I Feel Like Huxley Would Add In "Among Us Sus" Pics With A Big Red Circle And Arrow To Be "trendy And

Genuinely crashing out right now cuz I spent hours for days on end doing my HL essay for my senior IB English class. I worked so damn hard analyzing everything, typing it out, editing back to back, and I turned it in just before the deadline only to realize it fucking slipped my mind to attach my AI detected screenshot to prove that I made it. So I emailed my teacher, only to realize that holy fuck, I forgot to make citations too!

I rarely ever cry over school anymore but bro, it's 12:23 AM. I was literally dipping in and out of consciousness just to wake up and turn it in before the deadline only to realize I fucked up, and I gotta finish another essay, and I gotta wake up at 6:30 AM for the bus, and then I gotta tutor motherfuckers in the morning before my IB English class at 8:31 AM, take a test, and read 30 pages for Wednesday. Like... I'm literally sobbing right now over this shit and idk who or where to vent to. Anyway, James Sunderland.

We always talk about "whimpering Mark" this and "Sub!Mark" that and it's great and all but like

WHAT ABOUT THIS BITCH?!

I want this mf brat tamed, spanked, slapped, hair pulled, spat on, teased, leaking, sweating, panting, barking, edged, denied, overstimulated, whimpering, screaming, begging, sobbing, whinning, shaking, and fucked until he can't think, walk, or talk. I need this mf tied to the goddamn bed, cock caged, back arched, and slammed into while his dumbass manbun gets tugged so he is forced to watch his reflection in the mirror get dumber by the second. I need him getting Eiffle Towered by a fem reader and a male reader, I need him going down on the reader, I need him to stop saying "Mama" and start saying "Mommy," I need him to get strapped in a chair and cucked by Mark like idc have Mark x Reader where Mark cucks Rex, or Mark cucking Rex with Eve, or fuck it, Mark having the reader and Eve, whatever it takes to humble Rex.

Someone said Rex is a good pup name, ong, PUT A COLLAR ON HIM AND TAKE HIM OUT FOR A WALK! GIVE HIM SNACKS, GIVE HIM LOVE, GIVE HIM AFFECTION, BUT ALSO GIVE HIM STRUCTURE, GIVE HIM ORDER, GIVE HIM PUNISHMENT, GIVE HIM A BONE TO BITE ON, GIVE HIM A LITTLE TUG AT THE LEASH.

And of course, call him a good boy, cuddle him, and give him a bath in the end cuz aftercare is everything👏🥳

My period just started, and it's making me horny and word vomit, yall I'm so sorry.

Anyway, if anyone gets inspired and writes something.... I'm looking forward to it👀

WHY IS BRO POUTING?????

I NEED TO SQUEEZE HIS LITTLE CHEEKS

SEE, YOU GET IT, OMG, WE NEED TO BE FRIENDS CUZ THIS MAN LIKE THIS MAN I JUST SHSNSN

Rescue Bots Graham Burns

Propaganda below the cut

Need him.

OH MY GODDDDD THIS IS PEAK AS FUCK. USUALLY IN M RECIEVING ORAL FICS, ONLY THE GUY CUMS, BUT THE FACT THAT THE READER CAME

My only thing is I wished the pussy eating lasted a little longer since the narration focused on James's pleasure longer. Still by far the best James smut I've read besides that one fic of him being a college professor. Like omg I was kicking my feet and squealing. This was PEAK

hi! i’m surprised nobody’s written a smut with james making a sex tape with the reader ! >< i think he’d be into those lol & man, i’d kill for a gentle dom james :( with his soft spoken voice, i can just imagine the reader who’d be taken aback by whatever dirty talk he’d say haha

i luv ur work pls keep writing smut for james tysm

★ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 . . . 1.8k

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . request , complete. JAMES SUNDERLAND X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . recording/voyeurism . f!masturbation . oral ( m! & f!receive ) p_rn w/o a plot !

★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . lmao i think there might be some trauma there with video tapes 💀 however .... filming spicy moments is soooo tasty. james is the sentimental type for sure so yeah , he would love capturing your orgasm face on camera :') thank u for the sweet words i hope i was able to get the vibe <333

You should’ve never gotten him that damn video camera. It was practically a part of him now, swinging from his shoulder like an extra limb, capturing every moment he deemed worthy of “preserving memories” for the two of you. The sentiment had been endearing at first, but it was becoming an obsession. You’d lost count of how many times he’d darted to the corner store for yet another pack of film. Tonight was no exception.

After dinner, you were seated at your vanity, unwinding from the evening. One by one, you slipped off your jewelry, the pieces landing with a soft, musical clink on the glass. As you reached for your serum, you noticed James in the mirror, his camera aimed right at you, a mischievous smile playing at the corner of his mouth. You rolled your eyes, dabbing the serum onto your fingers and smoothing it over your face.

“Is this fascinating to you?” you asked, rubbing the serum in slow circles, letting the cool liquid seep into your skin.

“Can’t help it. You’re so pretty,” he replied, that grin widening as he watched you through the lens.

You met his gaze in the mirror, raising a brow as an idea flickered to life. Smiling to yourself, you reached for the loose knot at your waist, pulling the tie on your robe and letting the soft fabric slide from your shoulders. Beneath, you wore a delicate lingerie set.

You glanced back over your shoulder, catching the way his brow quirked, his eyes flaring with interest as James drank in the sight of you. His grip on the camera tightened, and you could almost feel the spark between you, the silent communication passing back and forth.

“Maybe I should make it more entertaining for you,” your was voice barely more than a whisper as you turned to face him.

James swallowed, the smirk fading into something more intent, his eyes on you and only you. He adjusts the camera, "are you sure about this?"

"Keep rolling," you request, before you slowly began to unhook the clasp of your bra. The silky material fell away, revealing your breasts to the cool air of the room. James’s breath hitched, the sound audible even over the soft whirr of the camera. You could see the excitment burning in his eyes, the way they traced every detail of your body.

“Do you like what you see?” you murmured, your fingers lightly brushing over your nipples, making them pebble in response.

“God, yes,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “Keep going.”

Encouraged, you slipped your hands down to the waistband of your panties. With a teasing glance at James, you hooked your thumbs under the delicate lace and slowly pulled them down. The fabric slid over your hips, leaving you completely naked. The camera followed every inch of your movements, every moment captured in crystal clear detail.

James let out a low groan, his grip on the camera tightening even further. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

You smiled at the sight of his erection. Turning slightly, you leaned against the vanity, providing James a perfect view of your ass. Your fingers trailed down your thighs, coming to rest on your inner thighs, just above your cunt.

“Touch yourself,” James commanded, his voice rough with need. “Show me how much you want this.”

You obeyed, sliding one hand between your legs. The sensation of your own fingers against your slick folds made you gasp softly. You pressed two fingers against your clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles. The pleasure spiked quickly, a hot throb building deep within you.

“That’s it,” James encouraged, his eyes locked on your hand as it worked its magic. “Make yourself come for me.”

Your other hand moved to your breast, pinching your nipple between your thumb and forefinger. The dual stimulation sent waves of ecstasy crashing through you, making your hips buck involuntarily. You could feel the orgasm coiling tighter and tighter, ready to burst.

“Help me James,” you whimpered, your voice breaking with desperation. You turned to face him, legs wide. “I need you.”

James didn't hesitate, camera still in hand he crossed the room in three long strides. He grabbed your hips, pulling you against him, his hard cock pressing insistently against your thigh. Even clothed, you could feel the girth of it.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he demanded, his voice low and husky.

“Your cock,” you gasped, your fingers still working furiously at your clit. “I need to feel you inside me.”

James's grip on the camera tightened. He chuckled low in his throat. "How about I give you a command?" he suggested. "And you follow it exactly."

You nodded eagerly, your body humming with need. "Yes," you breathed, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

He lifted the camera higher, framing you perfectly. "Suck my cock while I record," he instructed.

Your pulse quickened even more at his words, the thought of performing for him, of being watched so intimately, sending a thrill through you. You moved without hesitation, dropping to your knees before him. The cool air of the room brushed against your skin, making you shiver, but the heat radiating from James soon warmed you.

James adjusted the camera, ensuring every angle would be captured. His breath hitched as you reached out, your fingers curling around the waistband of his pants. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze through the lens, and slowly began to pull his pants down. Your hands trembled slightly with eagerness, but you maintained eye contact, letting him see the hunger in your eyes.

His cock sprang free, already hard and eager for your touch. You wrapped your fingers around it, feeling the warmth and hardness against your palm. A soft gasp escaped you at the sensation, and you saw James's eyes darken with desire as he watched you.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice rough with pleasure.

Encouraged, you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against the tip of his cock. The taste of him, slightly salty and utterly intoxicating, made your mouth water. You flicked your tongue out, tasting him fully, delighting in the way his hips twitched beneath your ministrations.

James groaned, his fingers tightening on the camera as he recorded every second. "That's it," he urged, his voice strained. "Take me in your mouth."

You obeyed, opening your mouth wider and taking him in. The head of his cock pressed against the back of your throat, and you swallowed reflexively, sucking gently. Your hand continued to stroke him, matching the rhythm of your mouth, as you worked to bring him pleasure.

The sounds in the room were intimate and raw—your wet slurping noises, James's ragged breaths, and the faint whirr of the camera. Each noise seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment, making the air crackle with electricity.

You glanced up again, your eyes locking with James's through the lens. He looked wild with desire, his chest heaving with each breath, and you felt a surge of pride and arousal at being able to elicit such a response from him.

James's free hand came to rest on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Fuck, you look so good like this," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Keep going, baby."

You moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. His hips bucked involuntarily, and you took the opportunity to deepen your suction, sliding your mouth farther down his length.

James's grip on your hair tightened, guiding you as he thrust into your mouth. The sensation of being controlled, of being used for his pleasure, was incredibly arousing. You reveled in it, your own need growing with each passing second.

Your tongue swirled around him, exploring every inch of his shaft as you kept your eyes locked on his. Completely devoted to him, the connection you two shared was palpable with lust.

James's breathing grew more erratic, his movements becoming jerky as he neared his climax. "Fuck, I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice strained. "Where do you want it?"

You pulled off his cock, gasping for breath, and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "On my tits," you begged, your voice hoarse. "Please, James."

He didn't need to be told twice. With a low growl, he aimed his cock at your chest, his hand moving faster on his shaft. The first spurt of come hit your skin with surprising force, splattering across your breasts. You gasped and the sensation of his hot release settling onto your skin.

James continued to orgasm, his hips jerking as his release erupted from him. Wave after wave of hot cum coated your chest, the sticky substance pooling between your breasts and trailing down to your navel.

You stared up at him in awe, feeling a sense of accomplishment at having brought him to such an intense climax. He panted heavily, his face flushed with exertion, as he finally lowered the camera onto the dresser, its lens still focused on you two.

Wiping his hand across his forehead, "fuck, you're amazing," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

Rising to your feet, you smiled up at him, your body thrumming with satisfaction. "I love giving you a good show," you admitted, your voice soft and sincere.

James leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting himself on you, and you moaned into the kiss, your body arching towards his.

"Now, I want to taste you.”

Before you could respond, he sank to his knees, his hands gripping your thighs. His tongue darted out, licking a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh, God,” you cried out, your body trembling with anticipation. “Don’t stop.”

James chuckled darkly, his tongue flicking back to your clit, circling it with relentless pressure. His fingers found their way to your entrance, slipping inside you with ease. You moaned loudly, your hips rocking against his hand, needing more.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh. “Just from sucking my cock.”

His thumb pressed firmly against your clit, rubbing in time with his fingers thrusting inside you. The pleasure built higher and higher, threatening to overwhelm you. You could feel the orgasm hovering just on the edge, ready to rip out of your chest.

“I’m close,” you panted, your voice strangled with need. “Please, James, I need…”

“Come for me,” he growled, his thumb flicking rapidly over your clit. “Let go.”

The command pushed you over the edge. Your body convulsed, a scream of release tearing from your throat as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. James held you steady, his fingers and thumb working relentlessly until you collapsed against the vanity, gasping for breath.

He gathered you into his arms, cradling you close as you both fought to catch your breath.

“Mmm,” you hummed, nuzzling into his neck. "Do you have enough tape, I wanna take this to the bedroom."

James looked at you with wide eyes,

"Well, we can always record over something else."

Random NSFW stuff I feel like James would say (dom and sub version)

18+ mentions of a mommy and daddy kink.

Dom:

"You look so beautiful/handsome like that... stretch yourself a little more"

"You're so good for me. You make me so proud, baby."

"No, don't worry, I'll handle it."

"Think you could give me a hand?" (He says this at some point in game and all I could think of was him palming himself🤭)

"You can handle a few more minutes, dear..."

"Be patient."

"We can stop whenever you want, honey."

"I love the way you taste...."

"Can you take me a little deeper? Just do your best, my love."

"You're too good for me, baby."

"Keep moving like that.... good girl/boy/good job"

"Your mouth feels so good..."

Sub:

"Can I play with the toy? Y'know...the...the one that... that you have the controller for....don't make me say it... please... please let me use it... at least for 3 minutes?"

"Am I a good boy when I take it like that...?"

"I want to be your handsome, boy.... adorable just for you..."

"Can you put your fingers in my mouth.....in the back?"

"Mommy/daddy! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to talk back!"

"It's so embarrassing....but don't stop, please."

"Please, I'll do anything to cum, anything!"

"I can't cum unless you give me permission!"

"Thank you, mommy/daddy!"

"Put it on my face, please!"

"Can I watch you, mommy/daddy?"

"Fuck me deeper, please....right there....please make me cum....I'm your good boy! Your little toy... please? I'll be so good!"

Hey yall, so I was just pondering while plotting this Salesman smut from Squid Game and had a thought.... what would a threesome between these two be like? Like, Salesman is more teasing, more sadistic, and James is more serious, more gentle. Crossover right now! How would a threesome with James and the Salesman go?

Might fuck around and write something when I get the time to...

Yall, Benatar smut is in the near future. So is Puff Puff smut cuz yfm needs more content. Ofc, feel free to request. I'm kinda worried though since it seems like most yfm fans are minors (ironically). So minors, DNI, you'll be blocked.

No cuz, I'm just getting into Silent Hill 2, and I didn't get it at first, but after seeing remake James and the fics and all other James propaganda like I GET IT. I literally got converted.

For the James smut asks, I wouldn't mind your list of what kinks you think he has

Heck yeah nonnie, I sure can do that!

Warnings: smut, impact play, a bit of unhealthy sexual behaviours

James Sunderland kinks headcanons:

Praise/Humiliation kink: to you, he’s always willing to show you and himself how good of a partner he can be. He’s attentive, gentle and constantly praises and compliments you in the moment: how good you’re making him feel, how great you’re taking it or how fucking ready he’s to do anything you want. For him, he’ll enjoy either. Taking a slap hearing how pathetic he is for oozing pre-cum for you when you barely touched him? Heck yeah. Hearing gentle murmurs calling him “good boy” and how good he fucks you? He’s the happiest man.

Talking about slapping him - he will like impact play He asks for you to do that at one point and if you’re on board - he’ll ask for you to do that from time to time when he’s in the mood. Slapping across the cheek, or tugging his head by the hair. He’d be into that at times, his feelings of guilt and self-hatred never leaving for good. I believe he’ll also be not very knowledgeable about proper BDSM rules, so learning how to do stuff ethically will be on you, unfortunately. It will never delve into something very deep, so just mutual agreement before doing some things, or him asking to do something explicitly + safe word would do. I don’t think his habits would be very healthy tbh though. I don’t think he’d ever want to be rough with you in return. Though, if you’d ask him to spank your butt - he’d do that and enjoy it.

One thing that is also crossing borders with his tendencies is edge play. He’ll be a pathetic whimpering mess after a few times you deny him his orgasm. I don’t think he’ll be able to last for long, but a few rounds is something he could do. He’ll beg for you and cry when you stop and force him to wait yet again, yet he’s enjoying every second of it and the way the orgasm feels when you allow him to reach his peak at last. It’s the mix of emotional impact and the way it physically feels for him. With you he tried an edge play a few times - but you’re so pliant and sweet, that he cannot stop himself in time and with light chuckle he decides to just give you few orgasms instead.

"You Keep Your Eyes on Me"

Tag: @gongyoosgf and @cybrasigilism

Salesman x G/N!Reader

18+ Smut, MDNI

Summary: Just a typical Friday night, playing some games with your favorite Salesman...

⚠️Tags/Warnings: Jump straight into action (no buildup), Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, G/N masturbation, Gunplay, filming, bone gag/gagging, edging, denial, praise, dick tapping, dacryphillia, degradation, pet names (doll, baby, puppy), a hint of petplay??? genital slapping (kept vague for G/N), sex toys/hitachi wand, spreader bar mentioned, handcuffs, mutual masturbation (Salesman is jerking it to the sight of you), mutual orgasm, cumshot, aftercare, the Salesman may be catching feelings🤔

Your eyes lazily gaze into the mirror, that soft red light shining back at you as you bit down on the silicone bone even harder. The cool, metal rings bounded by the leather straps leaving its imprints on your cheek. You shake the bar that parted your ankles, keeping your thighs wide open for him.

He is looming over you, with that typical smug smile of his. He extends the pole with the wand attached to it, before pressing it against your swollen sex. You shake violently, feeling the vibrations build up to your release until---

"Ohhh... not so fast. Patience." The Salesman says, pulling the pole away and massaging your shoulder. You growl through the gag and glare at him through the mirror. He cocks an eyebrow and says, "Slow and steady wins the race. Calm down, doll." That smile creeping into his voice before he sighs and settles between your thighs.

You watch with dilated pupils, the chains linking the leather cuffs rattling when you try to reach out and touch him. He steps back and waves the tip of his handgun as he says softly, "Ah, ah, ahh! No touching."

You let out a whine, making him chuckle before stepping closer once again. The room echoes with the jingle of his belt, before he springs out. His tip glistened in the shade of the pink tint the room provided. His precum dripping onto your stomach. He strokes himself slowly, teasing you with every stiff pump his fist made before lining himself up.... only to lightly slap his cock against your tender skin. You moan, resulting in his laughter slipping out of his lips before he pulls back once again...

When he steps to his spot, behind your back, he places his hands on your shoulders and begins to lightly rub them. You tense up at the sudden feeling of his firm, calloused hands gliding against your hot skin, but he hushes you and whispers in your ear, "Go on, doll, touch yourself. Do it for me to watch. Put on a show that I can watch now.... and forever..."

You both shift your gaze to the recorder that was propped onto a stand, facing the mirror. The piercing red light blinked and blended in with the lights that dangled from the ceiling. You knew he was recording, you both agreed to do so. But still... to think he'd be watching this later...

You look up at him, feeling a little self-conscious. The reality of your fantasy was finally settling in... you are being filmed for his pleasure, all while he plans to watch you perform. It seems as though he caught on, and he massages your shoulders more while he speaks softly, "Baby, it's just us. No one will see the video except me, and yourself, if you want to watch. If you want it to stop, then you can shake your handcuffs 3 times, and I'll stop everything. The recording, the scene, everything. Alright? This is just a game. But you always have the option to pause or quit."

You nod, feeling relieved by his reassurance of the safe signal you two settled upon prior to the scene. You go to reach for the wand, when the Salesman pulls it away and says, "I have a different idea for this round. Something challenging, but fun nonetheless. How about, you use your fingers to touch yourself, and you use my gun to get off?"

His hands graze your shoulder, before trailing down your arms only to stop at your nipples. He rubs the buds in circular motions before saying, "And don't worry about a thing. It's completely unloaded." He then takes out the revolver and spins the barrels in front of your eyes.

"See?" He asks, and sure enough, the barrel was completely empty. He circulates his rough fingers around your areola and flicks your nipples, feeling them firm up as an airy moan slips out from his lips. He presses up against your shoulder, his cock becoming more apparent in your face. He tears a package from his pocket and rolls on the rubber onto the gun. He grins and says playfully, "A condom on a gun. That's definitely something new! Huh?"

He hands you his gun, and waits patiently, the smile still plastered on his face. You hold the weapon, feeling it's cold hard weight against the palm of your hand that juxtaposed the warm, soft, slippery rubber that had been applied onto it. Carefully, you guided the gun between your thighs, brushing against your skin while the handle caused your handcuffs to clatter and jingle against each other. You fumbles with it, steel slapping steel, yet your skin wasn't slapping against his.

The Salesman sees this, and smiles. His fist slowly stroking himself at the sight of you struggling to simply insert the gun. He chuckles, and moans in satisfaction at your issue. He looks at you through the reflective glass and says, "Are you struggling, doll? Can't even do something as simple as this?" He grabs the gun from you and continues, "It's okay, I was expecting that. Allow me to do all of the work. You just sit there and look pretty."

You watch with wide eyes as he drags the cool steel against your skin. Your thighs flinch, but his hand pins one down, forcing you open. The veins on his hand pulse when he grips your thigh, slathering his precum on your skin. The Salesman bends over to whisper in your ear, "Very good. You're doing so well for me. Now, keep those legs open." With that, he carefully slips the tip of the weapon into your sex. You feel the cold rubber contrasting your heat, making your hole clutch around the gun.

He sees this through the mirror how your hole pulses from the adrenaline of the revolver. You leak with arousal and the sight of it alone made him want to finish right then and there. But this man had a disturbing amount of patience. He harshly slaps his rough palm against your sensitive spot, which caused you to yelp like a puppy through the bone gag. He laughs at your position and says, "Poor puppy, so sensitive and all I did was put it in. Keep biting that bone. It's the only way you'll ever learn to be quiet."

His words sent a rush of pleasure down your body, and when you were close, his warm demeanor drops immediately. He slaps your parts again, harder this time. He clutches your jaw and hisses out, "Did I say you could cum? Hm? No. I didn't. If you cum without my permission, you will be disqualified. If you're disqualified.... then..."

You mutter against the silicone bone that stayed propped in your mouth. The Salesman chuckles and leans his ear against your lips, his disheveled black hair tickling your nose as he says, "Sorry? Come again? I can't quite hear you."

You mutter again, making him fight back the urge to laugh at you. He grabs the tight leather straps and unbuckles the gag. He pulls the black bone away, drawing a string of saliva from your mouth while the rest poured out onto you.

You stretch your mouth, trying to relieve yourself from the discomfort of being contorted for so long when the Salesman tsks in a mocking fashion, "Look at what you've done! You poked a hole in my property!" He shows you the pierced gag, before petting your head and saying, "But it's okay. You'll pay for damages, right? We can work out your debt."

You frantically nod, tears welling up in your eyes from his smacking. He presses his cheek against yours and licks the salty trail down your face before he whispers, "Good puppy. I know you'll take accountability for your actions. I did train you, after all. Now then, what was that you were trying to tell me? What will happen if you are disqualified?"

Your predicament alone could bring you to tears. Spread open for some Salesman you met off the street in front of a mirror, deprived from pleasure, and yet still craving more of his games.

You choke back a sob from the sensual humiliation so you could speak, "If... I'm disqualified, I can't cum for 2 months." The Salesman beams at your response and replies in a condescending tone, "Correct! Such a smart puppy! What if you complain about your punishment?"

You sniffle and continue, "If I complain.... you double the punishment....4 months." He nods and extends the pole with the hitachi wand. He presses the vibrator against the swollen skin between your thighs before pushing the tip of the gun deeper into you. He pats your head and rests the pile onto your shoulder. A few hums muffled between his lips and then he speaks, "As I said before, you will touch yourself in front of this mirror for me to watch. You will not cum until I say so. I will set a timer, you have 30 minutes. With every whine, beg, or cry, I will add an additional 10 minutes, and if you moan... an extra 20 minutes will be added. Good luck doll, you will certainly need it."

You look at yourself, legs parted and reflected by the glass. You were glistening with sweat and the lubricant from the condom ran down your thighs. You press the wand against yourself, feeling the vibrations build up to pure pleasure only for you to push your cuffed wrists under the top and lift up the pole, stopping yourself from going over the edge. The Salesman spectates, jerking off and staring at you with a lustful gaze. His precum dripping and running down your shoulder while you fucked yourself in front of the mirror. You looked at the camera, which had been recording all along.

You avert your eyes, humiliated and flustered by your predicament. It was then that the Salesman holds your chin and turns it to the mirror while he said, "You keep your eyes on me."

It felt likes ages... but it's only been 2 minutes. Just 28 minutes to go.

When the time passed, and you were down to 2 minutes, the Salesman slaps his cock against your cheek as he says, "Look at you, baby. You're a natural. How about this, since you've been so good for me, I'll countdown. I'll count down from 10 to 0. When I get to 0, you can cum. The punishments for failing this are the same as the ones we spoke of. Now... 10... 9..."

The Salesman counts down, massaging your inner thigh and encouraging you, "Good, good. You're holding out just the way I taught you. Deep breath, in and out...yes... good job. 8...7....6....5...."

You try to steady your breathing, waiting for his permission. You briefly contract against the gun, throbbing as the vibrator sends waves of pleasure to your core. Your breaths stutter, but the Salesman slaps your inner thigh and pinches your nipple while he scolds, "Quit it, bitch! Not until I say so!" He lets out a breath, pumping himself and whispering in your ear, "There we go... slow and steady. Breathe.... 4...3...2....1...hold it...." The salesman keeps you on edge for 10 extra seconds, a few extra seconds of extrauciating pleasure, and then finally he says...

"0... congratulations, you have reached the end. Go on... you have my permission."

The gratifying euphoria of his calm but firm confirmation brought the throbbing hot sensation of you coming undone right before his very eyes. Your body ripples with pleasure as the room's pink hue highlighted the way your face contorted and relaxed from the high the Salesman had blessed you with. You could hear him let out a deep moan. That was when you felt your chest become covered in his cum. Thick ropes of his climax painted your skin and glistened from the room's atmosphere. You were both heaving, trying to calm down from the aftershocks of what had happened.

The Salesman unlocks the handcuffs that bounded you to the pole and the spreader bar. He rubs your limbs and kisses you on the head. He whispers, "You did such an amazing job, puppy. You're so good to me. I don't know what I did to get someone as sweet as you. Now then, let's play a new game. A bath game, this time. You wash me, and I'll wash you. Whoever finishes washing their partner first...hm... they can get a treat. How about it?"

You nod, giving him a shy smile while he wiped your tears. He is well aware of the intensity of this scene. Especially with the gunplay, you never did that before. While he doesn't know what you two are exactly, he does know that he, much to his surprise, gets concerned for you. He doesn't know why, but he seems to enjoy looking out for you.

He stretches your body, rubbing away the aches that remained from your games. He then wraps his arm around your shoulder, and carefully takes you to the bathroom.

In a quiet room, the hot water splashes while your chest presses against his. Despite the grey area in the relationship, you had to admit, it is pretty intimate. Even he thought the same. He is so used to having an empty house, and this aftercare after every session was causing something to change within him...

Whatever the case may be, the Salesman holds you close and speaks softly,

"You know... I could get used to this..."