DISCLAIMER -- This is a story about actors from the TV series 13 Reasons Why. It's fictional.
Unless it turns out this was true all along, in which case, I didn't know, I'm just a soothsayer of some kind.
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Dylan Minnette (Clay Jensen) Christian Navarro (Tony Padilla) Ross Butler (Zach Dempsey) Devin Druid (Tyler Down) Tommy Dorfman (Ryan Shaver) Steven Silver (Marcus Cole)
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He's in there?
"Yes," muttered Craig, "and you don't mind me filming this? I don't usually get people volunteering." Brandon laughed. "Why not? As long as I can get a copy."
"Sure," Craig smiled. His teeth were perfect; his canines were deliciously sharp, almost vampire-like. Brandon wanted to fuck him, badly. The only thing stopping him was Dylan. They'd discussed it after the orgy scene, it might be best to get close to him, and fucking him too soon might give the game away.
Craig led Brandon through the door of the set. It was Clay Jensen's house--his kitchen to be precise.
Next to the table, his wrists tied to the light fixture with rope, with Timothy Granaderos. He was completely naked. His eyes were covered with a blindfold. His nipples were pinched tight by clamps, and a butt plug with a small fluffy tail was stuck inside his hole.
On the table were a set of toys. There was a ball gag, and device for holding his mouth open, several dildos and vibrators, three different whips, more clamps and a cock ring.
Tim's erection was throbbing. A drop of moisture gathered at the tip of his cock, threatening to fall.
"Can we carry on now?" Tim begged, his voice pathetic and full of longing.
"Shut it, we carry on when I say we do."
Tim whined. Brandon's cock twitched in his pants. Craig turned to him and leaned in.
"He's all yours, I'll be watching from the back."
Dylan smiled as Craig left the room and rubbed his hands together. Then, he moved towards Tim. His hand touched his chest and Tim gasped. He ran his fingertips down Tim's body, along his abs, down the `V' towards his cock, then he stopped. Tim whined again.
Brandon fell to his knees. The head of Tim's cock was an inch away from his face. He blew on it gently and watched the drop of precum fall to the floor. Tim shuddered.
Brandon extended his tongue. The tip of it touched the slit of Tim's wet cockhead. Tim gasped and tried to thrust his cock forward. Brandon moved his head just in time so the pounding meat met only air.
Tim whined. Brandon grasped the cock with his left hand and pulled upwards so the head was facing the ceiling. Then, his tongue massaged his balls before steadily running along the underside of his shaft. Brandon felt Tim's entire body shudder with anticipation.
Then, Brandon placed the head of the cock between his lips, his tongue teasing it lightly. This time, Tim didn't force it.
"Can I?" he asked, "please?"
Brandon nodded aggressively enough the Tim would be able to feel it. He got the message.
He began to fuck Brandon's face desperately, eager for release. Brandon choked and gagged, saliva running down his chin as Tim's cock punched the back of his throat again and again. Tim's breathing became more ragged, his moans louder.
"I'm gonna..."
Brandon pushed him back. Tim growled this time, his frustration palpable.
"Fuck! Fuck you!"
Brandon chuckled and stood up. He moved behind Tim. Then, he grabbed Tim's inner thighs and lifted him. The light fixture squeaked as Brandon moved him, but held firm. Brandon pushed him so that Tim was in a kneeling position on the kitchen table. His back was arched slightly, his ass pushed out, and his thick thighs were spread apart.
Brandon took in the beautiful sight. Admiring his muscular back, his plump, firm ass, and the sexy toy shoved into his ass.
He gripped it and pulled it out softly. Tim shivered. Brandon dropped the toy to the floor and heard the wet `thunk'.
His hole was so appetising that Brandon had to stick his tongue in there. Tim pushed back into Brandon's face. He played with the moist hole with a swirling tongue, enjoying Tim's guttural groans with each penetration. The heat and sweat were intoxicating.
"I think I'm gonna..." Tim exclaimed.
Brandon pulled back. He absolutely was not going to let that happen. He grabbed the leather whip and slashed his back with it. Tim cried out. Brandon brought it down on him again, and again, and again. He cried out each time, and his back grew increasingly red with each blow.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Brandon grabbed the ball gag, and pushed it into his mouth as he was pleading. Then, he mounted the table. On his knees, Brandon twisted Tim again. The light fixture gave another creak in protest. Brandon jerked his dick quickly before positioning it against Tim's entrance. He pushed.
Tim cried out. His groans were muffled and he shook even more ferociously than before. Brandon took no notice. Tim was nothing more than a hole to him now. A vessel to sate his lust. He began to thrust with no remorse and Tim screamed into the gag, louder and louder. The light fixture groaned.
He picked up the whip and began thrashing Tim with it between every other thrust. They were both sweating now. Tim was near delirious. He'd never been denied an orgasm for so long.
Tim's back was raw, and Brandon was close. He threw the whip on the floor and wrapped his arms around Tim's neck. He pulled him close and throttled him. Tim heard him choke, felt the sweat and saliva as their bodies drew close. He came inside him.
He thrust hard three times. Each time injecting another heavy load deep inside Tim's hole. Then, he released his grip and Tim spluttered.
Brandon pulled out and watched his cum drip from the red hole onto the kitchen table. Then, he dismounted and dropped to his knees. Tim's cock was bright red and visibly pulsating. It wanted release so badly. Brandon only had to place his mouth against the tip to taste an overwhelming gush of precum. Then, he lowered his head down to the base of his cock. Once, twice, three times. Tim came.
His breathing was erratic and heavy. His body was glistening. Brandon savoured the sight as Tim unloaded into his mouth. He took it all, and then stood up. He unfastened the ball gag, and lifted up his blindfold. Before Tim had a chance to react, Brandon's mouth was on his. The kiss was wet, and salty.
Brandon left the room without a word. Craig was already working on getting the file ready for him. He took notice of the large tent in his pants as he did so. "If you need me to do any other scenes, here's my number."
Craig smiled and nodded. "I'll be in touch."
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