Booker Epilogue

She reached inside and took out one of the three centimetres steel rings. Tom knew that this would be embedded within the end of his cock within moments. He looked over at Natasha who had taken a seat and was reading one of the women’s magazines. She didn’t even look at him as he was led into a room at the back.

Tom sat up and pulling a cushion onto his lap, he hugged it protectively against his chest. “You were staring at me,” he mumbled against his trembling fingers.

Tom lowered his body so he was sitting on Booker’s thighs, but his lover’s finger remained inside him, gently massaging his prostate and the double stimulation had him panting with hot desire. “I’m close… I’m close,” he gasped, his body squirming with pleasure. “Oh, God… oh, fuck… oh oh oh oh OOOH!”

Taking an unsteady breath, Tom waited for the indignity to begin. Several long seconds passed before he felt a slick finger pressing against him.

Emboldened, Tom lightly grasped Booker’s testicles, and with a tentative hand, he gave a gentle tug. He was rewarded with another moan and he smiled against the creamy flesh beneath his lips. It had been a long time since he’d had complete control over another person’s sexual pleasure, and he started to believe he could be the lover Booker deserved. Not that he claimed to have half the skills Booker possessed when it came to effecting an orgasm in a male partner, but in time he would learn.

Although the truth of Booker’s statement had him faltering, Tom was not about to let his friend off the hook. “That doesn’t mean I gave you permission to paw me like a fucking oversexed pervert! It was barely even a kiss, Booker, it was—”

When Tom lowered his gaze and mumbled, “Yes, Ma’am,” in a submissive tone, Booker’s grin broadened. He had indulged in many sexual fantasies about Tom, and his favorite was the dom/sub role play. But now that he had witnessed Tom’s compliance, he knew the fantasy would be even more realistic than before. At that precise moment he could picture Tom handcuffed to the bed, his naked body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement, his expression desperate to please, and for the third time that morning, his cock hardened. He quickly realized he was heading towards dangerous territory and shifting his gaze, he stared at the admin officer’s beak-like nose. It was the remedy he needed and within seconds, his budding erection wilted. A

His tongue pushes so deep in her that she cries out. Her hand comes down and she puts them back into his curls. Jada grips him tight. She knows that she is on the verge and goes round and round against his mouth. She whispers his name. He says, “Mmmm…hmmm.”

Of all the taunts and insults Tom Ross had thrown at his wife, and the acts he'd so far perpetrated in this 'pretend' rape, - the harsh slaps to her face, throwing her around as if she were nothing but a rag-doll, forcing to her knees, and ripping the expensive corset of her body, tearing it to shreds in the process, and mockingly laughing as she almost choked his cock as he uncaringly and violently violated her mouth; that was the one phrase, if he'd had his senses about him, that he would have immediately regretted.

“I love you,” he murmured, and without waiting for an answer, he continued an oral examination of his lover’s warm flesh. His tongue dipped into the hollow of Dennis’ throat, his soft, moist lips full of tenderness and passion as they explored the familiar contours. The heat of Booker’s skin radiated against his lips, and his breath melted into a moan. “Oh, babe,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking

Before I could finish my sentence Eddie pushed his cock back into my sore mouth and started to slowly slide it back and forth.

But just as he had made up his mind to tell Booker it was over, a strident voice inside his head told him to stop being so pathetic and fight, fight, fight! Despite the roller coaster ride that was their friendship, Booker had chosen him as a partner, not Jorge, and he needed to stop doubting his lover’s motives and treat him with the respect he deserved. But it wasn’t quite as easy as that. If their relationship was to survive, he needed to overcome his fears and give Booker the greatest gift he could offer; his unconditional love. It was a huge step for someone who only three months before had been violently raped by seven strangers, but it was a sacrifice Tom was willing to make. His love was absolute, and he wanted to experience the same level of passion his lover had once shared with Jorge. He wanted to feel loved. He wanted to be Booker’s everything.

“A-Augh…” Tyler’s face was flushed a deep crimson red as his sensitive spots were prodded at over and over again. To hold back any more moans, Tyler pressed his hands against his mouth, forming an X as his head tilted back, unbeknownst revealing more of the supple flesh Zach desired so. A soft and airy moan floated through his fingertips. “N-No more, Zach…” Tyler mumbled.

Valerie’s pace increased at her brother’s request, but not by much as she already struggled to take his thick cock in the during normal circumstances and inside a small car was not the most pleasant place for Valerie to have to work her brother’s thick organ. Feeling her brother’s coming release, Valerie did her best to force as much of her brother’s equine cock into her mouth and down her throat.

His hands gripped the top end of the T–shape, his strong thighs and buttocks thrust his penis at the cushion, frantically rubbing his glans against it. Repeatedly, he made love to the soft, padded material, oblivious to the laughter and applause from the audience. This was not a young man who wanted an orgasm; rather, this young male needed his orgasm regardless of how he got it. Every muscle in his body throbbed and strained as he savagely ‘humped’