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Bane/John Blake
anonymous
July 27 2012, 20:51:01 UTC
I don't care how or why this situation comes to be, but all I want in the world is Bane on his back, with John riding his cock and trying not to come. Maybe Bane tells him "make me come before you do". bonus for John having to take it slow at first cause Bane has a huge cock and he's completely on the edge of coming the whole time. also bonus for barebacking and emphasis on size kink - Bane is huge and powerful but he's letting John do all the work hnnngh. Also consensual please! Sorry for the specific prompt, I've just got this perfect image in my head, haha.
Bane sounds surprised to find him here, even though this night has been scheduled for weeks, and John has already demonstrated his utter inability to say no to him. It was Bane's summons that brought him here the first time, Bane's territory without a single man of backup for John to rely upon, and Bane's fingers that opened John's mouth so that he could look inside like a man inspecting the workings of a machine.
Now John is sitting in a long-abandoned warehouse in a bad part of town, stripped completely naked and waiting, shivering in his skin, because these are Bane's terms. The reward-- information, John, a raid by a man I do not wish to see succeed-- means nothing by now; it's enough that he was ordered to come here, to fold his slacks and his shirt and his underclothing and stack it all neatly in a corner, and to... prepare himself.
Open yourself, Bane had said, his rich resonant voice amused at John's downcast eyes. Wide open.And John's eyes are still downcast when the door opens; he catches a brief glimpse
( ... )
There is a mattress on a frame here, in the shadows; John didn't see it before, but Bane guides him over to it with one hand on the back of his neck. "Sit down," says Bane, and then he strips; his enormous coat, his vest, his boots, his trousers all pile on the floor, haphazard in stark contrast to the neatly folded cloth by the door. John seats himself on the edge, though his carefully prepared asshole is sensitive, and tries not to shift on the hard mattress.
It was no mean feat for him to prepare himself for this. He is still inexperienced with men; he only recalls a few instances of experimentation, lonesome nights in the boys' home looking for affection and approval, and he was not prepared for how profoundly his own fingers could affect him.
Perhaps it was the images that his mind's eye showed him while he worked, the sheen of Bane's sweat on his massive shoulders, the flexion of that mighty chest as he tilted John's head up and down, moving him at whim. He was not, to be precise, close; but he was painfully aware of a deep,
( ... )
A minute passes, and John collects himself and pushes downward again, onto the true thickness of Bane's shaft, and while it's even wider at this point at least there's no change in diameter, so he's able to ease himself down a few more inches before he draws up short, gasping.
He had thought this to be simple, straightforward: he would work himself down and ease into the act, let his ass adjust until he could bounce on Bane's cock like the whore he is making of himself, suffer through the burn of his thighs' protest until Bane erupted into him. Then, he felt sure, he would orgasm, either before Bane withdrew or after John was left alone in the warehouse to clean and dress himself; at any rate, what he had craved was not the release of orgasm, but the bulk of Bane's arms engulfing him, forcing him
( ... )
This is torture; this is unbearable. John wishes that Bane would simply take command, take responsibility for John's debauching, thrust up into him violently. Instead, this is his fate, to rise up with trembling thighs and fall down again, clear liquid seeping from his slit and dripping down onto Bane's belly with every slow, careful stroke.
Faster, says Bane, and his voice is darker, thicker with arousal. His voice shows nothing of the frantic burning siege of sensation that batters John's body; John suspects that the pleasure Bane is taking from this is mostly psychological so far. He can't imagine that Bane could be brought even this far by a few slow, tentative strokes of his cock
( ... )
It is so hard. It is a greater task than anything John has ever imagined, simply to hold himself back from orgasm for another second at a time, just to keep himself abreast of the wave that will, inevitably, break over him. He sees Bane's hand move, slightly, and he sees Bane's body shift, and he knows that Bane is about to touch him.
Bane's hand, articulate and muscular, will come over just so far, and his fingers will close around John's hip and buttock, and John will be completely undone, he cannot bear it. He cannot break. He can only beg, and beg he does, finally managing to form his pathetic mews and cries into words: fuck me, fuck me, fill me up with your cock, come on and fuck me Bane fuck me come onAnd Bane does. His thighs pull tight, his buttocks rise from the bed, and the impact of his hipbones on John's tormented ass knocks the breath out of him. Once-- twice-- John feels himself tipping, feels the footing go out from under him. It's fast and it's so brutal that John's entire body is jolted back and forth; inside him,
( ... )
Re: FILL: Untouched - Bane/John Blake, NC-17 [PART 5]
anonymous
August 4 2012, 01:49:55 UTC
OP HERE. HNNNGHG THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU ugh this is so hot, just what I was looking for. I loved it. thanks so much for filling, you are great ♥
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Bane sounds surprised to find him here, even though this night has been scheduled for weeks, and John has already demonstrated his utter inability to say no to him. It was Bane's summons that brought him here the first time, Bane's territory without a single man of backup for John to rely upon, and Bane's fingers that opened John's mouth so that he could look inside like a man inspecting the workings of a machine.
Now John is sitting in a long-abandoned warehouse in a bad part of town, stripped completely naked and waiting, shivering in his skin, because these are Bane's terms. The reward-- information, John, a raid by a man I do not wish to see succeed-- means nothing by now; it's enough that he was ordered to come here, to fold his slacks and his shirt and his underclothing and stack it all neatly in a corner, and to... prepare himself.
Open yourself, Bane had said, his rich resonant voice amused at John's downcast eyes. Wide open.And John's eyes are still downcast when the door opens; he catches a brief glimpse ( ... )
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It was no mean feat for him to prepare himself for this. He is still inexperienced with men; he only recalls a few instances of experimentation, lonesome nights in the boys' home looking for affection and approval, and he was not prepared for how profoundly his own fingers could affect him.
Perhaps it was the images that his mind's eye showed him while he worked, the sheen of Bane's sweat on his massive shoulders, the flexion of that mighty chest as he tilted John's head up and down, moving him at whim. He was not, to be precise, close; but he was painfully aware of a deep, ( ... )
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He had thought this to be simple, straightforward: he would work himself down and ease into the act, let his ass adjust until he could bounce on Bane's cock like the whore he is making of himself, suffer through the burn of his thighs' protest until Bane erupted into him. Then, he felt sure, he would orgasm, either before Bane withdrew or after John was left alone in the warehouse to clean and dress himself; at any rate, what he had craved was not the release of orgasm, but the bulk of Bane's arms engulfing him, forcing him ( ... )
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Faster, says Bane, and his voice is darker, thicker with arousal. His voice shows nothing of the frantic burning siege of sensation that batters John's body; John suspects that the pleasure Bane is taking from this is mostly psychological so far. He can't imagine that Bane could be brought even this far by a few slow, tentative strokes of his cock ( ... )
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It is so hard. It is a greater task than anything John has ever imagined, simply to hold himself back from orgasm for another second at a time, just to keep himself abreast of the wave that will, inevitably, break over him. He sees Bane's hand move, slightly, and he sees Bane's body shift, and he knows that Bane is about to touch him.
Bane's hand, articulate and muscular, will come over just so far, and his fingers will close around John's hip and buttock, and John will be completely undone, he cannot bear it. He cannot break. He can only beg, and beg he does, finally managing to form his pathetic mews and cries into words: fuck me, fuck me, fill me up with your cock, come on and fuck me Bane fuck me come onAnd Bane does. His thighs pull tight, his buttocks rise from the bed, and the impact of his hipbones on John's tormented ass knocks the breath out of him. Once-- twice-- John feels himself tipping, feels the footing go out from under him. It's fast and it's so brutal that John's entire body is jolted back and forth; inside him, ( ... )
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