My first attempt to write a fic in first-person. I tried to leave the descriptions of the main character vague enough that anyone can see themselves in his place, but this is a little bit of a self-insert in terms of his sex partners.
Tell me what you think!
~*~
I had gone through all the rituals, performed every move correctly, worn the appropriate garments. I'd checked and double-checked my pronunciation of every syllable in the spell, and now I was about to reap my reward.
The sigil of white sand poured on the carpet glowed, blazing with power as incense filled the air. Dragon's blood, sandalwood, myrrh...thick, woody, musty scents, the type to leave your senses reeling and your head spinning from their sheet, raw density. The smoke formed patterns in the air above the circle, and I knew I'd done everything right. The candles burned in circles, almost creating a fire hazard in the confines of my bedrooom...I didn't care. They kept me warm.
I'd been pursuing the secrets to this ritual like a man possessed, and now it was mine. As I watched, the sand caught fire, intense orange flames that gave off light and warmth, but didn't burn or generate smoke, and a vaguely humanoid shape appeared in the midst of the pattern.
It spoke in a language I didn't understand, alternating between rough Germanic syllables and softer, Romanesque consonants almost by whim. But I understood it...part of the terms of the spell...and the voice itself seemed to vibrate straight through me, made me long to tear off the robes I'd put on for the ceremony. As it was supposed to.
"You know why you've been summoned, spirit. I'm calling upon you to do what you do best."
Its gaze...or what I assumed to be its gaze...bored into me, and it nodded, speaking a short phrase in that hard-and-soft language that translated into acquiescence. Suddenly I felt myself slip into a dream-like state, and the visions began...
...I was back in high school, in the school locker room, a place I'd refused to go except for PE classes. No athlete was I, nor any sort of physical prize. I was changing out of my gym clothes when he came in. The captain of the wrestling team. The picture of muscular, late-adolescent perfection. A younh man of Irish features and complexion, his hair short and bleached blonde and the beginnings of a goatee on his face, I wanted him as much as I disliked him...we had nothing in common, rarely spoke. But he stripped in front of me without a single word, and we both grew older with every article of clothing he removed, until I was again my present age and he, a year my senior was extrapolated to what my fantasies decreed he must look like today. Now nearly nude, he sat on the bench and gestured to the red Speedos he wore as underwear, and the bulging package inside. I understood, and rejoiced...there would be no need for pretense, no false attempts friendship here, but neither would I be bullied as I had always feared but had never come to pass. We were two men, alone and horny, and would do what two men were meant to do in such a situation.
I pushed him gently onto his back on the bench, taking my time to feel those marvelous, steely pectorals under my hands, then grabbed the waistband of that accursed, tempting underwear and skinned it off his muscular, pale legs, spreading them apart before I dove for my prize between them...not his impressive cock or luscious, laden balls, but the dark pink rosebud of his perfect, tantalizing ass. Those blue eyes slid closed as he let out a deep moan, his kissable lips curving into one of those lazy, self-satisfied smiles, and he thrust his hips back and forth in time with my greedily fucking tongue, jerking his cock as he did so. My cock hardened without the slightest touch from me as I buried my tongue in him again and again, my hands everywhere on his dense, Apollonian physique...he was a wrestler, not a bodybuilder, and had the requisite muscles of one.
I flipped him over and lay atop him, my cock hard as a rock as it slid between those big, muscular cheeks. I thrust into the saliva-soaked crack of his ass, never penetrating...I had no desire to actually fuck him...but sliding back and forth inside the crevice as I totally possessed his bulky frame with my own. He sucked my proffered fingers, moaning in appreciation for the sensations I was offering him, and I licked all over that muscled back as my hips became a gyrating blur of rising desperation. Finally, he let loose with a muffled scream of pleasure around my fingers as his cum soaked his chest, belly, and the bench beneath us, his rump cheeks clenching tightly around me as I kissed, licked, and bit the thick cords of muscle at the nape of his neck. I was about to blow my own load between those perfect globes...
...When the scene changed. I was no longer alone, nor naked. Now I was in the middle of a screaming crowd, the scene awash in hormones as excitement surged through the air like arc lightning.
Onstage was another man of my dreams...one of my favorite singers from my youth, during the Latin craze people tried so hard to forget. His perfect, bronzed skin gleamed in the stage lights, and fathomless dark eyes seemed to watch me, and me alone, throughout his performance...when he wasn't closing them, lost to the passion of his slow, throbbing ballads or sweaty, sensationalist dance numbers. Every move of his leather-clad ass was the picture of sensuality, the bulge in the front of his pants seeming to grow more pronounced every time my wandering eye caught it. His voice surged through me, deafening me to the roar of the crowds as it sent my cock surging to life again. His performance ended with a particularly saucy number, and it was all I could do not to drop trow and beat off to him right there, right then...and then my hand closed around the Backstage Pass hanging around my neck.
It wasn't long before I was in his dressing room, and those lips that sang of undying love and wild abandon were locked to mine. My idol peeled off his shirt to reveal the most perfect chest in existence, and I was overjoyed to find out that in my dream, his nipples were particularly sensitive. So I spent minutes hearing him moan and gasp aloud as I worked them, with lips and teeth and tongue. When I peeled those leather pants off, his maleness popped up as if it were spring-loaded, not the biggest I'd ever seen, but the perfect size for me to ride as he sat in the chair of his dressing room mirror, the angle magically perfect for us both to watch his lubed cock slide in and out of me as I rode it, our moans of pleasure and lust mingling together more perfectly to my ears than any duet he could ever sing. He wrapped his arms around my chest and fucked me uninhibitedly, his voice whispering filthy, wonderful litanies of praise to me in English and Spanish, until I heard him let out a noise between a scream and a grunt as he unloaded volley after volley of his seed into me, our lips and tongues meeting sloppily as his balls dumped every last drop of seed he had into my hungry, willing ass...
...And I was in the middle of a clearing in the woods, watching my father play with rockets. Except...he wasn't my father. He was more like a mix of every father figure I'd ever had in my life, with traits from every one merged into a single picture of paternal perfection. His fiery red hair gleamed in the sunlight, his massive frame bent over as he studied the machines with an intensely scrutinous gaze. He smiled at me with genuine warmth and camaraderie as he invited me to try launching one, and laughed in real triumph and pride as my rocket launched into the air behind his. Impulsively, I kissed him, and he returned the affection, suddenly a much younger man...a man of my own age. No talks were had of incest, of wrongdoing or secrecy...this was the most natural thing in the world, kissing the man who meant the world to me, who had cared for me my whole life, in his own way. This "Dream-Father" whispered things no father of mine would say as he shed his clothes, revealing a solid, stocky, massive body, a form out of heroic fantasy. Surely no man I had ever known possessed such a build, but I was past caring, simply embracing it and revelling in it as I took his tool, the member that had made me, into my hands and mouth. We lay naked on the grass together, under the sun's rays, and locked in a 69, he the ultimate father, I the lustful, degenerate son. Both of us incredibly, marvelously equal at that perfect moment in time.
His mouth did things to me no straight man's ever could, and I had flashes in my mind...fantasies of his illicit activities with other men, brought to life around us in a tableau of 3-dimensional porn. In them, he fucked and was fucked, sucked and was sucked, insistent on being reciprocal in all his dealings, a man of morals even as he flagrantly flouted the rules of monogamy with man after man. I could only hope to one day be as accomplished in the arts of male love as he.
We flipped around and embraced, hot and sweaty and needful, chest to chest, cock to cock, and writhed in each other's arms, our skin and body hair grinding against each other. He said my name roughly, hoarsely, and exclaimed his impending orgasm...and I held on to him for dear life, wrapping arms and legs around him as my dream father's seed splashed every inch of me...
I was back in the room, shuddering and panting, the ache of lust strong between my legs. My robe had fallen from my shoulders and I was nude, the featureless form in the fire staring at me with what I could only describe as satisfaction. It controlled my visions, pulling them from my deepest, darkest desires, and I was just along for the ride. I knew that this was just a breather...it knew how to wring every drop of pleasure from its "clients" before finally letting them have their release, and when it was done with me, I would have enough sexual fantasies and delicious, salacious memories to last the rest of my life.
And then it would be my invoked friend's turn to demand a boon of its own...
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
New Look, Same Filthy Content!
Hey all,
You may have noticed a few changes. :)
Basically, I redesigned the blog using some preset filters and a couple of personal tweaks. I'm much happier with the overall look of the thing now, though I may tweak things a touch more in the future.
Does it rock? Does it suck? Tell me what you think! ^_^
You may have noticed a few changes. :)
Basically, I redesigned the blog using some preset filters and a couple of personal tweaks. I'm much happier with the overall look of the thing now, though I may tweak things a touch more in the future.
Does it rock? Does it suck? Tell me what you think! ^_^
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Birthday Present from TheMadSlasher
I bet you guys thought I forgot about you. ^_^
Well, I'm back with more offerings! This one was a birthday present from my good friend TheMadSlasher, following up on a Logan/Snake crossover fic he wrote. Under the circumstances of that fic, which can be found on his Y!Gallery, he doesn't think the two of them would get along too well if they actually met.
However, not only does he like the idea of them together under different circumstances, but he describes this present to me as "a wish fulfillment piece that ignores perfect internal logic for the sake of porn." Good thing, too, because this is SCORCHING.
Enjoy!
~*~
Curt's Birthday Present
"Not An Animal, Reprise"
The Mercenary sat in the bar. His eyes glanced around the room, as they always did whenever he wasn't in HQ. He was clad in a pair of black jeans and a tight red shirt.
On the other side of the room, a short, black-haired man recognized his scent. The short man immediately smirked. Ever since he heard about Philanthropy on the news he'd been tracking the soldier... the man that held him in a basement for a week. The man that was everything Weapon X would've wanted.
Dave began lifting the large glass to his lips. He quickly set it down when he saw the familiar face slide into the seat next to him. His eyes instantly narrowed as he scanned the stocky man for any weapons.
"Not armed. Not here fer a fight," Logan quickly replied. "Saw yer charity in tha papers."
The gravelly rasp took him back all those years; he suddenly felt the same cold sink into his bones as he watched the muscled feral struggle like an animal. And he's so much more human than I ever was. He didn't say a single word; his fingers gripped the glass with enough force that his knuckles were bone-white.
Logan placed his hand out with an open palm. His fingers were not rigid. "Ya know... what yer doin' now... its whatcha always wanted ta do."
Dave knew exactly what Logan was referring to. What Fox did. What I was too weak to do. The mercenary took a breath.
Logan felt his heart rate increase as he looked at the handsome face before him, yer livin' yer own life now... ya broke tha leash they put on ya... and that's so fuckin' hot.
Dave knew Logan's extended hand was not merely an offer of forgiveness. The gravitas of the feral's words, the dignity of the wildman's posture, those cobalt eyes boring into his own with the same determination he saw in the eyes of Hal and Fox. Even the gravelly voice of the feral had the same tone Naomi used when she said one must not be chained to fate.
He took a breath and extended his own hand.
Logan wanted to cheer, but he smiled warmly as he felt the soldier's battle-roughenned hand grasp his own and shake firmly. The mercenary's grip on his own was strong and trustworthy.
"Ya don't have ta if ya don't wanna.... but wanna come back ta my place fer some fun?"
[Thirty Minutes Later...]
The feral was straddling the soldier's waist; his knees ground into the sheets as he felt Snake's length slide up and down between his butt cheeks. His face was a lustful leer as he looked at the body below him; all sinews and flexible cords optimized for precision and speed. He licked his lips as he leant over and began to plant kisses down the Mercenary's torso. He left one on each scar; gonna be here a while.
The heat of the granite-hard, dark-haired muscle above him almost had him panting already; it pressed down on his body with significant weight. His hands clasped at the Canadian's waist; a droplet of his precum slid down his shaft as he thought about what was happenning next, wanna be inside him.
Logan lifted his head; his cobalt gaze locked itself onto the mercenary's forest green as he licked his lips;
"Ya ready fer it Dave? Wanna feel that hot cock o'yers buried inside me? Cause damn I want it too... I'm all lubed up and ready ta go handsome.."
The feral's mind was too clouded with lust for him to register that Snake said nothing; the man beneath him grunted and even purred at times but not a single word escaped those lips. Logan didn't care as he positioned his ass atop the Alaskan's length and slid his way down.
The feral made a growl that nearly became a roar as his tight ass descended further; his hole devoured the soldier's shaft in a smooth, slow motion steadied by Snake's hands around his waist.
Dave grit his teeth as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. His white-knuckled grip on the Canadian's hips remained steady as he tried to avoid letting a shout erupt from his lungs with each additional inch he was drawn into the wildman.
As Logan felt the hilt of Dave's cock pressing against his ass, he let his head tilt back and took a deep breath. Droplets of sweat fell down his torso and moved through the thick forest of hair atop the thick ropes of musculature that reinforced his stocky frame. The heat and pressure moving inside him only stoked the fire in his loins; his hand encircled his achingly rigid shaft and began to pump back and forth as his body began to move up and down.
"Fuckin' hell Dave... I fuckin' love this..." he growled, "yer cock feels so fuckin' good in me Dave"... his voice became rougher as his sliding up and down the Alaskan's shaft became faster, "I'm gonna cum soon stud... yer gettin' close ain'tcha? Wanna cum inside me don'tcha handsome?"
The mercenary responded by thrusting upwards into the amazingly tight and hot ass his hands were kneading; his heart rate surged with each motion into the hairy man above him. The knot in his gut only grew tigher with each depraved syllable the mutant uttered. But still over every guttral grunt he made, no words emerged from his mouth.
Finally the tension within both men reached the apex; Dave let out a drawn out, rough moan that interlaced with Logan's harsh, subterranean growl. The feral's load shot skyward and landed on his furred chest. The mercenary came inside Logan with several more upward thrusts; each one targeting the wildman's prostate with ruthless precision.
Snake felt the heat of Logan's body descend back onto his; the smoky whisper of the feral's voice massaged his ears;
"Ya feelin' good?"
"I'm good," he replied quickly in his own metallic rasp.
Least he didn't say "I'm fine", Logan thought with almost some regret. He recognized that controlled, military demeanor of absolute professionalism; that appearance of stability which was almost masochistic to imitate.. just like Scotty... he don't wanna relax..
And then an idea emerged in his mind. He smirked as he contemplated it.
"I know whatcha need Dave... I gotta real treat fer ya... yer gonna love it..."
[Two Minutes Later...]
Dave lay back in the sling; the angle made his legs naturally drift back and the firm, muscled globes of his ass spread. His eyes shot straight towards the Canadian; the pupils diluted as his heart raced.
"Relax, stud..." Logan playfully snarled from a table across the room, "I ain't gonna tie ya up er anythin'... ain't gonna control ya.." fuck, that's tha last thing I wanna do... "yer a real reserved one Dave..." Logan began to turn around from the table; he carried something in his hand, "Im gonna make ya lose yer inhibitions..."
Dave saw the playful smirk on Logan's face; his pulse raced when he made out the form of the black rubber dildo in Logan's hand.. Part of him felt defenseless; the air caressing his asshole made him feel vulnerable. But as his grip on one of the sling's straps grew tighter he stabilized his breathing.. I trust him... he coulda killed me back in Alaska...
"Ya want that Dave? Wanna lemme drive ya completely wild?"
He remembered the sight of the feral racing through the snow after leaving his house, how the short Canadian looked so untamable... I wanna be that free...
"Bring it on," the Alaskan replied in a rasp free of any trace of uncertainty.
Logan grinned as he poured lube on his fingers. He let out a smoldering chuckle; not one of conquest but of anticipation... "god Dave... ya got tha sweetest ass.." he slipped a single finger into the taller man's asshole and heard the infiltrator purr back through gritted teeth, "yer gonna love this, I promise."
The mercenary's breathing grew more ragged as Logan slid a second finger into him. He didn't feel pain, just the familiar stretch that he needed to adjust to. As Logan spread those fingers within his hole, he let out more soft hisses and snarls. After he felt the tightness yield, he looked the shorter man in the eye with a smirk of his own.
"Alright... 'm ready..."
Logan grinned wolfishly as he held the dildo up. There was a pump-like bulb at the base.
"Inflatable... starts out small and can get as big as ya want it."
Dave let out his own chuckle; it sounded raspier and more on-edge than Logan's.
"Sounds fun. Do it."
Without any hesitation he quickly slid the lube-slicked toy and lightly pressed it against Snake's entrance.
A sonorous but quiet moan spilled from Dave's lips as his ass yielded to the slow intrusion of the black rubber dildo; his iron-hard length throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He felt the toy move deeper and deeper within him; it ground against spots he thought only Hal knew about. The moment the base of the toy touched his butt he sharply drew breath. His grip on the sling was ruthlessly tight.
"How does it feel, Dave? C'mon, yer so sexy and strong and free now... ya deserve ta feel good... tell me..." Lemme hear ya... drop tha fuckin' stoic crap and say it... His fingers slowly squeezed the bulb and gradually the toy began to expand slightly inside the mercenary's ass.
A long, teeth-clenched, hissing moan erupted from the infiltrator's lungs as he felt the black rubber length fill him more completely; the familiar pressure in his loins only grew in response. His cheeks were flushed as he panted for more breath. And still words failed him, even as he felt the dildo begin to slide in and out of his asshole. He could only groan in response, but no longer was the sound attenuated.
Logan smirked with an inward smile at each unrestrained moan that came from the scar-covered, lithe mercenary. His sensitive ears still felt that aggressive rasp that lay on the edge of every sound the man made. His own fist moved up and down his again-rigid manhood as he slowly pumped the toy again.
The growl-laced roar that emerged from the Alaskan's mouth foreshadowed the drops of precum that dripped down his steel-hard shaft. The depth and the stretch of the toy inside him, the rough voice and soothing body heat of the man moving the toy in and out of him, the constant invitation to rip away all the protocol and decorum the military drilled into him... it was all too much. His resolve finally broke.
"Logan... fuck I'm gonna... gonna.." he couldn't string any more words together.
The Canadian didn't care; his eyes roamed over the sinewy chest that glittered with sweat, the delicious globes of muscle and the toy moving in and out of the tight entrance between them, and the ever-so-slight crumble of the mercenary's quiet, reserved demeanour. Only a bit... but its progress... "Yeah Dave... yer gonna cum, just like ya did when ya fucked my ass, yer gonna blow a huge load from me fuckin' yer sweet butt with this toy... and ya fuckin' love it dontcha?" He didn't need an answer.
One final strangled cry was wrenched from the infiltrator's lungs as he shot jets of seed over his own chest. Each successive blast from his cock was accompanied by a nearly angry grunt as beads of sweat trickled down from his face and along his corded, flexible torso.
Logan quickly followed; his own fist tightened around his thick shaft as his essence erupted from his body and landed on Snake. He barely took time to finish coming before he quickly withdrew the sex toy from Dave's ass and got his tongue working on those limber muscles. The cocktail of sweat and seed was lapped up off the scarred body of the mercenary; Logan's moans of relish combined with Dave's slow breaths in a call-and-response that punctuated the afterglow.
"Damn," the Alaskan said with a visible smirk on his face. "Was good."
"Still is," Logan replied as he looked up at Dave's face. Every trace was cleaned off of Dave's torso, "yer real tasty too..."
Dave only chuckled in reply as he sat up and slid out of the sling. "You wanna... do this again sometime?" Can I take some photos for Hal? he thought mischievously.
"Anytime, Dave."
The End
Well, I'm back with more offerings! This one was a birthday present from my good friend TheMadSlasher, following up on a Logan/Snake crossover fic he wrote. Under the circumstances of that fic, which can be found on his Y!Gallery, he doesn't think the two of them would get along too well if they actually met.
However, not only does he like the idea of them together under different circumstances, but he describes this present to me as "a wish fulfillment piece that ignores perfect internal logic for the sake of porn." Good thing, too, because this is SCORCHING.
Enjoy!
~*~
Curt's Birthday Present
"Not An Animal, Reprise"
The Mercenary sat in the bar. His eyes glanced around the room, as they always did whenever he wasn't in HQ. He was clad in a pair of black jeans and a tight red shirt.
On the other side of the room, a short, black-haired man recognized his scent. The short man immediately smirked. Ever since he heard about Philanthropy on the news he'd been tracking the soldier... the man that held him in a basement for a week. The man that was everything Weapon X would've wanted.
Dave began lifting the large glass to his lips. He quickly set it down when he saw the familiar face slide into the seat next to him. His eyes instantly narrowed as he scanned the stocky man for any weapons.
"Not armed. Not here fer a fight," Logan quickly replied. "Saw yer charity in tha papers."
The gravelly rasp took him back all those years; he suddenly felt the same cold sink into his bones as he watched the muscled feral struggle like an animal. And he's so much more human than I ever was. He didn't say a single word; his fingers gripped the glass with enough force that his knuckles were bone-white.
Logan placed his hand out with an open palm. His fingers were not rigid. "Ya know... what yer doin' now... its whatcha always wanted ta do."
Dave knew exactly what Logan was referring to. What Fox did. What I was too weak to do. The mercenary took a breath.
Logan felt his heart rate increase as he looked at the handsome face before him, yer livin' yer own life now... ya broke tha leash they put on ya... and that's so fuckin' hot.
Dave knew Logan's extended hand was not merely an offer of forgiveness. The gravitas of the feral's words, the dignity of the wildman's posture, those cobalt eyes boring into his own with the same determination he saw in the eyes of Hal and Fox. Even the gravelly voice of the feral had the same tone Naomi used when she said one must not be chained to fate.
He took a breath and extended his own hand.
Logan wanted to cheer, but he smiled warmly as he felt the soldier's battle-roughenned hand grasp his own and shake firmly. The mercenary's grip on his own was strong and trustworthy.
"Ya don't have ta if ya don't wanna.... but wanna come back ta my place fer some fun?"
[Thirty Minutes Later...]
The feral was straddling the soldier's waist; his knees ground into the sheets as he felt Snake's length slide up and down between his butt cheeks. His face was a lustful leer as he looked at the body below him; all sinews and flexible cords optimized for precision and speed. He licked his lips as he leant over and began to plant kisses down the Mercenary's torso. He left one on each scar; gonna be here a while.
The heat of the granite-hard, dark-haired muscle above him almost had him panting already; it pressed down on his body with significant weight. His hands clasped at the Canadian's waist; a droplet of his precum slid down his shaft as he thought about what was happenning next, wanna be inside him.
Logan lifted his head; his cobalt gaze locked itself onto the mercenary's forest green as he licked his lips;
"Ya ready fer it Dave? Wanna feel that hot cock o'yers buried inside me? Cause damn I want it too... I'm all lubed up and ready ta go handsome.."
The feral's mind was too clouded with lust for him to register that Snake said nothing; the man beneath him grunted and even purred at times but not a single word escaped those lips. Logan didn't care as he positioned his ass atop the Alaskan's length and slid his way down.
The feral made a growl that nearly became a roar as his tight ass descended further; his hole devoured the soldier's shaft in a smooth, slow motion steadied by Snake's hands around his waist.
Dave grit his teeth as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. His white-knuckled grip on the Canadian's hips remained steady as he tried to avoid letting a shout erupt from his lungs with each additional inch he was drawn into the wildman.
As Logan felt the hilt of Dave's cock pressing against his ass, he let his head tilt back and took a deep breath. Droplets of sweat fell down his torso and moved through the thick forest of hair atop the thick ropes of musculature that reinforced his stocky frame. The heat and pressure moving inside him only stoked the fire in his loins; his hand encircled his achingly rigid shaft and began to pump back and forth as his body began to move up and down.
"Fuckin' hell Dave... I fuckin' love this..." he growled, "yer cock feels so fuckin' good in me Dave"... his voice became rougher as his sliding up and down the Alaskan's shaft became faster, "I'm gonna cum soon stud... yer gettin' close ain'tcha? Wanna cum inside me don'tcha handsome?"
The mercenary responded by thrusting upwards into the amazingly tight and hot ass his hands were kneading; his heart rate surged with each motion into the hairy man above him. The knot in his gut only grew tigher with each depraved syllable the mutant uttered. But still over every guttral grunt he made, no words emerged from his mouth.
Finally the tension within both men reached the apex; Dave let out a drawn out, rough moan that interlaced with Logan's harsh, subterranean growl. The feral's load shot skyward and landed on his furred chest. The mercenary came inside Logan with several more upward thrusts; each one targeting the wildman's prostate with ruthless precision.
Snake felt the heat of Logan's body descend back onto his; the smoky whisper of the feral's voice massaged his ears;
"Ya feelin' good?"
"I'm good," he replied quickly in his own metallic rasp.
Least he didn't say "I'm fine", Logan thought with almost some regret. He recognized that controlled, military demeanor of absolute professionalism; that appearance of stability which was almost masochistic to imitate.. just like Scotty... he don't wanna relax..
And then an idea emerged in his mind. He smirked as he contemplated it.
"I know whatcha need Dave... I gotta real treat fer ya... yer gonna love it..."
[Two Minutes Later...]
Dave lay back in the sling; the angle made his legs naturally drift back and the firm, muscled globes of his ass spread. His eyes shot straight towards the Canadian; the pupils diluted as his heart raced.
"Relax, stud..." Logan playfully snarled from a table across the room, "I ain't gonna tie ya up er anythin'... ain't gonna control ya.." fuck, that's tha last thing I wanna do... "yer a real reserved one Dave..." Logan began to turn around from the table; he carried something in his hand, "Im gonna make ya lose yer inhibitions..."
Dave saw the playful smirk on Logan's face; his pulse raced when he made out the form of the black rubber dildo in Logan's hand.. Part of him felt defenseless; the air caressing his asshole made him feel vulnerable. But as his grip on one of the sling's straps grew tighter he stabilized his breathing.. I trust him... he coulda killed me back in Alaska...
"Ya want that Dave? Wanna lemme drive ya completely wild?"
He remembered the sight of the feral racing through the snow after leaving his house, how the short Canadian looked so untamable... I wanna be that free...
"Bring it on," the Alaskan replied in a rasp free of any trace of uncertainty.
Logan grinned as he poured lube on his fingers. He let out a smoldering chuckle; not one of conquest but of anticipation... "god Dave... ya got tha sweetest ass.." he slipped a single finger into the taller man's asshole and heard the infiltrator purr back through gritted teeth, "yer gonna love this, I promise."
The mercenary's breathing grew more ragged as Logan slid a second finger into him. He didn't feel pain, just the familiar stretch that he needed to adjust to. As Logan spread those fingers within his hole, he let out more soft hisses and snarls. After he felt the tightness yield, he looked the shorter man in the eye with a smirk of his own.
"Alright... 'm ready..."
Logan grinned wolfishly as he held the dildo up. There was a pump-like bulb at the base.
"Inflatable... starts out small and can get as big as ya want it."
Dave let out his own chuckle; it sounded raspier and more on-edge than Logan's.
"Sounds fun. Do it."
Without any hesitation he quickly slid the lube-slicked toy and lightly pressed it against Snake's entrance.
A sonorous but quiet moan spilled from Dave's lips as his ass yielded to the slow intrusion of the black rubber dildo; his iron-hard length throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He felt the toy move deeper and deeper within him; it ground against spots he thought only Hal knew about. The moment the base of the toy touched his butt he sharply drew breath. His grip on the sling was ruthlessly tight.
"How does it feel, Dave? C'mon, yer so sexy and strong and free now... ya deserve ta feel good... tell me..." Lemme hear ya... drop tha fuckin' stoic crap and say it... His fingers slowly squeezed the bulb and gradually the toy began to expand slightly inside the mercenary's ass.
A long, teeth-clenched, hissing moan erupted from the infiltrator's lungs as he felt the black rubber length fill him more completely; the familiar pressure in his loins only grew in response. His cheeks were flushed as he panted for more breath. And still words failed him, even as he felt the dildo begin to slide in and out of his asshole. He could only groan in response, but no longer was the sound attenuated.
Logan smirked with an inward smile at each unrestrained moan that came from the scar-covered, lithe mercenary. His sensitive ears still felt that aggressive rasp that lay on the edge of every sound the man made. His own fist moved up and down his again-rigid manhood as he slowly pumped the toy again.
The growl-laced roar that emerged from the Alaskan's mouth foreshadowed the drops of precum that dripped down his steel-hard shaft. The depth and the stretch of the toy inside him, the rough voice and soothing body heat of the man moving the toy in and out of him, the constant invitation to rip away all the protocol and decorum the military drilled into him... it was all too much. His resolve finally broke.
"Logan... fuck I'm gonna... gonna.." he couldn't string any more words together.
The Canadian didn't care; his eyes roamed over the sinewy chest that glittered with sweat, the delicious globes of muscle and the toy moving in and out of the tight entrance between them, and the ever-so-slight crumble of the mercenary's quiet, reserved demeanour. Only a bit... but its progress... "Yeah Dave... yer gonna cum, just like ya did when ya fucked my ass, yer gonna blow a huge load from me fuckin' yer sweet butt with this toy... and ya fuckin' love it dontcha?" He didn't need an answer.
One final strangled cry was wrenched from the infiltrator's lungs as he shot jets of seed over his own chest. Each successive blast from his cock was accompanied by a nearly angry grunt as beads of sweat trickled down from his face and along his corded, flexible torso.
Logan quickly followed; his own fist tightened around his thick shaft as his essence erupted from his body and landed on Snake. He barely took time to finish coming before he quickly withdrew the sex toy from Dave's ass and got his tongue working on those limber muscles. The cocktail of sweat and seed was lapped up off the scarred body of the mercenary; Logan's moans of relish combined with Dave's slow breaths in a call-and-response that punctuated the afterglow.
"Damn," the Alaskan said with a visible smirk on his face. "Was good."
"Still is," Logan replied as he looked up at Dave's face. Every trace was cleaned off of Dave's torso, "yer real tasty too..."
Dave only chuckled in reply as he sat up and slid out of the sling. "You wanna... do this again sometime?" Can I take some photos for Hal? he thought mischievously.
"Anytime, Dave."
The End
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