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Apt 132 (helliday inn 1st floor) 2:33am _Moonlight trickles in through the windows. A yetiskin bed is here. A red shag rug is splayed across the floor. A lavish wooden wardrobe is sitting here. There's a trophy case here, packed to the brim with fascinating tchotchkes. A black anodized metal weapon rack is mounted to the wall. A ham radio has been set up here. A stickycam is stuck to the wall. Every wall is covered with shiny tinfoil. _

Grinning, Brennan closes the door to outside with a well-placed kick. "Home sweet home, boy."

Isolfr blinks rapidly, pausing for but a moment to allow his vision to adjust to the decrease in lighting. Soon the spots clear and he's able to inspect his new surroundings, a task he sets to with a critical eye you wouldn't expect from a raggedy runaway. What he saw made him wince visibly, though it was a gesture he took pains to hide from his newfound caretaker. He wasn't in any place to be picky. But shit, the place was a mess. Gingerly, Isolfr picked his way across the debris, ignoring the items that called to his once sticky fingers and veering towards the couch, where he halted just shy of the furniture and folded himself into a kneeling position, to better await the doling of his payment.

Brennan can't help but let a bark of a laugh roll out of him. "My, my. You've done this before, haven't you, boy?" He steps up to Isolfr, his hand reaching out. His fingers run through your hair, his nails lightly scraping at your scalp. "That's good. Means I won't have to train you too much . ." His hand cups at the back of your head and pulls you towards him, burying your face in his groin, so that the musky, masculine scent of him might waft across your senses. "Now, I want you to take that zipper down . . but don't use your hands." His strong grip keeps your face against his bulge, letting you feel his firmness, his throbbing member.

Isolfr goes to work readily, his own erection renewing at the ease with which the man takes charge. It seemed he was as familiar with dominating as Isolfr was with whoring. To be fair, however, he wasn't that familiar with the occupation; most of his education had come from learning and watching others. He had to admit that there was something hot about being treated like a whore .. not that he'd ever say so aloud, of course, but it was true. He always couldn't help but get hard when turning tricks. Maybe it was the taboo of it, maybe it was the vulnerability that came with entrusting your well-being to someone else who, in most cases, was a complete stranger. A shudder ran through him at the mere thought and he forced himself back to the present, back to mouthing Brennan's erection the tight fabric of his bodysuit. Fuck, but the man was huge. Isolfr's heart pounded, a strange mixture of adrenaline and wariness spurring him on as he used his teeth to undo the zipper mechanism, careful to take his time so as not to catch any skin.

Brennan lets out a low moan as your lips work at his bulge, and sighs as his cock springs free from his pants, "Ohh .. fuck .." His eyes dart down to catch the tent in your jumpsuit. "Looks like I got myself a proper whore in you, don't I, boy?" He laughs,clearly pleased. "You keep this up, and I just might keep you around .." He lets his fingers run through your hair again, before curling, gripping at it. He pulls your face against his member, dragging his length along your lips, each of your cheeks, rubbing you with his cock. "You want this, don't you, slut?" He presses the leaking cockhead against your lips, growling. "You want that fat cock down your throat?"

Isolfr burns at the man's words, wondering if he means it. If Brennan really would keep him around .. No one had ever kept him before and although Isolfr knew it could very well prove dangerous to get his hopes up, the idea still made his heart flutter and skip a beat. He angles his head to and fro, so that the man could better run his fingers through his platinum lion's mane; a breathy moan ejecting from his throat as he chased the throbbing cock that was run teasingly across his face, kept just out of reach. The most he managed was a quick slurp at the shaft, before it was drawn away. Isolfr whines in irritation, opening his eyes to plead with Brennan. You want that fat cock down your throat? Brennan was asking and he nodded, already taking the weeping head of the member between his lips; suckling it clean, swallowing the bittersweet precum in greedy, quick gulps.

Brennan's eyes flash, somewhere between mischief and malevolence, as you nod. His hand in your hair starts to tug, pulling you onto his tremendous cock, grinding it against your soft, wet tongue. It starts to press against the back of your throat; his hips urging forward, his thick member demanding entrance. "Now here's the test, little whore. You choke down that fat cock like a good boy, and maybe you'll have a place to stay .. mm .." He grinds against you, already trying to choke you on his prick. "Show me how a good fucktoy behaves.."

Isolfr barely restrains the urge to roll his eyes. Fucktoy? Tch. Was some deep-throating really all the man could come up with for a so-called test? The words bitch, please were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't dare say them. Instead he smothered them as he set about his test, going to town on Brennan's cock the same way a starving man might go about gourmet; involuntary noises escaping every now and then as he worked the slit for another mouthful of precum, slurping down the salty liquid eagerly. When it refused to yield any further ambrosia, Isolfr braced his hands on the insides of Brennan's muscular thighs and took the man's dick to the back of his mouth, the walls of his throat giving way to the cockhead like petals on a flower.

Brennan presses forward with you, that heavy prick slurping down into your tight passage as his hips drive it onward. "Ohhh .. fuck, there it is." On and on, he drives his member on, crushing it down into your throat, until your nose presses up against his groin, his balls on your chin. He holds himself down there, his fingers still in your hair like reins, holding you hilted on his dick. "That's my good little cocksucker .. mm .. that's it." Even as he holds you down on it, his tremendous prick blocking off your air, his foot comes forward, pressing against the bulge in your pants, grinding and rubbing against your own stiffness. "Get that dick out for me. I want to see just how hard sucking cock makes you."

Isolfr fumbles at his own zipper with shaking hands, quickly stripping out of his jumpsuit. The moment he's naked, he plasters himself to the area between the man's thighs, jaws working furiously as his cock bobs up and down. While nowhere near being a member of Brennan's proportions, Isolfr's dick still isn't something to sneeze at, modestly-sized and a little over a pleasant handful. The cockhead weeps generously, somehow keeping in rhythm with the motions of the blond's throat as he sucks Brennan down.

Brennan keeps himself held down your throat a few moments more, before he starts to pull back. He's almost slipped out of your mouth before he presses forward again - - that cock urging its way back down your tight passage. He works up into a rhythm, starting to fuck your face properly. "Mmnn .. now that's a good little bitch .. fuck!" His balls slap against your chin as he fucks it deep. He keeps this up for a few minutes, pumping your throat, before he slurps out of your face entirely, his cock drooling with your spit and his precum. "Fuck .. that should be enough to get me started .." He smirks and reaches down to grip you under the shoulder, tugging you up. "Now turn around and get those hands on the wall. Stick your ass out for me, boy. Show me that pussy."

Isolfr obeys immediately, utilizing Brennan's help in scrambling to his feet. As instructed, he situates himself against the wall, his palms flat upon the cool plaster. "Nnnnn," he whimpers, huffing out an anxious breath; pressing his cheek to the wall, he reaches behind his own back and spreads himself, unsuccessfully trying to work his ass ready with dry fingers. The pain causes him to cry out, yet he keeps at it, whining and trembling with the desperation that oft accompanies horniness. "Please," he gasps, a lone tear tracking a wet, salty pace down his cheek.

Brennan steps up close behind you, pulling your hand away, before his own goes up to your face, working two fingers into your mouth. He grinds them against your tongue, wetting them, moving them down to your rear. You feel one spit-slicked finger start to rub at your hole, loosening it, starting to slip inside you. "Please what, boy?" He laughs and wriggles it in, searching for that sensitive spot, even as the second digit starts to plunge inside you, "Tell me what it is you need so badly." His fingers twist and turn inside your tight hole, spreading, stretching and loosening you, brushing against and pressing that sensitive little bitch-button. He pulls those fingers back, and you feel his heavy meat slap against you between your cheeks, wet, hard and heavy, "Beg me for it, slut .."

Isolfr cries out, both relieved and discomfited that Brennan doesn't wait before shoving a second digit in after the first. The man plays his prostate expertly and in no time, Isolfr is a sobbing mess, wobbling and swaying as he struggles to remain on his feet in spite of his weak knees. He clenches around his caretaker's fingers, the walls of his ass sucking at Brennan's finger greedily. "Fuck me, Brennan, please!" he begs on command without so much as skipping a beat, panting heavily in between syllables. "Please, please .. Oh, God .."

Brennan shifts his hips, bringing his ragingly hard cock back, the tip resting against your pucker. He fists the bottom of it, guiding it as he starts to press forward, the pressure against your pucker building, "That's a good boy .. a good little slut." He smirks, leaning into it, his member starting to part you, to press into you; stretching you wide around his girth. "Mnn .. fuck, you're a tight little thing .." He barks a laugh, "We'll fix that .." His cock slips into you, eased along by your spit and grinds against that boycunt. "Take it, boy .. ah! Take that cock you want so bad..."

Isolfr reaches back to grab ahold of his caretaker's hips, establishing a grip that he uses to fuck himself almost immediately; grinding back against Brennan wantonly. Already, he felt so close. Shit. Squeezing his eyes shut against the mounting pressure, Isolfr mouths the wall, struggling to keep his orgasm at bay.

Brennan presses in deep, his cock crushing inside you, slipping into your back door. "Mmm .. could get used to this .." He smirks, and a hand comes down against your ass in a firm slap. He starts to pump back and forth, his member working a little bit deeper every time he presses forward into that hole, grinding against your puckered mouth. "Fuck, yes .. mm .. I wanna feel you cum for me, boy. I want to feel you cum on that cock .." His hand goes under you, gripping around your own hard member, giving it a firm squeeze, "You gunna squirt, slut?" His hips pump harder with every stroke, starting to slam against your ass with his hips.

Isolfr bites his lip to keep from crying out, but somehow the sound escapes anyway: a breathless, low-pitched keening, an audible testament to the depth of his sheer need as his orgasm rips through him like a freight train, the pressure inside rising inside on a thin swell of cerulean. "Brennan!" Isolfr shrieks before promptly blacking out, all the tension bleeding from his narrow framework, the meager weight of his unconscious body slumping against Brennan.

Brennan wraps his arm around your chest, holding you up, leaning forward to keep you against the wall, supported by his weight against you, his chest pressed to your back. He groans out, slamming forward one last time, bellowing, burying his dick as deep inside you as he can. His cock throbs heavily, pulsing, starting to jet as his balls pull tight- firing rope after rope of his hot spunk deep inside your ass, filling you up with his cum as he pants, his lips working at your neck, teeth scraping against you, still holding your limp body up.

Brennan slides a takeout box over to you, sitting down on the floor, leaning against the bed. "So, boy. I doubt you got much a place to go, and I don't got anyone staying here, so here's what's gunna happen. You'll stay here. I'll get you what you need. I'll even hook you up with my corp, and you can work for us if'n when you want to." He grins, "But so long as yer under my roof, its my rules. You belong to me, boy, y'understand? When I say I'll keep ya, I mean you're gunna be kept. You fuck when I want, maybe even who I want. You keep that sexy ass in shape for me, and if I give you something to wear, you wear it." His hand reaches over, and rubs along your head, "And y'might even enjoy yourself along the way, because I know what a dirty little whore y'really are.."