Lexx: Disobedience | By : lexxfan4life Category: G through L > Lexx Views: 905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Priest: Yes, it's terrible, isn't it?
First Lady: It's awful.
Prince: All those cute little plastic animals melted and charred beyond recognition.
He laughs, and sits down in the President's chair.
Prince: Do we have any idea what happened yet?
Priest: Maybe it just exploded by itself? You know, one minute it's there, the next minute - pfft!
Prince: Well that's an interesting theory, Mr President, but I doubt that the people will accept such an explanation. When something as terrible as this happens, someone must be seen to pay for it, otherwise the public will not be satisfied. And as you know - this is exactly the sort of incident that gets a presidency into trouble.
That evening, Prince, in his headquarters, gets a special call that informs him that the Lexx is leaving Earth. Prince looks disturbed and was hoping to be on board the Lexx, once he got tired of living on Earth. But, Priest’s incident has caused a new direction and has left him stranded. Prince didn’t get what he wanted and decides to take it out on the President.
The White House. Priest is at his desk. He reaches for something from a box, but Prince slams the lid down, and glares at him.
Priest: You don't look happy, my prince.
Prince: I'm not. Why did you blow up Orlando?
Priest: What do you mean?
Prince: I know that you got Stanley Tweedle to blow up Orlando. My only question is, precisely why?
Prince sits on Priest's desk, looking at him.
Priest: Just to cause trouble, my prince, you know, screw things up, create chaos, just like you always want.
Prince: Really?
Priest nods. Prince leans over, whispers in his ear.
Prince: I think you wanted to get rid of me.
Priest: Not really.
Prince: You thought I was in Miami, didn't you?
Priest: Well, yes, but...
Prince: You got Stanley Tweedle to fire one of the Lexx's shots at me, only it missed and took out Orlando. Am I getting warm?
Priest: I don't know what to say.
Prince leans back.
Prince: You say "You're right, my prince".
Priest: You're right, my prince - but, but it was the First Lady's idea!
Priest gets down on his knees.
Priest: Forgive me, my prince.
Prince: I'm not very good at forgiveness.
He pulls Priest up by his ear.
Prince: Especially as your little prank has stranded me on this planet. Because of you, I'm stuck here, do you understand?
He lets go of Priest's ear, puts his arm around his shoulder.
Prince: You have to be punished.
Priest: Yes of course my prince, I deserve it. What is my punishment?
Prince: I’m going to make you my bitch.
Priest: Are you going to kill me, or something?
Prince: If I'd do that, then who will give orders to?
Prince was beginning to make sense. Already, he had become the most egotistical, arrogant, argumentative and infuriating man Priest had ever known. As Prince walks closer to him, Priest fidgets.
Prince: You will not disrespect my authority.
Prince starts out. Priest’s heart began to beat fast. Priest didn't like how this was going to go. On the outside, he tried to tough it out. The look on Prince face was mistakenly making Priest hard. Well, this was new. Priest, now, has got this built up sexual tension. The only person in the room, happens to be Prince. Priest tried to clear mind of incoming dirty thoughts.
Priest: Then, what are you going to do to me?
Priest’s face began to feel hot. Prince doesn't answer him and begins to loosen his dark blue tie.
Priest: What are you doing?
Prince responds after completely removing his tie. His lips twist into a hot little grin.
Prince: Punishing the President. I'm very good with pain.
Prince's words go through Priest’s body like fire, and he feels pleasure boil in his veins. Preist trembles uncontrollably for a moment, stock still and considering, then snaps out of it again.
Priest: Like hell you are!
Priest replies, and pushes at him. He catches his hand, Prince is much stronger than he thought. Priest struggles and pushes at him. His dick is hard, but he pays no attention. Priest is excited and terrified. Prince surprisingly wraps the blue silk around Priest’s wrist, knotting it tight. Priest kicks out at him and catches him in the knee. He stumbles and grabs Priest’s other hand. Prince growls at Priest and kicks out his legs from under him and they both fall, crashing to the floor.
He's lying on top of Priest, and he quiets for a moment, Priest’s hot cheek pressed against the carpet. Prince finishes tying Priest’s hands behind his back. Priest struggles and starts sobbing.
Priest: You can't do this--you--can't--please!
Priest sobs brokenly. Priest could feel his own hard cock pressing against the inside of his grey slacks. Prince presses his knee into Priest’s back and begins to tie his tie around his neck, in a slipknot.
Prince: Yes I can. You deserve this.
His voice sounds so different, so sexy. Priest starts to cry again as he lifts him up by the tie, pulling his arms and cutting off his airflow. Priest gasps, drowning in pleasure and dizzy. Prince pushes him to the front of the room.
Prince: Obey me.
Prince says. And pushes Priest roughly into a desk. Priest grits her teeth. Priest can feel Prince smile against his neck. Prince is standing behind him and he's pressed against the thick wooden desk. Prince is now, fully erect. His hard shaft rubbing the inside of his black slacks, begging for release.
Priest can feel Prince’s erection pressing against his backside. Prince pushes Priest roughly down on the desk, grinding his face into the wood. Prince lowers his mouth to Priest’s neck, sucking on the base. Priest bites back a loud moan. Prince knows all Priest’s weaknesses. Prince bites him hard, causing Priest to cry out at the pain.
Prince: Say "You are my Prince".
Prince demands. Prince puts one hand on the tie that connects Priest’s bound hands to his neck. Prince pulls up. Priest arches his back, eyes wide and gasping for air.
Prince: Say it!
Prince shouts. He yanks the tie again. Priest watches black spots dance in his vision. Priest gasps again.
Priest: My Prince!
Prince releases some of the pressure on Priest’s throat and he gasps in a grateful breath. Prince long fingers find the zipper to the front of Priest’s slacks and unzips them. Priest lied there as Prince yanked Priest’s grey slacks and white boxers down to his ankles. Out of nowhere, Priest feels a smack on his ass, startling him.
Priest: Oh my goodness...
Prince uses his right hand and smacks Priest again, on the ass, hard.
Priest: My Prince!
Priest finishes. As Prince kept spanking Priest on the ass, he noticed that Priest was enjoying it, cause the whacks were causing Priest to moan continuously.
Prince: I see that you’re enjoying yourself, Mr President.
Priest moans louder as Prince smacks him, really hard, on the left cheak.
Priest: I can’t help myself, my Prince. It’s just so overwhelming.
Right before Prince smacks him again, notices Priest’s hard cock between his legs.
Prince: Well, well. I can defiantly see how aroused you are.
Before Prince smacks him, he stretches the tie around Priest’s neck is cutting off his airflow, but Priest’s heart beats faster and his hard cock is rubbing up against the desk. Prince is dangerous. Just as Prince continued to spank him, the friction of Priest’s cock rubbing up and down against the desk, was causing him to get off. Prince leans down into Priest again. He's all professional. Prince adopts his no-nonsense tone for barking orders.
Prince: Obey me.
Priest cries out, undone by Prince and cums all over the front of his desk. Priest slumps back down on the desk, breathing hard and trying to regain his composure.
Preist wasn't paying attention to what Prince was doing, and surprisingly rams his large, hard cock into his tight, sensitive ass. Priest’s eyes snap open and he loudly cries out. Priest screams, as Prince fucks him hard into the desk. Prince leans down over him.
Prince: Did you think I'd be done with you like that?
Priest moans and grinds his groin against the desk, its too much, its too much. Prince hands are hot on Priest’s hips. He reaches up and pulls on the tie, hard, demanding.
Prince: You want more, don't you?
Priest wants him so much. He's hard and is about to come again.
Priest: Yes, my Prince!
Prince speeds up, and Priest hears his breathing slow a notch. Prince likes it when Priest complies. Priest drops Priest’s eyes and bows his head, a position of total submission.
Priest: Yes, my Prince!
Priest says, in a low and erotic voice. Prince pulls the tie, hard and forces Priest’s face to meet his. Priest cries out and orgasms for the second time. Prince pulls away and moans low and shakes and cums inside of Priest’s ass. Prince pulls out and loosens the tie around Priest’s neck. Prince zips up his fly before Priest got the chance to see Prince’s dick.
Prince: Do you think you can follow orders?
Priest: Yes yes, of course my prince - I will do anything you say.
Prince: A lesson well learned, wouldn't you say? And you'll always remember who's in charge?
Priest: Yes
He starts kissing Prince's hand.
Priest: Yes of course, my prince. You are my prince.
Prince: We'll, I think you can use a more attractive First Lady - time to trade up.
Priest: Yes! Excellent idea, my prince. I'll trade up.
The End
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