The Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest

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Please Note: I've declared the Pornfest over (as I can't be bothered to keep the prompt list up-to-date!) So any new prompts posted will be deleted. However, I do encourage you to post any anon fic in response to the existing prompts and comment on the lovely responses that we've already got

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Fic Part Two (sorry, first part should also say Fic not Response)

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Sam's split second of hesitation was enough to make him realise this was really happening. Gene saw the flicker pass across his face, jumped to his feet and slapped Sam, hard and with meaning. “I told you to MOVE, Tyler. Now do as yer fuckin' told and come over 'ere.”

Gene sat back down, folded his arms, and waited. Sam swallowed and flipped himself over onto all fours. He couldn't quite believe he was going to do this. Although appalled at this current scenario, he felt a frisson of excitement burgeoning in his groin; his face blushed with shame and he dropped his head to look at the carpet as he started to swiftly crawl over to where his DCI was sitting.

“Slow down! And look at me, Tyler. I want to see yer face as you crawl to me like a dog.”

Doing as instructed, the short distance seemed to take forever to cover. He could feel Gene's eyes roving over his entire frame; Sam couldn't meet his gaze and so focused on a spot over his right hand shoulder. Coming to a stop before his DCI, Sam dropped his gaze and concentrated on Gene's kneecaps.

“Look at me.” The tone of Gene's voice was authoritative, yet still full of desire. Sam couldn't help but react to the sound, and met Gene's gaze. “Do you trust me, Sam?”

An imperceptible nod was the answer.

“Good. Then stand up, take off yer trousers and pants, and lie across my lap. I want to see that gorgeous, pert an' yet disturbingly white arse lookin' up at me.”

“B - but - why? -”

“Why do I want you to do that? Because I am goin' to teach you a lesson, Sam. I am goin' to show you how naughty boys who talk too much get punished. I'm goin' to smack yer arse until it's raw, and burnin', and you beg me to stop. 'Ave you got a problem with that?”

Sam shook his head, which prompted another slap across the face.

“I asked you a question and I expect you to answer. You will speak when yer spoken to, and I believe I just spoke. So answer me.”

“No, I don't have a problem - Sir.”

It was at that word both men relaxed into their roles, and Sam found himself standing, removing his trousers and pants, not even really remembering how he got to his feet. Once his lower half was unclothed, he moved around to the left hand side of the armchair and turned, lowering himself crossways over it. Sam was now prone across the chair's arms, laying across Gene's lap, bare arse upwards. He could feel the rough polyester of Gene's trousers rubbing against his semi-erect cock.