Fic: My God In Latex - Part 4 of 4
Title: My God In Latex (4/4)
Author: KoreArabin
Relationship: Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, kink, homosexual relationships, latex
Notes: Jim fancies a bit of kinky rough. With latex. Seb is only too happy to oblige.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
"This is a turn up, isn't it, Jimmy? I bet you never thought you'd get a grease gun up your arse, eh, sweetheart?"
Seb's never been particularly bothered about the gender of his partners; warm, hot, holes to fill are what he's always been about, and he's been pretty much 100% top, only receiving on a handful of occasions, from particularly well-built, ripped, guys who'd brought out his bottomy, submissive, leanings.
But, with Jim, he's embraced his masochism, being pretty much the bottom to Jim's top, the fuckee to Jim's fucker (and - oh, in so many more ways than one is that a fact, the little fucker), the majority of the time. And - why? His taste in men has always run to tall, muscular, men like himself. Jim's a fucking runt in comparison; slight, slim-hipped, no real arse to speak of, and soft around the midriff, something he disguises rather successfully with his well-cut suits but, once stripped of his armour, he's really only - well - pretty small and pretty pale and pretty weedy.
So why it should be that Seb's cock twitches helplessly and swells at even the slightest hint of violence or dominance from the dark-eyed little shit of an Irish colleen is something of a mystery. Or why Seb now seeks out, on a far too regular basis, man-on-man BDSM internet porn, and wanks himself stupid to scenes of guys being restrained, tortured and fucked by other guys (the darker-haired and darker-eyed the better).
Or why he thought a grease gun would be such a fucking amazing thing to acquire for this evening's games, and to fill it with about a pint or more of lube.
Seb shakes his head - doh - fucking obvious, Sebastian. To fill the little fucker's arse to brimming point with slick, luscious lube. To let him know that without a shadow of a doubt he's going to be fucked into the middle of next week. To actually be able to get that monster dildo into Jim's delicate little arse without incurring a trip to A&E at some point in the evening's proceedings.
And, if Seb is honest with himself, in the rather fervent hope that Jim will return the compliment at some point. But - now - it's time to prep little Jimmy's bottom up for the fucking of its oblate little life.
Sebastian brandishes the grease gun with something of a flourish in front of Jim's face, tapping the lever slightly to release a small squirt of lube. Jim cranes his head up, eyes wide with apprehension, following Seb's movements minutely, letting out a hiss as the nozzle of the gun enters him. Seb takes his time working it into Jim's arse; even though he's pretty stretched and loose it's always so much fun to ensure that one's partner really appreciates the efforts one's gone to to feel themselves really being opened up.
Once he's satisfied that the nozzle is deeply, intimately, lodged inside Jim's arse, Seb begins to pump him full of the lube. The quite appalling squelches and sucking sounds as the lube backs up and begins to trickle back out of Jim's hole are only complimented, Seb reckons, by his moans and mewls of mortification and, presumably, some pain as the lube has a similar cramping effect to the beginnings of an enema.
Once the grease gun cartridge is empty, Sebastian retrieves the dildo from where he's concealed it beside the bed. Jim's sudden struggles as he sees the monster appear between his legs are really rather something to savour, Seb thinks. "No, Sir! No fucking way is that going inside me!"
Sebastian smiles sweetly at his bound Boss. "I think you'll find it is, sweetcheeks, so just you lie back and take what I choose to give you."
He works the tip in, gently; although the thing is going to stretch Jim out to bursting point, he doesn't want to spoil things by splitting his tight sphincter too soon. Jim writhes in the restraints, his thighs held up and wide apart, unable to prevent his sniper working the monster slowly, inexorably, into his anus. Seb pauses as each row of studs breaches the pink, stretched, muscle with a dull plop, giving Jim a moment of respite before the next row forces him further open.
Once it's in about two-thirds of the way, Sebastian decides it's time for a little self-indulgence. God knows he gets little enough of that in their usual dark, sadomasochistic, sexual games, but - fuck it - he's going to get himself off, and humiliate Jim in the process, and there's nothing at all his strapped down Boss can do about it.
Sebastian starts the vibrator up, on the lowest setting, immediately eliciting more moans and writhing and bucking from Jim, and kneels close between Jim's spread thighs, the bulge of his latex-covered, erect, cock pressed against the base of the dildo. The vibrations immediately pulse through his scrotum, straight down to where the rubber hugs the crease of his arse, utterly delicious. He turns the vibration up, setting Jim off again even more vigourously, but the sensation is now something Seb can definitely work with. He rubs his latex-clad prick up and down repeatedly against the base, finding a place where it hums against his cockhead, sending him wild, a few squeezes of his trapped length and balls pushing him over the edge into coming explosively in the rubber shorts, moaning as the constriction almost doesn't allow the ejaculate to spurt from his over-engorged cock.
He slumps over Jim, who's still twisting ineffectually against his bonds and whining in frustration, turning the vibrator off as his cock still pulses rope after rope of rope of hot come inside the tight shorts. With a thrust of his hips, he forces the dildo deeper into Jim's arse, another plop loud over Seb's panting and Jim's mewls.
Sebastian peels the come-splattered shorts off, laying them on the rubber sheet beside Jim's head. "Something for you, after we've finished here. I thought a cold supper would suffice tonight, darling."
Jim stares up at him, eyes dark, flat, but blown with arousal at the prospect of his utter humiliation later at licking up cold come from the rubber shorts. Sebastian leans down low beside Jim's ear, breath ghosting over the neat pink shell as he whispers, "Yes. You will. I'll make you do it. No getting out of it, love. 'Jimmy's cold suppers' - sounds like a great pitch for a TV programme, don't you think?
But, oh, that was so fucking good. Now it's only fair I let you come, slutlet, after you've taken all of this fucker." Seb works the last third of the monster into Jim, who's now given up on writhing and moaning to simply shudder and gasp, eyes screwed shut, sweat dripping around his face as he processes the pain of total penetration. Once it's buried totally inside Jim's - by now - quite prodigiously swollen and inflamed hole, Seb starts up the vibrator again, flicking up and down through the settings as Jim once again twists and screams in his restraints.
"Do you want to come, Jimmy?"
"Fuck, yes, yes - please, Sir!"
"Sure, sweetcheeks?"
"Pleeeease!"
For a moment, Sebastian wonders whether it is actually possible for the male sex organ to explode, as Jim's cock turns the most vividly dark shade of purple he's ever seen, Jim screaming hoarsely as his super-swollen prick fucks the air. With only the slightest manipulation of the base of the dildo, and the unclipping of the cock-strap, Jim screams again, this time in ecstacy, a profound ululation of release, his come shooting quite prodigiously over his belly, chest and even hitting his chin, his whole body writhing electrically as climax after climax rips through him.
Only when Jim is at last totally spent, lying still and exhausted, eyes shut, lips slightly apart, does Sebastian move up over him again, working the monster out of his limp body before releasing the restraints and claiming Jim's mouth in a passionate, yet tender, embrace.
"You enjoyed that, I take it, slutlet?"
"Ah, fuck. Yeah. Fuck."
"Well, you relax for a bit, love. I'll run a bath and clean you up."
"Mmmmmmm."
"And, don't forget - supper'll be ready for you once you're done."