5 Card Stud

by ALF

The guys belong to Paramount, we're just having fun. Here's hoping the DVDs are announced soon!

This story is a direct sequel to Katana's story "Punishment" which can be found at her site http://xtremets.tripod.com/
Please read the warnings there before you read any of her stories. This story is produced with her full permission.

This story contains spanking, enemas, sex toys, multiple partners, bdsm. I think that's everything. But if there's any chance you're gonna be squicked, don't read!


The poker game had been in session for a while and Jim was feeling pretty pleased with himself. He was winning big time, much to the disgust of the rest of the MC detectives and it's Captain, Simon Banks.

"At least it's not Sandburg cleaning you out," Jim pointed out with a satisfied smirk.

"Where is the kid anyway?" Simon enquired. "I thought you said he'd be joining us this evening."

"I said he might, Simon," Jim said with a shrug. He knew for a fact that there was no chance of Blair joining their game. Not without someone finding the grad student first. And to do that, they'd need an excuse to go into the little room under the stairs, which was supposed to be his roommate's bedroom.

Just then, the current hand came to a conclusion, with Joel winning for the first time. Simon took the opportunity to make a bathroom visit, while Jim fetched more beer and snacks.

As the Captain walked back from the bathroom, something, either a noise or movement, from behind the curtain covering the doorway to the tiny bedroom caught his attention and he moved towards the entrance, curious, knowing the room was supposed to be empty. He swept aside the curtain, and the sight that greeted him made him catch his breath, even as his groin tightened at the vision before him.

Blair was still bent over the stand, ankles and wrists bound together, reddened ass with a dildo lodged deep inside pointing straight at Simon. He walked forward into the room, unconsciously licking his lips at the sight presented to him. Then he suddenly realized what he was seeing and what that meant.

"Ellison!" he bellowed. "Get your ass in here, right now!"

Jim blanched as he realized what the Captain's shout meant. He had had his head in the fridge, collecting beer bottles and hadn't heard Simon's move into the bedroom. Jim carefully set down the bottles he was holding and walked round the kitchen island towards the hall mechanically, dreading what was going to happen next. Curious at the shout and Jim's reaction to it, the other Detectives followed Jim down the hall, crowding in the doorway of the room as Jim walked in to stand beside his boss.

"What the hell is going on here?" Simon demanded, moving to where he could see Blair's face, gasping as he saw the ball gag lodged in the anthropologist's mouth. He bent to remove the offending item, stopping only at Jim's sharp call to him.

"Don't!" Jim said anxiously.

"Jim...." Simon began, then trailed off when he saw his best Detective's face, and stepped back hastily. Ellison looked like a jaguar on the warpath.

"No one touches him but me, unless Blair gives his permission," Jim said sharply. He knelt in front of the anthropologist, who was red in a blush of embarrassment and humiliation at being found like this. Jim noticed that the musk of his partner's pheromones, which told him that at least a part of Blair was turned on by this as well. Stroking the grad student's face tenderly, he carefully removed the gag from Blair's mouth, rubbing his jaw to ease the cramped muscles, which had been held in the same position for a long time.

Blair worked his jaw carefully, easing the pain, then gratefully sucked in some water through the straw in the glass Jim held up to him. "Thanks," he whispered when Jim took the glass away.

"S'okay, Pet," Jim said.

Blair nodded faintly, then lifted his head to where he could see the still-pissed Simon hovering at Jim's shoulder like the proverbial avenging angel. "This is consensual, Simon," he said clearly and firmly.

"Consensual?" Simon spluttered in surprise.

"Let me explain, Pet," Jim said, giving Blair a kiss to his still-aching jaw. Blair nodded agreement. Looking at both Simon and the other Detectives who continued to watch from the doorway, Jim spoke. "This is how Blair is punished for yesterday," he explained. "He needed some downtime and to make up for what he did and this is one of the ways that we agreed he could do that. Left to his own devices, he would just carry on as before, learning nothing, until he pushed himself too far. This way, I remind him how important down time is and punish him for breaking the rules at the same time."

Simon looked skeptical still, but Blair was nodding vigorously in agreement with what Jim had said, so he had no choice but to accept it as the truth.

"All right, Ellison, I'll accept what you're saying on condition that you let me take my turn at punishing your partner's ass."

Jim gaped at that and started to object hotly. A full-force glare from Simon meant that the protest died unspoken. "I'm the Captain here, remember?" Banks pointed out. "That means I have as much right to punish one of the men under my command as you had when you were in the Rangers. I know you're his partner, but I'm his boss."

Blair spoke up. "I accept," he told both men.

"On two conditions," Jim said flatly. "This stays inside this room and it's a one-time thing only."

Simon nodded. "Agreed."

"What about us?" Taggert spoke up. "What incentive are we getting to keep quiet here."

"My ass or mouth," Blair said immediately. "Your choice, but one or the other, one time only. That goes for Simon too."

Jim looked a little shocked by this turn of events, but the reassuring look his partner sent him, convinced him it was okay. The other detectives agreed quickly and Jim could see they were all getting turned on by the prospect of a turn with his partner's body. He crossed to the drawer and got out a leather paddle, handing it to Simon, who took it and gave a couple of practice swings, nodding in approval as he did so.

Jim crossed to stand in front of his partner, while Simon took up a position at his rear. Rafe, Brown and Taggert all moved to where they would be able to see what was happening as well. Simon lifted his arm high and then, without hesitation, brought it, and the paddle, down hard, smacking right across the dildo that was still deep in the anthropologist's ass. Blair opened his mouth to scream, but before the sound could escape, Jim was shoving his hastily freed erection into his partner's mouth, grunting in approval as Blair swallowed half his length.

The watching detectives let out various sounds of surprise at the size of Jim's cock and approval at the sight of Blair working to take the full length into his mouth. Simon continued to rain hard swats onto the upturned ass in front of him, grunting in approval at the rapidly darkening flesh.

The paddling continued for several minutes, Simon's audience masturbating enthusiastically as they watched. Finally, Simon could stand it no longer. He wrenched the dildo from Blair's body and rammed his hastily lubed cock between the cheeks, filling Blair hard and fast. The spasming muscles worked his cock, making Simon moan as he thrust deeply into the hot ass, feeling the passage milk him of his orgasm in almost no time. At the same time, Jim shoved his cock into Blair's throat and felt his completion surge from him, shuddering and moaning in approval.

Finally, the two men withdrew from the grad student's body, shaking with the aftermath of powerful orgasm. Blair was shaking as well, reacting to being well used by two men at once. Come dribbled from both his mouth and ass, unnoticed by those watching. Rafe and Brown supported the Captain and his lead detective as Joel, by unspoken agreement moved to take his turn.

Seconds later, Joel was plunging deep into Sandburg's ass, making the other man moan and wiggle a little, as he was invaded by yet another huge cock. It seemed all of Major Crime was well hung. They were warming him up nicely for Jim, who was the biggest of them all.

H couldn't resist the glimpse of Blair's full mouth and reddened lips, partially hidden by the veil of curls hanging down. He stepped in front of the observer and Blair opened his mouth wide to allow H to fill it, deep throating him smoothly, in a move that spoke of long practice with this particular maneuver. The detective grunted and immediately set up a fast, hard pace, thrusting relentlessly into Blair's throat, loving the feel of the lips and teeth working on his flesh. Sandburg was grunting in approval as well, deep in his chest, enjoying being used so casually and ruthlessly by the two men.

It didn't take long for either of the two detectives to come, and come hard and then they were staggering away from the anthropologist to lean against the wall as they recovered. Rafe eagerly moved forward, ready to take his turn with Sandburg, filling the mouth so recently used by his partner. Jim suddenly reappeared in the small room, surprising the other detectives, who hadn't notice him leave. He held what was readily apparent as an enema kit in his hands, and not a little disposable one either. This was a full size one, like that used in medical procedures.

He put the kit on a small card table next to Blair and tutted as he looked at the come dripping from his partner's red, slick hole. "Look at this," he said in a tone of fastidious disapproval. "How am I supposed to fuck him when he's so full that he's dripping?"

Unsure if they were meant to reply, the other detectives kept quiet, looking at each other a little warily. Jim, however, had apparently been speaking rhetorically, as he didn't look at them, instead, continuing to fuss over his equipment. Taking the end of the tube, he lubed it thoroughly, before sliding it into his partner's loose channel. He placed the bag onto a convenient hook on one of the uprights holding the platform Sandburg was tethered to and then undid the clip holding the tube closed.

As Rafe continued to enthusiastically fuck his partner's mouth, Jim eased the anthropologist through the slow filling of his insides with the warm water. As Rafe finally came with a shout, Jim removed the tube from Blair's ass, immediately replacing it with a large, well-lubed butt plug.

Joel helped Rafe away from the partners, watching as Jim crossed to the large chest of drawers in the corner of the room again. This time, he returned with a riding crop, the sight of which made the other detectives shudder.

"Uh, Jim," Simon started to speak uncertainly, but was ignored by Ellison, who crouched down in front of his partner's face.

"Look at me, Pet," he crooned softly. Blair's head came up slowly, until he was looking into Jim's eyes. "You've been a good boy, so far," Jim said. "You took all those big cocks without complaining, which was very good, but I still have to finish punishing you for yesterday, don't I?"

Blair nodded. "Yes, Master," he whispered. Jim nodded as well.

"And when I'm done, Pet, I'll fill you to the brim with my cock, just like I did earlier, and if you're very good, I'll let you come as well," Jim promised, running a hand tenderly through his partner's disheveled curls. Blair whimpered and pressed up into the touch. Jim chuckled. "Such a sensualist," he purred. Then he straightened and walked around his partner, to his ass. Without so much as a word of warning, he raised his arm and brought the crop down hard on the anthropologist's reddened ass.

The crack it made on contact made the other men in the room jump in surprise. None of them moved to leave or protest though, they were riveted by the spectacle in front of them. Jim raised and lowered the crop a round dozen times, each one leaving a welt on Sandburg's ass. Finished, Jim dropped the crop to one side, before running sensitive fingertips across the marked skin in front of him, making Blair gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure at the feeling.

Satisfied, Jim released his partner and helped him stumble to the bathroom to complete the enema. Afterwards, Jim ran a warm cloth across his partner's ass and thighs, cleaning up the dried semen left on his body. Then he returned them to the room under their bedroom and fastened Blair into place on the platform again.

Two fingers probed his partner's cleft briefly, then Jim replaced them with his cock in one hard thrust, making the observer shout at the feeling of being so thoroughly and quickly filled. Their audience continued to watch, jacking themselves again, at the sight of the anthropologist being taken by the massive cock.

The Sentinel took his time fucking his mate, enjoying the feeling of the tight, hot channel surrounding his dick and the heat rising from the marked ass he was possessing so completely. His Guide was keeping up a steady litany of moans, pants and gasps at the workout his already sensitive ass was getting, loving as always the feeling of being taken by his warrior.

Finally, feeling the inevitable approach of his orgasm, Jim reached down and released his lover's cock from the ring that had been holding it all evening. "Come for me, Pet," he ordered, thrusting even harder into his lover's body, until he stopped, in as deeply as he could manage and shuddered through his climax, feeling Blair shake through his own release at the same time. Spent and exhausted, he collapsed over his lover's back, not hearing the hiss of pain as his jeans came into contact with Blair's marked ass.

When he managed to pull himself together again, he withdrew carefully from his partner, then quickly undid Blair's bonds. Helping his partner to his feet, he checked him over to make sure the prolonged period of restraint hadn't done any damage to his partner.

"I'm okay, man," Blair managed to say, holding on tightly to Jim all the while.

Jim kissed his forehead. "You're great," he agreed. "How about a shower to clean up?"

"Sure," Blair nodded in agreement. Jim turned to tell the others that they wouldn't be long, only to find them gone. He frowned in puzzlement, not having heard them leave and went out to the kitchen. A note lay on the table next to a pile of money.

Jim, these are your winnings for the evening and the contents of the pot from that last, interrupted hand. We figured you and the kid had earned it. Thanks for a great night, we'll see you Monday.

The note wasn't signed, but Simon's handwriting was unmistakable. "Guess they decided to go home, huh?" Blair asked from behind him.

"Guess so, Chief," Jim replied. "Now how about that shower and then bed? I don't about you but I'm done in."

Blair chuckled. "Me too, Big Guy," he agreed, leading the way back to the bathroom. "Me too." He turned to his lover at the doorway. "Thanks for a great evening, Jim."

Jim grinned. "Thanks for going along with it, Chief," he responded, pecking Blair's nose, then putting an arm around his partner as he led him to the shower, looking forward to cuddling up under the sheets with him, glad that it was the weekend, which meant they could sleep in tomorrow.


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