Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2008 15:37:45 -0500
From: The Dreamer <woof41@gmail.com>
Subject: Brass and Grissom Part 2

DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional.  It features Older gay men
involved in sexual acts.  If that is not to your liking please feel free to
stop reading now.  The characters of Jim Brass and Gil Grissom are
fictional characters of the television show CSI and all rights are owned by
Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS Studios.

Captain Brass pulled up in front of the darkened house and turned off his
car.  He was slightly disappointed that Grissom wasn't home yet.  He had
spent the entire weekend thinking about their last encounter and he
definitely wanted more of it. He wasn't entirely sure what had come over
him but it was exciting to be taking such risks. He hoped that Grissom had
enjoyed it as much as he had and wished he could do something to pleasure
him more next time.

Just then, Brass spotted Grissom's car pulling into the driveway.  He got
out and walked quickly to him.  Grissom was wearing a pair of black pants,
black loafers and a blue dress shirt.  Grissom heard the footsteps and
turned.  He didn't seem too surprised to see Brass, which surprised Brass
because he had half a mind to forget the whole thing had happened,
wonderful as it had been.  He smiled and motioned for Brass to follow him
inside.

Grissom knew of course that Brass would return sooner or later.  He was
fairly sure Brass had never experienced anything so pleasurable in his
life.  He also had planned out how to arrange this second encounter.  He'd
hoped to have the lab results of Brass's semen ready by now but he had been
called out on a case all day and obviously couldn't entrust such sensitive
evidence to anyone else.

"How's my Big Daddy?" he asked

Brass smiled and muttered, "Hey Grissom, you told me I could come over
sometime this week, is this okay?"

Gill nodded, "Sure, but it might be easier if you call beforehand next time
so you don't have to wait out in your car."

"Sorry... I didn't mean to intrude...I'll leave if you want," his face
turned scarlet in embarrassment.

"I wouldn't dream of it, I've got big plans for us tonight," Grissom
explained.

"You do?"

"Of course, but how about a beer first?"

"Sure," said Brass.

Grissom moved to the refrigerator and opened the door, blocking Brass's
view of himself.  He took out a beer and popped the top off.  He reached
into his pants pocket and pulled out another one of his anti-inhibitors and
dropped it inside, giving it a gentle shake to help dissolve.  He closed
the door and handed the beer to Brass.  "Drink up."

Brass chugged at the beer, mostly in hopes that the alcohol would relax him
a little bit.  When he had finished Grissom motioned for him to go
downstairs.  He trod down the stairs and stopped at the bottom noting the
familiar setup.  The counter and drawers along the wall, the mat covering
the floor and the stockade looked just as they had left them last time.

Grissom came up from behind him and slid his arms around Brass's waist.
Hugging him tightly he laid his head on Brass's cotton polo shirt and
whispered in Brass's ear, "Are you ready to have some more fun?"

Brass nodded and began to remove his jeans and polo.  His erect penis was
causing his BVD's to balloon out like a tent.  Grissom bent down and
removed Brass's shoes, but once again asked him to leave his black socks
on.  "Why?" Brass asked.

Grissom shrugged, "It's always been sort of a turn on for me, if you don't
mind."

Brass agreed, happy he could do something to please Grissom.  "Are you
going to undress this time as well, please?" he asked hopefully.

"I will if you want me to Daddy, but remember I have special plans for
you."  Grissom removed his dress shirt as Brass fell to his knees and
helped undo his shoes and then moved to his pants.  He gently pulled them
down and was surprised to see Grissom wore boxer-briefs.  Grissom pulled
his undershirt over his head and then slid the boxer-briefs to the floor.
Brass let out an audible gasp.  Grissom's 7" uncut cock was beautiful and
erect of course but he was surprised to see that Grissom completely shaved
his body hair.  Grissom smiled down at him and patted his head.  "I've
always preferred the feel of my body hairless," he explained reading
Brass's mind.

He pulled Brass to his feet and kissed him.  Their lips parted and he
massaged Brass's tongue with his own, tasting the remnants of the beer he
had given him.  As he pulled away Brass gave a sigh of pleasure.

"I want you to put on the leather chaps again for me Daddy; they look so
good on you."

Brass wasn't thrilled about having to put on the way too small chaps once
more but knowing that it was a turn on for Grissom made him oblige.  He
squeezed into the tight pants, sucking in his gut to fasten it around his
waist.  As he exhaled his love handles and belly folded slightly over the
sides.  Grissom placed a hand on each love handle and gently caressed his
sides.  Brass felt goose bumps all over and his penis went, if possible,
even more erect.

Grissom led him for a second time to the stockade and helped Brass to kneel
down and then bolted him in.

"Will you use the ball-gag on me again?" Brass asked.  He had enjoyed the
way it felt for his jaw to be forced open but wished it was Grissom's penis
instead.

"Not today, I need that mouth of yours free for other purposes," he said
mysteriously.

He decided not to put on latex gloves today, he already had all the
evidence he needed and he wanted to feel the warmth of Brass's body against
his skin.  He opened one of the drawers and removed a string and a medium
sized butt plug and placed them on the counter next to a bottle of lube.
Then he knelt down in front of Brass and explained what he wanted to do.
"I want to put this slightly larger butt plug into your ass this time.  It
might hurt a little bit, but I promise I'll be as gentle as I can."

"Yeah, just be really gentle," Brass pleaded.  He vaguely wondered what the
string was for, as Grissom took the three objects around to the other side.

He heard Grissom unsnapping the cap of lube and a few seconds later felt
the familiar feel of Grissom's finger poking at his hole.  It felt nice as
Grissom massaged it back and forth.  He began to let out soft moans of
pleasure at which point Grissom stopped.  Then he felt the butt plug poking
at his hole.  It felt big...too big, he wasn't sure this was a good idea.
He was about to say something when it passed the ring of his hole.  He
yelped and his hips bucked in pain.  Grissom rubbed his backside and told
him to just try and relax.  Brass didn't think he would be able to, but as
the plug came back out, he felt a sudden emptiness.  He wanted the plug
back in, he needed his hole filled.  He let out another moan, this one of
longing, and was rewarded with the plug pushing once more at his hole.
This time it went in easier and made him shudder with pleasure.  Grissom
moved it in and out to loosen up the hole.  Then he stopped and put the
plug down.

Brass felt Grissom's hand at his scrotum and felt a slight pain as Grissom
pulled on his testicles a little, stretching them away.  Then Grissom took
the string he had brought and tied it tightly around the base of the
scrotum, pulling on his testicles.  Brass felt a slight pain coupled with a
kind of pleasure at the jerking motion the pulling was causing on his
penis.  Grissom left the other end of the string dangling temporarily and
once more picked up the butt plug.  This time he placed it into place,
quite easily at this point, and left it there.  He then took the string and
pulled it very tightly, which caused Brass to let out a squeal of pain.
"Hang in there," he encouraged as he tied the string tightly around the
base of the butt plug protruding from Brass's ass.  When he had finished
Brass's testicles had a constant pressure on them, which also was causing a
feeling on Brass's penis as if someone were pulling his skin down.

Grissom stood up and moved around towards the counter, he dried his hands
of the lube on a towel and knelt down in front of Brass.  "You've been a
bad boy haven't you, Brass?"

Brass was definitely into this kind of role-playing and responded with,
"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm a bad boy."

"Then I'm going to have to punish you for being a bad boy aren't I?"

"Yes, please.  I've been a very bad boy and I need to be punished."

"That's what I thought."  Grissom stood up and took from the drawer a flat
wooden paddle, slightly bigger than a hand.  He moved around towards
Brass's backside and told him, "You need a spanking...and screaming will
only make me spank you harder and faster."

"How many strokes are you going to do?" Brass asked meekly, slightly
alarmed that he might accidentally scream.

"As many as it takes," Grissom replied cryptically.

As many as it takes, what does that mean, thought Brass.  But the next
second, when the first stroke landed with a THWACK he realized what it
meant.  Along with the intense pain of the paddle hitting his ass, there
were also several other unanticipated feelings.  First he felt the pain of
the butt plug being pushed further into his ass.  Secondly he felt pain
caused by the string the butt plug was tied to pulling his scrotum more.
But then, wonderingly, he felt the pleasure caused by the skin on his penis
being pulled.  It wasn't nearly as fast as the motion caused by jerking
himself off, but it did feel good.  THWACK. The second stroke fell and he
accidentally let slip a scream.  The pain and pleasure was overloading his
senses and he was having trouble getting his head around the two
conflicting feelings.

"What did I tell you about screaming?" Grissom chided him.

THWACK. THWACK.  The two strokes fell back to back on either side of his
backside, making Brass bite his tongue to stifle the pain. At the same time
his erection was raging and he wanted nothing more than to reach down and
jerk himself off to orgasm.  But the strokes were so far apart that he
didn't know if he would be able to reach orgasm for a very long time.  What
he needed was for Grissom to spank him faster, much faster, so the motion
of the string was more like jerking off.  Well, he already knew how to get
Grissom to hit him faster...

"Please, spank me faster!" he screamed.

Grissom responded obligingly. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

Brass's ass had become almost numb to the pain and his overwhelming feeling
was coming from the pleasure of the pull on his penis.

"More! Please give me more!" he cried.
THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.  The last stroke
had brought him to the edge of orgasm.  "I'm going to cum!" he screamed as
the next stroke fell.  Grissom dropped the paddle and fell to his knees,
reaching around Brass's waist.  He grabbed hold of his raging erection and
jerked him off vigorously.  Brass moaned and groaned with delight as spurt
after spurt of semen flew from his cock head towards the mat.  Grissom kept
stroking away dutifully until Brass's whole body relaxed and he let out a
sigh.  He crawled around to the other side and kissed Brass hard on the
mouth. His penis was now at complete rigidity from the thought of the
beating he had just given Brass and that Brass had actually asked for it.

"How was that Daddy, did you enjoy it?"

"It was...wonderful," Brass said through gulps of air.  His whole body was
shaking...but he wasn't quite done yet.

Grissom stood up and placed his penis to Brass's mouth.  "Suck me Daddy,"
Grissom commanded.  Brass without hesitation opened his mouth and took
Grissom's member inside him.  Grissom impatiently pushed in further and was
rewarded with a gag as he hit the back of Brass's throat.  "Take it all
Daddy, all of it, you want it."  Brass renewed by the urging gobbled
ferociously, drool running from his lips as he tried to take more of it.
Grissom moaned with pleasure as he worked his penis in and out of Brass's
mouth.  He unexpectedly could not stand it any longer.  "I'm cumming, yes
I'm cumming!"  He began to pump harder inside Brass's mouth, grabbing both
sides of his head and slamming it in.  Semen erupted from his penis,
hitting Brass's throat and once again causing him to gag.  "Swallow it,
take it all!"  Brass choked and swallowed, trying to get as much of
Grissom's semen as he could down his throat as quickly as he could.
Swallow after swallow, Grissom's load was immeasurably large.  Finally the
flood subsided and Grissom pulled his penis from Brass's mouth, shaking the
few last drops of cum onto Brass's tongue.

He put a hand on the stockade to steady himself and breathed deeply.  He
hadn't expected to enjoy that so much.  He almost felt bad about what he
was planning on doing to Brass when the evidence came back.  Quickly he
released Brass from the restraint and offered him a towel.  He took another
towel and began to clean himself off, as well as Brass's drool on the
floor.  Brass leaned back onto his haunches and slowly pushed the butt plug
from inside him.  Then he untied the other end of the string from his
scrotum.  He cleaned the floor where he had shot his load with the towel
and wiped himself clean.  He brought the things back to Grissom, still
licking his lips for the last few drops of Grissom's semen.  Grissom was
already in his boxer-briefs and undershirt.  Grissom took the things and
set them on the counter and embraced Brass.

"I hope you enjoyed that, I know I did."

"Yes, it was so wonderful."

"Let me see the results of your spanking," Grissom said.

Brass turned around and bent over so Grissom could see. His cheeks were
bright red and had some spots that were quite swollen.  Grissom thought he
probably wouldn't be able to sit down tomorrow, but he felt sure Brass
would think it was worth it.  He took a bottle of lotion from the counter
and squirted some on his hand.  He tenderly rubbed Brass's backside.  "It's
aloe," he explained.  "It should help cool it down and reduce swelling."
The gentleness of Grissom's hands felt a bit odd to Brass, juxtaposed with
the aggressiveness he had just used in sex.  He wasn't sure which Grissom
he preferred, but in fact he loved them both.  Grissom helped Brass remove
the chaps, careful to avoid brushing it against his swollen backside.  He
then ran upstairs and got a plastic bag and filled it with ice from the
freezer.  He carried it downstairs with him and started helping Brass
dress. After he had put on his BVD's for him he slipped the bag of ice into
the back of the underwear and gave it a light pat.  "That should take away
some of the pain Daddy."  He finished dressing Brass and walked him up the
stairs, noting Brass's ginger movements.  He hoped he wasn't too rough with
him.  He walked him to the door and they said goodbye with a last
passionate kiss.  As he watched Brass go he wondered if he would be able to
finish the analysis of the evidence tomorrow, and if he did, what would he
do with it now?