Title: Fun
Author: Luna "Tic" Vee
Feedback: Druidess@msn.com
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, Jay torture (a genre in itself), and PsychoBob
Summary: Bondage fun. Poor Jay. *giggle*
Disclaimer: I own diddly squat. Jay and Silent Bob are property of
Kevin Smith, View Askew, Miramax, and the Martians that live in
Scott Mosier's left ear.
Spoilers: No sir.
Archive: Sure.

***

"Fuck, Lunchbox..." Jay moaned. He lay sprawled out on his stomach
on their bed, naked as the day he was born. Sheets were kicked to
the floor on all sides, and pillows were strewn about. He was 
writhing
in pure unadulterated pleasure, as his beloved, Bob, assailed him
with a flurry of soft touches from large, gentle hands to his back. 
"Holy fuck, how did you learn this?" Jay murmured, his eyelids
fluttering as he tried to stay awake.

The large man's touches were too much, his body relaxed too far, and
he fell into a nice, soft, peaceful slumber, still writhing a bit as 
Silent
Bob finished up.

Bob grinned. This was going to be fun.

***

Jay's eyes fluttered open as he let out a sleepy moan. What
happened? "Must've fallen asleep," he mumbled, and went to roll off
the bed and get dressed, maybe play some Pong.

Clink. Jay was held fast in place.

"What the fuck?" Jay cried, snapping awake. He found himself still on
his stomach, but now manacled to the bedposts by the wrists and
ankles. His knees were tied with nylon rope, which was in turn tied 
to
the dressers on either side of the room, holding his legs open. He
whimpered. Jay didn't like this turn of events. Naked, prone, and
confused. And where the hell was that tubby bitch of his?

Rustle...rustle...rustle...

Jay jumped, hearing rustling from across the room. "Lunchbox?" he
squeaked, frightened at how meek his own voice had become.

Bob poked his head up from behind the dirty clothes hamper. He
cocked an eyebrow at the squirming blonde, a smirk written across
his face.

"It was you. You tubby bitch! What's the deal with tyin' me up `n'
shit?! Scared the fuckin' hell outta me! This isn't the most
comfortable fuckin' position, you know! How the hell did you manage
to do this without waking me up? What the hell was in that massage
oil? How long have I been out? What the hell you doin' over there? 
You better not have already busted a nut in me before I woke up! 
What, am I some kinda sex toy for you now? The fuck--" Jay's rant
was cut short as Bob stepped over the hamper and promptly stuffed a
ball gag in his mouth and fastened it in the back.

Bob grinned and stood there, looking Jay over. He himself wore only
his trench and a greedy grin, as he took in the sight of the pale,
squirming beauty below. He was gonna have fun tonight. In fact, he
was already getting stiff at the thought. "Mmm..." He traced a few
random patterns on Jay's pale back, making the slight boy arch,
welcoming the touches. This was just too good.

Jay gulped and looked back at his lover. He didn't like that look in
Bob's eyes. That evil glint. That glint that told him that Bob was
feeling malicious. He was gonna get hurt. Badly. Not that he'd 
really
mind, so much, but he would like more warning next time. He tried to
speak, to ask Bob what he was going to do (like he'd really get an
answer), but only managed to let out a muffled, "Mrrppph!"

Bob just smiled, roughly patting Jay atop the head, then went back to
his digging in the corner. It had to be there somewhere...

Jay thrashed, "MRRPHH!!! MMMPHHRPH!" he cried. He was not
liking this one bit. If Bob was going to tie him up, at least give 
him
some attention! Christ, he was already getting hard, simply from his
position. Seeing Bob half-nekkid didn't hurt, either.

"Aha!" came the interjection from Bob, as the bulky man stood up
from his place hunched behind the hamper.

Saay, Jay thought, cocking an eyebrow. That slit in that trench coat
may have some possibilities...

Bob stepped back over to the blonde on the bed and grinned
wickedly. He opened his coat, to show several instruments of torture
lining the lining of the leather garment.

Leather... Jay's first thought wasn't along the lines of what Bob was
shooting for. Soon enough, though, the boy noticed what Bob was
REALLY brandishing, aside from a mean hard-on, and let out a cry,
thrashing in his bonds. This was gonna HURT!

A whip. A cat o' nine tails. Nipple clamps. Spiked dog collar. 
Several assorted dildos, all of which looked too big to be 
comfortable,
even to a chick. Various other implements of bondage and torture,
most of which Jay couldn't even begin to puzzle out the uses of.

The boy whimpered, somehow managing to shrink back from his
bulky lover.

Bob replied to the motion by stroking Jay's hair softly, and placing a
kiss on his forehead. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you..." he smiled,
"...too much." Bob planted another kiss on Jay, this time on his
cheek.

Jay sighed, comfort overcoming any fears. Oh yeah, it's Bob. No
need to worry. This might be fun after all. Jay cocked an eyebrow
and attempted to grin around the gag.

"So...the roles are reversed, aren't they, my pet?" Bob shook his
head. He couldn't believe how hokey he sounded. Like a gay Bond
villain. Head of a terrorist religious cult and an illegal arms 
dealer. 
Keeper of a harem of beautiful boys. He'd be called The Divine Rod. 
Ain't that scary, now? "You're the silent one now." He grinned.

Jay just kept staring at Bob's swollen manhood, eyebrow still cocked. 
He was getting hungry just looking at it...

Bob followed Jay's gaze. "Hey, none of that now. Pay attention." 
Bob pulled out a rider's crop and lashed Jay across the ass with it,
making the slight blonde yelp. "Oh, you didn't like that? Well, then
you'll hate this..." Bob pulled the whip from its place in his coat, 
and
cracked it in the air menacingly.

Jay whimpered. Where the HELL had Bob learned how to use a
whip? And just HOW much was this gonna hurt?

Bob let out an odd purring sound as he ran his free hand over Jay's
smooth, pale ass. Soft, perfect cheeks, already red from the previous
smack. Delightful. Bob made sure to aim properly...

Wha-CHAK!

Jay let out a muffled cry as the whip lashed against his bare behind. 
Holy shit did that hurt! But yet...it felt so damn good...

Wha-CHAK!

Jay cried out again, his body letting out a small thrash.

Wha-CHAK!

Holy shit! This was starting to feel...

Wha-CHAK!

This was getting good...

Wha-CHAK!

Really good...

Wha-CHAK!

Jay let out a muffled sound somewhere in-between a cry and a moan.

Bob grinned. Oh yeah, this was indeed fun.

Wha-CHAK!

Red welts formed on Jay's once pristine posterior.

Wha-CHAK!

Jay was now desperately trying to grind on the bed, looking for some
kind, any kind of contact with his aching dick. The lashes hurt so 
bad,
but felt so fucking good...

Wha-CHAK!

Oh God...

Wha-CHAK!

Jay let out a loud moan. He groaned and bucked his hips, trying to
convey to Bob his need.

Bob just grinned and whipped Jay's pale back once for good
measure, then set the weapon aside. He climbed onto the bed,
laying next to the beautiful blonde. Slowly, slowly, he pulled out 
his
key, and uncuffed Jay's feet. He untied the rope binding the boy's
legs, and rubbed the sensitive skin.

As Jay bucked against the mattress, moaning happily, Bob picked
him up and turned him over, crossing the Jay's wrists and the chains
holding them. He promptly re-tied the ropes and re-cuffed the
manacles around Jay's ankles.

Now he had no way to satisfy himself. Jay cried out as best he could
and thrashed. Nooo!

Bob grinned, taking out his cat o' nine tails and running it along 
Jay's
lithe body. Over every crevice, over every hill and valley, and 
teasing
all the tender parts.

Jay was near tears, his purple cock throbbed and ached, as did his
entire body. If he didn't get some action soon, he didn't know what
he'd do, but it wouldn't be pretty.

Bob purred and decided to cut Jay a little break. He bent his head
down and captured the head of Jay's cock between those soft, full
lips, and swirled his tongue on the tip.

Jay let out a cry and thrust himself up into Bob's mouth as best he
could. His fists clenched and his toes curled. And all he wanted to
do was grab Bob's head and fuck his face until he couldn't fuck it
anymore.

Bob slurped, wrapping his tongue around the pale boy's long cock,
humming low in his throat as he swallowed Jay down. Such a sweet
taste, a taste he had sampled many times before. Bob couldn't help
but straddle one of Jay's legs, humping his knee, rubbing his head
over the boy's pale limb, leaving slick pre-cum in his wake.

Jay yowled, bucking up into those sweet lips, barely registering Bob's
activities with his leg until the bigger man started moaning. Then,
suddenly, the pleasure was gone. Bob's mouth was gone. Bob had
gotten off of him, leaving only spit on his cock and pre-cum on his
knee. NOOO! Jay thrashed. Get back here and finish the job, you
tubby bitch! "MRRRPHH!!!"

Bob looked down at the squirming boy. Flushed face, hard, drooling,
purpling cock, erect nipples... Nipples. Bob grinned and reached 
into
his trench, feeling around... "Here they are," Bob mumbled, grinning
down at Jay as he removed a pair of nipple clamps from the coat.

Jay's eyes were the size of saucers. CLAMPS? He whimpered,
already hurting as it was. Sure, he and Bob had had some bondage
fun before, but never before had Bob turned into full Domme mode. It
was really arousing, but not quite the most comfortable situation. 
Fucking double-edged sword. "Mrph..." He was SO gonna kill that
tubby fucker after this.

Bob reached down and rubbed Jay's left nipple, listening to the tiny,
muffled moans it produced, and thinking to himself. Nah, Jay'd had
enough. As it was, his boy was probably gonna kill him, and no doubt
cut him off for a good month, but it was worth it. To see Jay laying
here, prone, bruised and whimpering... it was a frightening feeling. 
The feeling of arousal at seeing the beautiful blonde like this. The
feeling of gut-wrenching pain to see his beloved hurt and near tears. 
The knowledge that it was he himself who had done it. The
combination scared Bob a little. He decided he'd have to make it up
to Jay muchly. And ask next time he wanted to do this...

Jay whimpered and looked into Bob's eyes. Chocolate brown
meeting chocolate brown. Christ did he look imposing like that, and
why the hell was he just staring at him? Why didn't he make his
move? Just standing there, rubbing that one nipple, sending sparks
through his groin, staring at him. His mind shrunk back away from
the front of his skull under those strong eyes. Strong eyes full
of...love? Jay had seen it. He knew Bob was done. He was going to
get what he wanted. "Mrph?"

Bob softly lifted Jay's head, unfastened the ball gag, and tossed it
aside, planting a soft kiss on Jay's spit-coated lips, tossing the 
clamps
and trenchcoat aside.

Jay devoured Bob's mouth happily. This was what all that pain was
worth waiting for. Bob's lips were so soft, his mouth so hot, and
Christ, did he know how to use that tongue.

Bob pulled away slowly, not wanting to break away from Jay's lips. 
Carefully, he unchained and untied Jay's legs and ankles, and in a
simple flip, had him back on his knees, and tied him back the way he
was at the start.

He grabbed the bottle of Astroglide they always kept on the
nightstand and flipped open the cap. Squeezing a bit into his hand,
he quickly coated his fingers with the sticky liquid, and reached down
between Jay's legs...

Jay let out a hiss of joy as Bob slid a finger into his tight opening,
moving it around, stretching him, getting him ready... "Oh fuck..." 
he
arched up as best he could to welcome Bob in, as the larger man slid
a second finger in and scissored them, relaxing his muscles,
stretching him further. Jay moaned and moved against Bob's fingers
as best he could, trying to thrust them further into him, though they
really couldn't get in any further.

Bob purred and pulled his fingers out of Jay, worried that the boy
would explode if he had to wait any longer. He lubed himself up
quickly, climbed between Jay's legs and knelt down, glad he had put
Jay into a good position, grabbed his thighs, and...

"FUUUCK!" Jay cried as Bob thrust in, thrashing a bit. Holy shit was
Bob huge! "Too big..." he gasped, scrabbling on the bed, trying to
gain some bearing. He hadn't expected THIS.

Bob stayed still, his muscles burning, every fiber in his being 
working
against him and wanting to thrust. He kissed and stroked any part of
Jay he could get his hands on, trying to calm him down.

"How the FUCK? How did you manage to get so fucking BIG?" Jay
moved around a bit, slowly adjusting, stretching more, until he was
ready for it, ready for Bob. "Yeah, fuck man, go ahead, but 
careful `n'
shit."

Bob made sure to be gentle with this part of their activities. He 
didn't
want to hurt Jay in such a fashion. He slowly pulled back, and thrust
back in, not too hard, but enough to send a surge through him,
making him moan. Slowly, he kept that rhythm, in, out, in, out,
speeding up a little after five or so thrusts.

Jay let out a little squawk, and tried to move around again. Dammit,
where was that spot?

Then, he hit it.

"Holy fuck! Bob YESSS!" Jay yowled, quaking. That feeling made all
the pain, all the discomfort, wash away in an instant as his body 
jolted
with pure pleasure.

Bob tried to keep aiming for that spot, speeding up his thrusting,
letting out low moans. He reached under his beloved and curled his
still lube-slick hand around Jay's throbbing cock, listening to the 
loud
groan as he started pumping it as hard as he could.

Jay groaned in the back of his throat, thrusting into Bob's hand in 
time
with the large man's thrusts into him. This was what he was waiting
for, and it was a sweet, sweet reward. Pleasure tinted with pain 
rolled
and washed over him like waves, as sparks sprung forth from Bob
deep inside him, and the hand on his dick left flames in their wake. 
An unconscious stream of moans, Bob's name, and praise left his
mouth incoherently.

Bob leaned foreward and panted heavily, his mouth next to Jay's ear. 
"Love you, my little beauty," he purred, then licked Jay's earlobe.

Jay bucked into Bob's fist. Those words and that sensation were all
he needed, and he came hard, screaming out his lover's name,
spurting his cum all over Bob's hand and their bedspread. 

Jay's muscles contracted as he came, and that coupled with the
hoarse scream from the beautiful boy below him were all Bob needed
to push him over the edge. He grabbed Jay's hips and thrust deep
into him, crying out Jay's name as he filled the boy.

The two collapsed, sweaty, tired, panting, Jay covered in cum, Bob's
hand covered as well. Bob used his clean hand to unlock Jay's
manacles, and grabbed a nearby knife to cut the nylon rope, then
turned him over. "Verdict?"

"That fucking hurt, you bitch!" Jay growled, knocking Bob lightly
upside the head. "Wanna do it again tomorrow night?" he grinned,
grabbing Bob's hand and slowly licking the cum off of it.

Bob shuddered. He wished he could get hard again, cause damn if
Jay's mouth didn't look inviting all of a sudden. "Sounds good to 
me,"
he purred, wrapping his other arm around his beloved.

Jay finished licking Bob's hand clean, and pulled that arm around
himself as well. "Lunchbox?"

"Hm?"

"Am I really beautiful?" he asked, playing with Bob's hair.

"The most beautiful being I've ever laid eyes on. Why?"

"Damn if that don't make me feel special." Jay grinned. "I knew I 
was
sexy, but shit, man."

Bob rolled his eyes. What an ego. "You're that too." He kissed the
top of Jay's head and pulled him even closer, away from the warm
puddle on the bed, and into the tight, warm circle of his embrace.

"Bob?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you," Jay laid his head against Bob's chest.

"Love you too, Jay," Bob said with a smile. He leaned his chin on the
top of the blonde head against him, and closed his eyes.

"Night, Lunchbox."

"Night, Jay..."

Indeed. The night had turned out to be very, very fun.

***