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The Terror - Prompt Post 1
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Any cold boy/Tuunbaq, anal training for the Tuuncoq
(Anonymous) 2022-10-03 03:47 am (UTC)(link)But wait, you can’t just shove a bear peg into a man hole. That would be an act of hubris! No, some practice, patience, and perhaps a series of expertly whittled anal plugs is needed.
Your choice whether this is happening in mutiny camp, in the fucknavy where sex as solution is normal, or in the regular navy where sex as solution is madness but they’re doing it anyway. Is our bare butt bear tribute willingly taking one XXL bear pizzle for the team, or unwillingly tied down and forced to it? Did they…cast lots for the role?
No permanent injury, scat, or snuff, please, but other kinks welcome.
(incomplete) FILL: Any cold boy/Tuunbaq, anal training for the Tuuncoq
(Anonymous) 2022-10-03 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)In hindsight, something must have gotten lost in translation. Travelling between tongues, something that Lady Silence had tried to convey must have gone a little bit sideways, veered off the beaten path, tipped down an incline and plummeted merrily on into a roadside ditch. What they ended up with was a suggestion that had the command table - quite understandably - frowning at the supposed rite needed to placate the vengeful Tuunbaq.
The key factor was: even if it had been a mistranslation, it must have been a really consistent one, since they all agreed on the meaning they thought to have caught: Doctor McDonald frowned but nodded his understanding, Captain Crozier listened intently then heaved a sigh, shook his head and took a greater-than-advisable sip from his crystal cut glass, and Mister Blanky gave a single whoop of laughter before declaring he would volunteer, on the grounds of "being the creature's betrothed and thus the morally sensible choice."
Absurdity aside however, a consensus had been found that they would have to go about this with the appropriate measure of English sense and reason, and so the doctors had convened to eke out how the delicate matter might best be attended without risking life and limb, or rather, kin and rim.
They reckoned that there were three pivotal factors to the endeavour:
a) a man's given talent for the task in terms of stamina, perseverance through hardship, and notably flexibility of the sphincter (since, at least to their immediate knowledge, they had not a single cunny between them);
b) the time spent preparing for the task, which the captain had determined to be a week, as they had little time to spare with a volatile bear-spirit in the neighbourhood;
and, of course,
c) the method with which to go about the preparatory work, which was the only factor they could manipulate in this unprecedented experiment.
All in all, given that the safety of the men was thought to hinge on the success of it, they truly could not do with only one participant.
Pitching the idea to the men was difficult in ways fully expected, and in ways previously not expected, and required the artful narration of Commander Fitzjames who somehow managed to relieve the men of the fear of being accused of being habitual sodomites, should they volunteer their arse to the good cause. The right words were found, and by the end of the day they had a handful of volunteers which they all accepted, not least on the grounds that, as Doctor Stanley had rightfully noted, they were likely to lose some of the roster to cold feet - or rather, sore behinds - during the week.
So with about twenty men, they began their first selection process, that is mustering the men and giving them a first once-over.
Indeed, this first pass already eliminated some participants. Young Tommy Hartnell had an emission not two minutes that he'd been up on the table, and tapped out looking winded like a marathon runner when Doctor Peddie tried to conclude the examination, citing exhaustion and overwhelming sensitivity of the prostate. Mister Morfin, who had openly admitted to having some experience with sodomite acts when asked (the punishment thereof suspended and void under the given circumstances), concluded the examination successfully but was crossed from the list due to his general condition, which seemed too frail at the current time to brave the preparatory week and valiant duty itself.
Lieutenant Irving, who had volunteered with all the burdened piety and resolve of a modern day martyr in joining the good example of his fellow lieutenants of Terror, undertook the examination with commendable stoicism despite the anxious grip of his fingers on the table's edge and the copious drips of Cowper’s fluid leaving his membrum. Lieutenant Hodgson spent his own examination chatting animatedly with and at Doctor McDonald, starting at the Hippocratic oath and ending on sea urchins, a conversation he cheerfully continued with Mister Goodsir while lieutenant Little got into position to be evaluated. Both would have happily continued on the topic of marine invertebrates, but it soon became clear that Little’s ability to relax his sphincter was negatively correlated with the amount of information exchanged about the (oral) sphincter of the common starfish, and that likely at high significance. Luckily, substituting this for a running narration of the examination procedure both relaxed the man and indeed seemed to encourage good progress.
In short, once every anus in question had been thoroughly probed by a minimum of two medically proficient fingers, thirteen participants remained and were presented with the plan of action: based on calculations informed by the combined experience with the beast and all zoological expertise aboard, a likely size of the creature's membrum virile had been established and a margin of error added for additional safety: this was to be the dilation they would aim to prepare for to minimise risk of injury or worse. This in itself likely disqualified more lithely built volunteers like Mister Armitage, but for the good of the expedition, all men decided to attempt the programme regardless.
Thus, to achieve the necessary state of precaution, the men were asked to wear dilator devices for every hour of the day, with short breaks for any necessities. Sizes would be incrementally increased in a 12-hour rhythm to keep the difference between sizes at a manageable pace. In addition, massages and other relaxants would be given where necessary to ease the transition along the scale. The man most successful in the endeavour would then, at the end of the week, perform his heroic duty and, upon return from the expedition, be awarded with the appropriate honours under some agreed upon, more appropriate pretence.
At least, thus far went the plan.
Re: (incomplete) FILL: Any cold boy/Tuunbaq, anal training for the Tuuncoq
(Anonymous) 2022-10-03 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)Yesss I love this so much! Omg, they’ve made a LIST, they’re checking it twice, who will become Terrebus’s Top Butthole? :D
Lieutenant Hodgson spent his own examination chatting animatedly with and at Doctor McDonald, starting at the Hippocratic oath and ending on sea urchins, a conversation he cheerfully continued with Mister Goodsir while lieutenant Little got into position to be evaluated. Both would have happily continued on the topic of marine invertebrates, but it soon became clear that Little’s ability to relax his sphincter was negatively correlated with the amount of information exchanged about the (oral) sphincter of the common starfish, and that likely at high significance.
Oh my god…! 🤣 Hodge ilu
Even if you do not continue this, it’s already gold! Though of course, I would love to see the continued adventures of our brave anal endurance explorers! And Tuunbaq’s taking of his prize 🍑🍆
Re: (incomplete) FILL: Any cold boy/Tuunbaq, anal training for the Tuuncoq
(Anonymous) 2023-01-07 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)fill: title in description FRMC/Tuunbaq (implied)+fitzier, voyeurism, anal training [1/1] probably
(Anonymous) 2023-08-30 09:39 am (UTC)(link)other tags i couldn't fit in title: size kink, mutual masturbation, porn logic, bad dirty talk (jfj) humiliation kink. this is dildo stuff rather than graduated butt plugs specifically; sorry nonny if that's not what you wanted. ':-D but nervously - auth.
Title: Your rhythmic advance, your fine abandon
Things came to a head on the spring day Erebus sighted birds. It was James' own fault— He had got so swept up in the general excitement, he had forgot decorum; forgot to signal across to Terror before coming across. Forgotten, in the main, Francis' new schedule.
In hindsight, Lieutenant Hodgson had been uncomfortable, nattering on excessively as he escorted James in along the quarterdeck. That which was "excessive" from Hodgson might have been taken for a sort of verbal mania, in another man. James had not noted it, at the time, glad to hear about the state of progress on Terror's ice wall for once rather than the rather pedantic wisdom of the ancients. But- had Irving not also seemed odd, as he met James in passing belowdecks? The poor boy had been flushed as an apple, tho' he did not seem fresh from the outdoors and it was not a particularly cold season within the walls. And was it not strange, the rather choked way he reacted to James' stating he had business with the captain? Not "urgent", James is certain; he did not say "urgent", he could not have said "urgent". It beggars belief, how the man can have misunderstood to such an extent. But he had said nothing, and so James had gone to Francis' berth, as he was directed, and he had let himself in, like a fool, and then he had stayed, like the biggest fool of all.
Francis at present was knelt up on his bunk, poised and quivering like a rabbit in view. Not normally a tentative man, neither by disposition nor physical presence, it was an arresting posture on him, conflicting with his stolid heft in an altogether pleasing manner.
The pego had been almost half-out of Francis when James unlocked the door with Jopson's key, thinking nothing of it engaged in the middle of the day. Thought nothing, truly, only known his new and tentative comrade a reclusive man, and been excited to tell him of the birds sighted East--
the men had shot at them, the marines and even the petty officers-- but the scraggly flock had survived, and flapped away, honking and hooting in distress. To sight them, to see their first living beast in so long, since the hunting on Beechey nearly (and in hindsight, the thing prowling their ground since). James had been flush with the hope of it and wanted to share the news with a good friend, that was all.
He must have knocked, he is certain he must have knocked, before he entered. But he had certainly gone in without saying a thing, happy to share a small joy, and turned to close the door behind him, calling out a greeting without looking over his shoulder. And then a high, somewhat choked noise, and James had turned to find Francis knelt up in his bunk over one of his training pegos, wide-eyed and panting.
He had been flush and pink all over in the chill air, sweaty and shivering half-in half-out of his woolen underthings. "James-" he had said, croaking, mortified- "James," he had said, and sunk fully down on the thing, as though a reflex, as though to hide it from sight in his own ripe body.
and James had not left, he had stayed,
he is staying, Francis is here knelt up before him. Nearly above him in fact, bunks being what they are, well above eye level and James is caught staring him in his shocked, beautiful blue eyes.
Unmastered by his better urges, James’ neck bends. He looks, ever so slightly, down. As he takes in Francis' thick curving cock, the near-invisible cleft beneath them where an enormous, impossible, snow bear consolateur is plunged deeply in his lovely cunt, James feels poised between mania and migraine.
"James," Francis says again, uselessly, breathless with what might be apprehension, but he sits down willingly when James guides him with a hand at his back, and parts his muscled thighs willingly enough when James presses his own clothed hips in between them. They have never touched like this, but it feels natural, a conclusion of sorts.
"You'll be ready to take him, soon," James pants in his ear. He licks at a trickle of sweat along Francis' thick neck and thrusts his prick up against Francis' thigh, and Francis shivers. The rocking motion must jostle the pego that is still inside him, the enormous thick base snug against his hole. Tears of strain are leaking from the corners of his eyes but he does not protest as James guides his back to the thin mattress and pulls Francis' hips out, his dangling legs to the ground, although Francis has to brace himself on the balls of his feet, and his shoulders up against the edge of the berth.
"God, Francis, do you know how what a marvel you are? No captain could be expected to go so far for his men, none on Earth. To martyr yourself in such a way.
And to take such a monster of a cock. The sheer physical feat of it, to work it inside of you, oh, fuck, fuck," He is gibbering, talking nonsense, just to say anything at all, in exactly the way he knows Francis hates- He ought to stop- He cannot make himself stop-
"You're so lovely like this, stuffing yourself for it, for him. For all of us.
Your beautiful, tight arse is going to save us from destruction. I still can't believe it, Christ. You've seen the thing, but still, you've worked for it. Every day, you've taken it all so bravely. And when we are rescued, we may swear our men to secrecy all we like, but every one of them will know the sight of it. You trussed up like a Roman and set upon by a ravening creature. To a man, we'll all know what you look like with a bear's cock in your quim, stretching around it. The sounds you make. How many of the men will abuse themselves, do you think? Thinking of you, afterwards? Wishing they could have you. All fresh and innocent again, or perhaps used and still trickling with it. We've been so long at sea... we haven't used any Disciplinary Measures in so long. No really unchaste ones, at any rate.
"I think the men will be slathering over themselves, to watch it mount you. Wishing it were them instead of it, ravaging their handsome commander." He bites at Francis' ear. "But it could never be them, could it, it never could. None of them could satisfy you. I doubt that I could satisfy you, but with my hand. You're trained up too well. You're too used to the stress, the strain of it. Filling you up... we'll never satisfy you again, after that. No man could. God, Fuck Francis, he groans, rocking up against him, still in his uniform trousers, even, god's wounds. And James is spending, in great shuddering treacle thick waves of heat roiling through his body, his prick jerking and sensitive against unforgiving cotton.
When he returns to himself he finds Francis panting unhappy little "ah- ah- ah"s, thrusting up against the crease of James' hip as best he can from his position. The pego has slipped from him. It's one of the larger from the collection of five, James recalls, thick and blunt, nearly a man's forearm in length and width.
As he pulls away Francis grunts in complaint.
"Hush," James soothes, shifting his weight away to the bunk. "I'll see to you." He wraps a handkerchief carefully around the pego, which is mercifully clean but still not the sort of thing to leave lying around for one's valet. He strips nearly to his waist, and shucks his trousers and boots. As he approaches the bunk again, he rucks his undershirt up past his elbows playfully. "Would you like my prick, or something larger? Be honest, captain."
The end! <3 sorry, a cliffhanger feels tacky but i got bored. for now. peace yall!
[a/n: did officers' berths on 18th cent. naval vessels have locks with keys? or just bolts? i want to know this and i'm shit at history naval research. sadly.
a/n 2: this is part of a larger Porn Logic au (not a fucknavy au but like. adjacent to it) that i probably will not expand on but might later)
a/n: this is stoned and unbeta'd i think i wrote it in the weirdest possible tense combination?? uh sorry.]
Re: fill: title in description FRMC/Tuunbaq (implied)+fitzier, voyeurism, anal training [1/1] proba
(Anonymous) 2023-09-18 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)(How was it decided that the captain has to take the tuuncoq? Did they bring a full set of dildos with them, fully expecting this turn of events, or did mr. Honey make them after taking careful measurements? Are the flock of birds a sign that Tuunbaq is pleased with the captain's progress so far? And will James be allowed the sloppy seconds afterwards? Questions that will give me no rest until there is a sequel...)
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(Anonymous) 2023-12-14 12:05 am (UTC)(link)this increases their weird bond and silna is like. REALLY not thrilled abt it but also kind of ok since its not her responsibility anymore and she doesn’t have to become a shaman immediately unless she wants to
psychic monsterfucking soulbond. . . which would mean that even if he tames it with the frussy and no more men die… it will still follow them all the way down king williams island, oh dear… 👀
the captains had better pitch their sturdy “observation tent” pretty far from the rest of the men! 🥵
Re: fill: title in description FRMC/Tuunbaq (implied)+fitzier, voyeurism, anal training [1/1] proba
(Anonymous) 2023-10-17 08:26 am (UTC)(link)Re: fill: title in description FRMC/Tuunbaq (implied)+fitzier, voyeurism, anal training [1/1] proba
(Anonymous) 2023-12-13 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)I love show!fitzjames but I do very much want him to get cuckolded by a monster bear with a bad dragon style penis. for extremely weird specific horny reasons
Re: fill: title in description FRMC/Tuunbaq (implied)+fitzier, voyeurism, anal training [1/1] proba
(Anonymous) 2024-02-20 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)I hope Tuunbaq enjoys as much as I have <3