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Love is Suicide
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M through R › The Mighty Boosh
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,309
Reviews:
3
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0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own The Mighty Boosh, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three: Bondage and Tears
A/N: well here's chapter three, hope thee like! (BTW thanks for my first review carmeneyes! ^_^)
Howard leads me to my side of the bed. I become immediately curious and suspicious… “Here, what are you going to do?” Howard just smiles the smile he saves for when he has a naughty plan, and says, “I want you to close your eyes for me.”
I close my eyes, and after about 30 seconds I feel something being tied around my head.
“Ok you can open up now.” I try to open my eyes. “You silly berk,” I say, “I’ve got a blindfold around my eyes, how could I open them?” All I can hear is Howard rummaging round for something. Abruptly the rummaging stops and I begin to feel nervous. Then I feel warm soft hands caressing my back, moving round my torso to the front of my shirt, and beginning to unbutton it, slowly and agonisingly.
I start feeling like a fool, just standing half-naked while my lover undresses me. As Howard begins to work on my bottom half, I grow increasingly more aroused until I am fully naked and fully aroused, standing in front of Howard, who pushes me gently down onto the bed. “Lie down” he says, commandingly but gently, and I can clearly hear the clink of something Howard is holding… handcuffs! The kinky bitch, I thought, he knows I’ve wanted to try bondage for ages!
Suddenly I feel the cold metal of the handcuffs against my wrists, and as Howard puts the other handcuff on my left arm, I notice he is taking extra care to avoid hurting my upper arm while he is holding me.
I suddenly feel like saying something. “OK, so I’m handcuffed to the bed, blindfolded and ever so slightly aroused. What now?” Howard just says ‘Shh,’ and I become nervous again. I suddenly feel sensual kisses planted onto my lips, then my neck, every inch of my neck. Howard slowly moves downwards, taking great care to plant tiny kisses onto every last centimetre of my goose pimpled body, from my chest, to my stomach, then down to my outer legs, down to my feet, back up the left inner leg… I strain, desperate for Howard to get to that one place, the one ache I need satisfying the most…
Howard misses and moves to my right inner thigh, all the while caressing my chest and stomach.
When he is finished, he bends down and slowly, deliberately, breathes out onto my aching, throbbing, rock hard erection. I gasp in frustration, knowing I can do nothing, and Howard could tease me for as long as he wants. Suddenly, without warning, I feel a warm wetness around my penis. I hiss in satisfaction – but as soon as I begin to feel any sort of pleasure, Howard releases me.
“Please – Howard – just – do something – I need it.” I whisper harshly. Silence answers. “…Howard?” Unexpectedly I feel a cool palm on my erection and gasp. I realise Howard is lubricating my penis, ready for penetration. Another minute or so passes while Howard, I assume, prepares himself. Then I feel Howard position himself as he lets me enter a little at a time. I hear Howard gasp in almost immediate pleasure, and then feel it myself. “G-god, Howard” Is all I can manage.
Howard begins to move up and down on top of me and, feeling incredibly aroused by the role reversal, I begin to meet his thrusts. For several minutes, the only noises that can be heard are the intermittent groaning of pleasure from each of us. Then suddenly, the pace picks up, Howard almost slamming down on top of me, again and again, until both of us reach our blinding, magnificent climax and Howard collapses, exhausted, on top of me.
After a while, Howard shifts and I feel cool hands taking off the handcuffs tying me to the bed. I sit up, and Howard sets about taking my blindfold off. I blink a few times, to find Howard staring at me with indescribable love and affection.
We lie back down again, and no words are needed to explain the love we feel… until Howard realises I’m crying silently.
“What’s up, little man? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I smile at Howard through my tears. “No, of course not. I’m crying because… because I love you so much that it aches, and I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to force us apart.” Howard smiles, then I realise he’s crying too. We lie in each other’s arms for hours, our tears each silently mingling with the other’s.
A/N:Updating soon if thee likes!
Howard leads me to my side of the bed. I become immediately curious and suspicious… “Here, what are you going to do?” Howard just smiles the smile he saves for when he has a naughty plan, and says, “I want you to close your eyes for me.”
I close my eyes, and after about 30 seconds I feel something being tied around my head.
“Ok you can open up now.” I try to open my eyes. “You silly berk,” I say, “I’ve got a blindfold around my eyes, how could I open them?” All I can hear is Howard rummaging round for something. Abruptly the rummaging stops and I begin to feel nervous. Then I feel warm soft hands caressing my back, moving round my torso to the front of my shirt, and beginning to unbutton it, slowly and agonisingly.
I start feeling like a fool, just standing half-naked while my lover undresses me. As Howard begins to work on my bottom half, I grow increasingly more aroused until I am fully naked and fully aroused, standing in front of Howard, who pushes me gently down onto the bed. “Lie down” he says, commandingly but gently, and I can clearly hear the clink of something Howard is holding… handcuffs! The kinky bitch, I thought, he knows I’ve wanted to try bondage for ages!
Suddenly I feel the cold metal of the handcuffs against my wrists, and as Howard puts the other handcuff on my left arm, I notice he is taking extra care to avoid hurting my upper arm while he is holding me.
I suddenly feel like saying something. “OK, so I’m handcuffed to the bed, blindfolded and ever so slightly aroused. What now?” Howard just says ‘Shh,’ and I become nervous again. I suddenly feel sensual kisses planted onto my lips, then my neck, every inch of my neck. Howard slowly moves downwards, taking great care to plant tiny kisses onto every last centimetre of my goose pimpled body, from my chest, to my stomach, then down to my outer legs, down to my feet, back up the left inner leg… I strain, desperate for Howard to get to that one place, the one ache I need satisfying the most…
Howard misses and moves to my right inner thigh, all the while caressing my chest and stomach.
When he is finished, he bends down and slowly, deliberately, breathes out onto my aching, throbbing, rock hard erection. I gasp in frustration, knowing I can do nothing, and Howard could tease me for as long as he wants. Suddenly, without warning, I feel a warm wetness around my penis. I hiss in satisfaction – but as soon as I begin to feel any sort of pleasure, Howard releases me.
“Please – Howard – just – do something – I need it.” I whisper harshly. Silence answers. “…Howard?” Unexpectedly I feel a cool palm on my erection and gasp. I realise Howard is lubricating my penis, ready for penetration. Another minute or so passes while Howard, I assume, prepares himself. Then I feel Howard position himself as he lets me enter a little at a time. I hear Howard gasp in almost immediate pleasure, and then feel it myself. “G-god, Howard” Is all I can manage.
Howard begins to move up and down on top of me and, feeling incredibly aroused by the role reversal, I begin to meet his thrusts. For several minutes, the only noises that can be heard are the intermittent groaning of pleasure from each of us. Then suddenly, the pace picks up, Howard almost slamming down on top of me, again and again, until both of us reach our blinding, magnificent climax and Howard collapses, exhausted, on top of me.
After a while, Howard shifts and I feel cool hands taking off the handcuffs tying me to the bed. I sit up, and Howard sets about taking my blindfold off. I blink a few times, to find Howard staring at me with indescribable love and affection.
We lie back down again, and no words are needed to explain the love we feel… until Howard realises I’m crying silently.
“What’s up, little man? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I smile at Howard through my tears. “No, of course not. I’m crying because… because I love you so much that it aches, and I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to force us apart.” Howard smiles, then I realise he’s crying too. We lie in each other’s arms for hours, our tears each silently mingling with the other’s.
A/N:Updating soon if thee likes!