By Slavebladeboi
I sat back in the bondage chair and watched. David was all but making love to his brother. The leather restraints that held Brandon to the cross squeaked as his wrists put pressure on them, twisting them in his ecstasy, his brothers hands massaging his nipples and reaching down to gently stroke him to a point of no return. I could see them whispering. David stopped and turned.
Why?
Why what?
Why would you do this?
What?
You fucking know what! You playing with us so when you’ve finished you’ll chuck us back to that greasy, sadistic perv!
I stared at him. It’s certainly not what I had intended but then I wasn’t sure what exactly I had intended.
Is that what you think?
We don’t know what to think. Bran thinks he trusts you. Me, I know better, as does my ass.
