That's Debateable

challenge requirements:
Setting: Paul's apartment
Stars: Paul McDermott & Richard Fidler
Time: 2000, after the science debate :)
Words: handcuffs, caramel, chocolate, whipped cream, ouch, whoops, dislocated, camera, kitchen, evidence
Things to say: "Caramel covered sex treat", "I'm in the middle now little man", "Get on the floor"

As soon as they fell through the door to Paul's apartment they were frantically kissing, desparate to touch each other. Paul tripped over the edge of the couch and fell to the floor. "Ouch! I think I dislocated something!"

"As long as it wasn't your cock," Rich grinned, pulling Paul to his feet. "Onsecond thoughts, get on the floor!"

Paul laughed and stuck his hand down Richies pants.

"Oh man Rich, when we're together like that and uable to touch...It drives me crazy!"

"Tell me about it - I got so hard when Adam called you a caramel covered sex-treat. It reminded me..."

"Of the time we had that body chocolate? When I covered you in it and ate you up?"

They tumbled onto Paul's bed half naked already. Rich thrust his tongue into Pauls mouth as he feverishly tore at Paul pants. He kissed his way down Paul's body before he reached Paul's cock. "What I really need is some caramel sauce or whipped cream."

"Oh really?" Paul gasped as Rich took his cock in his mouth, sucking and licking him. "Oh God, Richard that is soooo good. I think - uhhh - that there's s-s-s-some whipped creeeeam in the-uh *pant* kitchen."

Paul orgasmed into Rich's mouth and he licked up the spilt cum. Paul dragged Richard up to him and again they kissed passionately, tongues entwined.

Paul fumbled around in his bedside drawer, before triumphantly brandishing his handcuffs. He pounced on Richie's wrists, cuffing both wrists together around the bed post. "I'm gonna make you regret saying what you said to me Rich," Paul whispered, licking Rich's cheek from jaw to hairline.

"Saying what?"

" 'I'm in the middle now, little man.' I'm gonna make you beg for forgiveness."

Rich felt a thrill of delight. "Go on, then, try!" he said challengingly. Paul just gave him a look of pure horniness and left the room. Eventually he returned, laden with items.

"A camera, to capture the evidence, whipped cream - I told you it was in the kitchen, a silk scarf for pure torment." He dropped something. "Whoops! And ice Rich."

"Ice?" Rich asked in a weak voice.

Paul grinned evilly. "You will be sorry."

He dumped the stuff on the bed, the ice on the bedside table and once again kissed Rich. He took the can of whipped cream and wrote his name on Rich's chest. P-U-A-L. Yeah, so he can't spell, big deal. With long wet strokes of his tongue he licked it off, enjoying Rich's squirms. He then went a bit lower, spraying a line of cream down the center of Richies stomach and over the tip of his erection, before once again licking it off. Richie groaned as Paul flicked his tongue over the swollen tip of his erection, so Paul grabbed the silk and with feathery light strokes, ran it over Rich's penis. Once again Richie squirmed and Paul smiled. "Let me hear you beg Rich," he whispered.

"N-No," Rich gasped.

Paul picked up the ice, which had began to melt, dripping cold circles of water on Richies naked chest. "Oh God," Rich whimpered.

"Beg," Paul ordered.

"No."

Paul stroked the ice along Richie's hot, throbbing erection, giggling as Richie thrashed beneath him. "That is so good Paul."

Paul put the ice in his mouth and then bent down to take Rich in his mouth too. The combination of the cold, cold ice and Paul's hot mouth caused Rich to buck even more violently.

"Beg," Paul ordered again.

"Oh God, no..."

Paul rose up and settled onto Rich's slick cock, riding him to the brink of climax.

"Beg," he said, picking up the camera.

"Oh Pauly, oh God, forgive me I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it, just end the torture!"

Click!