Porn challenge response...
This one is dedicated to drkcherry, for being so patient with my lengthy work on her auction fic...
Untitled
NC-17
Fraser/Turnbull
535 words
Warnings: BDSM themes.
"Oh gods alimighty," Turnbull groaned, arching his back away from the tickling touch brushing over the hollow above his ass. He hadn't meant to arch away, it just happened, and the touch abruptly left. "No... Don't stop," he begged, throwing his head back, trying to search blindly for his lover.
"You've been a naughty boy today," Fraser's voice cut through the air. "You didn't answer the phones in sufficient time. You didn't dust the banister. You didn't bring Thatcher her coffee right away... If I didn't know any better, Turnbull, I'd say you were losing your touch." The younger mountie almost sobbed.
"I'm s-sorry, sir... It won't happen again!" Turnbull strained in his bounds, his naked body sweating from all the teasing. Fraser grinned, his sturdy hand holding the feather duster just inches from Turnbull's chest.
"Don't you think you need a little more... punishment?" Fraser asked in a low, deep voice that made his captive shiver. Turnbull nodded almost reluctantly. When there were no words forthcoming, Fraser lowered the duster down to Turnbull's ass, twirled it around, and pulled the end of the thin handle back, quickly snapping it over the pale, unsuspecting ass cheek. Turnbull shouted in surprise, jumping a little. His breath immediately grew faster.
"P-please, sir..." Turnbull stopped, afraid to go on. Fraser wated, running the tip of the handle lightly down the dark crack of his ass. A moment later, he snapped the other cheek with the handle, his own arousal growing at his captive's shout of pain. Silently, carefully, Fraser lay the duster down on his desk and slowly removed his own belt, then unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down past his knees. He noticed Turnbull's legs trembling with anxious anticipation as he stood again. Fraser released his own straining cock from his boxers, then picked up his belt again.
"Start counting," he ordered firmly, pausing only a moment before his arm swung down, his belt landing with a loud crack. Turnbull cried out before speaking a shaky "one". Fraser continued the blows to the younger man's ass, and when the pale flesh had become deep red, and there were tears running down Turnbull's cheeks, and his voice was growing more unsteady, Fraser grasped his own cock and started pumping. He was sweating mightily now, and his cock ached for release.
"f-f-fourty!" Turnbull choked out, sagging in the cuffs around his wrists. Fraser came with a grunt, his hot cum landing on Turnbull's tender red ass. After only a moment's rest, Fraser moved around to the front of his captive and dropped to his knees, taking Turnbull's cock deep into his mouth. In only moments, the younger man's seed shot down Fraser's throat, and Turnbull sobbed with relief, even though his cock had barely lost it's stiffness. "Th-thank you, Master," he breathed. Fraser got up slowly and began to unlock the cuffs and remove the blindfold.
Once Turnbull was free, they stared at each other a long moment before coming together and kissing passionately. Parting for air, Fraser panted, "Back to work." And they went their seperate ways, cleaning up and dressing, and straightening their laynards. Until the next time.
Untitled
NC-17
Fraser/Turnbull
535 words
Warnings: BDSM themes.
"Oh gods alimighty," Turnbull groaned, arching his back away from the tickling touch brushing over the hollow above his ass. He hadn't meant to arch away, it just happened, and the touch abruptly left. "No... Don't stop," he begged, throwing his head back, trying to search blindly for his lover.
"You've been a naughty boy today," Fraser's voice cut through the air. "You didn't answer the phones in sufficient time. You didn't dust the banister. You didn't bring Thatcher her coffee right away... If I didn't know any better, Turnbull, I'd say you were losing your touch." The younger mountie almost sobbed.
"I'm s-sorry, sir... It won't happen again!" Turnbull strained in his bounds, his naked body sweating from all the teasing. Fraser grinned, his sturdy hand holding the feather duster just inches from Turnbull's chest.
"Don't you think you need a little more... punishment?" Fraser asked in a low, deep voice that made his captive shiver. Turnbull nodded almost reluctantly. When there were no words forthcoming, Fraser lowered the duster down to Turnbull's ass, twirled it around, and pulled the end of the thin handle back, quickly snapping it over the pale, unsuspecting ass cheek. Turnbull shouted in surprise, jumping a little. His breath immediately grew faster.
"P-please, sir..." Turnbull stopped, afraid to go on. Fraser wated, running the tip of the handle lightly down the dark crack of his ass. A moment later, he snapped the other cheek with the handle, his own arousal growing at his captive's shout of pain. Silently, carefully, Fraser lay the duster down on his desk and slowly removed his own belt, then unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down past his knees. He noticed Turnbull's legs trembling with anxious anticipation as he stood again. Fraser released his own straining cock from his boxers, then picked up his belt again.
"Start counting," he ordered firmly, pausing only a moment before his arm swung down, his belt landing with a loud crack. Turnbull cried out before speaking a shaky "one". Fraser continued the blows to the younger man's ass, and when the pale flesh had become deep red, and there were tears running down Turnbull's cheeks, and his voice was growing more unsteady, Fraser grasped his own cock and started pumping. He was sweating mightily now, and his cock ached for release.
"f-f-fourty!" Turnbull choked out, sagging in the cuffs around his wrists. Fraser came with a grunt, his hot cum landing on Turnbull's tender red ass. After only a moment's rest, Fraser moved around to the front of his captive and dropped to his knees, taking Turnbull's cock deep into his mouth. In only moments, the younger man's seed shot down Fraser's throat, and Turnbull sobbed with relief, even though his cock had barely lost it's stiffness. "Th-thank you, Master," he breathed. Fraser got up slowly and began to unlock the cuffs and remove the blindfold.
Once Turnbull was free, they stared at each other a long moment before coming together and kissing passionately. Parting for air, Fraser panted, "Back to work." And they went their seperate ways, cleaning up and dressing, and straightening their laynards. Until the next time.