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`See The Good In All Things' o9
Heck Bro' (flashbacks, Phil & El, plus hottie, Darryl)
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Dean felt comfortable to say the least, sandwiched between El and the driver, in Phil's truck. Things had happened pretty fast, between introducing his school ride to his au pair. From the start, unlike Sean's friendly intro, Dean had the strong urge to throw El's legs over his shoulders and get down to business!
So, there was one question on Dean's mind, "uh, are you planning on sleeping at our place, El, or?"
Already comfortable, despite just meeting El, Phil assumes, "I have plenty of room, if he wants to stay with me?"
He takes his eyes off the road for a split second, to look for El's reaction.
El sat there smugly, an agreeable smile creasing his lips. Perhaps it was due to Phil's hands-on tap, gently slapping El's thigh 3 times, before coming to a comfy conclusion?
Instead, Dean responds, "uh, it's like, not for El to say," but before either of the two passengers could respond, Dean removes Phil's hand and places it back on the wheel, "and you want to keep your eyes on the road, Phil?"
The smile disappears from El's face, after getting nudged in the ribs by Dean's elbow, "huh?" Fixated with Phil, for the moment, El forgot why he was setup at the Heck household for a minute. Realizing it, "uh, yeah, what he said."
Not ready to concede to Phil, Dean makes excuse, "we have 'mom' to answer to, y'know?"
Phil was willing to negotiate, "how about for the night?"
Though, Dean wasn't that willing to let things lie, "oh, are you sleeping over at my place too, Phil?"
Actually, two hot men in the cab of his truck, Phil could certainly go for it, "not exactly what I was thinking, but it could work I suppose."
The three not on the same wavelength, Dean says, "and how were you proposing to explain that to 'mom'?"
Wired to Phil's thoughts, after the driver says it, El repeats, "oh. Right," the namesake already sinking in, not 'your mom', but plain ole "mom."
Brilliantly, Phil comes up with, "why don't we take it one step at a time. After all, the day is young?"
The other two agreed, yet about the day being young, for certain Dean would have to owe multiple favors, thinking about school and how many classes he was missing. Yet his mind was tortured with thoughts of running his fingers through El's dark hair, pushing down on his head as he gulped down his 8-incher. But the pain of thoughts were not totally concentrated on El. He knew what a great cocksucker Phil could be, which made Dean conflicted. He also toyed with the idea of them fighting over it. There was always consolation though, one choosing his shaft, the other second prize, balls!
With uncertainty, El, thinking they would drop Dean at school, proceed to a lonely outpost, town park and secluded under a nesting of trees, leans his head towards Phil's zipper and after bobbing up and down, take down his first protein drink of the day, "hey, works for me if it works for you guys!"
In no time they had circled around, from the modest section of town, a block of homes. Set in its own culdesac, the home appeared to be one of three dwellings.
Dean leans forward and seeming like a fish in an aquarium, peers out and up at the part one-story, part two, ranch home, "you live here, Phil?"
While ogling over the immensity of what appears to be a long, long home, windows up and down, neverending, front yard neatly landscaped with tall bushes and trees.
El's back remained glued to the upholstery, Dean studying the architecture. It gave El a bird's eye view of the dividing line of Dean's ass, which had his mouth watering.
Of the view, Dean crunched up towards the dashboard, his bare back and ass crack, seeping out of the skimpy shorts he wears.
He was about to give a guided tour from behind the wheel, but Phil notices what El zeroes in on, "I've got a hairy one too, y'know?"
El volunteers, "and what would it take to serve you," he seeps back into slave mode, "sir?"
From the crack of Dean's butt, Phil's eyes turn on El, "got a pair of cuffs with your name on it, boy!"
El didn't think Phil's acting skills were up to par, but nonetheless, he was a definite turn-on.
Phil was sweaty all over. Purposefully he had kept the safety lock on the window raising or lowering system of the truck. To make matters more moist, he kept the cab airconditioning at the lowest setting.
Not paying attention, Dean's mind on school and how he was missing classes for the wrong reasons, thinking of a past daydream, having his science teacher folded up in half, misses Phil saying, 'what do you think, Dean?'
Missing the whole point of Phil and El's dialogue, Dean switches from mental to the here and now, "about school?" He knew it wasn't the topic, "Never a problem cutting. I get what I want. Galli gets what he wants. Makes everyone happy."
Call it selfish, El says, "uh, you wanna turn the truck off, like y'know you're wasting gas?"
"Shut up a minute," Phil says to El, sitting right next to him, "this is important."
No wonder, when Dean leans back, plastering his back against the seat, his teen fur glistens with salt and sweat, "well dudes, I'm way late to school as it is, like I don't need to be any tardier?" With an evil streak crossing his mind, he shares, "like, Mr. Galli, he never reports me cut. I just see him the next day and we make a 'little arrangement'."
Phil had an idea there was rhyme or reason to this puzzle. His old man never found out how many times he cut class and wondered if Dean had the same way of covering it up. Since, once upon a time, Phil had graduated from the same high school, "Galli got the same tight ass?"
They had something of importance in common, which had Dean leaning over El, slapping his palm on top of Phil's flat hand, exclaiming, "yeah, baby!"
Still in lust for the hairy fibers running down Dean's ass-crack, El was less curious, sarcastically saying, "yeah, well great for you guys. Can we get on with why we came here?"
Both Dean and Phil agreed that El needed to be taught his place.
Phil takes hold of the situation. Jacking the handle of the door, he shows just how eager he is to leave the truck behind and enter the house. Forgetting about the garage door, he calls back, "punch the garage control on the driver's side visor!"
El mimicks the punching, fist in the air, waving, like he was punching some guys poundcakes!
With one leg out the door, El leans on his right foot and taps the control attached to the drivers visor. It falls off. His eyes follow it to the floor. Getting out, El leans in to retrieve it from the black mat.
Little does he know, Phil had doubled back, upon viewing the incident. As El had minutes before, Phil is lusting for the outline of molded ass. He also had a little message for El, "you'll pay for that, boy!"
"Cool!" It surely moved El's loins and eager to get to it, "got it!"
El had popped up, knocking Phil off his feet, into one of the bushes which borders the drive. Luckily it wasn't of the thorny variety.
"Oops," El says, looking at Phil, who looks like he's sitting in a comfy upholstered chair.
Dean was shaking his head, rolling his eyes. In a way, he liked the drama between Phil and El, taking it like a comedy sketch. He even laughed louder, when El, grabbing both of Phil's hands, in an effort to unseat him from the bush, is pulled forward.
He hears Phil calling out, "you bumbling idiot!"
Except, it wasn't idiotic, El faced down, on top of Phil, both staring each other down.
Walking over to the bush, Dean eyes up the garage controller on the ground. Picking it up, "I'm going to be so late for school, both you and me'll have to do Galli to make things right!"
Tapping the lever on the control, the garage opens. Turning to his side, Phil is the one pulling El to his feet, uttering, "you'll learn, boy, your actions dictate a reaction, which may not be quite as equal."
Dean says, "isn't that something Galli taught us?"
There was deeper meaning there, which could only apply to two students who dealt with class-cutting and how to avoid the consequences.
With persistance, El steals the control from Dean's hand, "uh, can we stop with the goo-goo eyes and get on with it, guys?"
El returns the garage control, clipping it to the visor above the steering wheel.
Their fascination with each other wasn't some flighty thing. Since meeting Dean on the road, hitching, weeks ago, Phil's thanked his lucky stars for such a find. Young, good looking, nice bod, not afraid to venture out on a limb, plus a hairy turn-on, big dick. There wasn't anything about the high school senior Phil didn't like. It made him smile, the thought which came to him right after spending his and Dean's first time in the storage room at the store. More about himself, the reaction was of thinking of himself as a total top. He had thoughts on the topic, but then smiled, thinking, would it take a 24-year old high school senior to take away his virginity?!
Swiping past the pair, El says, "well, what are you going to do, melt away here in the sun?"
"He definitely needs to learn his place," Phil takes Dean under his wing.
Of other matters, Dean shares, "as with you?"
There's a thought Phil was entertaining, trying to walk while clenching off and on, the crack of his ass!
That's something which hadn't happened before. Those two, arm and arm, placed over shoulders, it was more like brotherly than mere lovers in the morning, getting their rocks off.
"I'm sure if we put our heads together, we can think of something?"
Dean smiled. 'Heads', he was thinking beyond brainwork, "oh really, Phil, like how do you mean that?"
With a giggle, Phil gropes himself, "exactly the way you're thinking it!"
Helping himself, El found his way into the dark garage, upon which when he did, security lights lit his every step. Only one door in, he figured that was the one which would lead him into oblivion. Turning the knob and pushing in, it didn't budge, which caused his whole bod to splat up against it.
"You're going to need a key," it dangled off Phil's finger.
Carving out his own short story, El asks, "oh really? And what am I going to have to do to get you to unlock the door, sir?"
"Hmm," Phil stood there, hips uneven, in a stance which had an elbow crossing under his pecs, right elbow parked in the left hand. His pointer finger looked like it targets the bottom of both nostrils. Thumb, like it held up his chin, "I could think of a couple of hundred things."
"That's nice," Dean says with sarcasm, knocking Phil's arm out of joint, intently brushing and arm against El's furry front.
Stealing the key from Phil's hand, he keys the lock. By now, getting to school by lunch time was the last thing on Dean's mind, the immediate thing, "while you guys are figuring out story time."
Phil says, not necessarily for El's ears, "what's up with you?"
Curious as Dean, over what this dungeon entailed, El walks through the door. Having been exposed to this type of furnishings for a number or years now, the 20-year old says, "oh man, I'm gonna love this place!"
Dean didn't make comment, taking in the sights of the dark basement, refitted with wooden furniture, wire racks, implements hanging from them. It didn't take 2 semesters of Galli's science class for him to recognize some of the tools of the trade. It was the first time he held a flogger in his hand, playing the leather fronds over his other hand. It wasn't a flogger, but Dean, at the other guy's request, had used a USB phone cord, doubled in half, to whip a dude's back he was fucking. He wondered if the flogger would deliver the same pink welts.
"Oh, now these are hot," El says, holding two ends of clamps, with silver chain attached, up to his nips.
Phil, closing in on his territory, says, "oh, I've got much hotter ones that'll give you quite a jolt but," he walks over to a metal grid, "right here, I've got that pair of cuffs with your name on them, too?"
Taking the rubber-tipped, blunt nip clamps along with him, El walks over to Phil, "no time like that present for trying them on?"
Right before Phil snaps half of the chained restraints on El's left wrist, his would-be captive drops the clamps in Phil's chest pocket. He didn't make it known, but the metal scraping against his own left nip, irked Phil in the right way!
He breathed in and like sweet flowers filling his notrils, Phil says, "for you, there's a whole dungeon full of goodies with your name on them!"
Dean notices, Phil keen on the 'name on', possessive way of treating the dungeon props. It was kind of cool.
Looking over Phil's shoulder, which had Dean only elevating himself an inch or so, "what's up?"
"Me," Phil says, laughing at his own joke.
"Yeah, me too," Dean replies. He didn't have to feel between his legs, he knew!
For Phil, Dean was right there, in his face. How could his emotions keep him from placing his lips on the 18-year old's cheek?
El reacts, "will you guys cut the crap and come torture me?"
Phil was feeling it all along. After all, he's the one with the dungeon. Frankly, he only used it at a dude, hungry for pain. Himself, he more was into neckties and the bed scene.
For Dean, having only done a few kinky things as a side order to sex, reacts, "torture? Is he serious?"
Phil looked like a mismatch for the atmosphere the dungeon commanded, "let's get this boy trussed up and then we'll ready ourselves."
Ideas were slowly filtering into Dean's head, but he wasn't sure how all this was going to go down. Instead of wasting brain power of questioning, he went with the flow, "whatever you say, 'sir'!"
"Be careful what you wish for," he says to Dean, while cuffing El's hands behind his back and making the college student march off.
A flashback in his mind, Dean revisited the day he met Phil. Plucked off the side of the road and taken into his truck, Dean didn't have complete faith in himself that he was doing to the right thing. Quickly those thoughts faded, after talking with the hardware store owner. First time in that stock room at the store, Dean had thought Phil a top man, but after he had blown his load down the store owner's throat, he had found out it was the first time his cocksucker had swallowed a man's juice.
While Dean had tried fitting the pieces together, Phil had walked El over to a table. He thought it redundant, binding El's hands behind his back, only to see them undone, terming it, "weird."
Then Phil's willing victim sat up on the edge of the varnished slab. He had tied a couple of guys to a bed once, but to a piece of apparatus, meant for a guy to be tied to, it seemed like an all together different ball game.
"Oh man, I'm so hard," El says, lying down and having each limb stretched to the corner of the table, cuffs being tethered above the head.
"Like, I didn't notice?" Phil replies. What he did spy upon, was El's hairy bod, eyes trickling down to the very fuzzy navel, covered over with black hair. Tough to make out the whole scope of things, with El's tented pants in the way!
He knew his eyes bulged, seeing for the first time, a man grabbing another man's crotch and giving it a hard squeeze. Instead of El crying out in pain, he made grunts, as if a hand was wrapped around the erection, giving it a few jerks.
El hints his bondage-master, "and my pain levels are up there, if you know what I mean?"
Dean jumps the gun, "what's that supposed to mean?"
"Wasn't it Galli who said," Phil replies, while chaining El's ankles to the bottom of the table, "he who hesitates is lost?"
"Uh, yeah," Dean doesn't refute, "but I don't think he's the one who invented the phrase."
What he was talking about is Mr. Galli's first time he approached him with the bartering system. It was after class and with seconds to spare for the next class entering, Galli hadn't had time to ponder the thought, so gave more a reaction based on his dick pulsating, rather than logic. With a wry smile, they agreed to talk about it after school. That was Dean's first and last detention with Mr. Galli, at least the official kind and on school property!
El, who was turned out on the bondage table and had tired of studying the overhead suspension system, talks out of turn, "hey, can we make this about me, guys?"
For what he seemed was coming, Dean wasn't sure he wanted to enter in that direction, so he threw off the idea of Phil getting serious, walking towards El, "oh, you're gonna get it, boy!"
Boy? El knew, from the job itinerary, both Dean and Sean three years older than him. Yet, if commanded, he would turn his bottom faced up for the younger master, "my ass is ready, waiting and able, sir!"
"Hmm," Phil studies their victim, "seems like we forgot a few things."
Not only was El disturbed over Phil forgetting the detail of stripping his victim, but Dean, "another excuse to keep us from getting to your bedroom dungeon?"
While El got an order, Dean got a look from Phil, a mere smile.
Maybe a reason why this turned out as it did, Phil forgetting to strip El of his outer covering? Dean had yet to discover it.
El loved his own bod, loved flaunting it whenever the opportunity presented itself. One of the reasons he loved the nude beach, whenever he journeyed to visit his NJ friend. His friend did yoga nude, so El went along. El wasn't very good at yoga moves, more interested in what the other dudes were doing!
El had stripped his shirt at the door. He only got to his belt buckle and button of his jeans, before noticing the equipped basement dungeon. That set his mind reeling in a different direction. At twenty years old, a college sophomore, his black, bushy head of hair perfectly matched in color to the swath of hair over both pecs. An embedded trail opens up over his stomach, almost hiding the deep bellyhole. Indistinguishable, the dividing line between navel and...that's where it stopped, walking away and allowing the belt and button ease up on its own.
Phil was not paying as much attention to El, as what he wanted to drape over Dean's bod.
Again the college frat was left on the table to take in his environment.
A wire rack hanging on the wall housed various pieces of dungeon clothing. Phil stood there for a minute, same stance, elbow in hand and tapping his lips with fingertips, mentally choosing the right outfit for Dean.
Picking out some items, "yes, this," a leather harness with had a connecting piece, round piece of leather, which when slipped over a soft cock, would tighten automatically when a guy's shaft swelled with excitement, "and this?" An accompanying flogger.
Dean got the gist of the 'ring', keeping a man's balls full, shaft erect, but didn't think it was meant for himself, "I'm sure you'll look good in that, Phil."
Normally, such a harness was reserved for keeping balls and cock in peek condition, or as he's witnessed his father do, slap around a fully erect shaft or tap the balls with what looked like a thin piece of balsa wood. Not thinking of the latter, Phil takes it lightly, smiling, "might be fun having you try it out on me?!"
They bring their stuff over to the table. As of yet, nothing is chosen for Dean.
Certainly, for a well-behaved slaveboy, El was not, "hey, I started stripping my pants. Think you can finish the job?"
Like reverse psychology or something, it tickled Dean, to see how El got Phil to do stuff to him.
"Here, hold this," Phil hands the harness to Dean, "and go find something for yourself to wear."
It made him smile, Dean aware of the fact, Phil has given in to wearing the ring around his balls. For himself, looking upon the chaps was more the masterly type of role he would choose.
When they first entered the basement, with Dean paying attention to Phil, El took the time to check out the dungeon. Almost every tool he saw or touched, he wanted used on himself.
As Phil unzipped El's pants, a little tough with the full erection, El again becomes talkative, "I have no limits, y'know?"
More interested in dragging El's pants down to his ankles, Phil discovers, "you're more trouble than your worth."
Looking down over his furry front, El says, "oh."
At a standstill, Phil is in a quandary, having already fastened the cuffs on El's ankles to the table, stretched outwards.
A brilliant idea, El says, "why don't you leave it until you're ready to fuck me?"
For a quick moment, Phil looks over to Dean, then back, "sure. Why not?"
Then he tears his eyes away from El.
"Hey, where you going?"
Two things irked El. One, Phil stripping his pants down, leaving his shaft hard, but bent over under its own weight. Two, Dean stealing all the attention.
"Find anything?"
Holding black leather pants up to his hips, Dean says, "do you thing these will fit?"
It was obvious by now to Phil, that he would be wearing the ring around his balls, but looking upon Dean holding up those chaps, "I think you'll look perfect in them."
"Want to help me get into it?"
Sweet smile on Phil's kisser, "I thought you'd never ask!"
More like lovers, kissing and stripping each other down, it imitated being in the bedroom, in lieu of a dungeon scene.
Phil's shirt, Dean's tee shirt off.
Same time jeans became unfastened. Instead of one working the other, they stripped out of their own jeans.
"No, allow me," Phil smiles, reaching for the brim of Dean's low-risers.
Phil slowly peels Dean's briefs.
Dean doesn't strip right off, sliding palms in along the contours of Phil's ass cheeks. It's not like he's hasn't been there and done that already, but with the kinky surroundings, the atmosphere makes it like the first time.
Like that first time in Phil's store storage room, when briefs are each of their ankles, he takes both his and Dean's cock in a hand, moving them together.
"Oh man," Dean acts like he's looking towards the ceiling.
At the sound, El's ears perk up, "hey guys, did you forget about me again?"
Right after ending a sweet kiss, Phil abruptly says, "he's such a pest."
"Yeah. I know. So, what are you going to do about it?"
Well, for certain, Phil did not want to trip over the bindings around his ankles, so hauls them up over his hips, loosely anchoring them.
Dean does likewise.
"Forget about you, my little pain slave? Never," Phil plays up to El.
He did forget about the nip clamps El had slipped into his shirt pocket and with his shirt now hung over the end of some stocks, snaps a finger when he remembers the little draws his father built into the table.
"No fear," at least for Phil, but for El, he's looking upon the chain and nasty crocs pulled from the draw.
A plot to make his victim squirm, Phil does what his father used to do, terrorize before applying the apparatus, dangling the clips from a finger, "this should give your dick something to leak bout!"
It was the first time, when his father first held a dungeon party, Phil, at that time a college student, witnessed a man having his nips clamped.
Little did Phil know, at the time, discovered reasons his father kept the basement off limits all those years. Putting two and two together, it was also the premise his father gave his mother guardianship more often than the court required. To get him out of the way, so he could play. But that first winter of his 19th year, Phil spent Christmas with father, being his mother had just remarried, sumising his mom didn't want him around.
After a few seconds of dazzling El with the crocs, Dean says, "looks like that could give quite a bite."
"You're right," Phil drops the crocs back into the drawer.
Closing the drawer and opening another, instead of confronting El, turns to Dean for expertise, "how about these? Less menacing?"
"Still looks, you know?"
Phil instructs, "hold out a finger."
"No," Dean instead keeps both hands at his side.
Staring into Dean's eyes, Phil says as he reaches for an arm, "you don't trust me all of a sudden?"
With a huffy exhale, the 18-year old brushes it off, "of course." Though, Dean wasn't holding out his finger just yet!
"Well?"
Rolling his eyes, Dean gives in and sticks out his finger, "right, just in case."
"You act like I'm going to maim you for life."
He knew Phil wasn't about to do that, not with that cutesy smile on his dimpled face.
Lifting a finger, Phil says, "okay. Do your worst."
Phil takes Dean's finger and staring into his eyes, attaches it.
Dropping his eyes, Dean looks down, remarking, "that's it?"
Constant reminder, they hear, "guys? Are you still paying attention to me?"
"For a finger," Phil removes the clamp and turns towards their willing victim. "But for a hungry masochist," he begins to untighten the screw in the clamp.
It did hit Dean, 'masochist,' knowing at least one in his life, a dude back in ninth grade, who seemed to not mind getting worked over by a particular badassed bully.
Then Dean wakes out of his gaydream, hearing El yelp, "ouch! Oh! Oh yeah! Bring it on!"
Phil had weeded through the fibers of El's left pec, to administer the first of two nip clamps, "can't wait for more, can you?"
"Oh yeah," El breathed in and with an exhale, "more, please, sir."
As Phil worked on fastening the nip clamps to each of El's fuzzy pecs, Dean takes notice of the connection to the 20-year old's crotch, "that was quick!"
"Oh that," Phil chuckles as he delivers real pain, "that's nothing. In a few minutes we'll see it start getting oozy."
With more ministrations, Phil's hands making El cry out in pain and pleasure, Dean studies the erect shaft.
Phil suggests, "any time you want to help him along?"
Still amazed at how fast El's 6c sprung up, Dean says, "huh?"
While taking a breather from releasing the screws, tightening, adding more torture, lessening the pressure, giving El's nips a twist, turn, pull, Phil makes a hand like closed around El's barrel and gives it a mental massaging.
"Oh. That," Dean giggles.
Replicating Phil's imaginary hold on El's cock, Dean wraps a hand around.
Nothing of the sort was needed, except to feel manhandled, El arching his back at the touch of Dean's hand on his shaft, "oh shit, no...not yet!"
A father is there in the household to teach a son how to play baseball, help with school, that first shave, how to turn up the wick and apply pit-freshener, stuff about the birds and the bees. For Phil, all that included basement-activities, which his dad seemed to take in stride with all the other tutorings, adding stuff like hot to apply certain objects to a man's bod. Only out to stoke each other, Phil never witnessed his father playing with a man's bod, unless the bound half of the equation wanted his bod played with. In his teachings, Phil learned how to apply dungeon props, but more than that, how much a man could take and when to quit.
"That should just about do it!"
Just as El's cock explodes, Phil removes both clamps from El's nips, adding, "keep stroking," placing a hand on Dean's forearm.
Feeling the goo coat his hand, indeed, Dean was ready to withdraw his five digits, but when confronted, "no?"
"Not quite yet. Let it run the whole course."
In place of a clamp, Phil was flicking El's nips, alternating between one and other.
Between cursing, words of pleasure and pain, El bucked hips as if a monster buttplug were impaling him, Dean causing his shaft to hurl excrement over and over, till the supply dwindled down to nothing.
"Squeeze the last bit out?"
Dean didn't think of that, only his wet hand, "I thought that was it?"
"Could be. You won't know until you try?"
Bring the last bead of milky out of El's weakening shaft, it produces a bead of moisture, "I think that's it."
"Not quite," Phil smiles, taking hold of Dean's wrist.
He leads Dean along the side of the table, bringing Dean's hand till it hovers over El's face, saying, "lick it clean, boy."
Again, the barking order, not the best rendering for an actor seeking an academy award, but it tickled Dean to hear El ordered to lick his hand off, saying, "cool."
Very quickly, the idea of having a tongue in between each digit of his hand, it began to wear off, Dean's eyes more affixed on watching Phil look at that squirmy cleaner.
He was equally attuned to Phil's hand, "hey, don't get too stroke-y with that hand, big boy!"
"'Strokie'? Is that even a word?"
If he wasn't keyed up to cleaning Dean's hand off, perhaps El would have interrupted the pair in a moment of sweet tradeoffs of affection. It's not like El hasn't tasted himself, licked creme off fingers, toes, the middle of some dude's hairy chest, collected goo filling a deep bellyhole, or in most circumstances, pubes...
El realises he's vacuumed all that sweetness off Dean, but also, "hey guys, you're doing it to me again?"
It's also apparent, attention lost, when the chasm between left and right side of his bod closes up, a dark shadow cutting off the dim lighting from overhead.
A dungeon has to have precise lighting!
Not which El minded, in Phil leaning closer, over his chest, so close that as his balls sat on the table, his shaft lay up against his lats. The hand the older master was holding his dick with, was now pulling Dean in for a sweet kiss.
"Hey guys, really?"
Third or fourth time? Who was counting?
All Dean knew, is he had to have Phil and too long has his cock gone from hard to semi- to hard and back again.
Regardless, it wasn't him the El had to answer to, "what was that, boy?"
El, crying out, "owch. Ooch. Ow-w-w, oh man!"
Dean stood there, reset to his own feet, watching Phil take out his vengeance on their bound victim, "you're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Not really."
"It looks like you are."
Smiling back at Dean, it wasn't the kind where a born sadist was enjoying his work, a sweetness not characteristic of a man meant to maim.
"I'd rather be doing other things!"
Truthfully, Dean hadn't realised his hand returning to the gravity center of his crotch. Fingertips lodged under his big balls were softly moving in rhythm to the palm working the tip of his hard-on.
"Oh, I didn't even realise."
After a final howling, once again their stare broke, back to their bound captive, El not able to keep his feelings capped.
Dean, gaze broken, feasted his eyes on El's shaft giving way to an uncontrollable eruption of man-magma and with second thoughts, "that's like, 'massive'!"
Phil toys with the idea, after having let loose of the chain which had stretched El's nips out of proportion, "right, but which one of us is going to clean it up?"
Dean states his intentions, "not me."
Having the challenge for the alpha male set before him, Phil wasn't sure he was ready to relinquish the crown when they got to his bedroom.
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