"The 8-Get Told Me To" [3/3]
anonymous
February 18 2009, 02:22:26 UTC
“…Well, I supposed that I have delivered, yes? I will be kind~” Standing up again, he smiled at Matthew, who was now blushing fiercely, feeling deeply embarrassed that he wasn’t struggling as much as he had before. Ivan gripped his legs, and began to lick up and down Matthew’s shaft, listening to Matthew’s weak pants through the gag. Once he had hardened satisfactory, Ivan took the tip of Matthew’s shaft in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the tip before taking it entirely into his mouth.
“Aah-“ Matthew let out a loud moan from behind the gag, his body arching and clearly about to come. Ivan observed his body closely, and just when he was about to come, the Russian gripped the end of his cock tightly with his fingers, blocking the orgasm.
Matthew let an out a frustrated scream from behind the gag, much to Ivan’s cruel joy. He lifted his head to watch Matthew’s expression as finally let go, allowing the Canadian to come over his hand and let out a loud, muffled cry from behind the gag as he went through his orgasm spread out on the desk, completely open for Ivan to see. It was a beautiful sight.
“Epic…Win”, Ivan muttered proudly, enjoying the sight before him. He was utterly absorbed in the new, clique language that he had discovered. They even posted pro-Communist propaganda everywhere! They supported his historic beliefs!
Matthew was so tired after the orgasm, that he was completely still as Ivan re-clothed him in a manner similar to a rag-doll. Once he was done tidying up the Canadian, he flipped him over and removed the scarf and handcuffs. Rubbing his wrists, Matthew shifted off of the desk quickly, knocking several office supplies off as he did.
“Y-You….” Matthew panted, moving away weakly. “W-Why did you do that? What were you talking about, Ivan?!”
“I would stay to explain further, but unfortunately…I don’t think your...poor newfag mind could handle it, Matthew.” He smiled sweetly as he pointed towards the mildly melted Klondike bar on the office table. “Now then, please enjoy the ice cream bar. You and Cusa like them, da? I have an appointment I must catch.”
After the Russian walked out of the messy office, Matthew sat in confused silence. Deciding against following Ivan, he walked towards Ivan’s monitor; his and Ivan’s computers were among the only things not shoved off the large desk, and looked at the screen.
“…Well, I supposed that I have delivered, yes? I will be kind~” Standing up again, he smiled at Matthew, who was now blushing fiercely, feeling deeply embarrassed that he wasn’t struggling as much as he had before. Ivan gripped his legs, and began to lick up and down Matthew’s shaft, listening to Matthew’s weak pants through the gag. Once he had hardened satisfactory, Ivan took the tip of Matthew’s shaft in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the tip before taking it entirely into his mouth.
“Aah-“ Matthew let out a loud moan from behind the gag, his body arching and clearly about to come. Ivan observed his body closely, and just when he was about to come, the Russian gripped the end of his cock tightly with his fingers, blocking the orgasm.
Matthew let an out a frustrated scream from behind the gag, much to Ivan’s cruel joy. He lifted his head to watch Matthew’s expression as finally let go, allowing the Canadian to come over his hand and let out a loud, muffled cry from behind the gag as he went through his orgasm spread out on the desk, completely open for Ivan to see. It was a beautiful sight.
“Epic…Win”, Ivan muttered proudly, enjoying the sight before him. He was utterly absorbed in the new, clique language that he had discovered. They even posted pro-Communist propaganda everywhere! They supported his historic beliefs!
Matthew was so tired after the orgasm, that he was completely still as Ivan re-clothed him in a manner similar to a rag-doll. Once he was done tidying up the Canadian, he flipped him over and removed the scarf and handcuffs. Rubbing his wrists, Matthew shifted off of the desk quickly, knocking several office supplies off as he did.
“Y-You….” Matthew panted, moving away weakly. “W-Why did you do that? What were you talking about, Ivan?!”
“I would stay to explain further, but unfortunately…I don’t think your...poor newfag mind could handle it, Matthew.” He smiled sweetly as he pointed towards the mildly melted Klondike bar on the office table. “Now then, please enjoy the ice cream bar. You and Cusa like them, da? I have an appointment I must catch.”
After the Russian walked out of the messy office, Matthew sat in confused silence. Deciding against following Ivan, he walked towards Ivan’s monitor; his and Ivan’s computers were among the only things not shoved off the large desk, and looked at the screen.
“/a/ - Animu & Mango”
Blinking in confusion, he scrolled down….
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He should totally check the cute/male board.
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Is the thread still available?
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I will have bastard internet children with the person who links the archive (if it exists). <3
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