Stories - Raw Lust: New Player, New Equation Pt 2

PART TWO

Brad let loose a volley of invectives that would've made a sailor blush. But all that came out of his gag were grunts and gurgles. This seemed to act as an aphrodisiac to Rob. He mashed the helpless Brad's massive slabs of soft pliable flesh. 

  Brad squirmed as an inquisitive hands slowly rubbed against his crotch. Rob moaned and kept up his torment of the tied up captive. Brad's cock  was dangerously close to exploding and spewing hot cum! Knowingly or otherwise, Rob abandoned teasing his captive's crotch and concentrated on his enormous man teats instead. The T-shirt chose to crawl down a couple of times and Rob had pull it up. This seemed to irritate him and he growled, "If only I had a bloody knife! I'd have slit your T-shirt all the way down from neck to hem!"  

  Far away, Brad could see headlights of vehicles as they zipped up and down on what was surely a motorway. He didn't know what time of the day---or night---it was. Right now, Rob, his new captor, kept him on his toes. His mammoth man boobs had been under near constant mashing and kneading for God knows how long that he was sure they'd swelled another couple of inches at least! And his nipples were twin points of unadulterated agony! And pleasure too! He sagged against the tree and closed his weary eyes. He felt the strongman's huge calloused hands investigate every square inch of his immense body. Brad drifted into a no man's land of sleep and wakefulness.

 He felt being led none too gently into a car. Brad opened his eyes as cold breeze lashed his face. He was in the front seat of Rob's car and the massive man was driving the car at a good speed. Brad wasn't surprised at all to discover that his hands were still cuffed behind his ass.  

   "Aah! You're awake, Brad!" Rob spoke brightly and squeezed his captor's huge man boobs with one hand. The hand drifted down to his crotch. Brad squirmed helplessly as ruthless fingers ran up and down his tented jeans. "God Almighty!" Rob groaned, "Brad! Do you even know how sexy you look? You've brought out the brute in me!"

Weariness and sleeplessness hit Brad like a brick and he dozed off. He barely felt the car slow down as it entered London city. 

 "We're home, mate!" Rob roused his captive. "Home sweet home!" he announced. Brad barely felt his muscle mammoth of a friend uncuff him and gently undress him. He was led to the bedroom and the familiar large old fourposter. Brad collapsed on to its welcome softness. He vaguely heard Rob moving around the bedroom. Brad also felt his arms being stretched and his huge legs being spread wide. Now what? He wondered but was too sleepy to care...

 To be continued............