The Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest
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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“Tyler, whatever you’re thinking you best forget it. If you think your life can’t get any worse…”
“It can’t Gene. But it’s about to get better, at least for a while.”
I picked up the knife and cut through the sides of Gene’s underpants, laying him bare before me.
“Stop now Tyler.”
“That’s what your mouth says Gene, but your body says different.”
I shuffled around between Gene’s legs, climbing over his left thigh, being sure to press the blade momentarily against his flesh. I unzipped my trousers and pulled them and my underpants down around my knees. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been that hard. I spat heavily into my hand and stroked my cock. Gene stared at me the whole time, eyes dropping below my waist. I saw the moment the reality hit home, his tongue slipping out to swipe nervously across his lips.
“So you really are a faggot Tyler. Can’t wait to jump on my cock can you?”
“Not the way this is going to go Gene.”
I pushed forward, nudging the head of my cock against his arsehole.
“No fucking way, I - “
Whatever Gene was going to say was cut off by his own scream as I rammed all the way up into him. My hips accelerated, driving backward and forward, some part of my brain knowing I was tearing him, only a small part of my brain that was packed away carefully in a box labeled “Sam” caring. When I noticed his erection was growing again, that Gene was actually enjoying his punishment, a red haze descended over me and I reached for the knife.
I pressed the knife against his erection staring into his eyes, still pumping my hips. The bastard threw back his head and his erection swelled further. That’s when I started to cut him and his screaming didn’t stop until after I’d come in him, screaming his name.
I pulled out and watched him bleed, noting the odd blood splatter on the warehouse floor.
The silence of the canal bank was broken by a loud cough behind me. I slowly turned around to see Ray leaning against the wall. It looked like fate’s final joke would be to make me Ray’s greatest collar, the kind that secures a copper’s future.
Ray just gestured toward the canal in a “go on then” fashion and I pulled Gene’s cock from my pocket and hurled it into the canal. He tipped his hand to his head in a mock salute and turned and walked away.
I turned back to stare at the canal amazed that any part of Gene could have sunk without trace. Gene had made everyone believe he could walk on water.
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So much telling detail. Unexpected but *right* directions.
Yow. I'm, uh, rather repelled and disturbed.
Thank you.
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