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The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell they are doing. Any similarity with existing persons would be accidentally as the whole story is pure mad fantasy.
The Mission (part 2)
Outside in the bar room Darren Orchard had accepted Brock's deal without hesitation, and gladly followed the hunky young man for "some privacy" as Brock had explained.
The two marines at the bar watched as the two men left.
"Fuck! Dwight won't be here in time!" Mike cursed.
"Let's go, mate. We can handle that fucker." Chuck grabbed his friend's arm and pulled him up. They left the bar and watched as Brock squeezed himself into the convertible which Darren had rented at the airport.
Mike drove the SUV observing a cautious distance from the rental car. A few blocks away from the "Pink Cock" the car stopped in front of an abandoned brownstone warehouse.
The marines parked the SUV in a side alley. Chuck nodded to his friend.
"Let's move!" he said. Mike pointed to the next street to the right and Chuck and Mike sprinted across. In moments they had disappeared in the darkness.
Chuck and Mike had hardly reached the back of the warehouse when they heard soft moans coming from the inside of the dark building. Chuck pointed to the fire escape and motioned his buddy to enter the building through the first floor. Bending his knees he closed his hands and lifted the Private up to the lowest step of the ladder. With well-trained agile moves Mike was up on the balcony and entered through an open window.
Chuck went to a sliding door at the opposite side of the building. He found it locked by a heavy chain that was wrapped through the door handles. Without a moment of hesitation the burly Lance Corporal grabbed the chain and pulled. The muscles of his biceps and across his broad shoulders were bulging and moments later he felt the chain coming apart. Chuck grinned while he pushed his huge frame through the door inside the darkness of the building. The moans were now much clearer and a slapping sound was audible as well. Chuck was quite sure to find Brock at work. Carefully he moved on.
With cat-like moves Mike was gliding along the dark corridor. He had removed his shoes to avoid any noise that could have alerted Brock Rowley. The moaning and slapping grew louder now while the Private approached an open window that was looking down into a narrow yard from where the noises emanated. Cautious, Mike was peeping down to see what was going on.
The chubby man was laying face-down on an old filthy mattress. His office trousers were down at his ankles. Despite the huge hand that was covering his mouth, he was gurgling and moaning. Brock Rowley was holding the man down on the mattress with an iron grip.
"You like that, huh?" The giant grunted while his huge 12 inch cut monster boner was pumping the wincing man's ass.
Brock had changed their deal dramatically. Orchard lost his wallet, his golden watch, and his hand phone. Then the married father of two daughters was fucked silly, unceremoniously on a filthy mattress of a ramshackle downtown warehouse. His initial howls and protests were silenced by Brock's huge hand that covered his mouth. Soon, he had given up all resistance and only hoped to get out of this ordeal alive. Then, however, something very strange was happening. As if his overstretched sphincter was accommodating to the invasion, Darren felt the pain subsiding and gradually being replaced by erotic arousal.
Brock felt another climax approaching. He was ready to shoot his cum up into the quivering ass for a second time this evening. He was humping the chubby man steadily. His breath did not even accelerate when he reached again, the point of no return. Orchard only felt the hand, forcing him down, pressing slightly rougher and then his ass was flooded again with a huge load of hunk cum. Again, Brock did not stop and continued to buck, forth and back.
Darren was grunting and groaning in sexual ecstasy by now. Being dominated by the stronger and younger man gave him a kick he had never expected to experience.
"Yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me harder man," Darren was cheering his brawny stallion without any inhibition. Although he was the one, being screwed he imagined that he was in control and that he had taken that prime male for a ride.
"I knew, you like that, bitch!" Brock sneered down into Darren's crimson face and accelerated his pounding.
Mike couldn't but admire the awesome stamina put on display by the muscle-packed hunk below him. Eager to see more he bent down and stuck his head out of the window. Now he had a clear view into the yard. He watched Chuck entering. The marine scurried along the wall and went down on his knees behind a garbage container 7 ft. by 4 ft. right below Mike's window. Mike grinned as his buddy was obviously enjoying the show put up by Brock Rowley and his moaning "client".
The Private's hand traveled down to his crotch and adjusted his hardening dick. A moment later, his wrist was seized and his arm was pulled firmly through his legs, making him stumble forwards. His throat hit painfully the window frame and before he was able to react, the sash window came down from above trapping his neck. His arm was pulled up, lifting first his hips, and then his legs clearly off the ground. His air supply was cut off by the sash, and without leverage he had no chance to escape. His legs were struggling in midair, while he was fighting for air.
"Rrrghhh ..." a hardly audible croak came from his throat as he tried to attract Chuck's attention. When his hand was released he tried pushing the sash up in order to escape from the murderous trap that threatened to crush his windpipe. However his unknown attacker increased the pressure by pushing the sash window further down. Mike decided quickly that it was wise to remain passive and to wait for a chance to fight back. His hands rested loosely on the lower window frame just trying to ease the painful pressure on his neck.
A hand grabbed his waistband and yanked his pants down. His flaccid 9 inch cock was dangling between his thighs unencumbered by any underwear. Mike heard a spitting sound and a moment later his buttocks were spread when a hand entered the warm cleft separating the firm melon-shaped orbs. A finger slippery from saliva entered him and found unerringly his prostrate. His legs went rigid. Mike couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was expertly finger-fucked and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Rrrghh ... rrgh..." he croaked miserably while his resistance faltered. When his hips started to buck in rhythm with the probing finger, his attacker uttered a soft snickering. By now the Private's dick stimulated both by the lack of oxygen and the anal massage stood at attention. Helpless Mike had to witness as he was loosened up like a cheap whore.
Finally the unknown attacker decided he had prepared the sphincter sufficiently. The wriggling finger moved out and was instantly replaced by a huge invasion of massive meat. Mike wanted to yell feeling being torn apart, but all he could produce was a pathetic groan.
The raw conquest by the hefty man-tool crippled his resistance. His knees buckled, but he was immediately held in place by a firm grip around his churning balls. The hefty invader started to move in and out. Soon the renewed stimulation of his prostrate became overwhelming. In addition Mike was caught and mesmerized by the scene down in the yard. When a hand closed around his throbbing dick and started to pump him all the remaining will to fight was taken out of him and he surrendered his body to his attacker.
Chuck crouched behind the big garbage container and watched Brock fucking the shit out of the moaning businessman. If he only had turned around and looked up he would have looked right into Mike's glassy eyes in a scarlet face staring down at him, but he did not.
The hunched marine was fascinated by the hunky ex-marine ramming his man meat relentlessly in between the quivering white ass cheeks of the deliriously howling man. The sight triggered a tingling reaction in his crotch.
"Aargh, man I like it! Hammer your gorgeous fuck meat into my man pussy," Darren yelled, "faster, harder give it to me ... oh yes uuhhhh yes, that feels sooooo good."
High pitched screams of lust echoed through the yard, when Darren totally lost control. Every thrust by Brock was now met with an equal thrust from Darren's white ass. When Brock started gyrating his hips Darren retaliated by wriggling his butt like a cat in heat.
Above the scene, Private Mike Bartlet had his guts fucked out as never before in his life. His hard body was glistening from sweat. Mike's naked feet were slipping on his own cum. The snickering attacker had pumped his hot juice repeatedly from his balls until they were dangling empty in his deflated nut sac. Mike felt exhausted and dizzy. Breathing stertorously he was gliding into unconsciousness. The last thing he registered were the hips of his attacker relentlessly slapping against his sweaty ass-cheeks. When his bowels were flooded with the seed of his conqueror he was already passed out.
Down in the yard Chuck was throwing a raging boner. Instinctively his hands started rubbing his broad chest. He felt his nipples hardening through the fabric of his tank top. His fingers twitched the erected knobs of flesh protruding from his well-developed pectorals.
"Mike, damn, where the heck are you?" Chuck thought, while his tongue was licking his lips. The man on the mattress was writhing and wincing in utmost sexual agony. The marine doubted the weak nerd would last long under the mountainous body mass of the bearish man..
Hell - he could take out Brock on his own. Horny men are good lovers, but bad fighters, he thought. The hot fuck session had certainly reduced the strength of the powerful hustler. He could be taken.
The hunky young marine cleared his throat, rose and hit the container with his baseball club. Brock turned around to see where the noise was coming from; however, he did not bother to stop his fucking.
"You had enough fun, don't you think? Let the loser go!" Chuck said letting the club fall several times into the palm of his big hand. Brock understood the message and pulled his dick from the violated ass-hole. Chuck could see a heavy Prince Albert piercing the hunk's mushroom head. Orchard collapsed in a heap with a sigh of disappointment. He turned around to see who was interrupting his pleasure session. His eyes widened when he got sight of the muscular young man with his baseball club.
Brock, seemingly unimpressed by Chuck's physique, rose from his knees and pulled his jeans up. He pushed his slippery cum-covered cock inside and buttoned the fly. All the time he looked at Chuck with an almost friendly smile.
"Are you talking to me, boy?" he peeled his shirt off and faced his opponent bare-chested, displaying the powerful developed chiseled muscles. Brock's brown nipples were pierced and huge black and blue colored tattoos were covering his hairy chest. Now, there was no turning back.
"Last time you fucked my sister. This time it will be you who gets fucked!" Chuck stripped from his tank top and moved slowly closer towards the sneering hunk, keeping the raised club in front of him. Darren gasped at the young man's defined washboard abs and his V-shaped torso, who was opposing his stud. Chuck was quite a sight to behold. His sculpted pecs were heavily pumped and his tanned skin somehow dark reddened by the arousal the fuck scene had provided to him. Darren suddenly fantasized how he would suck this dream man off.
"Do I know you? I don't remember your sister, but if I fucked her, I will gladly fuck her brother too," Brock's, grin widened. Chuck's mind snapped.
"Fuckin' bastard! I kill you for that!" Chuck howled in red-hot fury and charged at Brock.
It happened in an instant. Someone from behind seized his waist and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Brock laughed, seeing the startled marine without any underwear in all his glory. Stumbling on his pants with his baseball club, his long rock-hard dick and the flexing bubble butt, Chuck looked embarrassingly ridiculous.
"Ah I see, you wanna join in, baby!" Brock scoffed at Chuck's obvious arousal.
Before the surprised Lance Corporal could turn around and see who had attacked him, he received a violent blow in his back.
"Wha .." he yelled in shock when he was propelled head-on towards the laughing hunk. The marine's feet were still trapped in his trousers and while he was helplessly staggering, Brock easily wrestled the club from his hands. Chuck was still wondering whether to pull his pants up, to defend himself or to find out who had pushed him, when Brock hit him with the club straight onto his forehead.
"Oh ..," Chuck's knees seemed to turn to jelly. His eyeballs rolled up in their sockets. Brock moved the tip of the club under the stunned marine's chin and pushed his head up. Chuck's muscular body was swaying back and forth. The glassy look of his eyes told Brock that this guy was his by now.
"Did your sister like this?" He let go of the club, seized the defenseless hunk by his head and pulled him into a forced kiss. Chuck's eyes opened wide. His anger defeated his dizziness. Furiously he tried to push Brock away from him, however, the big ex-marine caught his wrists and forced his arms on his back. The stunning blow to his head had sapped a lot of his power and all Chuck could do was to bend backwards, trying to avoid the kiss from the man who had deflowered his sister.
"Nnnoooo ..." he grunted reluctantly. Brock bound for sexual conquest took the younger man in a firm embrace. He pushed his crotch against Chuck's dick. The Lance Corporal struggled, but could not break free. Brock started to hump against Chuck's groin. The coarse fabric of his working jeans was rubbing across the quickly responding mushroom head and the more the naked stud squirmed to escape from Brock's embrace, the stronger the rub increased. Chuck felt Brock's nipple piercings scratching on his own man tits making his body tingle. Finger nails roamed down his back and scratched his exposed buttocks His cock reacted now strongly to the stimulation and all the while his tongue was wrestling with Brock's. Chuck's bonerized man-meat was pressing against Brock's crotch. He interrupted his assault on Chuck's mouth and grinned at the young marine. Chuck gasped for air. His mouth was still filled with the taste of the bearish hulk.
"Gotcha!" Brock trapped Chuck's dick between his thighs and started to hump back and forth.
"Uh..", Chuck groaned and Brock's tongue forced again its way past the opening lips and continued to conquer his mouth.
"Mmmphh ...nghhphhh", Chuck's muffled protest was stifled by Brock who pressed his mouth hard over Chuck's. Brock's right hand traveled down Chuck's broad back. Nails were teasing his spine. The overpowered helpless marine took a number of clapping blows spanking his exposed ass. In reflex Chuck thrust his hips forwards sliding his rock-hard dick between Brock's thighs. Chuck sensed a gnawing sensation in his loins. He couldn't believe it. Despite his situation he was turned on. The musky odor of his own sweat that started pouring from all over his body filled his nose. The will to fight back was replaced by a steadily increasing desire to submit to Brock's domination. When he responded to the kiss, Brock knew he had his opponent ready to be taken. The young marine would entertain him through the night.
"Mmmmmm ...", Chuck's muffled groaning increased. The meaty nipples in the center of his heaving pecs were standing stone hard at attention. His dog tags were clad to his sweaty chest. Brock broke the kiss but kept his face close to Chuck's.
"Good boy, now show me what sister's big bro has got," Brock belched into Chuck's face. His callous hand caught the throbbing erection and started to twist, knead and pump the twitching man-tool. Soon the younger man was oozing pre-cum. Brock used the goo expertly to keep the meaty shaft slippery. He squeezed and rubbed the swollen dick head, sending Chuck into a state of tantalizing agony. His brawny arms rose and reached for Brock's muscle-packed shoulders. Chuck couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was used to last for hours and here he got turned on in no time by a man whom he was to take down, but who had turned the tables on him.
His hips were bucking driving his cock in and out of Brock's palm. The big, hairy stud sucked the air from Chuck's lungs and twisted and mangled the moaning marine's pulsing cock.
"Almost there muscle boy, huh?" Brock sneered.
"Oh no.." Chuck groaned, but his body had already a will of his own. Brock's triumphant eyes filled his view.
"Big bro is a lil' whore like his sister, huh? Cum for me boy, shoot your load, for daddy," Brock teased.
"Shiiiiit! Ahhh ...ohhhhh Fuckkk! ..uuunghh" A final helpless squeak and the wrestling champ creamed his load into the milking hand of his conqueror, like an inexperienced pubescent boy without stamina and unable to hold back.
"Huh ... huh," Chuck was gasping heavily. His body was shuddering from an explosive climax, when he realized that his ordeal was far from over.
Brock released the dripping cock and bent down seizing the pants hobbling the ankles of the defenseless marine. With a powerful move he jerked Chuck's feet from the ground, tossing the 205lbs body high in midair. The momentum of the hurling was so strong that the trousers were shredded over the ankles ripping the sneakers off Chuck's naked feet.
"Uuurghh ...shit!" Chuck's shoulders hit the floor hard. The back of his head followed with an audible thud and finally his bubble butt was flattened on the concrete. Dizzy he was shaking his head trying to get rid of the cob webs that clouded his vision. He knew he was in trouble. Never before in his life had he been manhandled like this.
"Outch that must have hurt, shall we call your sister?" Brock sneered.
He towered over the dazed marine who struggled awkwardly to get up on his fours. He met Darren's leering look. The businessman had watched in awe how quickly the muscular young hunk had been subdued by the sneering giant.
Darren was wondering whether Brock would now take advantage of the situation and have his way with the hapless younger man. Perhaps even he would get a chance to enjoy this dream body.
"You want him, huh?" Brock could read in Darren's eyes.
"Wh-what...? Darren blushed.
"Well -- if you want him you have to teach him to respect you." Brock sounded seriously by now.
"Let me help you baby!" Brock discarded the shredded pants. He straddled the kneeling marine and forced him up holding him in a full nelson. Chuck's chest was pushed forwards. His arms dangled fecklessly, stretched across Brock's muscle-packed biceps. His dick was still semi-erect and glistening from his man-juice that Brock had milked from him so expertly.
"He is just a bit weak, but there is still a lot of fight in him." Brock lectured. Unimpressed by Chuck's miserable retching and coughing Brock pulled him up, shaking him violently until the hunky body was swaying like a rag doll.
"Fuck you!" Chuck struggled in Brock's grip while his body was tossed right and left.
"Damn you sonofabitch ..." He tried to kick. He tried to wriggle free, but in the end he stopped realizing that he was just exhausting himself to no avail.
Brock pushed and paraded the naked cursing marine to Darren who was still sitting on the mattress his chubby body resting on the palms of his hands. Brock forced the dizzy stud to kneel between Darren's spread legs. Chuck's cock was almost touching Darren's thigh. The chubby man got transfixed by the impressive man tool. He was wondering how it would taste. His tongue licked his lips in anticipation.
Darren's desires were like an open book to Brock who had developed a devilish plan to humiliate his captive. He could have bent the cocky marine over and fucked the shit out of him right away, but he decided to have some fun first. He would humiliate the stud's macho ego by letting the chubby nerd topping the top.
"If you really want to take a man like this, you need to show him that you are in charge," Brock lectured.
Darren took this as an invitation and closed his hand around Chuck's cock. He was about to get down and bend in front of the marine when Chuck brought one knee up and kicked his hand away.
"No way! You're not going to have my dick!" Chuck shouted angrily. Being fondled and sucked of by the flabby 40 years-old was unthinkable.
"Aaaah! Shit!" Chuck yelled in pain when Brock strengthened his grip pushing Chuck's chin down to his chest while lifting him up until his feet did barely touch the ground. Brock's knee pushed Chuck's thighs apart and when Chuck continued to struggle he received a painful kick right up in his balls.
"Aawww, you fuckin' sonofabitch!" Chuck howled in pain, but soon his struggling subsided.
"That's a good boy," Brock whispered into his ear.
"Now that was bad, wasn't it?" he looked at Darren who looked fearful at the fuming soldier.
"Show him that you are in charge," Brock demanded.
Darren nodded hesitantly. Chuck shot him a warning glare and Darren flinched.
"Oh come on man, don't be such a sissy," Brock grinned encouragingly. He released Chuck from the full nelson and closed his massive arm around the marine's throat. Chuck felt the muscles in Brock's brawny forearm contracting as he squeezed clearly warning him he would shut off his air supply in case he'd put up any resistance. Brock's right hand was traveling slowly down Chuck's spine.
"Now let's see if you have a nice pussy like your sister, muscle boy.", Brock sneered while his hefty finger was sliding up and down between Chuck's butt cheeks.
The marine still felt numb. He hated what was done to him but the hit on his head and the paralyzing fall on the concrete floor had claimed its toll. Worse -- the much he despised Brock, he felt somehow attracted to the muscled giant. He experienced for the first time in his life being controlled by another man both bodily and increasingly sexually.
The latter was a rather confusing experience for the young fighter who was used to have his way with his lovers in bed same as he dominated his opponents on the mat. When Brock's probing finger invaded his puckered hole he instinctively clenched his virgin sphincter tight. This did not stop Brock's advance and the deeper the finger probed and wiggled inside Chuck's guts, the more uneasy the young marine got. He knew what Brock was looking for and had finger fucked himself before a number of times. The sensation when he found his prostrate had been so intense that he - being a top anyway - would never let a man touch him there in his most inner sanctuary out of fear losing himself in the churning vortex of sexual stimulation. It was this fear as well, why he would never allow being topped.
When Brock finally found Chuck's love button the marine hit the roof.
"Uunnnnhhhgg!" a strangled moan erupted from deep inside of his body. His head jerked back until it rested on Brock's shoulder. Involuntarily Chuck was thrusting out his chest while simultaneously impaling his ass even further on Brock's finger.
"Yeah Baby, now big bro is moaning like his sister," Brock knew he had him and he didn't let go. His finger rubbed and probed relentlessly across the tiny elevated spot that made the young hunk wail and twisting in his arms.
"Oh shit oh nooo, man ahh ...uh uh huh," Chuck hollered.
"See, he likes it up his pussy." Brock told Darren," now feel his tits ..."
Brock pushed the marine again down in front of Darren. Shuddering fingers were cautiously touching Chuck's chiseled pectorals. The soft caressing of his protruding nipples added tremendously to Chuck's sexual agony. He hated being touched by the chubby man, but Brock's expert manipulations had driven him too far already. The rebellious hunk accepted the additional stimulation and didn't try to kick or to object anymore.
Darren got bolder and started to knead Chuck's heaving pectorals, twisting the erect nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
"Unghh ... uhhh," Chuck reacted with a serial of ecstatic moans.
"Oh, yeah ... ahhhh!" Chuck couldn't believe being turned on by the flabby guy. The probing finger inside his guts triggered again a wave of lust.
"Fuck!" he howled. The shuddering body of the marine was flushed from arousal. Darren was now massaging Chuck's writhing torso which was slippery from the sweat the fondled marine was producing generously.
Instinctively knowing that Chuck would not object, Darren seized the throbbing rock-hard boner Chuck was sporting. His hand was gliding up and down the meaty shaft distributing the oozing pre-cum evenly as he had seen it earlier done by Brock.
The trick worked again. Chuck's hips started to buck. From behind he was fucking himself on Brock's finger, while his dick was sliding in Darren's palm.
"You are a fast learner, pal." Brock nodded to Darren with a grin.
"No ... not him, fuck!" Chuck's head lolled right and left. Brock knew that his plan was working. The shame being fondled by a plump nerd was eroding the self-esteem of the athletic marine.
"Uhhhhhh!" When Chuck's sphincter tightened again, Brock knew the over-stimulated stud was about to shoot another load. He released Chuck's throat and bent instead his head backwards until he was able to invade the gaping mouth again with a feverish kiss.
"Mmmmpffff ... ung ... unggh.." Chuck groaned his climax into Brock's mouth.
Darren watched in amazement as the twitching dick in his hand convulsed, spilling gush after gush of warm gooey man-seed in his hand. The businessman couldn't believe it. He had made a virile powerful hunk cream in his hand.
Chuck had produced two impressive loads of cum. Brock knew that the potent stud was good for more, however, he knew as well that the next cum shot would already affect the jock's prowess.
"Now you get your fuckin' mouth on this man's dick, boy," Brock ordered and forced the helpless marine face down on the mattress between the spread legs of the startled Darren Orchard.
"You wanted him huh? " Brock grinned.
"Now you can have him, feed him your dick, come on man, he is game." Brock pulled Chuck's head back and when the drowsy marine opened his mouth he pushed his face straight into Darren's crotch.
"Hold his fuckin' head!" Brock commanded and Darren obeyed instinctively forcing the mohawked head down on his dick.
"Nnnooo ... fuck ... mmmfff," Not used to sucking cock Chuck began to struggle when Darren's dick was swelling inside his mouth. His legs started kicking, but Brock silenced him by a few powerful spanks on the melon-shaped butt cheeks. He held Chuck's bulging arms firmly crossed behind his back and forced the younger man's legs apart.
Darren had found a rhythm and was pumping Chuck's head up and down his raging hard-on. The experience to dominate the beefy young marine was turning him on beyond recognition.
"Mmpphhh ...," came Chuck's weakening muffled protests. Something forced its way between his buttocks sliding along his sweaty shit chute, stimulating his asshole against his will. As Brock had predicted his resilience against the sexual assaults was considerable weaker than before. The two climaxes had primed his body and he succumbed more and more to his primal instincts.
"Come on stud. Don't fall asleep. Hump that mattress, come on!" Brock slapped the reddening bubble butt and Chuck obeyed. He pushed his ass up as far as he could from his prone position ramming his prostate on Brock's finger.
"Ummmpf!!!" spasms made his sweaty body convulse. His hips were now rhythmically bucking, grinding his cock into the mattress. Brock didn't need to hold him any longer. He was into it by now. His hips slammed down, as if he was trying to drive his boner right through the mattress.
"Mmpf ...ungh mmpff," grunting he swallowed the businessman's dick chewing feverishly. His dog tags were rattling. He increased his bucking and gyrated his hips driving his dick in circular motion over the mattress.
Darren watched in awe the muscle-packed man bouncing about, shifting his weight again and again to buck in ever new positions. The whole flexing body turned red from the strain and was covered with a thick layer of sweat.
"Oohhh ...ahhh ..." Darren finally reached his climax. Chuck's throat received a rich coating from a salty load of cum.
"Uggrhh ... ungg rrghh," with a red face he wretched and coughed but Darren was holding his head firmly in place until his spurts subsided, forcing the muscular marine to swallow the entire load.
"Oh that was fantastic!" Darren wiped his brow. The panting jock was lying exhausted between his thighs. His hips were slowly rocking.
Brock was already up, glowering down on the writhing stud.
"Now get your ass over here," he ordered Darren who eagerly obeyed.
... to be continued