Ah, it's a long one, surprise surprise. Oh I'm so anonymous, lol
anonymous
October 5 2009, 23:15:48 UTC
Howard groaned as Vince pulled the straps tighter, sucking in a breath as the leather was drawn sharp around his chest. The harness was familiar to him, but he'd never get used to the feeling of the thick straps digging into his skin as Vince fastened them.
Vince smirked as he drew back, sliding a finger up Howard's sweat-slicked back. Howard shivered as Vince fisted his hand in his hair, tugging his head back as his lips found Howard's neck. Vince kissed along the tight tendons of Howard's throat gently, his tongue sliding out to taste his skin, making Howard moan low in his throat at the sensation. Vince bit down, his sharp teeth scraping across sensitive flesh and Howard's moan turned into a whimper as Vince sucked and marked him.
Vince released him, stepping back to pick something up from the sofa. Howard resisted the urge to turn around and look at him, knowing that it wasn't permitted. Vince's hand settled in Howard's hair once again, softer this time, stroking slowly. Howard's eyes slipped shut under the ministrations, enjoying the gentler touch. He started then, as Vince pulled back to force a ball gag into his mouth, stretching his jaw as he fastened it tightly at the back of Howard's head. Howard whined around it. He hated this gag; it meant his mouth was already full and Vince wasn't planning on using it. He loved the feel of Vince thick in his mouth as he sucked him. Vince stepped around him, coming to stand in front of him now. He smirked, trailing a finger over Howard's parted lips. Drawing back, he grasped Howard's arms, pulling them in front of him and binding them, wrists pressed together, with a length of short, red rope.
Vince smirked as he dropped to his knees in front of Howard, Howard watching with wide eyes. Vince's nimble fingers found his left ankle and Howard watched as he fastened one strapped end of a spreader bar around it tightly. He tried to ignore how close to his straining cock Vince was as he inhaled slowly. It had been so long since he'd felt Vince's pretty mouth around him. Since he'd come down that pretty, slender throat. Since he'd felt any kind of release actually. Vince didn't let him come very often. He liked him needy, eager to please and obedient. Vince smirked though, seemingly reading Howard's mind as he looked up at him through thick lashed, Kohl rimmed, eyes. Slowly and lazily, he drew his tongue across his bottom lip, leaving it slicked with saliva as his smirk grew. Howard's cock twitched, his heart fluttering a fast, uneven beat inside his chest. Vince was so close now, all he need do was push his hips forward the tiniest amount and his cock would bump against those red lips. His fingers itched to fist themselves in Vince's hair; hold him still as he thrust into that wet heat. But he was helpless, bound as he was.
Re: Ah, it's a long one, surprise surprise. Oh I'm so anonymous, lol (part 2)
anonymous
October 5 2009, 23:18:08 UTC
Howard felt hot and lazy, trapped in Vince's all too knowing gaze. His skin itched and he was sure Vince could see the desperation in his eyes. Vince laughed as he drew back a bit, leaning back down to finish fastening the bar to Howard's right ankle, leaving him effectively immobile, legs forced awkwardly apart. Vince stood up again, pulling a length of silk from his pocket. Howard swallowed tightly, his stomach churning as he saw it. He hated being blind. Nothing made him feel more vulnerable and aroused than having his sight taken from him. Vince said nothing as he covered Howard's eyes, shrouding his world in darkness as he tied it firmly at the back of his head. Howard shuddered, his ears straining for any sound. Vince stroked across Howard's ribcage and Howard whimpered around the gag.
“Kneel down,” Vince ordered, the first words he'd said since the scene had begun. Howard swallowed and complied awkwardly, his hands splaying across the carpet with difficulty, supporting his weight as he knelt there on his hands and knees, legs still spread. “Good boy,” Vince finished, one hand patting Howard's hair like a dogs. Howard pressed into the contact eagerly, but too soon it was withdrawn. Footsteps on carpet reached Howard's ears, then the sound of the sofa springs creaking as, he presumed, Vince sat down. Howard choked a groan as Vince's Chelsea-booted feet settled across the small of his back, heavy and humiliating, heels sharp as they dug into his skin.
Howard's cock ached as he blinked behind the blindfold. Of all the things Vince did, this was the worst. He inhaled in shakily, forcing himself calm as his heart thudded faster. Vince sighed audibly and stretched out further. The sound of the television jumping into life reached his ears and he exhaled slowly. He squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing thickly and awkwardly, a tiny dribble of spit leaking around the gag, as he consigned himself to staying there for the considerable future - nothing but a footrest for Vince, degraded, humiliated, and aroused.
Re: Ah, it's a long one, surprise surprise. Oh I'm so anonymous, lol (part 2)
anonymous
October 5 2009, 23:20:35 UTC
Howard had no idea how long he'd been kneeling there. His wrists ached with the strain and his knees burnt with the pressure of digging into the carpet. Vince's feet were still resting on his back, heavier now than ever, making his back throb at the weight. He ached to moved - to stretch his sore limbs, but he couldn't. Between his legs, his cock stood straight and hard, the wet tip brushing the curve of his stomach. The urge to buck his hips up and gain friction on his neglected cock was almost unbearable. But still he remained motionless.
Vince shifted, and Howard almost groaned with relief as the weight from his back was removed. The sound of the sofa springs creaking reached his ears and Howard strained, waiting for Vince to speak, or touch him, or anything. Any acknowledgement that he was in the room with Vince. But none came, and Howard was left with a churning stomach as he listened to Vince walking away. He blinked again, working his jaw around the gag. He was dribbling now, his lips wet with sticky saliva that he couldn't swallow properly.
A few minutes later, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him once more. His stomach flipped and his heart skipped. Something small and flat and plastic was laid down on his back, and then something cool and unsteady was placed on top of it. It wasn't heavy, but it wasn;'t light either. It felt precarious, like it was balanced there uncertainly. It took him a moment to register what it was - a drink, maybe a bottle of some sorts. His skin flushed with shame - Vince was using him as a table now. Warm, soft fingers trailed between his shoulder blade, up to the nape of his neck where they rubbed gently. He barely suppressed a shiver at the contact.
“Now. You're going to be a good table for me, aren't you?” Vince asked, although it was more of a statement than a question. Howard groaned, then flinched as Vince's nails dug into his skin. “Be quiet. Furniture can't talk. Now, nod your head if you're going to be good.” Howard nodded quickly, feeling the drink on his back wobble slightly. He stilled quickly, breathing shallowly. It settled again, and he sighed in relief. “That's better. Now. Don't you dare spill a drop, or I will be very, very disappointed in you.”
Howard expected Vince to stand then and leave him again. But he didn't. Instead, he ran his hands across Howard's sides delicately, almost tickling as he ran his fingers over his ribs. Howard suppressed another shiver, his brow furrowing in confusion; what was Vince doing? When Vince's hands reached Howard's hips, he continued on to Howard's arse, his hands squeezing and rubbing his cheeks softly. Howard groaned, another drop of spittle escaping past the gag to fall to the floor.
Vince parted his cheeks, running a finger between them slowly, and Howard squeezed his eyes shut, straining hard not to move. Vince paused as he reached Howard's entrance, circling around it once before he pulled back. There was a click, then something cool dribbled down between Howard's cheeks. He whined then, realising Vince's intent as Vince began to rub the cold, thick cream around his entrance.
“Are you arguing with me?” Vince asked, pausing in his movements. Howard held his breath, hearing the warning in Vince's tone. He shook his head, and slowly, Vince's finger began moving once more. “I didn't think you were.”
Howard's eyes were closed, his body strained taut as he struggled not to move. Vince was being so gentle, so slow and considerate and at any other time Howard would've been grateful, would've melted under such careful touches, but right now he knew there was one reason and one reason Vince was doing this: to make it as difficult as possible for Howard to comply with his orders.
Almost leisurely, Vince slipped a finger inside Howard's already loosening entrance. Howard whimpered, feeling his muscles stretching and giving around Vince almost immediately. He wanted to cry, to beg Vince not to do this to him because he couldn't keep still. Not with Vince's fingers inside him. Not with how desperate he was to come. Vince paused for a moment before he withdrew a little only to push back inside, fucking Howard gently with his finger.
Re: Ah, it's a long one, surprise surprise. Oh I'm so anonymous, lol (part 2)
anonymous
October 5 2009, 23:22:25 UTC
Howard's cock pulsed and hardened even further. A slick of pre-come gathering at the end now as Vince pushed in and pulled out, pushed in again, achingly slowly. Vince didn't stop, just kept going, again and again until Howard was so loose and relaxed around him. Then he withdrew and just as languidly pushed two fingers inside him.
Howard did sob then, feeling the bottle shake on top of him as Vince stretched him even further. He held his breath, willing it not to fall or spill. It didn't. Vince stroked a hand down Howard's sweaty back, splaying his hand there as he curled and twisted his fingers inside him. Howard's fingers clenched as a wave of pleasure washed over him. He bit down on the gag in an effort to keep still as Vince rubbed that spot over and over again.
Vince hand on Howard's back stroked down over his hip to his stomach, just above where his aching cock was curved. If only he'd touch him, Howard knew he would come. But he wouldn't, he just rested it there as his fingers worked ceaselessly, making Howard's whole body strum with pleasure and the effort of keeping still. Behind his blindfold his lashes were wet with humiliation, at both what Vince was doing to him and his body's treacherous reactions to it.
“Are you enjoying this?” Vince asked, and Howard shook his head rapidly. Vince laughed, and Howard gasped as soft fingers brushed over the very tip of his cock. “This says otherwise,” Vince finished, but Howard barely heard him. Just one stroke, one stroke would be all it would take, he was so, so close. His world flashed white as Vince struck his prostate again and his hips bucked forward, desperate now for friction as Vince teased the pre-come from his tip. The bottle shook and tumbled and Howard gasped as Vince pulled away, leaving him trembling and empty, hanging on the very edge. Fear flooded him then, tumbling with the pain of denied pleasure already swirling in his stomach. He shook his head quickly, his breath catching in his throat as a wave of anxious nausea washed over him.
“What did I tell you?” Vince asked him as he pulled back. “All I said was not to spill my drink. And you couldn't even do that could you?” Howard trembled, his skin prickling as shame coloured his cheeks. He whimpered, waiting for the flash of pain to come as Vince struck him. It didn't. Instead, Vince continued talking, his voice low and dangerous and mocking, “You're pathetic.”
Howard wanted to beg, to ask for forgiveness but the gag prevented him speaking. His fingers clenched at the carpet again, in fear this time.
“What am I going to do with you?” Vince asked, more to himself than to Howard, Howard guessed from the tone. “You've wasted my beer now. I'm so disappointed in you.” Howard dipped his head. “You obviously need more practise,” Vince continued, and Howard's stomach twisted.
Vince shifted, and parted Howard's cheeks roughly again. Howard flinched, and Vince slapped his arse sharply. “Don't fucking move. You've pissed me off enough already this evening. Keep still.” Howard trembled but stilled, his eyes still tightly closed. Something cool and wide pressed against his entrance and he whimpered as Vince began to push it inside. At first Howard couldn't tell what it was, but when he realised another wave of humiliation washed over him; Vince was pushing the bottle inside him. It was uncomfortable as it slid in, thick and hard and unyielding, cold and impersonal. He hung his head, his cock twitching again. Finally, it reached it reached its widest point and began to narrow again. Howard felt his muscles closing around it as it stilled inside him.
He strained, waiting for Vince to move it, to fuck him with it, but he didn't. A shuffling noise came from behind him, and then the little flat coaster was placed back on the small of his back. He stomach twisted in confusion.
“I'm going to give you one last chance,” Vince's voice reached him as something cool and weighty and precarious was placed on his back once more. “If you drop this bottle I'm going to thrash you, do you understand me?” he asked, and Howard nodded quickly, knowing full well that Vince would. “Good. Now. I'm going out, and you better be in the same position when I get back.”
Re: Ah, it's a long one, surprise surprise. Oh I'm so anonymous, lol (part 2)
anonymous
October 5 2009, 23:23:25 UTC
Howard's guts tightened in fear. Vince couldn't leave him like this. He went to shake his head then stopped himself, whimpering softly instead. There was no point protesting, Vince could do whatever he wanted with him, that was the simple truth.
'How long?' he wanted to ask, but he couldn't. A hand touched his hair and he blinked, his wet lashes catching the silk.
“You can do this for me, can't you? You can keep nice and still, so that when I get back from the pub that bottle will be ready for me to drink, can't you?”
Howard sucked in a careful breath, and found himself nodding. There was nothing he wouldn't do for Vince when he spoke to him like that - soft and careful.
“That's my good table,” Vince whispered as he stroked down Howard's head to the back of his neck, rubbing at the muscles there gently.
Howard moaned nasally, arching into the contact, but as soon as it had come it was removed, and Vince stepped away from him. He closed his eyes, steadying his breath as much as he could as Vince's footsteps faded as he walked away without another word. He heard the creak of the stairs as Vince walked down them, then the opening and closing of the front door as he left the flat.
Howard's head dropped once more as he squeezed his eyes against the humiliated tears that threatened to fall.
He hurt all over, his cock ached, and his skin was flushed and hot with disgrace. But still he stayed there, unmoving, body taut and tension filled.
He belonged to Vince and Vince only. He was nothing without him. And if Vince wanted him as a piece of furniture, then that was all he was. Painfully aroused, sick with denial and shame, an empty bottle inside him and a full one on his back, but more than anything, desperate to please his owner.
Re: Ah, it's a long one, surprise surprise. Oh I'm so anonymous, lol (part 2)
anonymous
October 6 2009, 07:45:17 UTC
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God that was hot. So cruel though... I think you're a bit duty-bound to write Vince coming back from the pub and giving him what he wants now?! (Please?!)
Vince smirked as he drew back, sliding a finger up Howard's sweat-slicked back. Howard shivered as Vince fisted his hand in his hair, tugging his head back as his lips found Howard's neck. Vince kissed along the tight tendons of Howard's throat gently, his tongue sliding out to taste his skin, making Howard moan low in his throat at the sensation. Vince bit down, his sharp teeth scraping across sensitive flesh and Howard's moan turned into a whimper as Vince sucked and marked him.
Vince released him, stepping back to pick something up from the sofa. Howard resisted the urge to turn around and look at him, knowing that it wasn't permitted. Vince's hand settled in Howard's hair once again, softer this time, stroking slowly. Howard's eyes slipped shut under the ministrations, enjoying the gentler touch. He started then, as Vince pulled back to force a ball gag into his mouth, stretching his jaw as he fastened it tightly at the back of Howard's head. Howard whined around it. He hated this gag; it meant his mouth was already full and Vince wasn't planning on using it. He loved the feel of Vince thick in his mouth as he sucked him. Vince stepped around him, coming to stand in front of him now. He smirked, trailing a finger over Howard's parted lips. Drawing back, he grasped Howard's arms, pulling them in front of him and binding them, wrists pressed together, with a length of short, red rope.
Vince smirked as he dropped to his knees in front of Howard, Howard watching with wide eyes. Vince's nimble fingers found his left ankle and Howard watched as he fastened one strapped end of a spreader bar around it tightly. He tried to ignore how close to his straining cock Vince was as he inhaled slowly. It had been so long since he'd felt Vince's pretty mouth around him. Since he'd come down that pretty, slender throat. Since he'd felt any kind of release actually. Vince didn't let him come very often. He liked him needy, eager to please and obedient. Vince smirked though, seemingly reading Howard's mind as he looked up at him through thick lashed, Kohl rimmed, eyes. Slowly and lazily, he drew his tongue across his bottom lip, leaving it slicked with saliva as his smirk grew. Howard's cock twitched, his heart fluttering a fast, uneven beat inside his chest. Vince was so close now, all he need do was push his hips forward the tiniest amount and his cock would bump against those red lips. His fingers itched to fist themselves in Vince's hair; hold him still as he thrust into that wet heat. But he was helpless, bound as he was.
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“Kneel down,” Vince ordered, the first words he'd said since the scene had begun. Howard swallowed and complied awkwardly, his hands splaying across the carpet with difficulty, supporting his weight as he knelt there on his hands and knees, legs still spread. “Good boy,” Vince finished, one hand patting Howard's hair like a dogs. Howard pressed into the contact eagerly, but too soon it was withdrawn. Footsteps on carpet reached Howard's ears, then the sound of the sofa springs creaking as, he presumed, Vince sat down. Howard choked a groan as Vince's Chelsea-booted feet settled across the small of his back, heavy and humiliating, heels sharp as they dug into his skin.
Howard's cock ached as he blinked behind the blindfold. Of all the things Vince did, this was the worst. He inhaled in shakily, forcing himself calm as his heart thudded faster. Vince sighed audibly and stretched out further. The sound of the television jumping into life reached his ears and he exhaled slowly. He squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing thickly and awkwardly, a tiny dribble of spit leaking around the gag, as he consigned himself to staying there for the considerable future - nothing but a footrest for Vince, degraded, humiliated, and aroused.
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Vince shifted, and Howard almost groaned with relief as the weight from his back was removed. The sound of the sofa springs creaking reached his ears and Howard strained, waiting for Vince to speak, or touch him, or anything. Any acknowledgement that he was in the room with Vince. But none came, and Howard was left with a churning stomach as he listened to Vince walking away. He blinked again, working his jaw around the gag. He was dribbling now, his lips wet with sticky saliva that he couldn't swallow properly.
A few minutes later, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him once more. His stomach flipped and his heart skipped. Something small and flat and plastic was laid down on his back, and then something cool and unsteady was placed on top of it. It wasn't heavy, but it wasn;'t light either. It felt precarious, like it was balanced there uncertainly. It took him a moment to register what it was - a drink, maybe a bottle of some sorts. His skin flushed with shame - Vince was using him as a table now. Warm, soft fingers trailed between his shoulder blade, up to the nape of his neck where they rubbed gently. He barely suppressed a shiver at the contact.
“Now. You're going to be a good table for me, aren't you?” Vince asked, although it was more of a statement than a question. Howard groaned, then flinched as Vince's nails dug into his skin. “Be quiet. Furniture can't talk. Now, nod your head if you're going to be good.” Howard nodded quickly, feeling the drink on his back wobble slightly. He stilled quickly, breathing shallowly. It settled again, and he sighed in relief. “That's better. Now. Don't you dare spill a drop, or I will be very, very disappointed in you.”
Howard expected Vince to stand then and leave him again. But he didn't. Instead, he ran his hands across Howard's sides delicately, almost tickling as he ran his fingers over his ribs. Howard suppressed another shiver, his brow furrowing in confusion; what was Vince doing? When Vince's hands reached Howard's hips, he continued on to Howard's arse, his hands squeezing and rubbing his cheeks softly. Howard groaned, another drop of spittle escaping past the gag to fall to the floor.
Vince parted his cheeks, running a finger between them slowly, and Howard squeezed his eyes shut, straining hard not to move. Vince paused as he reached Howard's entrance, circling around it once before he pulled back. There was a click, then something cool dribbled down between Howard's cheeks. He whined then, realising Vince's intent as Vince began to rub the cold, thick cream around his entrance.
“Are you arguing with me?” Vince asked, pausing in his movements. Howard held his breath, hearing the warning in Vince's tone. He shook his head, and slowly, Vince's finger began moving once more. “I didn't think you were.”
Howard's eyes were closed, his body strained taut as he struggled not to move. Vince was being so gentle, so slow and considerate and at any other time Howard would've been grateful, would've melted under such careful touches, but right now he knew there was one reason and one reason Vince was doing this: to make it as difficult as possible for Howard to comply with his orders.
Almost leisurely, Vince slipped a finger inside Howard's already loosening entrance. Howard whimpered, feeling his muscles stretching and giving around Vince almost immediately. He wanted to cry, to beg Vince not to do this to him because he couldn't keep still. Not with Vince's fingers inside him. Not with how desperate he was to come. Vince paused for a moment before he withdrew a little only to push back inside, fucking Howard gently with his finger.
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Howard did sob then, feeling the bottle shake on top of him as Vince stretched him even further. He held his breath, willing it not to fall or spill. It didn't. Vince stroked a hand down Howard's sweaty back, splaying his hand there as he curled and twisted his fingers inside him. Howard's fingers clenched as a wave of pleasure washed over him. He bit down on the gag in an effort to keep still as Vince rubbed that spot over and over again.
Vince hand on Howard's back stroked down over his hip to his stomach, just above where his aching cock was curved. If only he'd touch him, Howard knew he would come. But he wouldn't, he just rested it there as his fingers worked ceaselessly, making Howard's whole body strum with pleasure and the effort of keeping still. Behind his blindfold his lashes were wet with humiliation, at both what Vince was doing to him and his body's treacherous reactions to it.
“Are you enjoying this?” Vince asked, and Howard shook his head rapidly. Vince laughed, and Howard gasped as soft fingers brushed over the very tip of his cock. “This says otherwise,” Vince finished, but Howard barely heard him. Just one stroke, one stroke would be all it would take, he was so, so close. His world flashed white as Vince struck his prostate again and his hips bucked forward, desperate now for friction as Vince teased the pre-come from his tip. The bottle shook and tumbled and Howard gasped as Vince pulled away, leaving him trembling and empty, hanging on the very edge. Fear flooded him then, tumbling with the pain of denied pleasure already swirling in his stomach. He shook his head quickly, his breath catching in his throat as a wave of anxious nausea washed over him.
“What did I tell you?” Vince asked him as he pulled back. “All I said was not to spill my drink. And you couldn't even do that could you?” Howard trembled, his skin prickling as shame coloured his cheeks. He whimpered, waiting for the flash of pain to come as Vince struck him. It didn't. Instead, Vince continued talking, his voice low and dangerous and mocking, “You're pathetic.”
Howard wanted to beg, to ask for forgiveness but the gag prevented him speaking. His fingers clenched at the carpet again, in fear this time.
“What am I going to do with you?” Vince asked, more to himself than to Howard, Howard guessed from the tone. “You've wasted my beer now. I'm so disappointed in you.” Howard dipped his head. “You obviously need more practise,” Vince continued, and Howard's stomach twisted.
Vince shifted, and parted Howard's cheeks roughly again. Howard flinched, and Vince slapped his arse sharply. “Don't fucking move. You've pissed me off enough already this evening. Keep still.” Howard trembled but stilled, his eyes still tightly closed. Something cool and wide pressed against his entrance and he whimpered as Vince began to push it inside. At first Howard couldn't tell what it was, but when he realised another wave of humiliation washed over him; Vince was pushing the bottle inside him. It was uncomfortable as it slid in, thick and hard and unyielding, cold and impersonal. He hung his head, his cock twitching again. Finally, it reached it reached its widest point and began to narrow again. Howard felt his muscles closing around it as it stilled inside him.
He strained, waiting for Vince to move it, to fuck him with it, but he didn't. A shuffling noise came from behind him, and then the little flat coaster was placed back on the small of his back. He stomach twisted in confusion.
“I'm going to give you one last chance,” Vince's voice reached him as something cool and weighty and precarious was placed on his back once more. “If you drop this bottle I'm going to thrash you, do you understand me?” he asked, and Howard nodded quickly, knowing full well that Vince would. “Good. Now. I'm going out, and you better be in the same position when I get back.”
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'How long?' he wanted to ask, but he couldn't. A hand touched his hair and he blinked, his wet lashes catching the silk.
“You can do this for me, can't you? You can keep nice and still, so that when I get back from the pub that bottle will be ready for me to drink, can't you?”
Howard sucked in a careful breath, and found himself nodding. There was nothing he wouldn't do for Vince when he spoke to him like that - soft and careful.
“That's my good table,” Vince whispered as he stroked down Howard's head to the back of his neck, rubbing at the muscles there gently.
Howard moaned nasally, arching into the contact, but as soon as it had come it was removed, and Vince stepped away from him. He closed his eyes, steadying his breath as much as he could as Vince's footsteps faded as he walked away without another word. He heard the creak of the stairs as Vince walked down them, then the opening and closing of the front door as he left the flat.
Howard's head dropped once more as he squeezed his eyes against the humiliated tears that threatened to fall.
He hurt all over, his cock ached, and his skin was flushed and hot with disgrace. But still he stayed there, unmoving, body taut and tension filled.
He belonged to Vince and Vince only. He was nothing without him. And if Vince wanted him as a piece of furniture, then that was all he was. Painfully aroused, sick with denial and shame, an empty bottle inside him and a full one on his back, but more than anything, desperate to please his owner.
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God that was hot. So cruel though... I think you're a bit duty-bound to write Vince coming back from the pub and giving him what he wants now?! (Please?!)
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