(Hope you enjoy the weekly update. We will be posting the update for Two Sides tomorrow. Just a note. We normally pre-write a lot of our stories in advance and then edit and post later. This chapter is as far as we got in writing this story so far and we are currently in the middle of working on Two Sides so it may be a few weeks before this one is updated again. We apologize for the delay and thank you for understanding. There will still be a few chapters left of fun for John, Seth, Dean as well as some more insight into Randy and Roman's story.) Rose and Jade
John walked into the house. He removed his wet trunks and dried off better with the towel before putting on a clean pair of gym shorts. Since he knew they were playing after dinner, he left off the shirt and underwear. He hung the wet towel and trunks in the bathroom to dry before making his way to the kitchen to work on food. In no time, four large steaks were sizzling on the George Foreman grill Roman had set up on the counter. John began heating the oil in the deep fryer to cook the homemade french fries in. Dean came in about five minutes later, sniffing the air. "Yummy." He commented, grabbing a seat.
John grinned as he worked. "Thanks. I never made fries before so I hope they come out good. I seasoned your steaks a little more since I know you like them spicy." Once again the older man gave Dean a show as he worked, wearing only the shorts
"Thanks. Be careful of that oil...can be sneaky." Dean commented.
John nodded. "Of course." He put the first batch of fries down and then moved to flip the steaks over. "I bought bottled water, beer, and tea. It's all chilling in the fridge if you'd like a cold one."
"Cool." Dean head for the fridge, opening it. "Which you want?"
"I'm not working so beer sounds great." John smiled. He removed the now finished fries and tossed them on a paper towel covered plate. The steaks were finished so he shut off the grill before putting down a second batch of fries. Dean pulled two beers, moving to the table with them. In a short time, John had two plates fixed and sat one at each table place. Dean's had two, nice looking steaks, a pile of thick-cut fries and a small salad. Spices could be seen on top of the cooked meat. John took a seat once he had finished to enjoy the meal.
Dean tried a fry before he reached for the salt and pepper shaker that sat on the table, adding a little.
"Sorry if they weren't seasoned enough for you. I try to eat low sodium when I can." John said as he began to eat.
"It's fine, Dimples...easy enough fix." Dean smiled as he cut into his steak.
John offered a dimpled grin as he began to eat. He had not eaten fries for a long time so he enjoyed the treat. "So, you excited about having a rich boy at your mercy?" He joked.
"Should be fun." Dean smirked. John returned the smile as he ate. The meal passed in relative silence. Both men were able to finish all of their food. When they had finished, John stood to his feet to clean up the dishes and fill the dishwasher.
"It was great, Dimples." Dean told him as he stood up.
"Thanks. I guess I get to taste your famous wings tomorrow night." John laughed as he rinsed off the dishes to load the washer.
"Won't be as good as normal...I tend to marinade them for a while." Dean told him. He then quickly snuck out of the room to retrieve the items he hid, heading back for the kitchen.
When Dean left, John worked on finishing up the cleaning. There wasn't too much to do with the dishwasher but he promised Roman a spotless kitchen. Dean crept behind John, draping the cloth quickly over him then wrapped his arms around him holding the rope to secure him. John jumped, not hearing Dean come up behind him. He picked up quickly that the play had started. "What the hell?" He exclaimed in pretend shock.
"Hmm didn't think anyone was due home." Dean almost grunted. "All the sweeter." He tied the rope around John better, grabbing it. "Come on you." He yanked it. John stumbled, almost falling being blinded. He guessed he was the homeowner by Dean's words.
Dean guided John to the room they were using, shoving him in the bed. "You stay put, Pretty Boy." John decided if it was realistic he would be trying to escape so he began to wiggle to free himself from the cloth. He cursed as he fought the rope holding it around him. Dean looked at him, shaking his head. "Boy you are a dumb one. Don't even wait until I leave the room." He went to shut the door then flipped John, over untying the rope. He reached for John's hands under the cloth and began tying them together.
"I'm not fucking dumb...I can't see you." John hissed. He put on a show of struggling as his hands were tied. "What the fuck do you want anyway?" He loved how his Master had a rough, almost sadistic side at times.
"Well, you are dumb because you didn't hear me leave the room." Dean laughed. "As for what I want...depends on my mood. I was going to simply rob you...but since you are here I might take something else as well." Dean moved to John's suitcase, looking inside.
"Like what?" John said as he wiggled in the bed. He wanted to give Dean a show as his shorts rode low on his hips.
"You'll see soon enough." Dean grabbed a tie and moved to the bed, rolling John on his belly before climbing on top. He moved the cloth up but quickly placed the tie over John's eyes, tying it behind his head. "Then again maybe you won't."
"Let me go or I'll kick your ass." John warned.
"Don't think you're in position for threats." Dean told him, slipping back off. Then headed for the travel bag. "And don't you say I can't stop you once I free you...who said I was freeing you?" He laughed.
"You sick fuck!" John yelled out as he struggled to free himself. His heart raced with excitement and adrenaline flooded his body.
Dean came back with a belt and lube. He sat the lube down before lashing John's clothed ass with the belt. "You don't know the half of it."
John jumped at the slight sting. "What the fuck was that?"
"Oh nothing...Yet." Dean sat the belt to the side and went to grasp under John to try to work the shorts off of him.
"Hey, get off me, pervert!" John yelled. "I'm not wearing any underwear...I just had a shower."
"Even better." Dean commented as he continued until he could get them off.
"Why do you want my damn shorts off? Just go take my shit and leave!" John yelled at Dean.
"Nope, change of plans." Dean groped John's ass.
"Fuck! Stop that!" John yelled. He tried to kick at Dean.
Dean caught his ankle. "Feisty one...none of that. Stay put." He laughed, rushing from the room for the tape he left in the kitchen. He then ran back, pulling the tape from the roll with the familiar ripping sound.
John could tell Dean had tape to use on him. "What do you mean, feisty one? How many fucking others have you assaulted?"
"Don't you worry about that." Dean moved one hand to grab John one ankle wrapping the tape before grabbing the other leg to put them together. He then took another piece, climbing on John's back again. "This should do it." He pulled back on John's head and slapped the piece of tape over John's mouth. John yelled muffled curses behind the tape. In reality, he was already getting hard from the feeling of being so helpless. He had never been in such complete bondage since they had been together. Bound, blinded, and gagged made him feel completely at Dean's mercy.
"What? What was that?" Dean laughed as he moved off the bed for the belt again. He gave a few more hits to John's ass, licking his lips. Not being able to see added a new element of mystery to the play for John. He had no idea what was coming next. Also, not being so submissive was a new thing for him with his stern Dom. He gave an angry grunt at the hits, shaking his head no while his body heated even more.
"What? Want more?" Dean asked. He gave two more before he tossed the belt to the side, moving for the lube he dropped. He stripped down before grabbing the lube and slicking himself, already hard from the lashing.
Dean watched John, moving back for the bed. He slowly dragged his short nails down John's back, knowing they would fade by work. He then grabbed John's already abused ass, letting the nails dig slightly. "I think you know what I have planned." Dean smirked. "You can either shift on your knees like a good bitch...or stay like that and I'll still get you."
John groaned at the nails but shook his head defiantly, refusing to move. He wanted to bring out Dean's rough side. A part of him wanted his hard cock abused or put in a confining ring. He was a true masochist at times. "Fine, have it your way." Dean told him, slapping his ass. He had two options and debated which to do.
He grabbed John's legs, flipping him onto his back. He then lifted John's legs, bending them to spread his knees outward before he climbed on the bed, lifting John's hips to line himself up better. "You call me sick." He laughed. "Your dripping and I haven't done anything yet."
"Fuck you!" John yelled in muffled tones behind the tape. He hoped Dean would abuse his hard cock as his head swam with endorphins.
"What, think I'm lying?" What you call this?" Dean reached between the opening in John's bound legs to grip and jerk John's hard cock. "Saying this a figment of my imagination, Pretty Boy?" He shifted closer to John's ass. "And as for fuck me?" He took his other hand to work his cock between John's cheeks and push the head in. "More like I fuck you." He snapped his hips with a deep moan.
John's head went back as he gave a moan he couldn't hide if he wanted to. The combination of the rough handling of his hard cock with the feeling of being stretched was like heaven to him. "Oh yeah, you're a sick puppy alright." Dean chuckled with a moan as he pulled back for another thrust, this time moving his hand from John's cock to his balls with a firm squeeze.
"Fuuuck." John moaned behind the tape. His cock wanted to explode from the actions but he controlled his flushed body.
"Never had it like this bitch? Probably the times you fuck boring broads the whole time you wanted to beg to be fucked." Dean grunted out as he picked a nice steady pace. After a time of squeezing John's balls he went back to jerking and slapping the hardened cock. "Yeah..that's it...look how hard you are...oh, I forgot you can't."
Dean's cock brushed over John's prostate just right and the older man gave a loud moan. The stimulation coupled with the abuse to his cock and balls had him so heated. "Yeah...that's it...fuck you good...Mmm." Dean moaned as he continued, John's muscles tightened around Dean's cock as he fought not to cum so soon. He had never thought being helpless and restrained would have him so ready to blow.
"Fuck, you already clenching, Bitch...feel that good?" Dean moaned the words before issuing a slap to John's cock then grasping with a twist. "Ready to lose it already?" He moaned deeply at the feeling physically and mentally.
John couldn't have held back had Dean ordered him to. The twist to his cock set the member on fire. He could only cry out as his manhood all but exploded, pulsing to coat Dean's hand with one of the largest releases he could remember. "Fucking slut." Dean commented in mock disgust reaching his hand up to wipe it on John's chin and chest. "Still gonna fuck you until I lose mine." He moaned as he grasped both of John's legs to move them so he could pound him more freely. "Oh yeah like that...Mmmm"
John's chest heaved as his body came down from his orgasm only to be stimulated more. Dean wiping his release on him was hot as hell to the older man. He gave needy whines as his prostate continued to be stimulated, making his spent cock want to twitch. Dean only lasted a few moments more before he pulled out and used one hand to jerk himself until he came all over John's lower body. He then took his hand to remove the tape from John's mouth. "Good?" He asked as he panted.
"P-Please...push me until I come again...so strong but already building." John begged between breaths.
"Let me get your toy." Dean told John, moving from the bed. He grabbed a dirty towel from earlier to finish cleaning his hand before going for where Dean knew John hid his toy.
"N-Never knew I liked restraints so much." John panted. "And my cock being abused made me so fucking heated."
Dean got the toy and came back to add lube to it. "Okay, Dimples….ready to sleep really well tonight?" He chuckled.
"Yes...please." John moaned. He had no idea why he still felt so needy.
Dean moved to wiggle the toy between John's cheeks then pushed it in until it was seated. He then hit the button to begin it humming. He then slowly twisted it. "Let me know when the vibrations hit the spot."
John's back arched from the bed and he gave a moan a few minutes later. "There...fuck, right there."
"Good, Dimples...Good." Dean commented as he released the toy to move to jerk John's cock. "Such a hot boy...that's it."
"For you, Master...you turn me on so much." John said honestly. "I love it when you get rough." His sensitive cock grew warm and hard again in Dean's grasp.
"You look good...felt good...that's it." Dean told him.
"S-So strong...almost hurts but in a good way." John groaned. His cock felt like it was warmed with jolts of sexual energy. Sweat ran down his face as his body trembled in need.
"You asked for it." Dean chuckled as he gave a downward slap to John's cock then went back to stroking. "Come on, Dimples. Cum for me...you know you want to let it all out for me." Dean almost moaned, watching the straining man.
"T-That's a new one. Normally you tell me to hold it." John moaned. Before he could hear Dean's reply his second orgasm hit him full on, causing tremors through his body. His head went back and he let loose a string of curses before almost going limp. Once again, Dean's hand was coated nicely. Dean chuckled as he tried not to be grossed out. He moved his hand to shut off the toy and wiggle it loose and out. He then moved to remove the tie from John's eyes.
John's eyes looked glazed and tired as he looked at Dean. His body was coated in cum and sweat. "Fuck...so good."
"Think you have the energy to shower...or do you need sleep first?" Dean asked as he went to remove the tape from John's ankles.
"S-Sleep...please." John said. His body felt limp and exhausted.
"Okay." Dean freed John's hands. "Move to one side...just remember we need to change and wash the sheets before we leave." John rolled to move. He felt the world fade away as he passed out almost immediately. Dean oddly felt energized as he moved to kiss John's forehead before cleaning the room and items of their fun. Dean finished and when to quickly prep the wings so they could begin marinating over night. He then finally forced himself into bed next to John for some sleep.