His movements as he polished the shoe were economical, precise, radiating silent efficiency, but the tension in his ramrod-straight posture was palpable. “DEAN!” he roared, the sound raw and primal. Gay sex “Dean… Adam began to suck, his technique skilled, focused, the disciplined efficiency of his service redirected entirely. His military-trained body remained rigid for a heartbeat longer. Simon’s hips jerked upwards involuntarily. He pushed the trousers down, stepping out of them, standing naked beside his former master. The web was complete. Slowly, carefully, Dean pulled out, the movement eliciting a soft whimper from the oversensitive Simon. Adam gagged slightly, eyes watering, but held, breathing harshly through his nose, pushing past the discomfort. Simon looked at Adam, his former protector, his confidant, now a fellow captive. Then, with a grace that spoke of ingrained obedience even in this perverse context, he moved. Adam! Stop!” But it was a plea without conviction, lost in the maelstrom of sensation.Adam didn’t stop. He pointed towards the massive, low-slung modern sofa facing the windows.
