Original Fiction
Title: The Gentleman's Guide to Sexual Deviance
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A series of drabbles following the nightly escapades of a deranged nymphomaniac.
Warning: Contains BDSM, non-con, and torture.
Word Count: 923
There was simply no way. The book and the diagram had assured him that it was possible, but looking between the object in his hand and its allotted spot, he could not help but feel sceptical. Earlier, it had taken quite a bit of delicate force just to get that one in, and now the directions were instructing him to insert a second? He narrowed his eyes contemptuously at the hole in question, a nagging sense of doubt muddying his initial enthusiasm. Surely an opening that size could not stretch to accommodate two such widths…?
And the moment that question entered Lord Reynard de Courcelle’s mind, he knew that he must persist in his experiment. That was perhaps the Marquis’ greatest downfall - he was the slave of his passions. All questions must be answered, all challenges met, all curiosities explored.
So, with a determined look settling over his features, Reynard slid the glass cylinder back into its home.
The boy gasped, having apparently been unprepared for the sudden intrusion, and the oil-slicked dildo pushed out of his ass a bit as he squirmed. Reynard let out a clipped sigh of exasperation and seized the end of it, slamming it back in fully with a single hard push. The boy’s body twisted sharply against his bonds and he let out a strangled sound.
Reynard’s lips pursed in dissatisfaction as he looked down at the thin body that was his current project. The muscles in his legs were visibly trembling beneath the skin as they fought to hold purchase on the floor while fighting the urge to restrict around the glass length in his ass. Reynard had the boy bent over a high wooden bench with his hands locked in stocks above his head, his ankles chained just close enough to the floor that he could stand on his toes, if he really strained for it. The object inside of him was about as wide as a fist, the whole length of it completely smooth but for a series of ridges and bumps along the head. Already it seemed an impossibly big plug, corking the boy’s ass, which looked so stuffed that Reynard worried it might explode if he took the stopper out.
“Oh, spare me your snivelling,” Reynard said coolly, willing the frustration from his voice. Subconsciously, he blamed the boy for ruining his experiment with his ludicrously tight ass. “You’ll be taking another. It is possible,” he added firmly, more to reassure himself than the boy.
Reynard unlaced his boots and stepped out of them before removing his trousers. He moved to stand behind the boy as he coated his length with the same lubricant he’d used on the glass instrument, eyeing the boy’s already-stretched hole while he stroked himself to full attention.
The boy’s flanks were hot and trembling when he laid his hands upon them, allowing himself a pleased little smile. He liked his conquests like he liked his horses: young, hot-blooded, newly bridled and bucking. Reynard held the base of the dildo in one hand to make sure it didn’t slip out again and held his own member in the other, pressing it against the taut edge of the boy’s opening beside the glass protruding from it. He heard the boy suck in a sharp breath and felt his legs jerk as he tried uselessly to kick out, knowing what was to come.
Well, there was no way Reynard was going to be gentle with him, if he insisted upon being such a ponce. Setting his teeth in determination, he pushed his hips forward until the head of his cock popped inside, and it took all his power and self-control not to moan out load. The boy’s body was the most incredible vice grip around him, creating suction around his cock so intense it practically pulled the rest of his length inside. The boy was crying now, but Reynard his held his hips and sank in to the hilt, shuddering decadently as the heat settled around him like a vacuum. The glass was a solid pressure against one side of his cock, and as he gave his hips an experimental roll, he found that the ridges were particularly delightful when rubbed the right way, though he could imagine how uncomfortable they could be when used forcefully.
He kept his thrusts slow at first, the chokingly beautiful restriction around his cock making it impossible to do otherwise, and found that the boy’s struggles only added to the sensation. Reynard could feel the boy’s belly as it heaved within him with each sob, bouncing against the tip of his member. His toy did make a beautiful sight, as well, with his pert ass all stuffed with cock and the pristine length of the glass, a trickle of blood winding its way down the inside of one pale thigh. There was less resistance now, and Reynard pounded into the depths of that perfect ass, stretched wide and still so tight, thrusting the dildo roughly in time with his hips.
It wasn’t long before that hot, encasing chamber was sucking the orgasm out of him, and Reynard leaned back, still panting hard, to enjoy the image of his cock buried in that lovely, suffering ass one last time before his softening length slipped out. The glass cylinder was streaked with blood when he pulled it out, and Reynard regarded the illustration in his book of carnal desires with a wry smile as he set the instrument down.
He always knew he could do it.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A series of drabbles following the nightly escapades of a deranged nymphomaniac.
Warning: Contains BDSM, non-con, and torture.
Word Count: 923
There was simply no way. The book and the diagram had assured him that it was possible, but looking between the object in his hand and its allotted spot, he could not help but feel sceptical. Earlier, it had taken quite a bit of delicate force just to get that one in, and now the directions were instructing him to insert a second? He narrowed his eyes contemptuously at the hole in question, a nagging sense of doubt muddying his initial enthusiasm. Surely an opening that size could not stretch to accommodate two such widths…?
And the moment that question entered Lord Reynard de Courcelle’s mind, he knew that he must persist in his experiment. That was perhaps the Marquis’ greatest downfall - he was the slave of his passions. All questions must be answered, all challenges met, all curiosities explored.
So, with a determined look settling over his features, Reynard slid the glass cylinder back into its home.
The boy gasped, having apparently been unprepared for the sudden intrusion, and the oil-slicked dildo pushed out of his ass a bit as he squirmed. Reynard let out a clipped sigh of exasperation and seized the end of it, slamming it back in fully with a single hard push. The boy’s body twisted sharply against his bonds and he let out a strangled sound.
Reynard’s lips pursed in dissatisfaction as he looked down at the thin body that was his current project. The muscles in his legs were visibly trembling beneath the skin as they fought to hold purchase on the floor while fighting the urge to restrict around the glass length in his ass. Reynard had the boy bent over a high wooden bench with his hands locked in stocks above his head, his ankles chained just close enough to the floor that he could stand on his toes, if he really strained for it. The object inside of him was about as wide as a fist, the whole length of it completely smooth but for a series of ridges and bumps along the head. Already it seemed an impossibly big plug, corking the boy’s ass, which looked so stuffed that Reynard worried it might explode if he took the stopper out.
“Oh, spare me your snivelling,” Reynard said coolly, willing the frustration from his voice. Subconsciously, he blamed the boy for ruining his experiment with his ludicrously tight ass. “You’ll be taking another. It is possible,” he added firmly, more to reassure himself than the boy.
Reynard unlaced his boots and stepped out of them before removing his trousers. He moved to stand behind the boy as he coated his length with the same lubricant he’d used on the glass instrument, eyeing the boy’s already-stretched hole while he stroked himself to full attention.
The boy’s flanks were hot and trembling when he laid his hands upon them, allowing himself a pleased little smile. He liked his conquests like he liked his horses: young, hot-blooded, newly bridled and bucking. Reynard held the base of the dildo in one hand to make sure it didn’t slip out again and held his own member in the other, pressing it against the taut edge of the boy’s opening beside the glass protruding from it. He heard the boy suck in a sharp breath and felt his legs jerk as he tried uselessly to kick out, knowing what was to come.
Well, there was no way Reynard was going to be gentle with him, if he insisted upon being such a ponce. Setting his teeth in determination, he pushed his hips forward until the head of his cock popped inside, and it took all his power and self-control not to moan out load. The boy’s body was the most incredible vice grip around him, creating suction around his cock so intense it practically pulled the rest of his length inside. The boy was crying now, but Reynard his held his hips and sank in to the hilt, shuddering decadently as the heat settled around him like a vacuum. The glass was a solid pressure against one side of his cock, and as he gave his hips an experimental roll, he found that the ridges were particularly delightful when rubbed the right way, though he could imagine how uncomfortable they could be when used forcefully.
He kept his thrusts slow at first, the chokingly beautiful restriction around his cock making it impossible to do otherwise, and found that the boy’s struggles only added to the sensation. Reynard could feel the boy’s belly as it heaved within him with each sob, bouncing against the tip of his member. His toy did make a beautiful sight, as well, with his pert ass all stuffed with cock and the pristine length of the glass, a trickle of blood winding its way down the inside of one pale thigh. There was less resistance now, and Reynard pounded into the depths of that perfect ass, stretched wide and still so tight, thrusting the dildo roughly in time with his hips.
It wasn’t long before that hot, encasing chamber was sucking the orgasm out of him, and Reynard leaned back, still panting hard, to enjoy the image of his cock buried in that lovely, suffering ass one last time before his softening length slipped out. The glass cylinder was streaked with blood when he pulled it out, and Reynard regarded the illustration in his book of carnal desires with a wry smile as he set the instrument down.
He always knew he could do it.