Fic - Well Hung (Hookerverse)
TITLE: Well Hung
AUTHOR: m31andy
FANDOM: Life on Mars
SUMMARY: Another day, another dollar.
RATING: Green Cortina for suggested kink.
WORD COUNT: 355 words
EMAIL: fiandyfic@livejournal.com
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Aha, look what I found skulking in my WIP folder. Part of the Hookerverse, one of the "deleted scenes". Dedicated to duckyone because as much as she protests, we all know that all porn is her fault! With thanks, as usual, to darthfi for the beta.
DISCLAIMER: Life on Mars is copyright Kudos and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Well Hung
It was not a usual job and Sam was grateful for that. He'd even been given something that approximated to a choice in the matter. One night with the client and a week off. Sam finally realised he should've been more careful. The way things were going he was going to need that week as recovery time.
Not that things were so bad, so far. Yes the leather cuffs, chained to a hook in the ceiling were chafing slightly, and the ankle cuffs, attached to a spreader bar were humiliating as they spread him wide for everyone to see. But Sam had seen, before he was summarily blindfolded, the array of 'equipment' spread out on a table to one side.
Yet, by this time, nothing much had happened. The cool air tickled his naked skin, but everything else was quiet and still. There had been activity, off to one side, earlier. Voices, still too low for Sam to make out; scraping sounds; a few grunts and groans.
And now footfalls around him, unseen as they were, startled him. But he remained untouched.
After another length of time, something finally happened. A hand stroked his cock, up and down, and Sam jerked in his bonds. A low voice, still obviously female, chuckled in his ear.
"Just relax and enjoy this, honey," she said and kissed him on the lips.
Some kind of gag was put in place a moment later as was something restrictive around Sam's now-hard cock. A band of leather around his neck seemed to complete the ensemble as the hands withdrew.
Now the silence was broken by the loud hum of voices. Lots of voices, clinking glass, braying laughter as the army of unseen circled round him, always keeping their distance. Sam tried to pick out individual voices, see if he could work out what was going on, but the cacophony was too great, the noise too disorientating.
Someone clapped, loud, and the voices faded to an uneasy silence.
And, out of that silence, that same husky female voice sounded loud and clear.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to Anita Benson-Smith's first installation!"
fin
AUTHOR: m31andy
FANDOM: Life on Mars
SUMMARY: Another day, another dollar.
RATING: Green Cortina for suggested kink.
WORD COUNT: 355 words
EMAIL: fiandyfic@livejournal.com
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Aha, look what I found skulking in my WIP folder. Part of the Hookerverse, one of the "deleted scenes". Dedicated to duckyone because as much as she protests, we all know that all porn is her fault! With thanks, as usual, to darthfi for the beta.
DISCLAIMER: Life on Mars is copyright Kudos and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Well Hung
It was not a usual job and Sam was grateful for that. He'd even been given something that approximated to a choice in the matter. One night with the client and a week off. Sam finally realised he should've been more careful. The way things were going he was going to need that week as recovery time.
Not that things were so bad, so far. Yes the leather cuffs, chained to a hook in the ceiling were chafing slightly, and the ankle cuffs, attached to a spreader bar were humiliating as they spread him wide for everyone to see. But Sam had seen, before he was summarily blindfolded, the array of 'equipment' spread out on a table to one side.
Yet, by this time, nothing much had happened. The cool air tickled his naked skin, but everything else was quiet and still. There had been activity, off to one side, earlier. Voices, still too low for Sam to make out; scraping sounds; a few grunts and groans.
And now footfalls around him, unseen as they were, startled him. But he remained untouched.
After another length of time, something finally happened. A hand stroked his cock, up and down, and Sam jerked in his bonds. A low voice, still obviously female, chuckled in his ear.
"Just relax and enjoy this, honey," she said and kissed him on the lips.
Some kind of gag was put in place a moment later as was something restrictive around Sam's now-hard cock. A band of leather around his neck seemed to complete the ensemble as the hands withdrew.
Now the silence was broken by the loud hum of voices. Lots of voices, clinking glass, braying laughter as the army of unseen circled round him, always keeping their distance. Sam tried to pick out individual voices, see if he could work out what was going on, but the cacophony was too great, the noise too disorientating.
Someone clapped, loud, and the voices faded to an uneasy silence.
And, out of that silence, that same husky female voice sounded loud and clear.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to Anita Benson-Smith's first installation!"
fin