DOING SOMETHING UNHOLY

[tensions]

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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[tensions]

They were starting to sink even further into wordless, comatose submission, but the shock of their Patron filling their ass in one sudden thrust makes Monty's eyes snap open and a sharp gasp squeeze out of their throat.

They struggle to say something, but no words are forming against their teeth, only guttural and nearly animal sounds grind out.

Justin's voice keeps them present, keeps them tethered to the now, to everything that's happening to them. His voice is the one clear anchor Monty clings too even as their body is overcome by excruciating pleasure.

"W-what?" is all they finally - finally - manage to say, the word fumbling on their lips. Their legs are soaked with their mingled release, cum cooling in thick stripes all the way down to their ankles. The heels they were wearing have long falling off to the side, forgotten. In fact, all the decorations on their body are barely visible now, covered and stained as they are.

Monty turns weakly to look over their shoulder, their face a flushed, damp mess - just like the rest of them.

[blessed_is_he]

"I want you on the floor, baby," he repeats, patient and purposeful, reaching one hand out to stroke Monty's cheek, thumbing away the drool that had gathered at the corners of their mouth, rubbing against their lips. "I wanna feel your cunt around my cock one more time, wanna feel you open up for me like the whore you are. You're feeling empty already, aren't you, baby? Even after all this time, even though you're absolutely dripping in my cum, even though it's practically sloshing around inside you. It's still not enough for my precious little doll, is it?"

He straightens up, unhooks the chain from which Monty's wrists are hanging, his fingers rubbing warmth back into their arms, keeping Monty held close. He's stripped off his own clothes by this time, and other than Monty's filthy stockings there is only the intimacy of skin on skin contact between them, as he scoops Monty up in his arms, holding them close against him. He brushes his lips gently over Monty's forehead before he lowers them down to one of the padded sections of the floor, turning them over on ther back and settling between their spread wide legs, getting a good close look at their wrecked, used holes, gaping and trembling with use, coated in their mingled cum.

"Let me in, baby," he murmurs, grinding the full length of his rock-hard cock between Monty's legs; there is barely any friction at all. "Show me you want to be put to good use, little one."

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They nod along with Justin's every statement, instantly agreeing, starry-eyed and pliant and good. "Yes, sir," they whisper, reverent and sweet, their little body shivering against their Patron's far larger one. The skin on skin contact is soothing, allowing Monty to relax even though their hips, legs, and groin are aching from the rough treatment, their stomach feeling tight and full from all the times the man had cum inside.

Monty wouldn't have it any other way.

Being on their back was their favorite position to have sex in though they were always a little ashamed to admit it, worried that it was a dull, painfully conservative desire. But Justin didn't seem to mind. In fact, he never seemed to mind any of Monty's preferences and actively encouraged them to elaborate, to explore, to indulge.

(This is the closest, Monty thinks, that they'll ever get to being loved and in love. They're not exactly sure what that might mean.)

It feels almost naturel, like this, to lift their legs up and open, keeping their holes exposed and welcoming, already fucked loose and easy and wet from before. "I need to feel you again," they reply. "I can't get enough of you, sir. Wish I could keep you in me all night." Their hips lift just so as they reach down now to guide Justin back inside of their body, biting their lip at the feeling of his thick cockhead dragging down their inner thigh and instantly back into plugging their pussy shut. There's barely any resistance now and with just a tilt of Monty's back, they feel Justin sink nearly all the way into their throbbing cunt.

[blessed_is_he]

He lets gravity and desire do all the work, sinking into the wet, welcoming depths of Monty's cunt, no longer tense, but still tight, adjusting with easy experience and the aching laxness of exhaustion to Justin's cock, fitting like a well-crafted glove to his full length and girth. It's a sweet, intimate position, their bodies pressed almost full length against each other, legs against Justin's chest and over his broad shoulders, and Justin's abdomen rubs against both Monty's pierced clit and the twitching length of their little cock, grinding down from both sides as his cock sinks in fully.

He leans forward even more, more for intimacy than purely for pleasure, practically plastering their bodies together, and kisses Monty's lips almost reverently, with obvious affection, as his hips start a slow, rocking motion, never pulling out far, but offering additional sensation and pleasure all the same.

"I'm home, little one," he murmurs, lovingly, breath shared between their open mouths. "Is this how you want me? My cock?"

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They whimper, a delicate sound, thin like gossamer. Justin always feels just a little too wide at the base, a little too challenging to fit in completely comfortably, but Monty’s learned to associate that slightly painful stretch with being wanted, being adored, with having properly pleased their Patron.

“Yes,” they reply, arms linking behind the man’s neck, keeping his face close, their breaths mingling together as their bodies move in tandem. “Just like this. Wish we could be just like this always.”

They rock their hips up, grinding in small circles, feels the way their piercings throb as they’re continually stimulated and pressed against. Monty focuses in on that special sensation as they kiss Justin back slowly, sweetly. The burst of feeling behind it all, shared between the hot press of their lips is strangely overwhelming.

[blessed_is_he]

"Can you feel me inside you, little one?" he murmurs, as they continue to exchange kisses, their bodies rocking together unhurriedly towards a mutual completion. Somehow that pleasure seems almost secondary to the intimacy of their current closeness, even with the reminder of what exactly linked them together. "Are you enjoying your new decorations?" He thrusts forward deliberately, hard and forceful, feeling the drag of the rings and hot, swollen skin against his length.

"You're so beautiful for me," he whispers, quiet and heartfelt. "Both your pleasure and your pain are all for me, aren't they? Can you give me one more, baby? Let me see you come for me one more time just like this." It was beyond tempting to drag things out even further, reveling in the deep subspace he'd put Monty into, the shared closeness and the mutual pleasure, but after the past weeks of deprivation he wanted to be cognizant of allowing some amount of recovery time. After all, he intended to continue to enjoy Monty's new piercings to their fullest extent as often as possible, now that they were fully healed. Overdoing it on the very first night, no matter how prettily Monty begged, was really not the most prudent course of action.

He works up a rhythm again, deep and forceful rather than fast, lingering at all the most sensitive spots, driving both of them towards one final orgasm, moving with inexorable purpose and intent.