3 comments/ 56722 views/ 7 favorites Idle Hands Ch. 01 By: RedHairedandFriendly Tim watched his best-friend Kenneth make small talk with the gentleman that leaned against the corner of the bar. He watched the familiar way Kenneth closed the distance between him and his prey. A small smirk rose to his lips as the gentleman reached out and ran a finger down Ken's jaw, before pulling back and smiling a grin that spoke of approval. "Looks like you and Ken are over," a voice whispered behind Tim. He turned and felt his chest tightened. The cobalt blue eyes he'd been trying to capture for the past few weeks were finally staring into his chocolate brown ones. Tim swallowed his nervousness and then shrugged his shoulders. "Ken and I split a couple weeks ago." "You both seem to be doing okay," the man said, claiming a seat next to Tim at the bar. "Yeah, we are. Our relationship was more friendship than romance." Tim turned in his seat and signaled for the bartender to bring them both a bottle of beer. "Ken and I have been friends for the past thirty years. About a year ago, he lost his partner in an automobile accident and I was between lovers, so it was natural for me to be there for him. Our relationship has always been close, the intimacies were just something that we enjoyed at our own paces, but like I said, it's friendship between us, not love like he shared with Bill." "Well, it was good he had someone there for him." "Yeah, he's been there for me too. I'm glad to know he's ready to play the field again." "And are you?" the man asked. His hand suddenly found a home on Tim's leg. Tim looked down and then up. "I've seen you in here, but I'll admit my ignorance. What's your name?" He watched a wide smile cross the handsome features of the young man. Tim felt his cock jerk as he imagined that grin looking up at him with his cock resting below the pink-hued lips. "Hugh," the blonde Adonis answered, extending his other hand, while choosing to leave the one on Tim's leg. "I've been watching you for sometime too, which was how I knew who you were and whom you were seeing. I just didn't know the extent of your friendship." Tim felt Hugh's firm grip and found himself somewhat startled by the electricity that seemed to shoot from the man's hands and roll itself through his system. Hugh was younger than him, probably by a good fifteen or twenty years, but Tim felt like an inexperienced boy. "Well, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," he said, dropping Hugh's hand and picking up his beer. He drew a long drink from the cold beverage and tried to calm the beating of his heart. "The pleasure is all mine," Hugh said. His hand moved higher on Tim's bare leg. The Arizona sun beat down on the world around them and Tim thanked the Heavens that he'd worn denim shorts and a tank top when he came to the bar this hot summer night. He opened his legs and glanced sideways at Hugh. His eyes locked with those of the younger man and he saw Hugh's brow lift as if questioning how far Tim wanted the evening to go. "How old are you Hugh?" Tim asked, moving his hand from the bar down to Hugh's. He covered it with his older and more experienced fingers, squeezed them and then slipped them up higher so they barely touched the hem of his shorts. "I'm twenty-three. You?" Hugh asked as he took the hint and slid his fingers partway up the denim fabric. His nails scrapped Tim's inner thigh muscles, teasing the skin and gently pulling on the hair. Tim felt his cock extend another inch and he eyed Hugh cautiously. What was happening to him, he thought to himself as his body began to physically ache from the delicious images that were playing about in his head. "I'm fifty-three," he answered and then added under his breath, "but you're making me feel like I'm a kid with my first hard on." Hugh chuckled and slid his hand out from underneath Tim's shorts. Tim groaned his disappointment, but then quickly recovered when he saw Hugh stand up and move closer to him. He felt the young man's breath on his neck and his lips on his ear. "I have a feeling you're use to calling the shots; aren't you?" The question surprised Tim and forced him to analyze what Hugh had just asked. He never thought of if he was the one to call the shots in any of his past relationships, but now that the question was posed to him, he inwardly admitted that was the case. Tim always decided who would do what and when, he'd never allowed another, not even Ken to take charge. He nodded his head and then felt Hugh's palm press against the back of his neck, his fingers slipping along the short crop hair that he recently had trimmed. "Tell ya what Tim. . .I know I'm younger than you, but I like being in control and I think you'd like it too." Tim already knew he'd like it. His cock was begging to be free and enveloped in the warm hands, lips and ass of the young man that stood beside him, making his body tingle with anticipated pleasure. Tim finished his beer and stood up. "Hugh, I feel like a dirty old man about to jerk off to the sight of a young pup buried under him." Hugh laughed and reached into his back pocket, pulled several bills from its depth and laid them on the bar. "The drinks were on me tonight," he said and then placed his hand on the small of Tim's back. "Since I'm leading the dance I think I'll tell you when you can jerk off and with whom." Tim's breath caught in his throat as he thought of testing the young man's words, but something told him to hold off and see what kind of game this kid had in mind. He felt the pressure of Tim's fingers against his back and knew he was being told with silent movements to head out of the bar. The thrill of the unknown was like a heavy cologne that teased the air. Tim found himself growing more excited as he crossed the room and headed out the door, still in contact with Hugh in someway. They stopped and he turned to the young man, once more taken back by the strength in the bright eyes. "Whose car? Or do we drive separately?" he asked. Inwardly he didn't want to leave Hugh's side, fearful that all of this was a dream and the young stud would disappear. "My truck," Hugh answered and Tim's face lit up in a relieved grin. "That's what I wanted to hear," he said and then was rewarded with Hugh's hand rubbing the small of his back as he pointed out a red pick-up. They walked together; Tim felt his cock stiffening and reached down to adjust the growing bulge. "Don't," Hugh told him, his voice heavy with demand and his breath barely brushing against Tim's neck. "I'll tell you when you can touch and when you can't." Tim shuddered and clenched his hand. A thrill of excitement and wonder washed through him and he wondered what more would Hugh demand or deny from him. He took his seat in the cab of the young man's truck, noted the absence of fast food and empty pop or beer bottles. This didn't surprise him, already he was seeing Hugh as a young kid that had a clear idea of what he liked and didn't like; messes were something he was sure Hugh wasn't found of. A soft smile played on his lips as he thought of his place; clothes were lying about. Dirty dishes littered the counter and the sink. He'd been a bachelor for too long, he told himself, just as Hugh started up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. "Take it out," Hugh said, interrupting the silence of their travels. Tim smirked and then unzipped his pants. He stared at Hugh's eyes, wanting to see his reaction to his straining manhood. He was rewarded with a nod of approval from the young man and his cock leapt in pleasure at the welcomed sight. Tim held his cock in his hand; his fingers toyed with the tip and then trailed down the swollen veins. He watched Hugh lick his lips and shift in his seat. Then he was greeted with Hugh's hand replacing his. "I told you to take it out, not feel it up," he said and then began to stroke the thick meat. "It's mine right now," he said and squeezed hard, bringing a moan of lust from Tim's throat. "I'm going to play with you the whole ride home and you best not come," he whispered and began to stroke Tim's shaft with slow, torturous strokes. Tim watched as his meat was swallowed up by Hugh's hand. He cringed when he heard the young man's words, but he merely nodded his agreement and settled back in his chair. His eyes closed and he began to concentrate on the touch of the man's fingers as they rolled up and down his shaft and then across the ridge before sliding across the spongy head. Hugh's fingers moved faster and then stopped, a groan of disappointment had started to roll from Tim's lips, but it was quickly replaced with a sigh of pleasure when Hugh slowed up, sped up, then slowed up again. He shifted in his seat, turning his body so Hugh could gather up more of the inches he was providing. "My God, Hugh. . . my balls ache." "Do you want to touch them?" he asked and stopped stroking to tease the blood filled veins with his nails. "Yeah, man. May I? Ohhh fuck, that feels good." "May you what?" Hugh asked as he teased the base of Tim's shaft. His nails scrapped across the top of the older man's testicles and pulled at the coarse hairs. "Touch my balls. . . Mmmm. . .may I touch my balls, Hugh." Tim wasn't aware of how badly he needed to feel himself until Hugh had scratched the sensitive flesh. He felt the tension in his stomach tighten, as he mentally prayed that Hugh would allow him to massage his testicles. "Pull them out," Hugh answered and then dropped Tim's cock. Tim's eyes grew wide, then settled back to normal when he saw Hugh was simply turning into the drive of an old farm house. When he had his balls in his hand, he began to play with them, enjoying the sensation of their velvet sack and the knowing weight of the twin spheres. "Thanks," Tim whispered and then looked over at Hugh. Their eyes met and Hugh held his gaze for a moment before unbuckling his seat and then Tim's. Another leap from his cock brought Hugh's hungry stare to the center of his lap and Tim groaned when Hugh bent over the seat and latched onto his swollen dick. "Ahhh. . . fuck yeah," Tim moaned and increased the rubbing of his sack while his other hand moved into Hugh's hair. "Ohh man. . . ohhh fuck Hugh. . .feels so. . .oh God it feels so good." Hugh's lips moved down the full length of Tim's dick, sucking and pulling at the flesh. His teeth scrapped the sides, and his tongue circled around the front and back as he began to ascend to the tip before gliding back down to the bottom. He moved his hand from his own slacks, which he'd been rubbing with a firm stroke and shoved Tim's fingers from his balls. Tim laid even more back in the seat and put his other hand in Hugh's hair. He felt the young hands of his new lover squeezing and massaging his balls, while his mouth made slurping noises as it drank up the steady drops of pre cum that were leaking out. "Ohhh Hugh. . .don't stop sucking. . . ohhh fuck, I'm gonna. . ." Suddenly he felt his seed shoot out and slide into the hot mouth that was covering him. He shivered as the burst flowed out of him and Hugh finished drinking the salty milk. His back had arched and his breathing had stopped. Tim held Hugh to him as he shot a second stream down the young man's throat and then a third. His eyes were clenched tight and sparks shot past the lids. When he felt the cold air of the car surround him he knew Hugh had moved away from the whole package and was looking up at him. Come covered the soft lips and he could see that Hugh held some in his mouth. He beckoned him toward him and together the two men met, sharing the come-filled treat. When their tongues and lips separated, the hot liquid had been transferred back to its owner. Tim swallowed and then licked his lips. Hugh sat back up and lifted one brow. "I'm very sure I told you not to come," he whispered and then opened the truck door. He looked back into the cab and glanced at the now soft cock. "I want that hard before you walk into my place. If it isn't then you may as well start walking home." Hugh shut the door to his truck and walked away, leaving Tim stunned, but growing excited. He knew it wouldn't be long and he'd be following the young man into the house and seeing what else was in store for the two of them. Idle Hands Ch. 01 I'm stacking towels on the high shelf, arms above my head when you come up behind me. Your fingertips start at my elbows, skimming slowly down my arms. Your fingers flatten out to trace further over my tits then back to tips to work down my body to my waist. Your fingers curl around my hips and you hold me as you push your body against me. I feel your cock pushing through your jeans and I smile. Start to drop my arms and turn around and your fingers tighten 'Keep your arms up'. I breathe out slowly and my arms stretch high above me. You wrap my wrist cuffs quickly and attach the chain to the back of my collar. The collar I wear at home. The collar you put on me. I can drop my hands behind my head but can't bring them far down at the front. I'm more helpless like that, as I've previously discovered. You undo my jeans and start to push them down my hips 'Take them off'. I wiggle them down and step out, kicking them off to the side. I feel your left hand grip over my tit and your palm grinds against my hardened nipple. Your right hand is undoing the buttons of my shirt until one gets stuck and you rip it open, a couple of buttons come off and hit against the wall. 'Look at the mess you're making' I don't know if you mean the buttons or my wetness as your right hand has made its way into my panties and two fingers are tracing over my wet slit. 'You need to be punished for the mess' I should argue, it was you that caused both 'messes' but I won't. My pussy spasmed and my nipples tingled at the words, my breath start a little quicker. You push me towards the door of the bedroom. The D ring on the cuffs is attached to the hook at the top of the door frame. I stand in just my panties, feel them getting wetter as I contemplate just how you plan to punish me. Your hand slams down on my ass cheek, no warm up or warning. I gasp and cry out. I start to run on the spot to take the pain out of my ass. 'You know the rules' I nod, go still and take a deep breath. Slap My breath hisses out, that one was just as hard as the last. 'One...thank you sir' Slap 'Two...thank you sir' Slap 'Three. Ow ow ow...thank you sir' Slap Aaaaaaahhhh 'Ugh Four...thank you sir' Slap (lighter) 'Five...oh thank you sir' Your nails rake over my ass, my legs twitch and I hold my breath so I don't cry out. 'You're enjoying this? Aren't you slut?' Grabbing my hair, pulling my head back as your left hand dips into my panties. 'You're even wetter, you dirty slut'. You murmur into my neck, kissing me very gently from my jaw to my collar bone. 'I'm going to have to punish you harder.' I moan. Somewhere between a 'no don't' and a 'no don't stop'. You let go of my hair and I can see your left hand out of the corner of my eye, gripping the door frame. Steadying yourself and I know you're going to be able to smack me harder now. Slap - right on the sit spot 'Oh god oh god oh god' How am I going to cope with this? 'Six, thank you sir' I gasp in a rush, remembering just in time. Seven, eight and nine come close together and my head is now hanging down. My ass cherry red and my panties soaked through. Slap - the sit spot again! My head lifts 'Oooowwwww... Ten...thank you sir.' 'Please sir, I won't make a mess again. Please sir.' I'm panting, begging, only partly from the pain. 'You say that every time and every time I need to punish you.' Your voice has a tinge of laughter. We both know you will punish me whenever you want, for whatever you want, this is just part of the game. Your hand pulls my panties at the waist. The back pulled to the side and you snap it on my left ass cheek. I gasp and rub my legs together to take the sting away. You grasp the elastic again and pull sharply. This time it rips and you yank it down my thighs. You spin me, my shoulders starting to ache, my ass on fire. You grin down at me. The glint in your eye shows me this is far from over. I watch you rub your cock through your jeans as you stare. Your right hand squeezing your cock through the denim, your left hand comes up to spank my tits quickly. Five each side in quick succession. 'Not nearly red enough'. You sigh, eyes sparkling, the corner of your mouth twitching in a smirk. You squeeze hard on your cock and grab my left tit. Squeezing, pulling on my nipple, quickly letting it go and spanking my nipple back into my tit. Again and again. You swap hands and attack my right tit in the same way. I'm twisting in my bonds and jiggling in the doorway. 'Please sir, please. Please stop. I've learned my lesson.' I am begging this time. To stop the punishment and to get the reward I really want. 'Oh my sweet.' Your hand under my chin lifts my head so I can look into your eyes. 'We haven't even begun to teach you a lesson. This was the warm up and since I can see just how wet it got you, I'm going to have to find a proper punishment for you.' Your hands reach up to detach the cuffs from the door frame. 'You need to learn to obey my sweet and I have all day to teach you.' Idle Hands Ch. 02 Tim's hand moved back to his cock. The moisture from Hugh's sucking and stroking had dried, but his cock was already growing hard again. He saw the younger gentleman walk into the house and heard his demand that Tim not come in unless he was ready to submit to him, with a swollen dick to prove it. That didn't take long. Tim left his cock out as he opened the truck door and walked toward the farmhouse. His heart was beating fast, every step taking him closer to an experience he'd never had before, one where he would allow another to be the Boss, and not just another, but a younger man who he'd been infatuated with for weeks. He opened the screen door, the main door having been left ajar; a rare Arizona breeze brushed in behind him. He closed the screen door; his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room as he walked into the living room. The sound of another reached him just as he felt strong hands grab his hips and pull him back. "I'm gonna fuck your ass," the deep voice hissed into his ear. Tim's cock jerked, his breath stolen for a moment. He moaned, feeling Hugh's hands move down to splay over his stomach and then one wrapped around his dick. His lip shivered as the man worked his rod up and down with a firm grasp. "Strip and then head to the room at the top right of the stairs. Take a leak or a crap, if you need to, then wait for me." Hugh released Tim and slapped his ass, then walked away. Tim took in a deep drag of air, trying to comprehend how he felt being spoken to so harshly and slapped with a firm and steady hand. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and peeled off his shorts. Tim headed up the stairs, his long legs making short work of the steep steps. Once he reached the landing, he found a bathroom and took care of his needs, though they only consisted of relieving a very beer-filled bladder and that was a bit difficult with his raging hard-on. He then made his way to the room Hugh had instructed him to go to and waited. His eyes never left the dark mahogany, four poster bed. He heard Hugh's steps coming up the stairs and turned to greet him. His cock had lost some of its spunk, but with the thought of the blond hair, blue-eyed lover taking his ass, it wasn't long before his cock was jerking up and down and wanting to sink itself into the young man's tight hole. Tim watched the younger gentleman move closer to him. He wanted to reach out, pull the Adonis to him and cover his lips with hungry bites. His hand did lift, hoping to cup the soft strand's of Hugh's hair and pull him closer. It didn't happen, though. Tim's eyes grew wide as Hugh's hand lifted and a pair steel cuff was slipped over his thick wrist. "Still game?" Hugh asked. Tim saw the seriousness of both Hugh's question, and the situation itself. He stared down at the cuff that dangled from its matching pair. It seemed like minutes passed, the unanswered question hanging in the air. Tim looked back into the cobalt blue eyes that he'd been dreaming of for weeks and knew that whatever happened he trusted this man, a man he'd wanted for so long, but had denied his desires in order to help out another. "Yes." That one word changed Tim's life and sent his head spinning. Hugh acted quickly, snapping the cuff over the other wrist and then leading Tim over to the bed where he was pushed down. Hugh took both of Tim's legs and dragged them toward the foot of the bed. "Get comfortable," Hugh told him; a soft chuckle fell from his lips as he watched Tim struggle to the center of the bed. His thick rod, bounced and jerked, but the erection held firm. "Lift your arms over your head." Tim did as he'd been told, and soon was rewarded with his arms being stretched, the shoulders drawn back. He watched as Hugh pulled a thin strip of cord from his back pocket and secured the small chain between the cuffs to a set of rings, screwed into the wall. Tim chastised himself for not even noticing the rings, too enthralled with just being fucked on the bed by his blond god. Once Hugh had Tim's arms restrained, he moved to his ankles, spread his legs and pulled two more cords, securing both of his feet to the posts of the bed. Tim felt his pulse quicken. Hugh sat down, next to the bed and ran his hand over the salt and pepper chest hairs on Tim's torso. He flicked one nipple, then its twin, before moving his palm down to cup and toy with Tim's balls. "If you decide you want me to stop anything or you have questions, say 'red' and I'll stop . . . deal?" Tim licked his lips. He nodded, then voiced his acceptance. He looked down the length of his body, his eyes fluttering open and closed as he watched Hugh play with his balls. When he saw Hugh reach into his front pocket, with his free hand, Tim's attention shifted from his aroused sex. "Ooh fuck," he muttered; his cock jumped. Hugh smirked. "Yeah, I figured you'd like this." Hugh opened the nightstand's drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. He flicked the top, squeezed a liberal amount on the toy and then touched Tim's ass with the thick fingers that had been playing with his sack. "Lift up a bit." His ass lifted; he felt the cool metal of the slim vibe slide across his tight entrance. A soft moan fell from his lips as the toy was pushed in. Once it was snuggled in the walls of his ass, he relaxed and then tensed as Hugh twisted the base and turned the little invading tool on. The vibrations rolled up and down his ass, sending tremors of pleasure throughout his ass and groin. The rippling of the toy was lost for a moment when Tim felt his balls being rubbed. He opened his eyes to see his lover closing the clasp of a steel cock ring onto the base of his dick. The already aroused shaft seemed to grow thicker and more angry as the blood was forced to pool in the swollen veins of his dick. Hugh stroked Tim's cock. More moans of desire poured from Tim's lips. He felt his pre cum sneak out and then slide down over his spongy head, where Hugh's fingers captured it and used it to make oily paths all across his shaft. "I've been picturing you here, in my bed, all trussed up and begging for me to fuck you, or to let you come. But you took that pleasure yourself, didn't you . . . coming in the truck, in my mouth, after I told you not to. Didn't you?" Tim knew he didn't have to answer Hugh. He had come in the young stud's mouth. His hot milk shooting back against the man's throat and his balls emptying themselves, only to fill up with more milk as he thought of fucking the lad's asshole. "You're going to wait this time. Aren't you?" "Fuck yeah." Tim wanted to hold out. He wanted to see how long he could contain his climax, pleasing both Hugh and himself. "Good." Hugh reached into the drawer by the bed and pulled out another toy. The chain clinked against the wood of the night stand. Tim's eyes grew wide, and his body tensed. The vibe in his ass thumped harder against his clenched muscles and his dick strained in its gleaming ring. His brown eyes locked with the ends of the chain. Hugh calmly placed the clip onto Tim's nipple, tightened the clasp and then proceeded to lock its twin in a matching vise. "Too tight?" he asked. Tim groaned. His nipples were rarely sensitive. A hard bite from his partner would often be the only way he gained any pleasure from his nipples. Now with the clamps on his hardened beads he was enjoying tingling and found himself wanting more. "You can keep going." His breath was a bit ragged as his body enjoyed all the different feelings. Hugh twisted the clamps, adjusting the pressure, bringing another growl from deep within Tim's chest. "Damn, Hugh. That . . . this . . . everything feels wonderful." Hugh grinned and lowered his mouth to Tim's. "Good. It is supposed to." He then pushed his tongue against the older man's and Tim hungrily licked at the invading muscle. He lifted his head as Hugh gripped the sides and held him still. The kiss spoke of hunger and desire, lust and need. Both men felt it, yet Tim was at the mercy of his young tormentor and so when Hugh pulled away, Tim jerked instinctively against his restraints, wanting to recapture the man above him. Tim felt Hugh's hand move back to his ass. The vibe's sensations were increased; Tim's hips jerked to one side. He closed his eyes, locking in the feelings of all the toys. Without warning he felt a lube-covered palm caress his cock. His eyes rolled back and his mouth opened and he drew in several gulps of air. The bed shifted under him, warning Tim, that Hugh was ready for him. He opened his chocolate eyes and stared into those of cobalt blue. Straddling his blond lover, Hugh raised his ass up, gripped Tim's dick and then pushed it back toward the dark hole that was soon rubbed in pre cum and gel. Tim felt on fire. He lifted his hips, wanting to drive his tool into his lover. The tip of Hugh's cock pressed against Tim's hole. Tim's body tensed, the vibrations of the toy made him shudder, but still he remained tense as he watched Hugh lower himself onto the thick rod. "Ooh fuck," Tim groaned as the head of his cock disappeared and became sheathed in the hard, young muscles of Hugh's ass. He glanced up at the man's face and their eyes held as another inch slid into the welcoming cavern. Tim's fingers curled into fists as he lifted his hips, offering more of his dick to the sweltering heated core. Soon Tim's head fell to the pillows and a sigh of pleasure and acceptance washed from him as Hugh settled fully on Tim's cock. He took a deep breath and looked at his lover. Hugh's arms were behind his back, resting between Tim's spread legs. His cock was stiff and jerked against his lean stomach. His balls were tight, the velvet skin stretched over the hidden spheres. Their pubes mingled together. Globs of lube glistened in the light and then Hugh began to move. Tim muttered a curse; his toes curls and his breath came faster. The motions were slow and steady. Hugh rose himself up, his arms bearing most of the weight as he lifted his ass from Tim's tool and then slipped back down. He rocked his body up and down, squeezed his muscles with each trip he made. Tim bit the inside of his cheek as he took in the erotic scene of his lover's cock bounding back and forth, as if it were begging for attention. The toy in his ass, rolled shivers of feelings that were drilled into the cock ring. Those feelings ricochet up into his dick and he felt every pulse of his veins become assaulted with the taunting motions of lover and man-made implements of lust. "Tim. . .Ooh fuck; you're so thick man." Hugh's words please the older man and he felt a surge of heat flow through him. "Harder Hugh . . . Please man, fuck me harder . . . Oh God, baby!" His words were deep and throaty, but Tim knew his lover heard him. The speed increased. The squeezing became harder. The fucking became more raw. The sounds of groans, curses, and labored breathing filled the room. Tim knew he was close and he was sure that Hugh was too. Desperately he begged for Hugh to not come yet. He wanted to drink the heady liquid that would erupt from the blond curled sex. "I'll feed ya, babe. Don't worry." Tim thanked the Lord and then felt his balls growing more tight. "Hugh . . . Ooh fuck Hugh . . . I gotta come . . . Man, can I? Can I come in your ass?" Hugh looked down at Tim and slammed his ass to the base of the man's cock, demanding he come and come now! A shout of relief filled the room as Tim unloaded his balls. He felt his body jerk in response, once. Twice. Three times. His eyes rolled back in their sockets. His toes curled and his fingers grabbed the cord that had been used to restrain the cuffs to the wall. As his come exploded into the deep recess of Hugh's ass, he heard Hugh mutter his approval and pride, that he'd come when told. Tim would later wonder if he'd have been able to hold back if the man had told him no. A minute, perhaps two, passed, neither Tim nor Hugh knew or cared. Tim eventually felt Hugh lift himself one final time from his rod and then he felt the vibe being pulled from his home. He opened his eyes, trying to see through the glossy covering his climax had given him. He watched Hugh slide up his body and then Tim knew he was about to be fed, just like the Boss had promised. He lifted his head as far as he could and moaned when Hugh began to fuck his face. Tim sucked on the stiff poker that pounded into him. He felt the head smash into the back of his throat; his mouth closed just enough so his teeth could gently graze against the sides. Hugh's balls slapped his chin and Tim made a promise to himself that as soon as he was free he'd be suckling on the large marbles that were banging against him. He felt fingers in his hair. Hugh pushed his cock down his throat. Tim gagged, swallowed the saliva and pre cum that had collected in his mouth. The action forced the head of his partner's cock to slide deeper and then he was gifted with Hugh's hot seed. Hugh muttered a curse, held the man's graying hair and kept him anchored to his tool. Three shots of come filled the eager and hungry throat. When Hugh pulled out, unexpectedly a fourth squirted free and covered Tim's face. Tim didn't care. He felt satisfied and yet, hungry for more of the liquid branding. He was given a few minutes to hold the softening rod in his mouth, but eventually he felt Hugh retreating. A whimper of loss followed the loss of his suck toy, but he knew he'd be enjoying the milky fluids again. He felt his legs being released and then gently rubbed by strong hands. He moaned as the muscles were relaxed and coaxed into feeling like jelly. The cock ring was unclasped and tossed away. Hugh reached up and released the cord on the cuff chain and then produced the key to the cuffs themselves. He massaged Tim's wrists and then his arms. Eventually, the clamps were removed and Tim hissed as the sting poured through his chest. "I'd forgotten about those." His blush showed his embarrassment. Hugh chuckled. "Then next time I'll work on keeping your mind on those too." He climbed back onto the bed and pulled Tim to him. Tim went willingly. His body turning so their arms could touch and caress as much flesh as they could reach. As time slipped by, they both became needy and their cocks slapped against each one another, till neither could deny their hunger and they took it upon themselves to move into a position where both could drink their fill . . .