Caught in the Act - Angelise

The loss of Sentinel heat knocked incessantly on the door to Blair's consciousness. Finally the grad student heeded the summons and turned over in bed, his hands seeking his human hot water bottle. His drowsy foray encountered only cold, empty space. Unable to open his eyes, Blair fumbled across the bed in an attempt to confirm Jim's presence.

Having reached the far edge of the mattress and still no appearance of his warm, cuddly lover, Blair forced one eye open and did his best where the hell is my 6' 2" Sentinel teddy stare. A muffled scream from downstairs popped not only Blair's remaining eye open but also propelled the man's sleep uncoordinated body off the bed.

"Oomph!" Blair's bare ass protested the chilly wood floor it was resting on and the grad student quickly scrambled to his feet.

A recognizable curse floated upstairs, effectively putting Blair's complaining bottom on hold as the young man silently moved across the room and opened the door. Stepping onto the landing, Blair looked downstairs and nearly tripped over his jaw.

There, sitting on the couch, was his Sentinel . . . very naked and very aroused, if you took into account the Empire State Cock rising up between Jim's legs.

Blair lifted his jaw off the floor and scrambled to put his disbelieving eyeballs back into their respective sockets.

Dammit! He's found the nipple clamps.

Jealous at being left out of the fun, Guiding nipples sent an urgent message to Guiding fingers, insisting on their own playtime. Squeezing his pushy tits, Blair watched as his lover chained his clamped nipples to his erection.

I'm asking for Sentinel sight my next birthday. Shit! What's he doing now?

Blair's knees gave out when he realized his naughty lover was zapping his ass with the remote controlled bullet. The sight of Jim arching off the couch, his cock and balls pulled away from his body by the nipple chains gave transwarp speed to the grad student's feet.

Flying back into the bedroom, Blair scrambled across the bed, ripping away blankets, sheets and pillows. Where is it? Fuck! Where is it??!!

With his ass waving at the ceiling, Blair dangled off the side of the bed and stretched his arm underneath. Give it up, you dust bunnies!

The young man's fingers closed around a small leather strap. YeeHaw!!

Blair flipped onto his back and with utmost haste restrained his horny dick. Taking a moment to enjoy the sensation of denial, he took a deep breath and smiled wickedly at his naked body. Let's go fuck a Sentinel.

A moment later Blair stepped back onto the landing just in time to see Jim drape a pink feather boa around his neck and start dancing. Disregarding the possibility of breaking his neck, the anthropologist leaned over the banister's railing in order to get a closer look at the crazy alien disguised as his lover.

Blair blinked his eyes and looked again. Nope. Still looks like Jim.

Twisting his head sideways, he then crossed his eyes and squinted at the sight below. Damnation! Mr. "I Am Man, Hear Me Roar" Ellison is dancing his ass off and wearing a boa to boot! Definitely have to get this down for blackma . . . I mean, posterity's sake.

Strangling the laughter that threatened to bubble out, Blair slid stealthily down the stairs. Keeping to the shadows, the grad student dropped to his knees and crawled to the stack of luggage behind the couch. Grabbing Jim's overnight bag, Blair dug out the Sentinel's video camera. Creeping around the edge of the large sofa, he propped the camera on several pillows and started to film his wild and wooly or should he say, feathery lover.

Blair nearly fell backwards after zooming in on Jim's bouncing balls. Would you look at that! The man has got weights hanging from his scrot! Talk about feel the burn!

The anthropologist glanced down at his furry sac. Don't even think about it! Those toys were for Jim.

Blair slapped his naughty groin and went back to filming. When his own dick began to slap against his belly in time with Jim's rocking hips, Blair decided he had quite enough footage for his future dastardly plans. Turning the camcorder off, the grad student wisely tucked it inside his backpack, hiding it from his inquisitive Sentinel.

Standing up, Blair smiled as Jim began to blissfully wrap the feather boa around his highflying dick. Clapping his hand over his mouth, he desperately tried to smother the snort of laughter crowding his throat. Sentinel senses, even though bogged down with feathers, clamped nipples, chained dick, and goofy grins, finally managed to pick up on his presence. Blair shook his head as his lover turned around and proceeded to blush from his receding hairline down to his crooked toes. The anthropologist stepped forward.

"And here I thought I would have to beg, plead and offer my body up as bribery to get you to play with my bag of toys."

The younger man tugged on Jim's new cock decoration. "If our friends could see you now."

Hearing a hint of mischief in Blair's voice, Jim's head whipped up. However, before he could utter one word of warning, his lover took immediate advantage of the sudden move, capturing the older man's open mouth and plundering it with his tongue.

Hot kisses sizzled the Sentinel's sanity, each one pushing the large man closer and closer to offering his partner the best body cream money could buy. Jim's hands deserted his dick's scarf of feathers and tangled themselves in Blair's long curls, his mouth swallowing the smaller man's giggles.

Happy at the arrival of his horny colleague, Jim's dick offered to Blair's big boy an invitation to join him in the dance of feathers. Drooling with appreciation, both got down to the business of dirty dancing.

Taking one last deep lick inside Jim's hot and tasty mouth, Blair stepped back and smiled at the glazed look in his lover's eyes. Ignoring his dick's indignant protest, he grabbed the feather boa and slowly slid it off Jim's cock. Wrapping it around the older man's neck, he pulled Jim close and rubbed his naked chest against the Sentinel's clamped nipples. A shiver coursed through the large man's body and Blair pressed against Jim's groin, tracking the subtle tremor as it traveled to the very tip of his erection.

Stepping back, the grad student loosened his grip on the boa and allowed it to drop around the Sentinel's waist. Rubbing it back and forth, he tickled his lover's belly button with the soft feathers.

"You look good in pink, babe." Blair tied the boa around his man's waist, allowing the ends to hang freely and tease the hard shaft below. Another shudder racked Jim's body.

"And who says cops aren't kinky?"

Blair took a few seconds to admire his partner's red, swollen nipples and the engorged erection covered in feathers. Kneeling down, he slapped the chains attached to Jim's balls and set the weights to swinging, chuckling at the moan his lover couldn't contain. Making his way around, he secretly smiled at the sight of the thin wire protruding from the big man's ass.

Stealing the remote control from Jim's lax grasp, Blair whispered hotly in the man's ear.

"Have you tried obliterate yet?"

"NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Blair smoothed his hand over his lover's granite hard ass. Peeking around Jim's side, he looked up at the man and smiled. "No?"

The grad student tugged gently on the tail end of the bullet. "You mean you aren't ready to experience Nirvana?"

Growling a soft warning, Jim clenched his butt cheeks, effectively preventing his mischievous Guide from removing his all-around, all-time, no-doubt-about-it, Santa- better-bring-me-another, toy. Blair extracted his nearly crushed finger and snorted.

"Does this mean I am never getting back my good vibrations playmate?"

Another growl issued forth. A sassy tongue gave notice that the warning was completely bogus and totally ignored.

Blair wiggled his butt as he bent over to examine the remaining toys in his bag.

"Ahhhhh. I haven't had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of these lovely ladies."

He glanced back at Jim and grinned. "I seem to be in the perfect position. Why don't you just slip these sweet babies inside me."

Watching his lover's smile grow as large as his feather-waving dick, Blair handed over a string of anal beads and the tube of Astroglide. The grad student wiggled his ass again. "You truly haven't been fucked until your man's big Kahuna rides the waves with these little ones inside."

Blair nudged his I-have-died-and-gone-to-heaven staring partner. "Come on, Love Buns. I know you can do this. Lube me up. Then put the round balls into the round hole."

The younger man's sigh was of pure ecstasy as his Sentinel quickly but thoroughly lubed his chassis. "Oh yeah, babe. Grease the hole for the pole."

Blair glanced over his shoulder again. "And what a fine pole you have, Mr. Jim."

A two-dick salute honored the first bead as it slid inside. "We're gonna have fireworks of a liquid nature if you don't move it along, big guy." Blair pinched the head of his profusely leaking erection, distracting its attention from the rear end activity.

"Yeahyeahyeah." The final bead popped in and the grad student gasped in surprise as his wicked partner tugged on the string. He quickly held the remote control to where Jim could see the small device.

"Pull it and die!"

The very wise Sentinel released the string and backed away, allowing his Guide to straighten up. Licking his lips in hopes of tasting the pucker that had so happily gobbled up each shiny blue bead, Jim tangled his misbehaving hands in the boa wrapped around his manhood. His breath suddenly went missing as he viewed, not only the wanton sprawl of Blair's naked body stretched out on the couch, but also the calculating look on his lover's face.

Blair reached out a hand and fingered the parachute embracing Jim's ball sac and the weights hanging from it. "Ya know, these babies are almost the same size as those beads you just teased inside my ass. I wonder . . . "

The longhaired man studied his partner's body like a devoted engineer, looking back and forth between his groin and Jim's. "I bet . . . yep, I'm pretty sure."

Blair tugged on one of the larger spheres and grinned as his man chewed furiously on his lower lip. "I bet I could ride your ass and have your pretty weights tucked inside my ass. The chain looks long enough."

Another tug on the metal balls brought the Sentinel to his knees. Blair smiled at his panting lover. "Just think of the pull on your scrot as I slam in and out of your tight ass."

The anthropologist snickered at Jim's expectant grin. "Hold that thought, Sweetcheeks. Right now I think it's time to take care of the bondage twins."

Stripping the feather boa away, Blair tugged on his large lover until the man was straddling his body on the couch. "I think my precious jewels need some TLC . . . tongue and lip cuddling." The young man licked the tip of Jim's dick as he carefully removed each weight from the parachute strap.

Reaching upwards, Blair gently released Jim's nipple clamps, the sound of his lover's moans going straight to his groin. His fingers lightly rubbed over the abused flesh. "Your tits are looking downright perky. Hell, I think them nubbies enjoyed the squeeze action you provided them with tonight."

Blair turned his attention back to Jim's dick and sucked hungrily on the head. "You sure are tasty. Do you think all this kinky play has sweetened your love juice? Maybe we need to do an in depth, intensive study. Chain you up at least once a week."

Blair laughed at Jim's quick nod of agreement. "What? You want to participate in my study?" He slapped his partner's ass. "You're such a slut!"

Gripping his partner's chin, Blair pulled Jim's head down. "Time to bring it home, sweetheart. BUT while I'm sucking your brain out your dick I need you to do me a little favor."

The grad student directed his lover's hand down to the string between his legs. "I want you to concentrate on my ass and pull the beads out real slow. Think you can handle that simple task?"

To test his Sentinel's understanding, Blair lifted his hips off the couch. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Finally locating his voice, Jim croaked, "One."

Blair stroked the older man's erection. "Good answer. Now . . . bring Jungle Jim Jr. over here and let's do some swinging."

The anthropologist opened his mouth and swallowed his lover's shaft to the root. Remembering the boa beside him, Blair gathered it up in one hand and used it to tease the big man's ass.

A roar that could quake mountains and cause avalanches rocked the cabin. Trying to control the urge to permanently brand Blair's teeth marks on his dick, Jim managed to get one of his hands on his lover's cock while the other hand took up its obedient grip on the string. One bead popped out as the Sentinel stroked his large hand over his Guide's erection.

A gurgled mumble was all that Blair could respond with. Luckily his fingers were more talented. They danced the boa's pink feathers over Jim's groin, caressing flesh that was screaming for release. A quick flick of a finger and his lover's balls burst free from their prison. That move alone earned the young man the unsteady removal of several beads and a firm squeeze on his manhood.

Blair's eyes widened as Jim took the boa away from him and wrapped it around his Guide's cock. The touch of the soft feathers on his shaft had the young man digging his fingers into the flesh of his lover's thighs as he lunged off the couch.

Jim's head was spinning at the site of his lover engulfing his erection. With his senses on the verge of overloading, the Sentinel rubbed the feather boa even faster over Blair's shaft and pulled out another bead.

"Oh shit! Blair! I . . . yes . . . oh God . . . YES!" Jim's throat ached from the scream still echoing in his ears.

A sequence of events then occurred, throwing the large man into a convulsive orgasm, one of such magnitude that the Sentinel could do only one thing . . . surrender to the avalanche of sensations and pray he came out on the other side with his sanity intact.

Blair allowed Jim's erection to momentarily slip from his mouth but quickly came back to suck hard on just the tip. Assured that in the morning he would no longer have a brain residing in his skull, Jim threw back his head and roared. A second later, his lover's mouth left his shaft and the detective felt Blair remove his cock ring. That signal dictated that Jim release the restraint on his partner's erection and, taking a firm grip on the feather boa, worked Blair's throbbing organ harder and faster.

Sensing not only his own, but also his lover's eminent loss of control, Blair flipped the switch on the bullet's remote control. A primal scream ripped through the air as hot jets of cream splashed across the anthropologist's face and chest.

"FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!"

Jim's body jerked fitfully, its frantic movements causing his lover's anal beads to be snatched out. The abrupt loss was just enough to push Blair over the edge, his hips thrusting upwards, his cock christening Jim's upper torso with an explosion of his seed.

"Oh gawwwwd, Jim! I love YOU!!!!!!!"

The Sentinel's legs lost their solidity and with one last long, deep groan, Jim toppled onto Blair's smaller frame and quietly lost consciousness. It was several moments later before the older man became fully aware of his surroundings. Patting his young lover on the head, Jim moaned wearily and rolled off Blair's body. He slumped across the couch, absently rubbing his hands through the damp, slick mess on his chest.

Guiding fingers tiptoed across his groin as a raspy voice inquired, "Obliterate do you in, Jim?"

The detective whimpered. "I'm dead, babe. The South will definitely not be rising again tonight."

Blair's head popped up between Jim's thighs, an unrelenting smile of wickedness on his face.

"I wouldn't bet on that just yet, oh great Kahuna. I've still got one secret weapon in my bag."

Blair held up a strange looking piece of equipment.

"Ever heard of the Big Bazooka Penis Pump? It's guaranteed to keep your man primed for action all night long."

"HHHHEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The End...(are you sure about that?)

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