nancyclaim

Full disclosure: There's nothing sexual in this chapter. I'm getting out of my writers block slowly. Enjoy! Please comment on recommendations or how the story is so far:) Thank you --- The morning unfolded with an orchestra of relentless winds, tugging at the windows and rustling through the trees, coaxing me awake to a world enveloped in shades of grey The tempest outside seemed to mirror the turmoil within, a constant reminder of nature's capricious temperament. My eyes fell upon the bedside table where my faithful blue beanie lay in wait, ready to shield me from the fury outside. My short brown hair, threaded with hints of blonde, peeked from under its protective cover. Draped in my usual attire—a black leather jacket layered over a snug white tank top, blue jeans clinging to my legs, and off-brand sneakers poised for the day—I glimpsed my reflection in the mirror. The solitary diamond earring on my left ear carried the weight of a hidden part of myself, while the purple-lined ring on my left hand remained a solemn tribute to my late mother. Ever since Julie's inexplicable passing, an unspoken rift had formed between Dad and me. Our home had transformed into a theater of concealed emotions, marred by memories of her vibrant presence. While the news murmured about an unforeseen illness making its way into the city, the specifics remained distant echoes in my sheltered reality. As I prepared for the day, oblivious to any impending disaster, the storm outside whispered a tale of nature's fury, leaving us to confront what seemed like just another bout of harsh weather. Gazing out of the window, raindrops cascaded down the glass, accompanied by intermittent flashes of lightning in the distance. The storm seemed to dance with unrestrained fervor, an untamed display of nature's might. "Mom would've loved this," I thought, a wistful smile touching my lips. I glanced down at my iPhone, the screen displaying a captured moment frozen in time—a picture of Julie and me locked in a warm embrace. It was taken during her birthday dinner, merely a week before her unexpected departure. The memory enveloped me, her presence lingering within the confines of our household. The laughter and warmth from that evening echoed in my mind, a stark contrast to the brooding atmosphere brought on by her absence. Her sudden departure had left a void, one that reverberated through our home, each corner whispering tales of her vibrant spirit. Despite the storm raging outside, it paled in comparison to the tempestuous emotions within me. I longed for her guidance, her comforting presence, especially in moments like these when nature put on its most striking displays. The thunder roared above as I descended the wooden steps, each creak reverberating through the silent house. Only the rhythmic sizzling of something on the grill interrupted the storm's symphony. With a little hop around the post at the staircase's end, I made my way toward the kitchen. "Fuck today," I muttered under my breath, shivering involuntarily as the cold seeped into my bones. My displeasure with Dad seemed to grow by the day. "It's freezing outside, I'm freezing!" I grumbled inwardly, my steps echoing in the dimly lit corridor. As I entered the kitchen, a fusion of scents—bacon and something fruity—greeted my senses. Dad stood in front of the stove, the faint glow of its light casting the only illumination in the room. I sighed and without making eye contact, I perched myself on the familiar wooden bar stool, pulling out my phone to check Snapchat, noticing a few streaks marked with hourglasses. "Have a good morning, Dam," Dad offered cheerfully, his attention still fixated on the sizzling bacon. I glanced up, not raising my head completely. "It's Damien. Please," I corrected him firmly. Dad, standing around 6'0, received the brunt of our height genes from Mom, as they always joked. Mom, at 5'6, seemed to defy age at 47, while Dad could easily pass for someone in his twenties. They'd tease that I got my height from Mom, a playful jab amidst their banter. "Breakfast is almost done," Dad chimed in, attempting to uplift the morning mood. The familiar scent filled the air, but I couldn't help feeling a pang of annoyance and sadness—it wasn't prepared the way Mom used to make it. She always ensured I had a hearty breakfast before school, even when I started my first job. "Thanks... I appreciate it," I murmured, aware that Dad was trying to step into Mom's shoes. They were a team; she cooked, he worked, and it worked seamlessly. I sniffed the air again, a twinge of frustration lingering at the disparity between Dad's efforts and Mom's meticulous touch. Still, I acknowledged Dad's attempt to maintain the routine she had established. As I sat there, absorbed in my phone, the weight of her absence bore down upon me, a reminder that despite Dad's best intentions, some voids couldn't be filled, leaving us to navigate the remnants of our lives without her guiding presence. The thunderous sounds drew closer, echoing in the hallway, signaling my brother's descent. Jake, my younger brother by two years, bounced down the stairs, wrapped in his hoodie. "Man, it's freezing in here!" he exclaimed, rubbing his hands together in an attempt to generate warmth. "Dad's attempting to warm us up with breakfast," I muttered, still absorbed in my phone. "Huh, thanks, Dad!" Jake grinned, joining us at the kitchen counter. Dad flashed a brief smile. "Sit tight, guys, breakfast will be ready in a minute." As Jake settled onto the stool next to me, he peered over at my phone screen. "Snapchatting your way through the apocalypse again?" he teased, nudging me with his elbow. I rolled my eyes. "Not everything's about the end of the world, Jake," I retorted, though the comment brought an uncomfortable pang of truth. "Just saying, dude," he shrugged, flicking his fingers across his phone screen. The sizzling intensified as Dad flipped the bacon, causing a few splatters to escape the pan. "Watch out, it's gonna explode!" Jake joked, causing Dad to chuckle. "Hey, Dad," Jake continued, "any chance we can get those blueberry pancakes today?" Dad shot us both a playful look. "You boys and your sweet cravings. Sure thing, pancakes it is!" he announced, his tone lighthearted. Jake grinned widely, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of his favorite breakfast. "Thanks, Dad!" The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted, the banter and laughter momentarily chasing away the somber undertone that had settled in. The smell of sizzling bacon mixed with the anticipation of pancakes brought a sense of warmth, a fleeting respite from the chill that lingered within our home. As Dad continued to cook, flipping pancakes and managing the bacon, the kitchen slowly filled with the enticing aroma of breakfast. The clinking of utensils, the intermittent laughter, and the comforting scent cocooned us momentarily in a semblance of normalcy, shielding us temporarily from the weight of loss that loomed silently in the background. The morning unfolded, carrying with it a sense of bittersweet normalcy, a respite from the storm brewing both outside and within. In these simple moments, we found solace, unaware of the turmoil brewing beyond the walls of our home. As we finished breakfast, Dad cleared the table, humming a tune, seemingly unfazed by the relentless rain pelting against the windows. I glanced out, the raindrops smearing the glass, distorting the view of our familiar neighborhood. It felt as though the weather mirrored the emotions swirling within our household—obscured, turbulent, and unpredictable. With breakfast concluded, Dad retreated to his morning routine, disappearing into his study to catch up on work. Jake and I lingered in the kitchen, exchanging occasional glances that spoke volumes—shared sentiments of loss and the unspoken yearning for things to be as they once were. I leaned back against the kitchen counter, Jake perched on a stool beside me, both lost in our own thoughts. The rhythm of the rain against the windowpane filled the silence, a constant reminder of the world beyond our immediate surroundings. "Damien," Jake began hesitantly, breaking the quietude that enveloped us, "Do you ever feel like everything's just... different?" I turned to him, catching the uncertainty in his eyes, a mirror to my own uncertainties. "Yeah," I admitted quietly, "Ever since Mom… it's like everything's changed, and I'm not sure it'll ever feel the same again." He nodded solemnly, fiddling with the edge of his hoodie. "I miss her, man. Her laughter, the way she’d make pancakes on Sundays… just everything." The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a shared acknowledgment of the void left by Mom's absence. I placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, offering what little comfort I could muster. "I miss her too, Jake. We both do." Our unspoken bond, forged through shared memories and mutual loss, anchored us in this storm of emotions. As the rain continued its relentless assault outside, a sense of impending change lingered, yet unbeknownst to us, the storm brewing beyond our doors was far from merely a weather phenomenon.

In the town of Anderson Nevada it had begun to rain heavily, the weather report reported the possibility of hail in the area causing many citizens to bring their belongings inside along with their cats and dogs. Many stores had closed as a precaution for the incoming storm however, many places remained open for workers one place was the police department. The sergeant had sent an email the previous night stating “the Anderson police Dept. Is continuing operations as per-usual. Rain or shine show up or turn in your gear. -Captain Grey”. By 6 am officer Nick Davis. Being 6’3 and muscular, standing 6 foot since he was a freshman and a track star, friends and family encouraged him to join the police force because he was “faster than fast”. During his time in high school he had time to think of what he wanted to do in life then after he graduated from high school he decided to do what everyone has been telling him and joined the force. He packed his stuff up and spent a few months at the academy putting blood, sweat, and tears into his training as well as meeting other officers from different cities. After he graduated from the academy he went back to Anderson ready to serve his town and protect his family from the nearby gang. Nick bought a new 2023 jeep with his first paycheck and sold his older 2006 honda civic to his younger brother Michael for a thousand dollars which Michael redid the entire car, treating it as his project car. The rain was hitting off of his windshield the rain seemed to increase he made his way to work going through stoplights before he arrived at the station. Nick pulled to the gate and punched the code in to enter the lot. With a beep, the gate opened and he rolled in swerving into the first open parking spot he caught sight of since they were redoing their parking lot parking was limited so he was lucky when he grabbed a spot. Once he pulled into the spot Nick turned his car off and grabbed the rest of his uniform that was on the back seat. Nick stepped out and shut the door, forgetting his lunch in the back seat. He opened the back door, reached inside, and grabbed his lunch before jogging inside trying to avoid being soaked before the start of his shift. As Nick made his way through the sliding glass doors and past the front desk greeting the lady with a smile and wave. He ran downstairs to the locker where he changed into his dark blue uniform and his same-colored hat, fitting snugly on his head. Nick pulled his iPhone out of his right pocket and snapped a selfie that he sent to his mom “First day!!” Nick sent with a smile on his face “Ay! Mr. Davis morning brief in the meeting room, get your ass there now” the officer demanded, walking out of the locker room. “Ok you got this, you got this” Nick hyped himself up, kissing the necklace that he had gotten as a grad gift from his parents. With his heartbeat increasing, he took a deep breath and made his way up the stairs toward the meeting room where people had already gathered. There were a few stragglers when nick made his way inside the room, entering nick looked around for any empty chairs however, there were none “fuck me” he thought to himself finding a space on the back wall to lean against. The sergeant made his way to the front of the room introduced himself to the new hires then had the new hires introduce themselves before they started. “Now that we have that out of the way we’re going to have a split crew today, for those who are new or just never listen a split crew is where half of our station goes to our neighbor to south field village and the others stay here” gray named the officers going to the other town and dismissed them. He began to read through the papers on the podium with a confused look, Gray leaned over to whisper to another commander who shrugged their shoulders. Gray cleared his throat before speaking “I'm going to need Mr. Davis and Mr. Jackson to stay behind” Nick’s heart dropped, being scared and confused he watched the Cap give the other officers their duties for the day most being traffic watch, doing searches, or staying station to do paperwork. One by one Nick's fellow officers exited the room leaving him and officer Jackson. “What's up, Cap?” Jackson asked, walking up toward the front with his hands on his belt. With a sigh and reading the paper cap gray spoke “You two got assigned to a special duty, you’ll need to drive to sea keep to track down a man that goes by the name of Gerald fish” he said, handing the men papers filled with information and photos of the suspect. “He's a short fella around 5’6 with black hair and a stubble beard. Although he is short he has a ton of men. The last known amount was about 40 men just in his main circle. Be careful this man is violent and won't be afraid to spray you.” “the fuck are we bringing the rook? Shouldn’t you get someone with more experience” Jackson spoke up to Gray “first of all watch who you're speaking to and second officers Phillip and Newman are already out of town working with another station. Trust me you weren’t my first choice and not even my second.'' Gray said in a stern tone “anyways you're going to take cruiser bravo and Stacy will give yall the cards to pay for the gas and the hotel, but we aren’t paying for food you can fend for yourself. I want an update every other day I don’t care who it's from” The cap finished their meeting and dismissed them to pack up for their trip and to meet up back at the station in an hour to set out on time. Nick was happy and worried at the same time with it being his first case in the big leagues. Jackson and Nick walked out of the room together going down the hall toward the garage “you excited?” nick asked Jackson who side-eyed him and scoffed “you're going to get fucking eatin' out there rook ill be front row seat to it” Nicks smile faded to anger as they continued to walk “you're going to let your partner getting eating in front of you? Who says Gerald doesn’t like a smart ass on like you and fucking kills you?” he said angrily, reaching the stairs to the garage “not if I kill you beforehand” Jackson said before rushing to his mustang and starting it leaving nick alone to walk to his jeep with a mix of emotions. Nick reached his car and threw his belongings in the back before sliding into the driver's seat and starting his engine. An hour later the two met back at the station with their suitcases in tow. Nick pulled into the garage since he was going to be gone for however long, parking next to Jackson's mustang. Nick made his way to the squad cars where Jackson had already been in the driver's seat with the car running “you're late rook” Jackson hated being called rook but it's who is right now. Looking at his watch and looking back up nick corrected him “I'm 3 minutes early?” he said confused “have you heard when you're early you're late?” “I-” nick decided not to respond to how incorrect that was since he was the rook. Jackson pulled out his phone to put the address in where it told the men it was going to be a 2-hour drive “fuck” nick thought “I didn’t realize it was going to be that far away” Jackson said turning his head toward nick “don't fucking annoy me rook or else” he warned nick while he placed his hand on the shift handle putting the cruiser into reverse and pulled out of the parking lot, making his way down the street and onto the highway heading south toward their assignment. During the drive Nick and Jackson kept quiet, Nick glancing towards Jackson's direction now and then checking if he had looked tired and also checking out the officer's appearance. Jackson wasn’t the tallest but he wasn’t the shortest in the squad, being 5’11 and with a semi-ripped body with blackish blonde hair and his threatening hazel eyes. Nick stared out of the window, watching the green trees zip by one by one till there were a bunch all at one. “Are you going to keep fucking staring at the trees or are you going to tell where I'm fucking going rook?” Jackson said in an annoyed tone. ‘Rook’ that word was getting on his nerves but he couldn’t say anything, grabbing jacksons red iPhone 11 and slid it open to the map popping up “you’re turning right on the next exit and swinging a right at the light after” nick stated pissy as he set the phone in the center console. The rest of the ride went smoothly enough without any fights between Nick and Jackson. Jackson pulled the cruiser into the parking spot in the back in case their man drove by and sees it. Stepping out, Nick grabbed his suitcase and personal belongings from the trunk as Jackson grabbed a black bag “rookie mistake, bringing a suitcase, what do you have in there with your baseball cards?” Jackson scoffed as he slammed the driver-side door and then pressed the lock button causing the car to beep. “Why the fuck are you acting like you were his first choice to go on this mission? You fucking heard his words you weren’t even his second pic!” Nick told Jackson as the two walked in the windy breeze “I think you should watch what comes out of that mouth of yours nick or there's going to be hell and you won't like it” Jackson snapped back at nick. The officers made it to the front of the hotel where they were greeted by the host “we have a room for two probably under the name Jackson or '' Jackson stopped and looked behind him at Nick, with a confused look nick answered, “Uh or nick?” Jackson was taking the station's credit card out of his black leather wallet when the lady spoke up with a confused expression on her face “uh I see a room with a king size bed”. The officers were silent ‘What!’ Nick dreaded sharing a bed, especially with Jackson. Grunting Jackson just accepted it and grabbed the card proceeding down the hall and to the right. Nick followed suit with his suitcase following behind him, reaching the brown door at the end of the hallway. With a beep and a green light Jackson headed into the newly cleaned room with 4 folded towels on the bed with a welcome card. With a huff, Jackson put his bag on the floor between the bed and the wall and walked to the bathroom. Once Nick walked in he placed his stuff on the opposite side of the bed and plugged his white phone charger in. It was a long day for Nick seeing that this was his first assignment in the big leagues and it was with an asshole. Nick sat down on the bed and began to untie his work boots when Jackson walked back in unbuttoning his dark uniform “hey rook” Jackson spoke up “what” nick responded not looking up “has anyone taught you how to get out of the rope burn knot?” Nick's eyebrow furred confused about what Jackson meant “what the fuck is that?” he asked. “Oh, I can show you! It's the type of rope trick you put on your criminals' ' he said with a weird feeling, being a rookie cop and not knowing better Nick agreed. Jackson had Nick take out any loose objects from his pockets and take off his dark uniform, putting it on the side chair. “Ok what first since we have time to kill,” nick said turning towards Jackson “ok I need you to get on your knees and place your arms behind your back” nick nodded and did as he was told “ok stay right there” Jackson reached into his bag and brought out a big bundle of brown rope. Grabbing an armful he made his way behind Nick and roughly grabbed Nick's arms as he began to tie them together “hey watch it, don't make it too tight” nick winced at the tightness. After Jackson finished he grabbed ahold of nicks legs and wrapped the rope around his thigh, close to nicks crotch which caused a stirring down there “o-ok I got it- AH” he reacted to the pull of the rope, making the rope skin tight causing his muscles to bulge. “I should probably tell you now this isn’t criminals, I'm doing this to fuck with you, to break you” Jackson started before squatting down to get level with nicks to face “you're going to enjoy this or at the very least I will” ending with a smile. Nick began to squirm trying to find any loose knot or something he could get his hands on before long he found a piece of hanging rope. Nick's heart rate increased as his finger pulled on the rope. “Mmmfuck” Nick groaned, feeling the ropes get tighter, especially around his thigh area. A chuckle came from the bed. “I don't know how you passed the academy with being this stupid” Jackson said, walking in front of the kneeling Nick to inspect his work. “Get me out of this Jackson! Wait till the cap hears about this-ughh” his words were cut off by the feeling of pressure around a sensitive spot. Jackson had pressed his foot against nicks bulging crotch ‘you don’t think I couldn’t read you? Rookie mistake.” “knock off the rook shi-mmmm fuck” nick tried speaking “rook. You'll learn not to try to out best me or else "Jackson rubbed the front of his blue jeans with a smirk while eyeing nick. “N-no you can't,” he said, staring at the big bulge in his partner's jeans. He began to sweat causing his clothes to stick to his skin revealing a noticeable pec shape and decent abs. Seeing this made Jackson hornier. In one swift motion, Jackson unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his jock. Nick's mouth opened and his eyes widened, ‘oh fuck Jackson is packing’ nick thought to himself as he stared at Jackson's 9-inch dick that was coming his way. Without warning Jackson grabbed the back of nicks head and forced his face against his hanging balls “sniff it faggot” doing as he was told nick began to sniff, smelling the sweaty aroma from Jackson's package, he wanted to pull away but whenever he tried jackson would increase his strength “open your mouth whore” Jackson commanded, shoving his cock into nicks warm mouth and ramming it against the back of his throat making nick gurgle and moan tasting Jacksons pre cum. Nick felt helpless, being tied up and having no way of calling for help he accepted his fate and let Jackson use his mouth till he was close “mmm fuck ughhhh” Jackson pushed nicks to face down and shot streams down his throat. Gagging Nick tried his best to not throw up but he was enjoying this for some reason. His dick was rock hard and leaking in his pants, rubbing against the tightened fabric he wanted to cum to. Jackson pulled his wet cock out, pulling some saliva out of nick's mouth causing it to hang off of Nick's lips. Going over to his bag and getting his phone he checked the time and then looked at nick. Looks like we have time for part two” ‘part two?” nick asked Jackson while Jackson lifted him by the rope causing his thighs to tighten more “p-please stop i-i won't-OW” tears filled his eyes SMACk Jackson landed on nicks firm ass, with a look at nick then back down at his ass Jackson pulled his jeans down with the ropes still tight. He was able to pull them past Nick's knees. With that nick was placed on his stomach, his face buried in the pillow. Nick's face was red with embarrassment getting fucked by a dude should feel dehumanizing but he wanted more he was hungry “O-oh” he could feel Jackson's lubed finger going into his virgin hole “mm you're a tight bitch I see” he said with a smirk, pulling out and pushing 3 fingers in “ughhhh” he moaned into the white pillow in front of him… To be continued!! If you have any suggestions or feedback let me know:) Ps… the other stories won't be as long

It was the beginning of summer vacation for the college football player Brandon hawking. Brandon was the teams top receiver for the last season racking up many touchdowns and yards, even beating the school passing record. His family had planned to go out of the country for the summer to just get out of their small town in California. After he got off of work Brandon grabbed his keys from his pocket and unlocked the red door that led into the living part of his house, placing the keys and his wallet into a bin that was used for the families keys and wallets. After taking his white vans off and putting them in the grey shoe rack in the living room, Brandon brushed his light brown hair to the side and out of his face as he made his way to the kitchen searching for snacks since he forgot to pack a lunch for work. Brandon decided to just make a PB&J sandwich. Brandon is built pretty well, with decent size pecs and muscular biceps he was a hit with the ladies at school and in public. He didn't mind the fame he had gathered though. Today was Brandon's Friday, the beginning of his 4 day weekend, the weekend to relax at the house alone for the first time in a while. After making his snack Brandon went to the living room and grabbed the remote, turning on the t.v where a football game was on. watching it brandon sat down and put his feet up as he munched away at his food leaving no crumbs behind. As Brandon relaxed in the living room a dark van pulled up in front of the house. Inside of the van, Daniel Ruskman sat staring at the house, scanning the outside. He noted that there was only one car in the driveway and it has been all week since Daniel had spied this house out for a while. pulling his notebook out daniel wrote down the address and everything he saw his next plan was to park his van in the driveway blocking the red honda civic so if the person inside escaped they wouldn't be able to use their car. the van came in silently before daniel placed it in park and stepping out. with him daniel brought a bag out with him that was located on the passenger seat. Looking around he made sure no one saw him or his blacked out van in the driveway. The coast is clear. He began to move his way through a garage door, pulling the handle Daniel hoped that there wasn't an alarm or for it to be locked; however luck was on his side and the door opened with no problem. After a small celebration Daniel made his way through the door and quietly shut behind him, being as quiet as possible. Once successfully in, Daniel made his way over the tiled floor of the kitchen, poking his head around the corner to see the back of a male's head watching tv. This made Daniel happy, he pulled a fake gun from his waist and slowly walked behind the male, pressing the gun to his head causing the male to freeze "now, don't move" daniel started "do as i say and no one gets hurt. capish?" he said with a smile, in response brandon nodded "ah good" daniel said looking brandon over " get on the ground" daniel said. brandon was to scared to move so daniel pushed him over causing brandon to fall face first on the red carpeted floor. quickly daniel grabbed the rope from his blue bag and began to tie brandons wrist together tightly so there wouldn't be any freedom "d-dont hurt me i can give you money-uh-so much money" brandon said in a scared tone. that just made daniel chuckle "you think you can bribe your way through this shit huh, ah you hunks are always something he said before placing a rag on brandon's face "MPPPFF-" Brandon fought before just passing out. Daniel stared at the male for a few moments before picking him up over his shoulders and carried him out of the garage door then looking around. He was in the clear, quickly he tied Brandon's feet to secure him in case he woke up. After making it to a building away from the city Daniel dragged brandons lifeless body into the dark room, throwing Brandon on the bed located in the middle of the room. Without hesitation he went to work securing brandons hands and feet to the bed's metal frame. Soon after Brandon woke up his eyes fluttered open with a groan, he had hoped that it had been a really bad dream. However the dream became real when he tried moving his hands but they were cross tied above his head connected to the bed, same with his feet. brandon began to shake to try to get out of his current situation when he heard in the darkened room a door slowly creak open. Brandons eyes widened and he began to shake in his restraints as the figure made his way toward him with a chuckle “mm you football players know how to work out huh” reaching hand up and dragging his hands down brandons bicep causing brandon to tremble “Let me go asshole, people will notice im gone and-and you'd be put away forever!” he yelled, some drool falling off his bottom lip and slowly dribbling to his chin. The dark room fell silent again with the two men looking at each other. With his creepy smile he put his hand on the waist of brandon's jeans and slid down the pocket where the outline of brandon's phone laid. Looking down Brandon let out a sigh watching Daniel pull out his red phone “p-put that away” he pleaded with daniel. “You've lost the privilege to have an opinion, you're mine now” daniel said, licking his lips as he turned brandon's phone off and threw it behind him with the sound of the phone's screen shattering behind him. ‘Im his?’ those words sank into his thoughts causing him to freak out more, yanking his hands down and squirming his lower half trying anything to get out of his restraints but to no avail all he could do is sweat and endure what daniel had planned. Licking his lips daniel looking up and down brandons body before starting at the top “i don’t think you’d be needing this” daniel stated grabbed a pocket knife in one hand and with the other grabbing ahold of brandons t-shirt, slowly daniel began to tears brandons white shirt till it was ripped to shreds leaving him shirtless. The sight of the brandons nicely built body was in view of daniel who went up to brandons pecs and squeezing them causing brandon to let out a soft moan as well as a groan. “I still think your over dressed for this occasion daniel said as they both looked at brandons tight blue jeans and his black belt that was wrapped around it “n-no let me out i wont tell a soul please- ughhh” his words interrupted by two small vibrators that was taped onto brandons nipples causing his face to reddened and as tent to arouse in the front of his jeans, After turning the toys on daniel made his way to the belt, unlooping the strap through the golden cowboy buckle and stripping it off of brandon's body. With no hesitation daniel hooked his thumbs through the belt loops of his pants and slide them to bellow brandons knees revealing a dark blue jock strap with his bulging crotch sticking up. “And this entire time i thought you were a straight man” daniel said sarcastically, “i am” is all that brandon could muster as the vibration got stronger making his head tilt backwards. By this time a wet stop appeared on the front of the jockstrap. Daniel looked at brandons red face then the jock strap, “is he ready to see me? Oh wait i dont care’ smiling as he slid his hand under the cloth of the jock to feel the throbbing cock of brandon. “L-let me go” he said trying to act tough but was failing as his breathes got deeper. Daniel stroked his hand up and down brandon's dick feeling brandon's body tremble at every stroke.