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Birthday Card Comment Kink!
Our members have made birthday wishes for smutty little ficlets and sketches that would make their birthday very happy indeed. Now everyone has the opportunity to fulfill those wishes -- in the form of comment pr0n!
The birthday card is now open and awaiting your signature! It will remain open until the end of April.
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• Request fills must be a minimum of 200 words (if fic) or a sketch equivalent (if art). The maximum for fic is what fits into a single comment box.
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Got all that? Okay, good! Now...
RACY RACERS, START YOUR EROTIC ENGINES! |
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So totally not canon...
"Well, then. Are you ready to begin, Mr. Black?"
"Uh..." Sirius replied, his usual quick wit utterly failing him. It didn't seem that the Headmaster required a response, however, since a moment later, the cane came down on his bare arse with a resounding whack.
The strange "heeeep!" sound that came out of Sirius' mouth was almost as shocking as the strike that had triggered it.
Granted, there really wasn't anything about the entire situation that wasn't shocking, as far as Sirius was concerned. Well, no. That wasn't entirely true. The fact that he was on the receiving end of punishment wasn't at all shocking, especially given how badly awry his admittedly poorly-thought out prank had gone. But the fact that said punishment involved him being bent over Albus Dumbledore's desk while the deceptively benign bastard applied corporal punishment to his bare backside was the exact opposite of "predictable" or "ordinary."
Sirius heard a chuckle come from behind him. The old goat chuckled at him, for Godric's sake! "My boy, if you open your eyes any wider, I fear they'll fall out of your head." Correction. The old goat chuckled at him and mocked him. Sirius' view of Dumbledore was turned completely on its ear.
"Sirius," Dumbledore continued in a much graver tone, "do you truly believe there should be no consequences to your actions?"
This time Sirius was fairly certain Dumbledore wasn't actually expecting him to answer, so he kept his mouth shut and braced himself for the next strike of the cane.
It came mere moments later, followed by another. And, damn, it stung more than he'd thought it would. Not that he'd ever particularly considered caning before this, but he'd definitely have a healthy respect for it in future.
Sirius' train of random and absurd thought ended when the strikes began coming without interruption. Dumbledore spared not a centimeter of his arse or thighs until the entire region was hot and prickling.
That was when the cane came down across his bollocks.
The sound Sirius made then contained far more vowels than his earlier "heeeep!" had. As did the next sound when it became clear that the first blow to his tender bits hadn't been an accident.
The bollocks abuse kept coming, yet somehow, after a few strokes, it no longer felt all that bad. As a matter of fact, it felt sort of almost... good. And... was the cane vibrating?!
That kinky bugger! Sirius thought with great indignation as his cock swiftly stood up and took notice of the proceedings. No, wait. Sirius was enjoying it, so didn't that make himthe kinky bugger?
As the caning continued, Sirius alternated between horror and immersion, embarrassment at being seen in such a state and arousal almost beyond caring. Soon he stopped feeling individual blows, and the sting was replaced with a tingling, vibrating hum. Clear fluid dripped from the tip of Sirius' cock, his breaths came in harsh pants, and his arms shook from the effort of holding himself upright.
When the hum seemed to develop tendrils that began to probe and cup and stroke, Sirius gave up his last shred of dignity. He thrust his hips forward and back, hard and fast, his over-sensitive bits bobbing in the air and his throat releasing wild "nngh, nngh" sounds. He was going to come, come all over the side of Dumbledore's desk, and Dumbledore would probably like that, the pervy git, and Sirius was going to like it too, and he was pretty sure he was about to have the best orgasm of his entire fucking life...
And everything stopped.
The tendrils stopped, the hum stopped, the cane stopped, and Sirius stopped right on the cusp of exploding. He made a disgruntled noise and thrust his hips a few more times, certain that the next move would send him hurdling over the edge.