Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2008 21:55:25 -0500
From: The Dreamer <woof41@gmail.com>
Subject: Brass and Grissom Part 5

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.

The next week was a time of decisions for both men.  Grissom finished his
analysis of Brass's semen and found them to be a match.  He had already
come to this conclusion of course but now that he had definitive evidence
he had to make a choice.  Not wanting to disrupt what he and Brass had
going he ultimately decided to file the evidence and results away in his
home office.  He didn't really anticipate having to use it but better safe
than sorry.

Brass had a rougher week.  He couldn't help but feel his time with Grissom
had been the best of his life.  But another part of him wanted to forget it
had ever happened and move on with his life.  He couldn't afford such risky
behavior, it could lead to unwanted problems in his work and in his
friendships.  After several sleepless nights he decided to end things with
Grissom.  He was a little anxious about how Grissom would take it and
decided that it would be unwise to wait and lead him on even more than he
already had.

He arrived at Grissom's unannounced Thursday night after work.  He was
still wearing a matching grey suit with a black tie hanging loose around
his collar.  He entered quietly through the front door and found Grissom
reading over some files in his study.  Grissom was dressed in a white
t-shirt and blue athletic shorts with no socks or shoes.

"Hi, Gil," he called.

"I was wondering when you'd show up.  Do you want something to drink?"
Grissom smiled.  He was hoping to get one of his anti-inhibitors Brass's
system before going downstairs.  Grissom stood up and went to embrace Brass
who took a step back.

"No thanks, look Gil I think we need to talk," Brass said apologetically.
Grissom was taken aback but recovered quickly.

"Talk? Ok, what would you like to talk about?"

"Maybe we should sit down," Brass suggested.

So they went to the small black leather love seat and sat facing each
other.  Brass began hesitantly, slowly gaining more confidence that he was
doing the right thing.  "Let me just say that the past few weeks have been
some of the best times of my life.  I've done thing with you I never
thought I'd have a chance to do and it's been wonderful.  But this isn't
who I am.  I'm sorry Gil, I just can't do this anymore.  I want you to
understand this isn't anything against you, it's just who I am and what I
want to be."  He stood up and made to leave, "I wish you all the best in
the future."

Grissom was speechless, this had completely caught him out of left field
and it took him a minute to recover his poise.  Brass was halfway down the
hallways towards the front door when Grissom called out, "Wait, I have
something to show you."

Brass's step faltered, he had told himself not to stop but curiosity got
the better of him and he turned and walked back to Grissom who was pulling
a small box out of one of his drawers.  He turned to the approaching Brass
and handed him the box wordlessly.  Brass took the box and opened it.  The
first thing that caught his eye was that the evidence was labeled: Captain
James Brass.  He absently sat down and began to read through the box.  His
face was confused at first but quickly became a scowl.  So Grissom had
known about his trip into his office this entire time?  Why hadn't he said
anything before?  He looked up at Grissom whose face was an indiscernible
mask of emotions.  This evidence was extremely damaging, he would lose his
job, of course, but if the information ever became public it would ruin
him.

"What is it that you want, Gil?" he snapped.

Gil reached out and laid his hand on Brass's shoulder.  "You're the only
thing that I want."  Brass was momentarily touched and startled by that
response.  He had expected some type of blackmail, not an expression of
love.  He regained his anger though thinking it couldn't quite be that
simple.

"So you want me to be your boyfriend is that it?  Then what, if we ever
break up or I'm unhappy you'll release this information?"

"I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to...but I will if
I have to.  I love you and want you to be mine forever."

Brass tried to evaluate this statement.  On the one hand, he liked being
with Grissom, but he wasn't sure he was ready to commit to him for the rest
of his life, with this threat hanging over his head.  On the other hand,
Grissom was seriously sounding like a stalker and he wasn't exactly
comfortable being around him right now.  Maybe it was just a flavor of the
week kind of thing though.  Perhaps Grissom would get bored with him and
just forget all about it.  For now, at least, he didn't really know what
his alternatives were besides to agree to Grissom's demand.  Perhaps in
time he could convince Grissom to destroy the evidence, or better yet maybe
he could sneak in and do it himself...

"So have you decided what you are going to do?" Grissom asked him.

Brass nodded, "I've decided I'd like to keep seeing you."

Grissom smiled, "I'm glad to hear it, for a minute there I thought you'd do
something stupid."

Brass bristled slightly at that bluntness but let it pass.  "So what do you
want me to do now?" he asked.

"Let's go downstairs for a little while," Grissom suggested.

Brass stood up and followed Grissom downstairs to the now familiar setting.
This time, however, he wasn't anticipating the sex nearly as much as he had
on previous trips.  Brass made to take off his clothes, but Grissom stopped
him.

"That won't be necessary tonight," he informed Brass.

"What? What does that mean?"

"Just get in the stockades," Gil commanded.

So Brass knelt down and placed his head and hands in the stockades which
Gil shut and bolted in place.  Gil quickly stripped and reached for the
lube.  He began to lube his hole with one hand while looking through the
drawers with the other.  From the drawer he removed a flesh-colored curved
butt plug.  It was about 6 inches long and around 3 inches thick near the
base.  The bottom of it was a 4 inch diameter circular stand.  He continued
rooting and this time came up with duct tape.

He moved around to the other side of the stockades without even so much as
a glance at Brass who was looking inquiringly at him.  He placed the dildo
in the small of Brass's lower back, curving towards his head, and pulled
the duct tape open with his teeth.  He began to tightly wrap the tape
around Brass's waist to hold the plug on.  Over and over he wrapped the
tape, securing the plug, until Brass was struggling to breath for air.
When he was satisfied it would not move he threw the tape aside and
straddled Brass's back.  He began to squat down, working himself onto the
dildo, grunting as it entered him.  It took him several minutes to get it
inside him.  Brass was struggling to breath through the layers of duct tape
and had an ache in his back where the plug was being pressed into him.

When Grissom felt he was loose enough he did something Brass did not
expect.  He sat down with his full weight on Brass's who groaned
underneath.  Brass's legs and back began to tremble with the additional
work of trying to hold up Grissom, who seemed perfectly unconcerned.
Meanwhile, Grissom began to pump his cock and fuck himself against the butt
plug.  He soon found a pleasing rhythm, bouncing up and down, up and down,
beating his cock furiously.  Every bounce seemed to knock the wind out of
Brass who had already been struggling for breath.  As the minutes continued
to drag by Brass suddenly found himself overcome with trying to endure the
pain and began to cry softly.  This only caused Grissom to bounce harder
and masturbate faster.  Soon he was in too much ecstasy to hold out and
climaxed.

"AAAHHH...UHHHH!!!," he shouted as he spilled his load onto Brass's suit
jacket.  He shot several more streams of cum, one reach so far as to hit
the back of Brass's exposed neck.  Breathing heavily he relaxed as much as
he could, letting the plug sink deeply inside him.

After a minute he stood slowly, easing the plug from his hole.  He stepped
back and ruthlessly ripped the plug out of the tape.  Brass wheezed air as
the wind was knocked from him.  Grissom, still unconcerned, replaced the
plug and duct tape on the counter and quickly dressed.  When he had done
so, he knelt down to face Brass.

"Come back tomorrow after work, now please leave."

He unbolted the stockades and lifted the top off with one hand, while
pointing to the stairs with the other.  Brass tumbled out of the stockades
and began gasping for breath.  He wondered if he should take the duct tap
off or ask for a towel to clean up the cum all over his back.  The look on
Grissom's face made him decide against it and without another word he
hurried up the stairs and out the front door.