Kinktober Day 27: Gun Play, Degradation

“You fucking bandits are always trying to test me, huh?” Nisha’s boots clicked against the wooden floors of the sheriff’s office. A pistol spun in her hands, sunlight filtering in through the old window shades winking along the barrel until she halted it in a threatening brandish.

The bound man at her feet spat, a little dribble of red spotting on the floor beneath him. She moved closer, the floorboards creaking underneath her weight as she came to a halt in front of her captive. The barrel of the gun pressed against the crook’s cheekbone, tilting his head to the side.

Pretty green and blue eyes flashed up at her from beneath heavy eyelids. He was pretty for a bandit. Too pretty to kill. There was a reason he was sitting on the floor in her office rather than hanging like rakk-bait from the gallows.

“Lucky you’re a bit of a looker. What, psychos didn’t try ripping your face off yet?” Her dark purple lips pulled in a smirk as she slid the end of the gun barrel down to the man’s angular jawline, following it with interest until she tucked the tip under his chin and pushed it up. The metal was still warm from the warning shot she’d fired earlier, right before she’d managed to subdue and hogtie this handsome stranger.

“I would say I don’t have much use for a pretty boy around here, but…things do get a little bit lonely. Could keep someone like you until I get bored.” She flicked the gun barrel up and over his chin to press it against his lips.

“Suck, bandit, and if you do a good job I won’t shoot you in the throat and string you up for everyone to see.” She growled softly and started to edge the gun into her captive’s mouth. It took only a moment for the man to comply, cracked lips parting as a pink tongue cradled the underside of the metallic tip. The hand not holding the grip of her pistol slowly moved to settle in the man’s hair, feeling the silk of each strand even under the grit of the Pandoran desert.

Might be a lost, pampered pretty-boy instead of a bandit, she thought as she shifted the gun barrel inside of the man’s mouth, pressing it against his tongue and urging him to properly suck. Those intense eyes hooded, focused on the task at hand as he started to get the hang of it.

Nisha’s teeth showed bright and sharp from behind her dark lips as she wound her fingers tighter in her captive’s hair. Honestly? If he learned to put his mouth to proper use, she couldn’t care less who he was or where he came from.

Kinktober Day 27: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Against a Wall

“Look at them…” Jack chuckled, eyeing the meeting just beyond the window he had Rhys pinned against. “Going about their business…no clue what’s happening just a couple of feet away…”

Rhys moaned, his breath fogging against the glass as he rubbed his cock up against it. Jack’s thrusts were unusually slow and even, like he wanted to savor this for as long as he could. The idea of fucking Rhys within spitting distance of his stuffed-shirt board of directors seemed to tickle Jack to no end.

“Two-way mirrors…frikkin’ genius invented this, huh pumpkin? You can watch anyone you want and they’ll have no idea…no idea I’ve got my dick out and inside you right under their noses. Hah! Hilarious.” Jack breathed against the side of Rhys’ neck, one hand sliding up the glass to pin Rhys’ wrist against it. “Of course…helps to have my pretty partner and crime to make it really sweet.”

“S-So you won’t stop telling me…” Rhys panted as he rolled his hips back against Jack, only for the CEO to bounce a particularly hard thrust against his ass. He moaned as he cock smeared agains the mirror, right against the back of one of the director’s chairs.

“Hah. Look at that.” Jack’s other hand moved around to pet Rhys’ dick. “Wonder if I can make you jizz all over the table once I’m through with you. What do you think?”

Rhys only moaned in response, less interested in Jack’s grudge against the directs and more absorbed in his arousal. Not that the sight of the unknowing men and women in front of him wasn’t doing anything for him. It danced just on the edge of shame, just enough to whet Rhys’ dirtier appetites. The directors always hated Jack’s more flamboyant, extravagant ideas, even if they eventually conceded thanks to coercion or violence, so the idea of fucking so close to them as they droned about quarter projections and design deadlines was priceless.

Shit. Maybe Rhys was a little more interested in feeding Jack’s grudges than he’d initially thought. He grunted when Jack pressed him harder up against the glass, cock grinding deep inside of him.

“Might even…consider taking out the wall next time…could you imagine?”

Though Rhys felt he wouldn’t be caught dead standing naked in front of Hyperion’s top executives, such a deviant idea and the way Jack purred it into his ear like a filthy secret had Rhys arching his back and coming, cock splashing an arc up against the mirror and over the impassive forms of the huddled executives.

“Mmm. You really creamed Derkowitz good…” Jack hummed in approval as he roughly pulled his cock out of Rhys’, taking the shaft in hand and shifting to stand a little right of Rhys’ shaky form. “Let’s see if I can get an even better shot.”

i’m still voting obviously but i think i need an extended break from all news media its just….you wanna be informed but i also need to do my best to live a quality life considering my depression and anxiety and just not….not get excessively embroiled in what some dumbfuck on social media is saying. 

ok 2 things. 1) only now at this point in my life have i been informed that the dude who made the monster mash also did a christmas version?? how did i go this long in my life without learning this. but also 2) rhys plays monster mash on repeat while he puts up decorations. jack hates it and fights back by blasting the goosebumps theme song so loud it rattles the dishes.

lol yeah i only learned about it this year. and pfft they so would. dueling halloween songs !