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his lip trembled as he
whispered, “Understand… what?”
    Jeff could sense Danny’s face inching closer
towards his, like the gentle heat of an electric charge passing
between them. Danny’s forehead landed against Jeff’s, and Jeff
gasped softly, his entire body trembling now. He could sense what
was coming, and for reasons he couldn’t possibly understand, it was
the only thing he really wanted. Not escape, not freedom, not
relief.
    Danny’s lips landed against Jeff’s, his
tongue unfolding into the officer’s waiting mouth. His eyes still
shut, Jeff suddenly saw a flash of white light. Something had
changed. Danny was gone. He opened his eyes.
    He was back in the cellar dungeon, the side
of his face resting against the cool black leather of the padded
table. Startled and confused, he tried to raise his head, but
couldn’t, as a steel collar around his neck was tightly chained to
the table’s far edge. He was bent over, naked, his arms still bound
securely behind his back, his ankles chained to the floor. He began
to struggle, but it was no use. All he could do was slowly work his
head to the opposite side.
    There was Danny, chained in place a few feet
beside him, looking back at Jeff with something new in his eyes,
something Jeff hadn’t seen before: fear. Behind him was Mason,
naked and fully erect, a sadistic grin on his face as his hands
kneaded Danny’s ass cheeks and spread them apart. There was someone
behind Jeff, as well, he realized, a look of panic sweeping over
his face as well. His eyes fell back to Danny’s. The slave offered
him a knowing, mournful nod. Jeff had seen this
before … the security footage from the theater…
    But it wasn’t a thought Jeff was able to
dwell upon. In that very moment, he felt two large, muscled hands
gripping at his hips, clutching him in place as what felt like an
impossibly thick cock cleanly and swiftly penetrated him, steadily
burying itself inch-by-inch within Jeff’s tight, unprepared ass.
Stars seemed to flood his vision, his mind running blank, his every
nerve and brain cell seemingly overwhelmed by the unilateral
sensation of his ass being split open and reamed by this massive
cock. He opened his mouth to scream, but no scream came. Instead,
Jeff heard himself unconsciously moaning out two words he hardly
even recognized:
    “ Harder, Sir …”
    He got what he asked for, the cock pulling
back only to thrust straight back in, faster, deeper, and harder
than before.
    “ Harder , please… ” Jeff moaned,
again locking eyes with Danny, the slave whimpering as he took
Mason’s cock up his ass.
    Jeff’s ass, meanwhile, was now bearing the
steady piston-like thrusts of his own master, each one sending a
shockwave of force rippling through Jeff’s body, jolting him
against the corner of the table. He wanted to cry out in pain and
beg for it to stop, but something wouldn’t let him. Instead, he
simply begged for more.
    “ Harder please Sir!”
    The cock was slamming itself into Jeff with
each merciless thrust now, leaving his entire body shaking with
pained exertion. But Jeff could also feel that familiar heat
building at the base of his scrotum, the slow burn in his prostate
that he had felt back in the theater…. He realized he was drooling
on the table, his eyes rolling upwards into his head as he
continued to get fucked. He snapped briefly back to attention,
focusing just long enough to see Danny in a similar pose behind
him, face twisted into a strained, breathy grimace, eyes wrenched
shut, cheek buried against the black leather…
    And out of the corner of his eye, between
the slave’s legs, Jeff could see Danny’s cock. It was bulging out
from his body like a fifth appendage, so hard it might as well have
been chiseled out of stone. From the tip came a steady, sticky drip
of cum, each one of Mason’s thrusts seeming to force another few
droplets of the cloudy fluid to spurt out. Jeff gasped out a moan
at the mere sight of it. He too, was hard,