Though it was now known that the no fornication policy was no longer valid, I didn't want to take a chance with Tim getting hurt. It was crazy….for the first time in my life I wanted to be in a relationship with someone. It wasn't all about sex…but that was a big part of it. I smiled at him as we sat across each other at the communal dining table. It had become like a ritual with us. We'd play footsie almost every night. Tonight was no exception. I knew just by the smirk Tim had that it was my turn to be played with.
Sure enough, I felt the familiar pat of his foot sliding up my thigh before coming to rest on my groin. But unlike every other time, I felt his toes pressing and squeezing at my crotch. I had no idea what he was doing until I felt a tug on my zipper. Shocked, I glanced down and watched as toes gripped the metal ring and pulled it down. Normally I could withstand getting an erection, but the shock of it got to me.
I don't know how he did it but before I knew it my cock was poking out through my boxers and the zipper of my pants. The feel of skin on my cock got me going like crazy. It was like one of those slow and teasing handjobs you see in porn where the guy is tortured forever before finally being able to cum. I tried to eat but I couldn't. I was just getting close when I felt a cold breeze pass around me. I stiffened. Had I not been so surprised I would've found that everyone else at the table reacted in the same way I did.
"Mr. Gallant, would you follow me for a follow-up interview." Came the cold voice of Michael.
My skin crawled and Tim looked outraged. I opened my mouth to decline the order, but nothing came out. Frowning, I tried again. Nothing. Shrugging I made to stand when I felt Tim kick my shins. My face grew hot when I realized I almost rose with my still very hard cock poking through for the entire audience to see. Trying to be discreet, I reached down and put myself away. Standing, I followed Michael out of the dining room. I glanced back once and saw Tim was standing. Oddly, no one seemed to be telling him to remain seated.
"Take a seat on the bed." Michael said, not bothering to feign his intentions.
"No thanks." I said coldly.
"Sit." He said, his voice deep and commanding.
I ground my teeth as I unwillingly sat on his bed. Why couldn't I control what I was doing. I don't know how, but Michael seemed to have powers. Normally I would think that would be crazy, but this was something I felt sure on. My mind was so scattered that I didn't realize he was standing right in front of me. Blinking, I looked up at him. Michael's face was hard and confident. But there was no cruelty there. This just seemed to mess with my mind.
"You've made my list of those that I'll take to the Sanctuary." He said softly.
"Who else is coming?" I asked, worried Tim would be left behind.
"I have yet to decide. I don't know if anyone else deserves to come. It might just be you and me." Michael said, a hint of cleverness in his voice.
I scowled. I knew where this was going. If I wanted Tim to come, I had to put out. It made me mad because Michael could've just had his way with me without telling me this. But instead he wanted me to think of it as a favor. There was no question. I'd do anything to ensure Tim would be coming with me.
"What about Tim?" I asked, "if he can't come, I don't want to go either." I said very loudly, louder than I than I meant.
"Didn't I tell you I had yet to decide." Michael replied, a hint of steel in his voice.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see a shadow against the wall by the open-door Michael had forgotten to close. Tim's shadow was something I was well acquainted with by this point.
"If Tim can't come, I'm not going with you." I said again stubbornly.
"My pants feel a little tight, Mr. Gallant." Michael said, making a face I couldn't understand.
"I'll do anything." I said, unable to help myself. "I think we're…" I broke off, trying to decide what we were.
I thought I loved him. I think he felt the same way about me, but I wasn't positive.
"Use me." I said, scooting forward and palming his crotch.
"Actually,..I was thinking you could use me." Michael grinned at me.
"You want me to….what…fuck you?" I asked, suddenly not wanting to and completely perplexed.
"Why don't you both do that." Michael backed away from me.
Reaching the door, his hand shot out and I heard a gasp. A moment later Michael's hand was clamped around Tim's throat. slamming the door behind them, Michael lifted Tim off the floor. Michael held Tim in the air by his throat as he returned to the bed. I rose but Michael threw Tim at me, and I fell back onto the mattress with him on my lap. Tim was shaking. I don't know if it was with rage, fear, or pain that made him do so. Hugging him to my chest, I slid out from under him to sitting beside him. Face red, Tim looked at me with a mixture of fear and anger.
"Pull me out." Michael stepped over until he was in front of Tim.
"I will." I said, scooting closer.
"I know you will. But I'm not addressing you." Michael sneered and didn't look at me.
Frowning, I peered at Tim. This was big for him. He was basically still in the closet. Also, I didn't want any part of him to touch Michael that way. For once, I got angry. Really angry. I stood, reaching out and yanking Michael away. It was clear I surprised him otherwise I probably wouldn't have been able to shove him onto the bed. Instead of getting angry and turning on me, he looked back at me with a smirk. That just made me angrier.
"Tim, don't touch his dick." I said, reaching forward and tangling my fingers into Michael's long hair.
"That's not the way this works." Michael said, still with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Tim." I said, voice shaking.
Tim looked at me with something close to awe.
"Make him suck your cock. At first I didn't want those lips touching you like that…but this isn't about him." I said, watching as Tim's face morphed from hesitance to determination.
Shoving Michael closer to the center of the bed, I waited as I saw Tim fumbling for his zipper. I couldn't see Tim's cock as Michael's hair blocked the view, but I heard the slurping sound that was that of cock sucking. Reaching forward, I forced Michael's head down as far as I could. There was some coughing and gagging as I held him in place. Both Tim and I leaned forward at the same time and our lips met. I sucked his tongue, hearing more coughing from below. I nodded at Michael's head. Seeming to understand, Tim reached out and held Michael in place.
With my hands free, I reached around and undid Michael's pants. There was no fighting or complaining as I yanked them down. Though I couldn't see his face, I had the feeling Michael would be smiling at what I was doing. It seemed as if my anger grew more. I unzipped my pants but kept the top button in place. I was already rock hard from watching Tim dominate Michael, I was ready to go. Pulling my cock through the opening, I stroked it a couple times.
I peered at Tim, making sure this was alright with him. Tim licked his lips and was just staring at the thick head of my cock. Quickly, Tim reached out and squeezed the head, causing precum to ooze out of the slit. Wiping at it with his index finger, he brought it up to his mouth and sucked it off. He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan of contentment.
Loving the blissful expression on his face made me forget to ask if it was alright with what I planned to do. Shuffling forward, I pried apart Michael's tiny ass cheeks. I thought about just shoving inside him, but I couldn't. I began to lower myself to wet his hole with Tim gave a growl. Glancing back up, I met his eyes and he gave an angry shake of his head. Raising an eyebrow, I shrugged and rose. Tim scooted even closer, making Michael arch his back even more. Sliding my cock between his cheeks I positioned myself, than began to push.
"Do it." Tim said, his voice soft and silky.
There was a muffled scream from below as I buried myself to the hilt. I thought maybe that would wipe the smug look off Michael's face. To say he was tight was an understatement. But it felt wrong when I compared it to how Tim felt. Feeling like I was cheating, I almost came to my senses and backed out. Tim reached out and placed his palm on my chest. It wasn't good enough. I was still fully clothed. His fingers fumbled with the buttons but seemed to fumble.
"Stay down there." Tim growled down at Michael before releasing his hold.
I don't think Tim heard, but I sure as hell heard a dark chuckle. I ignored it as Tim used both hands and quickly removed my shirt. I surged forward, keeping Michael's face buried in his crotch. His tongue licked my right nipple while he pinched my left. Reaching out, I pulled him in by the back of his neck. our tongue's met as I came to a halt. I was so turned on that I almost forgot what I was doing.
"Harder." Tim told me.
Gripping Michael by the hips, I pounded into him without abandon. My balls were tightening but I didn't want to end it. I pulled all the way out, slapping my cock against his ass cheeks. Tim was staring at it hungrily. There was no getting around it. Tim was gay. The way he looked at my cock just confirmed it. Suddenly I wanted to see his cock. I wanted Tim inside me more than I wanted to pound Michael. But I didn't want Tim to fuck Michael. I didn't want his cock inside Michael's hot body. I didn't know why.
"Timothy." Came Michael's soft voice.
It was startling how kind and easy it sounded. Nothing like what you would imagine from a bad guy.
"What?" came Tim's voice, just as soft.
This startled me more than Michael's silky voice.
"I think Mr. Gallant would like it if you fucked his ass while he fucked me. He wants to feel your cum fill him up. He wants you to pound him as hard as you can. He wants you to call him names. He wants to make you feel good. He wants to feel your cum as he unloads his own in me. He wants you to piss inside him because he's a fucking sicko." Michael's voice was calm and sultry.
"Don't you call him a fucking sicko, mother fucker." Tim growled, his voice harsh and protective.
Tim yanked up harshly on Michael's long hair. Without warning he spat in Michael's face, then slapped him hard across the face. I grunted, my body shook. The look of outrage and superiority I saw him display towards Michael was too much. Biting my lip I slowed down, using all my will power to keep from cumming. I wished I could see the look on Michael's face, but from the look of glee on Tim's, I figured it would be shock. Looking down, I stared at Michael's tiny ass. It was too flat for my taste.
"You know, "said Michael conversationally, "if you wanted once we're at the sanctuary, you could get circumcised if you wanted."
Tim looked more hurt than ever. An uncontrollable rage overcame me. I growled, gripping Michael's hips as hard as I could and pounded into him with all my might. I closed my eyes, not watching to see the hurt in front of me. How dare he. Tim was perfect the way he was. He'd been with guys who've told him they had been treated badly because of the stigma of foreskin. As long as it was clean, it was glorious. Christ…I was gunna cum in him.
I grunted and came. I remembered what Michael said a while ago and waited…and waited. Michael began to lift his head when I let out a sigh of relief. Flooding Michael with piss was satisfying. At this point, Michael began to pull away but Tim kept his head down and I gripped his hips tighter to keep him in place. I let loose, reveling in Michael's obvious discomfort. Finally, I pulled back and watched as my cock left his hole. Yellow fluid streamed out for a few moments before Michael's hole clamped shut, keeping it inside. Wobbly, I staggered to the right and nearly fell on the floor. Tim caught my arm, pulling me toward him.
"Well, that was unexpected." Michael said, wiping his mouth and standing up straight.
"I came in his mouth when I noticed you stopping. Wasn't sure what you were doing but then it was obvious and I blew my load." Tim whispered as Michael smirked down at us.
"Indeed. I must say. Neither experience was as bad as I expected." Michael pulled his pants up.
"You mean…" I said, shocked.
"That you took my….what's the word….cherry?" Michael grinned at me with amusement. "Seems something you've been accustomed to." He finished, smiling at Tim.
"Don't tell anyone." Tim whispered even softer.
"Who am I supposed to tell that would care?" Michael asked, striding over to his desk and opened a drawer.
"Leave him alone, it's still all new to him." I said, realizing my limp cock was poking out threw my zipper. Tim reached over and tucked it back in.
Tim had obviously already put himself away. Carrying two folders, Michael approached us, handing them over. I noticed Tim's name was printed on the folder.
"I thought Tim wouldn't be able to come if I hadn't…"
"Well, I wasn't gunna pass up a chance to have a little fun." Michael said smoothly.
Angry, I looked over at Tim, who had a blank look on his face, "I can come?"
"Can you?" Michael smirked, making Tim blush.
Rolling my eyes, I reached over and gripped his hand.
"That wasn't being clever. It something my Grandmother used to do….grammar mistakes and nonsense like that. You two leave in a week. The others will leave in two." Michael said, walking over to the bedroom door and opening it.
"We're not all going together?" I asked, rising and making my way to the door, Tim still holding my hand.
"There's a few more decisions I have to make on who will join us. But you two are the first two cleared to leave. I suggest you say your goodbyes now as I'm sure the others will be rather jealous and unpleasant." Michael frowned, then closed the door on us.
"We're going…." Tim breathed shakily, gripping my hand tighter.
"Together?" I asked, hoping he understood my deeper meaning.
Tim smiled at me, leaning in and kissing my cheek, "Together."