Primeval comment porn
Well, after my little porn party earlier (please feel free to come and play; more stuff has been shared and there's still space for more!) I thought I'd post a little round up of some comment porns I've posted on Primeval Denial. Various pairings, various kinks, all short.
Connor turned around in surprise as Becker stepped into the shower behind him. Becker crowded Connor against the tiled wall and looked his body up and down. Connor shivered under the hungry gaze despite the hot water still flowing over him. Becker braced a strong arm against the wall next to Connor's head, leaning in close but not actually touching him. Then Becker took hold of his own cock and began to pump himself quickly. Connor stood stock still and was transfixed by Becker's intense gaze; the eye contact not wavering. Connor stared as Becker's face started to change, betraying his pleasure and his breath started to come in pants. Connor finally tore his eyes away from Becker's and looked down to the other man's furiously moving hand in time to watch come spurt from Becker's cock and onto Connor's stomach. Becker's hand squeezed over his cock a few more times before the soldier straightened, grinned at Connor and left the shower, Connor staring wordlessly after him as the water washed all traces away.
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Ryan winced as the hand knotted tighter in his hair and tried to open his throat to accommodate the hard, thick cock being shoved down it. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears still leaking from them from the lashing he had received moments before. Ryan remained still and unresisting as his mouth was fucked, his own cock half-hard and heavy on his thigh. Hot come spilled down his throat and he swallowed, licking and sucking until the softening dick was pulled from his mouth.
"What do you have to say?"
"Thank you," Ryan replied.
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Lester stroked Becker's hair as the soldier knelt at his feet.
"You have been a very good slave for me so far, but there is still so much for you to do for me."
Lester stood and motioned for Becker to follow him as he led the way to the bathroom. Lester stood in front of the toilet and indicated to his trousers.
"Do it for me. No, on your knees."
Becker swallowed and dropped to the floor at his side. He unzipped Lester's trousers and slipped his cock out from the confines of his clothes. He felt the weight, comforting in his hands. He held it steady, at eye level while Lester released a stream of piss into the bowl.
Becker waited until he had finished and then shook it gently. He looked up at Lester with pleading eyes. Lester nodded and Becker's eyes lit up as Lester turned towards him and fed his cock into Becker's waiting mouth.
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Connor sat, frozen in his chair. Becker leaned over him, supporting himself with a hand on each arm rest, effectively pinning Connor to the chair. Becker was whispering a litany of filth in Connor's ear, explaining in detail what he would do to the other man if they were alone and naked. Connor's cock was hard and aching in his trousers and his breath was shallow. He could feel his pulse quickening and his eyes blurring. Becker was reaching the climax of his graphic descriptions and with a smirk reached one hand down and gave Connor's cock a squeeze through the thin material of his trousers.
With the combination of Becker so close and the words in his ears and the images in his head it was all he needed and with a strangled gasp his hips thrust up and he came, quickly turning his underwear and trousers into a sticky mess.
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"I'm going to fucking kill you." Ryan tugged ineffectually at his bonds.
Stephen grinned up at him. "No you're not," and he licked another long stripe up Ryan's hard and leaking cock before once again thrusting his fingers into Ryan's come-soaked hole, the soldier still deprived of his own orgasm.
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Stephen was bent over on the sofa, knees planted in the cushions, chest resting on the back. His hands were tied behind him and a cock ring was tight around the base of his red and straining erection. A curved butt plug poked out of his arse, delivering pleasure/pain sensations direct to his prostate as it vibrated. Stephen begged for release and Ryan sat and watched him, lazily stroking himself, preparing to take himself to his third orgasm of the day deep in Stephens arse soon. Stephen had yet to come once. As Stephen begged again Ryan leaned over and whispered in his ear "revenge is a bitch, sweetheart."
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"Still trying to make out you don't want it?"
Connor whimpered as Ryan forced him back against the wall and pressed his body close.
"I don't. I don't want it." He held his voice as steady as he could. But Ryan just pressed closer. One of his large hands came up to Connor's face, hooking under his chin and holding his face straight. Connor looked Ryan in the eyes and swallowed before, suddenly, Ryan's mouth was on his, tongue forcing itself into his mouth. Connor tried to turn his head, but it was held fast. Ryan's only response was to kiss him harder and press the heel of his hand against Connor's windpipe. Connor gasped at the sensation, his terror suddenly about more than just what Ryan wanted from his body.
Then Ryan's other hand was low between his legs, cupping his balls and squeezing, before moving up to grip his cock. Connor whimpered again as Ryan squeezed once more before starting to firmly stroke connor's cock through his trousers. To his shame, against the onslaught of Ryan's mouth, the pressure on his throat and the hand working his cock, he started to harden. Connor felt Ryan huff a self-satisfied laugh into his mouth and his shame increased.
He stood, powerless, pressed against the wall as Ryan continued his assault on his body and he couldn't help but moan as he felt his orgasm grow from the pit of his stomach and he found himself helplessly rutting against Ryan's hand until he came, spilling himself into his underwear.
Ryan squeezed him one final time before removing both his hands and his mouth. Connor stared at him, knowing what a state he must look, while Ryan grinned at him and licked his lips.
"When you decide you want more of the same, be back here this time tomorrow. " And with that Connor was alone again. And he knew he'd be back tomorrow, just as he had been each day this week.
Connor turned around in surprise as Becker stepped into the shower behind him. Becker crowded Connor against the tiled wall and looked his body up and down. Connor shivered under the hungry gaze despite the hot water still flowing over him. Becker braced a strong arm against the wall next to Connor's head, leaning in close but not actually touching him. Then Becker took hold of his own cock and began to pump himself quickly. Connor stood stock still and was transfixed by Becker's intense gaze; the eye contact not wavering. Connor stared as Becker's face started to change, betraying his pleasure and his breath started to come in pants. Connor finally tore his eyes away from Becker's and looked down to the other man's furiously moving hand in time to watch come spurt from Becker's cock and onto Connor's stomach. Becker's hand squeezed over his cock a few more times before the soldier straightened, grinned at Connor and left the shower, Connor staring wordlessly after him as the water washed all traces away.
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Ryan winced as the hand knotted tighter in his hair and tried to open his throat to accommodate the hard, thick cock being shoved down it. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears still leaking from them from the lashing he had received moments before. Ryan remained still and unresisting as his mouth was fucked, his own cock half-hard and heavy on his thigh. Hot come spilled down his throat and he swallowed, licking and sucking until the softening dick was pulled from his mouth.
"What do you have to say?"
"Thank you," Ryan replied.
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Lester stroked Becker's hair as the soldier knelt at his feet.
"You have been a very good slave for me so far, but there is still so much for you to do for me."
Lester stood and motioned for Becker to follow him as he led the way to the bathroom. Lester stood in front of the toilet and indicated to his trousers.
"Do it for me. No, on your knees."
Becker swallowed and dropped to the floor at his side. He unzipped Lester's trousers and slipped his cock out from the confines of his clothes. He felt the weight, comforting in his hands. He held it steady, at eye level while Lester released a stream of piss into the bowl.
Becker waited until he had finished and then shook it gently. He looked up at Lester with pleading eyes. Lester nodded and Becker's eyes lit up as Lester turned towards him and fed his cock into Becker's waiting mouth.
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Connor sat, frozen in his chair. Becker leaned over him, supporting himself with a hand on each arm rest, effectively pinning Connor to the chair. Becker was whispering a litany of filth in Connor's ear, explaining in detail what he would do to the other man if they were alone and naked. Connor's cock was hard and aching in his trousers and his breath was shallow. He could feel his pulse quickening and his eyes blurring. Becker was reaching the climax of his graphic descriptions and with a smirk reached one hand down and gave Connor's cock a squeeze through the thin material of his trousers.
With the combination of Becker so close and the words in his ears and the images in his head it was all he needed and with a strangled gasp his hips thrust up and he came, quickly turning his underwear and trousers into a sticky mess.
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"I'm going to fucking kill you." Ryan tugged ineffectually at his bonds.
Stephen grinned up at him. "No you're not," and he licked another long stripe up Ryan's hard and leaking cock before once again thrusting his fingers into Ryan's come-soaked hole, the soldier still deprived of his own orgasm.
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Stephen was bent over on the sofa, knees planted in the cushions, chest resting on the back. His hands were tied behind him and a cock ring was tight around the base of his red and straining erection. A curved butt plug poked out of his arse, delivering pleasure/pain sensations direct to his prostate as it vibrated. Stephen begged for release and Ryan sat and watched him, lazily stroking himself, preparing to take himself to his third orgasm of the day deep in Stephens arse soon. Stephen had yet to come once. As Stephen begged again Ryan leaned over and whispered in his ear "revenge is a bitch, sweetheart."
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"Still trying to make out you don't want it?"
Connor whimpered as Ryan forced him back against the wall and pressed his body close.
"I don't. I don't want it." He held his voice as steady as he could. But Ryan just pressed closer. One of his large hands came up to Connor's face, hooking under his chin and holding his face straight. Connor looked Ryan in the eyes and swallowed before, suddenly, Ryan's mouth was on his, tongue forcing itself into his mouth. Connor tried to turn his head, but it was held fast. Ryan's only response was to kiss him harder and press the heel of his hand against Connor's windpipe. Connor gasped at the sensation, his terror suddenly about more than just what Ryan wanted from his body.
Then Ryan's other hand was low between his legs, cupping his balls and squeezing, before moving up to grip his cock. Connor whimpered again as Ryan squeezed once more before starting to firmly stroke connor's cock through his trousers. To his shame, against the onslaught of Ryan's mouth, the pressure on his throat and the hand working his cock, he started to harden. Connor felt Ryan huff a self-satisfied laugh into his mouth and his shame increased.
He stood, powerless, pressed against the wall as Ryan continued his assault on his body and he couldn't help but moan as he felt his orgasm grow from the pit of his stomach and he found himself helplessly rutting against Ryan's hand until he came, spilling himself into his underwear.
Ryan squeezed him one final time before removing both his hands and his mouth. Connor stared at him, knowing what a state he must look, while Ryan grinned at him and licked his lips.
"When you decide you want more of the same, be back here this time tomorrow. " And with that Connor was alone again. And he knew he'd be back tomorrow, just as he had been each day this week.