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As the Seasons Grey	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 46 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Started life as kinky Christmas-related short stories in 2022 and took on a life of its own shortly thereafter. 100 fiction, none of this is real, and I own nothing except for the character of Christine.

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Christine had put on the towel around her body before she padded out to the hallway to watch Alex and the other two guys to round the little makeshift trio there onstage. She wondered if that was going to be enough as she stopped right by the edge of the wall for a fuller view of those three men out there. There was in fact a bunch of people out there on the floor right before Alex’s feet, but she also knew that none of them were aware of what lay below his belt.
That cock ring was holding up a great deal for him as he strummed away at his little red smooth-bodied guitar and his long black curls sprawled all around his shoulders: a thick blanket which in turn obscured the full view of his face, such that all she could see was that full tip of his nose. The gray streak at the crown only added to the moonlike shape of his face, such that she thought about the light of the moon after a hearty snowfall. The fullness and the light of the moon as well as the glimmer of the stars in the black tapestry of the night sky.
At one point, he gave his hair a little toss back with those deep eyes closed and he showed off the milky quality to his skin as well as the sweet look upon his face. How she wished to give that face yet another little kiss, all for being such a good boy and such a good sport all the while.
And yet, given he was so far in the zone of the music, she wondered if the ring even made a difference at that point. He showed no sign of arousal other than pure enjoyment of what he was doing with that little guitar, and he lacked that big bright blush in the midst of his face as well. Christine had to think of something else to get him off whilst in between sets with that little trio up on stage, and she thought about the black box back in the room.
Indeed, she doubled back down the hallway to the room and she let the towel fall off her body and onto the floor around her. She nudged the door part of the way closed, and she made her way over to the box on the table. She opened the lid and there was a little black velvet blindfold at the very bottom of it. There was something else, something metallic and ribbed at the very bottom of the box as well, and she immediately calculated her next move once she saw him again there in the room with her.
A little spice for the nice boy.
A round of applause ensued out there and Alex thanked everyone through the one microphone on the edge of the stage.
“Stick around for act two,” he told everyone.
Christine took out the blindfold and she bowed back over to the love seat where she was before: given she had the plug still lodged into her ass, she stayed standing right next to the arm of the love seat itself, and she held the blindfold right before her bare chest as if to put on a little burlesque show for him.
His footsteps padded through the hallway outside the door and her heart skipped a couple of beats as a result. She nibbled on her bottom lip as Alex pushed the door open and greeted her with a little smirk on his handsome face: not a bead of sweat one had collected over the crest of his brow or on any spot of his face and his neck.
He knitted his eyebrows together and gave her a little nod.
“What’cha got there?” he asked her in a low, husky voice. She showed him the blindfold without a moment’s hesitation.
“Put this on,” she told him.
“What for?”
“Just put it on,” she encouraged him. “You’ll find out really quick as to what I have in store for you, big boy.”
He squinted his eyes at her and then he slid the blindfold over his head and over his eyes. Christine strode past him to shut the door all the way. She turned back to him to see him swallow hard.
“You’ve grown numb to the vibrations there,” she told him as she strolled on back to him. “The ring hasn’t done much for you.”
“Can’t say it has, to be honest,” he said. “I grew numb to it once the show got started and I didn’t really want to take it out, either.”
She giggled at that.
“Well, I’ve got something better for you—by the way, you said ‘act two’ back there.”
“Yeah,” he replied with another lopsided grin and a slight nod to his head. “It’s a long story, but—Christmas is coming, as is Hanukkah and Kwanzaa and the solstice and—” She brought a finger to his little cherry lips. She stood up on her toes and leaned in closer to the side of his face.
“Don’t make me torture you,” she whispered into his ear. Alex pursed his lips together and he held still for her.
Christine leaned back, and then she reached down to his jeans, and she stripped them off his legs. She then peeled back his underwear, and there was the ring, still in place on the end of his dick, still set on the low setting. Indeed, he had grown numb to the vibration of the feeling there, and she clicked it off and took it off his skin.
“Does feel better to take it off, I'll say that,” he confessed.
The ring was a bit tight on his skin, and thus, she pressed her lips onto the red mark it had left behind on him. She gave him such light, delicate kisses on that smooth skin, such that he shivered from the feeling of her lips there.
“Now, that I can feel,” he told her.
There was that set of metallic rings back in the box and she knew that was for him. She treated him to another round of several little kisses before she stood up and made her way over there for it.
The rings tinkled against each other as she took it out of hiding. She turned her head for a look over her shoulder only to find that he began to lift the blindfold off his face.
“Hey, no peeking!” she scolded him; she hid the harness behind her back and wagged her finger at him. He snickered as he put the blindfold back on and tucked his hands behind his back.
“I just wanted to see if you still have the plug in your butt,” he confessed.
“I very much do,” she replied, slightly smug. “It’s quite comfy, if I do say so myself.”
He chuckled at that.
“So, what you got for me?” he asked her. She stood up on her toes once again and she breathed right into his ear.
“Chris?” he whispered.
“I still want to torture you,” she whispered into his ear.
“Do it,” he whispered back to her, albeit with a slight clearing of his throat. “You’ve got me under your thumb, my snow bunny.”
“Don’t you dare move,” she told him, and she swore that she could feel the blackness that surrounded.
She moved down to his waist, to his exposed genitalia, and she set the harness over his dick.
“Phew, that’s cold,” he quipped right then.
She linked up the first ring, right around the head, to which he gasped at the feel of the cold silvery metal there.
“Tell me when it starts to hurt,” she coaxed him.
“Gladly.”
The next ring and he gritted his teeth. She could see the arousal in there, with the tightening skin and the slight reddish tint to the shaft itself.
With her free hand, she ran her finger around the rim of the hole to tickle him a bit more. He gasped at the feeling, and she never realized how quickly she could make him get off. With glee, she tightened the next ring around his shaft, and he treated her to a soft grunt from the back of his throat.
“Oh, god,” he groaned.
“Does it hurt?” she asked him.
“Oh, no—quite the contrary. Do it some more. Do it some more!”
The next ring and he let out a low moan: he tilted his head back, so when she took a glance up at him, she made note of that prominent Adam’s apple, in all its rounded glory with his soft skin and the ever-so-slight touch of bristly hair there as well. She thought of kissing him there once all was said and done there below his waist.
She ran her finger around the hole again, albeit with a bit of a struggle given the rings were pushing his dick back towards his body. But she tickled him yet again before she clicked the next ring into position, and he grunted and groaned again.
She could see his skin tightening up underneath those silver rings. She was going to make him come in the biggest way yet.
“I feel like I've been hypnotized, my dear,” he blurted out to her.
“Hypnotized like this?”
She slid the next rib of cold metal over his dick and he treated her to an even softer moan from the back of his throat. He puckered his lips and he let out a low whistle as well. He panted as if he had been running a whole mile rather than having been pleasured by something cold and metallic, cold and metallic followed by the caress of her fingers upon his bare skin.
“Just like that,” he sputtered out. He gritted his teeth together and he struggled to keep his composure. Christine tightened the next ring upon his skin, and she could see that he was rising higher and higher with the full erection.
“Oh, god—” he stammered. “I can’t. Christine, I can’t.”
“Of course, you can,” she assured him.
Alex gasped and let out soft little moans from the back of his throat, as if he was about to come at any given second.
The next ring and something that glimmered and twinkled caught her eye. She took a look down and she spotted that little bit of precum there at the hole.
“I can’t go back out there like this,” he sputtered out to her with a shake of his head.
“You sure?” she asked him.
“Positive.”
“Bullshit. I think you can.”
A knock on the door caught them both off guard.
“Alex? You in there?”
“Yeah!” he retorted back to the man on the other side. “I’ll be right out.”
Quickly, Christine took the rings off him and he let his dick hang down before her face.
“Holy shit,” he muttered. “You got anything to wipe up this mess with?”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” she vowed to him with a wink and a wag of her finger. She stood to her feet and she rested the harness on the back of the chair to let it dry out. She couldn’t help but smile to herself all the while, either. As long as she found the opportunity to love him the way that she did, then she would keep the whole thing up for as long as she could do so.
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