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Steven remembered falling asleep.
The next thing he knew he found that he was at the museum in a little visited corner. But the remoteness of the corner did nothing to soothe the shock of discovering that he was entirely naked.
Naked and on his knees and elbows with his ass arched up, eager and ready.
He could hear voices murmuring, not close, but he went to move, to sit up, to cover himself, whatever, only to have a hot and firm hand land square in the middle of his back pushing him down holding him in place.
Steven choked down an aborted cry.
“Hush, Steven,” Marc murmured. “You don’t want to bring everyone running.”
Craning his neck back, Steven saw Marc kneeling up dressed in khakis and shirt but with his flies undone and his hard cock fully on display.
“Marc?” Steven questioned breathlessly, looking away. It was too much.
Marc hummed non-committedly, sweeping the hand he had pressed to Steven’s back down his flank to his hips before bringing both his hands up to knead firmly at his ass.
Steven’s mind had been racing with all the surprises in the last few moments, but as Marc took firm hold of his bare ass a delightful shiver ran through his body whiting out his mind and pleasure overtook panic.
His cock which had hung soft between his thighs now began to chub and his hips canted back into Marc’s questing hands.
“That’s it sweetheart,” Marc crooned, “Now you are getting with the program.”
One of Marc’s fingers trailed dry and teasing down the cleft of Steven’s ass pausing to press teasingly at his furled pucker before tracing down to his balls.
Biting his lips to keep from moaning at the tease, Steven turned again.
His face burning, Steven asked, “Wha-. . .what is going on?”
“Oh honey, look at your face,” Marc cooed. “Blushing and lovely.”
Steven ducked his face to stifle a moan at Marc’s words, but he looked back again questions still in his eyes.
“Come on baby, you know that this is your fantasy. A hair’s breadth from being discovered by all your coworkers, naked and flushed and wanting. Your cute little ass, high and just begging for my cock.”
Steven whimpered, his cock now fully hard and leaking onto the floor between his knees.
“But don’t worry, darling,” Marc said, taking a slow pull of his own cock wet with his own precum. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”
Steven heard rather than saw a snap behind him before feeling a slicked finger return to his hole, teasing and pressing lightly. Unable to help himself, Steven moaned and pushed back towards the finger. He felt so empty and desperate for Marc to fill him up.
Marc chuckled lowly, “Oh sweetheart, you do want everyone to hear you. Making all that noise. Donna definitely would come investigate.” Marc plunged in his finger to the second knuckle to emphasize the point as Steven gasped and thrust back. “Doubt she’d be surprised at what a wanton slut you are. Only really good for taking cock.”
Adding more slick and another finger, Marc continued, “The very best use for you would be to keep you naked and slicked up. Always ready to be bred. That pretty cock of yours mostly for show, so that everyone can see just how much you love it.”
Steven thought he was going to chew through his lip to try to keep quiet. The filth Marc’s low voice poured into his ear and the fingers that worked in and out of his hole stirred him to new heights. He was desperate for some relief but he dare not reach for his own cock, as Marc said, it was just for show. If he couldn’t do that then there was only one alternative.
“Marc, please,” Steven gasped out.
“Please what, honey?” Marc crooned, pushing in a third finger.
The stretch was exquisite, but not nearly enough.
“Please. Fill me,” Steven panted, and with a moan begged, “‘M so empty.”
With no further prompting, Marc slid forward yanking out his fingers causing Steven to gasp before replacing them finally with the blunt, shining head of his cock which he pressed in, slow, and firm, inexorable.
Steven sweated and writhed as Marc pressed in, so deliciously full. The hollow, empty feeling, a distant memory.
Marc did not so much as pause until his balls bumped gently into Steven’s.
As Marc paused, Steven had a flash of what they would look like if someone should find them. Steven naked on his knees and elbows. Cock hard and untouched, leaking onto the floor between his parted thighs. Face flushed red and sweating, with his lips plump with biting them to keep quiet. Marc kneeling behind him, completely dressed, the only part of him bared, hidden inside Steven.
Steven shivered in delight at the thought and with the intoxicating fullness. It was almost too much, and then Marc moved and it became impossibly better.
“Baby, look at you taking me so sweetly,” Marc purred, settling his hands on Steven’s hips holding him as he thrust in slow and shallow to start. “You’re practically pulling me in, your hole is so hungry.”
Whining, Steven threw back his hips wanting it harder. Faster. More.
Perversely, Marc slowed. Pulling almost all the way out while grabbing two handfuls of Steven’s ass and spreading his cheeks.
“You have such a pretty hole, darling. Glistening and stretched out from my cock. Look how much it wants me inside you,” Marc teased, while Steven screwed his eyes shut waiting for him to push back into him where he belonged.
Releasing one of the cheeks, Marc pressed a finger in alongside his cock pulling a strangled whine from Steven’s throat. He played lightly with the rim while Steven quivered in an effort to remain still.
“You like that, baby? Bet I could stretch you out. Fill your hole up, get it to gape,” Marc chuckled and slowly began to thrust his cock in and out while his finger curled and stroked at Steven’s walls.
“But that’s not for today,” Marc assured, pulling his finger out returning his grip to Steven’s hip. With a sharp pull, Marc thrust fully into Steven before setting a punishing pace.
Steven closed his eyes and throw back his hips revelling in finally getting the fucking that he so desperately needed from Marc. When Marc shifted his angle, Steven saw stars as his prostate was hit. The choked-off wail telling Marc that he’d hit the right spot.
“You’re trying so, so hard to be quiet, darling. Wouldn’t you rather just let it all out? They’d all come running to see, all those eyes would be on you. Watching you, wanting you. They’d not be content to just watch you, oh no, they’d want to get their hands on you. Pinch those pretty nipples of yours, tease that pretty cock. They’d love to put a finger in you. Push past your pretty lips and make you suck them. Put their fingers in your greedy hole.”
Steven was practically crying with the overwhelming lust from the pictures Marc was spinning before his closed eyes.
“But honey, you have to know that they can’t,” Marc’s whisper turned savage and his thrusts hit harder. “And you know why?”
Marc thrust fully in and stopped before leaning down over Steven’s back. Steven could feel Marc’s hot breath washing over his ear, “Because you’re mine.”
That was all it took for Steven, his orgasm ripped through him taking all thought with it. His cock spurted completely untouched jerking up towards his belly. Before he was even finished cumming, Marc slammed into him two more times and Steven felt warm cum fill his hole.
Steven’s arms gave out but Marc caught him and lowered him to the floor. Sound seemed to filter back in and Steven heard Marc crooning endearments and random praises about how good he was while his hands ran over him in soothing caresses.
Steven wanted to say something, but darkness took him before he could regain the use of his tongue. Just as it washed over him, Steven felt Marc bestow a kiss on his forehead and he slipped into unconsciousness with a smile.
The End.