“James?”
James looked up from his book then sniffed dismissively and went back to reading, trying really hard to drown out the persistent knocking by reading the same line over and over again in his head.
“Jimmy!”
Dammit. He knew he should have run away while he had the chance. He wasn't in the mood for re-shooting any more scenes. Book good. Fuck off world.
“JIMMY!”
The trailer door flew open and James looked up at the uninvited visitors. “Did you guys hear that marked and really loud silence?”
“But Jimmy, we were worried you’d slipped on your jizz when you were jacking off in the shower and cracked your head open and needed to be rushed to hospital.” Nick grinned lopsidedly.
“Nah man, you know that was Freddie Prick Jr., but, fuck, I love hearing that story. Tell me more.”
“Did you know he gets off by dressing up in a chicken costume and chasing her round the yard?”
“No, dumbass, he gets off by fucking chickens.”
“Live or dead?”
“Frozen. He had to go to the E.R. once to get one surgically removed.”
“So that’s why she’s such a sour girl now 'cause Freddie Prince Jerkoff had his dick cut off?”
“No, it was so small she hasn’t noticed yet.”
“You two are like pain-in-the-arse schoolboys,” tutted Tony. ”One day someone’ll overhear you and you’ll be in court for libel or slander or whatever the fuck it’s called.”
“You mean it’s not true?” moped James, slapping at Nick, “Well fuck off then, I’m reading.” He slouched back on the couch and disappeared inside his book.
“We’ve been thinking,” said Tony “We haven’t had a lads’ night for bloody ages. You busy Friday?”
“Yeah,” said James. “You’ll have to do it without me.”
“Saturday then?”
“I’m bleaching my hair.”
“But Jimmy we can’t have a bachelor party without you. You’re the only bachelor.”
“I’m not a bachelor, I’m divorced.”
“I wonder how we can persuade him?” smiled Tony.
James grinned and unfastened his jeans, spreading his legs and giving the two men easy access, then dived back into his book.
“He’s such a slut for our blow jobs,” laughed Nicky, crouching and pulling James’s pants down and licking at the tip of the soft curled penis then blowing softly and watching as it swelled.
“Too right. Do anything for a suck, won’t you, Jimmy boy?” said Tony.
James continued to ignore them so Tony knelt in front of Nick and pulled the younger man closer, biting at his lower lip and giving his mouth a thorough investigation with his tongue.
James sighed and his cock began to lose interest.
“Jesus, Marsters, you’re the only guy I know who can get soft to the sight of me and Tony making out.”
“Bored. Seen it too often. ” James grinned at them both then turned the page.
“Put the bloody book down.” Tony aimed a mock punch at his annoying friend's jaw.
“Make me.”
Nick and Tony dived on him, sharing his cock in between deep tongue kisses. Nick licked at his balls and Tony sucked at the head until it swelled and dribbled in his mouth. The book fell to the floor coming in at a weak third place.
James eased himself to the edge of the couch running his fingers though the hair of both men and watching intently as they licked and played with him and each other. There wasn't much in the world he liked better than pumping his cock into Nick’s mouth then Tony’s, feeling it slide over wet sticky skin as his friends swallowed and teased and kissed at him and each other ‘til he was warm and happy and ready to come over those dirty grinning faces.
There was a knock at the trailer door.
“Yeah, come in,” yelled James as he shot his load over Nick and Tony.
Joss poked his head round the door and squirmed in annoyance at having walked in on them again. “Christ, I keep telling you there are locks on these doors.”
James smiled beatifically.
“You’re needed for a re-shoot, Jimmy, and take that fucking look off your face.”
~~****~~
That blow job was good. Good enough to get James to the doorstep of Tony’s rented house in the Hills.
He’d spent all day relaxing and pampering himself; mellowing out on some weed as he prepared for a long night of fun. Tony’s boys’ nights were legendary. He felt more than ready as he stood waiting for the door to open, cock hard and heart thumping.
Now this was different.
James was dragged inside, a blindfold was slipped over his head and tightened then he was dragged a few feet and pushed face up against the wall. Two pairs of hands stripped him quickly and turned him so that his back was pressed against the cool plaster of the wall.
A tongue worked its way into his mouth and he recognised the soft lips and taste. Pulling away from the kiss he ran his fingers through thick brown hair. “Hi, Nicky,” he said, grinning as he sensed the younger man’s pout.
“Not fair. You’re not supposed to know me. That was the fun.”
“Shouldn’t spend so much time with your tongue in my fucking mouth then, should you?”
James was pulled in close for another deep kiss then, while he was preoccupied, someone slipped in behind and he was sandwiched between two male bodies, erect clothed cocks rubbing up against him.
“When do I get to see?” he panted.
“When we want you to.”
The second man tried to disguise his voice, but James had spent a long time listening to that rough Essex accent. Tony could make him come just by whispering dirty against his ear.
“I can take off the blindfold whenever I want to guys.”
James felt a slight twinge of apprehension run through him when his arms were pulled behind him and he felt the cool metal of cuffs tighten around his wrists.
“Now you can’t,” said Tony gruffly, pressing his cock into James’s backside as he leant forward and whispered soft and breathily, “The safe word’s ‘buffy’.”
James sniggered but the laughter was swallowed away by a deep kiss from Tony. “Alright, Jimmy boy?”
“Can you maybe get naked too?” The quiet words in his ear had partially reassured him but James still had this nagging worry at the back of his mind that this was all just a huge practical joke.
The smoky kiss calmed him as the dope worked its way through his system.
“I promise we’re not gonna hurt you. We just want to have some fun,” said Nick and James felt reassured and so much better as they kissed and stroked their hands over him, sharing mouthfuls of whiskey, blowbacks of dope and hungry three way kisses.
He let himself be led along the hallway, the familiar terracotta tiles cold to his bare feet. This may have been sensory deprivation, but it felt more like overload as his friends gripped him by his arms and pulled him toward a room full of chattering voices and laughter. Just as James imagined he was on the threshold of that room they stopped and once again his mouth was full of Tony’s tongue as warm oiled hands massaged his skin.
“Just making you all relaxed,” breathed Tony, the words touching James’s lips and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
Nick moved behind him, fingers kneading at tense muscles making James tingle with the soft circular strokes and deep pressure from the firm fleshy pads of his thumbs.
His cock began to rise and that gruff, “Good boy,” from Tony made the blood pump even harder filling the soft tissue until his erection slapped taut against his stomach. Both bodies moved away from him and he was left with a strange sense of dislocation as if he were an exhibit.
“Spread ‘em, Jimmy,” murmured Nick and James knew what that husky fuck voice meant and could almost feel the tug as Nick pulled at his own erection.
He did as he was told, the fear lifting and being replaced with this cool-hot rush of sex fueled adrenaline.
“Spread ‘em” repeated Nick and the strain in that voice made James obey instantly.
“Good boy,” murmured Tony once more as he fastened something tight around James’s neck. The tickle of dust at his nostril urged him to breathe in and the hot-cold shivers became so much more, especially when a mouth wrapped around his cock and a tongue wormed its way into his ass.
Fuck, it was even better being a conditioned puppy at one of Tony’s parties than it was being a guest. James wondered if there’d be a kennel. The thought made him giggle.
“Let him come down some,” whispered Nick, “We want him to remember this.”
They sucked him and played with him for a while, stretching him open with their fingers and tugging him into different positions by his chained wrists until he was so hard he was ready to shoot.
“Come on, Jimmy. Time for the real fun,” laughed Nick and the next thing James knew he was being frog marched into that room full of laughter, the apprehension trickling away leaving him with a much darker, dirtier feeling.
“Blackjack,” shouted an unfamiliar voice, “And I’m hoping he’s my winnings?”
It was scarily good being explored by a stranger’s tongue; at least James thought he was a stranger. This was all so freaky he had no idea which way was up anymore. From what he could tell, the man was tall and muscled and it made him feel insignificant in a good way as that tongue did a good thorough job of fucking his mouth.
There were hands everywhere. James could feel them fluttering over shared skin: unfastening shirt buttons, pulling at pants, freeing the stranger up until his cock was standing thick, hard and leaking against James’s belly making James’s mouth water as the slow insistent grind began. He wanted his wrists free, wanted to touch this man’s skin and tease at his pleasure spots like all these unknown fingers were doing to him, pinching at his nipples, pushing inside his oiled, stretched hole ‘til he was moaning and shimmying up against the guy’s thigh like a whore. He tugged at the chain on his cuffs and spread his legs, rubbing himself off against that hot firm leg as he flicked his tongue over the guy's chest seeking out a nipple and biting down.
“Oh fuck, he’s such a little slut.”
James was pushed to his knees and he licked his lips nervously, wondering just who the hell this man was. As the cock entered his mouth, James knew they’d never been introduced. He knew the taste of his friends. He’d never fucked outside their little dogging circle and, for a minute, he was scared that Tony had opened his house up for a free for all fuck party, but that'd never happen. He trusted Tony and Nick; yhey’d been real good friends for a long time now.
“Oh yeah, baby, that’s so good.”
James sucked harder at the solid shaft, running his tongue around the crown and working the tip over that sensitive little ridge of skin. He was unsure whether he could throat a cock this big, but he was willing to give it a go. Praise always made him try that little bit harder. It was the wrong angle for this and he had to fight against his gag reflex, but then the head was banging against the back of his throat and the shaft was pushing its way down and he was swallowing and clenching. The howl of pleasure and the warm rush of fluid surprised him and he pulled back to taste the man’s flavour.
“Shit.”
“Damn, Jay that was quick, even for you.”
James continued to lick the guy’s shaft clean while he listened to their words. Jay. It had to be the guy who played Gunn. Then he was pulled to his feet and he didn’t have time to do anymore wondering when cocaine lips kissed him and he was breathing in lungfuls of dope smoke.
“I wanna fuck him.” Low growly southern voice. “I need to fuck his sweet ass.”
Fingers pulled at James’s cock, stroking him firmly, insistently.
“Can I fuck you, Jimmy?”
More cocaine, lick of bourbon, hot wet kisses and a broad chest pushing up against his own were a deciding factor. James writhed against the hand that reached around and pushed into the cleft of his ass.
“Can I fuck you?”
It felt like the whole hand was pushing up inside him, slick but shockingly good. James pushed against it wanting more.
“You ready for a screw?”
He nodded and fell back down to his knees, forehead on one of those thick Mexican rugs that Tony had scattered around the place. Hands grabbed at his thighs, pulling his legs apart further and if he listened carefully he could hear the slight pants and gasps, didn’t know if the guys were fucking or jerking or kissing, but it made it all seem safer somehow. The room smelt of sex and sandalwood and vanilla and James gave in to the headiness and fucked back on that prick as it eased its way into his hole. There were more hands now stroking his cock, rubbing more oil into his skin, licking what felt like body shots of him and all the while this unknown man was powering into him, pulling him back by his manacled wrists until he was arching and fighting against the restraints and the blindness.
They pushed his head down once more but it wasn’t the rug he landed on, it was hot musky groin that smelt of pungent arousal. Even blindfolded he could see the dark wiry curls and he closed his eyes and nuzzled against Nick’s solid cock taking comfort from the familiarity. This may be sexy in the extreme, but his head was beginning to scream danger.
Nick’s hands threaded into his hair and coaxed him upwards, guiding James onto his cock, the other man stopping and waiting for them to be ready. Then it was action time again, each thrust from the fuck driving James onto Nick’s erection. The hands returned, squeezing and milking him ‘til he was crying out around the throatful of flesh and coming in waves over the rug, his climax sparking off the others as he drank down Nick’s semen and felt the sting of salt as he was filled with come.
“Good boy, Jimmy.” James felt the splashes of warmth on his back and knew that Tony was enjoying the party as much as he was.
The restraints were removed, but only for the time it took to roll him over, then he was propped up on cushions and fed mouthfuls of Southern Comfort which made him gag from the sweet cloying flavour. He preferred his drinks to be bitter. Strangely enough it was the sickly liquor in his mouth that made him begin to panic and fight to get the blindfold off, but Tony lay against him, settling him like a baby with gentle petting and soft gruff words that made him hot and almost aroused all over again.
This time he was cuffed at the front and he could feel mouths lapping at him licking off lemon and salt and filling his mouth with tangy tequila, he breathed in spicy smoke and it made him relax and the sprinkle of white over his tongue made him excited enough to fight to snort lines off someone’s cock, licking up the remnants of the powder with an eager tongue.
“Good little whore.”
James kind of knew the voice, it seemed wrong though. His legs were lifted and he hooked them round the guy’s neck, taking in the longer slimmer cock with ease. Arching his body ‘til that prick grazed over his sweet spot he fucked up against the man, listening to the little murmurs, all the while trying to pinpoint the lightweight voice and thin tall body that covered him.
“Such a good fuck.”
James groaned with satisfaction when he finally figured out the owner of the voice. It was Alexis, the one who was engaged to Aly Hannigan. He’d heard wild rumours about her, but nothing about the fiancé. Fuck, he had his own kinks and plenty of them by the feel of things.
“Love me fucking your cunt don’t you?”
And he did, ‘specially when a hot mouth sank down over his cock and sucked him voraciously.
“I wanna fuck him now.”
James smiled; Nicky’s petulant stoner voice always made him laugh. It was Tony and Nick that were keeping him grounded, stopping that bubble of fear from erupting like a geyser. Coke dealt with his inhibitions, bourbon and weed relaxed him, but knowing that his friends were there to look after him was his anchor.
The hands groped as they lifted him, pinching his nipples ‘til he moaned, fingering his ass, and stroking his cock ‘til it was harder and wetter than ever and he could feel the ribbons of dribble and pre-come decorating it. Fuck, if the sound of those nameless, faceless men spitting on him didn’t make him feel like shooting all over again – he was a forty year old teenager.
His head cracked painfully as he was laid down on a cool hard surface, the dining table maybe, and he listened to the whispered apologies, but didn’t bother to reply because words would make this all a little too real. He was pulled downwards, skin squeaking and burning as his sweaty back stuck to the surface. There were more quiet ‘sorries’ and fingers that rubbed away the bruises and grazes, but that didn’t stop them spreading him and raising his legs.
James closed his eyes, trying mentally to remove the blindfold for a second. The familiar huff of pleasure as Nick eased his cock inside made him want to watch, need to watch. Someone was aware of his building agitation and he accepted the whiskey-coke kisses and sucked on the fleshy pad of tongue that explored his mouth as if it were a pacifier.
“Such a brave guy.”
The voice was hushed, slightly camp and melodious. James reached up for more kisses.
“Can’t wait to play with you, babe.”
He wanted to kiss this man forever, drugged senseless by the kind voice and the narcotic taste of his mouth. He was drowning again, not playing along with the fuck, just drifting and exchanging these languid soft kisses.
“Hey, Andy, put him down. Some participation would make me feel better.”
‘Andy’ laughed, breath whooshing across James’s lips then gusting lower and lower with the downward path of the lifeline kisses. James couldn’t feel his back anymore; the cool tabletop had numbed his skin. He shuddered at the feeling of being laid out on a mortuary slab. Andy’s kisses were drifting over the tip of his cock and the party was getting more raucous, the laughter making James begin to panic for serious now.
He lifted his cuffed hands up to pull at the blindfold, but was restrained by determined arms.
“No,” he mumbled, fighting against the ball gag as it was pushed against his locked lips.
“No.”
James knew the owner of that voice.
The gag and cuffs were removed and he was carried over to the couch where he lay face down, spreading himself over a broad muscular naked body.
“You can fuck him here. If he wants you to.”
James nuzzled into the crook of the man’s neck then turned to one side to take a drag from a joint.
“Do you want him to?”
James nodded and rubbed his cock against the solid erection that rested against his. He was happy now. Legs raised and hooked themselves around his waist and he wriggled down, sliding his wet erection into the ready prepared hole.
He felt the rush of fluid hot against his sweet spot as Nick hammered out an orgasm into him then pulled away and was immediately replaced by a different cock. James was sore and tired, but he concentrated on the man beneath him.
“Didn’t think you were here.”
“Didn’t want to be here. Couldn’t not be here.”
James tried to work at the cock that lay squashed between them, but with the weight of another man curved over his back it was impossible.
“Don’t worry, Jimmy. I’ll get there.”
“Want it to be good for you.”
“It is.”
“Damn, I feel like I’m intruding. Don’t mind me. You carry on,” said the voice from over his shoulder.
“We are, Andy, don’t worry.”
James could hear the smile and it warmed him, made him secure. He felt Andy come inside him with a grunt then hands--maybe Tony’s--untied the blindfold.
“There’s an orgy going on.” David grinned up at him. “Aren’t you even going to look?”
James listened to the sounds of sucking and fucking and shook his head.
“Oh Christ,” he groaned as he eased his cock back into David. The rest of the sentence disappeared, words absorbed by a long slow kiss then James pulled reluctantly away from that mouth and began pumping his hips, watching the path of his erection as it pushed inside. David’s cock was slick with pre-come and James wet his palm with spit and held the solid flesh, squeezing it hard then stroking it rhythmically up and down.
~~****~~
“Do you think they have a clue yet?” whispered Nick as he threw a blanket over David and James who were asleep on the couch.
“I doubt it.” Tony looked over at the two men and smiled. “But
it’s bloody good fun trying to give them one.”
DONE