Um.. hehe... ok I have no excuse for this... um... yeah...
Appologies to Nova who reviewed before... See I thought you were somone local who always reviews very harshly and I usually take stuff from her more pesonally than I do from anyone else because she also tends to go on and on about how she didn't like this one part if anything about it comes up in conversation later... When I asked her later about what I thought was her review and she told me she hadn't read it yet I was like ".......crap..." Eh...email or im me if you want me to explain in a way that I won't confuse the crap out of you... lol
Now that I've apologized for being a total ass... On to the Ozzy- whomping... Poor Ozzy.
Chapter 2
Now Osmosis had recently become cheif of security. Northstar, seeing that being tactical advisor and head of demolitions in addition to security cheif was taking it's toll on Rico, she assigned the task to the zealous white blood cell.
At this point (about a year after the mission) Jones was bringing in the latest security report and modifications to Northstar's office. Unfortunately she was off base for some meeting so he had to take them to the next ranking officer... Namely Thrax.
"Ozzy... This won't work... Security is way to laxed in this sector and it's a vunerable point... Change it." Thrax now usually only called him Jones if they were in the control room during operations or when he was in trouble.
"Exactally! See when the Horde tries to break in there we'll have some guys waiting secretly there and take em! Or maybe it'll be safe because the Horde'll think we'll do that so they won't attack there... either way it'd be safe..."
Thrax didn't even try to follow that "Jones... what!?" he sighed and gave him back the datapad, "Here.. make the nessicary changes... "
"No way man! Check it out.. this'll work!"
"It's too dangerous... No Ozzy, I won't approve it."
"Dude it'll work!"
Thrax's temper was rising. "Jones..."
"It will work! If you'd really look at it you'd see that!"
"Jones..." Thrax stood up "I've looked it over and the answer is no.. now I won't tell you again to change it! That's an order!"
"Fine... Jackass.." Jones muttered, snatching up the datapad, "You'll see how well it works." he really had no intention of obeying orders.
"That's gross insubordination Jones..." Thrax growled dangerously.
Thrax's eyes flashed and in the next moment his claws were wrapped around Jones' arm. Osmosis tensed up. He'd gone way too far this time and he knew what was coming. He also knew that there was no fighting it.
Now that mission on earth was the first trip he'd ever taken over Thrax's knees, but it was by no means the last. Oddly enough over time he and Thrax had formed a bit of a bond as a result of that. Jones had never known his father. He'd left or died or somthing when he was little and he'd ended up having to take care of his mother most of the time. He'd never had a father figure and oddly enough Thrax had become the closest thing to that he'd ever known. It came from the way Thrax treated him after he'd been punished coupled with the fact that they'd actually shared a few man to man conversations made it rather diffacult to continue their enemity.
He only reminissed for a few seconds becasue Thrax had yanked Jones closer to him by the arm and had him fixated with an icy stare that burned right through him. For a moment he concidered maliputlating his structure to slip out of his grasp and get away and out, but that idea was immediately shattered. Last time Thrax had recaught him, pinned him to the floor with one knee and used his own belt to almost literally burn the pants from his backside. The experiance had left him bruised and literally unable to sit for a week.
"You know what to do Jones..." His tone was full of warning as he let go of the cell's arm.
Resigned to his fate, Osmosis sighed and followed Thrax to the back of his desk. There Thrax took out a couple items, one was a ping pong paddle that he'd had the painful experiance of the virus useing on him before and the other was a switch. Ozzy's heart sank when Thrax also went to the weapons rack and took down the sharpening strap.
"Choose..." He motioned to the paddle and the switch. Ozzy knew that the strap would be used reguardless.
Hoping the pain would be less with it he chose the switch. Nodding, Thrax put away the paddle and gave Jones an "I'm waiting" look. Jones shuddered again. Whenever he wasn't simply hauled over his lap that ment he was to be bare from the begining. Not allowing himself to tremble he undid his belt and slid his trousers down as he draped himself over Thrax's thighs. He'd learned the hard way that if he just laied there and took the punishment he'd be in a lot less pain in the long run.
Without another word Thrax raised his right hand and began spanking him. Jones closed his eyes. This was easy to take without a sound. It didn't hurt so much, but the real grimace on his face came from the fact that he knew this was just to warm him up... That strap would do far more damage to his skin if it were used on a 'cold' bottom.
"You're gonna be feeling this one a while Jones..." Thrax told him matter- of-factly.
Jones hissed when he felt the blows get harder. Thrax's hand was bad enough without knowing that there were soon to be impliments involved. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about it. But he did remember to pull his hips just a little away from Thrax's leg. He'd noticed to his confusion that he usually got a bit 'stiff' when Thrax started out with his hand, but the moment an impliment was picked up it would go away and he was able to focus more on the pain of the spanking and how to lessen it rather than hiding his erection.
Thrax started to spank harder and Osmosis gulped, he knew that he'd stop soon and move on to somthing more painful. He was right on the money. After a few good smacks Thrax stopped and picked up the sharpening strap. Ozzy tensed up and shut his eyes, tears already forming. He'd felt it before and he remembered all too well how badly it hurt.
Senseing the cell's fear Thrax stroked the back of his head slowly. "Will you need to be tied down again then?" Ozzy shook his head. The first time he'd ever used that strap Jones had struggled so violently that Thrax had had to tie him down to keep the cell from getting seriously injured. Thrax' hadn't been lieing about how painful it was. Nodding Thrax raised his arm and Jones sucked in his breath sharply as the leather burnt across his buttocks.
He paused for a moment then struck again, feeling every muscle in Jones' body tense up. He feared the strap and usually it's meer presence in a room was enough to keep him streight. Jones was yelping after every blow but not allowing himself to break down. Despite the fact that he knew it ended sooner when he did he still couldn't bring himself not to fight it.
Jones took hold of Thrax's ankle and squeezed slightly in a plea for him to stop. Thrax did gently stroke his shoulders but at the same time he strapped him harder as a reminder that no amount of pleading would stop this until he was fully ready to stop. Ozzy was soon whimpering under it's kiss.
Bawling he burried his head in Thrax's side and began to sob. The strap never took very long to have that effect on him. He felt the Virus' strong left arm wrap around his shoulders compassionately even as the merciless strapping continued. Every stroke caused his body to jump and his shoulders to shake with his sobs.
Thrax squeezed him gently and started strapping his thighs. Ozzy whimperd and his legs jumped and kicked but he fought the urge to try to get up, bawling harder into Thrax's side. He always found it easier to take the painful punishment this way. Even while burning up his bottom Thrax wasn't entirely 'cold'. When he was trying to submit to so dire a strapping he'd sooth and hold him even as the leather bit into his flesh. It made it easier for him to endure it and reminded him that it wasn't being given out of cruelty.
The left side of Thrax's favorite black trenchcoat was now drenched in the white blood cell's tears. Ozzy's arms were wrapped around Thrax's, which made the spanking just a little more akward for the Virus, but Thrax didn't protest. The cell was simply absorbing the affection he so craved and Thrax freely gave it even throughout the punishment.
Nearly through with the strap, Thrax began landing his blows full force on the hapless and inflamed blue bottom accross his thighs. Jones screamed out and clutched onto Thrax tighter, but didn't get up. Full force ment that another phase of his punishment was nearly over, but it didn't stop him from sobbing harder, gasping for breath as the wide strap seared his bottom and thighs. With another devastating blow Thrax stopped then pulled Osmosis immediately into a warm embrace.
Not one to refuse the comfort, Osmosis slid his arms around his waist and sobbed bitterly into his shoulder. He felt a strong but gentle clawed hand lain on the back of his head and gently stroke him. "Shhh Ozzy.. It's ok.." Thrax soothed. "I know..." he squeezed him a little bit, "It's not over though you know that.." Remembering that Thrax had yet to give him the licking he intended, Jones tightened his grip and sobbed harder. "No.. S'alright baby... Just stick it through."
Powerful arms scooped him up and carried him to the sofa that Thrax had in his office. There was also a small table nearby that Thrax had already set a glass of water on. He set Jones on his knees on the floor and Thrax allowed him to rest his arms on his lap while he made him drink the entire glass of water. Then he let him go into the bathroom to relieve himself.
When Jones came out of the bathroom with his pants kind of held up in front of him he peered toward Thrax, the virus had the switch set on the table in front of him, a bowl of cool water and a bottle of baby oil already prepared for when it was over. He winced and his lower lip popped out a little unconciously. He'd hoped that he'd decided to waylay that part of the punishment.
Obeying the command that he gave him with his eyes, he laied face down back accross Thrax's thighs. For a moment Thrax stroked the back of his head reassuringly then he picked up the switch and began whipping him.
Jones yelped and tensed up. This hurt a whole lot more than he'd barganed for, especially on a bottom that was already tender and agonizingly sore from a strapping. Clenching his teeth and his fists he resolved to bury his face in Thrax's arm again. His sobs came back almost immediately and his cheeks would reflexively clench and unclench at every bite of the switch.
Thrax sighed as he planted a nasty blow right at the tops of his thighs. He didn't entirely enjoy reducing Osmosis to a sobbing mess like this, but most of the time that was the only way to really get through to him. A slightly harder lick on his right buttock caused Ozzy to jump and sob louder. "I'd advise watching your tone in the future Jones... I doubt you want to make this trip again."
Osmosis shook his head. He'd tried to utter a 'No sir' but he was beyond speach at this point. All he could do was cry and cry he did, wanting nothing more than to go back to his quarters when this was over and just cry with an ice pack on his butt.
He let out a half whimper-half yelp as another lick kissed him harder than before and boo-hooed, expecting every blow after it to be the same. Thrax did switch him a couple more times but then Osmosis felt a pause. There was no way it could be over this soon so he covered his head with his hands and whimpered, waiting for Thrax to get whatever he was planning to do over with.
Thrax was simply looking at the white blood cell's now midnight blue bottom. One of the stripes he'd lain was far darker directly down the middle than it should have been and it was spreading.... He had broken the skin. He'd spanked Ozzy plenty of times, but never had he broken the skin and he hadn't ment to this time.
Slowly, shakily he put the switch back down on the coffee table while Jones sobbed and cried over his lap, Without a word he stroked his back and head with his left hand as his right dipped a rag in the water and gently patted it on the sore bottom beneath him.
Osmosis hissed in pain, especially at a particularly intense spot on his left cheek. Slowly he turned his face toward Thrax's, his own tearstricken and flushed. Thrax seemed oddly upset... far diffrent than what was normal after such a punishment.
"All right I'm done now... You've been punished enough."
Before he could get up himself Thrax picked him up and held him in his arms, shushing him and strokeing his back. He had him in an unusually protective embrace and was rubbing his back up and down. A little confused, he only halfway hugged the Virus back.
"I broke the skin...I'm sorry.." he whispered, pushing him away for a moment to wipe the cell's tears away with his thumbs then he held his head to his chest and rocked him.
"T... Thrax..?" he managed, blubbering.
"Shhh..." he kissed Ozzy on the forehead, somthing that hadn't been part of the normal 'making up' process in the past.
Ozzy was so startled he stopped blubbering for a moment "Uh..."
One of Thrax's thumbs stroked his cheek as his gentle massage continued.
"Uh... Seriously..." Jones sniffled, remembering the inquiry he haughtly made over his lap a year ago "Are you gay?" then he tensed a little, expecting to be pushed back over his lap again.
After a pause Thrax finally answerd him. "No..." he said calmly.. "But now that I think about it, I am bi I think..."
For a long time nither of them did anything. Jones was shocked, not having expected the virus to say somthing like that. Before he could open his mouth to say somthing else to the virus he felt his lips on him again in another kiss... this time it was on his mouth. Breathless from both the spanking and the kiss Jones could say nothing.
"I want you to know I have noticed Ozzy.." the cell stared at him as he continued. "I know that for a few of these punishments you've gained an erection while I was useing my hand... I couldn't allow you to enjoy it so I continued with an impliment so that you would learn... but I have noticed..."
As much as he was already blushing, Jones blushed more at this.
"Don't be embarassed Ozzy..." Thrax told him gently. "I've felt a sort of excitement as well..."
Gasping in pain and shock, Ozzy felt a cold sting as Thrax poured a little baby oil onto his sore bottom and his hand begin to tenderly rub it in. He whispered somthing in his ear but he couldn't understand it. All he was really aware of was the feeling of his head on the Virus' strong, protective shoulder and the same Virus' hand soothing his bottom.
Sniffling he burried his face in Thrax's chest, begining to relax a little bit as a few other muscles started to tense up without his knowledge. Still holding him, Thrax gently laied Osmosis down on the sofa, taking off his coat and draping it over his shoulders. Jones sniffled again and burried his face in his throat.
Still laying beside him Thrax planted a few more tender kisses on top of the cell's head, a couple of his claws found their way inside his thighs as he continued to sooth his bottom. The two men looked at each other, both their faces turning a little red. Then Thrax turned the cell's face up toward his to kiss him again.
Jones was afraid. He'd never had anyone kiss him like that before.. Even Leah. Truth be told he really didn't have as much experiance in the bedroom as he bragged about. Wait... why was he thinking about that now. Slowly he made eye contact with Thrax, who had the cell's bottom gently cupped in his hand.
"Can you feel the heat Thrax..?" Jones muttered and it came out a whole lot diffrent than he intended it to.
Osmosis could see the Virus' eyes dialate in sudden arousal and the hand cupping his bottom began to caress. Jones let out his breath in a slow hiss and involuntarily brushed his groin against Thrax's leg. Thrax's other hand slowly slid around Ozzy's back and up his shirt as he bent down to kiss his throat.
He arched up, he hadn't given his consent for this, but he hadn't exactally protested it either. The hand that was once caressing his tush slowly slid down to push Ozzy's slacks the rest of the way down as the other took hold of the back of his leather jacket to pull it off. Jones let the material slide off his arms, still laying on the inside of Thrax's trenchcoat.
Wordlessly he slid his hand over the front of Thrax's grey turtleneck and up to his throat. Thrax closed his eyes and let out a low growl, pulling Jones closer. Ozzy tensed up at the growl, becoming afraid again. Confused Thrax looked down at the now-frightened cell then realized what it was. Smiling reassuringly he pulled his head to him and kissed his forehead.
"I growl for more reasons than anger." he said kindly and embraced Jones once more.
Letting out a soft sigh Ozzy wrapped his arms around his waist, the last remnants of his tears being wiped away and dried on the soft material of his grey turtleneck. As if acting on instingt Osmosis started to pull one of the arms of his turtleneck off him. When he paused, nervous Thrax simply slipped it off himself and bunched it up behind Ozzy's head then he slid the white blood cell's shirt off him.
Ozzy swallowed. He was now totally nude under the scrutinous yellow gaze of the virus above him. As he looked up a little sheepishly Thrax bent down to kiss him again, sharp tips of his claws running down his side, causeing a shiver to go up and down the middle of his back.
A hungry look in his eyes Thrax shifted Ozzy's position on the couch so that he was sitting up. The smaller male whimpered at the painful contact on his poor injured bottom. "Shhh..." Thrax soothed and touched his cheek then both his hands began to caress the cell's lap. Ozzy's eyes half closed and he tried to move his feet apart a little, but it was restricted by his pants around his ankles. He still had his shoes so they wouldn't come off.
Thrax, sensing the problem slipped His shoes from his feet and pulled his pants off completely, leaving the cell starkers save for a pair of white socks with blue stripes on the ankles. Jones shivered when he felt Thrax kissing his thighs. Thrax's coat still lay unfolded and forgotten on the couch and oddly enough the friction of it on his inflamed bottom caused his erection to extend to it's full length.
Officer Jones tilted his head back and moaned as he felt Thrax's lips touch the base of his hardness then whimpered in pleasure at the pointed tounge sliding over the tip and touching the inside of the little hole.. "Thrax.." He murmored, letting his fingers slide through his dreadlocks. Thrax gently scraped his deadly claws down the side of his thighs and Jones lifted his hips up in pleasure.
Just as the pain of the strapping had been almost too much to bear, the pleasure as Thrax's mouth began to engulf the head of his manhood sent him reeling. Jones whimpered in pleasure as Thrax's tounge drew paterns along his shaft, copying the movements Northstar had made on his own member so many times before.
Thrax's tounge pressed flat against his manhood, his claws reaching behind him and raking his back, but when he got to his tender bottom he gently rubbed and caressed it, feeling the warmpth leftover from the spanking. He licked a little precum from the tip of Ozzy's throbbing manhood and then began kissing slowly up his abdomen back to his mouth.
Breathless the white blood cell managed to kiss him back, their tounges wrestleing inside their mouths in a struggle for dominance. They broke off for a moment then Thrax, noticing that Jones had him at a disadvantage, kicked off his boots and began sliding down his slacks. Once they were down to his knees Jones stopped him from removing his boxers. Thrax looked at him, afraid for a moment that he'd gone too far with the cell again.
"Wait a minute... are those little duckies?"
Thrax utterly broke down laughing at that question. "Yes Ozzy... They're little duckies... " He leaned down to kiss him again, kneeling between his thighs. As he kissed and caressed his face and neck Jones was sliding down his boxer shorts, completely freeing Thrax's erection
Jones was begining to get nervous again. He'd never seen another man's penis before. (Unless you count the shower in the men's locker room and you don't dare stare there!) Least of all a fully erect other man's penis. Sensing his tension Thrax sat by him and took his hand, then kissed his cheek tenderly.
Loostening up he turned around and started to smooch with Thrax. Chuckling Thrax took hold of the younger man's hand and slowly guided it to his own throbbing member. "It won't bite you know.." he whispered. Swallowing Ozzy slowly began to stroke him, if a bit clumzily. Stroking him gently on the back of the head Thrax whispered. "Just pretend you're pleasureing yourelf baby..."
Jones gently squeezed at his shaft and massaged his tip with his thumb. "Oooh yeah..." he muttered into the boy's ear and pulled him closer. Osmosis jumped a little when he felt Thrax's hand begin to stroke his bottom again, the Virus' right hand coming up behind his head and gently raking his shoulders with his claws. His real surprise came when Thrax's index claw found it's way in his tight opening. He stopped stroking Thrax and looked into his face.
Once again the cell found himself pulled into the stronger mans embrace and gently pushed into a prostrate position on the couch. Kissing his shoulders Thrax picked up the cloth from the bowl again and wiped the cool water over his bottom, breifly tracing the little cut he'd made earlier. 'Strange how that little mistake triggered this..' he mused.
He reached over and took hold of the bottle of baby oil, Jones watching him the whole time. Then he poured a little bit onto his bottom again and rubbed it in to sooth it farther before pouring a little on his rectum. He positioned himself carefully behind the cell, but rather than penetrate him he leaned forward and whispered into his ear.
"Do you want this?" his need was burning, but he had to know if the young cell wanted it as badly as he did. "I won't go any farther without your sayso..."
Ozzy paused for a little while and senseing that he wasn't quite ready yet, Thrax began kissing his shoulders and stroking his arms as one of his hands slipped around to stroke his hardness again. Osmosis exhaled shakily and thrust his hips into Thrax's hand a couple times. The tips of his claws lightly grazed his abdomen. Jones arched up and rubbed his shoulders agaisnt Thrax's bare chest, groaning.
"Thrax... I.." he managed through his gasps.
"Tell me what you want Jones..." he whispered heatedly, though he expressed what he wanted by probing at his opening with his tip.
"I.. I want.." he shivered as Thrax's claws traced the outside of his thigh. "W... would it hurt?" In this sense Osmosis was a virgin. He'd never in his life been with another man.
"I promise I'll be careful baby..."
He nodded. Thrax gently picked up one of Osmosis' arms and held it to his chest, pulling the cell closer to him. Jones braced himself for a powerful first thrust but instead what he felt was Thrax's tip slowly proding agaisnst his opening. As Thrax moved his hips at a controlled pace he gradually increased the ammount of his erection that he let slide into him.
After a few slow thrusts Thrax picked up the baby oil again and added just a little more lubrication to Jones' hole, letting his fingers slip inside him, loostening him up farther by sliding his fingers in and slowly pulling them out. Once he felt him loosten up inside he lubed up his entire erecton with the baby oil then he leaned forward and whispered again. "Ready baby?" he asked seducitively. In responce he recieved a kiss from his partner.
Smileing, Thrax dipped his tounge into Ozzy's mouth and slowly slid his full length into him. Osmosis gasped in pain/pleasure. Thrax held him close and held still, whispering comfortingly into his ear as he allowed him to get used to having him inside him, wrapping his hand around Jones's shaft.
When Osmosis began to move his hips and grind against Thrax's hand he began to gently thrust within him. As he slowly slid out then back in again Thrax groaned. It was such a unique feeling being inside another male. He let out a low, gentle growl and nibbled on the cell's neck.
Beneath him Jones moaned, grinding his hips both against Thrax's hand around his member and against the hips thrusting inside him. His entire body was trembling in pleasure and he was enjoying the feeling of being held close to the Virus, of feeling him thrusting inside him.
His senses were reeling. Jones wasn't able to stand it any longer and he came, spilling his load over Thrax's hand and the couch. Moaning loudly he let his body collapse beneath him. To make it easier on him Thrax put one of the larger pillows from the couch under Ozzy's stomache so that his bottom would still be held up as he thrust.
"Oooh Jones..." Thrax muttered, his hand moving from Ozzy's now-limp manhood to his torso, gently caressing his chest. A few seconds later he filled the cell's insides with his climax...
Groaning they collapsed together onto the couch in the 'spoon' position, Thrax's head on Ozzy's and just cuddling. Osmosis turned around and looked at Thrax, wondering for a moment if he was going to be impaled now, but that thought was quickly dashed to peices as Thrax pulled his body closer to his. It was then that he noticed that it was chilly and he shivered.
"Cold?" Thrax asked him.
"Yeah kinda..."
The virus smiled and raised his own body temprature a little bit and shifted so that Ozzy was between him and the back of the couch. Much warmer now Jones snuggled up to him and nuzzled his neck, musing over how cool it was that Thrax could do that. "You're exausted Jones... get some shuteye.." with that he kissed him on the forehead and the last thing that he was aware of him before sleep claimed him was a set of powerful red arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace.
Appologies to Nova who reviewed before... See I thought you were somone local who always reviews very harshly and I usually take stuff from her more pesonally than I do from anyone else because she also tends to go on and on about how she didn't like this one part if anything about it comes up in conversation later... When I asked her later about what I thought was her review and she told me she hadn't read it yet I was like ".......crap..." Eh...email or im me if you want me to explain in a way that I won't confuse the crap out of you... lol
Now that I've apologized for being a total ass... On to the Ozzy- whomping... Poor Ozzy.
Chapter 2
Now Osmosis had recently become cheif of security. Northstar, seeing that being tactical advisor and head of demolitions in addition to security cheif was taking it's toll on Rico, she assigned the task to the zealous white blood cell.
At this point (about a year after the mission) Jones was bringing in the latest security report and modifications to Northstar's office. Unfortunately she was off base for some meeting so he had to take them to the next ranking officer... Namely Thrax.
"Ozzy... This won't work... Security is way to laxed in this sector and it's a vunerable point... Change it." Thrax now usually only called him Jones if they were in the control room during operations or when he was in trouble.
"Exactally! See when the Horde tries to break in there we'll have some guys waiting secretly there and take em! Or maybe it'll be safe because the Horde'll think we'll do that so they won't attack there... either way it'd be safe..."
Thrax didn't even try to follow that "Jones... what!?" he sighed and gave him back the datapad, "Here.. make the nessicary changes... "
"No way man! Check it out.. this'll work!"
"It's too dangerous... No Ozzy, I won't approve it."
"Dude it'll work!"
Thrax's temper was rising. "Jones..."
"It will work! If you'd really look at it you'd see that!"
"Jones..." Thrax stood up "I've looked it over and the answer is no.. now I won't tell you again to change it! That's an order!"
"Fine... Jackass.." Jones muttered, snatching up the datapad, "You'll see how well it works." he really had no intention of obeying orders.
"That's gross insubordination Jones..." Thrax growled dangerously.
Thrax's eyes flashed and in the next moment his claws were wrapped around Jones' arm. Osmosis tensed up. He'd gone way too far this time and he knew what was coming. He also knew that there was no fighting it.
Now that mission on earth was the first trip he'd ever taken over Thrax's knees, but it was by no means the last. Oddly enough over time he and Thrax had formed a bit of a bond as a result of that. Jones had never known his father. He'd left or died or somthing when he was little and he'd ended up having to take care of his mother most of the time. He'd never had a father figure and oddly enough Thrax had become the closest thing to that he'd ever known. It came from the way Thrax treated him after he'd been punished coupled with the fact that they'd actually shared a few man to man conversations made it rather diffacult to continue their enemity.
He only reminissed for a few seconds becasue Thrax had yanked Jones closer to him by the arm and had him fixated with an icy stare that burned right through him. For a moment he concidered maliputlating his structure to slip out of his grasp and get away and out, but that idea was immediately shattered. Last time Thrax had recaught him, pinned him to the floor with one knee and used his own belt to almost literally burn the pants from his backside. The experiance had left him bruised and literally unable to sit for a week.
"You know what to do Jones..." His tone was full of warning as he let go of the cell's arm.
Resigned to his fate, Osmosis sighed and followed Thrax to the back of his desk. There Thrax took out a couple items, one was a ping pong paddle that he'd had the painful experiance of the virus useing on him before and the other was a switch. Ozzy's heart sank when Thrax also went to the weapons rack and took down the sharpening strap.
"Choose..." He motioned to the paddle and the switch. Ozzy knew that the strap would be used reguardless.
Hoping the pain would be less with it he chose the switch. Nodding, Thrax put away the paddle and gave Jones an "I'm waiting" look. Jones shuddered again. Whenever he wasn't simply hauled over his lap that ment he was to be bare from the begining. Not allowing himself to tremble he undid his belt and slid his trousers down as he draped himself over Thrax's thighs. He'd learned the hard way that if he just laied there and took the punishment he'd be in a lot less pain in the long run.
Without another word Thrax raised his right hand and began spanking him. Jones closed his eyes. This was easy to take without a sound. It didn't hurt so much, but the real grimace on his face came from the fact that he knew this was just to warm him up... That strap would do far more damage to his skin if it were used on a 'cold' bottom.
"You're gonna be feeling this one a while Jones..." Thrax told him matter- of-factly.
Jones hissed when he felt the blows get harder. Thrax's hand was bad enough without knowing that there were soon to be impliments involved. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about it. But he did remember to pull his hips just a little away from Thrax's leg. He'd noticed to his confusion that he usually got a bit 'stiff' when Thrax started out with his hand, but the moment an impliment was picked up it would go away and he was able to focus more on the pain of the spanking and how to lessen it rather than hiding his erection.
Thrax started to spank harder and Osmosis gulped, he knew that he'd stop soon and move on to somthing more painful. He was right on the money. After a few good smacks Thrax stopped and picked up the sharpening strap. Ozzy tensed up and shut his eyes, tears already forming. He'd felt it before and he remembered all too well how badly it hurt.
Senseing the cell's fear Thrax stroked the back of his head slowly. "Will you need to be tied down again then?" Ozzy shook his head. The first time he'd ever used that strap Jones had struggled so violently that Thrax had had to tie him down to keep the cell from getting seriously injured. Thrax' hadn't been lieing about how painful it was. Nodding Thrax raised his arm and Jones sucked in his breath sharply as the leather burnt across his buttocks.
He paused for a moment then struck again, feeling every muscle in Jones' body tense up. He feared the strap and usually it's meer presence in a room was enough to keep him streight. Jones was yelping after every blow but not allowing himself to break down. Despite the fact that he knew it ended sooner when he did he still couldn't bring himself not to fight it.
Jones took hold of Thrax's ankle and squeezed slightly in a plea for him to stop. Thrax did gently stroke his shoulders but at the same time he strapped him harder as a reminder that no amount of pleading would stop this until he was fully ready to stop. Ozzy was soon whimpering under it's kiss.
Bawling he burried his head in Thrax's side and began to sob. The strap never took very long to have that effect on him. He felt the Virus' strong left arm wrap around his shoulders compassionately even as the merciless strapping continued. Every stroke caused his body to jump and his shoulders to shake with his sobs.
Thrax squeezed him gently and started strapping his thighs. Ozzy whimperd and his legs jumped and kicked but he fought the urge to try to get up, bawling harder into Thrax's side. He always found it easier to take the painful punishment this way. Even while burning up his bottom Thrax wasn't entirely 'cold'. When he was trying to submit to so dire a strapping he'd sooth and hold him even as the leather bit into his flesh. It made it easier for him to endure it and reminded him that it wasn't being given out of cruelty.
The left side of Thrax's favorite black trenchcoat was now drenched in the white blood cell's tears. Ozzy's arms were wrapped around Thrax's, which made the spanking just a little more akward for the Virus, but Thrax didn't protest. The cell was simply absorbing the affection he so craved and Thrax freely gave it even throughout the punishment.
Nearly through with the strap, Thrax began landing his blows full force on the hapless and inflamed blue bottom accross his thighs. Jones screamed out and clutched onto Thrax tighter, but didn't get up. Full force ment that another phase of his punishment was nearly over, but it didn't stop him from sobbing harder, gasping for breath as the wide strap seared his bottom and thighs. With another devastating blow Thrax stopped then pulled Osmosis immediately into a warm embrace.
Not one to refuse the comfort, Osmosis slid his arms around his waist and sobbed bitterly into his shoulder. He felt a strong but gentle clawed hand lain on the back of his head and gently stroke him. "Shhh Ozzy.. It's ok.." Thrax soothed. "I know..." he squeezed him a little bit, "It's not over though you know that.." Remembering that Thrax had yet to give him the licking he intended, Jones tightened his grip and sobbed harder. "No.. S'alright baby... Just stick it through."
Powerful arms scooped him up and carried him to the sofa that Thrax had in his office. There was also a small table nearby that Thrax had already set a glass of water on. He set Jones on his knees on the floor and Thrax allowed him to rest his arms on his lap while he made him drink the entire glass of water. Then he let him go into the bathroom to relieve himself.
When Jones came out of the bathroom with his pants kind of held up in front of him he peered toward Thrax, the virus had the switch set on the table in front of him, a bowl of cool water and a bottle of baby oil already prepared for when it was over. He winced and his lower lip popped out a little unconciously. He'd hoped that he'd decided to waylay that part of the punishment.
Obeying the command that he gave him with his eyes, he laied face down back accross Thrax's thighs. For a moment Thrax stroked the back of his head reassuringly then he picked up the switch and began whipping him.
Jones yelped and tensed up. This hurt a whole lot more than he'd barganed for, especially on a bottom that was already tender and agonizingly sore from a strapping. Clenching his teeth and his fists he resolved to bury his face in Thrax's arm again. His sobs came back almost immediately and his cheeks would reflexively clench and unclench at every bite of the switch.
Thrax sighed as he planted a nasty blow right at the tops of his thighs. He didn't entirely enjoy reducing Osmosis to a sobbing mess like this, but most of the time that was the only way to really get through to him. A slightly harder lick on his right buttock caused Ozzy to jump and sob louder. "I'd advise watching your tone in the future Jones... I doubt you want to make this trip again."
Osmosis shook his head. He'd tried to utter a 'No sir' but he was beyond speach at this point. All he could do was cry and cry he did, wanting nothing more than to go back to his quarters when this was over and just cry with an ice pack on his butt.
He let out a half whimper-half yelp as another lick kissed him harder than before and boo-hooed, expecting every blow after it to be the same. Thrax did switch him a couple more times but then Osmosis felt a pause. There was no way it could be over this soon so he covered his head with his hands and whimpered, waiting for Thrax to get whatever he was planning to do over with.
Thrax was simply looking at the white blood cell's now midnight blue bottom. One of the stripes he'd lain was far darker directly down the middle than it should have been and it was spreading.... He had broken the skin. He'd spanked Ozzy plenty of times, but never had he broken the skin and he hadn't ment to this time.
Slowly, shakily he put the switch back down on the coffee table while Jones sobbed and cried over his lap, Without a word he stroked his back and head with his left hand as his right dipped a rag in the water and gently patted it on the sore bottom beneath him.
Osmosis hissed in pain, especially at a particularly intense spot on his left cheek. Slowly he turned his face toward Thrax's, his own tearstricken and flushed. Thrax seemed oddly upset... far diffrent than what was normal after such a punishment.
"All right I'm done now... You've been punished enough."
Before he could get up himself Thrax picked him up and held him in his arms, shushing him and strokeing his back. He had him in an unusually protective embrace and was rubbing his back up and down. A little confused, he only halfway hugged the Virus back.
"I broke the skin...I'm sorry.." he whispered, pushing him away for a moment to wipe the cell's tears away with his thumbs then he held his head to his chest and rocked him.
"T... Thrax..?" he managed, blubbering.
"Shhh..." he kissed Ozzy on the forehead, somthing that hadn't been part of the normal 'making up' process in the past.
Ozzy was so startled he stopped blubbering for a moment "Uh..."
One of Thrax's thumbs stroked his cheek as his gentle massage continued.
"Uh... Seriously..." Jones sniffled, remembering the inquiry he haughtly made over his lap a year ago "Are you gay?" then he tensed a little, expecting to be pushed back over his lap again.
After a pause Thrax finally answerd him. "No..." he said calmly.. "But now that I think about it, I am bi I think..."
For a long time nither of them did anything. Jones was shocked, not having expected the virus to say somthing like that. Before he could open his mouth to say somthing else to the virus he felt his lips on him again in another kiss... this time it was on his mouth. Breathless from both the spanking and the kiss Jones could say nothing.
"I want you to know I have noticed Ozzy.." the cell stared at him as he continued. "I know that for a few of these punishments you've gained an erection while I was useing my hand... I couldn't allow you to enjoy it so I continued with an impliment so that you would learn... but I have noticed..."
As much as he was already blushing, Jones blushed more at this.
"Don't be embarassed Ozzy..." Thrax told him gently. "I've felt a sort of excitement as well..."
Gasping in pain and shock, Ozzy felt a cold sting as Thrax poured a little baby oil onto his sore bottom and his hand begin to tenderly rub it in. He whispered somthing in his ear but he couldn't understand it. All he was really aware of was the feeling of his head on the Virus' strong, protective shoulder and the same Virus' hand soothing his bottom.
Sniffling he burried his face in Thrax's chest, begining to relax a little bit as a few other muscles started to tense up without his knowledge. Still holding him, Thrax gently laied Osmosis down on the sofa, taking off his coat and draping it over his shoulders. Jones sniffled again and burried his face in his throat.
Still laying beside him Thrax planted a few more tender kisses on top of the cell's head, a couple of his claws found their way inside his thighs as he continued to sooth his bottom. The two men looked at each other, both their faces turning a little red. Then Thrax turned the cell's face up toward his to kiss him again.
Jones was afraid. He'd never had anyone kiss him like that before.. Even Leah. Truth be told he really didn't have as much experiance in the bedroom as he bragged about. Wait... why was he thinking about that now. Slowly he made eye contact with Thrax, who had the cell's bottom gently cupped in his hand.
"Can you feel the heat Thrax..?" Jones muttered and it came out a whole lot diffrent than he intended it to.
Osmosis could see the Virus' eyes dialate in sudden arousal and the hand cupping his bottom began to caress. Jones let out his breath in a slow hiss and involuntarily brushed his groin against Thrax's leg. Thrax's other hand slowly slid around Ozzy's back and up his shirt as he bent down to kiss his throat.
He arched up, he hadn't given his consent for this, but he hadn't exactally protested it either. The hand that was once caressing his tush slowly slid down to push Ozzy's slacks the rest of the way down as the other took hold of the back of his leather jacket to pull it off. Jones let the material slide off his arms, still laying on the inside of Thrax's trenchcoat.
Wordlessly he slid his hand over the front of Thrax's grey turtleneck and up to his throat. Thrax closed his eyes and let out a low growl, pulling Jones closer. Ozzy tensed up at the growl, becoming afraid again. Confused Thrax looked down at the now-frightened cell then realized what it was. Smiling reassuringly he pulled his head to him and kissed his forehead.
"I growl for more reasons than anger." he said kindly and embraced Jones once more.
Letting out a soft sigh Ozzy wrapped his arms around his waist, the last remnants of his tears being wiped away and dried on the soft material of his grey turtleneck. As if acting on instingt Osmosis started to pull one of the arms of his turtleneck off him. When he paused, nervous Thrax simply slipped it off himself and bunched it up behind Ozzy's head then he slid the white blood cell's shirt off him.
Ozzy swallowed. He was now totally nude under the scrutinous yellow gaze of the virus above him. As he looked up a little sheepishly Thrax bent down to kiss him again, sharp tips of his claws running down his side, causeing a shiver to go up and down the middle of his back.
A hungry look in his eyes Thrax shifted Ozzy's position on the couch so that he was sitting up. The smaller male whimpered at the painful contact on his poor injured bottom. "Shhh..." Thrax soothed and touched his cheek then both his hands began to caress the cell's lap. Ozzy's eyes half closed and he tried to move his feet apart a little, but it was restricted by his pants around his ankles. He still had his shoes so they wouldn't come off.
Thrax, sensing the problem slipped His shoes from his feet and pulled his pants off completely, leaving the cell starkers save for a pair of white socks with blue stripes on the ankles. Jones shivered when he felt Thrax kissing his thighs. Thrax's coat still lay unfolded and forgotten on the couch and oddly enough the friction of it on his inflamed bottom caused his erection to extend to it's full length.
Officer Jones tilted his head back and moaned as he felt Thrax's lips touch the base of his hardness then whimpered in pleasure at the pointed tounge sliding over the tip and touching the inside of the little hole.. "Thrax.." He murmored, letting his fingers slide through his dreadlocks. Thrax gently scraped his deadly claws down the side of his thighs and Jones lifted his hips up in pleasure.
Just as the pain of the strapping had been almost too much to bear, the pleasure as Thrax's mouth began to engulf the head of his manhood sent him reeling. Jones whimpered in pleasure as Thrax's tounge drew paterns along his shaft, copying the movements Northstar had made on his own member so many times before.
Thrax's tounge pressed flat against his manhood, his claws reaching behind him and raking his back, but when he got to his tender bottom he gently rubbed and caressed it, feeling the warmpth leftover from the spanking. He licked a little precum from the tip of Ozzy's throbbing manhood and then began kissing slowly up his abdomen back to his mouth.
Breathless the white blood cell managed to kiss him back, their tounges wrestleing inside their mouths in a struggle for dominance. They broke off for a moment then Thrax, noticing that Jones had him at a disadvantage, kicked off his boots and began sliding down his slacks. Once they were down to his knees Jones stopped him from removing his boxers. Thrax looked at him, afraid for a moment that he'd gone too far with the cell again.
"Wait a minute... are those little duckies?"
Thrax utterly broke down laughing at that question. "Yes Ozzy... They're little duckies... " He leaned down to kiss him again, kneeling between his thighs. As he kissed and caressed his face and neck Jones was sliding down his boxer shorts, completely freeing Thrax's erection
Jones was begining to get nervous again. He'd never seen another man's penis before. (Unless you count the shower in the men's locker room and you don't dare stare there!) Least of all a fully erect other man's penis. Sensing his tension Thrax sat by him and took his hand, then kissed his cheek tenderly.
Loostening up he turned around and started to smooch with Thrax. Chuckling Thrax took hold of the younger man's hand and slowly guided it to his own throbbing member. "It won't bite you know.." he whispered. Swallowing Ozzy slowly began to stroke him, if a bit clumzily. Stroking him gently on the back of the head Thrax whispered. "Just pretend you're pleasureing yourelf baby..."
Jones gently squeezed at his shaft and massaged his tip with his thumb. "Oooh yeah..." he muttered into the boy's ear and pulled him closer. Osmosis jumped a little when he felt Thrax's hand begin to stroke his bottom again, the Virus' right hand coming up behind his head and gently raking his shoulders with his claws. His real surprise came when Thrax's index claw found it's way in his tight opening. He stopped stroking Thrax and looked into his face.
Once again the cell found himself pulled into the stronger mans embrace and gently pushed into a prostrate position on the couch. Kissing his shoulders Thrax picked up the cloth from the bowl again and wiped the cool water over his bottom, breifly tracing the little cut he'd made earlier. 'Strange how that little mistake triggered this..' he mused.
He reached over and took hold of the bottle of baby oil, Jones watching him the whole time. Then he poured a little bit onto his bottom again and rubbed it in to sooth it farther before pouring a little on his rectum. He positioned himself carefully behind the cell, but rather than penetrate him he leaned forward and whispered into his ear.
"Do you want this?" his need was burning, but he had to know if the young cell wanted it as badly as he did. "I won't go any farther without your sayso..."
Ozzy paused for a little while and senseing that he wasn't quite ready yet, Thrax began kissing his shoulders and stroking his arms as one of his hands slipped around to stroke his hardness again. Osmosis exhaled shakily and thrust his hips into Thrax's hand a couple times. The tips of his claws lightly grazed his abdomen. Jones arched up and rubbed his shoulders agaisnt Thrax's bare chest, groaning.
"Thrax... I.." he managed through his gasps.
"Tell me what you want Jones..." he whispered heatedly, though he expressed what he wanted by probing at his opening with his tip.
"I.. I want.." he shivered as Thrax's claws traced the outside of his thigh. "W... would it hurt?" In this sense Osmosis was a virgin. He'd never in his life been with another man.
"I promise I'll be careful baby..."
He nodded. Thrax gently picked up one of Osmosis' arms and held it to his chest, pulling the cell closer to him. Jones braced himself for a powerful first thrust but instead what he felt was Thrax's tip slowly proding agaisnst his opening. As Thrax moved his hips at a controlled pace he gradually increased the ammount of his erection that he let slide into him.
After a few slow thrusts Thrax picked up the baby oil again and added just a little more lubrication to Jones' hole, letting his fingers slip inside him, loostening him up farther by sliding his fingers in and slowly pulling them out. Once he felt him loosten up inside he lubed up his entire erecton with the baby oil then he leaned forward and whispered again. "Ready baby?" he asked seducitively. In responce he recieved a kiss from his partner.
Smileing, Thrax dipped his tounge into Ozzy's mouth and slowly slid his full length into him. Osmosis gasped in pain/pleasure. Thrax held him close and held still, whispering comfortingly into his ear as he allowed him to get used to having him inside him, wrapping his hand around Jones's shaft.
When Osmosis began to move his hips and grind against Thrax's hand he began to gently thrust within him. As he slowly slid out then back in again Thrax groaned. It was such a unique feeling being inside another male. He let out a low, gentle growl and nibbled on the cell's neck.
Beneath him Jones moaned, grinding his hips both against Thrax's hand around his member and against the hips thrusting inside him. His entire body was trembling in pleasure and he was enjoying the feeling of being held close to the Virus, of feeling him thrusting inside him.
His senses were reeling. Jones wasn't able to stand it any longer and he came, spilling his load over Thrax's hand and the couch. Moaning loudly he let his body collapse beneath him. To make it easier on him Thrax put one of the larger pillows from the couch under Ozzy's stomache so that his bottom would still be held up as he thrust.
"Oooh Jones..." Thrax muttered, his hand moving from Ozzy's now-limp manhood to his torso, gently caressing his chest. A few seconds later he filled the cell's insides with his climax...
Groaning they collapsed together onto the couch in the 'spoon' position, Thrax's head on Ozzy's and just cuddling. Osmosis turned around and looked at Thrax, wondering for a moment if he was going to be impaled now, but that thought was quickly dashed to peices as Thrax pulled his body closer to his. It was then that he noticed that it was chilly and he shivered.
"Cold?" Thrax asked him.
"Yeah kinda..."
The virus smiled and raised his own body temprature a little bit and shifted so that Ozzy was between him and the back of the couch. Much warmer now Jones snuggled up to him and nuzzled his neck, musing over how cool it was that Thrax could do that. "You're exausted Jones... get some shuteye.." with that he kissed him on the forehead and the last thing that he was aware of him before sleep claimed him was a set of powerful red arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace.
