Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
The way the dark blue straps of the jockstrap framed his ass made it hard to look away, and Hammer imagined that stupid tiger dildo disappearing between Dex’s muscular buttocks.
He needed to get a fucking grip, or their one fuck would haunt him forever.
With worry buzzing in his head, he emptied his glass of wine and moved away from the kitchen island just as people poured out of the dungeon, filling whatever empty space was left in the main party area. Sensual music videos played on the wall-mounted TV, and as the music changed to something softer and less loud, his gaze slid over the scantily clad ladies present. Who would he be if he didn’t sample a buffet this delicious?
He would not look for Dex.
He would not check who Dex was with.
And he would not wonder which hole Dex wanted filled first.
Which was the thought that brought him back to something he’d been itching to find out for days now. He’d not given Dex back his phone despite the kid whining about it. Partially because he was still worried Dex might message Frank, even if it was something stupid like oh, and I forgot to feed my snake, but also because it was a power move. He’d kept the phone because he could. Without it, Dex had more time to dedicate to the tasks at hand instead of wasting it on the dating app he seemed obsessed with.
And now Hammer would find out a bit more about Dex’s sexcapades.
He walked through the hallway, past two kissing women and a man who watched them like a dog hoping for a scrap, and unlocked the guest bedroom before slipping in. He picked up Dex’s phone from the side table and turned it on for the first time since that dumb argument on the way here. The offending app inundated him with a swarm of new messages. Dex had hundreds of matches near and far, and a list of conversations Hammer could scroll through until morning.
Curiosity began to pound in his head, insistent like a fly ramming into a window again and again. He opened a random chat to get a faceless full frontal that did not belong to Dex.
[D_head: Hot hot hot. When?
BigD4U: I’m free tonight. Wanna be my mattress?
D_head: I’ll be whatever you want as long as I get that D in my mouth.
BigD4U: Sure thing, horny boy, I’ll get it all down your throat.
D_head: I’ll suck your balls dry and spread my legs for more. Can you get it up again?
BigD4U: Fuck, for a tight pink hole like yours? Always. I wanna see you finger yourself ready for me…
D_head: I’ll bring the lube and you can watch before you leave me full of your DNA]
Hammer’s brain boiled, and his knees softened as he slid to the bed, staring at the conversation. This boy had no self-respect and was ready to be someone’s plaything.
It was so fucking hot.
Images from their one tryst, of Dex spread out under him and taking the hard thrusts like a champ, passed through Hammer’s head as he opened another message.
He did not expect to see Dex’s brown eyes staring back at him from a photo sent with the words [U up for this again?I have two more guys who want to help you out with that skin regimen.]
In the picture, Dex’s rosy features were covered by a lattice of cum. His lewdly open mouth looked bruised from prolonged cocksucking, and his eyes were in a haze, as if he was barely there.
Hammer shot up, tossing the phone back into the drawer.
Broken motorcycles.
Maggots on bodies left unburied too long.
Frozen lettuce.
Yet still, Dex’s eyes begging for more cum kept peeking through the nasty imagery, prompting Hammer to leave his room, because if he stayed there, he’d open his pants and jerk off despite there being so many willing bodies around.
A woman. He needed to direct those feelings at someone more appropriate than the ridiculous kid whom he should have never taken hostage.
The party had properly started since he’d left, and one couple was already fucking in an armchair in the darkest corner of the living room, with the woman riding her partner, her bare ass a spectacle for anyone wanting to watch.
This was what he needed to focus on, not the fantasy of covering Dex’s features with spunk and then making him wear all that cream with pride.
Fuck, once again, he was straying from his decision to no longer even consider having sex with Dex, but wasn’t that what happened with forbidden fruit?
Keeping his eyes on where most of the bodies congregated, he walked to the flat area in front of the TV, which he and Dex had earlier converted into a dance floor by moving the furniture to the side. His eyes stopped on the blonde hair of a busty lady with white wings and a halo-like headband. She danced with two friends in an elaborate set of pale lingerie.