Weekly Obbo Challenge #49 B - Interruption
Title: Interruption
Author: Ice Bear
Genre: PWP
Pairing: D/?
Archive: Pros Lib, Please
Word Count: 323
Slash
Disclaimer: All things related to The Professionals belong to others, I borrow them only for my own entertainment.
Summary: Work once again intrudes on Raymond Doyle's personal life.
The man was stretched spread eagle on the bed, hands and ankles securely cuffed ensuring he could not escape. His skin, covered with a fine sheen of sweat, glistened against blue satin sheets.
A finger reached out and flicked the silver nipple clamps causing the captive to flinch as a moan, muffled by a soft, leather gag, broke the silence. Smirking, his tormentor leaned over and lapped a captured nipple, sending a quiver through the restrained body. Straightening up, he smiled as a large drop of precum slid down the head of the engorged cock which strained to reach the nipples it was attached to by a silver chain. That same finger ran down the taut stomach and made a circle around the head before bringing the pearl to his mouth. Sighing, he lapped up the other’s essence before checking that the cock ring was not too tight.
The ringing of the phone forced his attention away from his prisoner. He grabbed at the offensive instrument and suddenly realized he was hanging halfway off his bed, one hand gripping the bedside table the only thing keeping him from the floor as his controller demanded a response. Grunting, he acknowledged the orders given before hanging up and pushing himself back into the bed.
Shaking his head he swore softly as he caught sight of his engorged dick. “Christ on a candlestick,” he muttered, searching the room once before getting up. “Hell of a dream. Bad enough the old man ruins me dates, but he’s really crossed the line when a man can’t even have a wet dream without interruption.” He dressed quickly and headed out into the cold, clear night. It wasn’t until he pulled up in the circle of light created by the Rover’s headlamps that it dawned on him that he was about to come face-to-face with his dream mate. “Bloody hell! How can I ever look Bodie in the eye again?”
Author: Ice Bear
Genre: PWP
Pairing: D/?
Archive: Pros Lib, Please
Word Count: 323
Slash
Disclaimer: All things related to The Professionals belong to others, I borrow them only for my own entertainment.
Summary: Work once again intrudes on Raymond Doyle's personal life.
The man was stretched spread eagle on the bed, hands and ankles securely cuffed ensuring he could not escape. His skin, covered with a fine sheen of sweat, glistened against blue satin sheets.
A finger reached out and flicked the silver nipple clamps causing the captive to flinch as a moan, muffled by a soft, leather gag, broke the silence. Smirking, his tormentor leaned over and lapped a captured nipple, sending a quiver through the restrained body. Straightening up, he smiled as a large drop of precum slid down the head of the engorged cock which strained to reach the nipples it was attached to by a silver chain. That same finger ran down the taut stomach and made a circle around the head before bringing the pearl to his mouth. Sighing, he lapped up the other’s essence before checking that the cock ring was not too tight.
The ringing of the phone forced his attention away from his prisoner. He grabbed at the offensive instrument and suddenly realized he was hanging halfway off his bed, one hand gripping the bedside table the only thing keeping him from the floor as his controller demanded a response. Grunting, he acknowledged the orders given before hanging up and pushing himself back into the bed.
Shaking his head he swore softly as he caught sight of his engorged dick. “Christ on a candlestick,” he muttered, searching the room once before getting up. “Hell of a dream. Bad enough the old man ruins me dates, but he’s really crossed the line when a man can’t even have a wet dream without interruption.” He dressed quickly and headed out into the cold, clear night. It wasn’t until he pulled up in the circle of light created by the Rover’s headlamps that it dawned on him that he was about to come face-to-face with his dream mate. “Bloody hell! How can I ever look Bodie in the eye again?”