fuguestates | DOING SOMETHING UNHOLY

The staggered groans of pleasure that sweep through the room, a few men orgasming spontaneously down wide-open throats, or over the faces of their Companions, are music to Justin's ears. He withdraws his hand from Monty, deliberately dragging the vibrator out as well, leaving their pussy throbbing and clenching around nothing, knowing exactly how that emptiness would affect their mindset, and switches it off, leaving it on the table in the slowly spreading pool of Monty's release casually, before wiping off his fingers fastidiously with a towel - handed to him automatically by a stony-faced employee. His own staff were used to this by now, knew exactly how to control themselves and accommodate his whims, and they step in to clean up the table, ignoring Monty's blissed out, limp body as well as the guilty pleasure on the faces of their visitors, their own Companions tucked discreetly underneath the table - as was usual practice. Justin watches as a few of them reach down to tug them up into their laps to try and take more of an edge off of their own arousals, grinding up into willing, eager bodies of various states of dress and undress, moans of pleasure and pain echoing through the room.

He smiles under his breath as he hears the air filtration system kicking in, the entire room devolving into pockets of sex and debauchery, and very little thought given to the actual business at hand.

So really, no one was in a clear state of mind to note the few extra clauses he'd expertly slipped in to the agreements they were signing.

He stands up to adjourn the meeting, his cool, controlled gaze sweeping over the room - the toppled chairs and scattered papers, the panting desperation of his guests, some bending their Companions over the wooden table and fucking mindlessly into them, some of them digging their fingers into sanctioned hips and thighs to decrease the temptation of touching something that wasn't theirs to touch - Monty's beautiful body sprawled out even wider on the table, shaking still with the vibrations of the sole remaining vibrator plugging their ass as they wept and cried with desperation behind the ball gag, begging wordlessly for Justin to fulfill his promise and fill up their empty, aching cunt.

And he would.

"Pleasure doing business with you, gentlemen," he says with a perfect courteous smile. "I'll leave you to your own entertainments. Feel free to take advantage of the amenities when you're ready to leave. No need to see me out. I'm afraid I have a private appointment of my own to attend to. In your own time."

A flick of his fingers and the chain connecting Monty to the hook in the ceiling lengthens, lowering them down until they're sprawled out on the table in front of Justin. He reaches out to gather them into his own arms. He had a private room (a dungeon, really, given its usual purpose) here in this suite of offices for this very reason. For all his control and outward calm, he knows Monty can feel how hard he is beneath his suit, and how much his precious Companion was already aching for him.

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They feel dizzy, panting damply around the gag still in their mouth. Their blue eyes are still wide with lust, the makeup around their lids and lashes smeared and patchy blotches of color.

"Please," they try to say, the word muffled and butchered entirely, traveling out of their throat as nothing but a keen, a nearly raw and animal sound. They can feel the distinct and obvious line of their Patron's erection pressing against their hip and can't help but rub their body against it, even in this deceptively tender position.

The other vibrator is still working in Monty's ass, constantly keeping them stimulated and on edge. And although it doesn't look like it at first, they're doing all they can to clench down upon the thing, greedily keeping it fucking deep inside of them no matter what angle their body is being put in.

This was all for their Patron's pleasure - Monty's constant North Star.

"You did such a good job for me, little one," he murmurs, as the echoes of moans and bodies coming together in the other room are shut out by the heavy door closing behind them. Monty is so small and light in his arms that he can support almost all their weight with one arm, and he deliberately slides his free hand between Monty's legs, casually fondling their little cock. The lights in the room flick on and adjust automatically, revealing a few choice pieces of furniture and a few racks of toys and tools, a quiet and private space for them to play and unwind.

"You know I have a call I have to take soon, little one," he murmurs, carrying Monty over to a seemingly normal leather sofa, which had an endtable holding a remote phone setup. "But you want my cock, don't you, baby? You must feel so empty right now without something big stuffing your hungry cunt."

Yes, yes, yes! They nod furiously, squirming and bucking against Justin's teasing hand, trying wordlessly to show their excitement, their obvious consent and impatience. The small, tasteful weights on their breasts bounce as they move but if it hurts them, Monty barely seems to notice. Their gaze is transfixed on their Patron's face, obsessively attentive to each twitch of emotion, every curl of his tongue around his words, every curious lift of his brow.

By now, the stockings are a bit ruined, sliding halfway down their legs and bunching at the ankles, the sheer material darkened in several places where Monty's slick and cum had stained through it.

He laughs softly and leans down to kiss Monty's cheek tenderly, his tongue tracing over their spit-slick lips, stretched wide around the ball gag. He sets Monty gently down on the sofa and then takes a seat next to them, knees spread slightly apart, the bulge of his half-hard erection very obvious in his perfectly tailored slacks.

"Can you stay quiet for me, baby?" he asks curiously, tapping his finger against the ball gag.

Baby. Oh. They loved being called that. Their whole body leans towards Justin's as if magnetized and they nod again, this time without an sound besides the soft lurch of their throat working as they swallow.

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He smiles at that, clearly pleased, and slides his hand along the straps of the gag to unbuckle it one-handed, tossing it aside carelessly, leaving Monty's mouth free.

"Go on then, baby," he says, a mix of coaxing and command, nodding towards his own lap and the bulge of his erection. There is a hint of carelessness to it - his attention seemingly caught by the details of his upcoming business call - a subtle condescension, providing direction and restriction for his Companion to satisfy their own desires and appetites, but not making any extra effort on his own part.

They stretch their jaw now, dragging their tongue out immediately to lick over their teeth. They mouth the words, "Yes, sir," silently but clearly, before leaning down and opening up Justin's pants with just teeth and pursed lips.

There's the sound of the phone being picked up, the dull click of a call connecting above them. Monty ignores that, focuses on nudging down the expensive fabrics and coaxing their Patron's dick out into the open. They sigh happily when they finally see it, their warm breath coasting over the exposed, wet tip of it.

They really can't wait any longer.

They move themselves, surprisingly graceful despite all the little toys and accessories still attached to their body, until their back is to Justin's chest and they're hovering over the man's lap. Monty's thighs tremble not with exhaustion but with want. They slot their arms between their small breasts, using their still bound hands to grip that huge cock and guide it into their damp, throbbing cunt.

Monty's mouth falls slack and their lashes flutter, the smallest little sound - a gasp of delight - creaking out of their chest as they start to sink down.

It's always an extraordinarily beautiful sight, watching how eager and hungry and desperate Monty was for Justin's cock, a state of affairs that was very gratifying to the man. They were so skilled and creative - and motivated - and there's a subtler pleasure in the knowing of how vital he was to their satisfaction beyond the nearly physical that buoys his spirits whenever his Companion of several years takes his cock into their slick, throbbing cunt.

He states a clear, easy affirmative into the speaker, apparently unaffected by the little gasp of delight, the slow, steady sinking of Monty's pussy over the thick, hard length of his cock. There is not a hint of anything odd or amiss in his expression, but he does rest his free hand on Monty's upper thigh, a subtle weight and declaration of his attention.

They lean their head back so that their lips are right up against Justin's ear, letting their Patron hear every little hitch of hot breath, every aborted whimper and moan. Indeed, the only clear sounds in this entire room were of Justin's own voice speaking into the receiver and the wet squish of Monty's aching cunt as they fucked it open on their Patron's bare cock.

It takes only a little while for them to sheath the entire shaft inside of themselves and when they do, they have to close their eyes to savor the feeling, rubbing the wet lips of their pussy against the base. This feeling: stuffed full, hot and thick. The feeling of a real, twitching dick, hard and desperate for them. Nothing else compares.

He smiles at the deliberate display, his own cock hard and stiff inside of Monty's cunt, letting them use it as they please. Monty is soaking wet still from their earlier orgasms, from the display in the room before, and Justin can't help but enjoy the absolutely indulgent heat and tightness of their pussy around his length. But he is very used to controlling himself, his voice and his reactions, and other than adjusting his seat very slightly as Monty bottoms out while sitting in his lap, there is no other evidence that he's affected by their little game, other than the twitching hardness of his cock buried within Monty's cunt.

They're a loose and easy fuck by now, having already been penetrated and put on display for so long just before, but that doesn't mean Monty was satisfied. Yet.

They fumble with their bound hands to try and touch themselves, slotting the small cock between their wrists after some significant squirming and squeezing the sides. It makes their eyes roll back into their head and they find themselves starting to bounce desperately in their Patron's lap, rabidly chasing their own pleasure.

There is the slightest pause in Justin's reply to whatever is happening on the other end of the line, but it is quickly and easily smoothed over, and the conversation goes on as intended. But he starts to slide his free hand up along Monty's tensed, straining thighs, and then without a moment of pretense, he reaches behind them, sliding his fingers along the crack of Monty's ass to the vibrator still buried there, and starts to casually work his thick fingers in alongside the vibrator, stretching Monty open even wider.

They make a worried sound, feeling the sudden jolt of pain from the increased stretch. They shake their head, desperately trying not to say anything, trying to be good, trying to obey they order they had been given earlier.

But the combination of everything stimulating them becomes too much, and the way Justin flexes his fingers, forcing them in up to the last knuckle alongside the still shaking toy makes Monty scream and cum, hard, squirting suddenly and messily all over their Patron's lap and chair.

"Fuck," they gasp, uncontrollably. "Fuck, oh fuck, sir -!"

The feeling of the vibrator and the additional stretch from his own fingers press against his own cock buried inside Monty's soaking wet cunt, and the sudden scream is accompanied by Monty's body clenching and spasming with their orgasm, trying to milk Justin dry. But Justin doesn't come, though he does remove his fingers as Monty pants in his lap, and then shoves them unceremoniously into Monty's mouth, muffling any additional sounds they might make.

All the while, there is not a hint of what was going on in his own smooth, professional voice, merely an apology for the rudeness of his Companion briefly interrupting the meeting before business resumes again. His fingers slide deeper into Monty's mouth, press down hard on their tongue; muffling noise but still providing a substantial challenge, though he doesn't press deeply enough for Monty to gag.

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