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JC wrote the song. We were merely inspired by the lyrics. Could we actually come up with 100 different ways to have sex? And wouldn’t it be cool if there was a story for each of them?
The answer to those questions is: yes, we could, and yes, it would be. So we challenged you.
We made a list, and you responded: 88 of you, some so eager you signed up two and three times. All 100 Ways were taken, and for that, we thank you.
Stories will be revealed on May 4, 2004. We feel it's only right that Lance receive a lot of porn on his birthday.
Punishment
Written For: 100 Ways Challenge
Way #100: Up Against The Wall
Written By: Sunshine611
Pairing: JC/Lance
© 2004
Dedication: Thanks to My Sir for the inspiration. *kiss kiss*
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“Do you remember the rules Joshua,” Lance asked in his deepened voice as JC walked into the darkened bedroom, not sure what to expect from Lance. Looking around Lance’s dimly lit bedroom he knew that he was in for what was going to by far be the kinkiest night of his life. When Lance made the passing comment that he wanted to collar and dominate JC it took him by surprise to say the very least. After all, it’s not every day that one of your best friends suggests something like that to you. JC jumped at the chance though, his interest piqued enough that he knew he wanted it more than he wanted to breathe.
“Joshua, I am speaking to you. You don’t want to anger me tonight,” Lance said in a stricter tone.
“Yes sir, I remember the rules,” JC said meekly.
“And what are they,” he asked standing by the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. When JC didn’t answer Lance snapped once again. “Joshua, you’re making me angry.”
“While I am here I will address you only as sir,” JC began looking down at the ground. “Your needs will be the only thing that matters to me. I will not speak unless spoken to and I will follow your orders without question…”
“Good,” Lance said simply. “Now, strip for me and get down on your hands and knees in front of me…” Not wanting to be told twice, JC immediately began pulling his clothes from his body, folding them up and laying them across the dresser in a neat pile. He had never seen Lance like this and it was making him harder than he’d ever been in his entire life. As he dropped to his knees in front of Lance he saw him smile faintly, making JC feel a little bit better.
Lance reached behind him on the bed and took the box that was on top of the black satin sheets. Reaching inside he pulled out a leather collar; hot pink, approximately two inches think, and around the front of the collar were tiny silver hoops that jingled together as if they were playing music. JC knew that he shouldn’t have looked up at it but once he heard the hoops jingle together his curiosity got the best of him.
“I didn’t give you permission to look up at me,” Lance snapped making JC cringe slightly. Seeing him wince only infuriated Lance even more as he reached around JC’s neck and snapped the collar around him, feeling it lock into place securely. Lance hooked his finger around a hoop of JC’s collar and tugged on it tightly, forcing JC to stand up and face his new master.
“When you have this collar on you will think of only me,” Lance reminded him. “My needs, wants, and desires are the only things that matter to you now.”
“I’m sorry sir,” JC replied softly, tears forming in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to anger you.”
“See, that you don’t do it again,” Lance replied pushing him down on all fours again. “I’d hate to have to punish you. Do you want me to punish you?” Once again JC didn’t answer as he began to get lost in his own thoughts. Lance didn’t even give JC warning this time as he pushed him backwards, making JC stumble until he landed up against the wall. He was in such shock that he didn’t even move as Lance made his way over to him, turning him around and pushing him face first into the wall. When he felt his hands being cuffed together behind his back he didn’t even protest. Instead he whimpered slightly, feeling himself harden even more.
“Just remember, I warned you,” Lance growled into JC’s ear as JC felt Lance hook a chain from the middle of his handcuffs to one of the hooks in the collar, making so that every time JC moved or squirmed around he would end up choking himself on the tight collar. JC wasn’t even sure about what was going to happen next until he felt something cold against his backside slowly pushing inside of him. Whatever it was it felt good, the cold lubrication helping the object slide into him with ease. It wasn’t until he felt the hairs brush against the back of his legs that he realized he had a phallus deep inside of him. JC groaned deeply, thrusting back against the object embedded inside of him.
“That isn’t for pleasure,” Lance snapped, smacking JC hard with a whip. More tears formed in JC’s eyes as he groaned loudly, feeling the sting each time Lance hit him with the whip. He stopped counting after the tenth time Lance smacked him and was sure that he had to be bleeding by the time Lance stopped. What made things worse was the fact that every time the whip met his sensitive skin JC would tug on his handcuffs, partially choking himself. He’d never experienced anything so erotic in his life and when the last pain from the whip seared through his body he could feel the first of his juices dripping from his hardened cock.
“Very nice,” Lance said reaching around and giving JC’s cock a tight squeeze. Lance was sure that he would have ended up coming all over the wall but JC was still as hard as ever. Lance moved with catlike speed as he ripped the phallus from JC’s body and slammed his own hardened cock into him deeply with one thrust. JC moaned loudly, stopping only when he pulled too tight on the chain. Lance didn’t even notice as he grabbed JC by his hips and rammed himself into him repeatedly. JC continued to moan as he thrust back against him, igniting Lance even more as he rammed into him with almost brutal force.
“Sonofabitch,” Lance groaned all in one word, thrusting into JC deeply one last time as he came hard inside of him. He reached around and gave JC’s cock one last hardened squeeze and JC finally came with one last hard thrust into his hand.
JC felt Lance slump against him and was thankful for the cold wall in which he was resting his forehead against. After a few minutes he felt the handcuffs fall from his body and the chain and collar being removed as well. Lance turned around and kissed him deeply before pulling him over to the bed with him. Pulling back the covers they both got into bed and Lance pulled JC close to him.
“Normally I can go one forever but I wanted you too bad,” Lance admitted.
“It’s okay,” JC replied brushing his lips against Lance’s and quietly reaching over for the handcuffs that Lance set down on the nightstand. “There’ll be other nights.”
“Yeah there will be,” Lance assured him kissing him one more time, forgetting all about his punishment.
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