3am Heaven Bound (A Clear and Starry Night in West Los Angeles)
Written by Peace (peacefairchild@hotmail.com)

Music hums and purrs playfully with the engine as the three passengers slide through the emptied streets. Lights sliding over the slick black paint, bright wet and smooth they gleam. As the warm open air caresses their skin, kissing their faces, the girl closes her eyes for a moment to savour a deep breath. She opens her eyes and meets his gaze for a moment, lips in a content smile, he glances over his shoulder at the boy in the backseat, his head laid back looking up at the sky, hair blowing in the wind. He pulls solidly on the shift, it clicks snugly into place and they round the turn.

The engine growls and then ceases as doors swing wide and feet step to the ground, laughter echoes through the silent parking structure as the three recount the evenings events. The lift door slides shut behind them and they rise.

The warm smell of vanilla greets their senses as the door to the loft opens and they step inside. It is dark and warm inside and vertical shadows on the walls surround them, evidence of the street lights peeking at them through the tall windows. He walks to the large windows and slides them open like doors, letting the sweet night air flow in to meet them again, touched with that familar evening scent of blossoming gardenias. The quiet hum of the sleeping city reveals itself once again. Candles are lit and the room comes to light. It is minimal and open, white furninture blends into the walls leaving only light and shadow for decoration.

The two come up behind him as he stands at the window, he turns and smiles, looking into their eyes. The silly tone of their eariler joking subsides in that moment, replaced by the sweet feeling of apprehension at their closeness. He reaches out and takes their hands, still smiling, and draws them closer, inhaling their scents, light perfume, cigarette smoke, and sweat from their dancing. He tilts his head, licks his lips and kisses the boy's mouth as he runs his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. The girl hums her approval. He kisses her forehead softly and walks away, their hands tugging at his, not wanting him to go.

"I'm going up to take a shower" he moves up the stairs to the loft quietly.

He pulls off his sweat dampend clothing and steps in...warm water cascades down around his body, soapy and smelling of mint, making him anew, tingling in his nose. It runs over his hair and parted lips, it tastes fresh and sweet in his mouth as he swallows and then tilts his face up into the stream feeling the hot water agasint his face. He zones out listening to the falling water as it collapses on the basin floor. A sqeak sounds as he twists it off and the last drops splash onto the shower floor. Warm and dripping he steps out and towels his hair and body, enjoying the fresh tingle of his clean skin against the night air breezing in from the windows. He hears soft voices from outside the open bathroom door, sets the towel on the sink and walks out into the loft naked.

They look up from the edge of his plush white bed where they sit and hold out their hands to him. He moves forward with a rush in his heart, his excitement rising in his chest, feeling a little dizzy at what is to come. She stands up and runs a hand up his back to his drying hair, she tugs it firmly, her tounge darting out to lick his stretched neck. He feels little kisses on his abdomen and his hands being pulled together, a loud sharp clicking sound breaks the soft stillness as his wrists are bound together. Shiny silver cuffs make cold contact with his flesh.

Sliding the satin cover off and laying him down against the cool silk sheets on his back, she links his cuffs to a fixture on the headboard while the boy removes a set of restraints from a closet. Their white patent leather finish shines in the candlelight, and their soft mink lining hugs his ankles lovingly as they are buckled fast, rope threaded and stretched, legs taught and spread apart. The girl leans forward and kisses her slave on the lips as a matching collar is fastened around his neck. A feather boa is draped over his body and behind his neck, it's feathers instantly warming his skin wherever they touch. He swallows and feels his heart racing. Totally defenseless, exposed, apprehensive... she tugs his collar twice and smiles at her handiwork, looking down at his hard exposed cock as it slowly raises and lowers with his pulse and shaky breathing, brushing lightly agaisnt the white feathers.

They lay on each side of him, the girl grabs the boys head and presses his face to the bound body. They run their hands between his legs, over his chest, over his lips, groping at his cock, tickling him with the light feathered ends of the boa, feeling him at will as they please, he strains and stretches, feeling the firmness of his bindings, testing their strength.  He is powerless. His life and body not his own anymore. Surrendered.

The girl stops and sees him watching and smirks. She leans down and comes back up with a satin sash which she wraps and ties around her slave's head. Only soft flickerings of light now visible he turns to sound and touch for his visions. Straining his senses to pick up each movement over and around his body. There is a light rustling and the soft warm feeling of legs straddling him. She walks backward on her knees he can feel her feet agaisnt his arms, her knees against his sides. Her sweet scent of sex and sweat drifts into his mind as a strong masculine hand takes hold of his cock. Warm lips engulf him as he strains agasint his bonds. He turns his head wanting to taste and kiss her skin, out of reach.

There is a sudden slap and a warm sting on his stomach as the leather straps contact his skin, he moves suddenly, the tension and suprise making him jolt his groin forward into the mouth around his cock. He feels a vibration through it as the boy lets out a humming chuckle. The straps lash out again.

"Relax." her soft voice calls to him, so sweet and gentle, her hand caresses his head lovingly and then grips his hair. The next stroke lands, burning and delicious.

Her legs spread apart over him, lowering her sex to his lips, brushing her silk panties agaisnt his parted lips, holding his hair for support, she gyrates her hips in little circles, teasing his mouth as he strains to kiss her, groping with his mouth, her beautifull scent intoxicating him. He writhes. His tounge darts out and pushes against her sex through the silk. A sharp stinging stroke is given as a warning.  The sweetness is too great for him to withstand and he strains forward with his tounge again, inhaling and drifting off to heaven in her treasures. A hard smack and his head falls back, stomach bristling with pain, he tries to focus on the sensations around his cock, as the boy strokes and plays with him.

"You poor thing... you want to taste me so badly" she coos "Is that what you want?"

"please... yes..."

"Be carefull what you wish for."

 She leans over and takes a knife from the sidetable in her hand cutting loose her panties.

"Stick out your tounge" she orders him, while placing the knife back down.

He submits holding his breath in anticipation for the luxuriousluy sweet taste of her soft warm sex on his tounge. She beings to lower herself and then moves back up at the last second just as his tounge grazes her lips, stuffing her panties into his mouth. A salty mix of sweat and her sex fills his mouth. She gags him with a satin sash. Locking her panties into his mouth as he releases a stifled moan.

She lowers herself and begins to pleasure herself on his face, rubbing her slick clit and lips agaist his nose, over the satin. She uses his chin, grabbing his hair and moaning with pleasure. He is stifled and cannot breathe when she presses agaisnt his nose, wheezing in for air through his bound mouth, crying inside with desire for the taste and feel of her treasures on his lips. He moans in pleasure and frustration... she continues... pleasuring herself on him. She begins to shake and whine, tensing, grabbing his hair, forcing against his bound face. She shakes and writhes, back arching, she comes, rubbing in long strokes over his nose and cheeks.

A mummur of approval comes from the foot of the bed and the sensations from his cock stop. He feels his legs released as the ties are undone. The girl stands up and leans over him, releasing the cuffs from their bindings to the bed.

"Turn over" she purrs.

He obeys, and turns over apprehensively with a little help from the boy. His wrists still cuffed together making the task difficult. The boy pulling the slave's waist up so he is on his knees. Face pressed into a pillow, arms cuffed over his head.

"Mmmmmmm, very nice" she says "Such a pretty little thing". She releases his blindfold letting her slave glimpse the room. She moves around the bed wrapping soft white rope bindings around his thighs and tightening them to the fixtures on the sides of the bed. He is held on his knees, legs parted, ass in the air. A sharp slap falls on his ass. He looks behind himself to glimpse the boy stroking something wet onto his cock. He knows that it is inevitable.  His innocence is about to be lost.  A slick finger plays with his rosebud, rubbing sweetly there and playing with his soft opening, feeling the little ridges and supple skin. It presses forward into him so slowly. He feels himself clutching at it instintively with his muscles, it slips in... spreading him...he gasps through the wet panties gagged in his mouth.

"mmmmm such a tight little virgin" comes the voice from behind him.

The girl hums softly walking around the bed playing with the straps in her hand, watching intently. She comes to a rest and sits down near his head and begins to stroke his hair. She kisses the back of his neck and sits up, rubbing his neck and hair, flicking her straps lightly onto his back and dragging them down, tickling his spine.

The finger withdraws slowy and pushes back in a few times, wiggling and loosening him, toying with him. It pulls out and a new sensation begins. A firm pressure, then strong hands holding his hips.

"Relax. Or it's going to hurt you" the boy says softly.

Relaxing...giving way...releasing...sliding...slipping...pushing...burning... the cock behind him slips forward into his warmth. The firm head peircing his rosebud and widening the opening, forcing him open, stretching him, holding him.  He tries to move forward a moment to escape his bonds to no avail. He is held in place.  The large cock behind him continuing to work it's way deeper inside him. He moans with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he is worked open.

She unties his gag and he gasps for air. His moans now clear and sharp in the room. He wheezes and gulps, wetting his tounge and mouth. The boy pushes forward still and he feels his thighs pressing agaisnt his cheeks. "Oh christ... it hurts" he moans.

She strokes his forehead and kisses his neck, comforting him.

The boy's cock pulls out slowly. Completely.  There is a pause and it presses again. Slicker than before, entering more easily. It pops in and slides in to the hilt as both they gasp in unison. The boy begins to work in and out using his hands to grab the hips in front of him. Fucking in long deep strokes. His cock pulsing and hardening with excitement, slippery and slick, making little wet noises as it slips in and out. Tight virgin muscles squeeze at it in instinctual pulses "mmm fuck yeah...." he lets out under his breath.."such a sweet peice of ass".

She begins to stroke the hardness between his legs, sliding her hand behind his balls to slick forward some of the lube dripping down from his rosebud. She holds her hand in place and lets their rocking motions move it back and forth in her hand.  She squeezes and toys with him, playing with his senses, sensing his delerium. His virginity is spread wide and fucked to perfection. He moans and begins to lose control. The pain subsiding and becoming a delicious sensation. A warmth. "Mmm yessss... fuck me.... fuck me....fuck me..." he breathes so quietly. Each stroke resounding the words from his mouth. They turn into breaths. Un-intelligeable, slurred, dizzy... "fuu--uuhh..mmmm" he closes his eyes and they roll back into his head. The deep penetrating sensations inside him sending him away to another place. Lost in pleasure.

He suddenly realizes his legs are unbound. The boy pulls out and flips him over onto his back. Two pillows are put under his bottom propping him up in the air slightly. The boy moves back in between his legs. Slipping his cock back into place and pushes forward, sliding snugly back into place deep inside. His hands rest on the slave's aching cock and begin to rub and massage it, holding it firmly and working it as he pumps in and out, pleasuring himself in the slave's warm depths.

The slave's cuffs are let loose and he lowers his aching arms to his sides, gripping the sheets in his fists. She straddles him again. She starts kissing the boy as he continues to get himself off inside her slave. She moves back a little and leans forward pulling her slave's legs into the air. Holding them back for the boy, gripping his calfs and keeping him spread wide. She settles back and pushes her wetness into her slave's face. He moans and begins to lap at her hungrily. His tounge reaching deep inside her. Licking... tasting... he inhales... her sweet aroma filling him, his eyes roll back. He dines on her as if tasting the finest delicacy, unable to get enough, her taste driving him mad. She writhes and bucks on his face, holding his legs back while he gets fucked hard like a little slut. The boy moans with his eyes closed, tensing up, fucking fast and hard into the slave's warm virgin ass. His hands working the slave's tight cock quickly. His thighs strained wide, shaking... tense... moaning aloud... crying... 

His mind is wracked with pleasure, assaulted from all angles. His senses overloaded, pounding. The whine in his head pulsing. The driving sensations of being taken so violently, being fucked so hard. His cock aching for release in those strong hands. The heavenly taste of his mistresses sex on his tounge. His body is shaken and rocked as he is fucked from both sides, riding and being ridden, being used, completely surrendered.

The boy pumps in long firm strokes deep into the slave's begging body, his excitement peaking out. He clenches up holding on tightly, letting a tense breath escape. Holding his breath, he bursts, spraying deep inside the slave's warm caresses and spasms, the tight little rosebud clenching at his spurting cock, he holds there still. Pulse after pulse, deep and burning, dizzy. His powerfull orgasm triggering the slave's release and driving him over the edge. His come jetting out across his stomach in hot streams as his legs strain apart wide. Cramping and shaking, waves of delerious pleasure in his head. Completely lost...shuddering...shattering...losing his mind as his mistress pleasures herself on his face... shaking... bucking... squeezing... comming... loud and straining... soft and relaxing... flowing... soaring... gripping...collapsing... hot and wet... convulsing and moaning...

They fall on one another breathing deeply, arms intertwining... hands petting... caressing softly...wet skin...kissing...drifting...dreaming...lost in release... lost in the moment... lost in time...

The night envelopes them in its arms as they drift away.







