Contains drug use. I'd really like the fandom to explore this particular kink a little more... The camper was hazy with the smoke. The brown paper burned slowly as Sniper inhaled, inhaled, inhaled, then held. He supressed a burst of laughter that threatened to blow all the smoke out his lungs, resulting in a strange sounding snort, a bit of the smoke bellowing out from his nose. The Spy across from him coudn't contain his laughter at that. "You look like a bull!" He said between gasps for breath. This of course ruined the Sniper's concentration, and he laughed and coughed at the same time, the smoke escaping his lungs. His head felt fuzzy. No, like fuzzy, like there was hair on it... He looked at the blunt with awe, then passed it over to the Spy, who gladly accepted it. "I'm a fuckin' wallaby, mate!" Sniper snorted, exaggerating his accent. Spy had a hard time stopping his laughter long enough to take another hit, but managed it soon enough. He held the smoke in his lungs for a good 5 seconds before exhaling smoothly. The blunt was almost gone by now, the heat singing the man's gloved hands. He sat it in the ash tray, then threw his head back and let out a long sigh. "Oh... Where'd you get zhis stuff?" Spy asked appreciatively, staring at an oddly fascinating stain on the cieling. Sniper was about to answer when there was a banging at his door. The two men jumped out of their seats, staring at the door in horror. "Who is that?" Sniper asked loudly. "Hey, Snipes. It's your good ol' pal!" "Oh mon dieu..." Spy rolled his eyes at the voice on the other side of the door. "Don't let him in..." Sniper shrugged. "Who is that?" He asked again, not sure if he had already asked that or not. "I told ya, it's me!" There was a short silence, before Sniper spoke again. "Who... who is that?" Scout guffawed on the other side of the door, then tried the handle. The door swung open, and smoke bellowed out. Scout got a big lungful of the stuff as he entered. "Jesus what the- are you- seriously?" Scout asked, recognizing the heady stench in the van. "You guys are seriously getting high?" Scout asked, crossing his arms. "Who is that?" Sniper asked again. Spy laughed at his stupidity. "It's the scout, mate," he said in a mock australian accent. "Close the damn door, you're letting the high out..." Scout grinned, spotting an opportunity to play some head games with the two doped out mercenaries. He shut the door behind him and took a seat. "What are ya doin here?" Sniper asked. Scout shrugged in response. "Did ya save any for me?" He asked, looking around. He spotted the ravaged blunt in the ashtray and scoffed. Not enough to get as high as them, but the smoke in the room was already getting to his head. "Do ya mind?" he asked, picking up the still burning blunt. Sniper waved his hand away, to which the kid shrugged and took a small hit off the thing. He almost instantly coughed, blowing the smoke out without getting the full effect. This earned him a bellowing round of laughter from the other two. Scout leered at them, and attempted another hit, this time managing with only a small cough as he exhaled. He held the thing in his hands for a while, staring at it with wide, dilated pupils. "...woah..." "Are ya high, mate? Must be your first time..." Sniper observed, standing from his seat and nearly falling over. "Holy- how do ya walk again?" "It helps if you put one foot in front of zhe ozher." Spy said, a big dopey grin on his face. "Roight... gotcha..." He stumbled around a bit, then came back with an empty jar in his hands. Scout spoke again after a long silence. "What the fuck man?" "I gotta piss, crikey. It's my van." "Not in front of... in... what?" Spy laughed. "What were we talkin' about just now?" There was the sound of a zipper, and then the sound of a stream of piss hitting a glass. Both pair of eyes turned to the elephant in the room. Sniper let out a content sigh, peeing into the jar. He was only vaguely aware of the eyes on him. Spy let out a sound akin to a cat's purr at the sight, and Scout burst out laughing. "What was THAT? What was that NOISE?" "Shush... the elephant is peeing..." "Wait, elephant?" Scout stared quizically at the Sniper's dick. "Jesus, it never ends!" Sniper filled the jar almost to the brim before the piss stream faltered and then stopped. He shook his limp dick a bit, then capped off the jar and sat it aside. "Dirty Jar man..." Spy said, although there wasn't much hate in the comment. "Are you touchin' yourself, frenchy? You perv." Scout laughed, pointing at the man and his erection. Spy stared down at his lap, to find his hand rubbing a large tent in the pinstriped pants. "Huh..." He said quizically, still rubbing the flesh. A million sensations shot through his flesh, and he let out a little moan. Sniper plopped down on the couch, not bothering to put his manhood away, which began to stir to life as he watched the Spy's blatant performance. Scout rolled his eyes. "My god, your a bunch o' queers." Sniper turned his whole head to scout, temporarily forgetting how to move his eyeballs seperately. "Hang on... when'd you get here?" The other two laughed, the Spy letting out a loud snort. "I been here this whole time!" "No. No, no no... you just popped up!" "What? No, I came in through the door!" "Did you smoke my weed, mate?" "Huh? Yeah I..." He eyed the blunt still in his hand. "Wait... I still am." He took another hit, then yelped as the heat reached his fingers. One last good hit, then the blunt fell to the ground. Sniper stared in horror. "Oh shit... you dropped it." "How could you?" Spy observed with shame. "I... I'm so sorry..." Scout's voice was small and laced with fear. "I didn't mean too... it was an accident. Sniper bit his lower lip as he tried to hold back his laughter, resulting in a weird sounding hiss/snort. Scout stared in confusion. "Hang on... what the hell is goin' on?" "We're high, you imbecile." Spy said with a laugh. His hand still rubbed absent mindedly at his crotch. Scout shook his head. "No duh. I'm hungry." He announced, standing up. "Watcha got to eat, Snipes?" He made a beeline for the freezer against the wall, but instead ending up stepping on a coffee mug laying on the floor, sending him topling sideways right into Sniper's lap. He screamed like a girl, and Spy laughed his ass off. Sniper was shocked, then grinned. "Well hey there, fellah. If you wanted ta feel me up, ya just had to ask..." Scout could feel something hard poking into his back, and he squirmed as he tried to get up, the ability to do so leaving him in his state. Sniper moaned as the boy squirmed around on top of his erection. "STop that..." He gasped, hand reaching up and landing, of all places, on top of Scout's crotch. Scout stopped immediately, mouth open in shock. Gods, that had no right to feel that good... He moaned lewdly, bucking up into the man's touch. Sniper laughed. "Ya see that, Spy? Little kid's all riled up..." He obliged him, squeezing the boy's quickly hardening member. "I'm a little 'riled up' myself..." Spy said as he watched the two. "Wait... what was zhat?" "What was what?" Sniper pauses, looking up, glancing around. "What is it?" "What is what?" "What was that?" "What was what?" "That." "What are you guys talking about?" Scout said, utterly lost. He whined at Sniper not giving him any attention. "Forget about it..." He grabbed the Aussie's hand and put it back on his crotch. Sniper shrugged and went back to teasing the boy in his lap. Scout groaned again, losing himself to the feelings. He impatiently reached down and unzipped his pants to pull out his trapped erection, and Sniper wasted no time in gripping it tightly in his hands. "Ah! Fuck, snipes..." Scout tossed his head back, sprawling out in the man's lap. Spy stood and made his way over to the small loveseat the two were on, then uncermoniously plopped himself down. "Woah!" Sniper said as the sudden movement sent him and Scout toppling over. Scout twisted around, sluggish reflexes managing to land him on top of Sniper's chest, while the Sniper was too high to do anything but land flat on his back, legs flailing around in the air. He didn't want to kick the Spy. Scout grinned, recognizing the opportunity and thrust his hips forward, poking Sniper's face with his hard flesh. Sniper looked up at him and couldn't restrain his laughter. "Queers, eh?" "Oh shut up and suck it." Sniper shrugged, or tried to under the weight of Scout. His mouth was so dry, but he opened it up anyway and allowed the boy to thrust inside. Spy watched on in fascination. "My god... Zhis is so unbelievably sexy..." He said through ragged breaths. He reached a hand up to Sniper's still exposed member and began to rub softly, eliciting a moan from his occupied mouth. Sniper tried to please the kid, and learned easily that it wasn't too hard. Even with the awkward position (which put a lot of strain on his neck) he had the kid moaning like a cheap whore. "Scout, you are making a lot of noise. Is zhis your first time?" He chuckled at the insult, but Scout was too far gone to register it. "Huh? What? Didja say somethin?" Spy shrugged, forgeting what he had just said already. He was too focused on the throbbing tool in his hands. With shaky movements, he managed to unbutoon Sniper's pants and tug them down and off his legs, leaving him naked from the waist down. Then he gripped the man's legs and pulled them up, propping them over his shoulder. This sent Scout tumbling forward, jamming all of his cock down Sniper's throat. The Australian gagged as his throat was suddenly filled with man meat, and he almost lost his meager dinner, but managed to supress his gag reflex. Scout wasn't faring too well, however, wailing in pleasure. "Quiet! What will zhe neighbors zhink?" What neighbors? Sniper thought. Spy eyed his prize, Sniper's exposed entrance. He pressed a saliva covered finger to it, then slowly pushed in. Sniper closed his eyes and moaned, letting Scout hump his face. The finger wriggled around inside of him, teased against his prostate, then pulled out, only to be quickly replaced with two fingers, stretching him carefully. Spy grew impatient, and removed his fingers. He pulled his pants down to his knees and coated his member with his saliva before pressing the head against Sniper's hole. It quivered in anticipation, almost sucking him in as he pressed forward. The pressure built slowly until it finally popped in, the head and a couple inches all sliding in at once. Both parties let out satisfied moans. The weed in Sniper's system helped relax him, and his whole body was shaking with pleasure caused by the thick rod inside of him. Spy waited a while for the man to adjust before pushing more of himself into Sniper. The heat around his cock was almost unbearable, and he was tight, like a vice around him. Sniper's hips bucked forward, craving more and more, his ass greedily sucking the Spy in. Then he was hilted, balls deep in the man underneath him, and he bit back his moans. He felt ready to spill already, and was afraid if he moved even an inch he would lose it. But Sniper, unaware of the man's plight, started grinding his hips against the man. "Sacre bleu!" Spy exclaimed, hands gripping onto Sniper's legs, fingers digging into his flesh as he attempted to hold back. Scout was staring behind him in fascination, watching all 7 or so inches delve into the man who was still sucking him off. If I wasn't so high right now, this would be pretty gross... It happened suddenly, without notice. Scout's attention was vaulted back to his cock in the Sniper's mouth as his tongue began dancing wildly around the tip of his cock. He bent forwards, gripping the arm of the couch as he cried out. He thrust his hips forward, burying his cock into the hot mouth as he came, shooting thick ropes of spunk practically right down the man's throat. "Jesus! Don't do that!" He cried as Sniper persisted in pleasuring him, his cock so sensitive it almost hurt. He pulled out and shot the last few ropes across the Sniper's face, rubbing his throbbing cock slowly. Sniper opened his mouth in a silent moan, feeling the man behind him finally managing to control the situation, the cock sliding out, then back inside him. He could feel every sensation, count ever milimeter as it entered him. And gods, it felt amazing. Scout panted as he came down from his orgasm, and sadly a bit of the high went with it. He got off the Sniper's chest and turned to watch as Spy began fucking him senseless, pounding into him with surprising force. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the camper, along with their moans. Sniper gasped in shock and his eyes shot open as he felt something hot around his member. He stared at the Scout's shaved head bobbing up and down in his lap, even as Spy continued pounding into him. It was too much for the doped out man, and he visibly shook with the force of his orgasm. He was only dimly aware of the feeling of Spy's warm seed shooting inside of him, and of Spy calling out his name. Then they all collapsed in a big heap, everyone panting and trying to catch their breath. After a moment of silence, Sniper burst out laughing. "You just sucked my donger, mate!" Scout shoved him away, face flushed crimson. "Oh shut up!" he yelled, stumbling around as he tried to remember how to walk. "We must do zhis again some ozher time, non?" Spy said as he lazily stroked Sniper's stomach. Scout turned away and said almost too quietly, "I... I wouldn't mind..." The other two just laughed. END Fuck, now I wanna get high. Anyway, This was sort of a little bit of practice for my novel I'll be writing for NaNoWriMo... ON THAT NOTE, Nanowrimo is november. So I probably won't be writing anything for the chan during this time. Not that anyone really cares, I guess. Anyone? No one who's gonna care that I won't be here for a whole month? NO ONE? Damn. Well, that's the internet for ya. Does anyone even know who I am yet? sadface
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Wow. Thank you so much for delving into this, it's one of my favorite kinks BECAUSE of how fun it can be/usually is! I will silently and diligently wait through November for your return OP and while I may not know who are I've read other stories of yours on the chan and have greatly enjoyed them. For when you return is there any chance of you toying with the idea of medic huffing kritz/medigun?
Oh, my, GOD this was great! We'll miss you, OP!
I'm pulling my hair out trying to finish this secret santa gift... so have this short little pwp drabble thingy... "Come on, mate. Just a quickie!" "Mon dieu... you are a horny and dirty bushman!" Sniper's lips tugged into a mischevious smile. "That's what you like about me, though, innit?" Sniper, with the Spy pinned against the wall, ground his leg against the suited man's crotch. Spy let out a whimper, and Sniper laughed. He leant down and blew hot air across his exposed neck. "Whadya say... I can make it quick..." he whispered. "Ah! Fine... just... do it already." "There we go... glad you agree with me." Sniper dropped to his knees, and Spy repressed the urge to moan at the sight. He stared with lust as the man's fingers worked at undoing his fly. His hand disappeared inside his pants, and Spy bit his lip as Sniper found what he was looking for, his fingers wrapping around already solid flesh. Spy breathed heavily, nervous that they would get caught. But it was too late now as Sniper opened his mouth and descended upon him, pleasurable heat enveloping his most sensitive part. His hands clenched up, and if it weren't for the wall behind him, he would've stumbled to the ground. Sniper wasted no time, delving all the way down until his nose was pressed against the Spy's stomach. He inhaled slowly as he struggled to supress his gag reflex. Spy couldn't help but moan. True to his word, Sniper brought Spy to his release at ground breaking speed, sucking and slurping up and down his shaft mercilessly. Spy's legs quivered, threatening to give out as his release washed over him. His hips bucked and he moaned wantonly as he began squirting his seed into the man's mouth. When he was finished, Sniper gently washed his member with his tongue, savoring the sweet and salty taste of the spy's seed before swallowing it all. "What'd I say? Real quick..." He grinned, standing up and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "See ya later, mate..." Spy tried to call out as the Sniper left the room. It seemed unfair that he had reached climax, and he felt selfish for never being able to return the favor. Maybe some other time... Maybe like tonight... at the dinner table? Spy redressed himself with an evil smile on his face as he formulated his plan... END
Well then... first story of the year. And some uh... insight into some more of my darker kinks... [/spoiler]I hope I got the formatting right[/spoiler] Contains a master/slave relationship and I do plan on a bit of gore... Part 1 of a currently untitled work of fiction I'm struggling to contain my amusement and arousal. Thankfully it's easier for me since everyone at the dining table seems more concerned about Sniper. If I needed to, I could just cloak and slink away. The dog would follow, of course. I reach into my pocket and feel a small square device, fingering the knob on the front. Right now the knob is set to low, and it's still driving him crazy. Engineer is going around passing out plates of 'food' and he's coming up to the Sniper. Oh this should be fun... "You alright?" Engineer asked worriedly. Sniper looked at him and nodded. "Er yeah... just feeling a little- Nn!" I turn the dial up to about mid point as he speaks and hide my smirk behind my hand. "Ah... 'm fine thanks... Just feeling a little sick," he finished. "Well... maybe you should go an' lie down..." Engineer suggested as he placed the plate in front of him. Sniper's eyes look up to mine and I shake my head. He looks down in resignation. "Thanks, mate... but maybe some food might help." "Don't push yourself too hard now..." Engineer says as he moves on. "I Wwwwoooo.... won't..." I grin as I spin the knob up to high then back down to low. After he recovers he starts to pick at his plate unenthusiastically. So do I. I was too busy observing his every move. Watching how he squirms in his seat, trying to alleviate some of the pressure, how he grips the table and bites his lip every time I turn the knob up to high... How he keeps looking up at me with those lust filled eyes. I was debating on either keeping him here and torturing him, or getting him alone so I could ravage him. He has been staring at me for the past minute, mouth slightly open as he pants. The look on his face is one of pure ecstasy and mild annoyance. I reach into my pocket and he grips the table to prepare for the oncoming assault. I dial the knob up as high as it can go, and he almost jumps out of his chair. He bites his lip to suppress a moan, and I speak then. "Are you sure you are alright, Sniper? You look like you are about to vomit." He looks at me in confusion, unsure of what to say, and I grin wickedly at him. "Uh... actually, I think I am going to excuse myself..." He says slowly, thinking over his every word. I nod and turn the dial down to low again. "That sounds like a plan." I shoot him a look and pat my pocket, and he seems to get the clue. He stands shakily and walks slightly bow-legged out of the room. I take a few bites of the meager meal in front of me, moving the food around to make it appear I had eaten more. I'm not exactly hungry at the moment. Well, not for this... 'food' anyway. I stand without a word and make my way out of the hall, toying with the knob in my pocket. I can tell the moment I'm in range when I hear a gasp and a moan coming from around the corner. I'm so evil... I round the corner and see him leaning against a wall, knees shaking and pants tented, damp at the tip. I can't help but smile at the image. He spots me and sneers. "I oughta..." He's cut short, left panting as the knob goes back up to high. He sinks to the floor and starts rubbing at the tent in his pants. I walk up to him and slap him in the face, knocking his head back into the wall. "What did I tell you? No touching..." I put my foot on his crotch and press against the erection, and his hips buck up. "Please... please take it out..." He begs me and I sneer. "Please what?" I ask him vehemently. He's quiet for a moment, aside from his short breaths and ragged moans. "Please... master..." "No." He looks crestfallen, hopeless. And it's delicious. I can barely contain myself. "Get up." Of course he obeys. He knows it's the only way he'll get what he wants, if he manages to please me. Of course, I'm rather difficult to please... He stands with difficulty, and I roll my eyes. I reach down and hoist him up roughly. When he's on his feet, I glance around to make sure we're alone, then pull out a collar from my jacket pocket. "Oh not the-" He can't finish his sentence before my knife is out and on his throat. "You dare to question me?" I ask, staring daggers at him. He swallows and shakes his head. "No master..." He says quietly. "Good. Remember your place, slave." I say dismissively as I attach the collar. I shove him down the hall, and he already knows to go straight to my room. When we enter he turns to me and stands there, squirming around. I pull out the device and prepare to turn it, watching his reaction. He tenses expectantly and I grin, slowly dialing up the knob. His eyes go wide as he realizes what I'm doing. He starts moaning quietly, but the sounds quickly grow in volume and pitch. He reaches out for support, and manages to clutch onto my shoulders. I sneer at him, and shove him away, kicking him on the way down. He grunts as he hits the floor, then moans as I jack the knob up to high. "P...please... master..." I stare at him laying pitifully on the floor, resisting the urge to touch himself, unable to reach release. I sigh. "Fine. Strip and I will do it." "Thank you master..." He whimpers and starts to remove his clothes. I watch, pretending to be uninterested, but only finding it harder and harder to control myself. He finally manages to remove all his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I glare at him in disgust. "We are not filthy animals here. Fold your clothes and put them on the chair." I order. He looks about to say something, and I wish he would to give me a chance to get rough with him. But he nods in resignation, standing despite the toy still inside of him. I can spot it from here, vibrating. He's hard as a rock and dripping like a leaky faucet. I can only imagine how difficult it must be for him to do such mundane things as folding clothes like that. I sit on the bed and watch him painstakingly clean his mess. Has this thing been on high the entire time? I think in mild amusement. Woops. "Uh... Master..." Sniper says quietly. "What do you want?" "I'm done... folding the clothes." "And?" I know I'm probably taking this too far, but it's just so enjoyable. "So... can you take it out now?" "You took too long, and dirtied my room. I've changed my mind." "But-" I grin as he slips, quickly standing and moving towards him. He looks at me in horror. "I mean... please..." I bring a hand up and smack his face, reddening his cheek. He recoils, dropping to the floor. I kick him in the side, then kneel down in front of him. "Does my pet need some punishing for forgetting his place?" "No, master, please!" I grin at his compliance. "Wrong answer." I stand and he just stays on the ground, probably terrified as to what I have planned for him. To be honest, I haven't really figured it out myself... So many options... So little time... TBC Alright, so can I get some constructive critiscism on this please? Analyze it, insult it, spit on it, call it a bitch...
I have no crit to give, I just want to say that I enjoyed this and am excited to read more. I also think face slapping is hot and you write it very well.
This... This is perfection!! I can't find any flaws, no matter how I'd want to. This is my favorite kink ever! I can't wait to read more
come on guys I can't be THAT good... no one's perfect, right?
Damn, this is great so far! Darker kinks are the best kind. I love the fact that you include things such as Sniper having to fold the clothes- often in master/slave fics the "doing simple chores orders" gets omitted in favor of purely sexual commands, which is a shame, since having to suffer something like a vibrator while being told to do menial tasks is sometimes one of the funnest parts.
I don't think I have ever waited for an update like I do now. My favorite pairing with the most gorgeous type of Spy: evil. I just love how the Spy is enjoying being evil by making the Sniper eat and talk to the others with the vibrator in his ass. Just for his own amusement. This kink is amazing and it's a great shame people don't write it very often. Please continue soon, I'm dying to find out how this will continue. You almost made me flip the table when you stopped here, by the way.
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Okay, so I was gonna wait to see if I could find someone to beta this for me, but whatever. I think I was a little high when I wrote it, and I'm a little high now. Whatever. Take this. Untitled smut part 2 Over the years I had managed to gather quite a collection of toys. Some for pleasure, others for pain. Until recently, most of the toys had sat undisturbed in their drawer. I walk over to the drawer now and pull it open. It's full of strange devices, some with wires, some with sharp edges... a myriad of vibrating devices and phallic shaped tools. I have no clue where to begin. The sniper is moaning quietly behind me. I still haven't taken the vibrator out, I realize. I should leave it in for the rest of the day, make him sleep with it in. I get back to the task at hand and start digging through the drawer. A bright red box catches my eye, and I grab it. There's a wire attached, and I yank on it. A long metal rod pops out. It's got a sharply pointed tip and a rubber handle. Perfect. I check the box for batteries, then turn it on. I can hear a quiet hum, and I hover my hand over the rod. I can feel the electricity in the air around it. I turn to the Sniper and he stares with apprehension at it. I kneel down in front of him. He's sitting down, leaning against the wall and legs spread. It's a wonderful view. I can see the base of the vibrator, still going on high. His dick is throbbing and leaking, and I'm certain the slightest touch will send him off. "Please Master..." He pleads. I sneer at him. "Please what?" "Please... let me-" I cut him off with a back-handed slap, knocking him down onto his side. He glares up at me, and I just smirk. I turn off the rod and set it on the floor beside him. "No." I say simply before reaching into my coat pocket and pulling out a piece of rope. He doesn't struggle as I tie his hands together behind his back; he knows his place. He's laying on his side, vibrator still humming away at his prostate. I grab the device from earlier, gripping the rubber handle tightly. I switch it on, and it starts humming. Sniper is staring at it in fear, even though I'm certain he has no idea what it does. Only that it looks sharp. He's in for quite a surprise. I bring it down towards his face and he recoils as he feels the electricity around it. "God no... please master, please!" I place the powered metal against his face, and his cheek muscles start twitching. He cries out, and I hold his head in place as the rest of his body thrashes around. When I pull away, Sniper is trying to catch his breath. I sneer at him. "Now now, we want to be quiet so no one else can hear us. Not a peep while you take your punishment." I order menacingly. "Yes, Master..." he sobs. I graze the pointy tip across his bare chest, not hard enough to draw blood, but leaving a nasty red scratch. He starts thrashing away again, managing to role over and away from it. "That won't do at all.. do I need to bound you up completely for you to take your punishment?" Sniper quickly shakes his head. "Nono... please Master..." I'm loving every second of this, how he's reduced to begging, forced to bear the pain I'm inflicting upon him... "Then stay still, or things will get a whole lot worse..." He swallows, but obeys, unmoving on his back. I wave the stick over him, above his chest, down his stomache... He tenses as I hover above his throbbing cock. I begin to lower it down towards the erect member, and he flinches, resisting the desire to move. I gently press the tip against the head, and he lets out a constrained moan. His hips buck away as electricity shoots up his dick. The reaction excites me, so I do it again, this time pressing against the base so that he can't get away as easily. He's biting his lip in an attempt to subdue the moans and grunts. "AH! STOP IT! PLESAE!" He howls, his cock suddenly jerking. I watch in fascination as he starts squirting, huge globs of his seed shooting in a magnificent arch through the air and landing on his chest and stomach. I relent, moving the shock rod away and letting him catch his breath. His eyes look glossy, and he's still hard as a rock, still dripping. I 'tsk' in dissapointment. "What did I say, esclave? NOT without my permission..." I glare at him and he snaps out of his daze. "Ah... 'm sorry master..." he says through ragged breaths. "How are you going to make me believe you are truly sorry, if you can't even bear the punishment?" I string him along, knowing full well where I'm taking this. "I... I don't know, master." He says in a small voice. "I think you do..." I coo. I reach down between his legs and give him a few small strokes. He whimpers, still sensitive thanks to the vibrator I have yet to remove. Then I stand and leave him on the floor while I turn away from him to undress. Unlike him, I'm civil about it, folding up each article as I take it off. I lay down on the bed, and crook a figner, gesturing for him to join me. He knows exactly what he has to do to make up for displeasing his master... He crawls on his hands and kness between my legs. Then I lift them up, giving my slave a generous view. He scoots in, and I prop my feet on his shoulders. I shudder as I feel his still dripping erection gliding across my perineum, then down to press against my entrance. "Fuck me, esclave." TBC
What a twist! I was certain Spy would be the one doing the fucking. Next time, save the apology from the start. I was so happy to see you updated but reading the warning was a slight moodkiller.
Yes, good. Please, keep going.
He crawls on his hands and kness between my legs. Did the rope magically disappear?
>>18 Yes. Yes it did.
Where is the next paaaaaart?!
oh hey. I finished a thing. Here you go. Is there even anyone here anymore? I'm almost shaking with excitement as he lines the tip against my hole and pushes gently. I can feel the way his member throbs, the vibrations travelling from the toy still inside him to his arousal. I relax into him and feel it sink in, letting out a satisfied groan as he stretches me. More and more of his hot flesh slides inside of me, and my own arousal pulses as he slides against that nub inside of me. I stare up at the body above me. Sniper's eyes are still glossy, no doubt still reeling from his previous release. He finally hilts inside of me, his hips flush against me, and I let my head lean backwards onto the bed. My fists grip the sheets as I revel in the pleasure of being filled, and the small vibrations teasing my insides. He begins to pull out, leaning forward and placing his arms on either side of my head for leverage. Then he slams it back in, swift and powerful. I let out another wanton moan, my whole body going weak as he hits that spot. He starts a rhythm, and in no time he's fucking me in earnest, and I'm losing myself to the pleasure. He moans in response to my moans, flesh slapping against flesh. He tenses suddenly, thrusts faltering, and I can tell he's close to yet another orgasm. I try to warn him not to come yet, but my words are cut off as he wraps his fingers around me. I don't have the willpower to stop him as he resumes fucking me, hand pumping at my shaft in a desperate attempt to get me to reach climax before he does. I give in to the pleasure, letting my hips buck of their own control against his incoming thrusts. I feel my shaft leaking, and I'm tipping on the edge of release. Sniper continues to fuck me, grunting and moaning louder now, and I suddenly feel him swell inside me. He spurts his seed into me, still pounding away, and I don't even care as I spill over the edge. I come in his hand, thick ropes erupting into an arch through the air and landing across my chest. Sniper collapses on top of me, his cock slides out as he lets go of my legs. I take a moment to catch my breath, my chest heaving and smearing my messy orgasm across both of our stomaches. He's still moaning, and I can still hear the toy vibrating away at his insides. Another small spurt of warm liquid jets onto my inner leg, and I grin triumphantly as he has a third, smaller orgasm. Still bathing in my own afterglow, I wrap my arms around him in a tight embrace. "You did well... enough." I whisper, and he sneers at me. When he speaks, his voice is gruff and breathless. "Think ya could... take it out now?" END
Yes, I'm still here! I had already given up on this one but boy am I glad to read the ending! Even if it was a little short it was intense. Thank you for this. It's been a while since someone posted anything Sniper/Spy related. This truly made my evening.
I was surprised when Spy gave up on his role as a master so easily. He could have told Sniper what to do and what not to do but instead he decided to just let go and enjoy himself. I'm not saying it was a bad thing, I simply wasn't expecting it. The whole session was hot as hell!
23 I did sorta leave. I Still lurk here, but Tumblr is much more active in this fandom, I think.
I don't know about others but I read my porn here instead of Tumblr