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.Now he was freed from his sexual bonds, his cock allowed to rampantly take pleasure in the expert sucking of another man.He hadn’t been sucked like this in years, and the semen surged like a waterfall up the length of his prick.“Do it, you fucking slut!” he commanded.“You know you want a bellyful of hot male spunk—so suck it! Oh God, yes!”Lock teetered on the edge of orgasm, this close to shooting his enormous, eager load.That’s where Turk’s sly, devious nature came back into play.Turk backed off.He squeezed his fist around the base of the prick like a hot, fleshy cock ring.His talented thumb pressed the channel right under the glans, effectively stopping the flood, keeping Lock poised on the edge, on his tiptoes, his hips shuddering for release.Lock struggled so fiercely against his bonds the chair lifted off the floor.It was his only tiny sense of satisfaction to bang that chair on the shitty carpet like some crazed lion tamer, so he did it over and over, rat-tat-tatting like a machine gun.“What the fuck, Blackburn? What do you want from me? What do you want me to fucking say? That I’m a flaming fucking homo? That I want you? I’ll say anything you want.I’m a flaming fruit who wants another man’s mouth around my junk.I fucking crave you like a heroin addict.I’m a fucking homo who wants your dick in my mouth as much as I want your—Ah!”Something long, hard, and slick, something deviant Lock had been eternally craving probably since a fucking adolescent, slid up his rectum.His sphincter clamped down automatically around the slick tool, accepting it at the same time that he felt violated, raped by it.Turk wielded the instrument with precision, massaging the inside of his asshole, first sensuously, then savagely.Lock found he enjoyed the brutal thrusts almost as much as the sensuous caresses.Turk alternated between loving and vicious.Lock calmed his bucking, not wanting Turk to accidentally injure him with the object he figured out was the handle of the feather duster.He found himself fascinated with the sight of the bare-chested beauty, the way his pecs rippled as he impaled Lock’s most sensitive core with the expertise of a surgeon.Turk’s upper lip would lift into a snarl when he invaded Lock rapaciously.Then his eyes would fill with affectionate tenderness, and he’d stroke Lock’s gland with love.Meanwhile, Lock’s shiny, bursting cock pulsated against his belly.He felt imbued with machismo, being admired by such a smoking hot stud.Looking down, even he admired his own bullet-hard nipples, the luscious, rich, realistic owl tattoo that spread out fiercely over one pec.He had thought it symbolized his craving for freedom, and now for the first time it stood for his actual freedom.He was living freedom, acting on it, taking steps toward it.He admired his own taut abs, the neat Brazilian wax of his pubes he’d maintained even after Ruby had left.He had other shrapnel scars, scars from fights that toughened him, made him his own man.He mentally challenged Turk to find a more carved, ripped bastard than him, and he knew his cock was longer and thicker than most, having spent hours—days, months—looking at delectable nude men on the net.He suddenly didn’t care that being fucked up the ass was a passive gay thing to do.That yesterday it would’ve struck fear into his heart that another man was reaming him deliciously with a fucking inanimate object, while his own pounding hard-on remained securely snug inside his tantalizing 501s.Lock was bared for all to see, almost buck fucking naked, the baldness and transparency of his craving just laid wide the fuck open.Turk now knew him more closely than anyone ever had, maybe even Park.Corporal Langham had never dared to tie up the bossy, controlling Dom, much less shove anything up his ass.And Lock was loving it!When it was Turk Blackburn wielding the tool, Lock hungered for more.Another round, one more scene, just one more spear and thrust.Now Turk was saying something.Lock had to shake his head to get it on halfway straight and make out what his lover—my lover!—was saying.“You like that? I can tell you like that.You like being fucked by this handle.You like being fucked by anything, don’t you, because you’re a twisted, bent motherfucker who likes it hard and rough and—”“Yes I like it!” Lock roared.“I like being fucked by you, I like being sucked by you, so get down on your fucking knees, you fucking slave, and do it! Make me come with your mouth while you fuck me up the ass with that thing, and make sure you rub it against that sweet spot that’s going to make me explode into your sucking—Agh!”He’d finally gotten to Turk.Turk fell upon his groin, his broad shoulders lifting up the backs of Lock’s thighs so the tips of his boots barely touched the carpet [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]