Bubbles & Berries #AtoZchallenge
Bruno creeps around the corner. His gun held ready to fire. Brandon is around here somewhere. Squatting Bruno creeps over to the back of the sofa. Brandon is close. He can smell Brandon’s cologne.
Plastering his back to the sofa Bruno listens closely. Cocking his head Bruno frowns. That was definitely something. Creeping his way along the extremely long sofa Bruno makes his way to the kitchen. Peeking oh so quietly Bruno’s nose flares, Brandon is close.
Turning the corner Bruno freezes. A gun barrel sits easily against the back of his skull. Fear races through him down to his toes.
“Drop it.” Brandon’s voice sends another shiver down his spine.
Dropping the gun and kicking it away Bruno laces his fingers behind his head.
“Move.” The gun’s barrel poking him urges him further into the kitchen. “Turn around.”
Obeying Bruno comes face to face with Brandon.
“Drop them.” Brandon makes a downward motion with his gun.
Frowning Bruno moves his hands to pants as if in a question. “Do it.” Brandon orders.
Swallowing hard Bruno’s hands tremble as he makes quick work of his pants.
Brandon approaches him, gun in hand. Sweat forms on his upper lip in anticipation. The other man stops not far from him. Bruno tenses as Brandon reaches to grab something behind him on the counter.
Brandon kneels in front of him. The gun still pointing at him threateningly, “Fuck, what the hell?” Bruno hisses as whip cream coats his cock.
Brandon only smirks at him placing a cherry at the tip of his fully hard cock. The whip cream nestles the cherry perfectly. Brandon’s long tongue snakes out, licking away the sweet cream slowly, the cherry sits precariously.
Lapping up the cherry Brandon eats the delicious fruit. His mouth works for several moments before the stem appears between his teethe in a nice little knot.
The gun is forgotten on the counter next to him as Brandon takes his cock down his throat. “Oh shit.”
Brandon moans around his dick sucking hard, his cheeks hallowing out.
The man on his knees looks up to the gun pointed at his face.
“You lose.” Pulling the trigger Bruno smirks as bubbles pour from the tip. “Now you’re my sex slave for the day.”
“Mmmm, just where I want to be.”