Thanks to Tamy for the read through and comments from those on Andi's AllTalk on part of this. This is for you, Tamy, for all the hassle you've had recently
The J/m in this is a flashback to Jim at 18. Contains spanking, enemas, bondage, fisting and bestiality. No spirit guides though.
"All right, J J," Blair spoke in the low, hypnotic tone he always used in these situations. "You know what's going to happen here, and you're okay with it, right?"
Jim nodded acquiescence. "Good," Blair crooned to him. "That's good. Take off your pants and boxers, but leave your boots on to protect your feet. Lean against the middle rail of the fence and spread your legs as wide as you can."
Blair watched with satisfaction as Jim complied with his instructions. Soon, Jim stood, upper body braced against the wood, legs widespread, showing the large butt plug imbedded in his ass, the position he was in lifting his ass high in the air. Blair gave a little gasp of pleasure and couldn't resist a quick, rough stroke to his cock at the sight in front of him. He stripped off his outer shirt and went to drape it over the fence in front of Jim.
"Don't want you get splinters in your cock, man," he whispered. "That would kill the mood." Jim merely nodded in mute agreement and spread his legs a tiny bit more, making Blair chuckle.
"Slut," he said affectionately, slapping the nearest butt cheek. "Don't worry, even you will be satisfied after having this cock shoved up your ass." He gave Jim a thorough kiss, relaxing the Sentinel still further. Then he casually ripped the butt plug free, making Jim shudder at the feeling. However, he kept silent.
Blair nodded approval. Jim had taken that lesson to heart well. He ran a finger along Jim's collar, just visible under the neck of the shirt he wore. "Good, J J," he said. "Keep up like that and you'll get a wonderful reward later." He ran a finger down Jim's back and circled his hole, making Jim quiver in anticipation.
Two cool, lube covered fingers plunged inside Jim, avoiding his prostate, checking how loose and open he was. Before he really knew what was happening, they were gone again.
"Are you ready, J J?" Blair asked softly. Jim nodded; he was more than ready for this to happen. Blair nodded as well; sensing that delaying any further would just kill the mood. He turned to the third participant in this little scene he'd prepared and went to lead him forward.
The large black stallion moved forward at Blair's urging, stepping up to Jim's back. He rose to his hind legs and rested his front legs on the top rail of the fence. His penis was already erect and gleaming and he needed little encouragement from Blair to move forward. Jim spread his own cheeks, exposing his loose, glistening hole. As the cock began to slide into him, Jim couldn't help the tiny whimper that came from him. In that instant, he understood exactly what was meant by the phrase "hung like a horse". Wanting to enjoy this experience, though, and wanting to please Blair at the same time, he clamped his jaw against the pain and forced himself to relax and take the huge phallus as it entered him relentlessly. He could vaguely hear Blair crooning words of encouragement, though whether they were aimed at him or the horse, or even both of them he had no idea. He concentrated on what he was feeling, knowing Blair would ask him about it in detail later, wanting to compare Jim's experience with his own sessions with the stallion.
As the cock slid deeper into Jim, it teased against his prostate, making him gasp, the pain he had felt earlier lost in the wave of pleasure as he was stimulated. Finally, the horse stopped, his cock could go no further. Then he was withdrawing again and the pressure on Jim's prostate returned. Jim closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensations buffeting his body, simply feeling, enjoying the pounding he was taking and knowing his ass would be sore for days afterwards.
His climax, when it finally came, overtook him completely, causing his dials to spin out of control as his senses went haywire from the intensity of the stimulation. He let the fence he was leaning on take his full weight as he came in hard spurts over the shirt Blair had hung in front of him. He felt the spasms of the stallion as it came as well, and felt a vague sense of satisfaction as he was filled with its hot come.
Blair had watched with satisfaction and pleasure the hot sight of his partner getting it good from the large black horse. He masturbated himself, pulling roughly at his cock as he took in the sight of the large cock splitting Jim open, thrusting into him relentlessly. As he saw first Jim, and then the stallion, come, he came himself, milking his cock quickly, knowing he had to be ready for the horse's withdrawal from Jim's body.
When the horse slowly backed away, finally resting on all four legs again, Blair was there to grab the single rope that he wore and lead him away to his stall, feeding him an apple as they moved, petting his neck and whispering reward and encouragement to him for his performance. Then he returned to his Sentinel, to do the same for him.
"I'm putting the plug back in," he murmured in Jim's ear and saw the nod of agreement. They had discussed exactly what would happen during the scene beforehand, so that they were both prepared and knew what to expect at each point.
Once the plug was again seated in Jim's sensitive channel, holding him open in readiness for the next stage, Blair helped him back into his boxers and jeans. He quickly placed his come-covered shirt into a waiting plastic bag to carry back to the house. An arm around Jim's waist supported the detective for the walk; he was still shaky from coming so hard.
Blair made no attempt to talk to Jim, knowing from experience that Jim was still processing what had happened. The time for conversation would be tomorrow. For now, he wanted to get Jim cleaned up and the both of them into bed.
Once back at the house, Blair led the still shaky detective to the bathroom and stripped him quickly, tossing the clothes into a corner. The enema kit was sitting on the side, ready to be used. Blair was much more careful when he removed the plug this time, knowing how sore and sensitive Jim was from the hard fucking he had received. As he replaced the plug with the well-lubed tube, he watched come seeping down Jim's thighs with a certain amount of satisfaction. It had taken a lot of persuading to get Jim to agree to this, mainly because he had to get beyond the cop's instinct that what had just happened was illegal. However, he had sensed there was more to it than that, but when prodded Jim had denied it. But Blair knew that in time, he'd get the answer from his Sentinel, he just had to be patient.
For now, Blair concentrated on filling Jim with the warm water and herb mixture of the enema. Then he carefully inserted a clean plug into Jim. All through his ministrations, the Sentinel stood quiescent, accepting Blair's directions quietly and docilely. Blair moved around in front of the other man and started to stroke his cock gently with a light touch. Jim's eyes fluttered closed, but he stood accepting the attention in silence, as he had been trained. The anthropologist gracefully knelt in front of his pet and took the half hard cock in his mouth, licking and sucking it to work it to full hardness.
Jim could no longer stay quiet, small moans and whimpers spilling from his lips as he felt the warmth of his master's mouth on his flesh, making it throb as it filled and lengthened. Blair let the cock slip free of his mouth, moving his attentions to the soft skin of Jim's balls, hanging full and heavy. A hand replaced his mouth on the cock, stroking firmly. When Blair sensed that release was near, he stopped and quickly slipped a cock ring in place, Jim making a noise of protest as he did so, earning himself a stinging slap to the ass.
He then stood and maneuvered Jim over to the toilet. Removing the butt plug, he urged Jim to sit so that he could void the water from his body. Once Blair was satisfied that he had finished, Jim was urged to his feet and led outside to the hot tub on the porch, which was already filled with steaming, bubbly water. Jim stepped in carefully and settled down in the water, enjoying the soothing feeling of it lapping against his skin.
Looking up, Jim spoke hesitantly. "Master, I'd like to," he paused. "I want to," he paused again, frustrated, not sure how to broach his request.
"What is it, Jim?" Blair asked encouragingly.
Jim looked a little surprised at that and Blair knelt next to the tub, stroking Jim's hair reassuringly. "We're not in a scene right now, Jim," he explained, "and I get the feeling you probably need Blair the lover more than you need Blair the master right now."
Jim nodded. "I need to tell you about my first time," he finally said.
"Okay," Blair agreed. He quickly stripped his clothes off and climbed into the tub next to Jim, who immediately moved over and settled in the comforting circle of his lover's arms.
"You know I went to that military academy when I turned sixteen," Jim began. Blair nodded and hummed in agreement. "Well, the guy who ran the place was really keen on the whole officer and a gentleman concept and all the trappings he believed went with that, including knowing stuff like fencing and archery, plus horse riding."
Jim paused. "I loved riding the horses, the master, Mr. Jarrod, said I was a natural."
Jim remembered his first time, on the day of his 18th birthday. He had been in his usual corner of the stables, studying Darkling in his stall, remembering what it had been like to see the stallion mount a mare, wondering what it would be like for him. He'd known for a long time that he was different, preferred men to girls. But so far he had done nothing about it beyond fantasize.
That day, standing in the stable, fisting his cock, remembering the stallion, he fantasized about taking a cock up his ass. He had experimented with a couple of fingers a few times, knew how good that felt, wondered how much better the real thing would be. He hadn't heard Mr. Jarrod, the riding teacher, approach and had jumped in shock when he'd heard his teacher's voice in his ear.
He'd turned, bright red with humiliation and embarrassment, the latter compounded by the fact that his cock remained hard against his belly. But Mr. Jarrod had done none of the things he'd expected. Instead, he'd spoken quietly, seemingly knowing exactly what was going through Jim's mind.
Jim had managed to close his pants long enough for the trip to Mr. Jarrod's rooms over the stables.
"You know I have to punish you," the teacher said regretfully.
Jim nodded, face burning again.
"Answer me," the teacher ordered firmly.
"Yes sir," Jim said dully.
A hand stroked his face and lifted his chin, so he could see the teacher's eyes. "I'll make it good for you," he told Jim. "Take the punishment well and I'll give you something afterwards that I'm sure you'll enjoy."
Jim had no idea what he meant by that, but nodded agreement anyway. "Yes sir," he repeated dutifully.
"Good lad," the teacher told him approvingly. He turned a dining room chair from the small table in the corner and seated himself on it. "Drop your pants and shorts and lie over my lap," he ordered.
"Sir?" Jim stammered, shocked.
"Do it," this time the voice had the whipcrack of authority he was used to hearing from his father and he moved to obey without even thinking about what he was doing.
He settled himself carefully over the teacher's lap and felt an arm brace across his back.
"Why are we here?" he was asked.
"Because I was out of bounds," Jim replied.
"Why else?"
"Uh," Jim hesitated, embarrassed again, unsure how to answer.
A series of hard swats were suddenly delivered to his ass, making him jerk and cry out in surprise. "Why else are you being punished?" the demand came again.
"Be-because I was masturbating," Jim hazarded what he thought the teacher wanted to hear.
He was rewarded with a further series of blows to his stinging, reddened ass. "Good," this time the voice was warm with approval. Then a hand rubbed at his sore flesh. "Why were you doing it?"
Jim didn't think his face could get any ready than it already had, but apparently he was wrong. "I was thinking about Darkling mounting the mare," he confessed.
The next volley of smacks was less of a surprise and he managed to hold still and quiet, earning him more praise. "You'd like a cock up your ass, wouldn't you?" The conversational tone surprised Jim.
"Yes sir," he admitted quietly. The final flurry of blows was even harder and he couldn't help the gasps that escaped him. Then it was over, and a hand was rubbing his ass again.
"Would you like me to fuck you?" Mr. Jarrod asked the teenager draped over his lap, admiring the red flesh of the muscular ass in front of him, growing hard at the thought of taking this particular cherry.
"Yes sir," Jim blurted out, unable to stop himself.
"Good," his teacher purred, moving his stroking hand up under Jim's T-shirt to caress the back beneath. He continued the massage for a few minutes, making Jim almost boneless with relaxation beneath him. But both were aware of the hardness caught between the riding master's thighs.
"Get up," Jarrod finally said, helping Jim to his feet. "Let's get a little more comfortable."
He led the way to his bedroom, and the king size bed that dominated the small room. Jim felt self-conscious as he walked along behind, still wearing just his T-shirt, hard cock bobbing in the cooler air of the room.
The teacher turned back to him. He ran his hands up Jim's chest, caressing the skin, rubbing the nipples to hardness. His hands moved higher, stripping off the shirt, letting it drop to the floor.
"Lie on the bed," he ordered softly. Jim shivered as he obeyed the command in the tone. He lay on the bed, watching as his teacher stripped quickly, but gracefully. When he finally saw the older man naked, he gulped a little at the size of the erect cock that was uncovered, suddenly more than a little apprehensive.
"Don't be frightened," Jarrod said as he joined Jim on the bed. "This is going to be so good, Jimmy, you'll love it."
He began to run his hands over Jim's body again, caresses that aroused Jim in a way nothing had before. He couldn't help the small cries and noises he made as his body was stroked and fondled. His cock was taken in one capable hand and stroked slowly, making him arch his back and cry out again at the feeling of someone else's hand touching him for the first time.
"Spread your legs," Jarrod ordered in that quiet voice again and Jim hurriedly obeyed. He had his eyes squeezed closed, lost in what he was feeling. A touch at his asshole snapped them open in surprise.
He felt cool slickness rubbing around his opening. Then the tip of the finger slid inside and he moaned at the unexpected feeling, spreading his legs further. Jarrod hummed appreciatively at that and moved the finger deeper inside, at the same time keeping up his light, unhurried stroking of Jim's cock. Jim closed his eyes again and relaxed into the sensations he was experiencing for the first time.
A second and then a third finger was added to the first, moving slowly, taking time to stretch him thoroughly. The movement inside him was accompanied now by Jarrod's mouth on his cock, sucking and licking at him, again startling him into opening his eyes. But again he quickly relaxed into the feeling.
Then the sucking intensified, and combined with a sensation deep inside him that caused an exclamation of pleasure. It was immediately repeated and before he knew it, Jim was coming and something hot and hard and bigger than even three fingers had been, was pushing against his hole, penetrating him. He arched his back and cried out at the unexpected pain.
As his come was expertly milked from his softening cock, he felt the teacher's hard length pushing inside him. As the release of orgasm relaxed him, he was able to take the penetration. The pain gradually lessened, aided by another stroke over what he dimly realized must be his prostate.
The fucking was slow, but steady. Jarrod enjoyed the experience of deflowering the virgins under his care, but he was always as kind and gentle as possible with those he treated to this experience, wanting them to know how good two men could be together. Wanting them to have the pleasure of being filled and expertly taken, so that it was something that they never forgot and would hopefully want to repeat again.
He had a feeling that Ellison was definitely going to be doing this again. Regretfully Jarrod would not get another chance, as Jim was leaving in two days to begin his basic training. But both would always have this memory, so Jarrod wanted it to be one his student could cherish.
Finally though, the inevitable could be delayed no longer. His thrusts became shorter, harder, deeper, until finally he was coming hard, filling the condom, watching come splatter Jim's chest as he came for a second time. The joys of youth included great powers of recovery.
When he was soft, he pulled out gently, lowering Jim's legs from his shoulders to the bed, placing a kiss on one knee as he did so.
"Thank you sir," Jim murmured softly.
That earned him a smile and a kiss to the forehead as Jarrod settled beside him. "The pleasure was mine, Jimmy," he said fondly. He glanced at his clock. "I'm afraid you will have to shower and leave now," he told his student. "It's nearly dinner time and you cannot afford to be missed."
"Yes sir," Jim sighed. He rose reluctantly, picking up his T-shirt from the floor and giving a shake to remove the worst of the wrinkles.
"Jimmy?" He turned back to his teacher, who still lounged on the bed. "Happy birthday."
Jim gave a dazzling smile, the one that broke hearts. "Thank you, sir," he said and turned and left the room.
"Wow," Blair mumbled the word into Jim's ear. "That was one hell of a story, Jim."
Jim moved his head enough to see Blair's face and saw the lust shining in his eyes, but saw the love there as well. He shrugged slightly. "Yeah, well, it was hardly true love or anything," he said deprecatingly.
"But still, he was good to you," Blair pointed out. "He took care of you, made sure you had a good time."
Jim shrugged again. "A guy in my unit at Basic told me it was the sort of thing Jarrod did all the time."
"At least it was better than a drunken fumble," Blair said.
"I thought you were making that story up," Jim looked up again, surprised.
Blair shook his head. "No, man, every word was true."
"So you did it with a guy who was practically your brother?"
It was Blair's turn to shrug. "We had been there about six months, Naomi and Graham's dad were getting on okay and I had a serious jones for Graham, not least because he actually treated me half way decently, despite being so much older. It was hero worship, not love."
"So he took advantage of that by getting you drunk and fucking you!" Jim protested, Blessed Protector instincts on full alert.
"Jim, chill man," Blair pulled his partner back to into his arms. "It was a long time ago and I got over it."
Jim grumbled a bit, then subsided again. "And I've got you now, J J," Blair whispered, running a hand across the detective's chest, one finger stroking the collar Jim still wore, and the skin beneath it. Jim purred, panther spirit very much in evidence, rubbing his head against his lover's chest, enjoying the feel of the hair there on his skin.
"You made me very happy today, J J," Blair said, his other hand going to stroke Jim's cock, while he rubbed his own erection against the Sentinel's hip. "I understand now why you reacted the way you did when I mentioned this."
Jim moaned deeply, arching into the caresses Blair was giving him. "How do you want me to reward you?" Blair asked in that deep, almost hypnotic voice, making Jim shudder in his arms.
"Su-suck me, please," Jim stuttered.
Blair smiled. "Your wish is my command," he mumbled, moving down Jim's body with light kisses and sucking bites, marking the pale skin. Reaching Jim's cock, he wasted no time in swallowing his lover deep, deciding this needed to be hard and fast so that they could get some rest. He worked Jim's cock mercilessly, licking, sucking, and scraping his teeth lightly over the skin, until his partner's orgasm was imminent. Then he undid the cock ring and worked his throat muscles, making Jim come with a scream, swallowing his lover's come, and stroking his stomach to ease him through the aftershocks. He felt his own orgasm building and rubbed his cock hard, pulling his release out of him, then subsided, panting hard.
Once he had his breath back, he encouraged Jim up and out of the water and into the house, wrapping thick robes around them as they made their way to the bedroom they were using. They collapsed exhausted across the bed, tangling their limbs and falling asleep almost instantly, sated and spent from their activities.
"Tell me how it felt, Jim," Blair was using that hypnotic command voice again, but even so Jim moved restlessly on the bed, testing his bonds.
"Blaaair," he moaned, writhing under his lover's sure touch.
"Tell me, Jim," Blair insisted. He twisted his fingers again, scraping across his partner's prostate, making Jim wail at the sensation. "Tell me how it felt to be mounted by that stallion, to have that huge cock inside you, fucking you relentlessly. Tell me." This time, the command was accompanied by a hard slap to Jim's ass and he cried out again.
"It, it, was incredible," Jim finally said, panting hard at the sensations coursing through his pleasure-wracked body. "He was so huge, bigger than anything I've taken before. It filled me completely. It was hot," he finally admitted. "It made me feel good, knowing you were there watching me take it." The words came out on harsh breaths, squeezed from Jim reluctantly.
Blair rewarded him with another hard stroke across his prostate, another slap to his ass. Then the fingers were withdrawing, coming back with a fourth, and then the thumb, and filling him full. Jim cried out at the filling.
"Not as good as this, never as good as being filled by you," he panted, moaning as his lover rubbed his prostate again. His cock was dripping pre-cum steadily, soaking the leather that covered it. Despite the restraint, he was going to come soon.
"It was good seeing you like that," Blair admitted. "You were so hot, being held down like that, submitting to the stallion's power over you. Almost as good as when you submit to me, James." His arm moved deeper into Jim, then withdrew, then thrust in again quickly. He knew Jim was on the verge of coming explosively and knew he couldn't deny his lover any longer. Blair untied the cock glove and removed it, then pulled his arm back and as he pushed back in again, rubbed hard over Jim's prostate, keeping a steady pressure on it. Jim threw back his head, arched his back and screamed as he came, come flooding out of him in steady streams that soaked the sheets beneath him. Blair eased him through it, until he collapsed, exhausted, uncaring of the huge wet spot beneath him.
Blair untied Jim, then moved him gently, lovingly wiping him clean, settling him onto a dry spot in the bed. "Love you," Jim whispered, unable to find the strength to say or do more.
"Love you too," Blair said, kissing him on the forehead softly.
"What about you?" Jim mumbled, finding the energy from somewhere to open his eyes.
Blair grinned at him, settling against Jim's side and pulling the covers over them. "Came when you did," he admitted. "You were so hot like that."
"Oh." The monosyllable was followed by a snore, making Blair smile again. Resting his head against Jim's shoulder, he too succumbed to sleep.