| "You like being tied up, don't you, Jim?" Artemus
sat down at the desk. "What?" Jim sputtered into his hot coffee. "You, James T. West, enjoy being bound, and you probably like being gagged." "Artie, you're a sick man," said Jim. "That's not an argument or disagreement." Artemus pulled some manacles out from the bottom drawer of the desk and twirled them around his finger. "Why don't you put these on, and we'll have some fun?" Jim grinned and pushed the hair off his forehead. "Front or back?" "Whatever works for you is fine with me," said Artemus. He tossed the cuffs to Jim and smiled. "What'll it be?" "Back, I think, otherwise it'll seem cheap," said Jim. He placed his coffee down on the side table and leaned forward on the divan to click on the cuffs. "Good enough?" "Looks nice," said Artemus. He went back to his paperwork, sipping his coffee. Jim leaned back. "Um, Artie?" "Yeah, Jim?" Artemus didn't look up. "Is there a problem?" "Funny." Jim rolled up to his feet and went around the side of the desk, facing Artemus. "Didn't you want something?" Artemus turned his chair. "Always impatient." He started unbuttoning Jim's shirt. Yanking it down around the cuffs, Artemus grinned up at his partner's bare chest. "I guess I should have taken that off first." Jim smiled. "This bondage stuff is harder than it looks," said Artemus. He shrugged and laid his head on Jim's stomach. "Too late now." "Come on, Artie, get a move on." Jim twisted his hips, scrapping his stomach against Artemus. "Now." "Are you always this grouchy when you're cuffed?" Artemus unbuttoned Jim's trousers and slid them down. "You are ready." "Yes, and yes." Jim thrust his cock at Artemus. "Being cuffed, tied, bound hand and foot is part of the job description. It doesn't slow me down." Artemus stroked Jim's cock. He lowered his mouth and licked. Jim groaned, and Artemus sucked. He also took the time to fondle Jim's ass. "Yeah, that feels good. Don't stop." Artemus stopped. He removed his hands and mouth, standing up. "Jim, this isn't working for me." "Whaddya mean?" "Look." Artemus unbuttoned himself and pushed his trousers down a bit. "See?" "That's a problem we haven't encountered before." Jim frowned. "What's wrong?" Artemus pulled up Jim's trousers and pushed him back. "Well." Jim flexed his arms. "What?" Artemus refastened his top button and sat back down. "You're cuffed. This is too much like work. Just forget it. We'll do this later, no cuffs." "Artie! You can't get me hard and say forget it!" Jim moved quickly to straddle Artemus on the chair. "Come on, have mercy." Artemus placed his spread hands on Jim's chest. "I would if I could, but it seems that I can't." Jim lowered his head and kissed Artemus. They lingered over it. Jim nibbled and sucked. Artemus shut his eyes and fingered Jim's nipples. Tongues chased, lips met and parted. "How ya doing down there?" "I'm up, I'm up," said Artemus. He opened his eyes, groaned, and released Jim's chest. "Or maybe not." "You shouldn't have opened your eyes." Jim got off Artemus and turned around. "Take them off." Silence. Artemus gripped Jim's hands in his own and stood up behind Jim, kissing the back of Jim's neck and trailing down the muscular slope. "Artie, take them off." "Na, let's give it another minute. My cock may change its mind." Artemus kissed back up and bit Jim lightly on the neck. Lick, bite, and kiss. "Nope, not gonna happen." "This was your idea!" Jim squeezed Artemus' hands. "This is just like the time you thought making love in a barn would be fun, and then you did nothing but complain about your hay fever." "I was sneezing my brains out." Artemus lifted his tightly gripped hands. Jim leaned forward slightly. "Knees, please." Jim dropped immediately. A small smile forced dimples to appear. "Getting hard?" "I might if you'd quit asking," said Artemus. "Maybe I should find you a gag." Jim laughed and spread his knees to arch his back. "I'm still hard." "You're always hard-headed, one end or the other." Artemus released Jim's hands. "I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning." Jim cursed. Artemus laughed and pushed through the connecting door. Jim got to his feet and fumbled in the desk for the key. He couldn't find it. His shirt fluttered about his arms. "Damn it, Artemus," snarled Jim. He went through to the front of the varnish car. "I'm gonna beat on you awhile and smile." Artemus laughed. He was lying on the bed, naked. "You're not really angry." "Little you know," said Jim. "Remove these cuffs or I'll see you in front of a firing squad." "Oh, now I'm really scared." Artemus put the back of his hand on his forehead. "I may swoon." Jim threw himself on Artemus. He grabbed hold and slid his hands down Jim's arms. The cuffs dropped off. The shirt was next. Jim took Artemus' wrists and forced his arms over his head. Artemus arched and wrapped a leg around Jim. "You did this on purpose to get me angry," said Jim. "Why would I tease you? It's really not in my best interest." Artemus jabbed Jim in the stomach. "Definitely unwise." "You love to play with fire," said Jim. "Leave your arms there." Artemus nodded. Jim fumbled out of his boots and trousers. Brown eyes watched. Pants hit the floor. Artemus brought his arms down fast, wrapped Jim in a bear hug, and tried to roll them over. Jim slipped out of the hold. "You never follow orders." "Neither do you." Artemus got a grip on Jim's ass and tried to get on top. "I'm more honest about it." "I love following orders," said Jim. He wiggled and used his legs to leverage himself up. "Especially yours." "Then lie down and beg for it, baby." Artemus made a last ditch effort to get behind Jim. "That's an order." "No, Artie, you're going about it all wrong." Jim twisted. "On your belly, Private!" Artemus stopped fighting and got on his belly, fast. Jim covered him, caressing, and kissing. "That wasn't fair," said Artemus. "I spent too much time as a private." "That was an order," said Jim. He bit and sucked. "I was sure you'd remember." Artemus grumbled. Jim grinned and reached behind to fondle him. "Excuse me, Jim, but my groin is pressed into those cuffs. Can you get up a minute?" "Sure, Artie, I'm sorry," said Jim. He pulled off Artemus, who surged up. Artemus pressed Jim to the mattress and cuffed his hands back behind him. "That's cheating!" Artemus held Jim's arms and kissed him. Hard. Jim groaned and thrust his cock. Chest to chest, their bodies molded together. Pushing, driving, they moved. Artemus ground their groins together. Jim struggled. They orgasmed. It shot up between them, mixing. Artemus breathed hard. Jim gasped and grunted. "The cuffs worked out, after all," said Artemus. "Why do I always feel like I've been manipulated?" Jim laughed and collapsed boneless into Artemus. "I am completely innocent of all charges." Artemus released Jim's hands again. "That was fun." "You like dressing up as a woman, don't you, Artie?" "That won't work, Jim," said Artemus. He held Jim close. "But, yeah." "Why don't you slip into that sexy skirt you wore last week, and we'll have some more fun?" Artemus grinned. "You're a sick man, Jim." ******* The End |
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