Executive Prerogative
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InuYasha AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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InuYasha AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,635
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I Would Gladly Pay You Tuesday
disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Executive Prerogative: I Would Gladly Pay You Tuesday
By Sarga
“Fucking whore! Take it up the ass!”
Miroku wasn't sure who the guy was, but the guy currently lodged deep in Miroku's colon was a potty mouth. Regardless of who he was, though, his cock was heaven...
Miroku was bent at the waist over a small padded bench, his hands secured near his ankles at the legs of the bench. For the second time in two days he was tied down and anonymous. His own pleasure was denied as he took the hard fuck, relishing in the pain and pleasure, harnessing the ferocity so he could unleash it in his daily life. Monday had been shit because he'd been so satisfied by that encounter. Where he normally denied himself release after a rough fuck, his Dom had had another idea. Whoever he was, he could fuck like a dog and suck like a hoover. It was one of the best blow-jobs Miroku had ever enjoyed.
And that was a problem.
Well sated, Miroku had been too relaxed to verbally lash his most recent failure of an intern. The mousy teen had signed a document he had no authority over and as the Assistant to the President of External Affairs, it would fall on Miroku's shoulders to rectify the situation with the client.
Instead of breaking the boy down into tears, Miroku had only managed to make him pale. Instead of making the boy question every move, he would likely make another costly mistake and who knew if Miroku's silver tongue could get them out of it?
As a result, Miroku was back on bottom, hoping the rough ride would drive him back into his most fearsome state. He needed to be at his best, and what was better motivation than being used and abused with no hope for release? He would be hard for hours, reliving the experience, using the frustration to be more severe and unrelenting.
Just like his current Dom.
Miroku moaned in ecstatic agony as he felt his current lover's balls press into his own. His lover's cock throbbed and flexed as he tried hard not to cum too soon.
Good.
The longer Miroku was held on edge with another man's hardened flesh impaling him, the longer he would be the effective tiger he needed to be. The longer he took his lover's needy, talented, sure strokes...
Miroku cried out again, his lover pumping him hard on the inside, a thick, throbbing rod of heat shocking his body into a deeper state of need.
Miroku's own erection bobbed in time with his lover's thrusts, his balls being slapped over and over with his lover's. With ferocity and vigour, his lover thrust forward, exploding deep within Miroku. Throbbing and pulsing weakly, Miroku's lover milked himself for every drop while the senior business executive flexed his ass to better satisfy.
Miroku was rewarded with a satisfied moan.
Panting, Miroku's lover pulled out. With a sharp spank to the ass, Miroku was left needing and unfulfilled.
Still aching, Miroku waited as he heard the sounds of his lover clean up. After a few minutes the man left and shortly after the door closed Miroku's bonds were loosened with an audible clank of metal.
Letting his hands come up to his mask, Miroku remained bent over the padded bench. Starting with the zipped mouth, Miroku took several deep breaths as he wilfully forced himself not to relieve his painfully hard staff. Carefully unsnapping the back of his leather mask, Miroku slipped it off and allowed himself a small indulgence.
Flexing his well-toned ass, Miroku stroked his steely cock against the soft bottom of the bench. Electric shocks of pleasure coursed through his body and, with pangs of regret, he forced himself to stop.
Miroku had come here for this aching dissatisfaction, a state that had been denied the day before. Just thinking about it while he was in such a hard state was even better at keeping him on edge. Miroku panted from the excitement.
Cleaning himself off, Miroku let his blood pump wildly through his veins. A mere hop-skip and jump away from his office, he'd be fury incarnate for the next eight hours.
Heading down the hall, Miroku, still erect, passed another male and gave him a gruff nod. The black-haired man belonged to some exercise equipment manufacturer, and obviously, business had been good.
Only the most successful and talented became members. Miroku just considered it a perk of his job.
What a perk it was!
Executive Prerogative: I Would Gladly Pay You Tuesday
By Sarga
“Fucking whore! Take it up the ass!”
Miroku wasn't sure who the guy was, but the guy currently lodged deep in Miroku's colon was a potty mouth. Regardless of who he was, though, his cock was heaven...
Miroku was bent at the waist over a small padded bench, his hands secured near his ankles at the legs of the bench. For the second time in two days he was tied down and anonymous. His own pleasure was denied as he took the hard fuck, relishing in the pain and pleasure, harnessing the ferocity so he could unleash it in his daily life. Monday had been shit because he'd been so satisfied by that encounter. Where he normally denied himself release after a rough fuck, his Dom had had another idea. Whoever he was, he could fuck like a dog and suck like a hoover. It was one of the best blow-jobs Miroku had ever enjoyed.
And that was a problem.
Well sated, Miroku had been too relaxed to verbally lash his most recent failure of an intern. The mousy teen had signed a document he had no authority over and as the Assistant to the President of External Affairs, it would fall on Miroku's shoulders to rectify the situation with the client.
Instead of breaking the boy down into tears, Miroku had only managed to make him pale. Instead of making the boy question every move, he would likely make another costly mistake and who knew if Miroku's silver tongue could get them out of it?
As a result, Miroku was back on bottom, hoping the rough ride would drive him back into his most fearsome state. He needed to be at his best, and what was better motivation than being used and abused with no hope for release? He would be hard for hours, reliving the experience, using the frustration to be more severe and unrelenting.
Just like his current Dom.
Miroku moaned in ecstatic agony as he felt his current lover's balls press into his own. His lover's cock throbbed and flexed as he tried hard not to cum too soon.
Good.
The longer Miroku was held on edge with another man's hardened flesh impaling him, the longer he would be the effective tiger he needed to be. The longer he took his lover's needy, talented, sure strokes...
Miroku cried out again, his lover pumping him hard on the inside, a thick, throbbing rod of heat shocking his body into a deeper state of need.
Miroku's own erection bobbed in time with his lover's thrusts, his balls being slapped over and over with his lover's. With ferocity and vigour, his lover thrust forward, exploding deep within Miroku. Throbbing and pulsing weakly, Miroku's lover milked himself for every drop while the senior business executive flexed his ass to better satisfy.
Miroku was rewarded with a satisfied moan.
Panting, Miroku's lover pulled out. With a sharp spank to the ass, Miroku was left needing and unfulfilled.
Still aching, Miroku waited as he heard the sounds of his lover clean up. After a few minutes the man left and shortly after the door closed Miroku's bonds were loosened with an audible clank of metal.
Letting his hands come up to his mask, Miroku remained bent over the padded bench. Starting with the zipped mouth, Miroku took several deep breaths as he wilfully forced himself not to relieve his painfully hard staff. Carefully unsnapping the back of his leather mask, Miroku slipped it off and allowed himself a small indulgence.
Flexing his well-toned ass, Miroku stroked his steely cock against the soft bottom of the bench. Electric shocks of pleasure coursed through his body and, with pangs of regret, he forced himself to stop.
Miroku had come here for this aching dissatisfaction, a state that had been denied the day before. Just thinking about it while he was in such a hard state was even better at keeping him on edge. Miroku panted from the excitement.
Cleaning himself off, Miroku let his blood pump wildly through his veins. A mere hop-skip and jump away from his office, he'd be fury incarnate for the next eight hours.
Heading down the hall, Miroku, still erect, passed another male and gave him a gruff nod. The black-haired man belonged to some exercise equipment manufacturer, and obviously, business had been good.
Only the most successful and talented became members. Miroku just considered it a perk of his job.
What a perk it was!