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.
The next week was a time of decisions for both men. Grissom finished his analysis of Brass's semen and found them to be a match. He had already come to this conclusion of course but now that he had definitive evidence he had to make a choice. Not wanting to disrupt what he and Brass had going he ultimately decided to file the evidence and results away in his home office. He didn't really anticipate having to use it but better safe than sorry.
Brass had a rougher week. He couldn't help but feel his time with Grissom had been the best of his life. But another part of him wanted to forget it had ever happened and move on with his life. He couldn't afford such risky behavior, it could lead to unwanted problems in his work and in his friendships. After several sleepless nights he decided to end things with Grissom. He was a little anxious about how Grissom would take it and decided that it would be unwise to wait and lead him on even more than he already had.
He arrived at Grissom's unannounced Thursday night after work. He was still wearing a matching grey suit with a black tie hanging loose around his collar. He entered quietly through the front door and found Grissom reading over some files in his study. Grissom was dressed in a white t-shirt and blue athletic shorts with no socks or shoes.
"Hi, Gil," he called.
"I was wondering when you'd show up. Do you want something to drink?" Grissom smiled. He was hoping to get one of his anti-inhibitors Brass's system before going downstairs. Grissom stood up and went to embrace Brass who took a step back.
"No thanks, look Gil I think we need to talk," Brass said apologetically. Grissom was taken aback but recovered quickly.
"Talk? Ok, what would you like to talk about?"
"Maybe we should sit down," Brass suggested.
So they went to the small black leather love seat and sat facing each other. Brass began hesitantly, slowly gaining more confidence that he was doing the right thing. "Let me just say that the past few weeks have been some of the best times of my life. I've done thing with you I never thought I'd have a chance to do and it's been wonderful. But this isn't who I am. I'm sorry Gil, I just can't do this anymore. I want you to understand this isn't anything against you, it's just who I am and what I want to be." He stood up and made to leave, "I wish you all the best in the future."
Grissom was speechless, this had completely caught him out of left field and it took him a minute to recover his poise. Brass was halfway down the hallways towards the front door when Grissom called out, "Wait, I have something to show you."
Brass's step faltered, he had told himself not to stop but curiosity got the better of him and he turned and walked back to Grissom who was pulling a small box out of one of his drawers. He turned to the approaching Brass and handed him the box wordlessly. Brass took the box and opened it. The first thing that caught his eye was that the evidence was labeled: Captain James Brass. He absently sat down and began to read through the box. His face was confused at first but quickly became a scowl. So Grissom had known about his trip into his office this entire time? Why hadn't he said anything before? He looked up at Grissom whose face was an indiscernible mask of emotions. This evidence was extremely damaging, he would lose his job, of course, but if the information ever became public it would ruin him.
"What is it that you want, Gil?" he snapped.
Gil reached out and laid his hand on Brass's shoulder. "You're the only thing that I want." Brass was momentarily touched and startled by that response. He had expected some type of blackmail, not an expression of love. He regained his anger though thinking it couldn't quite be that simple.
"So you want me to be your boyfriend is that it? Then what, if we ever break up or I'm unhappy you'll release this information?"
"I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to...but I will if I have to. I love you and want you to be mine forever."
Brass tried to evaluate this statement. On the one hand, he liked being with Grissom, but he wasn't sure he was ready to commit to him for the rest of his life, with this threat hanging over his head. On the other hand, Grissom was seriously sounding like a stalker and he wasn't exactly comfortable being around him right now. Maybe it was just a flavor of the week kind of thing though. Perhaps Grissom would get bored with him and just forget all about it. For now, at least, he didn't really know what his alternatives were besides to agree to Grissom's demand. Perhaps in time he could convince Grissom to destroy the evidence, or better yet maybe he could sneak in and do it himself...
"So have you decided what you are going to do?" Grissom asked him.
Brass nodded, "I've decided I'd like to keep seeing you."
Grissom smiled, "I'm glad to hear it, for a minute there I thought you'd do something stupid."
Brass bristled slightly at that bluntness but let it pass. "So what do you want me to do now?" he asked.
"Let's go downstairs for a little while," Grissom suggested.
Brass stood up and followed Grissom downstairs to the now familiar setting. This time, however, he wasn't anticipating the sex nearly as much as he had on previous trips. Brass made to take off his clothes, but Grissom stopped him.
"That won't be necessary tonight," he informed Brass.
"What? What does that mean?"
"Just get in the stockades," Gil commanded.
So Brass knelt down and placed his head and hands in the stockades which Gil shut and bolted in place. Gil quickly stripped and reached for the lube. He began to lube his hole with one hand while looking through the drawers with the other. From the drawer he removed a flesh-colored curved butt plug. It was about 6 inches long and around 3 inches thick near the base. The bottom of it was a 4 inch diameter circular stand. He continued rooting and this time came up with duct tape.
He moved around to the other side of the stockades without even so much as a glance at Brass who was looking inquiringly at him. He placed the dildo in the small of Brass's lower back, curving towards his head, and pulled the duct tape open with his teeth. He began to tightly wrap the tape around Brass's waist to hold the plug on. Over and over he wrapped the tape, securing the plug, until Brass was struggling to breath for air. When he was satisfied it would not move he threw the tape aside and straddled Brass's back. He began to squat down, working himself onto the dildo, grunting as it entered him. It took him several minutes to get it inside him. Brass was struggling to breath through the layers of duct tape and had an ache in his back where the plug was being pressed into him.
When Grissom felt he was loose enough he did something Brass did not expect. He sat down with his full weight on Brass's who groaned underneath. Brass's legs and back began to tremble with the additional work of trying to hold up Grissom, who seemed perfectly unconcerned. Meanwhile, Grissom began to pump his cock and fuck himself against the butt plug. He soon found a pleasing rhythm, bouncing up and down, up and down, beating his cock furiously. Every bounce seemed to knock the wind out of Brass who had already been struggling for breath. As the minutes continued to drag by Brass suddenly found himself overcome with trying to endure the pain and began to cry softly. This only caused Grissom to bounce harder and masturbate faster. Soon he was in too much ecstasy to hold out and climaxed.
"AAAHHH...UHHHH!!!," he shouted as he spilled his load onto Brass's suit jacket. He shot several more streams of cum, one reach so far as to hit the back of Brass's exposed neck. Breathing heavily he relaxed as much as he could, letting the plug sink deeply inside him.
After a minute he stood slowly, easing the plug from his hole. He stepped back and ruthlessly ripped the plug out of the tape. Brass wheezed air as the wind was knocked from him. Grissom, still unconcerned, replaced the plug and duct tape on the counter and quickly dressed. When he had done so, he knelt down to face Brass.
"Come back tomorrow after work, now please leave."
He unbolted the stockades and lifted the top off with one hand, while pointing to the stairs with the other. Brass tumbled out of the stockades and began gasping for breath. He wondered if he should take the duct tap off or ask for a towel to clean up the cum all over his back. The look on Grissom's face made him decide against it and without another word he hurried up the stairs and out the front door.