DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional. It features Older gay men involved in sexual acts. If that is not to your liking please feel free to stop reading now. The characters of Jim Brass and Gil Grissom are fictional characters of the television show CSI and all rights are owned by Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS Studios.
Captain Brass pulled up in front of the darkened house and turned off his car. He was slightly disappointed that Grissom wasn't home yet. He had spent the entire weekend thinking about their last encounter and he definitely wanted more of it. He wasn't entirely sure what had come over him but it was exciting to be taking such risks. He hoped that Grissom had enjoyed it as much as he had and wished he could do something to pleasure him more next time.
Just then, Brass spotted Grissom's car pulling into the driveway. He got out and walked quickly to him. Grissom was wearing a pair of black pants, black loafers and a blue dress shirt. Grissom heard the footsteps and turned. He didn't seem too surprised to see Brass, which surprised Brass because he had half a mind to forget the whole thing had happened, wonderful as it had been. He smiled and motioned for Brass to follow him inside.
Grissom knew of course that Brass would return sooner or later. He was fairly sure Brass had never experienced anything so pleasurable in his life. He also had planned out how to arrange this second encounter. He'd hoped to have the lab results of Brass's semen ready by now but he had been called out on a case all day and obviously couldn't entrust such sensitive evidence to anyone else.
"How's my Big Daddy?" he asked
Brass smiled and muttered, "Hey Grissom, you told me I could come over sometime this week, is this okay?"
Gill nodded, "Sure, but it might be easier if you call beforehand next time so you don't have to wait out in your car."
"Sorry... I didn't mean to intrude...I'll leave if you want," his face turned scarlet in embarrassment.
"I wouldn't dream of it, I've got big plans for us tonight," Grissom explained.
"You do?"
"Of course, but how about a beer first?"
"Sure," said Brass.
Grissom moved to the refrigerator and opened the door, blocking Brass's view of himself. He took out a beer and popped the top off. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out another one of his anti-inhibitors and dropped it inside, giving it a gentle shake to help dissolve. He closed the door and handed the beer to Brass. "Drink up."
Brass chugged at the beer, mostly in hopes that the alcohol would relax him a little bit. When he had finished Grissom motioned for him to go downstairs. He trod down the stairs and stopped at the bottom noting the familiar setup. The counter and drawers along the wall, the mat covering the floor and the stockade looked just as they had left them last time.
Grissom came up from behind him and slid his arms around Brass's waist. Hugging him tightly he laid his head on Brass's cotton polo shirt and whispered in Brass's ear, "Are you ready to have some more fun?"
Brass nodded and began to remove his jeans and polo. His erect penis was causing his BVD's to balloon out like a tent. Grissom bent down and removed Brass's shoes, but once again asked him to leave his black socks on. "Why?" Brass asked.
Grissom shrugged, "It's always been sort of a turn on for me, if you don't mind."
Brass agreed, happy he could do something to please Grissom. "Are you going to undress this time as well, please?" he asked hopefully.
"I will if you want me to Daddy, but remember I have special plans for you." Grissom removed his dress shirt as Brass fell to his knees and helped undo his shoes and then moved to his pants. He gently pulled them down and was surprised to see Grissom wore boxer-briefs. Grissom pulled his undershirt over his head and then slid the boxer-briefs to the floor. Brass let out an audible gasp. Grissom's 7" uncut cock was beautiful and erect of course but he was surprised to see that Grissom completely shaved his body hair. Grissom smiled down at him and patted his head. "I've always preferred the feel of my body hairless," he explained reading Brass's mind.
He pulled Brass to his feet and kissed him. Their lips parted and he massaged Brass's tongue with his own, tasting the remnants of the beer he had given him. As he pulled away Brass gave a sigh of pleasure.
"I want you to put on the leather chaps again for me Daddy; they look so good on you."
Brass wasn't thrilled about having to put on the way too small chaps once more but knowing that it was a turn on for Grissom made him oblige. He squeezed into the tight pants, sucking in his gut to fasten it around his waist. As he exhaled his love handles and belly folded slightly over the sides. Grissom placed a hand on each love handle and gently caressed his sides. Brass felt goose bumps all over and his penis went, if possible, even more erect.
Grissom led him for a second time to the stockade and helped Brass to kneel down and then bolted him in.
"Will you use the ball-gag on me again?" Brass asked. He had enjoyed the way it felt for his jaw to be forced open but wished it was Grissom's penis instead.
"Not today, I need that mouth of yours free for other purposes," he said mysteriously.
He decided not to put on latex gloves today, he already had all the evidence he needed and he wanted to feel the warmth of Brass's body against his skin. He opened one of the drawers and removed a string and a medium sized butt plug and placed them on the counter next to a bottle of lube. Then he knelt down in front of Brass and explained what he wanted to do. "I want to put this slightly larger butt plug into your ass this time. It might hurt a little bit, but I promise I'll be as gentle as I can."
"Yeah, just be really gentle," Brass pleaded. He vaguely wondered what the string was for, as Grissom took the three objects around to the other side.
He heard Grissom unsnapping the cap of lube and a few seconds later felt the familiar feel of Grissom's finger poking at his hole. It felt nice as Grissom massaged it back and forth. He began to let out soft moans of pleasure at which point Grissom stopped. Then he felt the butt plug poking at his hole. It felt big...too big, he wasn't sure this was a good idea. He was about to say something when it passed the ring of his hole. He yelped and his hips bucked in pain. Grissom rubbed his backside and told him to just try and relax. Brass didn't think he would be able to, but as the plug came back out, he felt a sudden emptiness. He wanted the plug back in, he needed his hole filled. He let out another moan, this one of longing, and was rewarded with the plug pushing once more at his hole. This time it went in easier and made him shudder with pleasure. Grissom moved it in and out to loosen up the hole. Then he stopped and put the plug down.
Brass felt Grissom's hand at his scrotum and felt a slight pain as Grissom pulled on his testicles a little, stretching them away. Then Grissom took the string he had brought and tied it tightly around the base of the scrotum, pulling on his testicles. Brass felt a slight pain coupled with a kind of pleasure at the jerking motion the pulling was causing on his penis. Grissom left the other end of the string dangling temporarily and once more picked up the butt plug. This time he placed it into place, quite easily at this point, and left it there. He then took the string and pulled it very tightly, which caused Brass to let out a squeal of pain. "Hang in there," he encouraged as he tied the string tightly around the base of the butt plug protruding from Brass's ass. When he had finished Brass's testicles had a constant pressure on them, which also was causing a feeling on Brass's penis as if someone were pulling his skin down.
Grissom stood up and moved around towards the counter, he dried his hands of the lube on a towel and knelt down in front of Brass. "You've been a bad boy haven't you, Brass?"
Brass was definitely into this kind of role-playing and responded with, "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm a bad boy."
"Then I'm going to have to punish you for being a bad boy aren't I?"
"Yes, please. I've been a very bad boy and I need to be punished."
"That's what I thought." Grissom stood up and took from the drawer a flat wooden paddle, slightly bigger than a hand. He moved around towards Brass's backside and told him, "You need a spanking...and screaming will only make me spank you harder and faster."
"How many strokes are you going to do?" Brass asked meekly, slightly alarmed that he might accidentally scream.
"As many as it takes," Grissom replied cryptically.
As many as it takes, what does that mean, thought Brass. But the next second, when the first stroke landed with a THWACK he realized what it meant. Along with the intense pain of the paddle hitting his ass, there were also several other unanticipated feelings. First he felt the pain of the butt plug being pushed further into his ass. Secondly he felt pain caused by the string the butt plug was tied to pulling his scrotum more. But then, wonderingly, he felt the pleasure caused by the skin on his penis being pulled. It wasn't nearly as fast as the motion caused by jerking himself off, but it did feel good. THWACK. The second stroke fell and he accidentally let slip a scream. The pain and pleasure was overloading his senses and he was having trouble getting his head around the two conflicting feelings.
"What did I tell you about screaming?" Grissom chided him.
THWACK. THWACK. The two strokes fell back to back on either side of his backside, making Brass bite his tongue to stifle the pain. At the same time his erection was raging and he wanted nothing more than to reach down and jerk himself off to orgasm. But the strokes were so far apart that he didn't know if he would be able to reach orgasm for a very long time. What he needed was for Grissom to spank him faster, much faster, so the motion of the string was more like jerking off. Well, he already knew how to get Grissom to hit him faster...
"Please, spank me faster!" he screamed.
Grissom responded obligingly. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.
Brass's ass had become almost numb to the pain and his overwhelming feeling was coming from the pleasure of the pull on his penis.
"More! Please give me more!" he cried. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. The last stroke had brought him to the edge of orgasm. "I'm going to cum!" he screamed as the next stroke fell. Grissom dropped the paddle and fell to his knees, reaching around Brass's waist. He grabbed hold of his raging erection and jerked him off vigorously. Brass moaned and groaned with delight as spurt after spurt of semen flew from his cock head towards the mat. Grissom kept stroking away dutifully until Brass's whole body relaxed and he let out a sigh. He crawled around to the other side and kissed Brass hard on the mouth. His penis was now at complete rigidity from the thought of the beating he had just given Brass and that Brass had actually asked for it.
"How was that Daddy, did you enjoy it?"
"It was...wonderful," Brass said through gulps of air. His whole body was shaking...but he wasn't quite done yet.
Grissom stood up and placed his penis to Brass's mouth. "Suck me Daddy," Grissom commanded. Brass without hesitation opened his mouth and took Grissom's member inside him. Grissom impatiently pushed in further and was rewarded with a gag as he hit the back of Brass's throat. "Take it all Daddy, all of it, you want it." Brass renewed by the urging gobbled ferociously, drool running from his lips as he tried to take more of it. Grissom moaned with pleasure as he worked his penis in and out of Brass's mouth. He unexpectedly could not stand it any longer. "I'm cumming, yes I'm cumming!" He began to pump harder inside Brass's mouth, grabbing both sides of his head and slamming it in. Semen erupted from his penis, hitting Brass's throat and once again causing him to gag. "Swallow it, take it all!" Brass choked and swallowed, trying to get as much of Grissom's semen as he could down his throat as quickly as he could. Swallow after swallow, Grissom's load was immeasurably large. Finally the flood subsided and Grissom pulled his penis from Brass's mouth, shaking the few last drops of cum onto Brass's tongue.
He put a hand on the stockade to steady himself and breathed deeply. He hadn't expected to enjoy that so much. He almost felt bad about what he was planning on doing to Brass when the evidence came back. Quickly he released Brass from the restraint and offered him a towel. He took another towel and began to clean himself off, as well as Brass's drool on the floor. Brass leaned back onto his haunches and slowly pushed the butt plug from inside him. Then he untied the other end of the string from his scrotum. He cleaned the floor where he had shot his load with the towel and wiped himself clean. He brought the things back to Grissom, still licking his lips for the last few drops of Grissom's semen. Grissom was already in his boxer-briefs and undershirt. Grissom took the things and set them on the counter and embraced Brass.
"I hope you enjoyed that, I know I did."
"Yes, it was so wonderful."
"Let me see the results of your spanking," Grissom said.
Brass turned around and bent over so Grissom could see. His cheeks were bright red and had some spots that were quite swollen. Grissom thought he probably wouldn't be able to sit down tomorrow, but he felt sure Brass would think it was worth it. He took a bottle of lotion from the counter and squirted some on his hand. He tenderly rubbed Brass's backside. "It's aloe," he explained. "It should help cool it down and reduce swelling." The gentleness of Grissom's hands felt a bit odd to Brass, juxtaposed with the aggressiveness he had just used in sex. He wasn't sure which Grissom he preferred, but in fact he loved them both. Grissom helped Brass remove the chaps, careful to avoid brushing it against his swollen backside. He then ran upstairs and got a plastic bag and filled it with ice from the freezer. He carried it downstairs with him and started helping Brass dress. After he had put on his BVD's for him he slipped the bag of ice into the back of the underwear and gave it a light pat. "That should take away some of the pain Daddy." He finished dressing Brass and walked him up the stairs, noting Brass's ginger movements. He hoped he wasn't too rough with him. He walked him to the door and they said goodbye with a last passionate kiss. As he watched Brass go he wondered if he would be able to finish the analysis of the evidence tomorrow, and if he did, what would he do with it now?