Sociology? More like stuff-my-holeogy | Karl Marx x Talcott Parsons

Revolutionary in the streets, Daddy in the sheets (NSFW finally christ almighty)

(This chapter finna be filthier than the streets of Scunthorpe 🤩 also sorry this took so long I was watching JoJo)

Karl gazed into Parsons' eyes, patiently awaiting his response. After moments of contemplation, he finally made up his mind, shuffling over towards the larger man sat on the hospital bed. Karl wrapped his arms him, pulling him into his lap so he was facing towards the wall opposite them. His grip on Parsons' waist tightened as he leant in to whisper in his ear, "I'm going to make you fucking pay for what you did... You didn't really think you'd get away unscathed, did you gimp boy?" Karl's broad hand clutched the back of the petite man's neck, forcefully pushing him off of his lap along with his face firmly planting into the mattress as he got up to lock the door and close the blinds.

"Now then, what am I going to do with you...?" Karl murmured in a sultry voice. "Sit", he ordered, prompting Parsons to sit on his knees. Karl slowly removed the belt from around his middle, wrapping and tying it around Parsons' neck like a collar. "From this point until you leave the room, you're my little pet. You know what happens when pets are disobedient, don't you gimp boy?"

"Y-yes..."

Karl tugged at the makeshift lead, "yes what?"

"Yes, master." Parsons whimpered, pushing his arms together in hopes of hiding the tent in his pants. As much as he shouldn't be enjoying it, he couldn't deny how unbelievably turned on he was, even if it was his worst enemy treating him like a savage animal in desperate need of being tamed.

Karl pulled him closer, using his free hand to clench Parsons' narrow jaw and forcing him to look up into his eyes before leaning in closer until their faces were barely centimetres apart, "you're enjoying this, aren't you? Dirty slut..."

Parsons smirked, spitting in the dominant man's face. He wasn't the only one going down without a fight. "You little brat!" Karl chuckled darkly, wiping the gozz off his face, "I'll make you regret that later. Now strip."

"Make me."

There was something about his defiance that awoke something within Karl. He was used to getting his own way all the time, a challenge to his authority wasn't expected. Pushing Parsons down into the bed, he pulled his legs towards the edge and positioned himself in between his thighs. The smaller man reached out to touch him, only to be met with a strong hand wrapping itself around his wrists and pinning them above his head. Parsons gasped as Karl used his other hand to pull off his trousers along with his underwear, leaving the submissive man exposed from the waist down.

"Are you embarrassed yet, gimp boy? No?" Karl reached into his pocket and pulled out a pink, frilly, lacy Victoria's Secret thong, sliding Parsons' legs through the holes and lifting his hips up to allow the fabric to cover his modesty. "How about now? Or maybe we should put you in a skirt too, my pretty little pet..." The submissive man looked away in shame, humiliation in the form of a red blush creeping up his neck to flush his cheeks. The embarrassment of being used and dressed up like a doll was no match for his arousal though, erection yearning to be freed from the confines of the knickers.

Karl snapped his fingers and pointed down to the ground, "on the floor now you filthy peasant." Parsons obeyed, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. Karl crouched behind him, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling his head back, causing Parsons to let out an unwilling groan, "don't think you'll be enjoying yourself any time soon, you won't be able to walk straight for a week after I'm done with you." Standing up, he pulled down his own trousers and underwear, "you know what to do."

Parsons peered up at the throbbing monster cock presented to him, wondering how something with that kind of girth was supposed to fit in his mouth, let alone any other hole in his body. He sat up on his knees, maintaining eye contact as he gave the tip an experimental lick. Taking Karl's shudders as a positive sign to continue, Parsons took the pink head into his mouth and sucked lightly. "Is that all you've got?" Karl murmured, placing a hand on the back of his head to tempt him into taking more down his throat. He sucked harder on the shaft, pressing and dragging his tongue up along the protruding vein on the underside. Karl let his head fall back, "better... But I know you can do more."