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Jim didn't think anything of Blair net-surfing on the laptop. He was becoming accustomed to it, in fact. His lover did quite a bit of research on the Internet, and as long as it kept him in the loft instead of the office, Jim wasn't about to complain. Settling on the couch with the remote in hand, he tuned his hearing in to Blair and started flipping through the channels.
Blair was having a ball. He'd started out doing research, but he'd followed a string of links that he couldn't hope to backtrack and he found himself in an online store for SCA and Ren-Faire reproductions. He'd been searching for a reproduction of an antique Yanomamo figurine, but had found this instead, and he browsed.
The heading that caught his attention was toys, and he clicked the link almost before he thought. He half expected medieval children's toys, and swallowed a snort when he got an "18 and over only" disclaimer.
*Now this is going to be interesting,* Blair thought, clicking on the link acknowledging that yes, he was 18 or over and wished to enter. The first thing that loaded on the website caused him to snort. *Chain mail manacles!* He skimmed down the page as the pictures were loading.
The next item that caught his attention was a maile cock ring/harness. *This I've GOT to see!*
*The two-inch ring centerpiece is set in a harness of maile and comfortable polyester braid straps. It can be used as a very unusual dildo harness. Men can wear it secretly under clothing or more exposed, adding an intriguing look to any g-string. A slider adjuster on the side allows tightening to the smallest sizes, and it will fit up to a 40 inch waist.* Blair sat back, amazed. Then he scrolled back up to the chain maile manacles, and choked again.
Jim heard the second muffled choke and got up. "Chief, you okay?"
"Fine, Jim!" Blair blurted out, blushing. Thankfully, his body blocked what was on the laptop screen. "Hey, uh, Jim?"
"Yeah, Chief?" Jim had started back to the couch but stopped when Blair hailed him again.
"How do you, uh, feel about chain mail?" he asked, clearing his throat as he said the last two words.
"Chain mail, Chief?" Jim raised both his eyebrows at that as his eyes zoomed in on what Blair had been looking at.
"Yeah, chain mail, you know, like the knights used to wear, King Arthur and the Round Table, all that?"
"I'm not a knight," Jim said, stating the obvious to his hyper partner.
Blair pointed to the screen finally. "C'mon, Jim, check it out, you'll love it! The feel of cold steel around your wrists, holding you down..."
Jim reached onto his belt and dangled his handcuffs in front of Blair's widening eyes. "I can get that with these, Chief," he said, making the dangling cuffs jiggle. "You just never showed any interest." He took the cuffs and slapped them into Blair's astonished grip. "Here you go."
Blair stared slack-jawed at the Sentinel, then dropped his eyes to the steel handcuffs in his hands. He couldn't believe what Jim had just said. "You mean you... these... no way, man!" Not Mr. Repressed Stick Up His Ass Proper Cop Ellison! Jim said nothing, instead holding his arms out in front of him, wrists exposed as an answer. "Oh no... this is like *so* surreal." Blair dropped back into his chair. "Jim, man, you're just... the cuffs... when? How? Why? I mean, don't answer that."
Jim merely smiled at his lover. It was not often Jim got to shock the hell out of Blair, and he relished every second of this. He advanced towards the Guide, his arms still out, still saying nothing.
Blair got up from the chair, holding the cuffs out in front him like a talisman to ward off the weirdness. Smiling lazily, Jim kept slowly advancing towards Blair, closing in and cornering him in the back of the loft, the corner under the stairs with no escape. "Jim... Jim!" Blair shook his head, trying to figure out what in the hell was going on. Jim couldn't... but why the hell else was Jim stalking him like this! He reached out, and grabbed one of Jim's wrists, slapping the cuff around it and watching Jim closely. The Sentinel's eyes didn't waver, but his cock twitched under the tight confines of his briefs and jeans.
Blair shook his head; no way was he gonna believe Jim was getting off on this and yet the stirring cock proved it. "Oh man... oh man... oh man," was all that Blair could repeat. Handcuffing Jim was turning into a turn on for him, because his own cock was leaping with each jingle of the small chain, each click of the handcuffs.
"Hey, Chief... it's dangerous to leave a suspect only half-cuffed," Jim reminded, and Blair jumped.
Blair moved forward after Jim startled him, and half pushed and half pulled the bigger man's body to the chair he'd just deserted. "Put your hands behind here?" he asked, his tone making it a question instead of a statement.
Jim shook his head. "Don't ask me to do it, Chief, tell me. That's the point of the game," he said softly. He'd never expected Blair to get into this with him.
"Put your hands behind the chair!" Blair said in a firmer tone, and the Sentinel nodded, pleased. He could smell Blair's reactions to the game, and so far it was nothing but a sexual reaction. Hard cock, leaking slightly, racing pulse and short breaths.
Jim did as he was told, slipping his hands behind him and through the crossbar of the chair as Blair prepared to snap the other cuff in place. "Before I close this, where are the keys?"
"My right pants pocket," Jim said, grinning. "You'll have to go in and find them." He lifted his right hip slightly to let Blair slide his hand in. Then leaning forward, Jim trapped Blair's hand between his chest and his thigh.
"Jim, sit back and behave," Blair instructed, and was surprised when the Sentinel obeyed.
*So that's how this works,* Blair mused to himself as he watched Jim. He tossed the keys from hand to hand, and then dropped them on the dresser. "There, now they're safe," he said, watching the Sentinel's reaction. "You know, you should have told me you had this playful side, Jim, I would have been glad to oblige." He propped his foot on Jim's knee, and started to untie his shoe.
Jim leaned forward and rested his chin on Blair's knee. "I would have if you told me about your interest in chain mail and manacles. talk about your heavy metal."
Blair switched feet, and Jim propped his chin on Blair's left knee this time. "It could be fun, Chief, but if you don't want to do it, just say so. I won't be upset or offended."
Blair leaned forward and whispered in Jim's sensitive ears. "I wouldn't have locked those cuffs around your wrists if I didn't want to play," he said with a quick lick along the shell of Jim's ear. Jim growled, and Blair laughed. "Behave yourself, little Jimmy," Blair said wickedly.
"And if I don't?"
"I'll think of something," Blair grinned. Then he had a quick idea. "Don't move. Hey, how attached are you to that shirt?"
Jim looked down at one of about ten white cotton shirts he owned. "Not very, why?"
"None of your business, wait here." He sprinted out to the kitchen, rummaging. "Don't use your senses either, that's not fair! It ruins the surprise."
Jim closed his eyes; how had Blair known he was about to peek. "There, I've got them closed, is that better?"
"Yeah, much," Blair said. He came back into the living room with a pair of scissors and a feather duster. "Oh, yeah, keep your eyes closed. In fact." Blair darted to the closet and came back with Jim's black scarf. He wrapped it carefully around Jim's eyes, blinding him. "Better!"
Jim opened his eyes, but Blair had thwarted him. The scarf had been wound in several layers around his eyes and he couldn't see through them. "Very nice, Chief. what's next?" He shivered as he felt cold metal slide down the neck of his shirt as Blair started cutting it off of him. "Hey, what?"
"You said you weren't attached to the shirt. I can't do this with you fully dressed."
"You could unlock the cuffs."
"And where would be the fun in that?" Blair countered smoothly. "Trust me." He cut down the collar, and then along the sleeves, completely baring Jim's torso. "Beautiful, man," Blair said, when his work was done. "At least I don't have to cut those jeans off, Jim, those you can wiggle your way out of."
"Or you could help," the blinded Sentinel said with a smile.
"Now Jimmy, I thought I told you to behave."
"Have I ever told you how much I hate being called Jimmy?"
"Sorry, man. You just look like a Jimmy sitting there handcuffed to the chair with your dick hard and a smile on your face."
Jim wished he could see the smile on Blair's face; from the smug note in his voice, the young man was really getting into it. "All right, but just this once."
"Oh, so you think you're going to tell me how to play this?" Blair picked up the feather duster and ran it across Jim's chest. "I don't think so."
Jim rocked to his feet when the feathers touched him. "Holy shit."
Blair moved and picked up the chair from where Jim had knocked it over. "Jimmy. sit down."
"Christ, Blair, what are you doing?"
"Sit down and shut up and find out." Blair chuckled to himself; this was fun! Jim never listened to him like this! Jim gingerly lowered himself into the chair, and shivered as the feathers came back to dance across his chest. Blair flicked the tip of one across his nipple, and he bit his lip as the blood rushed to harden the sensitive nub. "Very nice, Jimmy," Blair whispered, using the duster to flick the opposite nipple and watching it harden in fascination. He listened for a moment; Jim was panting and when Blair touched his chest, Jim jumped. The Guide felt a hard pounding in his lover's chest. "You okay?"
"Sort of," Jim whispered. "When I can't see, it's like everything else gets jacked up. I dialed it down below normal and it still feels like I can feel every single air current in the room. When you touched me just now it felt like you were branding me, your skin felt so hot. I can hear the feathers sweeping across my skin the same time that I feel them. it's amazing." Jim shuddered. "And knowing that it's you doing it, you behind it all. just makes it that much more arousing."
Blair dropped his eyes, and Jim's cock was straining, almost lifting the denim that covered it. "Then we need to get that taken care of." But instead of removing the blindfold, Blair reached down and unbuckled Jim's belt, then unzipped his jeans. "Raise your hips." Jim obeyed, and Blair grabbed the warm waistband and pulled down jeans and briefs at the same time with a raised eyebrow. "Since when did you start wearing briefs?"
"Since I needed some extra help tucking it away when you grab my ass in the middle of the office," Jim countered. "Boxers just tend to let it hang, briefs at least give you some support when you have to adjust."
Blair couldn't help himself, he laughed aloud. "Oh, if only they could see you now." Which gave Blair a very wicked idea. He turned back to the closet, and came up with the new digital camera that Jim had brought home from the department. He turned on the flash, and started to snap.
Jim jumped the first time he saw a flash. "Blair! What the hell are you doing?"
"Recording it for posterity, man. You know how many times the guys have asked me for pictures?" He was coming close to the ten picture capacity in the camera; he'd have to download the pictures to the laptop and take some more, but this was too precious to miss. "These are going to go like hotcakes."
"Blair Jacob Sandburg, you better be bullshitting me." Jim's voice lost every trace of humor.
Blair's face fell. "Yeah, Jim, I am. I'm taking pictures, yeah, but you should know that I wouldn't do anything with them, other than possibly jack off to them." He put his hands on Jim's shoulders. "Relax, man, it's me."
"Sorry, Chief, just never had pictures taken before. Not like this, anyway." He did a quick estimate, and raised his body just enough to kiss his way up Blair's neck to his mouth. "Firsts for me too."
Blair pushed Jim back into the chair, setting the camera aside. He kissed Jim in return, and then picked up the feather duster and touched it to the Sentinel's cock, brushing up and down the length with the feathers.
Jim's body reacted, his hips thrusting as his cock jumped with each touch of the feathers. Blair smiled, and dusted Jim's cock faster, watching the older man chase the feathers, moaning and twitching. "Jimmy. I told you to sit still and be quiet."
"I can't."
Blair laughed as he dropped the duster and knelt between Jim's legs. "Can you fuck in those cuffs, Jimmy boy?"
"Never tried," Jim responded, rubbing his cock against Blair's arm, which rested across his thighs. Blair's fingers lightly teased the Sentinel's cock. "Chief."
"Yes?" Blair's breath puffed across the wet head of Jim's cock with each word. "What, Jim?"
"Either suck me or jack me off, because it's starting to hurt," he gritted out. Blair obliged for a few strokes, wrapping his hand around Jim's cock and stroking fast, but lightly. Jim was cursing; Blair wasn't jerking him off fast enough or hard enough. "Chief, you're killing me here."
"No, not yet I'm not." He dropped Jim's cock and got up, walking around his beautiful lover. His eyes fastened on Jim's beautiful ass. *Oh yeah.* "Jim, get up. We're going upstairs."
"I can't see, Chief."
"Nothing to see yet, Jim," Blair reassured him. "Come on, I'll help you up." He put his hands on Jim's shoulders, and carefully guided the Sentinel up the stairs to the bedroom, and sat Jim down on the edge. "Now just sit there for just one minute." Quickly, Blair shed his own clothing and rubbed his cock, which was just as hard and throbbing as Jim's was. "Man, Sandburg, get a grip on yourself!"
He settled into the middle of the bed with his back to the headboard. "Jim, over my lap. Face down." Jim flipped himself over and inched over, lying across Blair's lap and carefully keeping the most of his weight off his lover. Blair's hands cupped and kneaded Jim's ass, massaging the firm globes as he ran his hands over them. "God you're beautiful, Jim." The Sentinel's response was to rub himself against Blair's leg. Blair's own cock twitched, trapped under Jim's bicep. He slipped his hand under Jim's body to adjust himself, and pinched Jim's nipple as he did so. That caused Jim to arch his back and whimper.
*He'll kill you for this, Sandburg,* Blair warned himself, but he couldn't stop. His hand came down across Jim's ass, and he cried out encouragingly. *On second thought, maybe not. God his ass feels so good!* Blair kept spanking Jim's ass, rubbing and massaging as he did. He felt Jim's frantic humping against his leg, and the throbbing of his own cock became almost unbearable.
Jim was writhing across Blair's lap; he had small hands but God they were strong and it had been so long. Jim moaned mindlessly, arching and pushing his ass into Blair's masterful hands. "Oh yeah baby," Jim chanted. "Yeah!"
Blair paused spanking for a moment, and slid his hand along Jim's face, pushing his index finger into the Sentinel's mouth. Jim sucked hungrily, his tongue stroking the soft pad of Blair's finger. Blair almost came on the spot, the suction of Jim's mouth was so strong and his tongue too agile. Reluctantly, the Guide withdrew his finger and moved his hands back down to Jim's ass, one starting to spank again while the other parted his cheeks and sought the tight opening. Sliding his wet finger into Jim, Blair continued spanking with his free hand.
"Blair!" Jim shouted, his hands fisting behind his back as he rubbed against Blair's leg, his balls throbbing as he came. His cock slipped in his own semen, rubbing faster and harder against the slick surface of his lover's body.
"Oh, Jim, man, too intense!" He wrapped his arms around the shaking Sentinel, rocking gently. Jim shook his head, and got awkwardly to his knees, shaking his head violently to dislodge the blindfold. Finally it came undone, and Jim tossed it aside with a shake of his head. His cock was still hard, and slick from rubbing in his own orgasm. Blair knew what Jim would be looking for and spread his legs, urging the Sentinel to come between them.
Instead, Jim stretched himself out on the bed and took Blair's cock into his mouth, sucking hard. Blair's fingers dug into his scalp as he pulled at Jim's hair, trying to thrust deeper into his mouth. His shoulders were beginning to hurt but he didn't care; he concentrated instead on the taste of his Guide and the pain faded. He closed his eyes, imagining Blair's hand on his ass, imagining the look on his lover's face and he sucked all the harder. He wanted Blair to cum in his mouth.
Blair's hands were holding tightly to Jim's head, as his hips pistoned, fucking the Sentinel's mouth. Jim seemed intent on sucking him off, and the Guide let go. "You want it, Jimmy, here it comes," Blair gasped out, and his balls burst, pouring his orgasm into Jim's waiting throat.
Jim gulped it down, his tongue working to make sure not a drop was spilled. "I want to fuck you, Blair." He inched his body up along Blair's to lie full length atop his lover. "But to do it right, you've got to let me go."
"Tough shit, man, fuck me the best way you can." He kissed Jim hard, his tongue sliding in to fight against Jim's. "You can have me but I'm not letting you go until you earn it."
Jim growled at that. "You're good, Blair, but I've played this game before and you'll be dying for these cuffs to come off before I'm through. Just think, you won't be feeling my arms around you, my fingers on your nipples or in your ass, my nails raking over your back and gripping your cheeks. no massage, no hugs, no wrapping your legs around my waist. just a plain boring missionary fuck." He leaned down and licked Blair's throat, then nibbled his chin. "Mmm. you taste so good, baby," Jim whispered across Blair's skin.
Blair shivered, his hands scrabbling on the dresser for the keys, but he stopped. "No way, man, I'm not letting you win this! I'll make you a deal; if you make me take the cuffs off before I cum, you get breakfast in bed for a week. If I make it, and the cuffs stay on the whole way through, you got to bring me breakfast in bed."
"You got a bet," Jim said, and then went down again, curving his body around Blair's and kissing him. He kissed down Blair's chest, biting and tugging the man's thick chest hair, kissing the hot skin under it. He moved down, balancing himself carefully as he kissed down further, dipping his tongue in Blair's navel and biting there as well. Blair was twisting and arching, his nails scoring Jim's biceps and shoulders. "That's my baby," Jim encouraged. "You want to rip my arms out of those cuffs and wrap them around you so badly, I can smell it on you. Want, need, it's all the same thing, Blair, and we both want it."
Blair squeezed his eyes shut. "Jim."
Jim's tongue slid further down, licking the Guide's hard cock once and then over his balls, following the curve of Blair's ass until his tongue found the tight opening and dove in. He wiggled just the tip of it inside, and Blair's nails dug harder into his shoulders, and Jim grunted. He pushed his tongue deeper, and Blair spread his legs further, and lifted his hips to let Jim have better access. The Sentinel took advantage of it, licking, sucking, and nibbling. "Jim, stop! All right!"
He pushed Jim back until the Sentinel was sitting on his heels and got the keys to the cuffs, and quickly unlocked them. Jim grinned triumphantly as he wrapped his arms tightly around Blair, and guided the man's legs around his waist. He ran his hands up and down Blair's legs, cupping his lover's ass and nibbling his neck again. Jim said nothing about winning, instead sliding his hands underneath his lover's body and sliding his finger inside the tight hole already wet from his tongue. Blair was relaxed, open and ready for him. "There we go, lover," Jim whispered huskily. He guided his cock to Blair's opening, and slid just the head in as Blair pushed himself down on it the rest of the way. Jim sat on the bed, his legs outstretched for Blair to rest on as his fingers found and twisted Blair's nipples, being careful of the silver ring pinching the tight skin.
Blair shivered as Jim's cock trembled inside him. Then Jim rose over Blair, toppling his young lover onto the bed as he started to thrust. He lifted Blair's legs around his waist again, pushing deeper and deeper with each stroke. His arms wrapped around Blair, and finding the discarded cuffs lying by his pillow, he deftly snapped the cuffs around his Guide's wrists, cuffing Blair to the headboard. At the Guide's surprised yelp, Jim grinned down at him. "What, you don't like the tables being turned?" He stroked Blair's face softly. "If you want me to take them off, baby, I will. Just tell me." He stilled his strokes inside his lover, waiting.
A slight fear warred in his eyes for a moment, and Jim reached up to put the key into the cuffs, when Blair stopped him. "I trust you, Jim, just be gentle."
"I can be gentle," Jim answered, nuzzling Blair softly. He knew he needed to let his lover get used to the restraints. His strokes were slow and easy, gently rubbing his gland. Jim lazily twined strands of Blair's hair around one of his fingers, letting it go and stroking it to soothe the scent of fear that still hung heavily. Sighing, he kissed Blair and opened the cuffs, letting his lover free. He placed the cuffs in Blair's hands, and closed the man's fingers around them. "Keep them for me, baby, and I'll show you how to have more fun with them next time."
Blair raised himself up on his elbows as Jim stilled inside him once again. "I'm sorry, Jim, I know."
"Sssh," Jim whispered, laying a finger over Blair's full lips. He had the sudden urge to nibble them, and he did. "I know, it's okay, not everyone is into it. You don't want to wear the jewelry, that's fine, but at least you let me wear it and you can play it with me, and I love you for that. I'm not going to ask you for something that's going to hurt you." He kissed Blair again, and started moving again.
The Guide's hands slid down and gripped Jim's firm ass, and then spanked it. With each deep thrust, Blair spanked Jim's ass as hard as he could, turning it red with handprints. His free hand took the cuffs and locked them around one of Jim's wrists, leaving the Sentinel free to move.
Between the cuffs and the feel of Blair's hand spanking his ass, Jim's thrusts got more savage, faster and harder as the bed rocked with the force of them. Blair was lifting his body, slamming against Jim's with each thrust, meeting ferocity with ferocity. Jim growled as Blair's body slammed against his, and his hips started to jackhammer of their own accord, fiercely pounding Blair's gland and moaning as he felt Blair's muscles start to massage him.
This is what he loved most of all, being linked with Blair, one body and ready to merge souls and then it happened. The contraction of Blair's muscles brought him to climax, and as he poured his out, Blair's cock erupted, sealing their bodies together.
Blair's arms wrapped around Jim, and before Jim could say anything, Blair had locked the other cuff around his own wrist, attaching himself to Jim and lacing the fingers of their cuffed hands together. Jim was astonished at first, but pleased as he rolled onto his back and pulled Sandburg on top of him. "Think anyone would notice if we stayed this way forever?" Blair asked, still panting softly.
"Who cares?" Jim asked softly, squeezing Blair's fingers. "I want to stay this way," he said, as the handcuff chain rattled. "Although it does mean you will have to sleep on top of me tonight."
"Like that would be a toughie," Blair said with a yawn. He dropped the keys into Jim's free hands. "Unlock us in the morning."
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