afabulouskilljoy | Shopping at Pride

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Shopping at Pride

Poison bumps against Jack's side, grinning as they passed by different vendors. "Have I told you that you look really good?" he asks, leaning up to kiss Jack's cheek.

Going to Pride with Jack just feels good, and he's happy, and it has nothing to do with the drink he's working on which makes it a hundred times better. And he notices people looking at them; he assumes they're noticing how good Jack looks, or the fact that Poison is in a porno-short skirt, but he doesn't care. Let them look.

"Oh hey! Bingo."

He points to a line of tents on either side of the walk, noticing a few boasting dildos right out on the front tables. Perfect.

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He looks amazing. Poison bites his lip, just staring at Jack and it feels kinda... exciting to know Jack can't see him, can't look back. He squeezes Jack's cock one more time, then finds the cock ring so he can put it out. He gives Jack a tender kiss on the cheek and murmurs, "Be good."

Poison gets off the bed and finds the clamps he'd bought - he got the one with the chain, figuring it might be nice to have. He brushes his fingers over Jack's chest before he attaches the clamps to his nipples. He wants Jack to feel objectified, but he also wants him to be aware of his own body, of what's being done to it.

The pain is good. Jack's breath comes in a short gasp when Poison attaches the clamps to his nipples. He can hear the chain making a soft, musical sound when he breathes. He lets his head drop a little, feels the pull in his shoulders, breathes through it.

Poison moves away again with an absent tug on Jack's new collar. He digs through the bags until he finds what he wants. He comes back and knees behind Jack. He's still just getting him ready.

Slick fingers rub against Jack's hole before two push in. "Need you to be ready for me whenever I want, baby." He nuzzles Jack's shoulder. "Maybe I won't fuck you tonight, but you're gonna be ready to be used so I don't have to wait if I do." He slips in a third finger, stretching carefully. Then he slides his fingers free and something else nudges against Jack's ass to replace them - one of the plugs he'd bought. It's a little big, but not unreasonable. He pushes it in slowly, tipping his head a little so he can watch it settle in place.

Jack bites his lip to resist the urge to answer back. He can't do much else but just take the plug that Poison slids into him. It's a little bigger than he's used to and he whimpers softly, his jaw tightening slightly.

"Sssh, I know it's a little bit, honey. Don't complain, though, it's not like I'm shoving that huge cock you used on me into you... yet." He grins and bites Jack's shoulder. He wraps around him from behind. Fuck, Jack smells really good. He nuzzles against his neck.

"But I want you to be good and ready, baby. So that when I feel like it, I can just push in and fuck you. You're my toy tonight. Not gonna be waiting for you to be ready." He kisses Jack's neck and reaches around him to squeeze his cock, to gently knead his balls. Fuck he looks amazing.

Poison gets off the bed just so he can take a couple pictures; he makes sure the shutter sound is on so Jack will know exactly what he's doing. He puts his phone back down and there's a moment of quiet.

Without warning, the riding crop smacks across Jack's ass, hard.

His head falls back against Poison's shoulder as he plays with his cock. It's better because he knows that he's not going to be able to come without Poison's express permission. His head swims with how turned on he is and then Poison hits him and he helps, his cock twitching.

Poison keeps at him, hitting again and again, steadily, watching red marks and welts rise beautiful on Jack's ass. Without warning, he tries a swat - more careful than all the others so far but still enough to sting - right over one of Jack's clamped nipples.

His ass feels like he must be glowing and then Poison swats his nipple, jars the clamp and pain spikes through him. His dick aches with how hard it is.

"Fuck." It slips out before he can bite it back.

Poison answers with a smack across Jack's face with his free hand. "Hush, or I'm going to gag you," he warns again. He considers a second, then gives Jack's cock a swift tap with the crop before setting it aside. He wants to try one of the paddles, just to see how different it is - and he wants to change it up so Jack doesn't know what kind of sensation to expect. He picks the one with the holes in it, kind of wanting to see the dot-pattern on Jack's ass.

His first hit is experimental - the paddle has a lot less give than the crop or a belt.

The paddle is heavier than a crop or a belt and Jack's hips jerk when Poison hits him with it. He bites his lip to keep from cursing again. He bends forward as much as he can , trussed up like he is.

Poison considers for a second. He gives Jack another smack, then sets the paddle down. He needs to reposition, in case Jack can't stay up right. He unties Jack's hands just long enough to move them to the front. Then he coaxes Jack to stretch out, moving until Poison can tie his hands to the headboard. It leaves him bent forward with enough slack that he could support himself on his elbows, but not so much that Jack could reach his own cock.

Better.

Poison picks up the paddle again, trying a heavier hit, just to see how Jack reacts. Even if Jack trusts him, he wants to be careful with finding the limit.

On his Knesset and elbows like that, ass in the air, Jack feels more vulnerable, more exposed. He imagines what his junk must look like, framed by spread thighs, and then the cockring, the plug. When Poison hits hip again, his hips rock forward and he whimpers, but he doesn't say a word.

"That's better, baby."

Poison reaches between Jack's spread thighs to squeeze his cock, like it's a reward, then moves back to hit him again, and again. He spanks steadily, watching the skin redden until it looks like it might start to bruise. Only then does he stop, dropping the paddle so he can push up behind Jack, hips pressed against his ass so he can feel the heat through his panties. He rubs against him, just like that, letting Jack feel how hard he is.

His skin stings when Poison presses against him but Jack can feel how hard he is through the flimsy fabric of his panties. Poison hasn't told him that he can't move, so Jack squirms a little, pressing back.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Could get off just like this." Even with his panties on; Jack looks, feels so fucking good. Poison groans a little and smacks the side of Jack's ass, somewhere he hasn't thoroughly abused with the paddle, then pulls back. He settles in front of Jack and pushes his panties down just enough, then reaches to pull Jack's mouth down toward his cock. He lets it brush against Jack's cheek before he guides it, pressing it against his lips. "Open up, take it all down."

Jack parts his lips and slides his mouth down over Poison's cock, groaning st the taste and feel of him. The blindfold makes everything feel more intense, more immediately. He relaxes his throat and slides his mouth down until his nose touches skin.

Poison thrusts his hips forward, making sure he's as deep as he can go. "So good," he breathes, head tipped back. "Holy shit, baby, holy shit. You're getting so good at this." He reaches down to stroke Jack's throat, tender in his touch. His fingers slide to Jack's hair, guiding him back so he can push in again. Even as he fucked Jack's face there was part of him that was careful: watching for any signs of real distress as he slid down Jack's throat.

Behind the blindfold, Jack closes his eyes. He moans rhythmically as Poison fucks his face. His world has narrowed down to pinpoints of sensation - the plug, the clamps, the cockring, the stinging skin of his ass, his bound wrists. It's so, so good. N

Poison just kind of loses himself for a minute, fucking Jack's mouth like it's not even attached to a person. He stops before he gets too close, pushing Jack off his cock and away from him. "Fuck," he breathes, a little dazed. He almost wishes someone else could see Jack like this. He wonders if Jack would be okay with that: having a witness to his total objectification. He wonders if it would help send him right into subspace. He pats Jack's cheek before easing off the bed. He slaps Jack's ass, just so he knows he hasn't been abandoned.

He pulls the plug free, and true to his word, he pushes into Jack without any preamble. Poison had put a little more lube on his cock, but that's it: Jack's spit and a quick stroke of KY, along with whatever lube he'd used to get the plug in in the first place. He waits, just to make sure Jack can handle it.

It hurts, but not in a way that Jack doesn't think he can stand. He whimpers s little, his head dropping down, nose pressed into his bicep for a moment.

"Yellow," he breathes, knowing that that much is allowed. "I need a minute."

Poison stays right where he is. He rubs his hands up and down Jack's sides, gently caressing, soothing as much as he can. He touches gentle kisses across Jack's shoulders.

"You're doing so good, baby. Take as long as you need to." Jack is tight and hot and fucking slick with lube and saliva, and it takes everything to just focus on what Jack needs and not how his cock feels right now. But he doesn't mind. "You feel so good. Just breathe, baby. You're being such a good boy. Just breathe."

Breathing through his nose, Jack just takes a moment to adjust to the press of Poison's cock in his ass, how it feels. Finally, he swallows and nods.

"Green."

Even after Jack gives him the green light, Poison waits just a little longer to be sure. When he starts moving, it's slow. He rocks his hips gently, letting Jack relax, letting him sink into it. "So good, baby," he breathes.

He keeps one hand pressed against Jack's back while the other squeezes his ass, kind of loving how hot the skin feels.

Jack loves it when Poison calls him a good boy like that, loves it when he touches him like that. He shifts his hips so that he can rock back against the press of Poison's cock.

"Good boy," he whispers again. Poison whimpers a little, because Jack feels so fucking good, feels tight like this. He smacks Jack's ass, then grabs the back of the collar around his neck, holding tight - not quite enough to choke, but it puts pressure on his throat. He rode him like that: one hand on the collar, the other gripping Jack's hip, pulling him into every thrust. He wants to hear skin smacking skin.

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