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Feet Of Clay
By : mprice
Category: +. to F > From Eroica With Love
Views: 1481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own From Eroica with Love, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Chapter Three
Play Time“You give a right fine sponge bath, Blondie,” Frank said as he climbed out of the tub and toweled himself off.
Dorian drew a deep breath. You mean I give a right fine hand job, bloody bastard, he thought, forcing a smile on his face.
“Hey, Blondie, are all these clothes in here yours?” Charlie called out.
Dorian thought his heart was going to stop right then and there. Oh, God, please tell me he’s not mauling Klaus’s clothes. “Only some of them. The rest belong to the owner of the cabin,” he said in as even a voice as possible.
“I’ll bet I know what’s yours,” Charlie laughed. He appeared at the door with one of the Earl’s colorful shirts in his hands. He was also wearing Klaus’s robe, much to Dorian’s horror.
“Holy shit, Blondie, you really are a flamin’ queen, aren’t ‘cha?” Frank gasped, looking from the shirt to the Earl and back. Then he vanished from the bathroom, heading for the closet.
“Now that you chaps have eaten and had a nice bath,” Dorian said slowly, “why don’t you take the car and be on your way?”
“So you can call the police as soon as we’re around the corner?” Charlie countered.
Now, wouldn’t that be ironic? Eroica calling the police. “No, no,” Dorian said evenly. “There’s no phone. And cell phones don’t work out here either.” Klaus’s satellite phone does, but you don’t need to know that.
“I got a better idea,” Charlie said with a grin.
Dorian had a very bad feeling about this and suddenly felt cornered. “Better idea?”
Charlie threw a quick glance over to Frank, who had just returned to his side. “Yeah,” he said, and slowly descended on the Earl. “A much better idea.”
* * *
Dorian had fought, scratched, kicked, clawed, and even bit as he was dragged from the bathroom and then had his clothes torn from his body. Charlie had observed that the Earl was pretty enough to be a woman, and while this might have been true, but he was still a
man, and stronger than a woman, which the AWOL Americans quickly learned.Frank finally struck the Earl on the back of the head with the bottle he had brought with him, sending him to the floor in an unconscious heap.
“Shit, Frank! Don’t kill him yet,” Charlie snapped.
Frank pulled the top sheet off the bed and tore it into strips while Charlie dumped the limp Dorian on the bed. Within minutes, the Earl was spread-eagled face down on the bed, his hands and feet securely bound to the metal frame. This was a larger bed than had originally been in the cabin, large enough to accommodate two men comfortably. The frame was also new, and metal, since Klaus had broken the wooden one all those years ago.
Charlie went into the bathroom to get a cup of water, which he threw into Dorian’s face, partially reviving him. The Earl lifted his aching head and looked around fuzzily, not quite sure what was happening.
Charlie climbed onto the bed and he slid close enough to get his cock in the Earl’s face. “Suck me off, faggot,” he ordered.
“Lying down?” Dorian asked in disbelief.
“Yeah. Lying down.”
“I’ll choke.”
“No y’won’t.” Charlie replied and grabbed the Earl by the hair, forcing his erect cock into his mouth.
Dorian gagged briefly, and tried to pull back, only to have his pounding head slammed forward again. Christ, he’s going to choke me. He closed his eyes, enduring the humiliating process. Again, he was inwardly glad the man was no comparison to Iron Klaus. If he were as well endowed as the German, the Earl would surely have strangled.
As before, Charlie came within only a few minutes, shooting his cum into the back of the Earl’s throat, causing him to gag. He sat back and smiled, giving Frank a knowing look. “You wanna have a go, Frank?”
“No,” Dorian moaned, pulling weakly at his bindings. Christ, what a nightmare to wake up to.
“Play nice, Blondie. We’ve still got the gun,” Charlie reminded as he climbed off the bed to allow Frank to take his place.
Dorian looked at the man’s cock and actually laughed. “Well, I’m not in danger of choking on that,” he said sarcastically. He braced himself for the retaliation he knew would follow. He was not disappointed.
Then Frank slid forward, forcing his cock into the Earl’s mouth. He had more staying power that his friend, and Dorian was certain might choke before the man finally came. This was not the case, fortunately, as the man finally climaxed with a strange, strangled noise, emptying himself in the Earl’s mouth.
“Not bad,” Frank said as he climbed off the bed. “But don’t faggots like it up the ass?”
“No!” Dorian screamed and finally started to fight his bindings in earnest. Dammit, Klaus, where are you!
“Yeah, that’s what I hear,” Charlie snickered.
Dorian closed his eyes as the men started to run their hands all over his body, groping and pawing at him.
Frank picked up the bottle and finished the last of its contents. “How loud are you when you come, Blondie?”
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