by Alden ChadwickOf course, this should begin with an author’s note about how this is part of the continuing saga of both Gray and Brat…but with Gray standing right there looking at me with his whipped and bruised ass, probably should get right down to the details here.  “So how was that?” I asked.

The room was completely dark except for one light above that came down on him.

Gray looked up at me with red eyes and a sweaty brow beneath his sweat matted salt and pepper hair.  “You bastard.  I could…I could…” He held his hands out in front of him and made the international symbol for breaking a neck.  He was hunched over naked and looking very tired…still impressive with his muscled build, however.

“No, you couldn’t,” I reminded.  “By that ass of yours, she really did a number on you.  What do you call that shade of purple?”

A slight grin appeared across his lips.  “Yes, she did.”  The grin vanished.  “But she left without aftercare or anything.”

“I see…that’s no good.”

“You wrote her that way, you bastard.” A hand went to his back as he stretched and looked around.  “Is there no where for a guy to sit down?”

“Allow me to fix this.”

Alarm hit his eyes and a hand was held up.  “No, wait!!!”

A St. Andrew’s Cross bust into existence behind him.

His eyes widened.  “This can’t be good.”

THWACK!!!

His body was slammed back against the cross.  Restraints snaked down and took both his ankles and wrists so he could not move.

“No,” he whimpered…but then his head raised and the redness in his eyes vanished.  Feeling his strength regain he straightened on the cross and with a slight twist that the restraints allowed, he saw the bruising on his ass was gone.  “What are you doing?”

“You’re mine,” Apple said, stepping from the darkness.

Fear rippled through his eyes.

The heels of Apple’s boots clicked on the cement floor.  Those boots covered to her thighs, but the rest of her flesh from thigh to forehead, was naked.  Her straight red hair swayed half down her back behind her.  In her right hand was the handle of a crop…a horse whip…which she caressed the serious end of in her left hand.

“Oh come on!  You already beat me once.”

I laughed.  “Why would that have anything to do with this?”

Apple also laughed.  “And who said I was beating you this time?”  She stopped just far enough away to touch him with the end of the crop.  Lightly sweeping it across his chest she brushed it over each of his well pronounced ribs.  Gently she allowed the crop lower to his groin, brushing against his balls until she had his hardening cock lifted on the end of it.  “Very nice.”

“What are you doing?” he said nearly crying.  He pulled against his restraints to no avail.

In her best impersonation of Anne Hathaway doing Catwoman, she answered, “Girl’s gotta eat.”  Two clicks and she was within feeding distance.  The crop clattered to the floor as she released it while lowering to her knees.  Finger by finger, she slowly wrapped her right hand around his erection.  “I’m going to enjoy this.”

His head lowered and the fight left him as he watched.

Apple opened her mouth and, for the first time ever, her lips slipped over the tip of his penis.

In all of Gray’s sexual adventures, this very quickly became the legendary blowjob.  He had some good ones, but this would be the definitive one whenever the word would cross his mind…it would be the blowjob that would cause random erections at awkward times throughout the rest of his fictional life.

He did not moan nor struggle…he just watched and experienced what she did to him.  He knew who was boss.

Her hands caressed his balls while she took his entire length into her mouth and held him there with no sign of gagging.  Then, backing off, with her right hand she lifted the erection out of the way so her tongue could join her left hand and play with his balls.  Each testicle was kissed and suckled before the tongue ran back up his length to circle the tip.  She then kissed the tip heavily before taking it back into her mouth with an increased beat.

The scene adjusted to a grassy park.

Gray found himself laying back on a blanket, no longer restrained to anything, but still spread eagle and watching Apple on her chest between his legs as her straight redhead locks bobbed on his cock.  His left hand lowered to stroke her cheek and to push away her hair so he could watch the penetration between her lips.  His right lightly grasped a handful of red hair on the back of her head.

“Mmmm,” was all Apple could muster at the first taste of pre-cum.  She took the cock from her mouth and again licked it from base to tip, locking eyes with Gray.  Wanting more of that taste, however, she quickened her pace further taking it back between her lips.

He began to tense as his cock prepared to erupt.

Pulling it from her mouth, she stroked him quickly and allowed him to watch as his cum sprayed out onto her tongue and into her mouth…missing one light pulse of cum that hit her cheek.

Gasping for breath, he lay his head back on the grass.

Apple climbed up him and kissed him, her tongue searching for his and giving him a taste of his own cum.

Gray, not one to shy from it, then licked the drops on her cheek and returned the favour.  “That was the best ever.”

“Really?  The writer gives you a blowjob scene with no real point to it and it is the best?  Especially after we just made him end that horrid Jamie story.”  She kissed his chest and rested her chin upon it.

“There was a point to this.”

She raised her eyebrows.  “What was that?”

“I finally got to play with you.”

She smiled, “So you did.”

“And we are not finished.”

“Good,” she purred.

“Next we do it on my terms.  You are going to cum so hard…”

Her smile softened into a mischievous grin.  “Excellent.”

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