Date: 2009-01-11 03:37 pm (UTC)
Mike was crazy. He rode that edge of certifiable and charismatic. Which explained why Tom was strapped down to the bed.

Every last muscle bound inch held down. Each joint wrapped and strapped so that movement was impossible. He could only beg while Jensen ran feathers, soft with that edge of scratchy, wherever his heart desired. His heart mostly led him to the cock and balls also bound and begging.

Mike, the crazy fucker, was using his newly grown hair, still short and stubby, to tickle, root, and snort like a pig. His path took him from armpit to chest,sensitizing flesh until Tom was incoherent with need. Only then was he allowed to come. Jensen sat quietly, waiting for Tom to come down so they could trade places.
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