😵💫 + Ian, your ambulance siren is like music to your cock. Each time it goes off, that’s your signal to jerk off until you cum.
meme ‣ ‣ send 😵💫 + a command to hypnotise a muse
ian should at least feel thankful he found himself in the back of the ambulance once those sirens began to sing their familiar song. seated on the bench with legs stretched outward and boots resting up on the edges of the gurney; trousers unzipped to expose the impressively fat nine-inch cock and hefty, over-filled balls slick with a combination of saliva and pre-cum squelching between ian's fingers as he casually tugged away at his suddenly need member. the moment the blaring notes drifted through his ears ian found his cock to throb, to thick and to twitch with a newfound and unprompted itch for attention regardless of how recently he had unloaded his balls of their thick and creamy burden.
it was only a shame he hadn't been in the back of the ambulance the first, second or third time this had happened. instead seated comfortably in the passenger seat as the siren began to sing and a shiver of pleasure-seeking provocation jolted and journeyed from his ear drums down to the base of his fattening shaft. maybe he should have felt some iota of shame for the lewdness of his actions, but even the confused and curious comments and reprimands from his colleague manning the wheel wasn't enough to wipe that lust-drunken smile from ian's lips.
"what? you expecting a hand with that?" his colleague questioned, the weary dismissal in their voce entirely undercut by the way he was chewing so hungrily on his bottom lip. "you know boss-man will kill you if you don't keep this horny shit your lunch break."
but ian's horned-up grin failed to falter. he kept his hand on the base of his cock, shaking the shaft and letting it flop back and forth a couple of times, smacking hard and wet against his stomach. "a hand? nah man, i have this handled; had a lot of practice."
after the first time it was more or less the same each subsequent occasion of depraved work-place cock cranking. yanking his restless member in the front or in the back of the ambulance like he was being paid to goon himself stupid on the job. half the time cleaning up his own mess and the other half leaving said mess to his just as depraved co-worker who was lowkey more than happy to mop up the mess with whatever he has on hand. not like ian is going to judge such shameless behaviour - even if he unknowingly has the defence of mind-meddling hypnotism to explain his deplorable behaviour.
the paramedic manning the wheel was just a pervert.
ian is grunting his way through another sloppy climax when he overhears his colleague talking to him from up front. something along the lines of "finish up fast. something something stabbing at alibi." ian couldn't really care to completely listen when he was a little distracted with his balls tensing and cock spasming moments before his fourth load of the day was splattering thick and wet against the floor of the ambulance - an at least having the good sense to not shoot his seed all over the gurney.
barely had the time to clean himself up and tuck his leaking, spent meat back into his trousers before the ambulance pulls up at the familiar bar. not like it was an emergency - a stabbing at the alibi was akin to a stubbed toe anywhere else. annoying and painful, but an unavoidable eventuality. ian isn't even phased when he feels the puddle of this thick nut ooze from underneath his boot - ignoring the wet mess as he moves to open the ambulance doors and is greeted by the disgruntled face of kevin ready and waiting.
not like kevin would notice that he had spent the last ten minutes turning the back of the ambulance into his own personal sperm bank with a harshly ineffective storage system.
"hey, ian. your guy's in the back," kev huffed, nodding his head over to the entrance of the alibi.
"frank. . ? again?" ian asked, a touch out of breath and sweat dripping down his brow.
"like you'd be so lucky. it's a milkovitch. . . one of the other milkovitch's." massive arms folded tight over the broadness of kevin's beefy chest. his perturbed expression only faltered when his nose started twitching at an unfortunately familiar scent now wafting from the interior of the ambulance. "aw, dude. did you fuck in here?"
okay, maybe kevin was more perceptive than ian expected.
