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30 days of Fic

My life is too busy and I basically only wrote the last two weekends, and not much in between.  But I did 2300 words today, so that doubles my total for the month.  I’m now at 4253 for the month.  And my Pinto Big Bang pwp is now up to 12.5k or so, and we are finally through the porn… So emotional aftercare now…maybe 2k more words.

(Just keep swimming…just keep swimming…swimming, swimming…just keep…)

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

Whelp, I pretty much didn’t write anything all week, but I added about 2300 words to PBB today.  Here’s a little preview, very porny and NSFW, per usual.  We are getting into emotional stuff soon, tho.

Again, Chris’ wrists are linked, and this time they are fastened to the strap as well, which is cinched tight, dragging his wrists forward until he almost collapses off his elbows.  The chain from the nipple clamps is dragging along the leather ottoman, and Chris is arched, ass high in the air and shoulders nearly to leather.  Zach hums approval and runs his hands through Chris’ sweat soaked hair.

“I’m thinking that little butt plug probably isn’t doing anything for you anymore,” Zach says quietly, and Chris turns his head to see Zach laying out a series of plugs of increasing size and a tub of lube.  “Let’s see if we can’t fix that.”

If Chris sounded like a wanton whore while Zach was playing with his clamps, that’s nothing to the sounds he makes over the next few minutes as Zach exchanges the toy he’s been wearing all evening for the first plug from his “anal training set.”  And it feels great.  The stretch is easy and he’s so ready for this.  He’s wanted Zach all night, and now he’s sure it won’t be long.

The second plug goes in with slightly more effort, and Zach pumps Chris’ cock to help ease the stretch, until finally, after several long minutes of Chris yoga breathing and concentrating on relaxing — as oxymoronic as that sounds — Zach is able to move it in and out of Chris’ ass with ease.  Chris is moaning in pleasure again, arching into the hard press of the toy, lost in the feel of it sliding smoothly against his skin, the sound of the lube squelching as Zach pushes the toy in and out.  It’s decadent, almost luxurious.  Chris hopes this is it. Surely he’s stretched enough for Zach to fuck him in some showy, glorious way.  But Zach reaches for another, even larger plug while he rubs soothing circles on the swell of Chris’ ass.  This plug they’ve only successfully gotten into Chris once.  And he wouldn’t call the experience fun.  Chris swallows as Zach grasps it.

“Fuck, you look good.  What color are we?”

“Green.  Green, but I need you, Zach.”

“Hmmm, I need you too, baby.  I’m so hard for you again.  But I want to try for one more.  We’ve shown our guest how well you deepthroat.  I want to show him this, too.  Your hole, slick and stuffed and then gaping for me.”

Chris whimpers, trying to imagine for a moment how he must look.  He hasn’t even been aware of his surroundings for ages.  He looks around, but can’t see anyone.  They must both be standing behind him.  His face heats —again — as he imagines them both watching that huge plug breach his ass.  But his dick twitches, too.  It’s like he’s living his favorite porn.

“Christopher?”

“Green,” he says, fully aware that Zach could ask anything of him and he’d have the same answer.

“Thank you,” Zach whispers, bending down to kiss the base of Chris’ spine.  “After this one, I promise we’re done.  And I’ll fuck you so good, baby.”

Chris nods into the ottoman, no longer feeling the clamps as they rub against the leather. 

Few Words Wednesday

More porny PBB:

“Okay, baby?” he asks, one hand still cradling the back of Chris’ head, the other brushing the tears away.  Chris nods and tries to catch his breath.  Zach looks down his body.  “God you’re beautiful.  You’re being so good for me. I love how you get so hard when I’m down your throat.”  His hand holds up the remote.  “Do you think you can do it with this thing turned up?”

“Oh god.”  It’s the first thing Chris has said since they started.  And just like that, he wants it.  A bigger challenge.  More stimulation to wade through as he allows Zach to fuck him — wherever Zach wants to fuck him.  He nods, and Zach’s face softens for a moment.  

“So good,” he mumbles.  And then Chris can feel the vibration in his ass grow, push against his prostate as he clenches to stay in position.  He groans, and Zach moves forward again, resting the tip of his cock on Chris’ tongue.  “I like this,” he says, slipping the remote back into his pocket.  “Four hard cocks in the room, and I’m in complete control of three of them.”  Chris groans around Zach’s cock, and Zach takes that as a signal to continue.

It’s almost easier.  He’s so fucking distracted and turned on, his gag reflex is almost nonexistent.  Soon Zach is thrusting deep, and he’s close… so close. Chris can feel it, looks up at him as Zach sputters “fuckfuckfuck.”  And then Zach’s rhythm is faltering and his cock is pulsing in Chris’ throat and his gaze is heavy and awestruck and intense in a way that only Zach can seem to pull off.  Chris is nearly lost himself.  As his orgasm ends, Zach pulls out and milks the last drops of come on to Chris’ lips as they both gasp for air.  

“So fucking good for me,” Zach whispers, smearing the come across Chris’ mouth.  “Perfect.  Now look at what you’ve done to our guest,” he says, turning Chris’ head toward Ian, who’s got his pants around his ankles and his hand around his cock, gaze riveted.

Chris whimpers.

“Lick your lips, baby. Don’t lose any of it.”

30 Days of Fic, Day 6

I don’t think I wrote much of anything yesterday (and what little I did write, I had to rewrite this morning).  But today I wrote about 1200, so I’‘m getting there.

So far this month I’ve about 1950.

But even more importantly, by Pinto Big Bang is is now more than 10k words, the minimum for the challenge.  And I still have several scenes to write.  So it’s officially a long-ass pwp.

Few Words Wednesday

I’ll just be over here in the corner, blushing. (NSFW, btw)

Zach leans closer, nudging Chris’ cock with his nose as he slides his lips over one of his balls, engulfing it in wet heat.  

Fuckfuckfuck.  Chris is trying to imagine unsexy things as the slick feel of Zach’s tongue combines with the vibrations of the toy still buried deep in his ass to draw him far too close to the edge of orgasm.  He glances again at Ian, but the hungry look in his eyes is not helpful at all.  Nor is the slow movement of the hand on his cock as he stares at Chris’ splayed exposed form.

“You’re not going to come, yet,” Zach warns, breath cool against Chris’ hot, wet skin.  "You’re not coming until our guest has shot at least once, and I’m coming deep in your ass.“

Ian groans at Zach’s words, which is also decidedly unhelpful.  But Chris knows this game, even before Zach says the rules out loud.  Rules, he realizes, that were probably more for Ian’s benefit than his own.  

He nods, his entire body tense as he resists the buildup of pleasure Zach’s tongue is inducing.  He feels completely wanton.  And being watched… on display… is definitely adding to his pleasure as well as his discomfort.  It’s a strange, thrilling dichotomy — like being on stage the first time in college.  Only naked.  And hard.  And bound.  

Zach fingers the toy, and Chris gasps.  He’s not going to be able to hold back, even though Zach is intentionally avoiding his dick.  He clenches his eyes shut and wishes suddenly that Zach would sting his skin with the crop… Anything to pull him back from the edge.  Because coming before he’s supposed to is not an option.  Not when Zach is being so generous and giving him exactly what he wants.  Not when he’s supposed to be showing their guest how good he can be.

The word "orange” is just behind his teeth when Zach finally pulls away and sits back on his heels, looking smug as Chris pants and tries to get a fucking hold on himself.  

“Hmmm.  I love it when you’re like this,” Zach says softly, reaching forward with a single finger to nudge the toy again.  "I could ask anything of you right now, and you’d offer it up with one of those sweet little whimpers, like I was doing you a favor.“

Chris swallows, wondering what Zach intends to ask of him, eyes darting to Ian for a moment because Zach is right — he can’t think of anything he’d say no to right now.  And that’s another layer of the unexpected tonight.