Hammer’s brain boiled, and his knees softened as he slid to the bed, staring at the conversation. This boy had no self-respect and was ready to be someone’s plaything.
It was so fucking hot.
Images from their one tryst, of Dex spread out under him and taking the hard thrusts like a champ, passed through Hammer’s head as he opened another message.
He did not expect to see Dex’s brown eyes staring back at him from a photo sent with the words[U up for this again?I have two more guys who want to help you out with that skin regimen.]
In the picture, Dex’s rosy features were covered by a lattice of cum. His lewdly open mouth looked bruised from prolonged cocksucking, and his eyes were in a haze, as if he was barely there.
Hammer shot up, tossing the phone back into the drawer.
Broken motorcycles.
Maggots on bodies left unburied too long.
Frozen lettuce.
Yet still, Dex’s eyes begging for more cum kept peeking through the nasty imagery, prompting Hammer to leave his room, because if he stayed there, he’d open his pants and jerk off despite there being so many willing bodies around.
A woman. He needed to direct those feelings at someone more appropriate than the ridiculous kid whom he should have never taken hostage.
The party had properly started since he’d left, and one couple was already fucking in an armchair in the darkest corner of the living room, with the woman riding her partner, her bare ass a spectacle for anyone wanting to watch.
Thiswas what he needed to focus on, not the fantasy of covering Dex’s features with spunk and then making him wear all that cream with pride.
Fuck, once again, he was straying from his decision to no longer even consider having sex with Dex, but wasn’t that what happened with forbidden fruit?
Keeping his eyes on where most of the bodies congregated, he walked to the flat area in front of the TV, which he and Dex had earlier converted into a dance floor by moving the furniture to the side. His eyes stopped on the blonde hair of a busty lady with white wings and a halo-like headband. She danced with two friends in an elaborate set of pale lingerie.
The unpleasant squeeze in the stomach, which often plagued him before approaching an unknown woman, was back. He was hardlyshyonce he got going, but starting a new social interaction with a stranger was plagued with potential for things going wrong. It was so much easier to deal with discomfort by using his trusted sledgehammer, because it required zero consent and approval.
As he came closer, a different kind of blond begged for his attention without knowing it. A man wearing head-to-toe leather approached Dex from behind and slapped his naked butt with a gloved hand. Dex turned his head in surprise, but then gave the guy a bright smile.
Hammer hated being unable to hear what the kid said to Mr. Leather, but he’d already approached the angel girl, and she noticed him, and once she offered him a smile from behind a mask decorated with feathers, it was only polite to pull her two steps away from her friends and whisper, “Great costume” straight into her ear.
She giggled, which meant they were off to a good start. “Thanks! It’s my first time here, and I worried I should have worn black, but at least I stand out.”
In the background, Mr. Leather pulled out a spiked collar from under his jacket and showed it to Dex as his hand lingered on the kid’s ass.
“No, it’s very good. It… it’ll make some people want to make less of an angel out of you,” Hammer said, taking a deep breath to calm down, because Dex’s time was his own, and there was no reason for him not to fuck whomever he wanted. And yet, Hammer’s gaze kept passing over the breasts displayed in a gorgeous corset, to the blond boy, whom the man in leather had just backed against the wall.
He should be happy to see Dex laughing, relaxed, but each glimpse pushed Hammer closer to a cold swamp. If Dex were in some kind of distress, Hammer could swoop in there like an Angel of Death and deal with the horny fucker looking to make a meal out of Dex, but instead, he was left simmering in his own impotence.
Which shouldn’t be a thing next to this cute, eager angel.
“Are you gonna be my devil tonight?” she asked with a smile, but that dumb collar was now resting around Dex’s neck, and the fucker in leather reached back to lock it.
Hammer was a dog in the manger.
He knew this yet could not stifle the urge to break up whatever was about to happen, because Dex was a wild animal, and no one should take ownership of him this way.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, but was so focused on the scene happening at the far end of the room to acknowledge the girl he’d approached moments ago. She would find another devil to strike her from heaven.
A lot of the sex was happening in rooms prepared for the occasion, but many guests were into watching and being watched, so it was no surprise that there was plenty of illicit action happening out in the open too. Yet Dex’s handsome face remained Hammer’s sole focus, like a glimpse of light for a man crawling through a narrow cave.
Why should he deny himself a tasty peach just because he didn’t yet know what he wanted to do with the pit? The party wasbisexualby name, and no one would judge him here. He could figure out the details later. All he knew right now was that the collar was coming off, and Mr. Leather’s hand was about to get broken if it didn’t leave Dex’s ass.
The fact that Dex was so interested in the guy that he hadn’t even yet spotted Hammer infuriated him further. He wanted the big brown eyes glued to him in awe like they had the night they met. Like they had when Dex was folded in two while Hammer drilled him.