Well I have a story that I wanted to stick out
on the DSX List before there's some kind of consensus to ban Kinky
Graphic Sex M/M 
'Plot? What Plot (PWP)' or as I'm going to refer to it KGSM/MPWP.
<=== That's a warning for anyone who may be offended by this type of
writing to ==>  DELETE THIS NOW!!!  If you're unsure of any of these
story qualifications, either ask before reading or why take the chance?
==>  DELETE THIS NOW!!!.  If you are interested or 
curious, then by all means read it if you want to.  But please 
understand this was in no means written to offend anyone, although I
know it will do so for those who didn't heed my warning or those who
read this that have offenses I haven't covered in my warnings.  I sincerely
do apologize to you in advance should you read this 
and feel offended in any way.:-<  

This is my first KGSM/MPWP and most likely my last story of this graphic
a m/m nature, consisiting of just a sex scene.  I've kept all my other
m/m stories somewhat tame in this department, so if you think its going
to be like my other stories - BEWARE - and I really do apologize to you
in advance should it disappoint or offend you.:-<   Honestly, you may
seriously want to consider skipping this one..  

ASSUME THE POSITION

Somewhat roughly he was abruptly turned around and pushed
face forward towards the nearest wall.  His hands came up
instinctively to block himself from crashing headfirst into
it.  His pusher still had a firm hold on his arm, to also 
help stop him from coming to any real harm, and with a
no-nonsense authoritative voice behind him spoke. "Assume
the position Vecchio.  You know the drill."  His head was
spinning and his heart was racing as he tried to turn and
speak.  "Wha...".  The voice snapped back.  "Don't talk back
to me.  Just do as your told."

He turned his head back to face the wall and shifted his
body into the desired position.  The voice rewarded him with
praise. "Much, much better.  Now we can get on with it."  He
felt a foot tapping at one of his to shift him even more.
Being a cop, he knew what the next part of the frisking
procedure was and he wasn't disappointed when hands started
to 'pat' him down.  They started lightly at his collar
sending a shiver down his spine.  Then worked their way
smoothly along both arms checking the sleeves of his shirt,
unbuttoning the cuffs.  Slowly they wended their way along
his back, a soft massage.  When they finished there they
went around his chest unerringly finding the top button of
his shirt and working sensually down the row until stopped
by the rest being tucked inside his pants.  Those
magnificent hands tugged at the shirt and freed it from its
trap, continuing again to unbutton him; unbutton his desire.
When the first layer of false skin was shed, hands were at
his waist again tugging free the tucked in portions of his
undershirt next.  He felt fire blaze within him, as his body
responded to the path of his captor's silky smooth fingers
burrowing beneath his undershirt, gliding along his tingling
flesh.  They ran exquisitely through the fine hairs of his
chest pausing in their journey to stop at each nipple,
rubbing, playing, taunting him there.  His eyes closed and
his head came back as he breathed out shudderingly in
pleasure.

His captor's confident smug voice interrupted his sensation
filled thoughts. "You like that do you?  Well then let's see
what else you've got on you."  The hands denied him further
pleasure at his chest, but found a new route to entice him
as he heard and felt them working along each pant leg,
teasing him at his inner thigh.  When he thought they'd go
higher, they pulled away from him, he whimpered at the loss.
"Are you carrying any concealed weapons?" the stern voice
demanded.  He was aroused as he responded. "No."  His
delicious tormentor snapped back. "Oh, then what's this?"
Soon those hands returned to their task working along the
front and crotch of his pants.  His back arched slightly,
head going back again, as he moaned.  The expert hands kept
at him while that wonderful voice breathed in his ear. "I'm
going to have to confiscate it.  Its for your own good."  He
nodded in full agreement, vehemently responding. "Oh yes,
yes, please take it."  The sound of his zipper being undone
sent a thrilling chill through him.  This was followed soon
after by the sensation of his pants being pulled down
leaving him slightly trembling in anticipation of the next
stage.  His underwear came next, finally freeing his
'weapon' from its cloth prison.

He was startled then by the sudden hand at his right wrist
and a metal clasp placed there, locking it in with an
audible "clink".  Then it was pulled behind his back while
his other wrist was brought back behind him as well to join
its mate in the handcuffs.  He panicked slightly and visibly
gulped.  How had he ended up like this?  It started out
innocent enough, just him making a teasing suggestion, but
his partner took it beyond what he could have imagined.
After a few seconds though, the panic subsided and he
decided to go with it.  Especially now that he was turned
with his back against the wall to finally face his beautiful
captor, who went to his knees, so teasingly close between
his legs, "We don't want it to accidentally discharge.  I'm
going to have to unload it properly."  He closed his eyes in
total rapture as his "weapon" was expertly unloaded into an
experienced mouth.  He was never going to unload a weapon
again without thinking of this moment he smiled inwardly to
himself.  When this part of the frisking was completed, "I
think that'll do it.  We're safe now."

He wanted so badly to touch his sexy tormentor, but his
hands were still cuffed behind him against the wall.  He
struggled a bit trying to get closer for contact.  His
movements didn't go unnoticed.  "Are you resisting arrest?
You must be hiding something else.  This will mean full body
cavity searches now."  Those wicked hands came up to cup his
face, then fingers lightly brushed against his lips, as a
finger at his mouth pressed its way inside to probe him as
he sucked on it.  It was removed and with wetness still
clinging to the delightful intrusive finger, it was placed
seductively in his captor's mouth, then slowly and
deliberately slid out.  "I didn't feel or taste any
contraband.  I'll have to check harder."  Lips were forced
hard up against his and an insistent tongue pushed at his
mouth for entry.  Allowing its passage he felt himself
thoroughly and pleasurably explored.  They were both gasping
for air when they at last reluctantly pulled their mouths
away.

Then he felt a firm hand turning him again towards the wall.
One of his hands was released from its imprisonment in
metal, however still not free from captivity as it was
pulled through the sleeve of his undershirt, which was shed
from him now.  Then the metal free hand was placed once
again on the wall to brace himself.  The other hand, which
still bore the silver link with its empty mate dangling, was
left to hang at his side for an achingly long minute or two.
As he impatiently and expectantly waited for whatever the
next phase of this frisking would bring, he savored
conjured up images brought on by the sounds from
behind him; a zipper being undone, the rustle of clothing
being shed from that incredible body, something like a jar
being opened and aroused breathing as warm breath near
his ear teased him.  "I'm not through with you yet."  His
encased hand was lifted slightly, but not released.  Instead
the other half of the metal bracelets was slipped onto his
captor's own wrist.  They were now cuffed together.  His
other hand was placed against the wall now as well, but this
one was trapped from behind with his captors fingers over
it, pressing him there.

He was back to assuming a position similar to the one he'd
started this exhilarating procedure in.  But this time there
was the sensation of a slippery finger plunging into him
gently from behind.  Taunting him, then another finger joined
it, raking him.  "You're lucky.  I still haven't found any
contraband.  But I'm not finished searching yet."  He moaned
in ecstasy when he felt the fingers replaced by the pressure
of a warm shaft of flesh.  "Search me.  Go ahead and search
me."  Tentatively at first, then rhythmically the intrusive
yet welcome flesh thrust and moved within him, his own body
responding automatically as it went in synch to this
sensational motion.  Their heavy breathing, panting and
moans increased in proportion to their unrelenting passion,
culminating at last in sweet release for them both.

Their lovemaking wound down, no longer one inside the other,
now all he felt were lips on his neck and back softly
kissing, nibbling at him.  He sighed and smiled contentedly
at this neverending source of pleasure, managing to breathe
out. "Ya know you never read me the Miranda.  That means I
get freed on a technicality."  The lips were nibbling on his
ear, when he heard. "Oh, shall I read it to you now?  I'm
Canadian afterall.  We don't have the Miranda, but I can
make one up?   -  You have the right to be kissed.  If you
give up that right, then its your loss.  You have the right
to be fondled, but if you choose not to, you're probably
going to regret it.  If you want a lawyer present, that's
awfully kinky, but one can be appointed for you.  You have
the right to be fucked.  If you give up this right, then
why'd you come over?  Do you understand these rights as I've
relayed them to you?"  Laughing he turned into his lover's
embrace.  "Yes I understood and wanted all my rights."

So that the cuffs were eye level to his lover, he lifted and
shook their hands, which were still connected not just by
the metal at their wrists, but by the flesh of fingers
entwined to clasp one another.   "I'm all for togetherness
Benny, but I do have to get ready for work in less than an
hour.  And I don't want to have to explain this.  Where's
the key?"  Ben reached over to his discarded pants draped on
a chair nearby, took out the key from one of the pockets and
deliberately showed it to his partner.  Ray recognized that
mischievous look in his lover's eye too late and his eyes
went wide as his shocked voice spluttered out, "Benny!",
when Fraser placed the small key in his mouth and swallowed.

"Agh! I can't believe you just did that!  What am I gonna
tell Welsh.  -  Sorry Sir, but I'm gonna be late. Fraser and
I were screwing around and well we're handcuffed and naked
right now.  Wonder how he'd mark it down?  Vacation Day,
Excused Absence... more likely Sick Day."  Fraser blushed
slightly, but then smiled and seduced with his eyes and a
puckered mouth.  "Kiss me."  Ray just shook his head
sighing.  "Only if 'you' explain it to my boss why I'm late
again."  Fraser smirked at his friend's comical distress and
repeated. "Just kiss me Ray.  Everything will be alright.  I
promise."  At those words he moved in so that Ray had no
choice but to meet those luscious enticing lips with his
own.  Ray's surprised eyes smiled when he felt the metal key
under his lover's tongue.

With a little bit of mouth to mouth manuevering the key was
in his own mouth shortly thereafter.  He pulled his lips
away at an appropriate moment and raised his hand to his
mouth to take the key from between his teeth, but his lover
was faster and had bitten down on the part of the key
protruding from his mouth, before Ray's hand could retrieve
it.  Trying to talk through a clamped mouth he mumbled out
his lover's name in mock annoyance.  A playful tug-of-war
ensued for a few seconds, until Ray was inspired for a sneak
attack.  Before Fraser knew what was happening, Ray had
unerringly found his ticklish spot and the key was released
immediately, and was in his hand, before his playful lover
could fully recover.

He released the handcuffs and threw them on the chair
nearby, but still held on to his lover grinning and chuckling. 
"Ya know I'm starting to catch on to you now. You have 
everyone else fooled, but not me.  For someone who's 
supposed to be so good, you really are so very *bad*."
Ben joined him in his laughter as Ray continued to tease,
wondering to himself where his next suggestion could lead.
"Hey that gives me an idea Benny... any time you want to
play 'good cop, bad cop' just let me know." THE END