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snoggedTitle: Misappropriate Usage of Wonderflonium
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of "Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog." Please don't sue
Pairing: Hammer/Horrible
Prompt: Inventive Use of Wonderflonium
Requested bysnowpuppies
Word Count: 319 (this story got away from me. I couldn't stop the word count from climbing and I hope that's okay).
Rating/Warnings: NC-17/FRAO; anal play, male masturbation, voyeurism, power of suggestion, control, inappropriate use of Wonderflonium, general crack!ness
“The secret lair of Dr. Horrible. Looks like it’s not so secret anymore.”
Dr. Horrible cringed at the sound of Captain Hammer’s pompous drawl. He had supposed this would happen some day. It happened to all the bad guys in the bedtime stories his mother had read him. It just bugged him that his arch-nemesis had found his way here. Especially now.
Hammer’s eyes drifted to the metal briefcase and a smirk twitched at the corners of his lips. He walked over to it and popped the locks, pulling out the small cylinder filled with a bluish-colored gel. “I think you should fuck yourself with it.”
“Excuse me?” Dr. Horrible choked. There was no way he was sticking anything that volatile up his ass.
“You heard me,” Captain Hammer hissed, his eyes darkening. “Or do you want me to do it for you?”
“I…I’d rather not have you....” Dr. Horrible sputtered, taking the cylinder. He grabbed the bottle of lube he kept under his computer desk (he was a dude, after all, and Bait and Switch were just so tempting…) and coated the foreign object with copious amounts of it before sliding it under his lab coat. It was easy to find his puckered hole, seeing as he hadn’t worn pants today, and he pushed the cold object inside, slowly stretching himself out.
Hammer folded his arms over his chest, pleased that Horrible had been so easy to control. If he could keep Horrible occupied with sex games, he wouldn't have to worry about saving the day anymore. “That feel good, you dirty slut?”
“Yes,” Horrible groaned, hitting his prostate and feeling his balls tighten. He wasn’t lying. It did feel good, disturbingly good. Better than anything he could have imagined. Maybe, he’d just have to put those freeze ray plans to the side. There seemed to be much better uses for it than blowing up the Superhero bridge.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of "Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog." Please don't sue
Pairing: Hammer/Horrible
Prompt: Inventive Use of Wonderflonium
Requested by
snowpuppiesWord Count: 319 (this story got away from me. I couldn't stop the word count from climbing and I hope that's okay).
Rating/Warnings: NC-17/FRAO; anal play, male masturbation, voyeurism, power of suggestion, control, inappropriate use of Wonderflonium, general crack!ness
“The secret lair of Dr. Horrible. Looks like it’s not so secret anymore.”
Dr. Horrible cringed at the sound of Captain Hammer’s pompous drawl. He had supposed this would happen some day. It happened to all the bad guys in the bedtime stories his mother had read him. It just bugged him that his arch-nemesis had found his way here. Especially now.
Hammer’s eyes drifted to the metal briefcase and a smirk twitched at the corners of his lips. He walked over to it and popped the locks, pulling out the small cylinder filled with a bluish-colored gel. “I think you should fuck yourself with it.”
“Excuse me?” Dr. Horrible choked. There was no way he was sticking anything that volatile up his ass.
“You heard me,” Captain Hammer hissed, his eyes darkening. “Or do you want me to do it for you?”
“I…I’d rather not have you....” Dr. Horrible sputtered, taking the cylinder. He grabbed the bottle of lube he kept under his computer desk (he was a dude, after all, and Bait and Switch were just so tempting…) and coated the foreign object with copious amounts of it before sliding it under his lab coat. It was easy to find his puckered hole, seeing as he hadn’t worn pants today, and he pushed the cold object inside, slowly stretching himself out.
Hammer folded his arms over his chest, pleased that Horrible had been so easy to control. If he could keep Horrible occupied with sex games, he wouldn't have to worry about saving the day anymore. “That feel good, you dirty slut?”
“Yes,” Horrible groaned, hitting his prostate and feeling his balls tighten. He wasn’t lying. It did feel good, disturbingly good. Better than anything he could have imagined. Maybe, he’d just have to put those freeze ray plans to the side. There seemed to be much better uses for it than blowing up the Superhero bridge.
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on 2009-01-22 12:22 am (UTC)Hehehe oh naughty naughty!!!
Loved it honey, it was very yummy. I still love in charge Horrible better though :))
xxx
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on 2009-01-22 06:10 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed. And it's good to know that in charge Horrible is your cup of tea :)