Sapphires and Morning Glory

Pillory

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: I might've found a small plot to run with. Maybe combined with the first plot I thought of for this. Maybe not.

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Pillory • noun

1 : a device formerly used for publicly punishing offenders consisting of a wooden frame with holes in which the head and hands can be locked

2 : a means for exposing one to public scorn or ridicule

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"Kyyyyyyyyyyle!!!" Stan complained, flopping onto his bed in the dorm room on Day 90.

"What is it, Stan?" Kyle asked, lazily turning a page in his Jew Monthly magazine.

"Can't we please have sex?"

"No, damn you! Stop asking!"

"But I can't tighten my hand anymore! It's giving me cramps when I try to take notes!!"

"That's your own damn fault for being so horny."

"I can't help it that I'm hormonally active!"

"I've managed."

"You channel it into smartness. I can't do that."

"Obviously," Kyle said, indicating a stack of papers on Stan's desk marked with grades in the 70s.

"Can't we have sex now?"

"One month."

"But that's thirty days awaaaaaaaay!!" Stan complained. Kyle slammed his magazine shut, walked over to his closet and removed from it a senior wood-working class project.

"Can I at least jack you off?" Stan asked, fear in his voice as he recognized the object Kyle was holding, even as Kyle set the device at the foot of Stan's bed and smashed Stan face-down into his mattress.

"Mmph!" Stan protested, as Kyle roughly yanked his head and hands forward, clamping them securely in the pillory before placing a padlock in the hole he'd drilled for it, and tying Stan's legs to the bedpost.

"Stop bothering me, asshole," he groused, returning to his bed and magazine. Stan wriggled in an attempt to escape the pillory, to no avail.

"Jesus…all you had to say was you're into BDSM and I'd have left you alone before you could blink!" he exclaimed.

"Aww, does Stanny not appreciate his Kyle's kinks?" Kyle cooed, in a voice that made Stan shudder with fear…and pleasure. He choked on his reply for a moment before speaking again.

"M-m-maybe I can learn…" he said. Kyle reached over and ruffled his hair.

"Good boy."

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Notes: Erm… Yeah. Blame Seth MacFarlane for that.

Phoenix II