The desperation with which Eddie and Susannah had taken to one another was something that had to be expected, and Roland took it in his usual, quiet stride.

The madness had gone out of Eddie’s gaze, and the other one – the bitch named Detta Walker – had only shown herself in Susannah’s face once or twice since they’ve escaped the western beach into the cool protection of Shardik’s forest.

The greenery of their surroundings, coupled with the scarce songs of the odd bird seemed to have been of an improvement for their overall condition. Roland found himself actually enjoying the first company he’s had for… years? Centuries?

Since Cuthbert and Alain and Jamie had ridden into their deaths on Jericho Hill.

All told, it did not surprise Roland to be awoken by the first little rustlings on the other side of the fireplace where his two apprentices had taken refuge wrapped up tightly in the new leather blanket they had learned to make from hides.

He lay still and listened with something akin to friendly amusement, trying to give them their privacy as much as possible as they started forgetting their surroundings and fell into each other.

Roland could only imagine how Susannah’s strong thighs would feel clamped around a man’s hip. The loss of her shins and feet only helped the musculature in what was left of her legs, and he’d seen the way she moved without her extraordinary chair – sinuous, fluid movements, akin to a snake slithering through the underbrush.

He could hear Eddie’s low, reverent groan and Susannah’s throaty laugh.

“You goan give it to me, big boy?” she goaded huskily and Roland could feel a chill running down his back and his balls pulse in almost reluctant want. There’d been more Detta Walker in her voice than he’d feel comfortable with; but Eddie didn’t seem fazed in the least.

Their love making was almost silent after that; only the slick sound of their union still loud enough to reach Roland’s ears in an almost comforting rhythm, their breaths getting deeper and more labored the longer they fucked; and Roland could not deny that he enjoyed it – witnessing the forming and strengthening of their Ka-tet and being an incidental part of their growing affection for each other.

ramifleiss
replied to your post “so I’ve been thinking a bit about watersports and bladder desperation……”

Chris wanting to pee and Josh locking the room just to watch him peeing himself… just sayin…

Josh didn’t take the chance to get ahead of Chris while he fumbled to the side to get something to drink only because he was so focused on how Chris drained the glass in sloppy sips, spilling a little down his chin in his haste to put it back down and shoot the red shell he’d been holding for half a lap and with Daisy’s name on it.

After the race, Josh carefully-casually reached to the side and filled Chris’ glass back up again. His own mouth felt dry with excitement.

.o.

“Dude, wait a sec, I gotta take a leak- Josh!” Chris quickly fell back down on his butt and took the controller back because Josh already queued up the next race, heart thumping.

.o.

He could get away with it exactly three more times before Chris didn’t care about his score anymore and really wanted to get out – only that he couldn’t.

“Why’s it locked? Where’s the key, dude?”

Josh could feel the tips of his ears burning even as he affected cool negligence. He leaned back and shrugged his shoulders, watching how Chris shifted his weight uneasily from one foot to the other. It was giving him excited tingles in his belly and he hoped Chris didn’t see how he loved seeing his friend’s unease.

“No idea. You know my sisters think it’s funny to lock the door on us. Just wait until they get cold feet.”

Chris flushed a little. He looked nervous and unhappy but he nodded and stiffly sat back down. Josh could feel his balls throb as he watched how very carefully Chris sat down.

It only took another fifteen minutes until Chris stood back up again and tried the door once more, frustration in every line of his body.

“Fuck, dude, I gotta piss like a horse,” he whined, hands flexing into fists.

“Sorry, man. That sucks.”

Josh could feel his mouth dropping open a little as he saw Chris honest-to-god reach into his crotch and pressing his hands against his dick like that would make the desperation ease off.

“Come and play. To get your mind off it, okay?” He patted the ground next to him. There was no carpet where they were sitting and Josh wondered whether Chris had even noticed him dragging it and the low table to the side to make more room for them – for what he had planned.

Chris nodded, a fine sheen of perspiration on his upper lip, and sat back down.

He managed another half-hour, knees bouncing increasingly fast, and a little, desperate song whispered under his breath, until he suddenly threw the controller down halfway through the lap they were doing and jumped up.

The door was still locked and Josh watched with wide eyes and mouth hanging open as Chris started banging on it with one hand, while the other one was jammed between his thighs. He looked almost endearingly innocent like that and Josh’s own hand started creeping into his lap, slithering beneath the elastic band of his pants.

“Josh. Josh, I can’t hold it anymore, dude. Fuck.”

“I’m sorry,” Josh said slowly, watching as Chris wiggled from one foot to the other. He was hunched over a little, hands against his abdomen and face red with the strain to hold on. “I don’t have anything for you to…y’know….”

And then, as if he had just thought of it, he quickly got up. “I could give you clothes of mine, you know. You could just… uh… let nature take it’s course and I’d give you some?”

Chris’ face scrunched up in disbelief, the denial obviously on his lips – only that Josh ‘stumbled’ and fell into him, and the sudden shift of attention from holding his bladder to sticking his arms out and catching his best friend, made him loose it after all.

Josh could see the exact moment Chris realized what was happening – the way his face just fell and his eyes went big, mouth dropping open in an ‘o’ of surprise, then closing as he dug his teeth into his lower lip in something that looked surprisingly chagrined and relieved at the same time.

For his part, Josh could only stare as Chris pissed himself; how he even shuffled his feet apart a little bit in order to strengthen his stance as he let go of all the lemonade Josh had been filling him up with. He felt like Chris was even bending a little in his knees for it; almost squatting like a girl as it streamed out of him and formed a quickly growing puddle between his feet.

“Oh god,” Chris groaned half way through, and Josh couldn’t believe how hot all of this was. Couldn’t help but reach for his cock and give it an almost vicious squeeze. “This is so… I’m so fucking sorry, dude,” Chris said – sobbed, and Josh felt a little bad for it, only that he loved seeing this. Seeing how distressed and humiliated Chris was.

He would come clean with his whole plan. Later. Chris would understand it. Maybe even like it? But for the time being…

“No problem, Cochise…” he whispered, fingers jerking his cock, and coming as he saw how Chris noticed and understanding filled his face.

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replied to your post “so I’ve been thinking a bit about watersports and bladder desperation……”

Peter agreeing that, for one day, he won’t do anything that he doesn’t have permission from Chris for. Only he never thought Chris would keep refusing him when he asks permission to go to the bathroom. It eventually gets too much, and Peter never expected to be so turned on by the humiliation he feels from wetting himself.

Anonymous said: “

What about if Peter was captured by hunters and held for hours, and when Chris arrives and saves him its just in time to see him completely lose control over his bladder. Peter would of course be mortified, especially about how good it felt, but Chris would reassure him its okay and actually hot. Maybe it starts them trying it out at home, like role-playing the big bad hunter and little wolf.”

Chris could’ve gone in there hours ago. The Bachman brothers weren’t really renown for their observation skills – which made it all the funnier that they managed to down Peter and truss him up like a pretty little package – and he’d been sitting comfortably in the branches of a tree watching the story unfold without anybody being the wiser.

The brothers were occupied with Peter and his situation and Peter was occupied… also with Peter and his situation (which wasn’t exactly news to Chris), so nobody was paying any attention to what was going on around them. The only interesting part was in fact… Peter’s situation.

Chris hadn’t been there from the beginning so it had not been too clear what exactly was going on, but it only took a few minutes to figure out what the problem was; at which point Chris decided to sit back and enjoy, because the thought of seeing Peter disgrace himself was making him strangely excited in ways he hadn’t thought possible.

“Are you puppy trained, little boy?” one of the brothers jeered in a babying voice that would have been grating in any other situation but right here right now, talking to this particular man was making it harder for Chris to properly sit on the branch he chose because he needed to spread his legs and give his cock some room to breathe in the tightness of his pants.

Peter had gone very quiet – a very promising sign indeed – and was just glowering up at them. It was too dark to properly see the color of his face, but it was strangely shiny and Chris thought Hale had to be sweating bullets by now.

It couldn’t take much longer. It just couldn’t.

There was a slight movement to the bound wolf’s hips and all three hunters zeroed in on it with glee.

“Fuck. Look, he’s starting ‘the dance’. Oh my god, I can’t believe we’re getting to see this. Oh god, can you imagine? I need to take pictures, fuck!” but he wasn’t moving and Peter had stopped immediately with the sneaky little rocking motions.

This time, Chris thought his face had really gone darker with humiliation. He could feel a drop of pre-cum tickling the tip of his dick before it got soaked up by the fabric of his underwear.

One of them bend down and seized the hem of Peter’s shirt, lifting it up over his belly despite the very audible, constant growl of their prey.

Chris let himself down from the tree, making sure to make no sound – not that anybody would have noticed him after the excited shout of “He looks fucking pregnant! What the hell did you drink, Hale? God damn…”

Chris slowly walked over – sauntered, really – as the other one lifted his foot (”C’mon I don’t wanna wait any longer.”), and the air seemed to freeze with anticipation as Peter’s eyes filled with horror and alarm as he realized what was about to happen.

Chris, too was unable to move, mouth going dry and fingers curling into helpless fists as the foot came down slowly, almost gently as it pressed against the little, hard swell on Peter’s abdomen.

There was a whine and forced panting – Peter trying to hold off against the pressure – and then mingled shouts – one of sobbing relief and anger, the other two of surprised joy, as Peter had to let go.

Chris listened to him groan as he pissed his designer jeans, eyes riveted on the dark spot quickly spreading until the fabric couldn’t soak up any more urine – and when Peter got turned on his back and had to lie uncomfortably on his bound hands, the three hunters were treated to the sight of his piss arcing up in a thick, small arc through the saturated jeans, noisily splashing down back into Peter’s lap.

Peter’s eyes were closed tight against the humiliation, teeth dug into his lower lip as he couldn’t stop what was happening; couldn’t help but piss himself like the dog he was…

…couldn’t notice Chris almost casually walking up behind the Bachman brothers and clanging their heads together as they gawked and stood, totally forgetting to take their pictures.

All that was left in the aftermath were two bodies lying unconscious on the forest floor and two men with bulging pants – because Chris couldn’t fail to notice how Peter’s cock didn’t seem as ashamed as its master seemed to be; having fattened up in the cozy warmth of the little puddle of piss in Peter’s lap.

“Bad boy, Peter,” Chris rasped and thought his grin might’ve been a little lunatic when Peter’s eyes snapped open and he stared at Chris in abject horror. “I think we’ll have to potty train you, hm?”

And to his utter delight, the bulge in Peter’s wet pants gave a promising jerk.

For the small prompts if you’re still doing it? How about Harry Hart training his sweet virgin candidate Eggsy for future honeypot missions, full of both rimming and hole spanking? Maybe even some humiliation kink if you’d like. Or even some praising? Telling Eggsy how good he is, how good he will be for all those unsuspecting marks in the future? Hope this helps! <3

“Fu-”

The fingers were pressing down harder onto his prostate in warning and Eggsy just about managed to stop the expletive with another one. “Bollocks!” he positively screamed, head falling down and drops of sweat flinging from the ends of his hair.

“I need… I need…” He hunched his hips into the movements of the relentless, patient fingers inside of him. He felt like he needed to… to take a dump or something? No. The feeling was insistent and right there in his belly; behind his pelvis. A pressure that has been increasing steadily until it was nigh unbearable. His balls were hurting and his cock felt like an overstuffed, hot sausage. He wanted to touch it but Harry was keeping him on his toes – pressing enough from behind that he had to actively brace himself, fingers digging violently at the floor.

“Harry, I need-”

“Hold on. Not yet.”

Eggsy felt like crying. His face felt hot and his muscles were trembling from exertion. He wasn’t even feeling horrified anymore – well, maybe a bit – at Harry simply rolling up the sleeve of his primly pressed dress shirt and telling him to drop on all fours. That his “… let us call it stamina is surprisingly abysmal, dear boy. And I feel like having you drop out of the training at this point just because of a lack of experience in the more carnal activities, feels like a dreadful waste of time and disservice to all of us.”

There already was a little puddle of cum on the floor beneath him and he was sure, absolutely certain that there wasn’t any more left in his poor, throbbing balls. Only that he also felt certain that he had to come within the next minute or he was going to go insane.

His prostate was suddenly a constant presence of which he was very aware. He was sure he’d never forget it again – that swollen gland that Harry had been manipulating with clever, long fingers. (He felt like he’d be able to find it again later; in the silence of the barracks he slept with everybody else when the others had already gone to sleep.)

Harry was, as always, infuriatingly calm.

“You are doing so very well. You are a fast learner, just like your father…”

And fuck him if having his father brought up in this situation – the man who had trained him fingering him deep and well – wasn’t making him even hotter; blood boiling and belly tickling with a strange, bubbling sensation that felt like pride and lust all mixed up.

“Sssshhh,” Harry soothed and one hand was gently rubbing along Eggsy’s sweaty back. He hadn’t even realized he was making sounds – a low, desperate keening that sounded so strained and forlorn, he nearly had pity on himself.

His knees were bending, hips bopping up and down. He hadn’t been able to stay on his knees for long; soon after Harry had begun circling his prostate with sure, even strokes, he’d gone up on the balls of his feet, unable to stay still for more than a second.

He could see Harry watching him in the mirror’s in front and to the side of them and he was sure he looked stupid as hell; face red and ass bouncing in the air, trying to fuck fingers that stayed lodged deeply; just tickling him with cruel accuracy from the inside. Eggsy wasn’t even properly getting fucked and he still had come like a train for Harry, and it was embarrassing and making him aggressive – but he didn’t have a breath to articulate it because he was making that fuckstupid bollocks keening sound.

Harry didn’t look put out with it. He simply watched with a poker face – maybe there was a light dampening of sweat around his hairline – and kept fingering Eggsy; milking him….

…and telling him he still had to hold on. Still had to stay put where he was and wait for Harry’s sign.

He could see his dick when he turned his head and looked in the mirror next to them. It was there below his belly, bouncing with him and looking red and chubby and like it hurt – because it did.

And suddenly there was Harry’s voice “Now.”, and his fingers were gone and nothing at all was touching him, and Eggsy could feel something tickling his cheeks as he screamed with a hoarse voice, tendons in his neck standing out as he came one last time.

(Later he realized he’d begun to bawl like a little kid; much, much later when he saw himself on the video feed they kept for a keepsake.)

It felt like he had to come in streams and streams, but in reality just a few watery-clear dribbles were bubbling from the tip of his swollen cock before his shaking muscles finally gave out and he sank to the floor, turning on his side and curling into a tight, shivering ball gasping for breath.

He could feel Harry’s soothing hand slowly petting his drenched hair and then down his side.

“Good boy,” he said and fuck if Eggsy didn’t feel another twitch in his plump, poor cock.

Really want fat Erica to dominate those boys with her thick thighs and wide hips, make them beg and plead just to touch her soft curvy body

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Re: Erica – I love both her playing as a brat and her domming someone like Derek. What about her making him tend to her like a house pet or slave?”

ooohhh Derek would be such a good house boy for fat!Erica! he’d be so earnest and try so hard.

Yes, he does tend to just stand there and ogle her with an open mouth and a boner tenting his jockstrap when she stands in her bedroom and holds outfits in front of her body, idly trying to decide what she wants to look gorgeous in that day; or when she works out and her whole body is just moving and he wants to bury his face and hands (and that little unruly dick) in her, because he’s still an Alpha and she’s still his Beta and sometimes he thinks he could provide for her and make the decisions instead the other way round.

It’s because of that that she sometimes goes weeks without letting him fuck her – which is to say that she will definitely make love to herself. She’ll even let him watch when she lies on the bed and plays with herself.

Maybe on her side so he can see how thick her chubby thighs are like that and how her body fat jiggles when she really gets into it; really fucks herself on one of her toys from behind. Face open and blissful as she groans and squeezes down on it. Every now and then she’ll peek at him and see him sitting there a big wet spot on the front of his sweatpants, nipples tiny and tight, his whole body so ready but he’s not allowed anything other than to sit and watch.

When she does let him mount her, she makes sure he knows who’s in charge. Her sharp fangs always at his throat, her claws at his quivering sides as he jerks and thrusts, face sweaty and so concentrated because he wants this to last; how he can feel her soft belly pressing against his; her chubby, strong thighs against his sides.

Only it never lasts long. Never. He’s just too excited the poor boy. Too excited and too pent up.

So I’ve been seeing the concubineDerek prompts, and I just have this image of him acting so shy and virginal under sheer robes that show off his body, but everyone knows he’s the best lay in the brothel even though he’s super picky as to who he picks as partners because he’s always left not completely satisfied. Then Sheriff walks in and Derek decided to give it a try, thinking that the Sheriff is gonna be all soft and sweet with him. Then Derek gets the best lay of his life with rimming and ugh

*claws at face* yaaaasssssssss

like Derek is probably in a melancholy mood or something and just has pity on that poor older man that comes in and looks around like he’s so mortified to be in this place. Like he can’t fathom why he’s there.

When Derek walks to him and sits very close with his knees together and his shoulders a little pulled up – looking so vulnerable – the Sheriff does his best not to stare at the wares on display. How Derek’s dark cock is just there; thick and limp, swinging gently between his built thighs when he walks and lying against them when he sits. It just looks so tasty.

So Derek takes him up into his room and is prepared to shut off the light and do his breathiest little moans so the guy can pretend he’s a little lady (cause he figures he isn’t out or something)

but then he kind of forgets to shut off the light because the guy has sunken to his knees and is pressing his face into Derek’s groin; taking deep inhales of the scent of his dick and scrabbles with the flimsy little garment to ruck it up so he can rub his cheek against Derek’s dark pubic hair.

And then he gets turned around by big, sure hands on his hips, and he’s just so flabbergasted by it all – goes with it and lets himself get handled; braces himself against the door he just walked through because his cheeks get thumbed apart and then there’s the guy’s breath again. Warm and intrusive tickling against his crack seconds before he feels a sure tongue dragging across his hole.

(At which point he forgets how he purposefully wanted to make breathy, little moans and just does them anyway. High and embarrassing as he goes on his tip toes and angles his ass out for the deep, intimate tonguing he’s receiving.)

There’s one large hand on his balls, cupping and squeezing them lovingly, and the other hand is still holding him open, just about managing to tickle his cunt with a thumb until he finally reaches back and spreads himself open for his customer, face and chest mashed against the door now and not caring one bit because now the tongue is joined by a thick, blunt finger that seems determined to find his ripe, unsatisfied prostate.

I had a thought. LittleMermaid!Lydia, seducing Prince Derek (or Prince Chris? Scott? PRINCESS ERICA?) but utterly confused about how her new human parts work. When she finds out about dicks, she’s like ‘nope are you insane that would never fit’. It takes a lot of coaxing. A LOT of careful, gentle fingering. Possibly a lot of shivery orgasms just from rubbing her little clit for her to even CONSIDER letting them put something in her.

oh. oh yes. oooohhhhhhh yyyeeessss.

Lydia is so infatuated with Princess Erica; she follows her everywhere like a puppy; wide eyed and curious and so unselfconscious, even when she can’t get her legs to work sometimes and just stumbles around.

So when Erica lies her out on her large, ornate bed the first time to flip her skirt up and slowly drag her tongue along the pretty gash of her brand-new cunt, Lydia is all for it.

Especially when Princess Erica starts suckling at that little nub at the top that makes her curl her new toes and make her belly cramp in the best way possible.

She loves it when Erica rubs and touches her legs and licks at her toes. She loves getting her tits fondled and is more than willing to reciprocate and angle her leg so Erica can rub off against her knee, her face buried between Erica’s tits, deliriously sucking on her nipples and skin; anything she can get her wet, little mouth on.

When Erica shows her a toy cock, though – oh no, no, no. Not that. That thing looks like it’s a weapon. She will not put that in that cute, little gash between her legs.

Erica shows her a real one as well – gets one of the servants up into her room and lovingly strokes his cock until it’s big and needy for them; so silky and warm first between her fingers and then between her thighs, filling her up with fast, little rabbit thrusts just so she can show Lydia how well it can fit.

And Lydia is entranced, but she’s also not sure. She puts her head right up to the action (and Erica suspects she licked a little at the poor servant boy’s balls, because he shot off so fast, it’s laughable), but she’s still so skittish about it.

Erica needs to put a whole day aside, in which she barred her rooms to any business whatsoever; just so she can coax Lydia into letting her fuck her with a pretty, little cock.

Just spends hours stretching her out slow and gentle; fingers slippery and Lydia’s red hair all over the place as she’s doggy-panting through her orgasm and gets glassy eyed from them. At some point they need to have a break because Lydia is starting to get hysteric when Erica so much as breathes at the sloppy, swollen mess of her little cunt, but eventually she’ll get hungry for it again and spread her new legs wide and show off what she has to offer.

Suffice to say when Erica finally starts carefully fucking her on the little cock, Lydia doesn’t even realize at first that it is happening.

Allison wanting her dad and her boyfriend to just fucking get along, so stripping down and getting her dad to eat her out while her boyfriend rims her until she is sobbing with how good it feels. She ends up having to do this every time she has to introduce a new boyfriend. Bonus points if Chris always makes sure to fill her ass with his cum before the boyfriend arrives and telling Allison to keep it all in until she cums.

“Daddy, you – “ Allison interrupts herself with a low, grunting groan. She slides her hands further forward, bracing herself anew, and curves her back down to open her anus farther up for the deep, almost leisurely thrusts of her father. She can feel him warm in her belly; her rim already feeling swollen and burning slightly from how long he’s been fucking her ass. “You need to finish, he’s coming soon,” she finally whines.

She shakes her head and flicks her hair out of her face.

“Sure, princess,” he answers but when she looks back over her shoulder, he is looking down to where he’s fucking his daughter; probably enraptured by the sight of her bulging rim whenever he slowly pulls out.

“Daddyyy,” Allison whines and bears down – tries to force him out so she can start getting ready for her newest boyfriend.

Chris only clacks his tongue and holds her down with one hand on her shoulder and the other on the back of her head. He presses her down onto the ground and really mounts her – fucking her until she wails.

.o.

Andrew doesn’t even hesitate when she cautiously opens up her well fucked ass and lets her daddy’s cum run out onto his tongue. He’s proven to be refreshingly open to all her suggestions and hadn’t even mentioned how ruined and sloppy her ass already looked – obviously well used not too long ago.

He merely grunted and started lapping the mess up, his wet chin bumping into her daddy’s balls every now and then as she got her cunt filled at the same time she got her ass cleaned out with eager swipes of a wet, warm tongue.

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Fuck yes!!! Eating him out till he’s a sobbing mess and leaving him without letting him come…

He probably fondles him, too. Big hand rolling Derek’s balls and squeezing his cock while he sucks lewd kisses into his perineum and hole; listening to Derek’s voice getting high and girly, more desperate the closer he gets to coming.

“Yeah, you’re a little slut. Screaming for cock, aren’t you? I knew it as soon as I saw you when I came to raze your family to the ground. Standing in your rooms with your tits already on display…”

And it didn’t matter how often Derek swore up and down that he was just in the process of changing when the warlord barged into his private chambers.

“You should be grateful that I still chose you and your sloppy hole. Could’ve had any of your sweet virgin sisters instead. But I got you, because I knew what a good lay you’d be. And you’re not disappointing, are ya?”

He pets Derek’s flank like he’s a horse and then sits up on his knees, hand curling around his thick, heavy cock and stripping it with sharp, almost punishing movements, lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarling grin as he stares at the wet gape of Derek’s hole. Spit slick and only for him.

He’ll get it even more sticky when he cums all over it; thick cream matting the dark hair in the boy’s crack. He gives him another parting slap on the ass, then rolls out of bed and leaves his whore like that – wanting and with his ass up and soiled in the air.

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Yesss now I’m imagining dark warlord sheriff doing something similarly wicked to slave Derek.

ooooh god yeah. He wouldn’t be as nice about it, though.

“Hold them open, little whore. Show me your secret place.” There was enough amusement in his voice to let Derek know exactly how ‘secret’ he thought it was. Big, rough hands seized his wrists and pulled them roughly back until his shoulders hurt, showing him exactly where he wanted them.

Derek’s face was burning and he was glad that he could at least hide it in the bed like this. He wished he would just die of embarrassment and get this ordeal over with. The warlord was hunkering on the bed behind him, and his gaze was like a physical thing on his body.

“Get that hole spread, boy! Get to it!” The rough command was accompanied by a companionable – stinging – slap to Derek’s thigh. The beast seemed to be in as good a mood as any, though the way he expressed it still was a far cry gone from gentle.

Derek let out a mortified, little moan as he seized his cheeks and pulled them apart with trembling fingers. Heat of humiliation washed through him from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair as he felt not only the eager gaze of his master, but also the cool air of the room tickling his opening.

“Gorgeous. I bet you always were the belle of the ball in your family’s home, weren’t you?” Stilinski positively cooed and Derek couldn’t even begin to tell him again about how he had not –

when he felt those big killer hands on his own – helping him spread and disgrace himself further for a warm puff of air across his twitching hole and then the warm, intrusive touch of…

It’s his tongue. It’s his tongue, he thought with utter mortification, not hearing the horrible sounds he was making. High and loud and greedy as he felt a by now familiar warmth and heaviness start gathering in his groin.

God, not now, he thought blearily but his toes were tingling and his entire being seemed to be concentrated on where an eager, broad tongue was lapping at him like a dog.