“Bend him over the back of the sofa.”Adam rose smoothly, his disciplined movements unfaltering even now. Gay sex Adam obeyed instantly, his calloused hands (from past training, not menial labour) moving with renewed, almost mechanical precision over the leather. Simon looked at Adam, his former protector, his confidant, now a fellow captive. “Relax. “Adam looks well. The web was complete. He traced the streak on Adam’s face, then looked towards Simon’s prone form. Simon’s silver-streaked dark hair caught the light; Adam’s salt-and-pepper hair was damp at the temples.Dean approached, stopping before them. “Adam looks well. You’re fucking dripping for him.” His crude words were deliberate, stripping away the last vestiges of Simon’s dignity.Simon whimpered, a sound lost in a moan as Adam took him deeper, his throat working to accommodate him. what happened. He glanced towards Adam, who remained frozen, head bowed over the shoe. Adam flinched but didn’t pull away.“You belong to me,” Dean stated, his voice low and resonant, absolute. Dean pushed forward steadily, relentlessly. “Look at you. I’m close…”“Not yet,” Dean commanded, his voice like a whip crack. He pushed the trousers down, stepping out of them, standing naked beside his former master.
