Pairing: JC and Lance
Words: herd; jaded; fallen; astride


"You're sure about this?" JC asks, hand on the small of Lance's
back.  "It's not too late to change your mind."

Lance is still dressed.  The blindfold is in JC's hand.

"I'm sure."  Lance doesn't smile.  He's scared.  But he's also so
turned on it hurts.

JC nods.  "Okay.  Take your clothes off then."  

Lance strips, folding each piece of clothing carefully.

"Jewelry, too," JC reminds him.

Lance takes off his rings, and then -- after a deep breath -- his
cross.

When Lance is absolutely bare, JC ties the blindfold across his
eyes.  "All right.  We're going downstairs now."

Lance sort of expects JC to lead him.  But he doesn't.  Lance is
left to find his way from memory.  It's not that hard, but he still
feels vulnerable and alone.

"Okay," JC says, resting his hand on the small of Lance's now naked
back.  "Wait a second.  I'm opening the door."  He gets it opened
and gives Lance a little push to walk outside.

Lance resists for a moment.  He's naked and there are people
outside of their house.  There always are.

"Oh!" JC says.  "I forgot something.  In the house.  You just stay
right here and I'll be right back."

The sound of the door closing is loud behind him.

Lance stands stock still, fighting the urge to turn around or to
cover himself.  JC was very clear about the rules.  Lance likes
rules, so he'll follow them.

There's footsteps coming up the path.  A masculine chuckle.  "My,
my.  Looky at what we have here."

Lance stiffens.  "Wh-who's there?"

The voice is suddenly a lot closer.  "Shoulda kept quiet."  A hand
catches Lance's jaw, forcing it down.  Something hard and round is
shoved into his mouth and then fastened behind his head.

"Why'd you have to do that?" another voice asks.  Male also.  "I
liked his mouth."

"He's a screamer," says the first voice.  "You can tell."

And then invasive hands are running over Lance's body.

The voices sound so strange.  Familiar, but not.  His heart beats
and blood rushes and everything sounds strange and frightening. 
Lance shakes, just a little.

A hand pulls his balls up and presses the spot underneath while
simultaneously stripping his cock twice with the other hand.

Lance moans around the gag and pulls away.  It feels good.  It
feels very good.  But that hand is *not* JC's.

Another chuckle.  "Oh, yeah.  He's hot for it.  Help me get him in
the van."  And large hands take hold of Lance and start lifting.

Lance struggles.  He hates, hates, hates not having his feet on the
floor.  It's terrifying.  He's not a big man, and without leverage,
he's helpless.

Doors open and he's tossed into the van.  The floor's carpeted and
someone's put down what seems to be a dog pillow.  Then the doors
slam shut behind him and there's the sound of masculine laughter.

Lance shivers and works himself into and upright position, leaning
against the side of the van and hugging his knees.

Doors open and shut again and the van tilts as the two men climb in
front.  They start driving.

After a few minutes, Lance realizes that his hands are free.  And
he can take off the gag.  So he reaches up and starts fumbling at
the buckle.

"Take it off and I tie your hands behind your back," says a voice
from the front.

Lance swallows hard and lowers his hand, although the idea sends a
thrill through him.

"Oh, let him take it off," comes the other voice, from the other
side of the van.  It gets deeper and darker.  "I wanna use that
pretty mouth."

A chuckle from the driver.  "In that case, be my guest."

"C'mere," says the man in the passenger's seat.

Lance shakes his head.  That man is *not* JC.  And JC is very, very
possessive.  Lance can't imagine him sharing.  What if this isn't
JC's plan?

"He doesn't want to," says the passenger.

The driver laughs.  "It isn't exactly his choice anymore, now is
it?"  His tone changes as he addresses Lance.  Gets meaner, harder. 
"Get up here or you'll have your hands tied behind your back, your
feet hobbled."

Lance crawls forward, feeling his way.  Still, he stumbles over the
pillow, scraping his face hard on the side of the vehicle.

The driver laughs.

The other man pulls Lance roughly up, across his lap, then shoves
Lance down into the space between his legs.  He undoes the gag and
removes it, then a cock is shoved against Lance's lips.

Lance opens his mouth, tears of humiliation wetting his blindfold. 
His hands brace against the seat, trying to push back a little.

Hands grab his head and force him down.  "Suck it," he's told.

Lance does.

"He any good?" the driver asks.

"Oh, yeah."

"Damn.  Wish I weren't driving."

Lance sucks harder.  The sooner this is over, the sooner he'll be
left alone.

The man comes hard, holding Lance's head down until he swallows
everything.  "Yeah.  He's good all right.  You wanna try him out?" 
And Lance is pulled up over the man's thighs, head hanging over the
space between the seats.

Lance struggles.  "No, please, no.  I don't wanna crash."

A hand swats him on the ass.  "You don't get any choices.  You
don't seem to get that."

The driver says, "Better gag him and tie his hands, too, this time. 
Throw him in the back til we get there."

Lance has no way to cushion his fall.  He hits hard, rolling over
his shoulder and coming up against the back of the van.  He hopes
like hell the back doors don't open and throw him onto the
interstate.  They have to be on the interstate, they're moving that
fast.  Huddled in the corner, Lance tries to swallow away the taste
in his mouth.  The taste that is *not* JC.  He's shivering
constantly now, terrified.  And also, as his undressed state does
not hide, aroused.

The men in front discuss Lance in lewd detail.  The passenger
describes what Lance's mouth felt like, and the driver whistles and
says, "Damn!"

They talk about fucking him and what they're going to do to him,
and -- what the others are going to want to do to him.

Lance shudders.  They want to do so many things to him.  Things
he's only fantasized about.  Things he doesn't think he could do in
real life.  And then they mention others.  *Others*.  Lance is
not... casual in his affections.  The thought of many people seeing
him like this, doing those things to him -- it's nearly beyond
comprehension.

There's hearty guffaws and laughter from the front as cruder and
cruder acts are talked about.  They say that it's too bad neither
of them had thought to bring a dildo or a butt plug.  They comment
constantly on how Lance looks, what they can see, how his changing
position reveals a nipple or his balls or his dick.

Or, and they seem particularly absorbed by these -- his pretty
mouth and ass hole.

Lance curls up, pulling the dog pillow in front of him so they
can't see anything.  He's humiliated.  He's hard.

That doesn't stop the talk though.  Nothing does except the van
stopping and the engine being turned off.

Lance is pulled out into bright sunlight.  His once golden body is
dirty and smears of tears mark his face.  And his cock is still
hard as hell.

Lance pulls away from the hands that bruise him.  He gets a slap
for his trouble.  As blood trails down his chin, he's dragged
through tall grass.

He's led inside the house.  There's a low whistle of approval. 
"Wow.  Didn't think you'd get him."

"Oh, we got him all right," says the driver.  "He's hot and
practically panting for it, too."

Lance is pushed down onto the floor.

"But he's still kinda feisty."

Lance starts crawling out of the way, trying to find something to
hide against.

A hand grabs his shoulder.  "Ah, ah, ah.  You don't want to do
that."

Lance freezes.  He stops trying to move and starts trying to double
over and become as small as he can.

"You'd almost think he isn't enjoying himself."  Someone laughs.

"Yeah, but look at his dick."  Lance is picked up and folded over
the back of a couch.  Hands start touching him.  One feels his cock
while another fingers the gag and someone else is sticking fingers
up his ass.

Lance struggles.  His toes barely touch the floor and he tries to
squirm forward, but only ends up getting his face shoved into the
cushions.  He can barely breathe, and that makes him even harder. 
The hands on him are rough and not JC's.  *Not JC's* and where is
JC?  Lance sobs into the gag.

The fingers at the gag remove it and then touch his lip gently. 
"He split his lip."

He's turned over and examined closely.

"That's not too bad.  Just a little split."

Lance sucks his lip into his mouth, tasting salt and copper.

There's a silence and then someone says defensively, "I'm sorry. 
It wasn't on purpose."

Another silence and then the person who'd commented on his lip
says, "Fine.  Don't let it happen again."

Lance takes the opportunity to flip over and head for where he
thinks the door is.

"Shit!  He is feisty."  He's brought down by a flying tackle and
then hoisted up and brought back to the couch.

"Hobble him already.  I don't want to have to chase him down."

"We could tie him to something."

"Or we could take off the blindfold."

Another silence, and then one of the voices says, "Fine.  But only
if he already knows who we are."

Someone grips his chin.  "You know who's got you?"

Lance frowns at that.  That's not right.  That's not right at all. 
If this is what he and JC talked about, that's not part of the
original plan.  If it isn't, then they'll kill him instead of
letting him go.

"I asked you a question.  Do you?"

"I don't know."

"Then it stays on."

"Joey," Lance says.  "It was... it was Chris in the car.  Driving. 
And, uh.  And Joey.  And Justin when I came in."  Lance stifles a
sob.  "Where's JC?"

"Right here," says a voice.  It's the same voice that had commented
on his split lip.  The blindfold's removed, but he's still naked
and they're still... *looking* at him.

Lance shivers, sniffling.

A greedy light comes into Chris' eyes.  "Where's the lube?"

Joey undoes Lance's hands, presuming that he won't fight back as
long as he knows who it is who has him.

JC hands Chris the lube.

Lance fixes his eyes on JC, shivering.  "C?"

JC has the same look in his eyes that the others had.  "Yes?"

Lance goes still suddenly, then launches himself away.  This isn't
his JC.

"Damn," Chris says.  "I thought taking off the blindfold'd make him
easier to handle."

Justin, though, is already after Lance and brings him down just as
easily as he had the first time.

Lance struggles and ends up pressed hard to Justin's chest.  He
stays there, hiding and shaking and hard enough to leave spots on
Justin's pants.

"He's trying to rub off against me," Justin says, amused, dragging
him back to the open area.

"Well, don't let him," Chris says.  "Only Joey got some so far, and
that's just not fair."

Lance wasn't, and he protests.  He was hiding.  Frightened and
hiding and he just happens to be really hard.

This time Justin sits down on the couch, length-wise, with Lance
held securely against his lap, face-down.  Chris spreads Lance's
legs and sticks a lubed *thing* up Lance's ass.

Lance whines and tries to move away.  Whatever Chris is using is
cold and doesn't give.  Justin holds him so he can't look and see
what it is, which only makes it more humiliating when the others
laugh.

"He still trying to get off?" Chris asks as he flips a switch.  The
thing in Lance's ass starts vibrating.

"Oh, yeah.  Bet if you put a dick in his face right now, he'd suck
it without even thinking about it twice."

Chris' eyes get even greedier.  "Oh, yeah.  That's what I'm talking
about."

A hand runs down Lance's sweaty back.  "I don't know," JC says.  "I
think it'll be even hotter when he's on his knees, crawling to us,
begging us to fuck his face."

Justin's eyes are very very wide.

Lance moans through clenched teeth.  His body feels like it's
shaking apart.  It wants to come.  And his mind tells him not to,
because he would never, ever be able to look himself in the eye
again.

"I want that," Chris breathes out.  "Get him down on the floor, J."

Justin pushes Lance over, down on his knees, then laughs.  "Look
how wide he's got his legs spread.  He's really into that vibrating
dildo."

Chris takes a seat on the couch.  "Uh-huh.  Oh, yeah.  C'mon, Bass. 
You know you want my cock in your mouth.  Ask for it."

"I can't," Lance grunts.  Justin dumps him onto the floor and he
nearly collapses.  He can't even think or breathe steadily.  How
the fuck is he supposed to *move*?

Chris frowns.  "I don't like hearing that."

JC shakes his head.  "You're going at it the wrong way.  He wants
to be forced."

"But I want him to beg," Chris whines.

"So you do it like this."  JC grabs a handful of Lance's hair, from
down by the nape of his neck.  Into Lance's ear, he hisses, "You're
going to beg to suck him off and everyone else as well who wants
it, or I'm going to see to it that you get off right here and then
start begging for more."

Lance's eyes water and he nods.  He turns his eyes to Chris. 
"Please, please, please let m-me s-suck you off."  He gasps in a
breath.  "Please, please l-let me."

"Damn, JC," Joey says admiringly.

Chris gestures to his lap.  "If you want it that bad, come and get
it."

Lance starts crawling, feeling as weak as a newborn kitten.  He
shakes and trembles and nearly collapses every time he moves.  The
vibrator presses against him, against his prostate, and it blows
his mind.

"Good boy," JC croons.  Then in a whisper, "But you're going to do
the other anyway.  You know that, right?"

Lance sobs, but lifts his head and opens his mouth for Chris's
cock.

Chris swears and throws his head back.  "Oh, *fuck*!"

"Hot, huh?" Joey asks smugly.

"You got no idea.  No idea at all."  Chris slides down, angling
himself to get more of his cock in Lance's mouth.

Lance sucks and cries.  The salt of his tears and Chris's precome
makes Lance's lip sting.

"Why's he keep crying?" Justin asks.  Chris is too far gone to be
distracted.

"He wants it too bad," JC says wisely.  "He wants it so bad he can
only do it if it's not his idea."  JC screws up his face.  "Not his
fault.  Something like that.  He wants it though; I made very sure
of that."  JC grins.  "He just wasn't expecting all of you."

Lance shakes his head.  He really wasn't expecting them.  And he
just feels like such a huge slut.  They'll all hate him after this.

Joey cuffs JC.  "That's because you growl when anyone gets near
him."

JC holds up his hands, laughing.  "I do not!  And never about you
guys.  That's different."

Lance starts swallowing over and over.  If he doesn't, he's going
to choke.

Chris groans and groans and groans.  "Oh my God.  I can't believe
you've been hogging this JC.  Selfish brat."

Justin, though, is already pulling on Lance's arm.

Lance starts making noise.  He can't help it.  He's going to come,
whether he wants to or not.

"He's right at the edge," JC says, grabbing Lance and pushing him
down on his back.  "He always makes that sound when he's about to
come."

"Fuck.  From blowing me?"

"Yeah," JC says.  "And the vibrator, too, probably."

"Can I jerk him?" Joey asks.

"Quick, or you'll miss it," JC says, but Joey is fast, getting his
hand around Lance's cock.

They're all ringing him, staring at him in fascination, even Chris,
who's leaning over the side of the couch, too spent to sit up.

Lance screams.  Come hits him in the chin.  He closes his eyes so
he can't see them.

"Oh, fuck," Justin says, pulling his dick out.  "I wanna fuck him
right now."

A hand pulls the vibrator out and then Lance is turned face down
and Justin fucks him.

Lance is limp, Justin's thrusts rocking him against the carpet.  He
can feel his skin start to burn from the friction, but he can't get
up.

Justin pulls Lance's hips up, slamming into him.  "Hot.  So hot. 
Wish I could find a girl into this stuff."

Lance grunts out, "Not a girl."

"He's arguing," Chris says from his prone position on the couch. 
He waves feebly at Justin and Lance.  "Make him all turned on and
begging again.  That was fun."

"No," JC says critically.  "I think he's almost done for tonight. 
Maybe when he's had more practice."

Lance shivers.  His eyes seek JC's.  He doesn't want this to end
until JC's come, too.

JC's eyes promise that Lance'll get everything he asked for, and
more.

Lance tightens around Justin.

Justin comes with a grunt and falls over.  "Oh, damn."

Chris snickers.  Joey just nods his head.

"Lance," JC says.  "Come here."

Lance moves to JC.  He's not sure how, since he has no bones, but
he manages.

"You know what I want," JC says quietly, stroking Lance's mouth. 
What Lance had told him he wanted, in low whispers, scared that JC
might be offended or disgusted.

Lance nods.  He kisses JC's fingers.

Lance waits for JC's eyes to go hard again.  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. 
I tried to be good.  I'll be good next time, I promise I will.  I'm
sorry I made you hurt me.  I'm sorry I'm a slut.  I didn't mean to,
I'm sorry.  I'm sorry."  He continues apologizing, crying all the
while.  He doesn't look at the others.  This is more revealed, more
vulnerable than he's been for the rest of his time with them.  He
only looks at JC, because he knows JC loves him.

"Hmm," JC says, tilting Lance's chin up to better see the tears. 
"I suppose I believe you, but you shouldn't have struggled, y'know. 
That was very bad of you.  What do you think I should do about
that?"

Lance trembles.  "Punish me," he whispers.

JC's fingers stroke Lance's face.  "Do you think that'll make up
for it?"

"If you say it does, it does," Lance says with perfect faith.

JC laughs and ruffles Lance's hair.  "Come here then."  JC's seated
in a single overstuffed armless chair, that's little more just a
back and something to sit on.  He pats his lap.

Lance moves over to JC, following his cues.  Lance ends up spread
over JC's lap, waiting.

JC spanks him hard, not holding anything back.  Lance wants it all
and JC will give it to him.

Lance is silent throughout, clinging to JC's ankle.

When JC feels Lance's sides trembling constantly with withheld
sobs, he stops.  Instead of spanking Lance's ass, he starts
fingerfucking it.

Lance gasps.  He spreads himself across JC's lap, opening his legs.

First one finger, then two, then three.  All of them go in easily,
with Lance just opening himself wider.  JC plays with adding the
pinky, but doesn't.

Lance is stretched across JC's lap and stretched around his
fingers.  His whole body is sore and he feels like he's very close
to doing something right for once.

"I don't know," JC says.  "I'd like to put my whole hand in you. 
You want that, don't you?"

"Jesus, C," comes a low mutter from across the room.

Lance nods, pressing the side of his face to JC's leg.

"You have to say it," JC says, pulling his fingers out and slapping
Lance's red ass.

"Y-yes, I want your h-hand in me," Lance says.  His drawl is back
and his voice is soft and unsure.

"Good boy," JC says, praising him.  He puts his fingers back inside
Lance's ass, just to feel the flutter of the muscles.  "You've been
very good, but not *quite* good enough for that yet.  Maybe next
time.  But I think you've been good enough for me to fuck you."

Lance sits up at JC's urging, taking the other man into himself a
moment later.  Lance does all the work, following JC's cues.  He's
so used, he's trembling.  But he won't give out until he's pleased
JC.

JC fucks Lance just hard enough.  He's holding Lance up as much as
he can without breaking Lance's illusion that he's the one pleasing
JC.  JC's so turned on already and Lance is so pliant and sweet in
his arms that it's not very long at all that he's coming.

When Lance slumps forward against JC's shoulder, JC holds him close
and strokes his back.  "You've been very very good."

"Thank you," Lance rasps.

JC pets him.  Behind Lance, the other guys are picking up and
leaving.

Lance whispers, "Will they hate me now?"

"No, baby," JC says, kissing his hair.  "They won't.  You'll see. 
They're just giving us a moment alone."

"Okay."

JC holds Lance and pets him, but Lance doesn't seem to have
anything else to say.  He's drained and that's about it.

Joey comes back in quietly.  "He's about passed out, huh?  You
still wanna..."

"Yes," JC says firmly.

"Need someone to help carry him?  We're all ready."

There are so many thoughts racing through Lance's head.  He doesn't
know which to pay attention to.  But Joey's voice draws him back. 
He focuses in, sitting up a little.

JC nuzzles Lance's cheek.  "Can you walk, sweetheart?"

"I can do anything you tell me to," Lance replies.

"Ssh," JC says, clucking his tongue.  "We're done with that.  That
was a game and it's over now."

"I'll still do anything you tell me to."

JC smiles fondly at him.  "All right.  You need to get up then."

Lance stumbles to his feet and stands waiting.

JC takes Lance's hand, and Joey leads them through the house,
outside, and to the hot tub.

Joey strips off his shirt and his shorts and eases in.  The others
are already there.

Lance hangs back.  JC tugs lightly at his hand and he goes, keeping
his eyes down.

Lance is already naked as is JC.  JC helps Lance into the water and
sits down.

Lance slides under the water.  He feels so...  His whole being is
focused on the moment when they make fun of him or laugh or...
something.

"Everyone has something they'd like to tell you," JC says.

"Okay," Lance says.

Chris goes first, as always the most bold and the least shy. 
"Hey," he says in a gentle voice, tugging on Lance's arm. 
"C'mere."

Lance slides,  Chris is sitting just next to him and it's easy to
move.  "Yeah?"

Chris' eyes are soft as he looks at Lance.  He cups Lance's cheek
with his hand.  "Thanks, Lance.  I'm glad I got the chance to do
that with you.  It's an honor, man, that you trust any of us that
much."  He leans in and kisses Lance's forehead.  "Any time you
want anything from me, anything at all, it's yours.  Got that?"

Lance nods.  He leans into Chris for a moment, feeling accepted and
safe and surprisingly unslutty.

Chris hugs him closes and kisses his forehead again, then releases
him.

When Lance slides out of Chris' lap, Justin is there.  Justin hugs
him close and tight.

In Lance's ear, Justin whispers, "You're better than a girl," and
then lets him go.

Lance blushes and smiles shyly at Justin.

Joey goes last, pulling Lance into his lap and holding him close. 
Joey smiles at Lance.  "Wanted you for a long time," he says. 
"It's been cool having such a sexy guy as a best friend.  We're
still okay, okay?  You're still Lance to me.  You'll always be
Lance."

"Promise?"

"Yep."  Joey doesn't stop smiling at Lance.

Lance smiles back, just a little.

Joey surrenders Lance into JC's waiting arms.

JC cuddles Lance to him.  "Better now?"

Lance nods, settling against JC.  "I feel special," he whispers
into JC's ear.

"You are special."

Lance doesn't answer.  He's glad JC thinks so.  But he's so tired. 
So, so tired.

As Lance drowses in JC's lap, the others talk quietly.  Eventually
though, they want to get out, and leave one at a time.

Chris sets the pattern by floating over to Lance and kissing his
cheek.  "Night, Lance."

Justin follows him, also kissing Lance's cheek, although he glances
at JC first, who nods, smiling indulgently.

Joey's last.  "You need some help getting him inside?"

JC nods.  "Yes, please."

Lance gasps as he's maneuvered out of the water.  Taking his own
weight reminds his body of how it's been used.  It's not bad, but
a reminder of his pleasure and the pleasure he was allowed to bring
his friends.

Joey cradles Lance in his arms and takes him inside.

JC goes ahead of them and picks up a large fluffy towel from the
bed.

Joey sets Lance on his feet and holds him upright, supporting him
so Lance won't fall over.

JC dries Lance off carefully and gently, and then himself more
quickly.  He throws the towels into a hamper and then encourages
Lance to lean forward, into him.  "Thanks, Joey."

"Anytime."  Joey kisses the top of Lance's head and leaves.

Lance lifts his face, looking up at JC.  "You're good to me."

"You deserve it," JC says, helping him to the bed and under the
covers.  He gets in next to Lance once Lance is underneath the
blankets, and wraps an arm around Lance.  "I love you.  I'd do
anything for you."

"Even let me do anything for you," Lance says.  He lifts an
unsteady hand to trace the bridge of JC's nose.  "My C."

"Yours," JC says, smiling at him, and kisses him.