A little biting never hurt nobody for jongerry?

“A little biting never hurt nobody.”

Look it’s not Jon’s fault that he instinctively tended to bite down when something was put in his mouth. It was just something that happened. Gerry knew this, and still chose to shove his fingers into Jon’s mouth, he hadn’t even broken the skin.

The mild chewing certainly did not warrant the rigid ring currently forcing his mouth into what he assumed was a rather obscene open position. The obscenity was probably not helped by the fact that the gag made it impossible for him not to drool a little bit. He couldn’t even wipe his mouth, as Gerry had decided Jon did not get to use his hands today. So they were fastened behind his back, which had the added benefit, according to Gerry, to making Jon’s chest jut out for him to play with.

“Now a little biting never hurt nobody,” Jon grumbled, and if he could move his mouth would have probably pointed out the improper grammar in that inane comment. As it was he hoped the withering glare he shot up at Gerry from where he was kneeling properly conveyed his message.

“Oh shush, we didn’t all go to Oxford,” Jon hoped the amused look his glare morphed into conveyed the sentiment that he hadn’t said anything, and in fact could not. Gerry seemed to get the hint.

“Even when you can’t talk you’re a brat aren’t you?” Jon’s silent retort was interrupted by Gerry’s fingers pressing bank into his mouth. He gagged slightly, but Gerry was gentle enough, his other hand sliding into Jon’s hair gripping it near his scalp holding him still. Jon blushed at the rather obscene noises he couldn’t hold back, drool dripping into his chest.

“This is a much better use for it than letting you mouth off, in my opinion,” Gerry pulled his fingers out, they were dripping, and Jon whined as Gerry squeezed one of his tits, adding more drool as he fondled Jon. Jon knew in other contexts he’d find the whole thing rather gross, but Gerry someone how made it simply arousing. Jon couldn’t hold back his moans with his mouth held open, and Gerry was smirking as he continued his onslaught, moving to his other breast.

“So pretty for me,” Jon could barely keep his legs still as he felt himself getting wet, though the slight movement he couldn’t hold back clearly wasn’t unnoticed.

“Poor thing let me help,” Gerry’s help consisted of pressing the toe of his boot between Jon’s legs and while Jon couldn’t hold back a squeak. He also managed a rather impressive glare, which was also ruined when Gerry tugged one of his nipples and Jon’s whole body shook.

Deciding that getting to come was more important than his dignity at the moment, not that he had a whole lot of that, he pressed down against the shoe between his legs. Moaning as he couldn’t stifle them, while Gerry used one hand to play with Jon’s tits, the other in his own pants, clearly fingering himself to Jon’s debasement. Jon did his best to grind himself into an orgasm, Gerry helpfully commenting on how good he looked, and how pretty he was, and other embarrassing endearments.

Of course a part of Jon’s brain was also plotting revenge, he’d show Gerry how bratty he could really be.