DOING SOMETHING UNHOLY

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THE BODY SHOP ( justin, intersex!monty ) A reality where deviancy is the privilege of the wealthy and the powerful. Monty has a little secret and is trying desperately to be good but the man who owns them is has some other ideas.

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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.

[blessed_is_he]

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.

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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.

[blessed_is_he]

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.

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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.

[blessed_is_he]

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.

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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.

[blessed_is_he]

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.

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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 -!"

[blessed_is_he]

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.