do not have a good feeling about it, and not only how I’d naturally not have a good feeling about it.”
Tack nodded. “I hear you.”
“He finds out who she is, what she was up to and that she’s taken up with a brother of Chaos, he’s not gonna like it.”
“He doesn’t have a choice. But hopefully by the time he learns all that, he’ll be outta commission to do anything about it.”
Yeah.
Hopefully.
That made Rush nod.
“Right. We done?” Tack asked.
“We’re done,” Rush told him.
“Later, son,” Tack said, pushed out of his chair on a sigh, came to Rush and wrapped his finger’s around his son’s shoulder for a squeeze before he strolled out.
Rush dug out his phone.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d phoned his mother.
He still didn’t hesitate to make the call.
He got her voicemail.
“Mom? Rush. I know Dad called, you didn’t call back. You need to call back, Mom. Shit is happening and I want you safe. So call me as soon as you get this. Yeah?”
He took in a big breath as he disconnected.
Then he moved down on his contacts and found his sister.
A Successful Afternoon
Valenzuela
He was going to come.
And he was going to do it hard.
Interesting.
His fingers tightened around the leather straps binding his wrists, his arms spread wide and stretched so he felt pain in his shoulders. His toes curled, digging into the bed, pulling at the straps around his ankles, furthering the pain at his inner thighs that were overextended. His breath came heavy through his nose since his mouth was gagged, his forehead digging into the mattress.
And his hips moved uncontrollably, humping his aching cock against the silk sheet under him until everything stiffened, strained. His balls drew up so tight, he felt piercing pain before he bucked violently against his bindings, his head jerking back, and he experienced the sweet release, grunting against the silk in his mouth, warm wet suffusing the area at his stomach.
It kept coming, that release. His body beginning to jerk, the bindings digging into his flesh, the noises from his mouth escaping around the cloth as he saturated the sheet under him, his movements almost desperate, the rubbing of his cock against that warm, sodden silk that felt almost like a pussy and getting more of all the rest.
All of it.
And it went on so long, in some small part of his brain that was not about his orgasm, he actually felt genuine fear it would never stop.
It stopped and his body sunk lax into the bed.
He set his face to the sheet, eyes closed, and drew deep at his nose.
It took some time to register what was causing the gratifying feeling he was still experiencing.
His eyes opened.
“Like that?” her voice purred at him.
He stared up close at the red sheet.
“They always think they won’t like it,” she murmured victoriously. “But they always like it.”
His fingers tightened again on the straps.
“Wonder if I can make you go again that hard if I keep doing this,” she said, continuing to glide the large, rubber phallus in and out of his oiled ass. “But sad to say, your time is up. You’ll have to book me again. Double up. I’ll keep this goodness going and we’ll see.”
He gritted his teeth on his gag as she slid the cock from him.
He felt her move from where she was kneeling by his hip on the bed and turned his head.
He watched her saunter into the bathroom, her short, shiny pleather skirt looking cheap, because it was. Fishnets held up by suspenders. Thigh-high, shiny red leather, spike-heeled boots. Pleather bustier with a variety of thin straps that led to a thick one around her neck, the whole garment dotted with studs. Gauntlets with more studs that ran from wrists to elbows.
A good deal of auburn hair.
He’d told her no ridiculous outfit.
When he’d arrived, he’d seen that she had defied his instructions, but he’d been interested enough at what would result from their session to allow that defiance.
He’d also told her no ass play.
She’d gagged him, and he had been fine with that.
What he had not known at the time was that she’d done it so he could not verbally protest.
He had not read the handbook, but it was his understanding that was against the rules.
Benito did not have a lot of use for rules.
However, he was feeling them right then, lying in his own ejaculate, gagged and strapped to a bed, his cock spent, his ass used.
This had been a tryout. Just to