BDSM Bedtime Stories Season Two Episode Twenty-Four ~ Jack L. Pyke

AntidoteAntidote by Jack L. Pyke is a delicious follow up!  Are you ready for some hawt smexy reading by Sirly Eric?  Then click play!  After you listen, Jack, Gray and Trace drop by for a little fun interview.




La Crimson Femme: Why are you shifting uncomfortably?

Jack: You see Gray and Trace hiding in the shadows over there? You see what they’re passing between each other? It’s fucking sadists unite in that corner.

La Crimson Femme: *tilts head to the right and looks at Gray* You mean the remote control? What’s that for? 

Jack: My ass.

Gray: His mouth.

Trace: Shuttin’ up his swearing via his ass. Get it right, peaches.

La Crimson Femme: Huh.  *rubs hands gleefully* What have they put up your ass to curb your language, Jack? Is it a vibrating butt plug? *bounces in seat and claps hands*

Jack: Put nothing up there.

Gray: Nothing?

Jack: *feels a deep hum in ass and groans, shifting in his seat* Fuck. Vibrator -- vibrating butt plug, okay.

Trace: Just loosened Gray’s boy up for you, darlin’. Don’t hurt him too much. But don’t you go asking him anythin’ Gray here don’t like either. Doesn’t really like his boy-toy being questioned like this.

La Crimson Femme: *raises right eyebrow at Jack* Have they both been playing with you, Jack?

Jack: *shakes head, cheeks still burning as his hand goes between his thighs* Gray wanted to get me in the right frame of mind for a polite session with you. No mouth, no swearing, but his MI5 interrogation side is a right bastard—*lifts his ass off the chair and groans* his nice side—I said your law-abiding and nice, playful MI5 side— likes to come out and take over. *rubs his ass*

La Crimson Femme: Hmm, I wonder how large the butt plug is? Based on your reaction, I'm guessing large. Feeling sore?

Jack: Just a touch.

La Crimson Femme: Oh goody! What about Trace? What did he do? How do you know him?

Jack: *looks nervously at the corner as the remote is passed warningly from Gray’s to Trace’s hand* Hmmmm. Him and Gray are—fuck *vibrator hums deep in his ass* friends—they’re just twisted fucking friends from America. Leave off the remote for a few minutes, yeah, mate? Can’t concentrate.

Trace: *chuckles* Your ass hurting over there, peaches?

Jack: Fuck you.

Trace: Guess not. *Jack cries out after the butt plug control is turned to max* Y’need Gray to come and give you some relief?

Jack: Huh? Christ. Maybe. *Grins*

La Crimson Femme:  *Squirms in chair with eyes wide open*

Gray: *Takes the remote back off Trace* You have a lady present, Jack, and a Domme at that. Show her some respect.

Jack: *grumbling, he goes and kneels at La Crimson Femme’s feet* Hey, there, Ma’am. How you doing?

Gray: Much better.

La Crimson Femme:  Ooh, may I touch him, Gray? 

Gray: Go ahead. But it will cost you.

La Crimson Femme:  *winks* I think I can afford it. *Runs her left hand down Jack's back*

Gray: *smiles*

La Crimson Femme: Jack, Do you ever sub or bottom for a female Dominant?  If so, how did it go?

Jack: *shivers and glances up* Well, y’see, that’s the tricky part. People tell me I’ve slept with women, but I can’t exactly say I was in the best frame of mind to say whether I liked it or not. Part of me got a kick out of it, but you’d have to ask—*the butt plug is flicked to max and Jack hisses and rears up, parting Crimson’s thighs*wasn’t going to say his fucking name, Gray. *Jack doubles, gripping between his thighs, trying to ease the ache in his cock* Christ, lay off, yeah?

La Crimson Femme: *Thighs snap close and lock Jack to her* Jack, can you tell us more about the Master's Circle?  For example, how does a submissive apply?

Jack: *drops his head on Crimson’s knee and tries to ride out the vibrating in his ass* Very hush-hush. *Breathes deeply, then mumbles* I could tell you, but then Gray would need a few hours with you afterwards to read out the official secret’s act, and probably fuck you senseless afterwards until you can barely mention your name, let alone the Master Circle’s. You up for that, Sweetheart? *Smiles up at La Crimson Femme* I’m game if you are.

La Crimson Femme: *Eyes widen with interest* Really?  Hmmm, a few hours with Gray.  Would be interesting to see who tires out first and who comes out on top.  *Gives Gray a challenging glance*

Gray: Guarantee you’ll tire first.

La Crimson Femme: Oh, I like a challenge. Jack, play with yourself at my feet.  I want to watch. *Opens her thighs wide and releases Jack from his imprisonment.*

Jack: *Kisses her thigh* Y’sure? Thank you.

La Crimson Femme: Jack, Gray comes across as a know-it-all bastard. Tell us something about him that we don't see in the books.

Jack: *Laughs quietly as he traces a hand up his suit trousers* Well, yeah, he’s definitely a bastard. But a know-it-all? *Shakes head, groans as he slips a hand inside to play with himself at La Crimson Femme’s feet* Nah. Certainly doesn’t know that I flushed a set of his gold cufflinks down the loo because they were white gold. Fuck me. *Screws his eyes shut as another volt runs up through his ass.* Knows now, though, hmmm? *Chuckles*

La Crimson Femme: </>*Wags her left hand pointer finger at Jack*
Naughty naughty, Jack. What’s wrong with white gold?

Jack:  *frowns* not... not yellow gold, the same as his others.

La Crimson Femme: *Strokes Jack jaw* Your OCD?

Jack: Hmmmm. But Gray... something, something about him that you don’t see in the books? Disappears... he disappears every other Sunday for a few hours. Not sure where he goes. Tried following him once, but knew *groans and bites La Crimson Femme’s thigh, his strokes long and slow on his cock* but he knew I was there. Always seems a little pissed when he comes back, though. Never says why.

La Crimson Femme: *Smiles and leans into Jack's bite*

Gray: I didn’t say you could come, Jack.

Jack: Fuck *slows his play on his cock*

Gray: Or swear.

Jack: Fuh—*mumbles under his breath and goes back to gently nibbling La Crimson Femme’s inner thigh to stop swearing*

La Crimson Femme: *Slips fingers through Jack's hair, grabs him and pulls him away*  Hmm, I don't believe I gave you permission to do that, did I? With Jan and Gray so different, do you feel pulled in opposite directions when you are with them? 

Jack: Yeah, sometimes. But it’s good, so fucking good what they do. Nothing but a contradiction together: Gray roughing life up, Jan trying to calm it down, but all three of us together? The mix is just right. All calm and roughed-up chaos. Perfection.

La Crimson Femme: How is Trace involved?

Jack: Tracey. He’s got a girly fucking name, okay. And he’s a bastard. One from America.

Trace: *laughs* Language there, peaches.

La Crimson Femme: Why does he call you peaches?

Trace: Because life’s always—

Jack: Fucking peachy. *Sighs and strokes long and slow down his cock as he moves his bites up Crimson’s inside thigh.* Yeah, peachy...

La Crimson Femme:  Do you fear that Gray will rub off on Jan and he'll be more hard and sadistic? Or is this a good thing?

Jack: Hmmm. Jan? *Gives another nibble at La Crimson Femme’s thigh.* Now that’s the funniest thing. The more Jan sees of Gray and his kink, the more it seems to push Jan into his gentle ways. I swear Jan does it deliberately, not to wind Gray up, but to say this is me, that’s you, don’t change it. He’s got balls that kid. Soft, nice, playable balls, but balls.

La Crimson Femme: What is your least favourite punishment?

Jack: *looks up. Smiles* Being kept at someone’s feet and not coming. But mostly being kept on the sidelines as Gray fucks Jan. That’s the real ball buster.

Gray: You’re close to coming, Jack.

Jack: *Grunts and rests his head in La Crimson Femme’s thigh* Y’know next time you’re called away, Gray, I’ll sell all of your art shit for doing this?

Gray: *turns control to full and Jack writhes* Yeah?

Jack: No.
For godsake, stop. *He laughs, keeping his head on Crimson’s inner thigh.* Y’know, Crimson, you’re a Domme; you could stop this torture and request that Gray let me come. And you’re a lady... he’ll listen to you.

La Crimson Femme: *Taps left pointer finger on lips three times* Hmm, that sounds good. I'd like to see you come.  I'd love to watch your face as pleasure courses through your body.  Too bad Gray didn't tell you I'm sadistic. I want to hear your groans as you are kept at the edge. I want to hear you beg for release. I wonder what you would promise me if I were to let you cum.  *Turns to Gray* Gray, how does Jack respond to finger-play?


Gray: *chucks over some lube*  No more than three: contract clause. Gloves as well, please, but otherwise, he’s all yours whilst I’m here.

La Crimson Femme: *Pulls out blue non-latex gloves*  Never leave home without a pair.  *Snaps glove unto left hand.*

Gray: *Shakes head, smirks*

La Crimson Femme: *Twirls right hand to indicate for Jack to turn around*  You know the pose: full submission, knees apart, hands behind your back, head touching floor. You’ve got a nice ass; I want to see it without that plug so I can ask more questions.  It will be fun, kind of like my own little live puppet.

Jack: *grumbles and gets into full submission* No fucking puppet. 

Gray: *Presses remote and watches Jack squirm and groan* Language.

La Crimson Femme: *Pulls out the butt plug and tosses it into a bin.* BLOODY HELL!  This thing is huge!  WTF?  How does it even vibrate?  I've never seen one of these. *Traces three fingers down to Jack's ass.* Ready for a lady’s touch, Jack?
  
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Jack: Fuck!  *Lurches up at the sudden intrusion*

Gray: Jack, language. Crimson, all tools of the trade are custom made within the Masters’ Circle.

La Crimson Femme: *Places right hand on the small of Jack's back and forces him back down so she can play.* You know, a ball gag in his mouth, hands bound in reverse prayer, legs tied and a little parachute on his balls, you'd have a good sock puppet for some fun times. You could make him say anything. You can also dress him up anyway. Think about it - naked or perhaps dressed up like a girl? You do know I'm into forced feminization and cock ball torture, right?

Jack: Fuck! No dresses: don’t do dresses. Dammit, Crimson, you’re no lady! Don't turn Gray on anymore; he’s a bastard in Master mode.

Trace: Language, peaches. You know you love your slutty ass gettin’ played.

La Crimson Femme: *Whacks Jack on the back of his head* Shush you. Now let's finish the interview so I can enjoy hearing your cries. Jack, would you ever Top anyone? If so, what would be the circumstance and what would you do? 

Jack: *Moans* Fuck yes. You get Gray over here, hold him down for me, he’s all mine. Rough up all that class on the floor? Christ—yes please…

Trace: That was a question, peaches. It wasn’t an option.

Jack: Christ, haven’t you gone home yet? Gabe’s cut his finger and needs it kissing better.

Trace: Going nowhere, peaches. And don’t that wind your pretty ass up?

La Crimson Femme: Focus, Jack. Don't... enjoy yourself to much here. *Increases her playing with Jack's ass* What is one regret you wish you could have a "re-do". What would you have done instead?

Jack: *Groans and plays a hand along his dick* Christ!  Gray, please… really need to come now. But hmmmm. Re-do? *Sighs quietly* Met Gray without all of the complications, all of bullshit. Just me, him, Jan--us. Simple lives, simple touch, simplest love.

Gray: Jack, up.

Trace: *Chuckles* Oh... Looks like Gray wants his boy any which way now. *Eyes La Crimson Femme up* Wanna come and watch what a sub has to do to earn a Master’s bed, darlin’? I’ll save ya a front row seat.

La Crimson Femme: *Slips glove off and tosses it into the rubbish bin.*  I wouldn't miss it.  Hope Jack is kept on the edge for another few hours.

Trace: For you, darlin’? We’ll make sure he breaks a sweat.

La Crimson Femme: *Eyes Jack up, gives evil smirk*

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