Every nerve in his body felt like it was on
fire. He could feel the cool air from the vent on the wall brushing across his
skin, each systematic, mechanical motion like a tongue licking at his naked
skin.
Brandon clenched his fists and screamed out
his frustration. The sound bounced off the walls and echoed in the nearly
empty room. There didn't seem to be much more he could do. Lifting his arms
took effort.
When the door opened and a dark figure crept
into the room, it was all Brandon could do to turn his head and look. He had
just enough time to take in a rather tall figure dressed in a dark suit before
the lights flashed off and the room plunged into total darkness.
The man reached for him, and Brandon tried to
push himself away, panic overcoming his shock at the man's sudden appearance.
His body just wouldn't cooperate. Brandon whimpered in fear as the man picked
him up. His head rolled against a strong chest, and the pure, masculine scent
of the man filled his senses.
"Shh, mo shíorghrá, I have you," the
man whispered.
"Wha—? Who—?"
"No talking," the man said quietly "I'm here
to get you out of this mess. If they hear us, they might catch us. I need you
to be very quiet."
Brandon cried out at the touch of the man's
hands on his hot skin. He clutched at the man's shoulders as he arched into
his body, needing more contact. "Touch me!"
"Oh, mo shíorghrá,
I can't," the man whispered. "You've been
given something that makes you feel this way. I can't—"
"Please!" Brandon cried
desperately. "I hurt."
The deep blue eyes staring down at Brandon
seemed to waver for a moment. Brandon almost cried out again, but then the man
nodded and laid Brandon back on the bed, following down to lie next to him.
Strong, callused hands skimmed over Brandon's
body. His skin tingled as the heat in his body flamed. When firm fingers
finally wrapped around his throbbing cock, Brandon had to swallow back a
scream of relief.
But that feeling was fast fleeting as the man
began to stroke his heated shaft. The faster the hand wrapped around him
moved, the more aroused Brandon became. He could feel the very air in the room
move across his skin.
Brandon humped his hips, trying to speed up
the stimulation to his body. He could feel himself teeter on the edge of a
momentous orgasm. He just couldn't seem to fall over the edge. The faster the
man stroked him, the more Brandon needed, until he tears fell from the corners
of his eyes.
"I can't— I can't—" Brandon just knew he was
going to die if something didn't happen soon. His balls had drawn up so tight
to his body they felt like rocks. His cock was becoming too sensitive. Brandon
clutched at the man's shirt and pleaded. "Please, help me. I can't—"
The man's azure blue eyes closed for a moment,
and he seemed to draw in a deep breath. When they opened, Brandon detected a
hint of sadness in their depths. He didn't understand the emotion he saw
there.
"Okay, mo shíorghrá."
There was a resigned tone to the man's voice that hadn't been there before.
Brandon briefly wondered
about it, until the man rolled to the side of the bed and started unzipping
his slacks, and Brandon's thoughts scattered.
The hard cock revealed to Brandon's hungry
gaze made him lick his lips as lust spiraled through his body. Brandon's
breath caught in his throat. The man was beautiful, stunning, an Adonis.
"Sexy man," Brandon whispered as he reached
for the hottest looking man he'd ever seen in his life. He whined in protest
when the man rolled him to his stomach, but then strong hands gripped his hips
and pulled him to the edge of the bed.
Brandon eagerly spread his legs, impatient for
what he hoped was coming. He'd seen the cock this man sported. He wanted it;
he needed to feel it pounding into his ass. Brandon was pretty sure his life
depended on it, and not because of some fucked-up serum some lunatic doctor
gave him.
As a lubed finger breached his ass, Brandon
had just a moment to wonder where the lube had come from before the pleasure
of being impaled overwhelmed him. Brandon started moaning, pushing back with
his hips.
"More, please, more!"
Another finger was added, then another. The
more the man touched him, the more pleasure Brandon felt. Even the slight burn
of having three fingers in his ass only added to the exquisite sensations
bombarding Brandon.
When the fingers pulled out of his ass,
Brandon started to sit up and protest only to have a hand push against the
middle of his back, forcing him down onto the mattress. A moment later,
Brandon felt his legs pushed farther apart.
"Are you sure, mo shíorghrá?"
the man whispered into the dark.
"Yes!"
"I'm sorry, Brandon."
Brandon opened his mouth
to ask what those words meant, but the quick thrust of a cock in his ass stole
his breath. Brandon felt each movement, no matter how small. They fit together
so perfectly, he was certain he could feel the man behind him breathing.
Brandon pushed a pillow
under his stomach and buried his face in his arms. He pushed back with his
hips. There was a very distant part of him that was shocked that he was
allowing—no, begging—some
stranger to fuck him. But the intense pleasure that shot through his body when
the man started to move his shock quickly overshadowed his surprise. Brandon
wasn't sure he'd ever felt anything so good in his life.
His wasn't a virgin by any
stretch of the imagination, but he wasn't a slut either. He'd had his share of
relationships and one night stands. Nothing in his entire sexual experience
prepared him for the feelings this man produced in him.
Brandon's entire body
quaked as the man pounded into him. Each thrust pushed him forward on the bed,
driving his cock into the pillow bunched beneath him. Each withdrawal of the
man's cock pulled him back, dragging Brandon's cock back against the soft
material. The movement provided just enough sensation to drive Brandon out of
his mind.
The heat in Brandon's body
built until an inferno blazed inside him. He knew he was going to combust at
any moment. Just when Brandon thought he couldn't take any more, the man
grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back.
Brandon turned his head a
bit, just enough to make out a strong, chiseled jaw from the corner of his
eye. Deep, azure blue eyes blazed at him, almost glowing in the darkness of
the room.
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