word list Prompt #192 – Word List

[Renee Stevens]

Use the following words in a story – baseball, handcuffs, torn pants, dollar bill, and a nun.

[joann414]

Christmas Habits

 

 

" Quit bitching at me please and hand me my Christmas sweater Marky.  I need to go down and finish getting stuff ready for the party tonight."  KC whined.  He stood in the center of their bedroom in his boxers with little green elves all over them and red furry socks with a bell at the top that jingled as he tapped his foot impatiently as he glared at Mark who was rummaging through the large cedar chest in the corner of the room looking for their matching sweaters.

 

KC cursed loudly when a pair of old black torn pants hit him in the face.  " Why do you keep all of this shit KC?  Half of it is not worth having."

 

Looking down at the pants in his hands KC murmured.  " These are my favs, and I was going to have them fixed.  I consider them my lucky pants since I had them on the day that I met you."  Seeing that his words had no effect on the flustered man still digging in the chest, he checked the pockets of the pants, finding a folded dollar bill in the back pocket and then threw them into the closet hoping to come back and get them without the other man knowing it.

 

Mark frantically lifted out all the folded sweaters hoping to spot the two red and green ones he was looking for when he saw a baseball in the corner of the chest. " What the hell is a baseball doing in a cedar chest KC?  Can you answer that or were you keeping it in here for some stupid reason that totally escapes me?"  Mark was getting angry at this point.  He finally spotted the two sweaters in the back stack of folded clothes underneath some large heavy black piece of clothing.  Dragging the stack of stuff out he layed them onto the floor beside him and pulled out the two sweaters.  Then, he curiously unfolded the black material and could not believe what he saw.  It was a nun's habit.  " What the hell are you doing with a nun's habit KC?" he asked genuinely interested in what his boyfriend's answer would be to this one.

 

KC blushed and said, " I was in the play in the little theatre downtown called " The Flying Nun."  Surely you remember that tv show Marky because it was so cool.  I loved it. "  KC gushed excitedly.

 

By this time Mark was standing up holding the habit in front of him and asked curiously.  " Were there no females vying for the part of the nun?  You know, don't even answer that KC."

 

KC reached and grabbed one of the sweaters and as it unfolded a fuzzy pair of red hand-cuffs fell to the floor.  Seeing this, Mark got a look on his face that KC knew all too well.  KC looked at the habit in Mark's hands and the hand-cuffs on the floor between them and stammered out nervously, " No way Marky.  I draw the line at dressing up as a nun or a priest for that matter to have kinky sex with you.  Nope, no way."

 

Mark was staring at KC like a sexual predator by this time as he picked up scissors from the dresser and slit the center of the back of the habit neatly down the center.  He could already imagine KC's firm little butt peaking out from between the black folds, and felt his body responding to the thoughts.  " Boxers off now, KC, and no if ands or butts about it.  If you had not kept all this useless stuff, I would have never found them, so we are going to make use of them."

 

KC knew by the look on Mark's face and the tent in his boxers that there was not a chance in hell that he was going to get out of this one and actually felt his own body heating up as he dropped the Christmas boxers to the floor and held his arms up as Marky slipped the habit over his head.

 

Cassie and Jo Ann came out of the bakery and Jo Ann handed Cassie the cake she was carrying while she opened the door of the back seat of her truck and started taking the bakery goods from Cassie and arranging them on the backseat so they would ride safely.  " I still think the guys have something up their sleeve by asking us to help with their Christmas party and it really irks me because we were going to see " The Hobbitt" tonight with Wayne, but no, we have to go to this damn party."

 

Hoping to appease her roommate Cassie said patiently, " We will ask Wayne at the party if he wants to go to the matinee tomorrow afternoon.  I am sure he will love to, so let's go have a good time tonight."

 

Jo Ann got into the driver's side and waited patiently for Cassie to get settled before pulling out into the traffic and heading to KC's condo. " Did you remember the wine?" she asked Cassie as they pulled into the drive behind Mark's motorcycle.

 

" Yeah, and I also brought a tin of the fudge you made for the guys.  They love chocolate."  Cassie replied as she got out and opened the back door to start unloading their offerings for the party.

 

The two girls tapped on the front door of the condo with the boxes their baked good were in, but were not surprised when no one opened the door.  They knew KC was probably in the kitchen fussing worse than any woman trying to make everything perfect while Mark sat on his perch by the bar drinking beer and leering at his boyfriend while he was doing all the work.  Jo Ann balanced her boxes as she opened the door and pushed it open, standing to the side to let Cassie in.  The two girls headed through the large living area over to the empty kitchen, and deposited their food on the bar which already was filled with all kinds of party foods.  Two half filled wine glasses sat by the sink.  " They must be getting dressed.  I will just tap on the bedroom door and let them know we are out here." Cassie told Jo Ann

 

Jo Ann sipped out of one of the wine glasses watching Cassie head toward the bedroom only to see her stop and put a finger to her lips signaling her to be quiet and motioned Jo Ann to her.  As Jo Ann crossed the room she heard the distinct sound of bells in a jerky rhythm.  As she came to stand beside Cassie, there in full view through the open bedroom door, Mark, with his back to them was pounding away at what appeared to be a nun that was hand-cuffed to the foot of the bed with red fuzzy handcuffs.  Trying to stifle her laugh, Jo Ann hicupped instead getting Mark's attention.  Never missing a beat, he grinned devilishly at the girls.  KC, hearing the noise turned his head to see the girls standing there in shock.  All you could see was his red face beneath the head piece of the habit.  " Oh my god!"  he squealed as Marks continued going at him happily, now even more excited.

 

Cassie, finding her voice said, " You better call on someone who knows you KC, because I bet at this moment you are not in his good graces seeing what you are doing."  She laughed despite the situation, and by this time Jo Ann was doubled over in laughter not believing what she was witnessing.

 

When Wayne rang the bell of the condo thirty minutes later, Jo Ann answered the door still giggling and Cassie handed him a glass of wine saying, " Merry Christmas."   He sauntered into the living room where Mark sat on the couch looking like the cat that ate the canary and KC dressed identically in jeans and a Christmas sweater sat next to him, his face still a bright red, guzzling his beer looking uncomfortable as hell.

 

" Hi guys, what's happening?  Merry Christmas!" Wayne greeted them.  Mark responded happily, but when KC glanced up Wayne asked him curiously, " Why do you have that circle indented around your face KC?  Have you had some kind of mask on?"

 

The two girls burst out in laughter once again, and got even louder when KC's nerves got the best of him and he started shaking embarassment sending the tinkling of bells throughout the room causing the girls to cry in mirth.

[K.C.]

                                                               "Speaking of Which"

Jo Ann rushed out of the hidden back door that led to the strip-club where she worked.  Tugging on the long black outfit as she scurried along, grumbling, “Stupid costume night! I don’t know why in the world Wayne picked me, of all people to dress up as a nun? A stripper nun at that?”  walking to her car, she grabbed the hem to keep from tripping over the long fabric and several dollar bills fell out from underneath.

 

Rolling her eyes, “Straight men, jeez, I don’t know how this gets them turned on? Maybe all of those repressed feelings from Catholic School,” She answered her own question with a giggle.  There was nobody around.  The evening was clear and warm.  “I would rather hangout with a bunch of gays any day.  Speaking of which, I better get a move on or I’m going to be late.”  Jo Ann climbed behind the wheel and sped off into the night.

 

                        ***

“Am I late?” JoAnn called out bursting through Marky’s door without knocking.  The group of friends had become very close over the years and walked freely within each other’s homes wasn’t out of the ordinary.

 

“Not yet,” Cassy said cheerfully as she set a basket of bisects on the table.

 

Jo Ann gave Marky and KC both a quick kiss on their cheek before finding her spot at the table.  The meal was hearty, but the conversation was strained.

 

“Okay, so we all know why we’re here!” KC announced without any warning.

 

“Do we have to do this right now?” Marky’s eyes filled with fear.

 

“Yes, now! That was the point of us getting together like this.  Stu is away on a business trip and Robert isn’t flying home from visiting his family until Monday, so if we are going to do this then yes, it has to be now!”

 

Jo Ann bounced in her seat with excitement.  Cassy laced her fingers through the other woman’s and clapped them together.

“I told you that I read all about it--”

 

“Read, but never actually practiced on a living-breathing real life patient!” Marky snapped.

 

KC rolled his eyes, “C’mon Marky, stop being so dramatic, will ya?  I promise that I’ve studied this new kind of therapy called, ‘Disconnected Therapy,’ and I think this is exactly what you need to get over you…hmmmm…hang-ups.”

 

“Hang-up? You’re calling it a bloody hang-up, that I can’t have sex with my boyfriend--”

 

“Correction,” Jo Ann shouted overtop of Marky’s hysterical blather, “Technically, you can have sex with Stu, but not the other way around.”

 

Cassy added to Marky’s misery. “Sounds to me like he has bottom-phobia.”

 

Marky shot KC a dark scowl. “That better not find its way in JJ’s project either.”

 

KC burst out laughing.  He doubled over, gasping for air. “There’s not a chance in hell of that happening!”  Bringing everyone back to the task at hand, KC got his friends under control.  Cassy took the table scraps out to the animals, Jo Ann quickly cleared the dishes, and KC got an assortment of toys ready, while Marky sat nervously at the table.

 

“You just need to trust us.” KC reassured Marky.

 

“I trust you, but those girls….nope!” Marky said with his eyes narrowed on the two as they quickly got the kitchen tidied up and back in order.  Once they were done, KC held up a pair of shiny handcuffs.  Marky’s eyes went wide.

“What’s that for?”

 

“Cassy, hold him down,” KC instructed as he and Jo Ann got the big guy out of his shirt, but unfortunately, his pants tore before they freed his body and pulled them off his feet.

 

“Those were my favorite,” Marky protested.

 

“I’ll buy you another pair.” Jo Ann playfully winked at him putting him at ease.  It only took a moment for KC and the girls to overpower Marky.  His wrists were handcuffed to the kitchen table, yet his bare legs were free to move around.

 

“Going commando, sweet,” Cassie teased Marky, making his male member bounce, which brought a squeal of laughter to the girl.

“Cassie, would you stop tormenting Marky and get over here,” Jo Ann snapped, getting her lover’s attention.  “We need to decide who gets the first honor at Marky’s virgin ass.”

 

KC held a bowl with three white baseballs with red stitching.  Black lettering spelled out a name on each ball.  Cassie stuck her hand into the bowl and swirled the balls around in a circle, playing with them.  Laughing at the motion, she said, “Maybe we should let Marky pick, after all it is his ass.”

 

“Nope, that’s the entire point of ‘Disconnected Therapy,’ Marky doesn’t know what will happen.” KC told her with a wicked smile. “Speaking of which, it’s time for the blind fold.”

 

***

Marky’s world went dark.  He took several long deep breaths to settle his fears.  Fingers touched his body, warm fingers, ones with long nails, strong, soft, gentle and firm, touching every inch of his flesh.

 

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Marky stammered, yet the touching didn’t stop.

 

“Yes you can,” Jo Ann spoke softly against his ear.

 

“Try to disconnect from your mind.  Let your thoughts go and just feel what your body is experiencing,” KC instructed.  Marky relaxed.  He wanted to know which hands belonged to which of his friends, but he couldn’t tell.  Once one touch was soft for too long it increased pressure and was firm and strong.  It felt like a million fingertips on his skin, touching everywhere.

 

It could have went on for hours or seconds, Marky couldn’t tell, his mind was buzzing in state of bliss that his body was tremendously enjoying.  Suddenly his legs were eased open.  He flinched, snapping them back closed.

 

“Just relax,” Multiple voices said at once.  Marky shook his head, he had to be hallucinating, it sounded like more than three people, but his body was on fire and didn’t really care at the moment.  He was touched everywhere; kisses on his neck, while fingers rubbed his handcuffed arms, tongues licked both nipples simultaneously! Hands held his hips firm to the table while other hands spread his legs apart.  His calves were massaged as his entrance was lightly touched.

 

A loud moan escaped Marky’s hairy chest. The man bucked, pressing forward into the touch.

 

“I think he likes it,” KC giggled from somewhere on Marky’s left.

 

Lube was applied and he was stretched.  It was something Marky had done on his own many times before, but this time he wasn’t scared, he welcomed the uncomfortable feeling of pressure.  Marky lay on the table, waiting, panting, throbbing, desiring more.  His chest heaved, his throat constricted, his breath gasped when a hot piece of flesh entered his body.  It wasn’t artificial, it was real, and he was really taking it like a man.  Pushing forward a few inches at a time before back out had Marky’s body pulsing with pleasure.

 

“KC,” Marky’s strangled moan was low and throaty a mixture of pleasure and pain. “I just wish I had been able to let go like this with Stu,” Marky said as tears moistened his blindfold.  “It should have been him here with me for my first time.”

 

“Some time it’s just mind over matter.” KC voice sounded very far away.

 

Marky’s ears strained to listen to the other sounds in the room, his senses heightened.  Body’s moved but not in perfect timing.  There were grunts and moans around him, but Marky was no longer the center of attention.  Only on set of hands were on his chest as the weight of a strong male torso pressed between his legs.

 

“Is it really you, baby?” Marky’s lips trembled as the blindfold was pulled from his eyes.

 

Stu hovered over his lover with a smile on his face.  “When KC suggested this, I didn’t know if it would work, it sounded crazy, but at that point I was open to anything.”

 

Marky glanced around the room.  They weren’t alone, but their friends were occupied with their own loved ones.  KC was wrapped in Robert’s arms as the man he loved held his legs around his waist and pinned his body against the wall, making furious love to the smaller man.

 

Jo Ann and Cassy had fallen to the floor in a tangled heap of arms and legs, beautiful slim bodies twisted connecting flesh to flesh. 

Stu shuddered, bringing Marky’s attention back to them, the rest of the world quickly forgotten.  “Our friends really love you.  Speaking of which, I really love you too, but this wait has been killing me!”  Stu pressed kisses to Marky’s chest.

 

Marky bucked his hips, sending shocks through both of their bodies. “Well then, what are you still waiting for?”

 

Letting out a long throaty moan, Stu quickly complied.

[Andy78]

I was planning on writing a prompt story for this, but I've decided to really push the envelope and combine this prompt with our Spring anthology "A Night To Remember".  Oooh, this is gonna be good     .  GA be warned!

 

**the sheep cackles maniacally**

[Slytherin]

I was planning on writing a prompt story for this, but I've decided to really push the envelope and combine this prompt with our Spring anthology "A Night To Remember".  Oooh, this is gonna be good     .  GA be warned!

 

**the sheep cackles maniacally**

worth waiting for I'm sure   KC's and Joann's posts was so funny -  made me laugh like a madman

[CassieQ]

I love how you guys just drag me along on these sick, demented prompts.  

 

Please don't stop  

[joann414]

OMG KC, I will have sweet dreams tonite!!!!!lol

[layla]

{Decided to use the cast of Desolation Angels to try my hand at this one}

 

Sionn stepped into the kitchen, a blast of cold gusting in behind him, making the nun’s robes swirled around Dare’s ankles, bringing Sionn to a stunned and sudden stop.

 

‘Wha’ th’ bloody ‘ell.”

 

Dare laughed at the stunned look on Sionn’s face and moved the pot to a different burner. “You’re just in time, dinner’s ready.”

 

“Wha’ th’ ell are ye wearin’!”

 

Dare spun, like a teenage girl showing off her prom dress. “Isn’t it awesome.”

 

His long hair was covered by the habit, or at least, Sionn hoped like hell it was because if Dare had cut it Sionn was pretty sure he was gonna lose what little was left of his mind.

 

When Sionn didn’t comment on the outfit, or say anything at all, Dare pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. “Wow, well, thanks a lot! I spent all day dressing nice for you and cooking you a nice dinner and you can’t say a single word about how I look?”

 

“Ah did say a word about how ye look, ah asked wha’ th’ ell ye were wearin’ and why the bloody ‘ell ye were wearin’ it!”

 

Dare huffed. “Well isn’t that just typical.”

 

Sionn eyed Dare warily as he looked around the rest of the room, searching for some explanation as to what was going on. A torn pair of pants was crumpled in the corner by the laundry room, beside a few muddy footprints on the floor. The pants looked muddy too, and somewhat familiar and Sionn crossed the room to pick them up. They were weathered and worn and clearly shredded in more than one place, including a significant rip along the back of the thigh that exposed a whole lot of skin whenever Dare choose to wear them. Yes, Sionn certainly knew these pants very well, and would prefer that Dare be in them now.

 

“Wha’ ‘appened ta them?”

 

Dare shrugged as he set the plates on the table. “Just Mark being Mark.”

 

“WHAT!!!!”

 

“Hey what’s all the yellin’” Mark asked as he stepped into the room in flip flops and priest’s robes, flipping a baseball into the air and catching it.

 

Sionn’s eyes bugged out, going from one to the other. “Wha’ is goin’ oon in this house!”

 

Dare looked at Mark, Mark looked at Dare, both men looked at Sionn with twin looks of innocence.

 

“Whatever do you mean?” Dare asked sweetly, batting his eyelashes. Sionn just swiped a hand over his face and grumbled, muttering about changlings and dopplegangers as he sat down to eat his foot. His fork paused half-way to his mouth however when Paul and Tommy came in, swinging hands that were handcuffed together and singing Frosty the Snowman. Mark reached for Dare, clasping his hands, the two dancing in a circle, like little kids playing ring around the rosie as they sang along. Sionn dropped his fork and fled to his room like the hounds of hell were after him, yelling for them all to call him when whatever “the fuck” they’d taken wore off.

 

Roaring laughter and singing followed him all the way, then silence.  In the kitchen, Tommy nudged his brother and giggled. “Yes! Less than five minute, I win!”

 

Dare just shook his head and reached into the nun’s robe, producing a crumpled dollar bill. “Yup, you did, here ya go, one dollar.”

 

Tommy took the dollar and stretched it a few times to straighten it out, making that snapping sound. “Ahh, a dollar never sounded so good.”

[Yettie One]

Grief its a GA orgy going on in here for this prompt.

[Mark92]

I leant back in my office chair reading the antics of my subbies at play on the website where I allowed them to gather. Smirking at their very naughty imaginations, actually laughing out loud in parts, at just how far they were prepared to go.

“So they want some real action do they?” I said to myself.

I glanced over to the TV still playing in the background, it showed a black and white movie where some nuns were trying to lead some poor mislead baseball player back into the folds.

“What a sap!” I picked up the remote and turned it off.

I signed in to the website knowing I would be greeted firstly by my fellow Masters and Mistress’s then more nervously by their subs. As I was the head honcho and moderator, I knew a fair few of them in real time.

All the Master’s and Mistress’s wore black be it leather or latex it was the uniform of status.

The subs had uniforms too, the menfolk white shirts and shorts, the girls usually an over-tight corset, that pushed up breasts and cinched waists, complete with lace panties and stockings they did look the part.

All Master’s and Mistresses had their own code of conduct as in what they allowed their personal subs to do. My three were all sat around the feet of my imaginary online chair, awaiting further instructions. I sat before greeting them.

Stroking Cassie and Jo’s head, and smiling. Then there was KC always eager to please.

They looked up at me adoringly awaiting more praise.

“All in good time my playthings, your Master hasn’t let you down yet.”

I was nudged by a fellow Master and turned to chat, he described his sub to me as being in his early twenties, lithe and slim with a shock of blonde hair and torn pants. I chuckled as he then sent me a pic.

“Wayne, you never cease to amaze me, how did you find him?” I asked.

“He was loose in here Mark; I hope I didn’t stand on anyone’s toes?” Wayne said sheepishly.

“It doesn’t look like anyone is complaining Wayne, so keep him. Give him a new name too”.

All subs only had first names or initials.

He grinned and nodded back, taking up his Masters chair beside me. It was odd how the room worked, a ‘den of debauchery’ one fan called it. It was an imaginary room, furnished similarly to a gentleman’s club of the 1920’s. Huge, opulent leather chairs for the Tops, and soft carpet for the bottoms. An imaginary meeting room of like-minded folk. The room’s description was on entering together with the dress and manner’s code.

I clicked my fingers, a sign to my subs to log out and get ready to retire. They politely and submissively said their goodbye’s and signed out. I said my goodbye’s too, and turned off.

Finishing the last drops of whiskey from my glass, I got up and went to the playroom. My two female subs stood to attention beside their sleeping places. The girls were destined for two cages sat a foot apart. They had room to touch fingers but little more. They were dressed in pretty baby doll outfits. Cassie being the head girl wore blue, Jo was a soft baby pink. KC on the other hand was ready for outdoors. His partner Robbie would be waiting for him, he was only with me for training purposes. I handed him a set of handcuffs and a dollar bill.

“The cuffs are for Robbie to punish you for your slutty behaviour tonight, and the dollar bill is your entire payment for your services, your client was at the least disappointed. Return tomorrow and I will begin training from scratch”.

KC apologised and then quickly raced off before I could hand out any more punishment. After the door closed I returned to the girls obviously still aroused from the chat room. Faces flushed, nipples stood hard through their fragile almost transparent garments.

“You two deserve a much harsher punishment,” I cut it short there and walked over to the equipment cupboard, retrieving two objects, and returning to the girls.

I held my hands out to each of them, nestled in each palm lay a vibrating egg.

“You will insert these into yourself, and then get into your cages and for the next two hours you will abstain from climaxing. The cameras are on, and any slip-ups will see the guilty one put on rations of no sex for two weeks”.

They glanced at each other nervously, and then looked up at me “Yes Master.” They said in unison.

I nodded to them both and turned away to let them insert the eggs. After waiting a few minutes I turned back to find them both in their cages, both flushed and breathing erratically as the eggs went to work. I chuckled and walked to the door flicking two switches one was the stereo where sounds of heavy love making filled the room and then the light switch to turn off the light.  I retired myself and climbed into bed with the love of my life.

[joann414]

Waits anxiously  for Friday    Maybe I should pm Wayne with prompt suggestions

[Mark92]

Waits anxiously  for Friday    Maybe I should pm Wayne with prompt suggestions

LMAO He will probably love the fact I put him as a Master

Bring it on dear one

[K.C.]

I made Wayne the stripclub owner....so he's Jo Ann's boss

[joann414]

Furiously taking notes!   lol

[Labrador]

Perceptions is my try at this prompt

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/labrador/labshorts/6