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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A cold sweat strikes them like a slap, shocking them completely and they look down with a worried sound, watching as their cock is pressed against the twitching lips of their cunt and then in. They shake their head but it’s a futile gesture.

The feeling is like nothing they’ve ever experienced for. It’s strange, confusing, arousing -

Addicting.

Their thighs shake and then tense, causing their body to squeeze around the small head of their dick even more and their hips buck a few desperate times.

[blessed_is_he]

"Oh?" He hums, sounding pleased and delighted. "You haven't tried this before?" He gently slides his fingertips along the length of Monty's cock, tracing from base to tip, dipping between the sensitive folds of skin and out again. He can feel the way Monty shudders against him, confused and desperate, legs tensing against Justin's body as he keeps them held open.

"There's so much pleasure in the world, Monty," he murmurs, almost a nonsequitur, as he casually plays with Monty's body, tucking their cock into the warmth of their cunt, then letting it spring back casually, over and over. "So much you haven't had the opportunity to explore."

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They groans a little pathetically, shaking their head side to side, their hair whipping across their face. Their forehead beads with sweat. It seems impossible for them to look away, teeth clenching hard on the now thoroughly damp bundle of cloth they once wore as panties.

Fingers twitch. They long to touch the other man back, but the order he had given feels like a pair of chains around their wrists. Monty's always done well with instruction; they have always responded well to power.

That familiar curl of heat is starting to broaden at the very core of their body. They make a worried, warning sound, hips squirming as if not sure if they wanted to get away or get closer.

[blessed_is_he]

He can't seem to pull his eyes away, even for a moment, drinking in their every twitch and shift, their every reaction to Justin's touch and voice. It's almost painfully clear how starved for this kind of treatment Monty had been until now, their body so sensitive and reactive to the slightest pressure. He can't help but consider a future where all of this would be at his fingertips, given near unfettered and unrestricted access, the auspices of the contract allowing him - maybe even demanding of him - to lead Monty's body through this kind of exploration and discovery, to learn and submit to overwhelming pleasure and exquisite pain at Justin's hands.

"Lovely," he murmurs, his voice sounding almost hungry, as he caresses the tip of Monty's cock with his fingertips one last time before tucking it as far as it will go inside their own body, holding it there while his thumb strokes along the base. "I wonder what you'd taste like, if I got my mouth on you. I could take all of you in so easily, couldn't I? I bet my mouth wouldn't even have time to get tired before you were spilling on my tongue."

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It's too much: the combination of Justin's titillating words and the feeling - the slick friction - of having their little cock shoved so deep into their already weeping cunt makes Monty cum with a muffled wail. Teeth grinding, hips jumping, they cream directly into their own body while their pussy squirts in small bursts from the strange stimulation.

Monty's eyes roll back in their head as they endure the aftershocks, feels the way their thighs are damp and sticky and warm. Their chest heaves and their breath stutters and for a moment, they can't even be bothered to remember there's another person in the room with them, watching them, doing all of this to them.

[blessed_is_he]

He watches Monty's body with open, naked fascination, his own cock practically throbbing in his slacks at the sight of their cock and their cunt tensing and jerking with the force of their orgasm. His fingers are practically soaked with the physical evidence of Monty's pleasure.

"My, my," he coos, gently drawing Monty's attention, finally drawing his hand away from them, watching the way their cock slowly slips out from inside of them, their body still dripping onto the covers of the bed. He glances up to Monty's hands, still held above their hand, obedient to Justin's earlier command. "You're being so good for me, aren't you, Monty? You really want this, don't you?"

For a brief, infinitesimal moment, Justin considers the circumstances, the potential of the situation between them, and then he inhales, a quiet, steadying breath.

And reaches for his shirt again, draped at the foot the bed.

"You may put your hands back down now, Monty," he says, offhanded, shrugging the shirt back on, apparently heedless of the stickiness on his hand.

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“…Oh.” They startle and scramble to move, pulling their hands down instantly and sitting up, legs closing, ignoring the uncomfortable wetness, growing cold, between them.

Shyly, they watch Justin dress as if they were no longer in the room, as if they haven’t just been made to experience a pleasure so bizarre and intense that they wet themselves with their own spend. Their own nakedness now feels overwhelming and embarrassing in contrast. Their arms come around their body, holding themselves. A minor comfort.

“I…I wanted to see you too, sir?” they say, a small reminder but it’s hardly a demand. Their words are flimsy and uncertain, paper dolls standing close to a fire.

[blessed_is_he]

He pauses for a moment, his fingers frozen in midair, but then a change seems to sweep over his expression and it visibly warms as he steps forward, bending his knee as he settles half his weight onto the bed again, wrapping an arm around Monty's shoulders. "I'm too used to career Companions," he murmurs, half to himself, and gently but firmly tugs Monty closer, their slight weight no issue at all for Justin to handle, picking them up, heedless of the mess, and settling them onto his lap so he can better wrap his arms around them, his own body warm through the thin material of his shirt. Monty would definitely be able to feel the girth and hardness of his erection through his slacks, physical evidence of Justin's own want and desire.

"Is that a must have for this meeting, Monty?" He asks, voice low and intimate in their ear. "I already know what my decision will be. But I want to hold off until I can truly, fully have you, and I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself, today."