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Helloooo mutuallll!! :3cc
Mmm some silly funky guys jamming out to music maybe? :Dc
Of course!!!
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Listening to music chill
Listening to music happy
Listening to music sleepy
Listening to music crying
Listening to music soothing
Listening to music break down
Two dudes listening to music together
Jamming Gif !
<33 Thank you for your request
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pawzn · 8 months
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TBH AUTISM CREATURE DANCING GIF!! ^w^
I got bored n made dis gif! Hope ya like! X3
u don’t have 2 credit me if ya use in chats XP or at all but it wud b appreciated ^^
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jammed-out · 8 months
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Intros
Heya I’m Jam.
I’m 29 years old and use he/they pronouns in day to day life. But on here and in kink I use he/they/it so feel free to message me with any of the above. I’m bi-gender, bi-sexual, and still kinda trying some things out as I figure myself out.
The basics:
29 Years Old
AMAB
Bi-Gender
Monogamous IRL
PST timezone
Loves ttrpgs, tcgs, and almost all things nerdy. Talk Nerdy to me Baby.
Dom heavy switch
My kinks include:
Hypnosis
Bimbofication
Tentacles
Transformation
Mantras
Conditioning
Breeding
Knotting
Furry Transformations
Gender Transformation
Body Modification
Pet Play
Things I am not into:
Ageplay
Gore
Diaperplay
Kidnapping or Abuse
Some CNC scenarios
Knifeplay
General Rules:
Respect is important. This goes for pronouns, pet names, consent, and identities. You can do and be into whatever you want for yourself, but do not diminish anyone else.
Don't be racist, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, antisemitic on my shit. I will block you instantly.
You can try to hypnotize me, best of luck, but don't without talking politely first. Weird messages or actions get you blocked.
Feel free to DM me with anything from art, mantra, or story request to just general messages. Love talking to people.
If we end up being tight here you can ask for my discord.
Where to Find My Stuff:
You can find me on Twitter at: NSFWAppropriate
You can find my Read Only Mind stories at: JAMmedOut
On Tumblr you can find my writings at: My Writings
On Tumblr you can find my Hypnovember23 writings at: Hypnovember 2023
On Tumblr you can find my mantras at: Mantras
On Tumblr you can find my art at: My Art
On Tumblr you can find my transformation content at: Transformations
On Tumblr you can find the things that I really like at: Good Stuff
On Tumblr you can find my personal posting at: JAMming Out
If I ever reblog anything from an offensive blog please let me know so I can delete and block.
As always, be kind and good to other people. If you've made it this far and are under 18 years old, get out of here. Please be safe and responsible online both for yourself and for others.
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alastor-simp · 15 days
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YOOOOOOO! CHECK OUT THIS POISON COVER BY ANNAPANTSU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SHE NAILED IT OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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helluvahazbins · 1 month
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Jesus and Adam kisssssssssssssssss
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And here’s one big kiss between the boys ~ ❤️ drawing people kissing is hard lol 😂 but I think I did alright.
Also this ship has completely taken over my brain. I really did ship AdamsApple before this and I still so, but Jesus x Adam is definitely where my heart is at. So the Au is officially changed to focus on Adam and Jesus. But feel free to ask any questions about Lucifer and Adam they did still get together in between Adam’s fall and him getting with Jesus. Also also! I was thinking of giving a ship name for Adam and Jesus I thought maybe Jam would work for them? Since they jam together in a band? I dunno lol I’m up for some suggestions.
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Earning Your Keep
Analogical (Virgil & Logan)
This story will be a series for the sugar daddy idea i've had running around in my head for some time now lmao. I really hope you guys like it since I enjoy writing it :)
Read it on AO3!
Virgil likes to take care of those he holds close, and maybe also a stranger that offered him a ride home.
Virgil was never rich. His family was big and his parents couldn’t make very many ends meet for most of his life, leading him to work his way through school. Once he graduated with a bachelors in psychology, he picked up two jobs to start paying off his loans, one in retail which drove his mental health into the ground, and the other as a behavioral health tech at a rehab center, which only had night-shift positions open and kept him up all night. He was paid and treated like shit, and on the cusp of breaking down when he got extremely lucky. For his 27th birthday he got the usual card with a cheesy message from his grandparents, but instead of the typical twenty bucks or a gift card, he found a lottery ticket sitting neatly inside. He didn’t think much of it, handing it over to the convenience store clerk when he was picking up an energy drink before his next shift.
“I don’t think this is worth anything, but if it has anything on it can I just use it to pay for this?” Virgil put his drink on the counter while the clerk scanned the ticket.
“Woah, woah. Oh my god.” 
“What?”
“Dude, you just won.”
“Huh?” Virgil knit his brow in confusion. He glanced over at the cashier’s screen, noticing the rather large number it displayed.
“Yeah, you won the jackpot! It’s over like 200 million! Holy shit! Here, sign it and take it to a lawyer!” The person handed him back the slip of paper and a pen. Virgil’s brain had short-circuited, causing him to just follow instructions. He didn’t really understand what was happening, so he just took the ticket back and walked out and back to his car, driving straight home and immediately typing ‘what to do if you win the lottery’ into his computer.
A bunch of results came up saying a bunch of stuff- tax experts, lawyers, and a bunch of steps that caused Virgil to lay down on his bed and rock back and forth for a little while. He didn’t believe this was happening to him. Maybe it wasn’t real? This was just a nightmare right? A really good bad nightmare.
All the things he saw online said not to tell anyone, but he couldn’t just sit there not making a decision. He picked up the phone and dialed the only person he knew who could possibly help him out.
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“You what ?” Janus’ voice hissed through the speakers on Virgil's phone, “Is this some weird joke, because it isn’t landing well.”
“No, no, I promise it's real, I-I checked and the numbers match up and I verified it at the gas station and, and-”
“Virgil, breathe. Calm down. I’m coming over so we can talk. I’ll help you get this figured out, and make sure you aren’t having delusions of grandeur.” Janus sighed, “I’ll be there in 10.”
Janus was over shortly, Virgil working with him to figure out the next course of action. Everything was going so fast. The next day Janus helped him set up meetings and accounts, and get lawyers and a budget going. The week flew by in between the contracts and calls. Even the next few months seemed to go by in a blur of bureaucratic processes. 
The first thing he did was set his parents up with a decent place to live and help them with their debts and medical bills. He did the same for himself, getting his student loans paid off finally and allowing himself to move into a spacey yet cozy penthouse. He quit both his jobs, but tried to end on a good note with his boss at the clinic in case he did ever want to go back. He was, probably for the first time in his life, comfortable.
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Time kept passing and Virgil had to now figure out what he wanted to spend his time on. He’d picked up his passion for music again now that he could afford nice equipment, but never had the intent to go anywhere with it. He looked into some online classes he could take, just for fun and to keep his mind stimulated. He even worked with Janus and some of his lawyers to start a charity for helping disabled students with loans that didn’t have the luck that he had. That was as close to a job as he had, once they had an office set up he made a regular schedule to help sort things out with it.
The routine he made helped him adjust to his new life. Getting up, going to the office, processing applications, working on his classes and playing music. He didn’t really spend his money anymore beyond his needs. Nothing fancy brought him much happiness. He didn’t host parties or have many friends that hung out with him before he became well off. He’d tried to go on a few dates, but the people he’d seen either knew him from the news when he originally won or they’d act disinterested until he brought up his money. The one time he actually thought he’d found someone he was interested in, the guy had thrown a fit that he wanted to end their 3rd date early to not have a panic attack.
They went to a planetarium, which for the most part Virgil enjoyed, but the segment about how small of a spec the earth was in the grand scheme of the universe triggered the existentialist anxiety of dying alone and not mattering. He had to run out and go calm down, but that proved difficult with his date shouting.
“Do you know how fucking rude it is to just run out on your date? I had to pay for these tickets, you know, and they aren’t cheap!”
“I-I know, i’m sorry, I can, um, here I’ll pay you back-” Virgil started to reach for his wallet.
“Whatever, it’s fine, let’s just see if they’ll let us back in, cmon.” The guy tugged at Virgil’s arm.
“Um…Actually I was wondering if…s-sorry uh, could- could we just go home?”
“What, are you not having a nice night? You could at least not waste my time, you know.” 
“I know, I'm really sorry, we should- maybe, uh… you can go and I’ll just head home and call an uber-”
“Ugh are you serious?” His date frowned, “You know what? Just go, I don’t wanna deal with this anymore. Don’t call me again, we’re done.” 
He watched his date head back into the planetarium and sighed, resigning himself to a bench outside to shake off the rejection. He shivered as a spike of anxiety hit him. He had to count his breaths, but it wasn’t working. He was gonna end up alone and live a completely inconsequential life that had no impact whatsoever and-
“Are you alright?”
Virgil looked over at a man a few feet away from him. He stood tall, sporting glasses and a polo with the logo of the planetarium. Virgil didn’t couldn’t quite make out the name on the man’s name tag through his watery eyes. Oh shit, was he crying? No no no this couldn’t happen in public, he was a grown man crying in public-
“Oh, apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just thought I should intervene.” The man looked at Virgil with concern, “May I sit?”
Virgil nodded, easing slightly as he did. He took a shaky breath and wiped away his tears, “I-I’m so-sor-ry. I could-n’t stay in there. S-sorry.”
“There’s no need to apologize, take as much time as you need to gather yourself.” He spoke calmly. His tone comforted Virgil enough to steady his breathing and collect his thoughts.
“I’m…I’m good. Sorry.” Virgil sighed, “Just had a shitty date.”
The man frowned, “I see. Was he your ride home?”
Virgil nodded, “Figured I’d just get a cab or something.”
“Don’t waste your money, my shift just ended. If you’re comfortable with it I’d be happy to offer you a way home.”
“No no I can’t, I mean- It’s fine it’s not like money’s the issue I just don’t wanna leave him here alone.”
“After he just left you?” 
Virgil looked towards the doors of the planetarium. He slumped his shoulders in resignation, “I guess you’re right.”
“I don’t mean to intrude on your personal affairs, but he is not worth your time if he does not respect your boundaries, and I don’t feel comfortable leaving you in a potentially unsafe environment. I would feel much more assured if I knew you returned home unharmed.”
“Fuck it, ok.” Virgil sighed. He looked over at the man and was able to see him a little more clearly. His name tag attached to a Dr. Who lanyard read Logan in bold font. He looked rather lanky and had bags under his eyes comparable to Virgil’s own.
“Would you like another minute to calm down or would you like to walk with me to my car now? I don’t mind waiting.”
“Uh, no, we can go now. Th-thank you, um, Logan.” Virgil offered a half smile.
“Of course, uh…”
“Virgil.”
“Virgil.” The man- Logan, stood up and motioned for the other to follow him.
Virgil stood and accompanied him to the car. It wasn’t the fanciest thing in the world, far from it. It looked like one of the windows had been punched out and was covered with cardboard and duct tape. It looked like an older car, and when they got in Logan had to start the engine a few times before it actually got running. 
“Please excuse the state of my car,” Logan said pulling his seatbelt on, “I’d fix the window on my own if I could but I’ve been too busy to do so. Here, do you mind putting your address in so I can get directions?”
Logan handed Virgil his phone, the other quickly inputting the info and handing it back. Virgil fastened his own seatbelt as they drove out of the parking lot.
“So, you work at the planetarium?”
“My shirt indicates so.”
“Right.” Virgil nodded, “What started that?”
“I needed a part-time job to work during nights while I attended college. I studied astronomy and a professor recommended applying for the position. The job just stuck after I graduated.” 
“That sounds pretty cool. You get to go to all those shows, right?”
“No, I get to sit in the ticket booth.” 
“Oh.” Virgil looked out the window as they drove, “I didn’t realize.”
“It's alright,” Logan said, shrugging, “I’ve seen them all anyway, when I had more free time.”
“You can’t take a day off?”
Logan’s lips pursed, “Not really. I work two other jobs.”
They both spent the rest of the ride in silence until the car approached the area where Virgil lived.
“You…live over here?” Logan questioned, looking around at the tall, well-kept buildings of the city.
“Um, yeah. I guess.” Virgil sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, “I moved here a few months ago. Doesn’t feel like it though.”
Logan hummed in acknowledgement, still looking around at how different this place seemed compared to where he lived. He pulled up to a decorative building with too many stories to count from his view. He parked the car and turned to Virgil.
“Thank you for allowing me to take you home. I’m sorry you had a rough night but hopefully you’ll find someone else that will accommodate your needs appropriately.” Logan offered a smile.
Virgil returned it, before clumsily reaching to take off his seatbelt and pull out his wallet, “Uh, here.”
He offered a wad of cash to Logan, who in return pushed it back, “No, please don’t worry about covering gas. It isn’t far from my-”
“Take it. Get your window fixed too. And if you need anything else just, um, give me a call or something. Thanks again, Logan.” Virgil said, getting out of the car and shutting the door.
Logan watched him greet the doorman (his building had a doorman?) and head to his apartment, before staring down at the cash. It added up to about $350, plus Virgil's business card. He blinked and debated trying to go after him, but decided he wouldn’t be able to find him since he didn’t know which apartment was his. He pulled out his own wallet and stuffed the cash inside. The card Virgil had given him had his name and number, along with the name of a charity Logan heard the name of a few times from the news. This was too much to process, so Logan just put the card in with the cash and drove home. That was a problem for someone much more well rested.
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Virgil flopped down on his bed as soon as he got home. He pulled out his phone and immediately blocked his date’s number, writing him off as just another insensitive asshole trying to take advantage of him. He let his mind relax in the safety of his home and tried to just forget about tonight. Except Logan. He couldn’t get him out of his mind.
Working two jobs had Virgil on the verge of a panic attack almost every night, he couldn’t imagine working three like Logan had. And how long had he been driving that car? Wasn’t it dangerous to drive when your engine doesn’t turn over and you don’t have a window? Those bags under his eyes, was he not sleeping well? Was the money he gave him enough to cover everything? 
Virgil exhaled through his nose and flipped onto his back. These were morning problems. Or at least wake up at 3 am and worry about life problems. He glanced at his clock- 10:30. Definitely something to deal with tomorrow.
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vimvarial · 5 months
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frilledneckroland08 · 1 month
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number1spongebobfan · 2 months
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they're listening to some 2000s emo band or something
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tenshunnoise · 7 months
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weapons of mass creation
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newtsinboots · 8 months
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A couple satyrs playing the dawn in~
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mia-zar · 22 days
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a snippet of something I've been working on ✨
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jammed-out · 3 months
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Hypnokink asks
Describe your best experience involving hypnosis
My best experience was actually when my partner and I did it for the first time. It’s always nerves when it’s someone new to the kink so for it to go without a problem, them dropping easily and fast, giving into the trance, absolute perfection.
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wastedwifey · 8 months
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helluvahazbins · 1 month
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Adam and Jesus definitely have a Miguel and Tulio vibe to them. - The road to El Dorado is one of my all time favourite movies! Definitely give it a watch if you haven’t.
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Banister
DRLAMP (Dom Janus, Remus, Virgil, Patton, and Roman, Sub Logan)
Warnings: Bondage, Edging, Overstimulation, Degradation/Humiliation
Read it on AO3!
Virgil's left his fellow sides a surprise waiting in his spot at the bottom of the stairs.
“Andddd there.” Virgil finished tucking the last bit of the rope into itself. For the past half hour, he had been perched by the stairs, weaving the intricate knots around the banister of his typical lounging spot. Oh, and Logan. He was also just tying Logan to the staircase.
The side in question had been sitting naked on the floor with his legs and thighs bound together by a separate rope. He had diamond-like figures cutting across his hips and torso, with a pair of twin ropes looping through the ring in his collar. Those went over his shoulders and secured his body to the railing. His hands were wrapped up in a cuff tie above his head and just over the banister’s raised newels. The best part, in Virgil’s opinion, was that the ball gag that rested in Logan’s mouth was tied to the stairs as well, keeping his head in place as a trail of drool began to run down his chin.
Virgil kneeled down to Logan’s level, examining all of the ties once more, as well as letting his hands wander across his partner’s body, “I think I’m done here. You’re gonna sit here until I decide you’re done or you color out. And I told everyone that you’re down here, so be a good boy and let them use you, okay?”
Logan nodded as much as he could manage. Virgil ruffled his hair and dug a hand into his pocket, retrieving a small device with a button that when pressed would alert Virgil to come get him, “Use this if we need to stop. Love you, L, have fun today.”
He slipped the device into Logan’s hand and jogged back upstairs to his room, leaving Logan to sit and stew.
For a while, it was just Logan by himself. He closed his eyes and let his head rest against the post he’d been tied to, thinking about who’d be the first to find him, what they’d do to him, how long he’d be in this position if nothing went wrong. He got lost in thoughts of pleasure, knowing that like this he was just an object for the sides to enjoy. His cock stirred at these thoughts, pressing against his stomach as he grew more aware of the rope against his skin whenever he shifted slightly. He sighed through his nose, content in his arousal.
It was roughly 15 minutes after Virgil left that he heard footsteps heading his way from above. He opened his eyes, trying to spot them out of the corner of his eye to no avail. He felt the vibrations from someone descending stop about half-way, before they cautiously crept forward.
“Oh, Logan, what did you get yourself into?” Roman suddenly appeared before him, taking in the sight for himself. He got closer, cupping Logan’s cheek with his hand and examining him. He let out a low whistle as he looked at the knots securing him down before chuckling as he met Logan’s eyes, “Virgil told us you’d be free to use for the day but I had assumed he’d allow you to at least walk around. A shame, really, since I can’t quite bend you over and fuck you now, hm?”
Logan whined behind the gag. He thought Virgil was being nice by indulging in this fantasy of his, but as soon as Roman pointed out that fact it felt more like discipline than a reward. He tried to buck his hips up in search of stimulation but was restricted by the rope.
“You poor things, are you really that desperate already?” Roman said, looking down at Logan’s leaking cock, “Let me make sure your owner knows.”
He pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos of Logan’s desperate state. He grinned as he sent them to Virgil.
Roman
[Photo was sent]
Your pet is looking like he’s about to burst just from your ropework
Virgil
[Liked a photo]
Tease him for me?
Roman
Already planned on it ;)
Roman looked down at Logan, deciding to take out his own length and give it a few pumps, “Fuck, you look absolutely stunning like that darling. As soon as you’re untied, I’m going to ravish you.” He kept stroking, getting off at Logan’s pathetic state, “going to make love to you till you’re completely spent, have you worship me and tell me how good I make you feel,” Roman dipped his fingers into the drool running down his chin and used it as lube, now making slick sounds as he rubbed his cock in front of Logan, “I wouldn’t gag you, even though you look positively adorable, I want to hear you scream my name.”
Logan looked up and watched him jerk himself off, taking in every ounce of praise. He wanted that so bad. He craved more of Roman’s touch and tugged at the rope but couldn’t do any more than whine and squirm. 
“So gorgeous, such a good boy, oh- fuck I’m close-” Roman groaned as he pumped his length quicker and quicker. He thrusted into his fist and finally came across Logan’s body with a moan. He stood for a moment just catching his breath, before tucking himself back in his pants and pressing a chaste kiss to Logan’s forehead, “That was good, love. You look so good here.”
Before he left, Roman took one last photo of Logan covered in his cum and sent that to the groupchat with all of the sides. He pocketed it and headed off to the kitchen to grab something to replenish his energy.
And so Logan was once again left alone, the cum beginning to cool and dry on his stomach and chest. He was painfully hard from watching Roman get off but couldn’t get any relief in this position, he’d have to pray that the next side to see him would pity him enough to use his cock.
However, he heard the distinct click of Janus’ boots coming his way and knew that he would be granted no such mercy. Janus loved to play the mean dom completely in control of his sub’s every action. He’s held Logan in chastity for weeks at a time before, and it was rare he received pleasure without earning it first in their scenes. Logan recalled the time he was in a similar position as right now, but instead of tied to the staircase it was at the foot of Janus’ bed, sitting there for what felt like hours before he’d so much as even been spoken to.
The clicks became louder as Janus descended, keeping a steady pace until he arrived at Logan. He looked up at the man, who in return glanced down with a menacing glare. Without a word he took the tip of his boot and nudged Logan’s cock with it, uttering a single word as he did.
“Pathetic.”
Logan whimpered behind the gag at the touch. He pleaded with his eyes, every thought behind them begging for something. 
Janus bit his cheek, thinking about all sorts of ways he could use the man in front of him. A more interesting idea sparked in his brain suddenly, causing him to slot his boot further under Logan’s form.
“Go on, I know you’re desperate.” Janus hummed down at him. Logan didn’t question the action, instead he mentally thanked whatever forces that influenced Janus as he thrusted against the leather. Sitting here, tied the way he was, meant he had absolutely no control over his pleasure, and he would take any relief he could get, no matter how degrading of an action this was. He ground down as muffled groans and whines from behind his gag sounded. Though his action was limited, he found himself grinding to a decent rhythm, moaning as pre leaked from his tip. 
It was over all too soon. Janus had stepped away and removed the stimulation on his cock. He whined and tried to chase the feeling but couldn’t manage with his bindings. Janus leaned down and took his face in between his thumb and index finger, looking into his begging eyes, “You’ll be cleaning up your mess when you’re done here, slut. If you do a decent enough job I might let you please me.”
With that he let go and stepped over to the couch, promptly laying down and clicking on the television. 
From where Logan had been placed he could see whatever the other turned on, at least there was something to occupy his mind. Soon, Roman joined Janus on the couch with a snack in hand. The two cuddled while rewatching Our Flag Means Death, a show that Logan found himself loving despite the gross historical inaccuracies when it came to real piracy. Despite this, he could hardly focus on the scene currently playing with Roman and Janus bickering over minute details.
“All I’m saying is that they should’ve just given into that dude’s wish to be a pirate and then maybe they would have the whole british navy after them.” Roman pouted.
“They would’ve had the whole navy after them anyway, Roman, they’re pirates during the height of the age of piracy.”
“I don’t care, I just think it would have been an easier solution!”
“Oh, yes, god forbid plots have any problems in them. Every TV show should just have happy characters with no problems at all that would be so interesting.”
“Ugh, whatever.” Roman rolled his eyes, “What do you think, Logan?”
Logan looked confused when he heard his name. Were they honestly expecting him to answer? He couldn’t even give them so much as a shrug right now so he sat in silence, only being able to offer a whine. The two on the couch laughed at his attempt to respond. 
“Thanks for your input, Logan, we always have the best conversations.” Janus smirked.
“Oh, don’t be so mean, Jan, you know he wouldn’t have much to say like that anyway.” Roman added, getting up to mess with him, “Look at him, he’s too worked up right now to have a coherent thought.”
Logan tried to retort behind the gag but was unfortunately too muffled to be understood. He knit his brow in frustration and looked up at Roman.
“That’s ok, honey, you don’t need to speak when you’re just our toy for today.” Roman scratched his head a few times before heading up the stairs, “I’ll be back later, I’m off to the imagination!”
Logan sighed as he left, his attention returning to the show that was playing. After another episode ended, he heard soft snoring coming from Janus’ direction. Great, he’d fallen asleep. He debated clicking for Virgil to wake Janus up so he wouldn’t wreck his back from a couch nap, but decided against it. He’d just have to deal.
Another hour passed, Logan able to keep track of time a bit better with the television on, when more footsteps descended the stairs. He found himself being patted on the head gently by Patton, who cooed at him as he did.
“Aww, Logie, who did this to you?” He asked, knowing exactly who, but choosing to baby the side, “You poor thing, you need my help, don’t you?”
Logan nodded desperately, whining behind the gag. This earned a shush from Patton, “uh-uh baby, Janus is sleeping over there, I need you to be quiet and not wake him up. You can do that for me, right?”
Logan nodded again and cast his eyes down towards his cock. He wasn’t as hard as before, but he was starting to become aroused again at the prospect of Patton touching him.
“Shhhh, I know honey,” Patton whispered as he knelt down next to him, “I bet they’ve been so mean to you, teasing you and just making you sit here all day, I’ll help you.”
Patton’s hands glided down to his thighs, running his hands over the ropework gently. He admired the sight of Logan in such a vulnerable position for a moment before going to his length and starting to stroke him. Logan gasped as he was touched, trying to hold back his noises and failing. Little whimpers came from the back of his throat as Patton ran his palm over the head of his cock. He groaned behind the gag, causing Patton to slow down.
Patton looked over to the couch to see Janus stirring from his slumber. He looked at Logan with a stern expression, “I want to get you off but you gotta be quiet Lo-Lo. If you can't be then I’ll have to make you be quiet and I won't be able to help, mkay?”
This was so unfair! Logan couldn’t control his noises, not like this! He whined, trying to convince Patton to just make it quick so he wouldn’t wake anyone. He bucked his hips into his hand and hoped he’d understand. Unfortunately, he didn’t get through to him, and the hand was removed.
“Sorry, Logie, you’re too loud.” Patton pouted, “Hold on, I think I know a way to keep you quiet.”
Patton stood up and surprisingly removed his gag, unclasping the mechanism behind Logan’s head. His jaw ached from having it in so long. Patton didn’t let him go without something in his mouth too long, however, as he immediately unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He slid into Logan's open mouth until every inch was inside and the other’s nose was pressed against his happy trail. Logan couldn’t make noise if he was taking his cock.
He held Logan there for a moment before pulling out a little and thrusting back in. He gripped his hair and moved him over his dick again and again, Logan loving every second of this. Patton thrusted over and over until he felt himself getting close, at which point he pulled out so only the tip rested in Logan’s mouth and he fisted his cock till he was climaxing. Logan tried to swallow what he could but most of it ended up running down his chin and dripping down to his chest, adding to the mess Roman left earlier.
Patton sat beside Logan, resting his head against the other’s shoulder and sitting in the afterglow for a moment. He collected himself and took two fingers, sticking them in Logan’s mouth to keep him quiet. His hand started working over Logan’s cock again, stroking him fast and clumsily. Logan let him finger-fuck his mouth happily, still effectively silencing him while he felt himself grow closer to the edge. He couldn’t even warn Patton before he was coming over his hand. He was worked through his orgasm finally, causing him to slump against the stairs.
After Patton wiped the mess on Logan’s stomach, he gave him a kiss on the cheek and stood, “There, bet that feels better, doesn’t it?”
“Mhm” Logan slurred, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome honey.” Patton smiled. He looked over to the couch to see Janus sitting up, “Oh, Jan, you’re awake, sorry-”
“Don’t be, you didn’t wake me.”
“We didn’t?”
“No,” Janus stood and stretched, “Well, I woke up when you came down, but I saw the whole thing.”
Patton blushed slightly, “Oh, wanna turn with him?”
“No thank you, I already had my fun plus I suspect-”
A loud slam sounded above and thunderous footsteps came from upstairs. At the top of the staircase stood Remus in all his glory (naked) with a box of objects in his arms. He barreled down the stairs.
“My turn my turn my turn my turn~!” He shouted as he jumped down the last two steps and nearly knocked over Patton, who luckily moved out of the way to avoid him.
“I think that’s my cue to leave, I’m gonna go have a shower,” Patton said, “Wanna join me, Janny?”
���Sure,” he said, passing Remus and Logan, “Don’t play too rough, Remus, I’ll need him after this.”
“No promises!” Remus called back with a demented grin. He threw the box on the ground next to Logan, “I’m gonna have fun with you.”
Some time later, Remus had Logan exactly as he wanted him. His gag was secured around his head again, he’d put a thick vibrator in Logan’s ass and one around his cock, providing constant stimulation. He’d already come twice from the one in his ass alone and was almost coming dry when Remus put the additional one on him. The other was currently jerking off to the sight, saying crude things to Logan.
“You look so delicious, nerd, I’m gonna cover you in your own cum and then lick all of it up. At least till you’re coming completely dry. I think you still got a few left in you though!”
Remus surged forward to bite just below the collar Logan was sporting. He sucked at the delicate skin until bruises formed and proceeded to litter his neck with the marks. Logan whimpered as another pathetic orgasm washed over him, causing him to leak another burst of come onto his stomach. He was so sensitive from overstimulation he didn’t even notice Remus adding to his painted stomach. He was crying from too many sensations assaulting every pleasurable spot on his body, and he wouldn’t ask for anything else.
Finally, Remus had stopped the vibrators and removed them from Logan’s body. Logan immediately slumped in his bonds, exhausted from everything the other put him through. Remus unfastened the gag, allowing him a moment to pant and get his breath back. He didn’t even feel him run his fingers across the mess on his stomach until the come covered fingers had been shoved into his mouth. They weren't removed until they’d been completely cleaned.
Logan sighed when the digits left his mouth, “I thought you said that you-”
“Yeah, I know. But it’s more fun when I make you clean it up. Now open wide Logie!” Remus continued to make him clean up the come across his body until he was satisfied, “Good slut! Virge outta wrap you up like a sexy present every day. Oh! Speak of the emo!”
Virgil slumped down to the two naked men, “Hey. What’d I miss?”
“I don’t know about the other’s but we certainly had some fun, huh Lo?”
Logan was just happy to see Virgil after the day he’d had, “If fun constitutes overstimulating me to the point of exhaustion nearly then, yes, we had fun.”
“Sounds like it to me. C’mon, let’s take care of you.” Virgil said, starting to undo the knots holding up Logan’s hands, “You staying for the aftercare, Rem, or are you good?”
“Actually I have a shower I think I’d like to crash,” Remus snickered, “Have fun with that.”
Virgil fondly rolled his eyes and began the process of untying Logan and caring for him. He made sure to massage the other’s muscles and joints, showering him in praise as he did. Once Logan was free, Virgil carried him upstairs and into his own room, where a bath had been drawn with soothing lavender salts dissolved into the water. Off to the side was some water and snacks to help him get back to himself.
“Did you have a good time today?” Virgil asked, pouring warm water over Logan’s hair to rinse out the shampoo he’d massaged in earlier.
“Mhm.”
“Do you wanna cuddle and let me feed you some of the crofter’s hamantashen Patton made after the bath?”
“Mhm.”
“Are you just going nonverbal right now?”
“Mhm.”
Virgil chuckled as he smoothed back Logan’s hair, “Okay, L, let me just take care of you.”
Soon enough, Logan was dried off and slipped into fresh pajamas. The promised pasties were fed to him as he settled down into a warm bed, Virgil sitting behind him. 
“Did you want to talk now?”
“Yes, I’m just extremely exhausted.” Logan took another bite of the treats offered to him.
“Understandable. Anything that didn’t work or that you’d wanna do again?”
“Mm…” Logan thought, “My arms were becoming sore towards the end, and I grew bored when someone wasn’t with me. Could I have headphones next time with music?”
“Next time?”
“I almost came from just grinding against Janus’ boots. Of course I want to do it again. Which reminds me, once I’ve recovered I have a feeling he’ll need me for some personal time.”
Virgil laughed and pulled Logan closer, “Well, there’s always tomorrow.”
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