The Professionals Anonymous Pornfest
Way, way back last year we ran an Anonymous Pornfest for Life on Mars over at fiandyfic. It was great fun, generated a shedload of fic and encouraged at least two new writers (that I know of) to start posting their own fic at the lifein1973 comm
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The final one landed. He screamed, releasing his frustrations, his rage, his aggravation. The feelings raging from his buttocks screamed along with him. His balls tightened. The dildo moved, pulled out almost to the tip before being pushed in. Out. In. Fucking him. Ramming his prostate again and again.
He cried out. Cock hard, he strained for release. His arse was fucked thoroughly with the false cock, its unrelenting surface working the walls of his body. The short jabs now being used didn't bring him to orgasm. They only built his need higher and higher. Left him hanging. He needed this. He needed to come.
Please...
The dildo was shoved deep, hitting home. He bit down on the leather resting between his teeth. Once more, once more... All he needed was one more good stroke! Please...
Still he was left hanging. He blinked the sweat from his eyes, opened them, looked up.
His commander again stood before him, patiently waiting. When their eyes met, the commander slowly unzipped. Still fully clothed, his cock in hand, his commander was a vision of beauty. When his commander's hand started to move, he couldn't have looked away if he'd been given the Crown Jewels to do so. He had to watch. The commander he ran his fingers up and down his own length, groaning with delight. Throwing his head back, neck muscles taut, his commander stroked the thick flesh, moaning softly as he pleasured himself. Watching with rapt attention, he would have killed to taste the pre-come dripping from that tasty-looking shaft.
Silently, the commander's hand moved faster and faster until he shuddered, coming forcefully. When the commander lifted a finger to his own mouth, he was riveted, mesmerised by the other man as he licked the come from them. Then the commander tucked himself back into his skin-tight breeches and zipped up. Satisfied, he smiled and then... And then the commander sensually licked the crop he held in his hands.
He moaned. His commander was tasting the leather that had branded his arse. His buttocks twinged, and he could feel each stripe the crop had made. His cock ached. His entire body screamed for more.
The commander's eyes sparkled as he moved forward, tapping the crop against the riding boots.
Each slap of crop on leather made him shudder. He'd had his six, but was it possible that he'd be allowed more? The commander moved away. He craned his neck to hold onto the sight of him, but he soon disappeared.
He waited, every muscle, ever nerve singing in anticipation. A hand stroked the inside of his thigh. He jerked in his bonds. The laces on the leather sheath holding his cock were tugged, undone, tossed aside. He sprang free. His balls were released. The air felt almost cool against his skin. The dildo was removed. He gasped, his arse muscles flexing at the sudden loss.
Still, he needed something...
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