He takes the collar and puts it around your neck but before he fastens it, he pulls it as tight as possible. Causing the air in your throat to get stuck and the pressure in your head to build. He looks at you and gives a small chuckle as you struggle against him. After about 10 seconds of this he loosens the collar and fastens it properly.
lmaoooo i can't believe i'm writing smut about a person named jongler this is so stupid /pos
this is all three's first time so they're kind of awkward (this was totally not used to excuse my awkward writing lol)
agghhhhhhhh musical references in writing my beloved
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Being Mike was tough business, especially in the summer. The fact that his costume was almost all black, and his body was basically a moving shadow, didn't help at all. Pluey took off his costume and sighed a shaky note.
"Y'good, Plu?" Jongler asked from the couch. They were reading a book, with Battat resting his head in their lap.
" (╥﹏╥''') " Pluey whined. Despite the air conditioning in the Mike room, it was still too warm.
"Y'know, you could probably just strip down naked." Battat suggested. "Not like we'd see anything. You're all shadow."
Pluey blushed, but thought a bit longer. Battat was right. Besides, as an action figure, he didn't even have genitals, just a slight bulge where they would be. He undid the buttons of his jacket, then removed his shirt. He then took off his shoes, socks, pants, and boxers.
Even though his chest and groin were smooth, he still felt embarrassed. But the cool air from the A/C felt nice on his body.
The other two blushed. Pluey was so cute. Jongler decided to take their own jacket off, revealing their pristine buttons.
"So, uh... do you two wanna... take this to the bedroom?" Battat asked after an awkward silence.
Pluey nodded and put on his pants. He didn't know why he did that. They'd come off in less than a minute anyways.
Battat took off his cloak, then he took off his suit. Like Pluey, he was smooth.
The three just sat in bed for a minute before Jongler made the first move.
"So, uh, you twos wanna, um, jongle my buttons?"
Battat snickered. "How long have you been waiting to use that line?"
Jongler put a hand behind their head and chuckled with an embarrassed blush. "T'be honest, I thought of it jus' now."
Pluey squeaked a nervous cadence. He'd never been this intimate with anyone before. Sure, he'd thought about it, but the idea of actually having sex with someone scared him. He wanted to do it, but he didn't want to mess it up.
"First time?" Battat asked.
Pluey nodded as his face glowed a rosy pink.
"Same. I'm... a little nervous." Battat admitted.
"You's can say no." Jongler reassured the others. "I've never done da horizontal mambo, either."
Their horizontal mambo comment made the other two laugh and lightened the mood. They confirmed with Jongler that they were ready.
"Wait." Battat suddenly exclaimed.
"Hm?"
"We should have a code that means 'STOP'."
Pluey nodded, then played 12 notes; 11 eighth notes followed by a half note: G G G E♭ A♭A♭ A♭ G E♭ E♭ E♭ C, shifting up an octave for the last four notes.
Pluey honked out a laugh and smiled. They were so funny sometimes.
"The two of us will say 'Beethoven' if we need to stop, and you can play that part of the symphony, okay?" Battat confirmed.
They nodded, and Jongler guided the other two's hands across their chest. Just having their hands on their buttons was enough to cause their heart to speed up. Battat and Pluey felt their heartrates increase as well.
Pluey pressed a button, causing Jongler to squeal. He was worried he did something wrong and asked if they were okay. He got a blushing thumbs up from Jongler and smiled.
Battat pushed a button, causing another squeal. Jongler laughed. The two of them kept pressing buttons for a few minutes, listening to Jongler's responses to each and avoiding buttons they reacted negatively to, until Jongler shakily asked if they had any requests.
Battat didn't know what to do, so he handed the metaphorical torch to Pluey. Pluey got up and grabbed a cat collar from the part of the closet that was labeled "PLUEY", then put it on.
"You... want us to treat you like a cat?" Battat asked.
Pluey blushed and played a seductive riff.
"A cat that's been misbehaving and needs punishment?" Battat continued.
Pluey nodded.
"And you want your collar tightened as punishment?"
A nod and an affirmative note.
"Won't that hurt?"
Another nod and a reassuring note.
"Right... the code word. Well then..." Battat continued. "Uh, kitty needs to be punished for his misbehavior."
He put his hands on Pluey's neck and slowly tightened the collar.
"You good?"
He was.
Battat tightened the collar a bit more, and Pluey gasped from the squeezing on his neck. It hurt, but it felt exhilarating. He moaned the riff from Careless Whisper.
"More?" Battat asked. He kind of wanted to stop, but he didn't want to impede on Pluey's enjoyment.
Pluey nodded. Battat nervously tightened his collar a little more until he heard a certain, distressed symphony. Battat recognized it and loosened the collar.
"Okay, let's stop." he said a little too eagerly.
Pluey wheezed an affirmative honk as he started to catch his breath. Turns out nearly getting his breath cut off wasn't as fun as the weird blue worm guy had made it out to be.
"If Plu didn't trow in da towel I probably would've. I was gettin' pretty worried 'bout him." Jongler admitted. They heard another series of weak honks and asked Pluey if he wanted a glass of water.
Pluey nodded, then honked a question towards Battat as Jongler left to get some water for him.
"A hug? Sure." Battat responded.
Battat hugged Pluey, who nearly melted in his arms. He purred for a bit until Battat spoke.
"Thank you for stopping. I... I was actually uncomfortable with the idea of choking you, but I didn't want to dampen your fun. I..."
Battat sighed and shook his head. "Are you okay?"
Pluey nodded, then asked Battat another question.
"I dunno... heat of the moment I guess."
Pluey gave Battat a little kiss on the cheek and smiled gently. The two of them then sat there in silence until Jongler came back with a glass of water.
"You twos are havin' a secret makeout session? Without me?" they joked. "Nah, kiddin', I heard everything."
Pluey put his clothes back on and sipped the water. It felt nice. He played a flat, apologetic note, causing Jongler to aggressively shake their head.
"You's needed ta stop. If anything, continuin' past your limits woulda ruined da moment more." They turned to face Battat. "And you."
"Huh?"
"If you's uncomfortable at any time, even if you's not the one havin' stuff done t' ya, say it."
"Thanks."
Pluey blushed and kissed Jongler, causing them to blush as well. Battat joined in on the kiss attack until Jongler told the two of them to stop.
As far as first times went, it was both better and worse than Pluey had thought it would be. Battat felt better about the experience after Jongler's pep talk. And Jongler learned a lot about themself and the others.
Gator was standing in the doorway, his eyes half lidded, a lazy seductive smirk pulling at the edges of his lips. His boots were gone, his top layers peeled down to his black tee shirt, gloves in his hands, bandana tucked down around his neck. Billy swallowed hard, it wasn't right that this trashy hillbilly was so fucking hot. It wasn't right that Gator had Billy's body reacting so desperately to just the sight of him.
“I thought I told ya ta have on ya collar, Bills.” Gator rasped.
Billy rolled his shoulders, the scar on his left stinging and opened his mouth to speak but Gator was rushing at him and Billy didn't have time to scramble away. Gator tucked down and grabbed Billy around his waist, lifted him up over his shoulder then tossed him down onto the bed.
“Jesus, you're gonna break my fucking bed, Gator.” Billy huffed out from his place sprawled out on the bed.
Getting into his elbows Billy watched as Gator inspected the frame of the bed then shrugged. Gator slowly and entirely too sensually stripped out of his shirt then mud spattered pants. Billy shamelessly ogled Gator's slim toned body. While Gator's body wasn't well defined, no clear sharp lines to show the muscle underneath, Billy found the deceptively small bulge of muscle to be more than enough to pin him down and that had Billy practically salivating.
The thought also had Billy's bloody flushing and his cock hardening in his shorts. Gator pulled his hat off and tossed it aside as he crawled onto the bed. The feel of Gator's tongue running up the outer line of his abs then up over his nipple had Billy moaning and collapsing back into the bed.
“I love the way ya taste.” Gator whispered before he bit the swell of Billy's pec.
Billy spread his thighs even wider, welcoming the feeling of Gator pressing into him. Trailing kisses up Billy's throat and jaw Gator whispered against Billy's lips before kissing him deeply.
“Where's ya collar, hon?”
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