Sentinel Playtime - Angelise

Jim cracked one eye open and furtively assessed the situation. If the volume of Blair's snores was anything to go by, his Sleeping Beauty was definitely doing the rumba with Mr. Sandman. Opening his other eye, the detective slowly turned his head and smiled at the vision of his tousled, drooling and wantonly sprawled lover, who at this moment, looked adorably debauched.

A tingle in his nether regions reminded the Sentinel of his covert mission. Lifting the covers, he whispered to his over enthusiastic dick, "Hold on there, darling."

Jim took a few more moments to assure his naughty conscience that his snow angel was indeed sound asleep and would not awake. When the tickling of a cute and kissable nose garnered no response, the Sentinel felt safe and quietly slipped from underneath the covers. Blowing a kiss to his lover, Jim reached underneath his pillow and snagged the item that inspired this secret operation.

Ignoring his robe, Jim walked through the cabin's spacious upper level. A quick stop in the bathroom to take care of necessities was made and with one last glance at Blair, the detective closed the bedroom door and scooted downstairs.

"Now where did he put it?" As Jim looked around the living room area, he recalled the events responsible for his current search and rescue mission.

By the time the two men had arrived at the cabin for their mini vacation, it was dark and snowing heavily. Thankfully, the dwelling was equipped with central heat thus negating the need for the weary travelers to haul in firewood at such a late hour. Dumping their luggage on the floor, Jim had followed his drowsy sex god into the shower.

The sudden shock of cold water rejuvenated Blair and Jim quickly found himself the happy recipient of a mind-shattering, toe curling blowjob. After all his brain cells were washed down the drain, the Sentinel was gently led to bed and fucked into total incoherency.

Jim smiled sympathetically at his dick. "See what happens when you get involved with a younger man."

Stumbling across their pile of discarded luggage, the detective dug around until he found the tote bag his adventurous partner had brought with them.

Jim unzipped the small satchel. "First things first."

The older man dug around until he found the large tube of Astroglide. Squatting, he smeared some of the clear gel on the item he held in his hand. With a happy sigh, Jim slipped it inside his ass.

"Oh yeah."

Perplexed, the detective looked around the room. "Something's missing." Jim searched the shadows, a smile spreading across his face as memories of the day teased his mind.

On their way to the cabin, Jim had accidentally driven his truck into a snow bank, his attention distracted by his lust-inspiring partner. Groping your Guide's jewels obviously wasn't conducive to safe driving and off the road the vehicle had gone. Waiting on the tow truck, Jim had discovered Blair's bag of sex toys amongst the luggage. His wicked nature asserted itself and in no time at all he had his Guide partially naked and howling with pleasure. And all because of a studded vibrator-a psychedelic, glow in the dark, purple vibrator.

Before Blair could turn the tables on him, the tow truck had arrived and Jim had had to leave his wanton lover alone in the truck. When the Sentinel had finally climbed back in, his innocent-NOT! -mate was holding in his hand a small device that appeared completely harmless.

Jim wiggled. Harmless my ass!

The metallic oval was a remote-controlled bullet that, without much coercing on Blair's part, soon found its way inside the Sentinel's body.

Jim chuckled. He should have known better than to scoff at Blair's toys. Because even after all these years, his partner was never one to back away from providing Jim with a hands on demonstration.

After a workout with the small device, the exhausted detective was thankful his truck wasn't sitting next to a snow-covered mountain, for surely his earth shattering screams would have triggered an avalanche. It was bad enough his lover had witnessed his downfall but now Jim couldn't get the bullet out of his mind and his traitorous body was driving him crazy, begging for another ride on the wild side.

"Now where in the hell did I hide that remote?"

The light of recollection flashed in the man's eyes and he raced to the hall closet, his bare feet skidding across the highly polished wood floors.

"Gotcha!" Jim pulled the rectangular case from the pocket of his jacket. Glancing cautiously upstairs, he opened his senses and smiled at the mumbling snores coming from his lover. Closing the closet door, Jim danced a little jig.

"I've got you now, my pretty."

Before he could examine the control, a sudden chill chased over his skin causing the big man to shiver. Deciding a fire would be the perfect background for his night of wickedness, Jim moved over to the large hearth. Surprisingly, the last visitors to the cabin had left the makings for a fire and all the Sentinel had to do was light a match to the kindling.

"Perfect," Jim sighed as the flames devoured the small pile of pine shavings. A loud pop snapped the Sentinel out of his quiet reflections and with a silly grin on his face, he stepped away from the fireplace and looked down at the control in his hand.

"On/off switch. Okay. Got it."

The Sentinel looked closer. "What's this? Speed . . . tease, torture . . . obliterate?"

Jim stroked the remote, his finger hovering over the speed dial. "Wonder which one Blair used?"

The large man rolled his shoulders in an attempt to relax. "Let's try tease. No use shooting my load right off the bat."

Jim turned the dial. "OOOHHH!"

A strong electric tickle teased his ass, causing the detective to jump slightly.

"Nice, real nice."

Jim's gaze caught on a glimmer of gold in the open tote bag. "What have we here?"

Sitting down on the couch, he lifted the satchel and placed it beside him. Reaching inside his fingers encountered a small velvet bag partially open. Pulling it out he carefully dumped the contents into the palm of his hand.

"Well, well Blair. Sentinel jewelry?"

Jim examined the gold nipple clamps and cock ring/scrotal parachute combo. The clamps each came equipped with a delicate chain that obviously hooked to the matching cock ring.

"Might as well go the whole nine yards with this."

The Sentinel licked two of his fingers and played with his right nipple, teasing the flesh into a hard nub. Without hesitation the older man applied the gold clamp.

"Whoa mamma!"

A searing pain bordering on the very edge of pleasure skirted through his body and found refuge in his groin.

"Shit!" Jim dropped the remaining nipple clamp and scrambled to get the cock ring on. Sonny boy was on the rise and if he didn't slam the brakes on now, playtime would be over before it even began. Biting back the moan that burned his throat, the older man took a few extra seconds to apply the ball harness, his shaking hands refusing to cooperate.

Leaning back on the couch, he took a steadying breath, urging his body to get out of the fast lane. Assured that his climax was smoldering on the back burner, Jim looked around for the other nipple clamp. He found it on the floor at his feet.

"Trying to make a break for it?" Bending down the detective grabbed the clamp but on his way back up a flare of pain caught him unawares.

"FUCK!" Jim looked down at his chest and then to his crotch. The chain on the attached nipple clamp had gotten tangled in his pubic hairs. He quickly freed it and secured it to the cock ring.

"Guess that was a hint." The large man cautiously leaned back and felt the delicious pull on his nipple as the chain tightened.

"Damnation. Let's get leftie hooked up and happy."

This time Jim took a little more care applying the nipple clamp, his sensitive flesh enjoying the tension as the adornment closed over it. The dual sensation of having both nipples clamped and chained to his erection had the Sentinel's body humming with a craving for more.

Reaching for the bullet's remote control, Jim smiled wickedly. "Time for a little torture, don't you think?"

Zzzzzzssssttt

Jim crammed his hand into his mouth, muffling the scream that threatened to wake the dead or, to be more specific, his sleeping lover.

"Shitshitshit!"

The Sentinel's ass bounced off the couch, the startled movements causing his chained body parts to join in on the party.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttttt!"

Sweaty and breathless, Jim curled forward and groaned, the fire in his dick ready to consume what little sanity he had left. Unfortunately his good sense decided to go on vacation, leaving his unforgiving curiosity in control of his intelligence. Even with his body on the verge of total meltdown, Jim still couldn't resist exploring Blair's bag of goodies again.

A small box containing several round metallic spheres was pulled out. Flipping open the container, Jim stroked a finger over the small balls and immediately deduced their function. Sparing a please forgive me glance at his heavily protesting dick, the man attached the three weights to the strap surrounding his scrotal sac.

Cupping his balls, Jim stood up. He slowly let the weights swing free and at the same time straightened to his full height, allowing the chains between his nipples and dick to pull tight. A growl of pure hunger slid into the silence.

Flicking the switch on the remote he still held in one hand, the Sentinel threw back his head as his body lurched in reaction to the contrasting stimulations assaulting it. The sweet agony of pain and pleasure crashed through his large frame, nearly dropping him to his knees.

Another burst from the vibrating bullet and Jim tested the flexibility of his spine, arching so hard one nipple clamp tore free, the burning sensation pushing the older man to the very edge of his control.

"Goddamn, son of a bitch!"

Jim braced himself against the couch and struggled to replenish the oxygen in his lungs. Wiping the sweat from his face, the man replaced the nipple clamp and looked down at his body. He couldn't help but grin. His dick looked ready to explode and his balls felt so deliciously hot and heavy. Glancing over at the tote bag, the Sentinel swore he heard his erection yell-DON'T YOU DARE!

"Hey! You only go around once!"

A pink feather boa and a MP3 player with headphones were brought to light. Placing the headphones over his ears, Jim turned on the player and laughed as the sounds of Santana serenaded him. Wrapping the boa around his neck, the Sentinel started to sway with the beat of the music. Soon Jim was sashaying all over the room, flicking the boa off and on, and sliding it back and forth between the crack of his ass and his legs.

It wasn't until he was pumping his hips with the feather scarf wrapped around his dick that Jim sensed another presence in the room. Slowly peeling the headphones off, he turned around and felt a blush crawl across his body as his eyes beheld his mischievously grinning lover.

Blair 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.

With one last deep lick, Blair stepped back a moment later and smiled at the glazed look in his lover's eyes. Grabbing the feather boa, he 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, baby." 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?"

"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

The End? (You've got to be kidding!)

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Acknowledgements: Thanks to Patt and Lisa for their inspirational begging--It is most encouraging, in a very wicked way! ;-)