#assfcrdays

[mythicalmen]

for @assfcrdays continued from here

This was hardly the first time Owen had found himself in a situation like this, another man pressed up against a wall with his hand wrapped around their throat. The anticipation of what could happen, the danger and ther thrill of it all. Though this was perhaps the most cheeky or mouthy a man had been in this situation before and it had definitely brought a smirk to Owen's own lips and a flash of interest in his eyes. He'd noticed the man making eyes at him at the bar for some time and now here they were, in the backalley of said bar where plenty of men could stumble upon them right now at any moment.

"Feisty, hm? What does that make you then? The one who eyed up someone at a bar and then wondered into an alley hoping he would follow?" He questioned, thumb brushing against his throat and squeezing just a little more to cut off some of his air, not all of it. "Is that right, you write stories that involve things like this?" He hummed, voice a low rumble and a step closer to him - the lights from above the alleyway meaning they could be spotted if someone got too close. "So tell me then, in that little head of yours...what do you think is going to happen...how would your story go?"

[comiiical]

@assfcrdays liked for a starter

Laying back against the thin bar of the umbrella, Jack adjusted the spread to cover more shadow as the sun hit harder, an excuse as he magically extended the shadow projected over them. Philip laid over his legs, clad in a tight speed, two sizes too small for his behind to fit, and too bright for other people's eyes to lay on it. Hearing him read at loud, Jack was comfortably listening at first, before he landed one hard loud smack, squeezing the rear as a redening mark began to flow, "sorry, too many people is beginning to think you are a show for their eye's delight."

[ibelonginyourarms]

closed starter || muse: Claude Speed || with: Luca Flores || for: @assfcrdays

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Claude loved good boys. It wasn't so much that he was a dom, per se - though he wouldn't turn down a guy who knew how to follow orders - it was just that he loved corrupting them. There was a beast inside every good boy, he believed. And Luca wouldn't be any different, he was sure. With his cute little angel face, and that juicy ass, the college boy was begging to be lead to the dark side. "So, baby boy, are you ready to cross a line tonight?" He asked, running his fingers through Luca's hair. "It would make me really happy if you were." He had big plans for the two of them. "And if you are, there's a big reward waiting for you."

[merelyplxyers]

@assfcrdays Arthur wasn't usually the type to micromanage - not unless he had reason to be. Sure, he had full trust in his staff's abilities; after all, he was picky with who he hired for the hotel, and he took pride in how every part of the etablishment ran smoothly to ensure the guests' satisfaction. However, sometimes an occasion arose that required him personally to ensure particularly special service was provided when necessary. Basim was a client that required such special attention. After all, the hotel wasn't hosting royalty every day. Arthur had ensured to prepare for any request the guest may have, communicating the requirements for the room as well as he possibly could before the man even had arrived. And now that Basim was here, Arthur took it as his personal mission to fulfil the guest's every desire. "I hope everything has been to your liking so far, Your... Majesty?" Mentally scolding himself for not being certain about the appropriate titles, the hotelier showed no sign of that as he kneeled between the other's legs, looking up at him with a subtle smile. He was going to provide full service, and that meant nearly nothing was off the table. Eager to show just how important the client's satisfaction was to him, Arthur carefully gripped at Basim's pants, pulling them down, until the man's cock sprang free from its confines. Truly worthy of a royal, Arthur noted mentally, humming with arousal as he leaned in and traced the length of the shaft with his tongue, paying close attention to what brought pleasure to the prince and how he could be of the most impressive service.

Basim loved travelling. Seeing other places, learning about different cultures and making friends were some of his favourite past times. And thanks to his more than generous trust fund, he could travel in style. This particular hotel had been recommended to him by a former lover he met in Zürich. And after telling his PA to arrange his next stay there, a part of him had half expected that his very long and extremely detailed list of requirements would not be met. Like the fact that he didn't want a normal couch, preferring a lower seating area with lots of pillows, or the fact he demanded art pieces to be replaced with islamic art. But from the moment he left the limousine to enter the place he knew that albeit this was not his usual place, people were not only respectful and kind, but even the smallest detail on his requirements list was not just fulfilled, it was exceeded by a long shot. And all thanks to Arthur Pence, who seemed to not only read the requirements but anticipated what else he could desire and provided before Basim could even realize that wish had settled in his bones. The suite was a real masterpiece, and he had felt right at home from the moment he walked in, feeling a calm wash over him that he usually only knew in one of the paradise gardens of his palace. And now that he had settled in and another kind of appetite had taken over, Arthur yet again was so eager to provide, even if it meant going down on his knees and sucking dick. "It is, Mr. Pence", he said, looking down at the ravishingly beautiful man between his legs, leaning back against soft pillows that had been chosen for his seating area. One of his hands was resting on his thick thigh, the other on the backrest, half hard dick revealed to the other. Basim let out a harsh breath between gritted teeth, not having fucked in over 24 hours putting him more on edge than usual.

"And behind these walls and while choking on my dick, I am Basim for you"

[modcrnspirits]

@assfcrdays / Francis & Scott

Francis was impressed to. he had joked about it and he was not going to insist too much, but once the bat was lubed and he was pushing and seeing the hole spreading, welcoming it. Oh! then he was taken. "shhh, this looks so pretty." he told the writer. he was naked and his cock was hard again between his thighs. he held the bat by the other side, his other hand caressing the handsome man's lower back. "you're doing so good. i'm proud of you." his voice was soothing and the firm grip he had on the bat pushed a little bit more again. deeper, but not so deep just yet. "is this the thickest thing you ever put it inside?"

[xringwork]

scott hawkins steps in the ring against zain buchanan

zain was always watching. that was one thing that you just have to know about him. he 's not the loudest or the strongest or anything remotely close to that. however, above all else, he's vigilant. he has eyes all over this place, and there's hardly a thing that he goes that he doesn't know about in some capacity. he'd noticed that there was a new guy in the halls, but that wasn't anything new in the least bit. there were new people all the time, and some of them barely even lasted the day.

however, it wasn't until the man started to act strange that he began to pay more attention to him. he didn't think much of it at first, but sneaking around the backstage area? that calls for some kind of explanation. he looked the man over with crossed arms and a lifted eyebrow. it didn't take much to see that he was scanning the man inside and out.

"Uh-huh....and what exactly have you 'found' by snooping around?"

[strikersunindie-a]

@assfcrdays​ cont from here

Augustus loved finding new lawyers that had ideals and turning them into his personal playthings, making them give up their former morals in order to get the pleasure Augustus could give them. For some it was simply money, others it was more personal. For the criminal, it was a win-win to fuck the lawyer in exchange for getting certain criminals innocents. At least in this city. Augustus was known in more than one, and Fabian was just another transaction for the night. Augustus leaned down and kissed Fabian's ear.

"I don't even have you nice and tied up yet," he added, the ropes already on display on top of the duffel bag he brought for tonight. Five more seconds. Augustus had kept track of how long Fabian was able to go without breathing, and he wanted to push that limit each time. Four, fingers traced those nipples. Three, tongue licking the drop of sweat. Two, staring right at Fabian. One, sweet release as he let go of that neck, watching Fabian's body fill with air. Immediately Augustus pinched both of Fabian's nipples, not caring of the sounds that would fill Fabian's office as they were all alone in the firm.

"Good job, slut. Lasted longer," he praised as he gave Fabian a few slaps on the face. “You earned a choice. Either the nipple clamps and weights or I start tying you up.Which will it be tonight, pervert?”

[veiledhex]

@assfcrdays​ for owen baker 

"There’s no use in screaming.” Physically, Owen was much older than him, although that didn’t account for the fact that he was a witch back from the dead. He had to stay indoors a lot at first and absorb everything the new day and age had to offer. One of them being the studio that Owen owned, providing a lot of informative content on how things were done now. “They’re not going to hear you. The walls are soundproof.” He had tied the erotographer up after successfully knocking him out and bringing him back to his basement. Joaquin made sure to move his hands up, curling his fingers into a fist as he tightened the rope with his telekinesis. “You’re going to do what I say from now on. After all, you wouldn’t want to let down your number one fan, right?” A dark smirk formed on the man’s face as he walked up to the chair he had Owen on, forcefully grabbing the man’s chin and finally popping the gag out of his mouth. “What do you say, gonna be a good boy?”