could i maybe get some mark makin sean hold until he looses it while on marks lap? 👀
you most certainly can ;)
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“Jesus, fuck - ”
“Mm, you close?”
“Shut up!”
Mark laughed, sliding his hands from Jack’s hips to his ass and feeling him up through the fabric of his briefs. “I mean, are you?”
“What do you think, you bastard?” Jack hissed, squirming in his seat on Mark’s lap. There was no anger in his voice though; only desperation.
“It’s been a while since I made you do this for me, hasn’t it?” he murmured, tilting his hips up into the friction Jack’s movements provided. “Been a while since you held it so long. Bet it hurts, hm?”
Jack whined; he wouldn’t last much longer, Mark could tell. He grinned and kept speaking, continuing to grind his hard cock against Jack’s ass.
“Ooh, I bet you’re aching... you need to go so bad, don’t you?” he made his voice sweet and pitying, loving how it made Jack’s cheeks flush even more red than they already were. “Aw, poor Jack... I know how hard it is to be good, but you can’t let go yet, baby. Not yet. You hold on for me a little longer, okay? Just a little bit longer.”
He put hand on Jack’s lower belly, gently rubbing the spot right over his bladder. Jack started to tremble, gripping Mark’s shoulders tightly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered after a minute, squeezing his eyes shut. “Mark, I - ”
“Not yet.”
“Please!”
“I know you can hold it for another few minutes,” Mark said. “I know you can.” He couldn’t, though, and it was so fucking hot. Jack was near tears with how badly he needed to go, but still he was clinging to the final shreds of his self-control just for Mark.
Jack couldn’t keep himself quiet anymore, a stream of whimpers, whines, pants and moans falling from his lips as he arched his back, every muscle in his body tense from the strain of holding it in. His face was bright red and as Mark watched, desperate, agonized tears started spilling down his cheeks.
Fuck, it almost made him cum right then and there.
He moved his hand from Jack’s bladder to his cock, cupping his palm over it and looking straight into Jack’s eyes as he finally said, “Now.”
Jack obeyed immediately, the tension melting out of his body as he let go and pissed, soaking his underwear as well as Mark’s hand and lap. The breathy, high-pitched moan of utter relief that came from his mouth was the hottest fucking thing Mark had ever heard in his life and he moaned in response, cumming hard in his briefs as he felt Jack’s warm piss fill up the palm his hand and overflow onto his lap.
“Oh, God...” Jack panted. “Oh my fucking God, oh fuck...”
“Jesus,” Mark whispered, watching intensely as Jack’s piss spilled out over his hand, onto his thighs, and finally to the floor beneath them. “Oh, baby, you held so much in for me, you kept it in so long... good boy, such a good boy, Jack...”
“Yeah?” Jack asked, a sweet note of happiness in his exhausted voice as he smiled at the praise. “I’m a good boy for pissing on you?”
Mark laughed, pulling Jack in for a kiss with his dry hand. “You’re a very good boy. And don’t ever forget it.”
Damien/unknown blindfolded anonymous sex, written last week’s Friday Ficlet over on my Patreon! since it turned out over 750 words, it’s also on AO3! enjoy!
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There was no sound but his own quiet breathing and nervous heartbeat; the room was utterly silent as Damien sat on the edge of the unfamiliar bed, fully naked save for the blindfold wrapped securely over his eyes.
He fidgeted with his hands in his lap, wondering again for the umpteenth time if he should begin masturbating before the other person arrived. The woman who had lead him to the room had told him it was his choice to start on his own or to wait, just like she’d told him it was up to him whether to take his clothes off or allow the other person to strip him. He’d chosen to disrobe himself, feeling oddly embarrassed at the idea of being undressed by somebody else, but he still teetered on the edge of indecision with regards to pleasuring himself in advance.
He took a breath and told himself to relax; he was the paying customer here, there was no right or wrong answer. It was whatever he wanted to do. Besides, he’d been waiting long enough that it was probably too late to start masturbating now.
And just as that thought crossed his mind, the door opened.
He lifted his head toward the sound on instinct, despite being unable to see. A second later, the door clicked shut, and Damien could just barely hear the person’s footsteps coming toward him, muffled by the room’s thick carpet.
They stopped right in front of him, and for a few moments they did nothing, the person presumably looking him over while Damien struggled not to squirm. It was so odd, having no sight; what did this person think of him? What did they look like? He had no way of knowing. Not even their voice could be a clue, for they wouldn’t speak in accordance with his own wishes.
The thought of some stranger he couldn’t see purring in his ear, saying filthy things or praising him sweetly... it was too much. He’d had to request they be silent or he wouldn’t have made it here.
A hand came to rest on his shoulder and he jumped slightly, unprepared for the touch. Almost apologetically, the hand moved to the back of his neck, massaging gently to help him relax. The person picked up Damien’s own hand, pulling it away his lap and guiding it to reach out and touch something.
It was their cock. They were fully hard, and this was their way of letting him know. He blushed as he wrapped his hand around it, feeling the size and length. It seemed rather large.
Well, he had asked for that.
The person began to push him back, nudging him to lie on his back in the center of the bed. He felt the mattress dip under their weight as they settled between his spread legs, hands caressing his thighs.
The butterflies in his stomach were so intense he nearly shook. This was it. He was really going to do this. He was going to have blindfolded sex with a completely unknown person. He was going to be fucked by a stranger he couldn’t see, someone whose name he wouldn’t even be able to cry out as they had their way with him. If he ever ran into this person after tonight, he would have no idea. This person could be anyone; he had no way knowing exactly who was looking at his naked body, touching his most intimate areas, making him moan and writhe in pleasure on this bed that wasn’t his in the artificial darkness beneath his blindfold.
Oh God, he wanted this stranger’s cock inside him.
It was the most intense sex of his life. It felt like all his other senses were heightened in the absence of his sight, and every touch and thrust lit his entire body on fire. He was being driven wild by each hard thrust, begging shamelessly for more, arching greedily into the stranger’s body. They never spoke, never made a sound other than their heavy breathing, but they pounded into him unrelentingly; on and on, for how long Damien didn’t know, never slowing and never easing back, giving him everything he asked for and more.
Sweat dripped down his forehead, dampening the fabric of the blindfold, but it never slipped from its place over his eyes. It kept him in the dark, literally and figuratively, protecting the anonymity of the stranger and allowing Damien to lose himself in the sex like he never had before.
“Oh my God, oh fuck,” he panted. “Oh Christ, I - I’m - aahh!”
He gripped the sheets hard in his fists, cumming with a wordless shout of ecstasy, and he could swear he saw lights burst before his eyes under the darkness of the blindfold. His heart thumped so loudly in his ears that if his unknown partner made any sort of noise as he tightened up around his cock, he missed it completely.
Damien lay limp on the bed, exhausted and spent and more satisfied than he could ever remember being. The stranger pulled out of him, and began to clean up the mess with a cloth, silent as ever. Once finished, they took the time to gently brush the sweaty hair away from Damien’s forehead before slipping away, closing the door quietly behind them.
Damien had no idea who they were, but it didn’t matter. He was never going to forget them.
Robbie/Jackie voyeurism and masturbation, written as a Friday Ficlet over on my Patreon! enjoy!
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He was extremely careful not to make a sound as he tiptoed across the gym floor; in the silence of the empty room he could hear the shower running, the noise becoming clearer as he got closer. He made his way to the entrance of the small locker room as quickly but quietly as he could, guilt and excitement twisting his stomach in the hot, delicious way he’d come to be familiar with.
Slowly, almost shyly, he peeked around the corner, eyes immediately locking on to the figure standing beneath the shower stream.
Jackie.
He had his eyes closed and his head tilted back, clearly enjoying the hot water running down his back. Robbie’s face flushed as he drank in the sight of Jackie’s wet, naked body; his skin gleamed, his muscles rippled, and best of all his long, thick cock was on full display.
Robbie’s own cock was already growing stiff in his pants, and he pulled it out without taking his eyes off of Jackie, palming at himself shamefully.
This was so dirty. It was wrong, it was bad, but he couldn’t stop himself from loving it. Watching Jackie when he didn’t know he was there, hiding behind corners to see him naked, touching himself all the while... it was the most addictive guilty pleasure in the world.
Jackie turned around in the shower, taking away Robbie’s view of his gorgeous cock but giving him a look at his toned, muscular ass instead. Robbie swallowed, rubbing at the head of his dick as the image of himself spreading Jackie’s cheeks apart and thrusting his tongue inside his hole appeared in his mind. He could almost hear the soft moans Jackie would make...
Suddenly he realized he actually could hear Jackie’s moans. His eyes widened as Jackie once again turned around and he saw that Jackie was jerking himself off vigorously, mouth slightly open as he let out unabashedly wanton noises.
Robbie had watched Jackie shower after his workouts several times before, but he’d never seen Jackie touch himself. He practically drooled at the sight of Jackie’s hard cock, something that until now he’d only ever seen in his fantasies.
Part of him wanted slide into the shower with Jackie, to push his hand away from his cock and bend over, offering himself for Jackie to fuck instead. A far larger part of him, though, wanted to stay hidden and watch as Jackie made himself cum, to hear him cry out in pleasure and see his face as he fell over the edge, holding nothing back because he thought he was alone.
With a quiet, shaky breath, Robbie quickened the pace of his own hand, not even daring to blink; he wasn’t going to miss a second of this show that Jackie was so beautifully, unwittingly putting on for him.
Henrik/Chase cute sleepy sex, written as last week’s Friday Ficlet over on my Patreon! enjoy!
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For once, Henrik beat his alarm clock to wakefulness. He lay in bed, blinking groggily at the time - nearly forty minutes until he needed to get up and shower - and sighed. He would’ve preferred to stay asleep.
Beside him, Chase stirred; he tended to wake whenever he sensed Henrik was up as well.
“Nngh,” he mumbled, curling closer to Henrik’s side. “What time…?”
“Not time to get up yet,” Henrik murmured back, his voice rough from sleep. Chase glanced up from nuzzling into him.
“Mm, your voice is all raspy… Hot.”
Henrik chuckled. “Is it, hm?” He turned onto his side and put his lips to Chase’s ear. “We have the time, you know, if you want to have a little fun.”
He could feel Chase smile against him, and he could certainly feel him roll his hips suggestively. “Yes.”
Teasingly, Henrik slid a hand down and slipped it beneath the waistband of Chase’s underwear, taking his soft cock in his hand. Chase did the same, trailing light fingers down his body until he held Henrik’s cock in his own hand. They were on their sides, facing each other as they began to stroke up and down, eyes still slightly glazed with sleep even as their bodies awoke in response to the touches.
“Ah,” Henrik panted softly, pressing his forehead to Chase’s as his lover payed close attention to the head of his cock. “Chase…”
Chase let shaky exhale, rocking into Henrik’s hand. “Fuck… Say my name again.”
“Chase.”
They grew louder, whines and moans mixing in the otherwise-silence of their bedroom. Pressed flush to one another’s chests, they leaned in and kissed, deeply and sweetly, hands never pausing for a moment as they brought each other to orgasm.
Henrik came first, pulling away from their kiss to arch his back and cry out as he spilled into Chase’s hand. Chase kissed his neck instead, giving a few final strokes until Henrik was fully spent.
“God, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered. Then he buried his face in Henrik’s neck, moaning beautifully as Henrik made him cum as well.
They lay in bed together, warm and satisfied with no desire to disentangle from each other even to get cleaned up.
When Henrik’s alarm eventually went off, he didn’t hesitate to press snooze.
Jameson didn’t bother to hide his smirk as he watched the change take place. Marvin’s slightly-confused expression smoothed out and his features relaxed, his eyes becoming lidded and vacant as they stared into the shimmering ornament Jameson held aloft.
Light glinted off the surface of the decoration, dancing across Marvin’s face as Jameson swayed it from side to side ever so gently. How wonderful that this most innocent of items, this simple festive bauble, could ensnare sweet Marvin’s mind and tuck it away in a corner, clearing space for the instructions Jameson was eager to give.
‘You feel very obedient right now, Marvin,’ he said. He projected the image of his words as clearly as he could into Marvin’s vision, not wanting them to go unnoticed. ‘You want to do as I tell you. Doing as I tell you makes you feel good and happy.’
Marvin’s eyes didn’t stray from the ornament, and for a moment Jameson worried that his trance was preventing him from reading the words that Jameson had spoken into his mind. But then he murmured in agreement, “Yes... obedient... good...”
Jameson smiled. ‘You also feel very aroused right now, Marvin. You feel hot and needy. You want me to pleasure you... but more than that, you want to give me pleasure. You want to be a whore for me.’
Marvin whined quietly, his jaw going slack and leaving his mouth hung slightly open. “Whore...”
Jameson set the ornament aside. It had served its purpose; Marvin was thoroughly hypnotized.
‘Get down on your knees,’ he said. A warm rush filled him as he watched Marvin obey without hesitation, kneeling down and looking up at him with beautifully empty eyes. ‘Use your mouth on my cock. You want to so badly; you desire more than anything to service my cock. Become my whore, Marvin.’
Marvin pawed almost desperately at him, barely even able to undo his belt and zipper and pull his hardening cock out. He whimpered in relief at the sight of it, leaning in to press kisses along the growing length with reverence. He ran his lips softly over the head, eyes fluttered shut as Jameson stroked a hand through his hair.
‘Very good boy,’ he praised. ‘You love how it feels to worship my cock. You love to be my whore.’
“Love to be your whore,” Marvin echoed dreamily. He took Jameson’s cock into his mouth and moaned, stroking his tongue along the underside. Jameson gripped his hair tighter, a small sound of his own escaping him.
‘Make me cum,’ he ordered, pushing his hips forward so that more of him slid into Marvin’s hot, wet mouth. ‘Fuck your throat with my cock and swallow every drop I give you. Maybe I’ll let you look at the pretty ornament again when you’re done.’
commission fic for @ari-trash, who asked for demon!Anti and a very lustful Chase (inspired by this twitter thread)! I hope you enjoy!
(Read it here on AO3!)
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Chase slipped through the curtain of the confessional and sat down quietly, making the sign of the cross as he waited for his priest to speak.
It seemed like the silence stretched on longer than normal - or maybe it just felt that way because of his shame - but eventually his priest began. “May God, who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins and trust in his mercy,” he said in his warm, kind voice.
Chase nodded at the man’s slightly shadowy figure through the screen between them. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” he recited. “My last confession was nine weeks ago and these are my sins.” He took a breath and lowered his eyes, guilt rising up in him as he listed off all that he’d done. “I’ve let myself be… lustful. Promiscuous. Six times this month I’ve gone home with men I met in bars and had sex with them. I’ve been drawn to pornography, I watch it often at home; even in public a few times, on my phone with earbuds, if I think I can do it without being caught. And I - I posted a video of myself masturbating on an adult website because I wanted others to - ” He swallowed hard, his face hot with embarrassment. “I wanted others to see my body and post lustful comments so I could read them and enjoy them. In addition to all of this, I have allowed lust to cloud my mind too many times to count; I think about engaging in obscene acts almost constantly. That is all I remember, Father.”
He tried not to shift or squirm as finished speaking, every inch of him filled with shame. Why, why had God given him this to struggle with? Sins of the flesh were the most humiliating of all to confess, and he should know, considering how many times he’d been in this exact situation before seeking forgiveness for similar transgressions. Why couldn’t he get a hold of himself? Why did he have to be so - so damned insatiable?
“Describe your sinful thoughts to me, my son,” his priest said. “What is it that rises up in your mind in these moments of weakness you have?”
Chase shrank into himself. His blush must be up to the tips of his ears by now. He didn’t want to admit to the dirty details, they were so embarrassing; but his priest was only trying to help him, right? He was a good, kind man. His voice was soft and soothing as it floated through the thin screen separating them. He was a man of God, he could be trusted. And his voice was so gentle, drawing the truth from his tentative lips like a kiss. His voice could be trusted.
“I… they aren’t moments of weakness, Father,” he said. “It’s all the time. It’s nearly every minute of the day. I’m always, always thinking about sex. I think about - I specifically think about being taken by other men. Letting them… use my body as they please.” He squeezed his legs together tightly as a new wave of heat spread over him; this time it wasn’t shame. This time it was excitement.
He began to panic as he realized. Oh no, please, no, he couldn’t be like this now! Not in front of his priest, not in the middle of his confession! He had to stop, he needed space to breathe and calm down, he needed -
“Go on,” his priest prompted tenderly. His voice was so strangely wonderful. Chase had never known a voice to sound so nice. Hearing it calmed his racing thoughts immediately, though the heat within his body remained.
He didn’t need to leave, he thought, all the fear draining away. He needed to keep talking. He needed to confess, confess to everything. Just like his priest had told him to in his lovely, lovely voice.
“I fantasize about being fucked hard,” he said, not even giving a thought to how he’d just used vulgar language in church. “I want to be bent over and spread open so huge, fat cocks can shove inside me. I want to be a whore, I want to moan and drool while I’m pounded by dick after dick and filled with cum. Nothing is ever enough for me, I always want more; even after I let the men I meet in bars take me home and fuck me I’m still not satisfied, I have to use toys - I have so many toys, I ride them until I can’t even walk. That’s what I posted online, a video of me fucking myself with one of my dildos. People said it was so hot, they called me a slut in the comments… I loved it.”
“Are you becoming aroused as you tell me this, my son?” his priest asked. Chase realized foggily that he’d taken off his t-shirt; he was holding it loosely in one while his other hand was fumbling with the button of his jeans. When had he started to take his clothes off, he wondered, his mind feeling distant. And when had it gotten so hot in the confessional? It felt like someone had lit a fire, his skin was shiny with sweat and he swore the air in front of him was wavering with the heat.
“Yes, Father,” he said through increasingly heavy breaths. His heart was thumping loudly and his cock was hard and aching in the pants he was struggling to take off. “I’m very aroused, I’m - I’m so horny, Father. I want to be fucked right now, I want a cock inside me right now!”
His priest spoke again and now his voice was deeper, darker, different, but no less beautiful and every bit as compelling as before. “Touch yourself, child,” he purred. “These thoughts and desires of yours are overwhelming, aren’t they? You must satisfy them. Touch yourself.”
He stopped trying to shove his pants and underwear down and just pulled his cock out to start rutting into his hand mindlessly. Everything just kept getting hotter and hotter and this whole thing was wrong but it was making him feel so good. “I want you to touch me,” he whined. “I want you to fuck me. Will you? I want it so much… you’ll be rough like I need, right? You won’t be like everyone else I’ve let have me, I know it, I know you won’t; you’ll make me a slut like I wanna be. You’ll fuck me right here in church and make me scream so everyone here’s and knows I’m being a little whore in the house of God. You’ll do it, won’t you? Right?” His hand was pumping up and down his cock so fast it was nearly a blur. He tried to work his other hand down into his jeans to finger himself, but they were too tight and his skin was too sticky with sweat and the desperation to have something, anything inside him was driving him insane.
“Please fuck me,” he begged, pressing his forehead against the delicate screen keeping him from his priest. “Please, you - you did this, you made me so horny, you have to help me! Your voice…” He trailed off, trying to catch his breath in the intense heat of the confessional. “I love your voice, it takes everything away… everything except this. I don’t know why I came here, I don’t care but please, fuck me! I’ll do anything!”
“Anything, boy?”
Chase gasped. He was there in front of him, his priest - but he wasn’t his priest. He looked like his priest, he had the face and body of his priest, but… his eyes. His eyes were pitch-black and searing as they gazed down at him in amusement.
It wasn’t his priest. It was a demon wearing his priest’s flesh. And Chase didn’t care.
He threw himself at the demon, wrapping his arms around its too-hot body and grinding his cock against the stolen robes it wore. “Yes, anything!”
“Will you give unto me your body?”
“Yes!”
“Will you give unto me your mind?”
“Yes!”
“Will you give unto me your soul, child?”
Chase all but sobbed, overcome with lust. “Yes! All of it! Everything, anything! You can have it! Just fuck me, please!”
The demon placed a hand under his chin and tilted his head up, directing Chase to look at him. He’d changed; the face and body of his kindly older priest was gone and now the demon looked… like Chase himself. But sharper, leaner, far more dangerous. His eyes were still a glittering black and now a horrible, gaping wound had appeared on his throat, oozing dark blood onto his collar bones and bare chest. Somewhere in his clouded mind Chase understood that this was a terrifying creature and he needed to run for his very life.
But he needed it to fuck him. So he squeaked but didn’t struggle as the demon slammed him against the wall of the confessional with one hand, using the other to tear Chase’s jeans and underwear to shreds with a gleaming knife that materialized in his palm. Chase felt the blade ghost over his skin as it destroyed his clothes and shuddered at the ice-cold touch; it was a drastic contrast to the suffocating heat all around him.
“Good boy,” the demon rumbled in his ear, lifting Chase up by his hips like he weighed nothing and pulling his legs around its waist. “Your soul is a lovely little thing, I’m quite pleased to be its new owner. Now, I believe there was something you needed?”
Every last trace of air was snatched from his lungs as the demon rammed its cock inside him, burying itself to the hilt.
Somehow it didn’t hurt; there was no pain aside from the usual semi-pleasant ache that came with being filled. The demon gave him no time to adjust to its - truly massive - size before beginning to thrust hard, using its grip on Chase’s waist to bounce him up and down like a toy.
“You’re all mine now,” it said over the flood of moans and cries that spilled from Chase’s lips. “Every little piece of you belongs to me. You’ll be a treat to have down in Hell, I’m sure of that. If you’d care to know the name of the one you now serve, I am the demon - ”
It spoke a word that clashed within Chase’s ears and made him cringe. He didn’t understand the name at all and he knew he could never hope to repeat it, but the sound of it was horrible.
The demon laughed at his reaction. “But you could have no use for such a name. You may call me by the first part of it: Anti. Or better yet, simply call me Master.”
Chase gasped as the confessional caught fire - bright green fire. The flames overtook the walls and the curtain, burning them away and surrounding Chase and the demon Anti. Instead of crackling and popping, the fire shrieked and cried like tortured souls. Anti kept fucking him, slamming against Chase’s prostate over and over as the fire rose up around them. Chase could do nothing but wail in pleasure as the blaze consumed them.
“Look at where you are, my pet,” Anti said, letting his cock slip out of Chase’s opened hole so he could turn him around. He manhandled him effortlessly and once Chase was arranged how he wanted - his back to Anti’s chest, facing outward - he dropped him back down onto his enormous cock and continued making Chase ride him. Chase whined at the sudden emptiness and moaned loudly at the return of Anti’s cock - his Master’s cock, his demon Master’s huge perfect cock that filled him up so good - but didn’t forget the order Anti had given. He looked out at all that stood before him and his eyes widened in shock and awe.
He was in Hell. It was everything and nothing like he’d imagined it to be.
“Welcome home,” Anti murmured with a hint of a taunt in his voice. He wrapped his hand around Chase’s throat for a moment and when it fell away something hot, heavy and metal appeared in its place.
A collar. He whimpered, cock twitching and dripping.
“Consider that your uniform, little concubine. Although it’s still missing its final touch.” Anti began to fuck him even harder, even faster, even rougher. Chase howled, back arching and eyes rolling back in his head as he was totally, utterly ruined by his Master’s cock.
“You begged to be filled with cum, didn’t you? Well, fear not, pet; your cup runneth over.”
Wilford’s voice was bubbly and excited as it echoed within his mind. It pissed him the fuck off.
No! he hissed back. It was weird, thinking at someone instead of talking to them. Why the hell would I do that, you pervert?! I’m not gonna jerk off just so you can watch it through my head!
Watch it? Oh, that’s ridiculous, how could I watch it? I’m not even there. And that’s not what I’m interested in at all, I want to feel it! What’s the harm, Abe, really?
Abe grit his teeth. It’s not about harm, it’s about ‘that’s weird as fuck!’
Since when is that ever a reason not to do something?
It’s not right!
Wilford was quiet for a beat, seeming confused. … Masturbating? Oh, friend, there’s nothing wrong with -
No, not that! Abe rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow, irritatedly hoping that it would muffle Wilford’s voice in his head. It’s not right to jerk off with someone else in your brain listening to all your thoughts and feelings! It’s just - it’s - I’m not gonna do it!
Please? Wilford cajoled. It will fun, I’m sure of it! But you can stop at any time if you want!
Is that right, he huffed. You don’t seem to be taking no for an answer at the moment.
Well, I’ll admit I’m being a little insistent - but that’s only because I know you aren’t as opposed to my idea as you’re playing at! I can get a feel for quite a bit up here in this brain of yours, you know!
Abe felt himself turn red. Then he tried very hard not to think about the fact he was turning red so that Wilford wouldn’t know he was turning red.
Aw, you’re blushing!
He groaned. Shut up.
I can kind of feel it, sort of; it’s warm!
Shut up!
… So will you masturbate?
He sat up in bed and yanked open the drawer of his nightstand, fishing out the small bottle of lube he kept inside it. You know what? he growled. Fine! Whatever!
He swore he could sense Wilford’s excited grin. Goody!
Shut up.
He pulled his cock out of his shorts and popped the cap on the lube, gathering some into his hand. He wasn’t nervous, but… this felt like something incredibly intimate. Wilford wouldn’t be watching, he would be feeling. He would know Abe’s thoughts as he touched himself. He wouldn’t have a single secret.
You seem to like that idea.
It was true; he did. It was strangely exhilarating.
Go on. Touch.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and started off slow; steady strokes up and down, rubbing his thumb along the head every so often. He closed his eyes and leaned back against his headboard, searching his mind for something sexy to think about.
There’d been a woman he’d slept with a month or so ago; her name escaped him, but she’d been beautiful and very good in bed. He slipped into the memory of being pushed down onto a motel bed as she climbed on top of him, already naked, her wavy pink hair flopping over one eye as she smiled flirtatiously.
He paused. Pink hair? But she’d been a blonde; why was he imagining her with - ?
Oh! So sorry, I believe that’s me!
At the sound of his voice, for a split second his mind’s eye provided him with the image of Wilford straddling him just as the woman had, naked as well and winking down at him.
He pushed it away even as it sent a hot spike of arousal through him.
Don’t do that! Don’t meddle in my fantasies! How am I supposed to get off if I keep thinking of you?!
It was quite an accident, I assure you! I didn’t mean to intrude or change anything! He felt Wilford become somewhat miffed. And I don’t see why you should have any trouble getting off with me in mind! I already am in your mind, after all, and you seem to be doing just fine.
Only because I’m ignoring you and you’re not talking! If you keep popping up, this won’t work at all!
He felt Wilford’s presence in his mind examine him closely; he squirmed from the intensity of it. What was he looking at? What was he seeing or sensing in his brain? Could he tell when Abe was being untruthful?
Wilford seemed to come to a conclusion. Now that, my dear Abe, he said with certainty, is a big fat lie.
Abe stammered, trying his best to sound indignant. I’m - it is not!
He could feel Wilford’s knowing smirk as it appeared. Oh really?
Unbidden and unexpected, fantasies began to flood his mind.
Wilford above him again, but this time riding his cock hard and fast, his mouth open in pleasure as he took Abe inside of him.
Wilford beneath him, his hands chained to Abe’s headboard by fuzzy pink handcuffs and his legs thrown over Abe’s shoulders, crying out as Abe fucked him roughly.
Wilford on his knees before him, deepthroating his cock like a pro, plump pink lips looking like sin itself around his cock and hooded eyes full of lust as they gazed up at him.
Wilford, Wilford, Wilford -
“Wilford - !”
He didn’t realize he was moaning the name out loud as well as in his mind until he came all over his hand, gasping and shuddering as cum dripped through his fingers and onto his bedsheets. His heart raced in his chest as the mental images faded away, leaving him with wide eyes and blushing cheeks as he realized what had happened.
Oh, Abe… Wilford’s voice was happy, excited, and a fair shade smug. I felt it all. It was incredible, like a little orgasm of my own; we must do this again and soon. Or maybe you’d prefer we rendezvous face to face for some more… tangible activities. What do you say, detective?
“Mark,” Benjamin called. “Come with me. I need to speak with you.”
Mark paused in his current task of dusting off the mantel and turned around to face him. “Yes, Sir,” he said, following after Ben as he walked up to the master bedroom. He grew more and more excited as they walked silently up the stairs, eager to start off their game.
Ben pushes open the door and walked over to the bed, sitting down on it and arranging Mark’s (slightly too small for him) robe around his legs as Mark came to stand at attention in front of him, quickly pulling up the (slightly too long for him) sleeves of Benjamin’s shirt. For a few moments Ben only looked at him with a somewhat bored expression, his head cocked to one side and his lazy posture a sharp contrast to Mark’s straightened spine and squared shoulders.
When he eventually spoke, his tone was bored as well. “I won’t beat around the bush here, Mark,” he sighed. “Your work these past few weeks haven’t been up to my standards. I’ve been finding dishes left in the sink overnight, my laundry done late, counters and tables far from sparkling as I expect them to be. You even forgot to mop the entry hall a few days ago.”
Mark bowed his head, acting ashamed of himself. “My deepest apologies, Sir,” he said meekly. “I didn’t mean to disappoint you. I’ll do better from now on, you have my word.”
“To be honest, I’m not sure I should give you a second chance,” Ben said, folding his arms. “Maybe I need to hire someone else, someone who won’t fail me. Perhaps a pretty maid, fresh and sweet… you are a bit dull to have around, you know.” He chuckled meanly. “You’re as dry and dusty as you’ve been leaving my house these recent weeks.”
Mark hid his pleasant surprise as he whipped his head up to look at Ben in horror. That last line hadn’t been anything they’d gone over before, had he come up with that on his own in the moment? Very impressive.
“No, Sir, don’t dismiss me!” he pleaded. “I’m sorry for failing to meet your expectations, I swear I’ll change that!” He brought his hands, which were dressed in Ben’s white uniform gloves, in front of him to clasp together as he begged. “I’ll do anything, Master, I will! Please don’t fire me!”
“Hm,” Ben said, stroking his eyes up and down Mark’s body. Fuck, just his gaze alone made heat pulse through his skin. “Anything, Mark? Do you really mean that?” He spread his legs apart slowly, revealing just a sliver of his white underwear. “Do understand just what it is you’re offering me?”
Mark tried to will a blush to his face as he pretended to be shocked and embarrassed. “I - Sir, I didn’t - I don’t - ”
“Didn’t really mean it when you said you’d do ‘anything?’ Don’t really want to save your job?” Ben brought his legs together again and tutted. “What a shame, I do believe we could’ve worked something out. I suppose I’ll have to start searching for your replacement now…”
“No!” Mark cried in a panicked tone. He rushed over to Ben and knelt before him, making his hands tremble as he laid them tentatively on Ben’s knees. “Master, I…” He gulped dramatically. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to save my job, Sir. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Ben smiled and reached down to pet his hair. Mark had to remind himself not to lean into it; he’s not supposed to look like he’s enjoying this after all.
“There we are, that’s better,” he crooned. “It’s heartening to see an employee so eager to please. Now let’s see if you can give a satisfactory performance in this area at least. Suck me off.”
Mark kept up his fearful facade as he slowly pushed apart Ben’s thighs and pulled his soft cock out of his briefs. He glanced up worriedly as if to make sure he was doing it right as he began to stroke it, acting nervous as a virgin.
Soon enough Ben scoffed and tugged sharply on his hair, giving Mark his cue to yelp and whimper. “Come on, you can do better than that.”
“I’m - I’m sorry, Sir,” he said shakily, increasing the speed and vigor of his touches. He leaned forward and gave a few licks to the head while his hand continued pumping up and down.
“Hmph. Look at you,” Ben said above him. “You always act so proper and professional, but here you are on your knees about to have your throat fucked by your employer. I might let you stay and work, but maybe a change in title is in order, hm? I think I’ll make you a maid instead; ‘butler’ is far too stuffy a job for a slut like you, don’t you think? I’ll get you a pretty new uniform so you can look the part, oh that will be nice. A tiny little dress with a skirt that doesn’t cover a thing, especially when you’re on your hands and knees scrubbing my floors…” Ben’s cock was hardening quickly and he grabbed Mark’s hair again, pulling him close to rub it against his face. Mark gasped and struggled only the tiniest amount, which Ben ignored completely.
“And a cute pair of panties too, I think that would suit my naughty maid Mark just fine. You are naughty, aren’t you? You’re a little whore.” He dragged Mark’s face up so he was looking at him. “Were you slacking off because you wanted me to do this? Were you hoping I’d give you this chance to win back my favor? That’s it, isn’t it, you wanted your Master’s cock and this is how you decided to get it.”
Mark had managed to bring tears to his eyes and he let his voice quaver as he stuttered, “N-no, no Sir, I didn’t, I’m not a whore! I don’t want to be a maid, Sir, I don’t want to! Please!”
“You’ll be whatever I want you to be,” Ben growled, and he shoved his fully-hard cock into Mark’s mouth and began to thrust roughly.
He let the tears run down his cheeks as Ben fucked his throat. His cock was throbbing and dripping in his - well, Ben’s - pants but he didn’t dare try to touch himself. He focused on opening up his throat for his Master’s cock, eyelids fluttering as a choked moan escaped him.
“Slut,” Ben purred darkly. “Oh my dear Mark, I believe the terms of your employment are about to change quite drastically.”
Mark moaned again. With the little amount of brain power he wasn’t dedicating to the scene, he swore to himself that they would definitely play this game again sometime.
