Strapped for Survival Excerpt Pt. I

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“Take these bindings off me,” he barks with a whisper.

I shut him up by shoving my tongue down his throat, licking my lips of his taste when I come up for air and before I answer:

“No.”

Ignoring his pleas for his hands to be free, I reach down to his belt and unclasp it. His pleas are immediately hushed. His pants are the wrapping paper to a birthday package. I see the imprint of his throbbing length and I wanted to tear through what was holding back his gift. But with every gift, the fun is in the anticipation, and I deny myself the urge to make this quick. My fingers dance over the button to his fly in circles before I push the button through the hole. The top of his pants slightly split open. I grab a hold of his zipper, gradually easing it down. Tooth by bitter tooth separates as my desire of anticipating to see the base of his shaft. I couldn’t play it slow anymore and I yank the zipper apart as quick as I could.

There it was: his glorious cock... .


                    -Neon


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