Chapter 68

A light touch caressed his testicles. Instead of crawling up into his body in shame, they disobeyed him completely and hung, heavy. Jay fiddled with them, massaging gently, Dean biting down on a scream of frustration. Mouth back on his cock, though, and when Jay bobbed his head again, Dean said, “Oh, yeah!” horrified he meant it.

This didn’t feel horrifying, though; felt damn good until a finger slid down and circled his anus. Dean shouted, “Hey!” tugging on his bonds, clenching.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” Jay muttered. He grabbed Dean’s thighs and pushed his legs back. Something brushed his side and looped around one knee.

“What the…?” A line of cord stretched from Dean’s leg all the way up.

“Where the fuck did you get all this cord from?”