" You did wonderful work on the ropes Dear. Who knew you had the patience." was said in a teasing tone.
" Well worth it. Look at him, all tied up and no place to go."
" Fuck off! Let me go!"
A gloved hand slides along the ropes that were wrapped around Peter's arms, tracing the braided work, before they swiftly reach up to grab a handful of those brown curls and tugging.
Hard.
Behind the blindfold, Peter's eyes roll back at the sensation. Gasping out. They seem to know all his weak points and were using them against him.
" That wasn't a very nice thing to say. Here I am, taking care of you, and your Daddy got you all prettied up for you to be mouthy?" the voice tsked at him.
There was a chuckle before the other voice spoke " What a naughty little thing…but I think you like this"
Peter tries to shake his head and pull himself away from the grasp he was in, unsuccessfully. He was already starting to get floaty. His thoughts starting to jumble up.
"No! I… What did you give me? "
The two voices chuckle again.
The one holding his hair loosens his grip but remains holding onto the curls, tugging gently this time to direct it to tilt Peter's head to the side. The hands holding onto his ankles slide away, and after a moment, Peter can feel the bed dip in front of him.
He feels corned now. Not like he didn't feel it before, but now he knows he is in between the two, trapped. His cock gives a slight twitch at the thought.
The gloved figure presses the front of their body against the back of Peters. While the person was fully dressed still, it was clearly an erection pressing into the small of Peter's back.
The person in the front leans down and presses kisses along the side of Peter's neck.The scratching sensation of the beard along with the kisses causes him to shiver once more.
"Don't you want to be our good boy?"
Peter lets out a small whine.
"I… Good boy?"
The gloved hand holding his hair lets go, and moves to gently pet his hair.
" Yes, our good boy. Taking his shot so well for us. I'll let Daddy reward you while he takes his shot."
"That can wait til after, I wanna have fun now." the person mumbled as he kept kissing along Peter's neck before he started to gently bite and suck at his neck.
Peter gives another whine before leaning back against the person behind him.
" No. You can have fun while you get your shot or after"
The person in front pulls back from Peter.
" Yeah and what kind is fun is that?"
There a huff and then a sigh, the person moves his hands to grasp at Peter's shoulders to hold him steady as he scoots back. Once the figure has back off, he move his hands down to the side of Peter's thighs and starts pulling his back.
Once he had been scooted back for a foot or two, the hands moved up to the top of Peters back and pushed him down gently. Now, Peter is back into a kneeling position with his head lying against the mattress.
"Get behind him, eat him out and I'll give you, yours. We agreed to this."
Peter moans as a hand wraps around his now leaking cock and gives it a few playfully tugs.
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VtM SimSave: First
Transcript under the cut.
Jenny: Um, what is that supposed to mean?
F4F Rep: Ugh, don’t act like you don’t know.
J: I really don’t.
F4F Rep: Fine, I’ll spell it out for you. Word’s out about you getting thrown out of school because you can’t keep your hands off other people’s shit!
J: ...W-What?
F4F Rep: We can’t risk you stealing from fundraisers and getting us shut down! I guess that’s why you wanted to join us in the first place.
J: N-No, it’s not like th-”
F4F Rep: Whatever. Save it for your friends, if you have any left.
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VtM SimSave: First
Transcript under the cut.
F4F Rep: ...
Jenny: Is there something wrong?
F4F Rep: ...You know, I’m not sure you’re a great fit for us.
J: What? Why?
F4F Rep: We need people we can rely on. And from what I’ve heard, that isn’t you.
Headhunted - Part 12
Club Shatter, San Myshuno, 10pm Sunday
“Four Cupid Juices, please!”
“You got it, sugar!” The bartender winked at her.
She was strangely dressed for a bartender. Her top looked more like lingerie than work clothes, her makeup was eye-catchingly extreme, and were those cat ears poking out of her wavy hair?
She moved with speed and grace, the glass bottles flying through the air and landing safely in her hands despite the fact she never broke eye contact with Jenny. Something about her eyes, her gaze, made Jenny uncomfortable, and she found herself staring at the counter. Even avoiding eye contact, she could feel the strange woman’s gaze boring into her.
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