Was he hallucinating?

Had his unique ink really somehow managed to conjure up his own demonic orgy?!

Fuck it.

He was lonely, extremely sexually frustrated, and there was no way he was going to ever find something like this on any of his dating apps.

“Yeah,” Jack said, shifting his shoulders and bracing himself against the sheets. “Bring it on.”

“Excellent,” the demon purred, grabbing Jack’s hips and dragging him down into the center of the bed.

Jack found that he could move again, and his hands were shaking with excitement as he touched the demon’s broad shoulders. “Uh, uh, what… what do I call you?”

“My name is Zermithrax,” the demon replied, sliding up between Jack’s legs and parting his thighs. “You may call me ‘Zee’ if it pleases you.” He pushed his knees up, gazing down at him reverently. “Mmm, you have the most beautiful looking little asshole… I can’t wait to devour you.”

“Well, Zee,” Jack huffed, aiming for brave even as his heart was about to explode from his chest, “are you going to eat it or just keep staring at it?”

“You’re a feisty little mortal, aren’t you?” The demon grinned nastily.

“You should see me after ten shots of tequila,” Jack replied, a sheepish edge to his smile.

Zee flashed another wicked leer and ducked his head down to run his tongue between Jack’s cheeks.

The hot flash of sensation made Jack gasp, and he let his head fall back against the bed. Zee’s tongue was thick, wet, and Jack groaned as it began to slip inside of him. It slid right in without any pain, only distant pressure as his body immediately opened up. It was the most bizarre feeling, but the pleasure was without question.

Zee’s tongue worked itself in so deep and hard that it was like getting fucked, and Jack let himself be loud. He rocked his hips down to ride Zee’s face as he moaned, but he jerked a bit when his thighs got pricked by his horns.

“Mmph, sorreh,” Zee mumbled, giving Jack’s hole a hard thrust to punctuate his apology.

“It’s okay, it’s fine!” Jack said urgently. “Just don’t stop!”

The skinny purple demon and the one with gills flanked both sides of the bed, reaching over to grab Jack’s legs and pull them apart and away from Zee’s horns.

“Careful, little master,” the purple one said, winking slyly down at Jack. “Don’t want you to get hurt… unless that’s what you’re into.”

“Then we gotta talk about safe words,” added the green one.

“No, I’m good,” Jack replied quickly, groaning as Zee’s tongue seemed to grow and twist inside of him. It zeroed in right on his prostate, his voice hitting a higher pitch as he struggled to keep speaking. “Not real big into pain! Maybe some, you know, mmm, maybe some spanking! That’s, mmm, that’s about it!”

Jack couldn’t be sure, but some of the demons looked disappointed.

Zee pulled off with a loud slurp, beaming down at Jack as he licked his lips. “Mm, I believe your body is properly prepared now to be ravaged-”

“No,” Jack cut in.

“Excuse me…?”

“You’re a demon, right?”

Zee blinked. “Uh… yes?”

“So, you have magical powers and all that? Super awesome skills for pleasure?”

“Yes, master,” Zee replied with a faint scowl. “Are you saying that you’re not pleased?”

“I’m saying that I want you to keep eating my ass and make me come, and then we can fuck,” Jack said defiantly. He felt absolutely insane for bossing around a demon, but if this was going to be his one and only chance to have a demonic orgy, well, he was going to make sure he enjoyed it.

For once, it was going to be all about Jack’s pleasure.

“As you wish, master.” Zee obediently bowed his head back down, his tongue plunging back inside Jack’s hole and pushing up into his prostate with renewed vigor.

“Ohhhh, yeah!” Jack groaned happily, his toes curling and wiggling against the demons holding his legs up. “That’s it, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about! Yes, fuck, eat it, fuckin’ eat it!”

The purple one giggled lightly, remarking to the green one, “He looks like he’s going to be a lot of fun, doesn’t he?”

“Fuck yeah,” he hissed in reply, leaning in and nuzzling his gills against Jack’s calf.

It should have been distracting to be pawed at, but Jack loved the attention. Every single demon cock in here was throbbingly hard, and it was all for him. He could take as many of them as he wanted to. Hell, he could take them all if he felt so inclined.

A new challenge began to build in his mind. He did want to make the most out of this crazy evening and taking a load from every demon in here sounded like a great place to start. The very thought of being fucked by so many monsters added more fuel to the fires of his lust, and he knew he was gonna come soon.

“Mmm, almost there!” Jack began to sob as Zee’s tongue relentlessly pounded into him with new strength, feeling the ache deep inside his loins demanding relief. His cock was drooling little glassy beads all over his stomach, and he began to plead, “Yes, keep going! Please, please, I’m gonna come! I’m so fuckin’ close!”

Zee snarled ferociously in reply, and his tongue swelled, impossibly thicker and fatter, swirling all around Jack’s prostate and pushing against it urgently.

“Oh, ohhh, ohhhhh! Fuck!” Jack cried out as he came, his thighs twitching as he clenched down on Zee’s fantastic tongue. He grinded his hips erratically as his cock pulsed, listening to the demons’ appreciative groans as they watched him orgasm.

Wiping off his mouth, Zee smirked smugly. “There. Tell me. Was that more to your liking, master?”

“Much better,” Jack panted, loving the buzz in his skin and the flush of heat washing over him. The other demons let go of his legs and he eagerly wrapped them around Zee’s hips, dragging him close. “Now, I’m ready for you to fuck me.”

“Of course, little master.” Zee smirked, reaching down to grab his bulging cock and starting to push inside of Jack’s tight body. “Mmm… there we go. Can you take it all, master? Do you want all of my cock?”

“Yes, come on!” Jack bucked his hips impatiently. The new stretch took his breath away, but he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to feel the pressure, the burn, he wanted to feel it all as his muscles surrendered to the thick girth working its way slowly inside of him. “Mmmm, ah… ah… ah, yes…”

“Perfect,” Zee praised, bowing his head down to bump his brow against Jack’s as he rocked his hips. “Do you feel it? Your mortal body giving it up so sweetly for my cock? I can feel you swallowing me up, every inch of me… you want more, don’t you?”

“Yes…” Jack moaned.

“You want to feel my demonic seed pumping deep inside of you…”

“Yes…!”

“You want to feel my unholy length quiver as it unloads within your tight little chasm….”

“For fuck’s sake, yes!” Jack snapped, smacking his hand across Zee’s butt. “Come on! Less talking, more fucking!”

“As you wish, little master,” Zee purred, rearing his hips back and slamming forward.

“Ahh, fuck!” Jack grinned dumbly, delirious with pleasure as Zee started to fuck him. He was so full that it hurt, but the ecstasy that lit up his entire spine blinded out any discomfort, and he wanted more and more. He took every brutal slam, hitching up his legs around Zee’s sides to take him deeper still. Their skin smacking together echoed throughout the room, and Jack’s ravenous moans soon joined it.

Zee was fucking Jack so hard that he was scooting him up the bed, driving him up into the headboard as he pounded his ass without mercy. Zee’s face was scrunched up in concentration, grabbing Jack’s knees and forcing them up into his chest, nearly folding Jack in half as he plowed him.

Jack felt so open, so loose and wet, marveling at how Zee’s massive cock fucked him so effortlessly. The pressure remained right alongside the resounding ache of being filled so completely, and the pleasure was intense. He loved how Zee’s claws felt digging into his skin, and he didn’t even mind his faintly sour breath.

He braced himself against the headboard, singing out a long litany of curses and scattered words of encouragement, listening to their bodies collide faster and faster and the bed squeak in protest. He felt it when Zee came, feeling that big dick swell and pulse inside of him, filling him with an incredible surge of heat. It was so hot that it was like hellfire, and he almost laughed out loud at the thought.

Zee gave a few more thrusts to carry himself through his climax, groaning happily and grinning down at Jack in awe. “You still want more, don’t you?” His eyes searched Jack’s. “Even after all that I have given you… You still hunger for more flesh, hmm?”

“Yes,” Jack replied without hesitation, too turned on to feel an ounce of shame. “I want it all.”

“It shall be yours,” Zee promised, sealing his words with a surprisingly gentle kiss.

Jack kissed back, his lashes fluttering at the sweetness behind the kiss. Zee’s lips were so soft and warm, and he nearly forgot that there was still a huge host of demons here waiting to fuck him.

“Mmm…” Zee hummed contentedly as he pulled out, a clawed finger playing around in Jack’s wet hole. “You are a very special mortal, my dear little master.”

Jack bit his lip, reaching down to feel what Zee had done to him. He moaned softly when he felt how slick he was, his hole still gaping and dripping from Zee’s impossibly big load. He blushed when he inadvertently touched Zee’s claw, not sure why a mere brush of fingers made him feel so vulnerable.

Especially when they were both playing around in the come he’d just taken.

But maybe it was the way Zee was looking at him now, with such warmth and passion, and…

Was it really possible they were having, like, a genuine moment here?

It was over too quickly as Zee quickly slid off the bed, leaving Jack spread out and damp. Jack ran a hand through his sweaty hair, trying to hide his disappointment as he looked around at the other demons waiting to pounce. He took a deep breath and turned over on his hands and knees, arching his ass out like an offering.

“Well.. who’s next?”

There won’t be a Sexy Saturday today because Kat is mehhhhh. I’m really sorry, guys. I wanted to have more of that demon drabble written, and my brain said hahaha NO. Please accept this beautiful picture of Daddy Bruce Campbell as an apology.

Happy Sexy Saturday, my darlings! Inspired by a certain meme, I hope you enjoy this little drabble of a demonic orgyyyy in the making! I am definitely planning to continuing it -sadly, I just ran out of time and boooo gotta go to work tomorrow! Happy reading!

Warnings: NSFWish?/masturbation/demon hijinx

~*~

Jack Apagado admired the fresh ink of his tattoo in the mirror, flexing and bowing his arms to watch the design squeeze and contract across his chest. The design looked so real, as if the ouija board was going to spring right off of his skin at any moment.

Now it wasn’t just any normal spirit board. Jack had wanted something special, and he’d found a very strange print in the back of an antique store. It’d showed an old board with strange clawed fingers reaching for the planchette, and the letters weren’t in any language he knew.

It was gothic, weird, and Jack had to have it for his chest piece. His arms were already fully sleeved with occult symbols and stars swirling in thick coils of smoke, and his hips were dusted with dotted constellations. He’d been waiting for the perfect piece to connect his sleeves over his chest, and this was it.

After months of work, he’d gotten the final touch-ups earlier this afternoon. It was complete, and he couldn’t wait to celebrate. He took some pictures, shared them on his social media accounts, and ended up by himself in bed scrolling through his phone to look at the explosion of notifications.

“Hot ink!”

“Oh, DADDDDDYYY”

“Want sum cum on dat face”

“Not from you,” Jack mumbled out loud in reply to last one he’d read, setting his phone aside with a sigh. The comments were nice, but the truth was…

Jack was lonely.

He wanted a real connection outside of his posts, but how could he ever meet anyone? He worked all the time, tried to stay in shape at the gym, and dating apps were a joke. He didn’t want a hook-up, he wanted something that would last.

The appeal of a one night stand wasn’t lost on him as his cock began to twitch, leaving him frustrated and annoyed that he didn’t have the balls to actually use the damn dating app and call someone over.

It was normal. It was fine. Plenty of people did it…

But not Jack. He was too nervous of letting someone new in his home, being left disappointed and empty inside.

Well, he wouldn’t be empty, not exactly…

Ulgh.

He started stroking himself, taking his time and relaxing. He didn’t have anyone to please except himself, letting it build and build until he finally came. The force behind his orgasm surprised him, and his afterglow was spoiled as his load landed right on his chest.

“Ah, fuck!”

Jack scrambled to grab something – anything – to clean up the mess. He started trying to wipe it off his fresh tattoo, cursing his impressive spunk. He peeled off one of his socks to soak it up, and he blinked as all the lights in his tiny little apartment flickered.

He smelled something strange, bitter and foul like rotten eggs, and the lights went out completely.

Great. The power was out.

Using the light from his phone, Jack finished cleaning himself up and dumped off his dirty laundry in the bathroom. He stripped down to nothing, tossing the rest of his clothes in with the socks before heading back to bed.

He flopped face down into his pillows, sighing haggardly. He was still horny, perhaps a bit depressed, and the damn power still hadn’t come back on. He didn’t think his evening could get much worse, but then he had the weirdest feeling that he wasn’t alone…

Sharp claws suddenly sank into his hips, and he yelped in surprise and terror. He whirled around, fumbling for the flashlight mode on his phone to see what had touched him.

Nothing.

The room was empty.

Pushing himself back against the headboard, Jack kept the light bouncing all around the place to ensure that he was truly alone. He didn’t he had imagined it, but he couldn’t come up with a single plausible explanation.

The lights flicked back on, and there was a demon standing at the foot of his bed – red soon, horns, an insanely ripped body, and oh, that thick cock, uncut and bulging and oh, fuck!

It was a DEMON!

“What the fucking fuck!” Jack screamed, standing up on his bed and looking for a weapon to defend himself.

“Fear not, mortal,” the demon rumbled. “I’ve been summoned for your pleasure, and I will not harm you. I am yours to command.”

“Say what?” Jack had been too busy pulling his bedside lamp out of the wall to hear everything the demon had said. “Summoned for my… pleasure?”

“Yes,” the demon said, bowing down and crawling over the bed toward Jack. “I haven’t been summoned in centuries, and I’m aching to taste your mortal flesh…”

“How, how did I summon you exactly?” Jack was still holding onto the lamp, gasping when he felt an invisible force shoving him back down. He landed on his butt, legs spread, staring stupidly at the monstrous fiend slinking up between his thighs.

“Blood is common,” the demon whispered. “So are tears…” He slid a clawed finger across Jack’s chest. “Come…? Not unheard of, but definitely quite rare.”

“This is all a bit misunderstanding,” Jack began, laughing nervously. “I was just, you know, taking some ‘me’ time and some nut got on my new tattoo! That’s all! I didn’t mean to dial up some demon dick!”

“You doubt my ability to pleasure you?” The demon looked offended.

“No, I’m sure you’re super good at pleasuring,” Jack replied, gawking at the demon’s huge cock. “Yeah, wow, so super good. But uh, well, it’s been a while for me, and this is really fast-“

“If you’re doubting my ability,” the demon huffed, “I can bring others to help.”

“Others?” Jack squeaked, feeling a traitorous lurch in his loins.

“Yes,” the demon confirmed, dragging his claw over the twisted alphabet on Jack’s chest. He began to trace words, perhaps named, and other giant demons began to appear all around the room. “Others… as many as it will take to satisfy you.”

All the demons were male, varying from thin to bulky, and wearing nothing but lecherous smiles. Some of them were red, some had purple skin, others black and brown and even green with gills…

Jack only had a few seconds to think – was this a dream? Was he hallucinating? Had his unique ink really somehow managed to conjure up his own demonic orgy?!

Fuck it.

“Yeah,” he panted, shifting his shoulders and bracing himself against the sheets. “Bring it on.”

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! I did my best to write out some hot demon smut inspired by that last meme, but not quite done yet! Hopefully next week! x_X;;;

Instead, today’s post is another sexy tease from my Kinktober project (hopefully to be published as the Cold Hard Cash anthology!) starring Jimmy and Boss Cold having some fun with toys! Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW/toys/Bad Dragon should pay me

~*~

“So! You’ve been going through my wishlist again?” Jimmy said with a happy grin, blinking in surprise when he saw the colorful array of toys spread out across the bed.

“You really need to learn to shut down your computer,” Cold scolded affectionately. “Who knows what someone might do with uninhibited access to all your personal information?”

“Apparently order a bunch of dildos and cum lube?” Jimmy giggled, blushing as he reached down to pick up the first dildo. It had a long tube coming out of the bottom, and its end was designed to attach to a large syringe.

“That one definitely got my attention,” Cold purred. “Lil’ Cockatrice, I believe it’s called.”

“Yup.” Jimmy nodded dumbly. “You fill the syringe with the cum lube, and uhm, yeah… you can keep… filling me up.”

“Mmmhmmm,” Cold chuckled, sounding very pleased by the idea.

“And the others?” Jimmy asked, glancing over at the other toys Cold had ordered for him, gasping as he pointed at a particularly large one. “Okay! I know I wanted that in a small! That is not a small!”

“I know,” Cold taunted. “We can save that one for later if you’d like… right now, I’m very interested in seeing how much lube I can squirt inside of you until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Mmm, yup, that’s, that’s, yeah, that sounds good.” Jimmy nodded, quickly clearing away all the toys except the Cockatrice and the bottle of lube. He was already stripping down before Cold was even settled in bed.

“Eager, are we?” Cold noted, watching Jimmy with an amused smile.

Jimmy crawled up into Cold’s lap, his cock hard and grinning. “Yes. This is definitely a lesson I was hoping we’d get around to.”

“Mmm, that sounds like someone has been leaving their computer open on purpose,” Cold said with a click of his tongue.

“Mmmmaybe,” Jimmy teased.

“You don’t have to play these games,” Cold scolded, his hands sliding down Jimmy’s hips. “You can tell me what you want.”

“I don’t know how sometimes,” Jimmy confessed, blushing vividly. “There’s just all of these things I want to try…”

“Mm,” Cold hummed, lubing up his fingers and pressing between Jimmy’s legs. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want me to do to you. You’ve no reason to be embarrassed or ashamed… not with me.”

Jimmy started rolling his hips down on Cold’s hand, groaning lightly as he struggled to form the words to express everything running through his mind

“I want…”

“Yes, Jimmy?”

“I’m… trying… to think…”

“Tell me what you want, Mr. Poe,” Cold hissed, fingers digging into Jimmy’s hips. “Be a good boy and tell me exactly what you’d like.”

Oh, that voice.

“I want you to keep filling me up,” Jimmy began slowly, desperate to be good for Cold. “Open my ass, fill me up, fuck, let me… let me suck your dick until I’m ready… I want… I want the last load in me to be yours…”

“Well, I certainly think-“

“But then… I want you to plug me?” Jimmy squeaked shyly.

“Mmm, for how long?”

“All night,” Jimmy panted. “Until tomorrow morning and you slide inside me and make me come. I don’t… I don’t want to come until then.”

“Why, Mr. Poe,” Cold drawled, clearly impressed, “I think that is a wonderful idea.”

Cold lovingly worked Jimmy open with tender thrusts as he cuddled against his chest. Jimmy rocked back on his hand and clutched at the collar of Cold’s shirt, whimpering with need.

He was ready.

Cold turned him around, pushing Jimmy down onto his side and stretching his legs out so Jimmy could rest his head by his thigh. Cold rolled over so his cock could easily slide into Jimmy’s waiting mouth.

Jimmy sucked softly, trying to be good, but he was distracted by the press of silicone at his hole. He spread his legs, gasping as the toy began to slip inside of him. It was cold, hard, and he could feel every single ridge of its textured surface.

Cold was patient like always, fucking Jimmy’s hole with short thrusts, sighing contently as Jimmy sucked him softly. “Are you ready for your first load, Mr. Poe?”

“Mmmph,” Jimmy mumbled, squirming with anticipation. He moaned as the toy slid in deep, gasping when he felt a rush of fluid gushing inside of him. It felt good, bowing his head down to take Cold’s cock into his mouth all the way to his balls.

Cold hummed softly, sliding the toy back and forth, enjoying the new wetness from the first load. He let Jimmy continue to blow him at a leisurely pace, waiting several moments before he prepared another syringe full of lube to start pumping inside of him.

Jimmy cried out, immediately aware of the new pressure and how it made his cock throb. He desperately licked all over Cold’s balls, trying to catch his breath. It was fantastic, pushing his hips back against the toy as he whimpered, “Please… more, sir.”

Cold grunted softly, another rush of lube filling Jimmy’s ass until he was aching.

Jimmy was so full and warm, sobbing as he weakly sucked over the head of Cold’s thick cock. “Good,” he gasped. “It’s so fucking good!”

“I think you can handle a few more,” Cold said, “and then you’ll have my cock, Mr. Poe.”

“Oh, God,” Jimmy whined, smothering his whimpers with Cold’s cock, stuffing it down his throat as the next load hit. He was certain it had to be leaking out of him by now, his ass so stretched and full. It reached every part of him, impossible and yet perfectly intense, moaning out loud as another rush of lube flooded inside of him.

“Look at you,” Cold said, tracing a finger around Jimmy’s stretched hole. “You’re always so eager to be full… do you like this? Leaking all over yourself?”

“Yes,” Jimmy whined quietly, licking over Cold’s shaft. “I only wish it was all yours…”

“Up on your knees, Mr. Poe.”

“Yes, sir.” Jimmy nodded, groaning as he struggled to move. The pressure was intense, his ass aching as he shifted into position. Cold held the toy in place, making sure he kept as much as of the lube inside of Jimmy as possible.

Cold kneeled behind Jimmy, slowly withdrawing the dildo and sighing, “Look at that… your hole is gaping wide open for me, absolutely dripping…”

Jimmy moaned, red faced as he bowed his head down against the sheets. He could feel the lube leaking out, desperate to hold onto that full sensation, pleading, “Please, sir… I want it… I want it to stay. I want yours in me, too.”

Cold began to push his cock into Jimmy’s ass, both of them moaning together at the slick ease of which he entered him. Jimmy’s hole was so wet and stretched, Cold able to start pounding into him without hesitation.

Jimmy screamed with every thrust, the tension inside of him almost unbearable. It was nearly too much, his balls painfully tight and his body demanding relief. He ignored it, listening to the wet sloshing of Cold fucking his gushing hole, moaning happily.

He knew Cold was almost there, smiling gleefully as he started fucking him harder. His lover’s load nearly broke him, hotter and thicker than the cum lube they’d been playing with. He rocked his hips back to meet Cold’s stuttering slams, crying out, “Fuck! Yes! Yes!”

Cold growled softly, giving him one last thrust before sliding out. He quickly pushed in a small plug, fingering around the base with a content sigh. “How do you feel, Mr. Poe?”

“Full,” Jimmy whimpered, “Hot, and full… like I’m going to explode. It’s so good…”

Cold reached between his legs to teasingly stroke his dripping cock, taunting, “And you really want to wait all night before you come?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy murmured, thrusting against Cold’s palm. “I can do it. I can wait.”

“Mmmm, we’ll see.”

Jimmy made it two more hours before he finally couldn’t take it anymore. He was half mad with lust and begging for release. Cold took him into his mouth, sucking him down and not pulling out the plug until he was busting his load all over his tongue.

Jimmy’s entire body was pulsing and throbbing, every muscle sagging from the tension they had all been trapped within for so long. He could feel all the lube and come flowing out of him as he trembled, still wrecked by Cold’s wicked mouth.

“So,” Cold drawled, pulling Jimmy into his arms, “I take it that you’ve enjoyed your toys?”

“Ohhhh, very much,” Jimmy confirmed breathlessly.

“Good,” Cold chirped. “Because there’s several more for us to try…”

“How many more? How much of my list did you buy?”

“Mmmm…”

“How much, Rod?” Jimmy furrowed up his brows, accusing, “You bought all of it, didn’t you?”

Cold snickered, kissing Jimmy’s cheek as he gleefully teased, “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Today is more random smut because I cannot get my witch boys out of my head. They are simply not listening to me and insist that I stop everything I’m doing to write shameless pornography. XD

This takes place after our sweet little coven boy has officially joined the house and is learning how to get along with all of his new roommates! Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW/leash/collar

~*~

“What do I do now, master?” Cerys asked, following the gentle tug of his leash and sitting down on the sofa. He was still naked and slick from being thoroughly prepared earlier this morning.

“I have business to attend to,” Worth said, tying the end of the long leash to the coffee table. “You’re going to stay here and get acquainted with your new brothers. Be good for them.”

“Yes, master,” Cerys whispered, crossing his legs and trying to get comfortable.

“No, no, no…” Worth tutted, lightly smacking Cerys’ thigh. “You should be more inviting. Spread your legs open for me.”

Cheeks starting to flush, Cerys uncrossed his legs.

“That’s better,” Worth said with a smile. “You have a beautiful body. Let us see it. Now, relax and enjoy yourself. I expect you to be nice and full by the time I come back.”

“Yes, master,” Cerys said, murmuring softly as Worth leaned down to kiss his lips. The simple gesture sent a tease of heat through his chest, and he smiled. “Thank you.”

“Goodbye,” Worth said, stroking Cerys’ cheek as he briskly departed.

Alone now, Cerys fidgeted on the sofa and tried to get comfortable. He wasn’t sure what to expect now, reaching up to trace his fingers over the collar binding him to this place.

All he had to do was take it off, and he would be free…

But he didn’t want to.

When Cerys heard someone coming down the stairs, he involuntarily braced himself for the worst. Shit, he had to relax. He could do this. It always felt good, and no one here would harm him.

It was Nicky, the youngest member after Cerys, eyeing him like a hungry wolf. “Good morning.”

“Hi,” Cerys replied nervously.

Oh, what was it about the way Nicky was looking at him that made him instantly hard?

Nicky was attractive, athletic, lots of ink, but there was something in his gaze that was practically primal. He reached out, gently, petting Cerys’ hair. “Mmm, you open for business, pretty?”

“I… I guess so?” Cerys said anxiously.

“You need to say yes,” a deeper voice called out, “or simply say no. Consent is an absolute requirement, little one.”

Cerys turned his head to see the giant man with long hair coming down next, Luther. He was bundled in a leopard print bathrobe and had bunny slippers on his feet.

“I’m sorry,” Cerys said urgently. “This is still very new to me, and I don’t know what I’m doing-“

“Hey, hey,” Luther soothed, reaching out to pet Cerys’ cheek. “It’s okay. This is why we talk and why it’s so important to communicate. You’re our boy now. We’re going to take care of you.”

Cerys tilted his head to lean into Luther’s warm palm. “Thank you.” He looked up to Nicky, saying shyly, “If you wanna do it, I’m definitely up for it.”

“Much better,” Luther praised.

“Will you stay, too?” Cerys asked, going for bold and stuck smiling bashfully up at the big man.

“Ohhh, new boy is already going for two, huh?” Nicky teased.

“Yes.” Cerys grinned sheepishly.

“Come on then, pretty,” Nicky cooed as he sat down next to Cerys. He was only wearing boxer briefs and pulled the waistband down to reveal his hard cock. “We’ll take such good care of you.”

Cerys moved on instinct, leaning over to wrap his hand around Nicky and run his tongue over the silky head. He wanted it in his mouth immediately, eager to taste him.

“Mmm,” Nicky grunted, petting Cerys’ hair. “Just like that… go on, take a little more.”

Cerys opened his mouth and sucked in the first few inches, moaning loudly at the heat and the taste. He liked how Nicky was stroking his hair, gasping when he felt Luther moving up beside him.

“You are so damn beautiful,” Luther praised, fanning his hands over Cerys’ sides. “Mmm, can you get up on your knees for me?”

Cerys stretched out his lower half, kneeling with his head in Nicky’s lap as he continued to suck his cock. Luther was caressing his ass and spreading his cheeks wide. He could only imagine how he looked, his ass slick and clenching as he waited for something to penetrate him.

It was Luther’s fingers first, testing the stretch as he marveled, “Oh, little one… you’re perfect.”

Cerys closed his eyes, giving himself over to the rhythm he’d made for himself sucking Nicky’s cock. He loved how Nicky was touching him and all the sweet little sounds he was making. He dared to swallow down another inch, using his hand to squeeze what he couldn’t stuff in his mouth yet.

“Ffffuck… you’re a natural,” Nicky groaned, his thighs tensing and then relaxing as he sunk down into the sofa.

Luther had removed his hand and was lining himself up, rubbing the head of his dick against Cerys’ ass. He sounded so proud when he said, “He’s our boy. He’s perfect.”

Cerys moaned excitedly as Luther began to push inside of him, willing himself to relax even as the pressure grew. Fuck, Luther was so damn thick! Cerys tried to spread his legs to give himself some relief, but there was simply nowhere to go.

There was a brief reprieve as Luther pulled back and immediately Cerys wanted him back inside. He wanted the delicious friction of being stretched open around Luther’s massive cock, sucking Nicky’s with a new surge of passion.

“God!” Nicky growled, grabbing Cerys’ collar to hold him in place. “Fuck, trying to take it all, huh?”

Yes.

Yes, he was. He wanted all of it.

Cerys opened his mouth wider, his lips slick with spit as he started bobbing his head. He moved his hand away, willing himself to take Nicky all the way to the back of his throat.

Luther was thrusting back in, lazy and slow, taking his time as he worked his way inside of his tight body. “Fuck… sweet boy, your fuckin’ ass is amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“His mouth is pretty fuckin’ baller, too,” Nicky said, panting softly. “Fuck! I can’t believe he was a fuckin’ virgin until last night.”

Cerys’ chest flooded with pride know that he could bring these men such pleasure. It felt good getting fucked, it felt good sucking dick, and he couldn’t believe he had waited so long.

Luther was starting to slam into him, his balls smacking against his thighs as he really got going. He grabbed Cerys’ hips, his breathing labored and groaning. “Fuck, yeah… you’re gonna make me come so fuckin’ hard, boy…”

Cerys was torn between the cock pounding into his ass and the one in his mouth, his own dick rock hard between his legs. He could already feel the sweet pressure of an orgasm beginning to build and his skin was tingling with heat. He felt drunk on all of the delicious sensation and soon he couldn’t stop his impending release.

“Mmmph!” Cerys mumbled, trying to warn Luther. He could feel it starting to wash over him in a hot wave, his hips yearning to thrust forward and grind right down into the couch. He hadn’t even touched himself, but fuck, he was there, right there-!

“There we go,” Luther gasped, slamming even harder into Cerys. “Come on, come on my cock like a good boy!”

Cerys had to pull off of Nicky, screaming as his orgasm stole his breath away and made him tremble. He felt a new rush of heat inside of him as Luther’s merciless rhythm finally faltered in the wake of his climax. They rutted together, grinding and grunting, riding out every lovely moment.

Luther pulled out to rub his cock around the rim of Cerys’ sloppy hole, sighing with deep satisfaction. “Perfect… fucking perfect.”

Cerys smiled, still buzzing happily and savoring the intense afterglow. He was surprised when Luther grabbed his leash and pulled him back, twisting his head around to press a deep kiss to his lips. Oh, that was so nice.

“Thank you,” Luther murmured. “You were wonderful.”

“Th-thank you,” Cerys replied, his heart fluttering from the tender way Luther was looking at him right now. It didn’t have quite the same intensity as Worth’s captivating gaze, but the simmering heat was just as obvious and spoke of a promise for more pleasure to come.

“Mind if I cut back in?” Nicky asked, shifting his hips so he could pull his underwear down and off. He was still hard, patiently waiting for Cerys to finish what he’d started.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Cerys scrambled to bow his head back down, but Nicky stopped him.

“No, in my lap,” Nicky insisted. “I wanna fuck you, too.”

Cerys started to crawl over and squeaked in surprise when Luther wrapped his arms around him to help him move.

“How do you want him, Nicky?” Luther asked, nuzzling Cerys’ neck. “Facing you?”

“Nah, turn him around.”

Cerys felt awkward as his legs spread to straddle Nicky’s hips, groaning as he easily sat down on his cock. His feet could just reach the floor, and he struggled to find a way to rock back.

“Relax,” Nicky chuckled. “Lean back… I’ve got you.”

Cerys rested his head on Nicky’s shoulder, groaning as he suddenly grabbed his legs and held them up in the air. Nicky’s cock felt like it was even bigger now, and the first thrust made Cerys’ toes curl up.

Nicky paused, readjusting as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table so he had more leverage as he began to slam up in Cerys. “Ohhhh, yes… this is what I’m fuckin’ talkin’ about…”

Cerys began to moan, limp in Nicky’s strong grip as he started bouncing him up and down on his cock. Being speared so forcefully made him ache, the pleasure dancing on the edge of pain, and all he could do was take every savage thrust.

“Fuck, look at you two,” Luther said with a lusty sigh. “You guys look gorgeous together…” He reached out to stroke Cerys’ stomach. “Mmm, does it feel good? Do you like Nicky’s cock?”

“Yes!” Cerys sobbed. “I love it, I love his cock!” Somehow saying it out loud made it even hotter, and he whined desperately as he felt the stirrings of another climax winding up in his loins. He loved being able to give in and let Nicky use every inch of his body, fucking him so hard that tears were clouding his eyes.

“There,” Luther purred, reaching down to start stroking Cerys’ cock back into hardness. “Just take it like a good boy… you love all that cock, hmm? Just wait until Nicky comes in you… were gonna keep you nice and stuffed all the time…”

“Please,” Cerys begged, crying out as Nicky began to drill his ass impossibly harder. “Please, I want it, fuck! I want it so much! Ohhhh, God!”

Whether by magic or skill, Luther was jerking Cerys’ dick so perfectly that he was already coming again. There was no sting of overstimulation, only sweet pleasure as he unloaded all over Luther’s hand. The feeling didn’t dwindle, not yet, leaving Cerys riding high on an orgasmic wave as Nicky cried out to signal his own impending finish.

Cerys sighed happily, savoring each hot pump of come when Nicky came. He felt so warm and wet, Nicky’s cock sliding so easily in and out of his hole. Luther offered his hand out for Cerys to start licking away the mess, exhausted from getting fucked so vigorously.

Even as he swallowed back his first mouthful, he knew he could be persuaded to go again…

“Mmm…” Luther looked over Cerys thoughtfully. Once his hand was clean, he teased around Cerys’ hole, stretched around Nicky’s still hard cock. He began to push in a finger alongside Nicky’s shaft, playing in all the dripping come as he wondered, “Think he could take us both?”

Nicky laughed, kissing Cerys’ damp hair as he mused, “Well, I dunno… he did just take two big loads, maybe we should wait-“

“I can do it,” Cerys said suddenly, spreading his shaking legs and starting to grind down on Nicky’s cock. He enjoyed how Nicky moaned, staring up at Luther with a sudden burst of desperation.

He needed more, so much more…

“Please…?”

“Of course, little one,” Luther promised him with a sweet kiss. “We’ll give you as much as you can handle.”

“All of it,” Cerys groaned. “I need it all, please.”

“Don’t worry… It’s yours.”

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! I hope everyone is staying happy and safe! Today’s post is a teaser for my Cold Hard Cash anthology, and it’s a little sequel to another fun time I posted back in February when Jimmy and Boss Cold played with a nightstick… hehehe, enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW/role-play/bad puns

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“Ha!” Jimmy shouted triumphantly, clicking the handcuffs over Cold’s wrists with a big grin. “I got you now, Boss Cold!”

“Oh, hmm, that’s how it would appear,” Cold said with a dramatic pout, holding his cuffed hands up in apparent defeat. “You’ve finally done it, Officer Poe. You’ve caught me.”

As a reward for acing his finals, Cold had offered another round of role-play, and Jimmy couldn’t possibly resist revisiting this fantasy. The cop costume was cheap and hokey, but Jimmy was doing his absolute best to sell it.

Jimmy beamed proudly, his hands wandering over Cold’s chest and tugging at the buttons of his jacket. “Now, I can make sure that justice will be served.”

Cold cleared his throat, asking coyly, “Does the prisoner get any last requests?”

“Depends on what the prisoner asks for,” Jimmy huffed as he adjusted his plastic utility belt.

“A drink,” Cold replied innocently. “I’m feeling a little parched.”

“Sure.” Jimmy blinked at the seemingly simple task. “I can get you something. Uhm… Water should be good enough for the likes of you! But no ice!”

“Thank you, officer,” Cold said sweetly.

Jimmy turned to approach the liquor cabinet to get a glass. His hand reached out for the door when Cold suddenly grabbed him from behind. He yelped in surprise, grunting as Cold pushed him up against the bedroom wall. “What! How the hell?!”

“Do you really think I’d ever let you put me in cuffs if I couldn’t get out of them?” Cold chuckled darkly, twisting Jimmy’s arm behind his back to hold him in place.

“Shit,” Jimmy mumbled, struggling furiously against Cold’s iron grip.

“I fear that you may have miscalculated the situation,” Cold teased.

“Oh, yeah?” Jimmy snapped. “We’ll see about that, Boss Cold!”

Cold was too damn strong, and Jimmy was completely helpless to fight back. The more he struggled, the hotter he felt, and his cock was soon straining in his uniform pants.

Cold deftly used his free hand to cup Jimmy’s erection, squeezing hard as he teased, “Why, Officer Poe… if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying this.”

“Just a little,” Jimmy giggled, breaking character as Cold continued to stroke him. He groaned. “Fuck, that feels good…”

Cold gave Jimmy’s pinned arm a small twist to remind him of the game they were playing, although Jimmy swore he heard him laughing under his breath.

“Right! I mean, no!” Jimmy argued, wiggling in protest. “Get your filthy criminal hands off of me!”

“I think you like this,” Cold taunted. “Breaking the law, being a bad boy…”

“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Jimmy argued fiercely.

“Oh, no,” Cold chuckled. “It’s not very nice to lie, Officer Poe.”

“I’m not lying!” Jimmy continued to fight. “Mmph, I can’t stand the sight of you, you rotten crook.”

“Come now,” Cold said with a click of his tongue. “You’d love it if I fucked you right here, wouldn’t you?”

Jimmy gulped, his cock betraying him and throbbing beneath Cold’s nimble fingers. “No! Maybe! Uhm, shit…”

“I should search you for weapons first. Can’t be too careful.” Cold moved to unbutton Jimmy’s pants, sliding them down and petting his bare ass. He leaned close, lips dancing at Jimmy’s ear as he growled, “Mmmm… spread ‘em.”

Gasping, Jimmy parted his legs as commanded. He groaned as Cold found his hole already slick and open in preparation of their play and pressed two fingers firmly inside.

“Nothing so far,” Cold tutted. “Mmm, should probably keep searching… just to be sure.”

Jimmy’s head lightly smacked against the wall as Cold’s fingers pushed even deeper inside of him.

“Nothing at all, huh,” Cold played at being surprised. “And here I thought you were a naughty little piggy.”

Jimmy groaned at the relentlessly rough fingering, hissing fiercely, “You won’t find anything! What are you doing? Trying to plant evidence on me, Boss Cold?”

“Well, I can certainly think of some very fun things to plant on you,” Cold teased. “I wonder… Would my cock count as contraband?”

“Supplying contraband of any kind is illegal!” Jimmy argued. “Just one more thing to add to your list of charges!”

“You know you’re the one who should really be under arrest here, Officer Poe,” Cold scolded. “It’s certainly criminal to have an ass this tight.”

“Ohhh, God,” Jimmy whimpered, tilting his hips back against Cold’s fingers as they curled inside of him. “Fuck…”

“You have the right to remain silent, although I doubt you’ll be able to,” Cold taunted, his cock quickly replacing his hands, sliding up between Jimmy’s cheeks.

Jimmy sucked in a quick breath as the head of Cold’s cock pushed against his ass, moaning as it began to slip slowly inside of him.

“Naughty little piggy,” Cold tutted, pushing Jimmy flat against the wall, breathing down his neck as he started thrusting into him. “Resisting arrest like this…”

Jimmy couldn’t manage a smart reply except to cry out as Cold fucked him. He sobbed in relief when Cold finally let his arm go, his fingers scrambling against the wall to brace himself for the brutal onslaught. It was fantastic, and he let Cold use his body as roughly as he wanted to.

Cold’s savage slams were banging Jimmy’s hips into the wall, and he tilted his head back so it wouldn’t suffer the same fate. He gasped as Cold’s teeth sank down into his exposed neck, reaching back to rake his fingers through his short hair. “God,” he moaned. “Fuck, yes, Boss Cold! Fuck, yes!”

“Wanna come on my cock, little piggy?” Cold sneered, biting him again roughly.

“Yeee-eee-essss!” Jimmy screamed, wheezing when Cold reached around to grab his cock. He was fucking into him so hard that Jimmy swore his feet were coming off the ground. He let Cold’s powerful body hold him in place, and that familiar tension crawled up his legs and into his loins.

“Something tells me you won’t come quietly!” Cold held him tight, jerking him feverishly as he began to growl and pant. “Come for me, little piggy… come for fucking Boss Cold!”

Jimmy’s brain promptly exploded the moment his cock did, painting the wall with hot spurts of cum as he moaned pleasurably. The orgasm was intense, hot, and his balls ached from the force of his release as Cold stroked him through it. His hips were still thumping against the wall as Cold finished inside of him, both of them moaning in deep satisfaction.

Cold lightly kissed his neck where he had chomped down before and sighed breathlessly, “That was exceptional, my sweet little piggy. We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“You realize that this deviant behavior puts you at the top of my most wanted list,” Jimmy panted, grinning brightly. “I’ll get you one day, Boss Cold!”

“Mm, so you like it when I play with your ‘nightstick’, Officer Poe?” Cold nuzzled gently against Jimmy’s shoulder.

“That’s terrible,” Jimmy giggled.

“I’d be more than happy to strip search you any time you’d like. A deep, probing search…”

“Keep that corny crap up and I really will have you arrested,” Jimmy laughed.

“Mm, if you steal my heart, would that be considered cardiac arrest?”

“That doesn’t even make any sense!”

“Of course not,” Cold teased lightly, kissing Jimmy’s cheek. “After all, you can’t steal what you already own.”

Jimmy blushed at the sweet sentiment, turning his head to meet Cold’s lips as he murmured, “Oh, Rod…”

Cold smiled.

Jimmy paused, frowning as he scanned over Cold’s face expectantly.

Cold blinked, asking, “What?”

“I was waiting for you to tell another horrible joke and ruin the moment!”

“Well, I can’t think of any other jokes related to law enforcement right now,” Cold mused, “but I do know a lot about chickens…”

“God, no.”

“I promise you,” Cold declared confidently, “they’re all egg-cellent.”