Paris part 3
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roxyThis entry is rated 5, adult content.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Around him the men watched, some stroking themselves, each other. No one took their eyes from him, no one moved away…Lex hadn’t even noticed that Lucas had left him until he reached around Lex and held him, an arm across his chest and a champagne flute in that hand, his other arm like an iron band around his waist.
“Isn’t Paris beautiful,” he whispered, “he moves like a dream.” He held the flute to Lex’s lip and tipped it, Lex drank deeply, gratefully letting the cool wine soothe his burning throat. “Good boy,"Lucas sighed into his ear and left a lingering kiss on his cheek. His hand drifted lower, lower until Lex felt his palm rest over his prick. He could feel heat and hardness nudge against his back, press into his ass, and shuddered when Lucas licked the back of his neck and groaned. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you.”
Father turned towards them and smiled, the cherry scented smoke of his cigar wafting around his head. He let a ring of smoke puff from his lips and he ran smooth warm fingers, softer than silk against his cheek--Lex’s eyes closed as a sudden flood of memories stunned him, froze him, tears welled up and he dropped his head.
Memories…Father touching him—his cheek, his shoulder, and always a look in his eye like Lex was…food, it was the only thing his child’s mind could link to the looks his father gave him. Never touched more than his cheek or…once, he’d touched his belly, a fleeting touch and no more than that--and Lex had had nightmares about it for years. He jerked his eyes open again when a loud groan broke through the terrible memories that held him captive.
There was Paris in front of him, jerking himself slowly as he watched Lex’s face and gasped in time to his strokes. His eyes were narrow and glazed; he reached behind and eased oil-coated fingers into himself, he groaned and hissed when Lex whimpered, as did the men around him. One man threw his head back, unable to control himself any longer he came with a shout at the sight of the boy in the corset, prick flashing through his oiled and glistening fist, strong fingers pushed so deep into his own ass, the palm rode flat against his skin.
Lex reached out a hand toward Paris, felt like he reached across a gulf of miles and slowly his fingertips touched, felt, glided down the hot slick length.
He swayed and Lucas groaned and ground his prick against him, pressed so hard he could feel the heat burning along his cleft, so close Lex could feel him twitch and it made him moan low in his throat—hot, God, so hot—this—this was unbelievable—sex was unbelievable….
Sweat bathed him, his throat was rough and dry again. His chest was on fire, his eyes—they felt gritty, they burned and he felt like he was falling and falling and falling. Around him movement became slower and slower and something hot and wet ran up his neck, curled around his ear, lips sucked on the tender skin of his throat, and he had a fleeting, frightening impression of too many mouths on him….
His prick burned inside and out side, and he nearly sobbed with relief when someone opened his shirt, opened his pants because his skin was on fire and the cotton rasped like burlap against it, his skin hurt, the clothes hurt and he needed them to come off. Something cool and slick ran down his back—and it was wonderful. The chill ran into his cleft, over his hole and he shivered at the feel—how could it feel so good?
The boy was inches in front of him, inches,his prick bobbed wet and red in front of him, and he thought it would be only right to touch it with his tongue. He had to know what it would feel like on his tongue.
Paris was on his back now, writhing slowly, the material of the corset so tight, so taut--he lifted his hips and his flesh pinched, Lex heard the breath whistle in his chest…Lex was so close the prick looked huge, it radiated heat, burned his lips and soaked his chin, so wet…. He was dizzy and only vaguely aware he was bent forward on widespread knees--he licked, tongued the weeping slit, tried to capture it without using his hands, he giggled when finally he caught it and hummed with satisfaction when it slipped smoothly between his lips and the frantically moaning boy under him bucked up and thrust into his throat.
He felt hands on him, rubbing, stroking, pinching, hands touch his chest, his nipples, his belly, hands skittered over his legs and his arms. His prick was caught in a circle of silky smooth fingers, so warm, so soft and a voice in his ear promised him terrible wonderful things, “I’m going to fuck you so good…” the voice told him, “You belong to me tonight---”Lex felt a nudge, a push— “Ahh! This is mine, mine--” and pain like star bursts raced up his spine and he would have cried out, but he refused to release the prick in his mouth.
The boy jerked up and yelled--in-- the burn in his ass slid deeper, in, in and he tried to pull away. The hand on his prick moved faster, tighter, and pleasure he’d only ever felt before at his own hands filled him, better than he could himself… he groaned and relaxed and the burn changed to a sweet slide, it made him warm and full, he wanted more.
He looked up, bleary and dazed at the circle of men around him, jerking themselves, greedy hot eyes on him, saliva and pre-come wet his chin, dripped down the silky length to pool in the black curls framing Paris’ prick. Lex sobbed and tried to move, but the hands on his body held him like chains and the man behind him fucked him perfectly, sending lightning sizzling down his spine and the voice in his ear “---beg me, beg me to fuck you, beg for it--”made him scream and beg for more “–beg for my cock" and he’s *screaming* for it ,the boy under him pulsing and jetting against his mouth, his chest, his neck, shaking and groaning as he pushed his head against the floor and his body arched up into a tight bow.
He heard and felt come splatter against him as the men around him came, streaking his face, his scalp and his back and the prick inside him jumped and spurted.
“Lex –fuck—Lex…” and Lucas pulled him to his knees, pulled him hard against him and teeth—Lucas’ teeth—ground into the flesh of his shoulder, his hot hand rode his prick, rough, fast and Lex heard his father’s voice, like ripping velvet “…like that whore? Do you like that?”
Lex was past being able to hold back, he wrenched in Lucas' grip and yelled between clenched teeth—horrified that he was coming on the young man, he could only watch and tremble as his come mingled with the other stripes that painted Paris.
Lex was wrung out and stunnned and panting--overcome by the experience, he could only watch open-mouthed as the boy scrambled awkwardly to his knees, crawled toward himand gently kissed his softening prick, lapped at every last trace of come.
concluding in part four!
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Around him the men watched, some stroking themselves, each other. No one took their eyes from him, no one moved away…Lex hadn’t even noticed that Lucas had left him until he reached around Lex and held him, an arm across his chest and a champagne flute in that hand, his other arm like an iron band around his waist.
“Isn’t Paris beautiful,” he whispered, “he moves like a dream.” He held the flute to Lex’s lip and tipped it, Lex drank deeply, gratefully letting the cool wine soothe his burning throat. “Good boy,"Lucas sighed into his ear and left a lingering kiss on his cheek. His hand drifted lower, lower until Lex felt his palm rest over his prick. He could feel heat and hardness nudge against his back, press into his ass, and shuddered when Lucas licked the back of his neck and groaned. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you.”
Father turned towards them and smiled, the cherry scented smoke of his cigar wafting around his head. He let a ring of smoke puff from his lips and he ran smooth warm fingers, softer than silk against his cheek--Lex’s eyes closed as a sudden flood of memories stunned him, froze him, tears welled up and he dropped his head.
Memories…Father touching him—his cheek, his shoulder, and always a look in his eye like Lex was…food, it was the only thing his child’s mind could link to the looks his father gave him. Never touched more than his cheek or…once, he’d touched his belly, a fleeting touch and no more than that--and Lex had had nightmares about it for years. He jerked his eyes open again when a loud groan broke through the terrible memories that held him captive.
There was Paris in front of him, jerking himself slowly as he watched Lex’s face and gasped in time to his strokes. His eyes were narrow and glazed; he reached behind and eased oil-coated fingers into himself, he groaned and hissed when Lex whimpered, as did the men around him. One man threw his head back, unable to control himself any longer he came with a shout at the sight of the boy in the corset, prick flashing through his oiled and glistening fist, strong fingers pushed so deep into his own ass, the palm rode flat against his skin.
Lex reached out a hand toward Paris, felt like he reached across a gulf of miles and slowly his fingertips touched, felt, glided down the hot slick length.
He swayed and Lucas groaned and ground his prick against him, pressed so hard he could feel the heat burning along his cleft, so close Lex could feel him twitch and it made him moan low in his throat—hot, God, so hot—this—this was unbelievable—sex was unbelievable….
Sweat bathed him, his throat was rough and dry again. His chest was on fire, his eyes—they felt gritty, they burned and he felt like he was falling and falling and falling. Around him movement became slower and slower and something hot and wet ran up his neck, curled around his ear, lips sucked on the tender skin of his throat, and he had a fleeting, frightening impression of too many mouths on him….
His prick burned inside and out side, and he nearly sobbed with relief when someone opened his shirt, opened his pants because his skin was on fire and the cotton rasped like burlap against it, his skin hurt, the clothes hurt and he needed them to come off. Something cool and slick ran down his back—and it was wonderful. The chill ran into his cleft, over his hole and he shivered at the feel—how could it feel so good?
The boy was inches in front of him, inches,his prick bobbed wet and red in front of him, and he thought it would be only right to touch it with his tongue. He had to know what it would feel like on his tongue.
Paris was on his back now, writhing slowly, the material of the corset so tight, so taut--he lifted his hips and his flesh pinched, Lex heard the breath whistle in his chest…Lex was so close the prick looked huge, it radiated heat, burned his lips and soaked his chin, so wet…. He was dizzy and only vaguely aware he was bent forward on widespread knees--he licked, tongued the weeping slit, tried to capture it without using his hands, he giggled when finally he caught it and hummed with satisfaction when it slipped smoothly between his lips and the frantically moaning boy under him bucked up and thrust into his throat.
He felt hands on him, rubbing, stroking, pinching, hands touch his chest, his nipples, his belly, hands skittered over his legs and his arms. His prick was caught in a circle of silky smooth fingers, so warm, so soft and a voice in his ear promised him terrible wonderful things, “I’m going to fuck you so good…” the voice told him, “You belong to me tonight---”Lex felt a nudge, a push— “Ahh! This is mine, mine--” and pain like star bursts raced up his spine and he would have cried out, but he refused to release the prick in his mouth.
The boy jerked up and yelled--in-- the burn in his ass slid deeper, in, in and he tried to pull away. The hand on his prick moved faster, tighter, and pleasure he’d only ever felt before at his own hands filled him, better than he could himself… he groaned and relaxed and the burn changed to a sweet slide, it made him warm and full, he wanted more.
He looked up, bleary and dazed at the circle of men around him, jerking themselves, greedy hot eyes on him, saliva and pre-come wet his chin, dripped down the silky length to pool in the black curls framing Paris’ prick. Lex sobbed and tried to move, but the hands on his body held him like chains and the man behind him fucked him perfectly, sending lightning sizzling down his spine and the voice in his ear “---beg me, beg me to fuck you, beg for it--”made him scream and beg for more “–beg for my cock" and he’s *screaming* for it ,the boy under him pulsing and jetting against his mouth, his chest, his neck, shaking and groaning as he pushed his head against the floor and his body arched up into a tight bow.
He heard and felt come splatter against him as the men around him came, streaking his face, his scalp and his back and the prick inside him jumped and spurted.
“Lex –fuck—Lex…” and Lucas pulled him to his knees, pulled him hard against him and teeth—Lucas’ teeth—ground into the flesh of his shoulder, his hot hand rode his prick, rough, fast and Lex heard his father’s voice, like ripping velvet “…like that whore? Do you like that?”
Lex was past being able to hold back, he wrenched in Lucas' grip and yelled between clenched teeth—horrified that he was coming on the young man, he could only watch and tremble as his come mingled with the other stripes that painted Paris.
Lex was wrung out and stunnned and panting--overcome by the experience, he could only watch open-mouthed as the boy scrambled awkwardly to his knees, crawled toward himand gently kissed his softening prick, lapped at every last trace of come.
concluding in part four!
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5/31/05 02:19 pm (UTC)Oh, man. Ms. Thang. Sweeeeeeeeet.
*whirls you until you're dizzy*
Only one more part? Ack!
*bounce*
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5/31/05 05:42 pm (UTC)It was worth your effort.
:)
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5/31/05 03:49 pm (UTC)I am gasping here...it's everything I could have dreamed and so much more....Clark is a whore and Lex just waking up to how fantastic sex is....damn!
I wish I could hang this story on my Christmas tree!
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6/1/05 03:48 am (UTC)I'm so glad this worked for you, I told TQ that I wasn't confident about it. You've made me very happy! *bigcheesygrin*
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5/31/05 08:11 pm (UTC)Hot.Hot.
Hot again.
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6/1/05 03:51 am (UTC)Say, you know what want to do? I want to do a yaoi style comic here. Wouldn't that be fun?
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6/1/05 04:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
6/1/05 04:05 pm (UTC)Of your stories? Because any rendering of one of your stories is almosr guaranteed to *kill me dead*! Especially if it is in yaoi style. Pretty boys!!