2025-01-31 3:36:03 ¶ ●

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Making them lick someone's boots with je maybe? Or jongerry,,

Humiliation Prompts

Still Accepting Prompts! (Please be as vague or specific as you would like)

JonElias

Jon couldn’t hold back a small whimper as Elias used his hair as a handhold shoving his face down. It wasn’t a particularly tight grip, but Elias was firm and Jon couldn’t even think of disobeying. Honestly he couldn’t think much at all having just spent the past few minutes rubbing off against the shoe Elias was shaving him toward. His tongue darted out, barely a kitten lick on the soft leather, and while Jon couldn’t see Elias from this angle he could hear his disappointed sigh.

“Come now Jon, you dirtied them you should take responsibility and clean them up,” Jon could almost see the smirk on his face as he pressed his shoe against Jon’s face spreading Jon’s slick that covered the tip across his lips. Jon opened his mouth his tongue hanging out but he couldn’t get his body to cooperate. Elias sighed as his grip shifted, forcing Jon’s tongue to slide across the expensive leather.

“I suppose I’ll just have to show you more directly,” Jon whimpered, but kept his mouth open, it was always easier when Elias was in control.

JonGerry

“If you want to suck my cock you’ll have to show me how good you are with your mouth first.” Jon wasn’t certain if you could die from embarrassment but Gerry was certainly trying to do Jon in. When Gerry had told him to clean his boots, Jon had reached out only to have his hand slapped away and the tip of one shoved against his cheek.

“You can’t be serious?” Jon eyed the leather, yes they were clean, chosen specifically for this, but still.

“Dead serious,” Jon couldn’t help making a face which had Gerry breaking character for a second, before schooling his expression again. “Come on sweetheart the faster you clean them the faster you can get what you actually want in your greedy mouth.”

Jon but his lip, as though considering giving a put upon sigh. Gerry flicked the remote he held in his hand and Jon gasped clenching down against the plug inside him as it sped up slightly.

“Don’t be a brat,” Gerry said as though he didn’t love Jon giving him a chance to punish him. Jon growled but leaned his head down sliding his tongue across his boot, letting out a small moan. Jon wondered if this actually looked hot, or just ridiculous, glancing up through his eyelashes as he essentially fellated a boot.

If Jon had worried that it would kill the mood, Gerry’s intense expression showed him otherwise. His pupils were blown wide, and if his constant shifting was anything to go by he was clearly having trouble resisting stopping the whole thing to get Jon’s mouth on him instead.

Jon kept up his ministrations, winding Gerry up, knowing he’d pay for it later.