WARNING: UNDERAGE READERS DO NOT READ/ADULT ACTIVITES
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• Ticket Taker x obedient M/C
• Ticket Taker from The Freak Circus
• Setting ldea by @setaxd
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You walk through the quiet circus grounds after the last show has ended, the distant sounds of tents being secured and lanterns dimming fading behind you. The night air is cool, but your steps carry you toward the one place you know you shouldn’t go uninvited, Ticket Taker’s personal tent. You hesitate outside for a long moment, fingers brushing the heavy fabric flap, remembering how he always values proper conduct and order. Yet something draws you forward anyway. You lift the flap slowly and step inside.
The interior is immaculate, as expected. Everything has its place. Stacks of papers and ledgers sit in perfect alignment on the sturdy oak desk. Lanterns cast a steady, warm golden light that makes the navy blue and yellow accents of the space feel almost regal and intimate. Ticket Taker sits there in his chair, still dressed in his formal suit, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms as his right hand moves with precise, blocky letters across a sheet of paper. He’s reviewing schedules, ticket tallies, and expense lists, always organizing, always in control.
He doesn’t look up immediately, but the subtle shift in his posture tells you he’s aware of your presence. The tent falls into a heavy silence broken only by the scratch of his pen and your own quiet breathing.
“Red ticket guest,” he says at last, voice low, mature, and professionally calm. He finishes one line of writing before setting the pen down exactly parallel to the edge of the paper. Only then does he lift his masked gaze to you. “You have entered my private tent without permission or prior arrangement. That is against the rules I maintain for the circus… and for myself.” There’s a faint note of disapproval mixed with something deeper, curiosity, perhaps even a spark of dark interest. “Yet you closed the flap behind you with care. That small act of obedience keeps me from dismissing you immediately.”
You stand there, hands at your sides, waiting without speaking. He studies you for a long moment, leaning back slightly in his chair, fingers steepled.
“Explain yourself,” he commands softly. “Why are you here tonight?”
You answer honestly, voice quiet and submissive, telling him that you wanted to see him, to be near him, to follow where he might lead. His head tilts slightly, the black-and-white mask catching the light.
“Obedience,” he repeats, tasting the word. “That is what I prize above all else. Not chaotic rebellion. Not impulsive actions. But those who surrender control willingly… because it brings order, and pleasure, to the one who holds it.” He gestures with one hand. “Come closer. Stand directly in front of my desk.”
You obey without hesitation, moving to the exact spot he indicated. He spreads his legs slightly and points to the floor between them.
“Kneel. Hands resting flat on your thighs. Do not move them. Do not speak unless spoken to. You will remain exactly as I place you until I decide otherwise. Understood?”
“Yes,” you whisper, sinking obediently to your knees between his spread thighs.
He watches every motion with clinical satisfaction. “Very good. I see you are capable of following simple instructions when you choose to. Now… you will wait.”
For many long, tense minutes he simply sits there, observing you in silence while you remain perfectly still on your knees. Only then does he slowly unfasten his trousers and draw out his thick cock. He strokes it lazily with one hand, right in front of your face, working himself from half-hard to fully erect. The elegantly curved shaft swells, veins prominent, the flushed head beginning to bead with precum.
“Look at it,” he murmurs. “Watch how my cock hardens for someone who knows their place beneath me.”
He teases you mercilessly like this for what feels like an eternity, long, slow strokes from base to leaking tip, occasionally brushing the warm, slick head across your lips or cheeks, smearing precum lightly on your skin without allowing you to taste him properly. Your mouth waters, but you stay motionless, hands on your thighs, eyes fixed obediently on his throbbing cock.
“Beg for it properly,” he says at last, voice low and commanding. “Use full sentences. Tell me exactly what an obedient guest desires.”
“Please,” you whisper, “let me taste your cock. Please use my mouth however you wish. I want to please you.”
He presses the leaking head against your lips. “Open. Slowly. You will take only what I decide to give.”
You part your lips obediently. He slides just the tip inside, letting you swirl your tongue around the head and savor the salty-sweet taste of his precum. Then he pulls back, rubs his slick cock across your tongue, and repeats the motion—shallow, teasing thrusts for many long minutes. Every time you try to take more, he withdraws. Your jaw begins to ache from the prolonged edging, saliva dripping steadily down your chin. He wipes it away neatly each time with his thumb, always concerned with cleanliness.
“You suck so patiently,” he praises, voice steady even as his breathing deepens. “Such an obedient mouth. I could cum across your tongue right now and make you swallow every drop… but I won’t. Good guests learn the value of waiting.”
He continues the torturous teasing for many more minutes before finally gripping your hair and sinking his thick cock deep into your throat in one smooth glide. He fucks your mouth with long, measured strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back to the hilt again and again. The wet, obscene slurping sounds fill the tent as he uses you thoroughly, holding you down for several seconds at a time to savor the tight heat.
He keeps you like this for a long time, face-fucking you with controlled rhythm, praising you constantly. “Take every inch like the well-behaved guest you are. You give up control so easily… and once it’s surrendered, it becomes nearly impossible to reclaim, doesn’t it?”
Only after what feels like ages does he pull free, his cock glistening with your spit and throbbing heavily. “Stand. Remove every piece of clothing. Fold each item with care and place it neatly on the chair. I want to watch you do it properly.”
You obey, stripping methodically and folding everything precisely under his watchful gaze. Naked, he turns you around and bends you over his desk, your chest pressed to the cool wood, ass presented to him.
“Hands flat on the desk. Do not move them. Do not cum until I explicitly allow it. You will endure everything I give you.”
He spends an agonizingly long time teasing your entrance, slicking his fingers generously, circling your hole, pressing just the tip of one finger inside before pulling out again. He edges you relentlessly, adding fingers gradually, stretching you open while rubbing firmly against that sensitive spot deep inside you… only to stop completely whenever your breathing quickens or your cock leaks too much precum onto the desk. He repeats this cycle over and over for many minutes, bringing you right to the edge of cumming before denying you, his voice calm and commanding.
“So eager. So wet for my cock already,” he murmurs, leaning over you. “But you’ll wait until I decide you’ve earned it. Obedient guests let the pleasure build until it consumes them.”
By the time he finally lines up, you’re shaking with need. He pushes in with one long, steady thrust, burying his thick cock to the base inside your tight heat. The intense stretch fills you completely.
He stays motionless for a long moment, letting you feel every throbbing inch. “Breathe. Feel how full my cock makes you. How completely you belong to me right now.”
Then he begins to fuck you, long, slow, deep strokes that drag against every sensitive nerve. He pulls almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt, setting a maddeningly thorough rhythm. The desk creaks under each powerful thrust. He keeps this up for many long minutes, fucking you with precise control, one hand reaching around to stroke your leaking cock in time.
“Tell me,” he demands between deep thrusts. “Who do you belong to right now?”
“I belong to you,” you moan obediently.
“Good. You’re going to take every drop of my cum like the perfectly obedient guest you are tonight.”
He fucks you harder but still deliberately, edging you again and again, bringing you right to the brink before slowing or stopping with his cock buried deep, making you feel it throb inside you. He changes angles, grinding against your prostate until your legs shake, then pulls back to maintain control. This prolonged fucking stretches on for what feels like forever, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into you echoing in the tent.
Finally he pulls out, flips you onto your back on the desk, and re-enters you in one smooth thrust, hooking your legs over his shoulders. Now he can watch your face as he drives into you with powerful, deep strokes, faster now, but still measured. His heavy balls slap against you with every thrust, his cock stirring deep inside your body.
“You’re clenching so tightly around my cock,” he groans. “I’m going to cum inside you soon… fill you with load after load of my hot cum. But you must earn it.”
He keeps fucking you relentlessly through many more minutes, stroking your cock firmly. When you’re begging hoarsely, he finally permits it.
“Cum for me. Show me how well you obey.”
Your orgasm crashes over you hard, your cock pulsing as you cum in thick ropes across your stomach and chest. He fucks you through every shaking wave, drawing it out until you’re oversensitive and whimpering. Only then does he chase his own pleasure, thrusting faster and deeper. With a low groan he buries himself to the hilt and cums, thick hot ropes of cum flooding deep inside you, pulse after pulse as he fills you completely. He keeps thrusting slowly through his orgasm, pushing his cum deeper.
He stays buried inside your cum-filled hole, then starts moving again, slow, lazy thrusts that make wet squelching sounds as his cum is stirred inside you. “Feel that? My cum leaking around my cock while I keep fucking you… you’re going to take even more of it tonight.”
He fucks you like this for many long minutes, long and deep, edging your spent cock back to full hardness while his own cock works the warm mess inside you. When you’re trembling on the edge once more, he speeds up.
“Cum for me again. Squeeze my cock while I fill you with another thick load of cum.”
You obey, cumming hard a second time, your body clenching around him. He groans deeply and buries himself once more, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside you, adding to the first load until it overflows and leaks out around his thrusting cock with every movement.
He continues fucking you slowly through the aftershocks for a long while, then pulls out carefully. After cleaning you both with precise, careful touches, he sits back in his chair and pulls you into his lap, your cum-filled hole still leaking his loads onto his thigh.
“Such a perfectly obedient guest,” he murmurs, stroking your back possessively. “You took so much of my cum tonight. But the night is still young. Rest against me for a few minutes… then I’ll bend you over the desk again and teach you how much more cum that obedient body can hold for me.”
His fingers tease your sensitive, dripping entrance, pushing some of the leaking cum back inside you.
“Ready for the next lesson in surrender?” he asks calmly.
You nod weakly but obediently against his chest.
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🍊:"Ticket taker likes obedient people moreover his not virgin confirmed by the creator."
🍊:"Unfortunately, I do not allow my work to be translated or published on other websites. Thank you for understanding"
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