THE HIGH TABLE

Belgium Vicious

I hear noise in the distance, what is it? It sounds like voices, I also think I hear movement, is it the sound of machines I hear? What machine? Where am I? I'm in a long, dark tunnel, but the noise is keeping me awake, what is it? My brain tries to wake up, to help me understand what's happening, then a fleeting thought comes back to me, a fragment of memory: my man and I biting like mad on an electrical cable, then it's a black hole, I don't remember what happened. I slowly open my eyes, the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights assaulting me as I watch the doctors bustling around me. I see a nurse lean towards me to say something, but I can't understand her. Then, suddenly, my eyes widen. I open my mouth to speak, but only a hoarse breath escapes. My mouth can't express anything, but my eyes betray the fear I have that I killed my soon-to-be husband. The nurse understands my panicked expression and moves closer to speak to me softly, my eardrums damaged by the shock. "Don't worry, Mr. Sullivan, he's alive," she says, pointing to the opposite side of my head. The pain is immense, but I turn my head and see you lying on the bed next to me. I start crying tears of joy to see you're still alive. The nurse tells me they found you on this bed, and I'm on the floor. I stammered "thank you" with all my might to the nurse before falling unconscious again.

Belgium Vicious

The days passed, turning into weeks, as our wounds healed. At first, we were in separate rooms, the nurses regularly checking on each other. A month went by, and we were finally put in the same room. The nurses, having received strict orders to be gentle with you, brought me to you. The electrical devices connected to my body prevented me from moving, as did the nurses, but I was so happy. You see, I'm smiling at you despite the pain as I finally crossed your threshold. The nurses placed our beds side by side before slipping away, knowing that all we wanted was to be alone together.

Dan Freyr

I don’t remember a whole lot about what happened. Last thing I do remember is bitin down on an electrical cord and tryin to figure out where I got a stupid idea like that? Then, it all is just a blur. Weird the things ya dream about when yer at death’s door. Like, I remember me and Luke walkin thru this dense forest…trees all around us and just takin our time walkin along hand in hand, enjoyin each other and the world around us. Then, we stopped as this huge bright light came down and landed right in front of us. It was so beautiful and glowed like the sun. Both of us looked at each other and started walkin toward it. But then, about three feet away, it suddenly took off without us and disappeared and that’s when I heard somebody sayin somethin about “I have a pulse..and his BP is rising. Let’s get him into ICU and get those IV’s started stat!”

Dan Freyr

The weird thing is I couldn’t speak or open my eyes cause when I tried my eyelids hurt like a bitch. Nothin else did though, so I figured that I was alive and on some heavy painkillers or somethin. I could feel my arms and legs and all from head to toe so I wasn’t missin no parts. Then, time passed as I slept and next thing I remember is a doctor leanin over me with a grin on his face as he said, “OK, Mr. Freyr we’ve repaired the damage to your penis and everything seems fine. Just let it rest for a few days and then you can wear your jewelry that we found again. But don’t rush it.” I remember grinnin back like a drunk fool, but that was painkillers I’m sure.

Dan Freyr

Then, I musta slept for how long I dunno, cause when I woke up again and looked over, there was Luke in a bad next to mine, lookin like fuckin hell but then I figured I look just as bad. The nurse came over to check on me and said, “Yes, he’s fine Mr. Freyr. And he was asking about you just a few minutes ago before he went to sleep. Don’t worry, we’re going to leave you two here in the same room, side by side. Mr. Sullivan requested that and we’re happy to comply. Just rest now and we’ll be bringing food up in a few hours.” I thanked her as she left and turned my head to look at my beautiful perfect man…the man who’s stolen my heart, my soon to be husband, Luke Sullivan. I grinned as I thought “Dan Freyr-Sullivan Sullivan. That has a nice ring to it. Oh wait…I already have a ring.” I tried to laugh at my own joke as I looked at the ring on my finger but it hurt too damn much, so I just laid there restin and lookin at my amazin man as I soon drifted back off to sleep.

Belgium Vicious

I slept peacefully, reassured that my husband was okay, knowing that the hospital staff were as efficient as they were human. Then hunger woke me a little. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, but the sounds reached me more clearly, the painkillers making me a bit spaced out. I slowly opened my eyes and turned my face toward you to watch you sleep. Even with your face covered in cream, you were magnificent, so handsome. Then I heard a voice like an angel, a male voice I hadn't heard in a long time. This voice said, "Don't worry, I'll bring them." But who would bring what? And why did that voice sound so familiar? I turn my head and see Dan at our door, holding our meal tray, looking magnificent. I smile slightly because I know what's going on, and I'm glad it's today. I reach out to you, the nurse having moved my bed closer to yours, and I gently stroke your shoulder. "Hey, love, wake up, look who's here!"

Dan Freyr

Layin there havin the most wonderful dream about me and Luke and Daniel out in the woods and all naked in a thick mudhole rasslin and getting nasty and dirty and havin wild mud pig sex when I feel somebody strokin my shoulder. I snuggle into the bed not wantin to wake up, but the dream goes away as I open my eyes slowly and look over at ya and grin. “Hello angel. I was…” Ya tell me look who’s here and I look up and see Daniel there, holdin our meal trays. I get the biggest grin on my face as I try and sit up, but groan as I’m all stiff from layin here too long. “Hey big blond and sexy! Yer an angel too. Food! YAY!” I grin as I laugh but that hurts as Daniel chuckles in that voice we both know so well. I point over at the rollin tables and tell him, “Yer gonna hafta set those down and bring em over. And raise this bed up. I ain’t movin too well right now.” He goes and sets the trays down and rolls them over to us, grabbin the bed controls and raisin the heads of the beds up so we can eat, then leans in and kisses both us gently cause of the burns.

Belgium Vicious

Then Daniel comes back, and you see a priest behind him approaching and greeting us. I turn to you and say, "Dan Freyr-Sullivan, you've made me the happiest man alive by agreeing to marry me. I can't wait any longer. I want you as my husband. I need you like I need the air I breathe." The priest comes over to us, and I hold out my hand for you to take, saying, "There's no grand ceremony, no wonderful banquets, or anything like that which would be appropriate for a wedding, and I swear I'll make it up to you, but I can't wait any longer. I need you too much." You feel my hand tighten its grip on yours, showing you how much I can't live without you, how the thought of you leaving my life would surely kill me.

Dan Freyr

After we eat, Daniel comes back in and I see the priest and grin, “Ummmm…is there an exorcism nobody told me about or somethin” But I think I already know what’s goin on. I take yer hand as the priest comes over. I grin wider even though it still hurts a little…tears wellin up in my eyes. Daniel leans down takin a tissue and wipes my eyes and grins, “He means that, you know.” I nod as I look back at ya. “We don’t need no grand ceremony or banquets or nothin like that, my angel. I’d marry ya anywhere we are…hell, I’d even marry ya bareassed naked with our hard cocks stickin out.” That last part I said just to shock the priest but he just grins at me. “Let’s get this show on the road. Let’s make it legal right NOW!” I smile wider as I squeeze yer hand tight in mine.

Belgium Vicious

Seeing you cry tears of joy brings tears to my eyes, and after wiping yours away, he takes care of mine, seeing two powerful warriors who fear no challenge or pain, crying tears of joy and happiness, a stark contrast to the violence we displayed at our first encounter. When you mention your erect penis, I can't help but glance down at your crotch and say, "Naked, it's your finest attire, my angel." The priest begins his ceremony, and I don't listen to a word he's saying, my gaze fixed on your beautiful eyes, a wide smile on my face that causes me pain, but I'm so swept away by happiness that I don't care about the pain. At one point, Daniel gently shakes my arm and points to the priest. I apologize politely, realizing it was my turn to speak, and the priest continues, "Luke Sullivan, do you take Dan Freyr-Sullivan?" as husband and husband, and promise to remain faithful to him, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him all the days of your life?" I can hardly wait for the end of his speech to answer enthusiastically, "Yes, yes, I do, more than anything in the world," squeezing your hand as if to show me that this moment is real. Then the priest turns to you and says, "Dan Freyr-Sullivan, do you take Luke Sullivan to be your husband and promise to remain faithful to him, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him all the days of your life?" Even though I know your answer, seeing how eager you were to marry me, I can't help but feel a slight fear. You can feel in my hand, which is in yours, that my heart is pounding even harder than before.

Dan Freyr

I don’t even have to think about it for a second as the priest barely finishes before I smile and say, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, a million times YES! I love ya Luke Sullivan. I have from the first moment I saw yer masked face I knew I’d found the love that I been lookin for.” I squeeze yer hand tighter then bring it up to my furry mouth and kiss yer fingers as I keep my eyes locked on yers. I hear snifflin behind me and reach back with my other hand to take Daniel’s hand as well as the priest continues. Though, it don’t really matter if he finishes or not. Legal or not, blessed by a priest or not, I know this is where I belong. This is where fate sent me. This is my one true destiny.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

When you answer me, every word fills my heart with intense happiness, a happiness I can only find with the two of you. I see Daniel crying and you taking his hand; the sight is magnificent, the two men of my life before me. Your kiss makes me so happy; I didn't think such happiness could exist. I look at you gently and say, "I had the same feeling. Even when Daniel sent me photos of you and talked about you, I was under your spell. I thought I’d found a new friend, but I never imagined I'd find someone as beautiful and perfect as you, who so perfectly blends violence and love. I'm so lucky, my darlings." Daniel moves between us, gently resting your arm so you don't hurt yourself. Then he places his hand under ours so the three of us are together, but also to help us bear the weight of our arms, seeing how badly we've injured ourselves. The priest looks at us, smiling, seeing that our love is as strange as it is powerful, and he concludes, "I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss the groom." The priest realizes his mistake, having said the phrase more out of reflex than anything else, but Daniel gently kisses you on the mouth, running his tongue over yours to taste a little of your saliva before coming to me to give me your saliva and his own, making me moan with pleasure. Then I give him my saliva, using my tongue to bring it to his before he comes back to you to kiss you and place my saliva on your tongue. Then he stands up and looks at the priest, saying, "There, the newlyweds have kissed." I can only smile at that moment, thinking that perfection resides in my two husbands, my two loves.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

The priest pronounces us married and Daniel comes in to seal our union with that kiss, but then I kinda lay back lookin a little down. The priest looks at me and says, “You don’t seem happy about something. What is it?” I look over at him and say, “Well…I was kinda hopin that…well maybe…the three of us could kiss each other at the same time. But I guess we can do that some other time.” Daniel raises up and turns to me. “Well, love, if you’re both strong enough to sit up, we can do that now. I just didn’t want you guys to have to move around a lot.” I lock eyes with Luke and we both pull the sheets from our beds and sit up lettin our legs hang off the sides of the beds. I grab Daniel and Luke by the back of the heads and glance at the priest. “Ya might wanna look away for this. It could get messy.” The priest blushes but turns away as I bring our three mouths together for the first time…tongues wrappin around each other, three sets of lips meetin each other as we enjoy our very first three way wet kiss with each other…swappin spit between the three of us and tongue fuckin each other’s mouths like crazy.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

We finally break apart as I say, “NOW, we’re married! And…” I bring a hand up to my head and look a little queasy. “Ooohhhh…I don’t feel so good.” Daniel grabs me and lays me back down on the bed and puts my legs back under the covers as I see ya do the same and lay back down. “Yep, I thought that wasn’t a good idea, but we did it and you’re right my love…NOW the three of us married!” I start to feel better as I lay there and grin at my two wonderful husbands. The priest comes over and shakes our hands and says, “Congratulations you three. I hope you’ll always be together.” The three of us look at each other and say in unison, “Now and forever!” Then, all three of us laugh out loud as the priest looks at us and I tell him, “Inside joke. Don’t worry about it.” He laughs at that then Daniel escorts his out and closes the door and comes back over to us. Waggin a finger at us, he says, “Now, you two be good boys and just lay there and try and stay out of trouble, OK?” I glance at ya then look back at him as we both say, “Yes mother!”  All three of us laugh at that as Daniel says, “OK, I must get to work in a while but I’ll be by to check on you both tomorrow. I love you both so much, my amazing husbands.” He kisses us both and then leaves from the room as I admire the ring on my finger and glance at ya givin ya a wink and big smile.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

When I see you sad, my heart breaks. I feel like I've done something wrong, and I completely understand what you're saying. I wish I could have shared that first kiss too. I see in your eyes that you have the strength to get up, and I will too. For you, I would have all the strength in the world. I take hold of the back of your necks to steady myself and keep from falling forward, trying to help you stay upright as well. I share this divine kiss with you, this kiss I had so longed for. I feel your breath and your warmth. Tears of joy well up in my eyes as we share this intense kiss, our saliva mingling in a sensual union.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

When you're not feeling well, I want to get up and help you, but I see Daniel rush to you, and I know I have nothing to worry about. I lie back down, gazing at you both, absorbed by the perfect sight of my two loves together. I see the priest looking a little surprised by our bursts of laughter, and before he leaves, I take his hand and say, "Thank you, I've been eagerly awaiting this moment." He smiles slightly, happy to see us so fulfilled, and leaves with Daniel, who comes to give us a lecture—and he's quite right, we may have gotten a little carried away, but how could I do otherwise with my wonderful husband? He awakens in me an animalistic, wild, torrid, and sexual impulse. I watch you contemplate the ring, thinking that the sight before me is even more magnificent. I smile back, but this lapse bothers me, it embarrasses me, it irritates me. I call the nurses and ask them to bring our beds closer together, they lower the bar on the side and put the beds next to each other, I turn on my side and reach my hand towards you, caressing your sweet face and bringing my head closer, not caring about the pain, I'm used to it, it's my life and besides I like you so much that I can't help wanting to touch you.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

The nurses come in and get our beds next to each other with no side bar to separate us now. I turn on my side and put a hand behind yer head and lean in and gently kiss yer lips with mine, enjoyin the feelin as our bodies move in closer together. My lips open as do yers and our tongues come out, slippin into each other’s mouths…our eyes locked as our wet tongues explore each other’s homes…lickin and touchin every inch of our mouths, which are locked together, both our mouths fillin with hot spit and we swap it back and forth together repeatedly. I reach down under yer gown and grab onto yer huge cock in my fist, not strokin it but just wantin to hold it. I’m still findin it hard to believe that we’re here and we’re married and forever each other’s.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I feel my own cock start to harden and take one of yer hands and push it under my gown as we kiss, wantin to feel my handsome man’s touch on my dick. There’s no pain anymore now that it’s healed and I’ve been waitin for this for weeks now and I won’t be denied any longer. The kiss becomin more intense and erotic as our hands hold each other’s swollen dicks. I can feel drops of precum seepin from our slits as our bodies are touchin. I cain’t take it anymore as I SUCK yer tongue into my mouth as much as I can then my teeth close around it tight, holdin it in place…feelin the spit drip off its warm surface and swallowin it down eagerly. My free hand comin up as it pulls yer gown off one of yer shoulders and arms so I can work one of yer hard nips as we kiss and hold each other’s hard cocks.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

You take my head and kiss me, and I kiss you back, placing my hand near the bed on your cheek, feeling your warm saliva in my mouth, our tongues caressing each other. I feel so good with you, every second I spend in your company is a moment of joy, and you show me with such desire that you want me that I feel proud and honored. You feel my tongue exploring your mouth, wanting to discover every part of my man's body. Then your hand reaches my already hard penis, I let out a small moan of surprise and pleasure, my man is feeling quite aroused and I want him, I need him, he is my air, my nourishment, my reason for living, I let myself go, feeling good with you and feeling completely safe, I could give you a knife so you could stab me, I know you could do it without ever killing me.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

You don't even have time to think about taking my hand before you feel it encircle your penis, unable to resist the urge to touch my husband's cock. You feel me going slowly, tenderly. Between kisses, I ask, "Am I hurting you? Is it okay?" But your precum tells me everything is fine. I gently caress your glans with my thumb, lubricating it with your precum before feeling my tongue drawn in and held by your teeth. Instinctively, I put my free arm around your head, pressing down and moving my tongue to show you I want you to taste my blood. Then I feel your hand linger on one of my nipples. I go wild with pleasure; my whole body trembles with the happiness my husband brings me, this divine man who said yes. I move my tongue around to make myself bleed because I love it when you drink my blood; there is nothing more erotic and intimate than those moments.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

The two of us completely lost in the moment as we touch and hold and kiss each other. This is what real love is, I know that now. Our hands on our hard cocks workin them slowly…my hand on yer nips workin them and feelin them get hard. That hot wet tongue in my mouth as ya move yer tongue around and I bite down harder, feelin the copper taste of yer blood as I suck it into my mouth and feed ya my hot spit into yers. I know yer givin me this willingly and I wanna give it you as well as I shove my tongue into yer mouth and place two fingers under yer chin pushin it up, givin ya the signal to bite down. Ya do and I moan low as yer teeth cut into my wet tongue, my husband, my beautiful soul mate feastin on my blood. Even though we had plenty of samples in our arena fight and in the common room days ago, this is like the first time we shared our life force without violence and given freely and openly to each other.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Both of satiated for now, we pull our tongues free as I notice that our saliva has somehow closed the cuts in our tongues and we kiss gently. I break the kiss as my hand on yer cock works yer wet cockhead, feelin the precum on it. I let go of it and bring that hand up to my mouth, my eyes locked on yers as I lick and suck yer hot salty precum from my fingers and hand then look ya deeply in yer eyes. “Do ya know…do ya have any idea just how happy and full of joy I am right now, my handsome warrior? I feel like this is a dream that I never ever wanna wake up from. This is sheer perfection, my love. Just. Like. You. Sheer perfection.” I say as I lay my furry face down on yer chest, sighin with complete and utter happiness.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

When you make my tongue bleed, I feel so good. You drink my blood, but gently, tenderly, lovingly. It's not a moment where you steal my blood; I offer it to you willingly. Then I feel your tongue and fingers on my jaw. I smile a little because I think that even without your fingers, I would have done it to you. I know what makes us both want it, and I want to do everything with you. I see you take my precum and lick it. The sight is magnificent. You are magnificent. I feel you getting wet too, and I gently caress your glans, not wanting to hurt you, even though I sense you're no longer in any pain, just an immense cock that makes me dream. Every word you speak is so filled with love that I feel enveloped in a universe of love, my heart swelling with happiness, joy, pride, and honor at the thought of you being my man.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

Once you rest your head on my chest, I put my arm around your shoulder, feeling that I already feel better and that all the love you give me is more effective than any painkiller—or it’s your blood? Your presence? Your voice? No! It's everything, a magnificent whole that gives me the strength to defy death itself and win. I respond softly, guiding my hand to one of your nipples to gently caress it. "You are everything to me, my angel, my warrior, my tender one. I've been the happiest man alive since you said yes. I lived in doubt and anguish, afraid our shared passion stemmed from fighting, but your bloody kiss proved me wrong. I love you so much." With these last words, I hold you tight, as if you were a god I can't let go of without losing my soul. I feel good and a little playful, wanting to show you your husband hasn't lost his little electric shock. I take your head and lay you on your back, sitting on your abs. It hurts, but I don't care; I want you too much. I tear your hospital gown, lifting your buttocks to get a good grip on all the fabric before removing mine, leaving us both naked. Then I gently caress your hairy chest, never taking my eyes off you, afraid that if I look away, I'll wake up alone.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Layin there in such peace and contentment, both sighin together and both laughin at that. We both have so much in common even though we come from such different places. It’s a little spooky just how much we have in common, but that just makes me love ya even more. Ya decide to get a little frisky as ya lay me on my back, sittin on my abs. My hard cock erect now behind ya as I see ya wince and I grab onto yer sides to hold ya steady. “Careful my love, I’m not goin anywhere.” I say softly.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Ya reach down tearin at my hospital gown, strippin me naked then tear yers off as well. Both of us naked now I grin up at ya but with a little sad look on my face. Yer hands caress my hairy tatted chest as ya notice my look and ask, “Angel, what’s wrong? You look sad again. What can I do to make you smile, my love?” My hands come up to yer chest, rubbin yer hard pecs and nips as our eyes lock and I say, “It’s nothin. Really. Just that I’d like to be the one to tear our clothes off us once, babe. I know it sounds silly, but I really get turned on doin that, so we could get to do that next time?” I give ya a half grin as ya look down at me. “Oh my beautiful man, of course. I just can’t seem to get enough to seeing your amazing body that I didn’t think. And yes, next time, I want YOU to be the one to strip us. I want you everything to always be perfect between us because that’s what we both deserve.”

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I smile wider as I move my hands to yer hips and pull ya farther up my chest, that huge cock of yers at my mouth as I suddenly SWALLOW it down my throat, takin all of it down and hearin yer gasp of pleasure and joy as yer husband worships that big dick of yers…yer big balls rubbin against my ginger beard, wantin to give my man as much pleasure as possible and lookin forward to the day that I can claim his ass with my own dick and seal our eternal bond that we’re forgin with each other each and every day.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I see you sad and it breaks my heart, your response is just as sad, it's true that you were the first to draw blood with me and the first victory, but you never tore my clothes off, I reply and add, "I'm sorry my beautiful love, you provoke such an animalistic state in me that I can't help but undress you but..." and then my gaze drifts a little into the void, clearly showing that I'm imagining the scene and I continue, "but it would be magnificent to see, my angel, I promise you that next time, it will be you."

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I feel you pushing me towards your face and I see you take my cock in your mouth completely. I start moaning and panting like a little dog. Normally I'd lift my head because it feels so good, but now I refuse to. I want to see my husband worship my cock the way I worship his mouth, his beautiful red beard on my balls almost making me cry with joy because I feel how much my man wants me. I look at you intently and say in a moan of intense pleasure, "It's good, my love, it's so good, fucking good." I reach behind me and massage your hairy pecs before gently working your nipples, feeling your warm mouth on my cock that feels so good. I see us in the reflection of the hospital window and we are so beautiful, so perfect together. I look at the window because I want to etch this image into my mind forever. Then I look at you again as I gently begin to ejaculate in your mouth, moaning, "I love you babe, you're so good to me, I love you my angel, my perfect husband, I'm so happy with you."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I moan as ya reach back playin with my pecs and nips as I work that huge cock into my throat…my throat closin down on the head suckin it in…my tongue wrappin around yer thick shaft…runnin up and down it…over the thickness…the cum vein…my mouth washin that huge cock with my spit…my hands on yer nips workin em just the way ya like it…suddenly that cock of yer erupts shootin thick ropes of yer sweet wonderful juice down my throat as I keep suckin on it.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I feel ya start to pull out and I let ya get almost all the way out…yer cockhead between my lips as I look up and say, “Oh no…we ain’t done yet lover. That was just round one…or load one…I’m gonna see how many fuckin loads I can get outta them balls before I’m satisfied!” I see yer eyes widen as I don’t wait and PULL that massive cock back in my mouth…SUCKIN it back in deep…the head in my throat as I close my throat around it and PULL it in as deep as I can get it…my mouth refillin with spit as I cover yer thick shaft in it…my mouth a strong VACUUM now as I feel yer big heavy balls against my bear…my mouth LOCKED down around yer cock as my fingers twist and tug on yer nips…my fingernails diggin into them and yer pecs.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I have ya trapped now sittin on top of me with that monster dick of yers caught in my mouth trap and ya already know that I’m not about to let it free from my trap until I’m ready to do so. Yer moans like an orchestral symphony to me as my mouth massages and sucks that cock of yers in every way possible and some that other people might not think is possible as I wanna show this man…this PERFECT man…what it means to be worshipped and admired because this incredible man is my HERO and my husband and my soulmate and SO much more!

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

Once I'm completely drained, I can't pull out because you don't want me to, and I don't protest. I'm far too curious, but you keep your cock in my mouth, telling me you want more. My eyes widen and I say to you, "But... my love... I... stop... my cock is sensitive... I... no... continue..." I look at you with wide eyes, my penis is sensitive but I feel I still have plenty left for my man. Your mouth is a veritable chasm for my penis, you swallow it so well and surround it so perfectly, you're a handcuff for my cock and I love it. I feel your fingers diggin into my nipples and I say to you, "Don't hold back, my angel, make me bleed if that's what you want." I feel so good with you that my heart feels like it's going to explode, feeling you suck me like no one ever has before.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I feel you sucking me in so many ways, making me realize you're a true pro at fucking. I pant like a little dog while you suck me, showing me the adoration you have for my cock. I let you continuing to work your nipples and dig my nails into your flesh. I feel so loved, so cherished. I'm so happy with my husband; no one has ever given me so much love, no one has ever been on the same wavelength as him. And your mouth is so good and magical that I get hard again, letting you know I'm not finished emptying myself in your magnificent mouth. At one point, it's so intense that I start to shout, "I AM..." but I quickly put both hands over my mouth, showing you that I feel ashamed of what I almost said.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Of course I know yer cock is sensitive just after shootin that load…I was countin on that in fact as I got to work on that cock even harder and deeper, feelin it throb and twitch and it feels like it’s growin even bigger than normal as my mouth drowns it in my hot spit. Yer nips now drippin blood down yer chest…my eyes watchin it run down slowly and into yer groin…I swallow that cock down again as the blood reaches my lips at the base of yer cock and I PULL some of it into my mouth as I keep givin my beautiful man so much pleasure. My own cock throbbin and bouncin and leakin precum behind ya in response, but I’m ignorin that for now. All that matter right now is what I’m givin to my man…my love…my husband and that is total and complete pleasure.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

The two of us on top of that bed makin it rock…good thing the wheels are locked I think. I know ya can see the reflection of us in the window behind us and it’s like we have two guys watchin us and us watchin them which just makes me more turned on and horny. Just then, I pull almost all the way off yer big cock, holdin the head between my furry lips…then I slowly close my teeth down around yer cock just under the head against the glans as I SLOWLY suck yer cock back in…my teeth rubbin down yer throbbin shaft…not bitin but rubbin hard…almost draggin them along the shaft as I PULL all ten inches of that dick back into my mouth and pull the head back into my throat, knowin exactly what I might be about to get as the sweat from yer body drips down on my furry face. Just then, I hear ya start to say somethin then yer hands go over yer mouth and I cain’t imagine what ya were about to say as my eyes lock on yers.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I can feel myself bleeding, and I can see it too. Plus, you're swallowing my blood at the same time, and it feels so good. You're so perfect, so magnificent. It's like you know what I want and what I like before I even know it myself. I keep my hands fixed over my mouth, not wanting to say what I want to scream, and yet I want to so badly. I feel a little of your precum land on my back. Feeling that it's flowed out well, I press my hands even harder over my mouth, almost biting my tongue to stop myself from saying it, staring at you, unable to take my eyes off my magnificent, hairy husband, this man who gives me so much joy on earth, the one for whom I even defied death and for whom I would do it again.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I see you watching us and getting even more aroused, thinking that we also have a little perverted side, we who like to be watched. How could we not watch you? You, my perfect husband, the angel of my life, who brings me the happiness I so desperately need. But when I see you put your teeth on my glans and suck me like that, making me feel a pleasure I've never known before, I can't resist anymore. I feel your warm saliva lubricating my penis and your teeth feeling so incredibly good. I start crying tears of joy and I spread my hands, saying, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, my love." And then I spread my arms wide and start screaming, "I AM A GOD, I AM A GOD, MY HUSBAND TAKES CARE OF ME AND I AM A GOD!" I want to feel ashamed of what I said, but I feel so important with you, you take such good care of me that I truly feel like a god, worshipped by another god whom I also worship.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I almost laugh at yer statements that ya yell out in that scream but yer not wrong as to me ya ARE a god and so am I…a GOD suckin a GOD and a GOD bein pleasured by a GOD…my mouth workin yer cock faster and deeper and harder…determined to drain yer huge balls dry of every drop of juice ya have in em.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

My fingers diggin in yer nips…the blood flowin freely now as my hands move and GRIP yer big pecs tight…my cock shootin precum against ya from behind…my throat suckin yer cock head so hard that it forces yer piss slit to open wide like a mouth ready to spew that thick juice of yers and my throat is more than ready for it as I RUB my furry beard HARDER against yer heavy swollen balls.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I pull myself together and grab the side of your pectorals and start digging my nails in to make you bleed, your blood running down your side to land on the bed and I stare at you and say, "WE ARE GODS, YOU AND I ARE GODS MY LOVE, I LOVE YOU, YOU ARE MY GOD, MY OWN GOD."

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I feel the blood flowing from my nipples and I love it. I lean forward slightly so the blood runs down your face, saying, "You're beautiful with my blood on you, my love, so beautiful." Then I fall back, feeling my urethra open under the pressure of your sucking. I stop breathing, the pleasure you give me is so intense. Your soft beard on my balls, which have already come but still crave more, drives me wild. I come profusely in your mouth, drinking my divine juice into your godlike throat. Then my body arches forward, your nails still digging into my flesh as I continue to slash the sides of your chest. I exhale heavily, my hot breath hitting your face, stained with my blood.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I feel ya tear into my hairy nipples as well feelin the blood stream down onto the sheets but I ain’t stoppin as I deep throat that monster dick of yers down farther…I can actually FEEL the head at the openin of my windpipe…suddenly that cock of yers erupts SPRAYIN another thick load of yer HOT man cum down my throat…coatin it…lubin my windpipe as I suck and swallow every drop down that I can get. Our fingers and nails still maulin each other nips as I work to drain yer balls dry but I want more.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I feel yer shootin cock drippin the last of yer load out and I know that yer big balls are drained for now, but I also know a part of that ain’t drained cause we both been drinkin water all damn day with no bathroom break. I let go of yer bloody nips now and bring my fists up behind ya and start sluggin at yer kidneys with em…batterin my fists into em...that cock still buried in my throat…determined to fuckin punch the hot pissload ya have stored in there before I’m willin to release yer cock from my mouth. I keep sluggin and punchin kidneys repeatedly hearin yer howls of pain and pleasure and hopin yer body responds and gives me what it wants.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I feel your glans on my glans, and I can't believe the way you're taking my cock in your mouth. All my sperm drips into your mouth and I'm about to pull out, but you start pounding my lower back with your fists. It hurts, and I try to resist, but I can't, and I give you what you deserve: a long scream of pain. And through that scream, I manage to say, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH DON'T STOP, MY LOVE, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH IT'S COMING, YOU'RE GOING TO GET MY HOT PISS, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH KEEP GOING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

It don’t take long til that huge cock of yers suddenly BLASTS that day long load of piss ya been holdin onto and I greedily suck and swallow every drop of it down…that hot golden nectar flowin down my throat like a fine vintage wine as I work to drain yer bladder dry. My own cock behind ya cain’t hold back, however, as it suddenly starts SPRAYIN my own full bladder load of piss splashin against yer back and down yer ass crack and onto the sheets, soakin em as I finish takin yer hot piss and finally let yer cock go with a silly grin on my face and my eyes lookin up at ya.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

“Oops…sorry my love…I couldn’t hold that back no more…guess I got ya a little wet. What do ya we try and make it to the bathtub and take a long hot shower together. I promise I won’t drop the soap…too many times.” I chuckle at that as I grab yer hands with my mine and thread my fingers into yers as I pull ya down on top of me and kiss yer hot mouth hard deep and passionately.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

As I come inside you, I feel you urinate on me, and I love it, the divine nectar of my god that feels so good. I take your cock and jerk it off while you piss, my eyes unable to leave your gaze, then once you've finished pissing I caress your hairy belly covered in urine before bringing my hand to my mouth and licking your piss greedily, showing you how much I love everything about you and I say in a voice full of love "don't apologize my angel, it was so good to smell, too bad it wasn't on my face."

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I take your fingers and lie down on top of you, being careful with your penis, showing you that I might be being a little too cautious. I press my bloodied chest against yours, covered in blood and piss, and say, with a hint of sadness in my voice and eyes, "One day, I'll be the one dropping the soap, my angel." Then I kiss you with a mad, passionate love, feeling my piss and urine in your mouth and your piss on our bodies. I get hard again, this moment is so perfect, with my perfect husband. Then I sit up a little and say, "Come, my angel, let's go wash up." I gently lie down on the bed and help you up, wanting to be a little too protective.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I kiss ya as ya lay down and I hear yer words and grin, “Soon my angel…very soon, I promise. The taste of yer piss and cum in my mouth as we kiss hard and deep. Ya sit up and then we both help each other outta the bed, stumblin a little but that’s cause of the piss drippin from the sheets onto the floor. “Gonna need to get the maid in here to clean that up,” I joke as we walk together out the door and head to the large shower down the hall.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

We enter the shower room…a large glass enclosure with more than enough room for us. I switch the water jets on and aim em down so they hit our bodies just right then take yer hand and pull ya in under the water with me, feelin the hot water hit our skin and we both sigh in pleasure as it washes away the sweat and cum and piss…our bodies clean for the first time in weeks. Them sponge baths are ok for most people, but nothin beats a long hot shower, specially with yer hot perfect husband in yer arms.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I grab the large bottle of liquid soap and squeeze out two big handfuls…one in yers and one in mine then set it down as we move in close rubbin the soap into our bodies from head to toes, gettin us both lathered up in the sweet smellin soap. The hot water cascadin over us as we take our time with the shower, cleanin every inch of both our bodies, another chance for us to explore and examine every bit of muscled bodies.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

The steam building in the shower all around us as the soap gets washed away and I take yer jaw in my fingers gently, my eyes lookin deep into yers. “I love you, Luke Sullivan. Yer the man of my dreams and the man I never thought I’d find. I will also treasure you and worship ya forever and a day. Remember my love? Now and forever? Them ain’t just words. I meant it when I said em the first time and I still do, my perfect angel.” I kiss yer lips gently but passionately as the hot water cascades down over both our bodies.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I feel so good, so happy, I can't find the words, I feel like I'm in heaven. You take such good care of me, and I let you pull me into the shower and lather up with a generous amount of shower gel to wash and massage your body at the same time, relaxing every aching muscle of your poor body that has such an effect on me. I take this opportunity to run my fingers all over you like I never have before, wanting to know every inch of your perfect body by heart. My hands are soft and tender, filled with love with every touch. You are my perfect husband and I must honor you as you deserve, and you deserve so much.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

For the first time in a long time, I finally feel clean, and it's not a nurse washing me, it's my husband. He does it so well, with so much love, that I truly feel like the happiest man alive. I see you take my jaw in your hands so we can look at each other, and I hear your sweet words, but I can't resist. So much happiness, so much kindness, so much beauty, so much of everything makes me give in, and I start to cry, tears streaming down my face. Moved by your beautiful words, I reply in a voice thick with tears, "I love you too, Dan Freyr-Sullivan Sullivan, my tender husband, my mighty fighter, my wonderful spouse. I am so happy with you. When you are here, I feel like the most important person in the world, and I want you to know that I would do anything for you. You are the most important person in the world too. I will always be there for you. My love will be infinite and will never waver. I love you with all my being. Every molecule of my being screams the love I have for you and will always have for you." Then I let myself kiss you, letting you feel through the vibrations in our kiss that I am still crying, overwhelmed by so much joy and ecstasy.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I hold ya tight against as we kiss, feelin yer big muscular body shake as ya sob into my mouth…the salty tears runnin down yer handsome face and I’m not far behind ya as this is really the very first time we’ve had together where we weren’t in beds or surrounded by doctors and nurses that we got the chance to speak so openly and honestly with each other. All I can is hold ya tight against me and kiss ya deeply, lettin my kiss prove my love to ya as well as my arms holdin yer incredible body next to mine. This is the life that I’ve always dreamed of. To have the perfect man who loves me without reservation and without expectations. This is true love, perfect and wonderful is every way I can imagine.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I finally break the kiss gently as I reach over and turn the water jets off. “Stand right there my love,” I grin as I grab two large bath towels and start dryin yer incredible muscular body off from head to toes and front to back. Then I hang that wet towel up as you do the same for me, wipin the last drops of water off me. Both of our muscled body feelin so much better after a long hot amazin shower together, our first together in fact. So many firsts that I know we’re gonna lose count of them and that don’t matter. All that does matter is that we’re together always and forever.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I take yer hand as we walk outta the shower room together and back down the hall naked toward our shared room. I stop at a closet next to our room and pull out fresh hospital shirts and pants for us and take a moment to dress my husband in the blue material, admirin how even in these ya look so amazin and hot. Ya take my fresh shirt and pants and help me dress as well as we clasp hands again and walk back to our room together. I have ya sit in one of the chairs as I busy myself strippin down our joined beds of the soiled linens and get fresh ones and quickly get the beds made up clean and fresh for us. I come back over to ya and pull ya to yer feet and take yer hands and lock my eyes on ya. “I know I probably say this too much, my angel, but thank you…thank ya for lovin me, for believin in me, for trustin me, for becomin my husband, for all the thousands of little things, I want ya to know how I treasure and love all of em, cause I love and treasure you, my perfect wonderful man.” I kiss ya again as we stand there.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I feel so good in this moment, my man and I in the shower, in a moment of pure sweetness and beauty. I don't move when you tell me to stay there, and I watch you take the towels and dry me, giving me the honor and privilege of drying your perfect body. You, my husband, fill me with so much joy and happiness that I feel like my heart is going to burst. As I dry you, I think back to all our firsts: you were the first to draw blood, the first to love drinking my blood, the first person I fought with in a hospital, the first person I bit into an electrical cord with, and you're the first in my heart. Once you're dry, I take your face in my hands and say, "Thank you, my love. Believe me, we'll never forget these moments. I could see from your eyes that you had a slight doubt, but these moments between you and me are crystallized in our memories, and they will be until the end of our days." Then I kiss you tenderly, as if to prove my point.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I leave the bathroom with you and take the opportunity to caress you while you dress me and I dress you, but you see that I carefully avoid your penis, as if I’m afraid of hurting you because of what I’ve done in the past. You sit me down on the chair and I wonder what you're going to do, what naughty little game you have in mind, but instead you go to change the bed. I don't have time to realize the horror of the situation before you come back to me, showering me with compliments, but my shame is immense. I should have participated; I should have gotten up and helped you change the sheets. You are my perfect husband, my spouse whom I adore, you are not one of my employees. Why didn't I do anything? I return your kiss, but you can see from my face that I feel guilty, and I reply softly, "Stop, my angel, don't say that. I'm the lucky one to have you. You are so beautiful, so perfect, so magnificent. I can never thank Daniel enough for introducing us. You have turned my life upside down. You have brought so much joy and tenderness, violence, and love. I could never thank you enough for all the good you bring me. You are the perfect divine being, my angel of ecstasy, my blood warrior. I love everything about you and everything in you. I want our moments to never end. I love you so much that I could lose my mind."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I pull ya up outta the chair hearin yer words and grin at the endin part. Then I say, “Well you’ve have some THING in me for sure” I grin as I glance down quick then back up. “And as far as losin yer mind, well I’m sure there’s gonna be some guys that will think that when they find out we’re married, but ya know what? Fuck em. If they cain’t understand what we have, what we found, with each other then it’s just too damn bad for them, right?” I take yer hands in mine and kiss yer lips again, then walk with ya hand in hand over to the window and we watch the sun settin over the horizon without needin to say anythin. Everything we need to say we say with the  two hands we have clasped together.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

As the last rays of the sun disappear, I turn to ya and say, “Guess we oughta get into our bed now. We don’t Daniel comin in tomorrow and givin us shit for not layin down and restin.” I see the grin on yer face as we move to the sides of the bed and climb in, layin side by side, holdin hands again. I kiss the hand I’m holdin and look into yer incredible eyes and see the love, the passion and even the twinkle of the guy who knows just how to make me laugh when I need it. I lean In and kiss ya again, this time deeper and more passionate, lettin our tongues do the talkin and enjoyin just bein together. I finally break the kiss and lay my head on yer muscled chest and my hand on yer stomach. I start chucklin to myself and ya ask me what’s funny. I reply, “Oh nothin I was just wonderin what Otter is gonna think about all this…us…getting married…havin a new stepdad.” I feel ya breathe in deep as ya ask, “What? Who is Otter? And what do you mean, new stepdad?” I realize that I never mentioned him cause of everythin we been thru as I sit up and turn to ya with a grin.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

“Well, y’see…” I start, “he ain’t really my son son. He’s more of a young guy I kinda adopted unofficially, His real dad is a real worthless piece of garbage and won’t let the kid live his own life. So, I kinda took him in and became sorta a surrogate dad I guess ya might say. The kid is kinda…sorts…odd in some ways. But he’s a good guy. And I’m doin my best to help along tho there’s days when I wonder what the hell I got myself into.” I stop for a moment as I see the look on yer face. “Sorry, I din’t get the chance to tell ya about him before, but we really ain’t had much time for that, babe. Is that gonna be a problem?” I say as I look deep in yer eyes and at yer face, waitin for yer reply.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I feel so good with you, so happy, our hands clasped, just you and me watching the sunset. I smile and laugh a little because it's true, Daniel is a real doting dad to us, but sometimes that's what we need. We lie down and kiss, we hug and admire each other. I couldn't have dreamed of a more perfect, sexier man. Then I hear you talking about Otter, explaining his situation. It's true that our passionate, unbridled passion is preventing us from talking, and I'm surprised, especially knowing this story with that poor boy. I feel embarrassed and troubled, but it's not your revelation that shocks me. On the contrary, knowing that you are a source of love and comfort for this boy makes me realize that you truly have a beautiful soul. I look at you gently and say, "No, my love, it doesn't bother me in the slightest, quite the opposite. You're a wonderful father to this boy, I'm sure of it, but you have to fight all alone against years spent with a real bastard of a father." I gently stroke your shoulder, continuing, "You tell me he's strange in many ways, what do you mean by that, my angel? And believe me, whatever you say won't change the love I have for you. Besides, you shouldn't have to go through this alone. As his stepfather, I'll do what's necessary for him, for you, for us." And then I kiss you tenderly, caressing your tongue with mine, feeling myself overflowing with infinite love because the more I learn about my husband, the more I love him. Then I pull my face back, looking a little ashamed, and say, "I shouldn't be angry with you because I also forgot to tell you about someone..."

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I raise my head to look you straight in the eyes and say, "This is about my biological son, Jeremy. Actually, I have two sons, Jeremy and Janaï. Janaï is kind and has a good job in one of my companies, but it's different with Jeremy. He's not a bad person, he has a good heart, but one day he ran away to take refuge with his alcoholic uncle. I even heard that he called him 'Dad,' but his uncle mysteriously disappeared, and Jeremy came back home. But ever since he's been here, he refuses to wash. He's always dirty and smells horribly. He's a real arrogant jerk who never stops provoking me." I lower my head again, ashamed of what I'm about to say, "and the worst part is that it attracts me and I'm afraid to go through with it... no, that's not true, I've already gone through with it several times. When we fight, his musky, stinking smell excites me, and his violence too, so most of the time it ends in a frenzied fuck. I've already fucked him and he's already fucked me. I'm ashamed to say it, but I like this feeling, defying this taboo, knowing that what I'm doing is dirty and disgusting, it excites me even more." Despite my weak and ashamed voice, you can see that I have a raging hard-on under my hospital clothes. Then I realize that perhaps I was a little too honest all at once; maybe I should have been more gentle, but if we're going to share our lives, I can't have any secrets from you. I lift my head to look at you, tears of fear and shame welling in my eyes, and I say in a voice on the verge of tears, "I'm sorry, my angel. I haven't even told you about him, and what I just told you probably doesn't reassure you about the kind of father I am." I lower my head again. "I would understand if you were disgusted and wanted a divorce."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I listen to ya talk about yer two sons and smile and nod. Yer one son Janaï sounds like a fine man, but it’s yer son Jeremy that catches my attention as ya tell me about his habits and his attitude and the things you and he have done. As ya finish, I cain’t hold it back as I laugh out loud and I see the look on yer face wonderin what’s so funny. I collect myself and look ya in the eyes and take yer chin. “Lemme tell ya somethin mister. Ain’t nothin that could ever make me wanna divorce ya. We’re in this together, remember? Now and forever, my perfect man. And the reason I was laughin is that Jeremy sounds a lot like Otter. Only difference is that Otter don’t act up like Jeremy does. Sure, me and Otter have fucked and played and if I’m readin ya right, I got a feelin we’re just about to find out somethin else about each other that we din’t know before. But yeah, I gotta feelin Otter and Jeremy are gonna get along like…well…two pigs in a mudhole, if ya know what I mean.” I lean in and kiss ya again as my hand moves down to yer crotch.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I grin as I feel yer hard huge cock in yer hospital gown and break the kiss. “And if sounds like to me we both might be the perfect dads for both of ‘em. We could raise ‘em both together and I bet that Otter might just influence Jeremy enough so Jeremy ain’t the arrogant asshole that ya say he is. I mean, Otter knows his place and he always respects me and does what I tell him, most of the time. Maybe I could see what I can do to help yer son become more like Otter.” My hand on yer cock under yer gown, I grin and say, “Maybe all Jeremy needs is somebody to beat the fuck out of him without givin a fuck how bad he gets beat up. I mean, it don’t sound like to me that ya can bring yerself to do that and ya know me, I sure don’t mind brawlin and beatin up guys when I think they need it.” I look ya In the eye as I say, “I know you and Otter are gonna get along just fine, but if I hafta beat the fuck outta Jeremy to get his respect, that’s what I’ll do. I mean, if he’s gonna be a part of our family, he better learn about respect and learn his place. Cause it sounds like to me that yer either not able to or yer too scared to teach him what respect  for yer elders means.” That last statement has a sharp, hard defiant edge to it and I gotta feelin yer gonna pick up on it.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

When you start laughing, I feel relieved, and your words comfort me so much. I needed to hear it, and I heard it, word for word, exactly what I wanted, as if you had read my mind. After your laugh, I kiss you gently, gazing into your perfect eyes as you talk about Jeremy.” Even though I know you're right, I find your words a bit harsh, and it excites me. You can feel my already hard cock throbbing under your hand when you call Jeremy an arrogant asshole, but you seem to put Otter on a pedestal while you drag Jeremy through the mud. And strangely enough, it excites me more than it annoys me, even though I'm starting to feel your constant belittling of my biological son. Plus, you dare to claim I'm not strict enough with him and that I don't dare hit him properly. I know you're right. I've often given him the opportunity to dominate me because I'm afraid to hit him. He's my son, and it affects me, and yet I want to too, and I know you would be the ideal solution. Besides, when you talk about hitting him, you can feel my cock vibrate at your words, as if every sound is connected to my pleasure zone. And yet you put him down even more by always putting Otter on his pedestal. A pedestal, as if he were perfect.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

That last remark hit me like a slap in the face, making me wince with rage. I try to control myself and reply in a voice that betrays a mixture of annoyance, sexual desire, and provocation: "You seem to be putting Otter on some fucking pedestal when that piece of trash isn't even your son. Okay, you picked up a piece of trash from the gutter and made something more or less acceptable out of it, but don't go thinking he's any better than Jeremy." As I say this, I massage your hairy abs while staring intently into your eyes to add, "And you really think you could teach him what respect is? You can't even respect him, and in my opinion, he'd be the one to kill you." You feel me move my hand up to your magnificent hairy pecs and I grab a tuft of hair, squeezing without pulling it out, replying, "Jeremy will make you his whore like I can make Otter mine, that little pig will also know where he belongs because you seem far too nice to him."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

And as always, he don’t disappoint me as I do my best not to grin at yer replies about Jeremy and Otter. Ya latch onto my chest hair as I grab yer cock thru the sheets and yer gown, squeezin it harder than normal. My free hand latches onto yer left nipple and twists it harder than I need to, Both of us getting defensive about our boys. I shoot back, “The only whore I see is the one I got by the LITTLE dick and the nipple, bitch. I bet ya really love it when Jeremy kicks yer SLOPPY LOOSE ass and fucks it. I’m surprised he ain’t fallen in after fuckin it so many times with his BIGGER dick! Maybe I’ll just have Jeremy and Otter double fuck ya with their dicks and their fists and they can jack off their dicks with their hands WHILE they’re inside yer wide-ass hole! Ya’d like that wouldn’t ya Mr. Rich Guy?” I hurl a mouthful of spit in yer face as I say these last words and let go of yer cock and nipple, jumpin outta the bed and landin on my bare feet on the cold floor, my fists raised. “C’mon, cocksucker! Ya been wantin another shot at me ever since ya tried to kill me with that damned live wire in the common room! Come and get you some, ya back alley street whore fucker!” I growl at ya, my eyes narrowed waitin to see if ya take the bait.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I wince when you squeeze my cock and nipple, but that grimace of pain also hides immense pleasure. I love it when you're arrogant and you insult me. Even with your hand squeezing my cock, you can feel that your words are having an effect on me, especially imagining Jeremy and Otter with their hands up my ass, and even more so when you spit in my face. When you let go of me and get out of bed, I angrily reply, "My LITTLE dick really ripped your insides out last time, you dirty dog, and I'm letting Jeremy win because he had a rough time. It's not like you with Otter, that little darling is way too nice to hurt his stepfather. At least mine has character, he's not a wimp like yours." But your story about the electrical cord is driving me crazy, crazy with desire, rage, and pleasure. I get out of bed, furious, knocking over the device that's at the foot of the bed, and stand in front of you, saying, "I'll remind you, you piece of shit, that it was you who insisted on biting that electrical cord, and you can thank me for ripping the PA off your micropenis first, otherwise you would have been in real pain." I raise my fists in front of you, ready to fight.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Ya no sooner jump outta bed knockin over that device than I LUNGE in, firin off a fast hard and mean left right left combo at yer face, strikin yer right eye, yer nose then yer left cheek. I don’t back down one bit as my right knee comes flyin and RAMMIN square into yer crotch drivin UP into yer dick and balls as hard I can. I ROAR with rage as I grab yer throat in my hands and squeeze, SHOVIN ya back across the room til yer back hits the large window behind ya, bangin against the glass.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Growlin and spittin in yer face, I snarl, “Oh, I remember ya faggot! I think ya actually ENJOYED seein my PA get ripped out and my dick damaged! That way, ya thought yer SLOPPY FLABBY ass would be safe from me wantin to fuck it! Well, don’t worry bitch, I don’t wanna fuck yer ass cause I don’t wanna FALL IN!” I hold yer throat tighter in my grip as I start BANGIN the back of yer head against the glass over and over as a small crack forms in it.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I get spat on again as I hear you growl, and I love it when you're like this and when you grab my head and bang it against the window. I feel like I'm in heaven. I've wanted this fight for a long time. Our children were the perfect excuse, and I'm happy. I hear the glass cracking slightly, and I love it, but there's no way I'm going to let myself be insulted like that, especially about my firm ass, which many men love to admire. When the glass cracks, I know it's time to act. I grab your hand that's holding my head and spin around, slamming your back against the wall before giving you a violent elbow to the stomach to make you let go. Then I bring my right forearm across your throat, raising it high, while I punch you repeatedly in the stomach, saying, "Well, since my soft, flabby ass, which looks like a gaping hole, doesn't suit you, you'll never have the right to fuck me. Understand, you little loser?"

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

My mind wanders for a minute as I suddenly picture the two of us goin thru the window behind ya and fallin to our deaths and can already see the headline. “TWO MEN FALL FROM SMASHED WINDOW DURING DEADLY HOSPITAL FIGHT.” I realize too late that I need to stop lettin my mind wander like that cause we’ve both been lookin for an excuse to fight again deep down, be know this ain’t about our boys. We’re doin this cause we just love to fight each other.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I grab yer throat and head again to slam it back into the glass just as ya grab my left hand off yer throat and spin us around, SLAMMIN my back into the wall, crackin the wallboard. Flashes of that happenin in the comment room and what happened after that go flyin thru my head as I gasp and snarl, “OH NO YA DON’T FUCKER! NOT AGAIN!” That vicious elbow SLAMS into my stomach. I GROAN out from that and double over. I swing my left fist up and around aimed at yer side. But it never makes contact as yer forearm SLAMS across my throat makin the air blast outta me and crankin my head up and back as yer left fist SLUGS and STABS hard knuckle shots into my gut, bringin moans of pain outta my mouth and drivin more air outta me.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I gotta slow this down somehow, cause if not, this is gonna end before we even get started good. Reachin up, I GRAB at the neck of yer hospital gown and YANK it hard…RIPPIN it open down to just above yer crotch, yer muscled chest and abs comin into full view. I drop to one knee gaspin and pantin and fire my right forearm up between yer legs, NAILIN yer big low hanger and cock as hard as I can to try and slow ya down before things get outta hand.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

There he is, he's done it, he's finally done it, my husband has ripped my clothes off. You see a huge, proud smile spread across my face, then you fall to your knees, but I know you can take much more than that and that you're planning something nasty. And indeed, you raise your forearm and slam it into my crotch, feeling my penis and balls throb against me. I fall to my knees and look at you, both angry and happy, and moan a soft, "Thank you, my love." Then I grab you by the throat and pull us both up before turning to push you towards the middle of the room. I advance towards you in a boxing stance and grab your blouse with one hand while delivering an uppercut to your stomach with the other, forcing you back and undressing you in turn, wanting to take advantage of your magnificent body. Then I present my stomach for you to punch, and you comply without hesitation. We begin exchanging blows to each other's bodies, wanting to get each other aroused before moving on to the face. Seeing that neither of us is bleeding, I decide not to hit you too hard. When my husband draws the first blood, I love it.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

That forearm brings ya down to yer knees and I see yer gown laying on the floor as I growl at ya, “Don’t worry fucker. I’m sure we find ya another DRESS to wear for yer next fuckin formal event.” I almost half grin as I hear “thank you, my love” but I act as if I din’t hear it. Ya grab me by my throat and pull us both up on our feet. I fire off another mean left to yer right eye as hard as I can, rockin yer head back. Ya move back and bring yer fists up then grab my gown and in moments, it’s on the floor as well. Both of us bareassed just the way we both like it as we start sluggin and punchin at each other, knockin over tables and the couple chairs as the bed gets shoved sideways. Our bare feet squeakin across the tile floor as we fight. Our bodies showin some bruising but we ain’t gonna stop there and we both know it. Both of us know what we want and as much as I would love first blood on my husband, I think its more fair that we get first blood on each other at the same time. Our hard cock BANGIN against each other as I GRAB onto yer shoulder and whisper low as if there’s anybody else there but us, “First blood…together love” I SHOVE ya back and fire off a hard right knuckle punch aimed at yer nose and I see yer already sendin a shot at me as well…another first for us comin up quickly!

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I'm so happy in this moment. Every moment I spend with you feels so perfect, whether it's tender or rough. You're the ideal partner, and I love knocking over chairs, tables, and other things with you. We give in to a restrained savagery, barely leaving anything standing. Then you grab me by the shoulder and you say "first blood... together my love" and I feel so proud, so honored by your gift, I can hear my nose crack when you hit me and I hear the same thing when I hit your nose, I want to be in sync with my man, to bleed at the same time but the punches are random, we won't be sure who will bleed first and an idea crosses my mind. After my punch, I gently stop you from hitting me again and say, "first blood together," and then I give you a huge headbutt with my nose on yours, causing a terrible noise as our bones break and we both start pissing blood from our noses. I raise my head and see your nose is shattered while you see mine is shattered. This sight of your blood drives me crazy like a bull in the arena, so I quickly put one hand in front of your chest and the other behind your neck, sweeping your legs to make you fall on your back while my hand protects your head. Then I quickly get into a 69 position with you, my nose above your mouth, and I swallow your nose to suck the flowing blood, caressing your face with our blood while I eagerly suck on your blood-filled nose.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

We experienced somethin not even I’m had happen before and that’s two first bloods back to back to back as our first nose shots don’t get us the result we’re after and we SLAM our fists in again and the sound of bone crackin and blood pourin out is the result. I ain’t sure who probably shot more precum when that happened but all that matters is that we both busted each other’s noses up perfectly. Ya lay us down as gently as possible and I already know where we’re headed as we BOTH grab onto each other’s noses with our mouths and SUCK the blood out of em as the red juice just gushes and gushes out into our mouths and down our throats! But we both know we’re just getting started here.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I kinda guess when we’re both done feastin on our blood as I grab onto ya rollin ya off onto our knees. Both pantin and gaspin…our eyes locked but with the playful glint we both get when we’re havin this much fun together. Our sweaty faces and chests dotted with our blood as I reach out and stand up, grabbin yer head and shovin it into my right side, wrappin my bicep around yer head and growl, “We’re takin this out in the hall, dickless!” I grab the door to our room and yank it open so hard it comes off its hinges and SMASHES to the floor hard. I drag us out into the hallway and spy the nurse’s station there and don’t wait and PULL ya by yer head sluggin yer forehead with my free fist then as we get to the station, I raise yer head up and SLAMMMMMM it down onto the top of the desk there, sendin papers and shit flyin everywhere and bustin yer forehead open. I leave ya there holdin onto the desk as I spy a couple empty meal trays and grab one of em and raise it up then SLAMMMMMMM it down over yer shaved head breakin the cheap plastic in two. I let em drop to the floor as I move back, breathin hard with a grin on my face that says I’m havin fun as I wait to see what ya do next.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

When you drag me down the hall, calling me an idiot, I reply, "Let's go, you bastard," even though I don't have a choice. But I happily go along with it; these are our games, and I love them. I see the door come loose and fall to the floor. My man is truly powerful and aroused; I can feel it. You stop, looking at the nurses' station, before landing a punch on my head, which stuns me a little more and amuses me. Our fights are a way of proving our mutual love. You drag me and smash my head on the desk, blood spreading onto files while the rest of the desk falls from the floor under the force of your blow, seeing my blood flowing quite well when you go to get a meal tray, I could raise my foot and hit you but I want to endure this, I want you to smash it on my head and you do it with strength and love, I remain standing holding my head with a big smile. I quickly grab your head and give you a huge headbutt on your eyebrow to really smash it open and make blood everywhere, then I grab your beard and forcefully pull you towards a pillar to smash your head against it before placing your head between my legs and lifting your torso off the ground, sitting you on my shoulders, I stay like that for a few seconds, making you feel your head touching the ceiling, then I drop you on your back onto the nurses' dining table and quickly go get the remaining meal tray, coming back towards you to smash your head with the tray which explodes in two, but I keep the pieces in my hands and bring them down on the side of your head, making you feel that the poor quality plastic does not hurt as much as my fists.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

That tray smashes in two on yer bloody skull and I comment, “cheap plastic” and drop the pieces. Just then ya headbutt my eyebrow splittin it open as blood streams down in that eye, blindin me for a second. My beard gets grabbed (no doubt about it, I gotta shave this fucker off!) and ya SLAMMMMM my head into the pillar hard the wood crackin and splinterin…a deep gash openin on my temple streamin down my face. Stunned and dazed by that, my face now a crimson mask but yers no where near that yet. I gotta fix that but I don’t get a chance as ya wrap yer arms around me and LIFT me up fast…my bloody skull SMASHIN into the overhead ceiling tiles crackin em and breakin em…the pieces rainin  down from the ceilin on our naked bodies. My eyes are glassy by now as ya turn and WHAMMMMMMMMMM…I get slammed down on that dinin table and its collapses under my weight as I CRASH to the floor groggy and in trouble. I’m tryin to recover and get back up as I turn and try to get up, but yer not havin it as ya come over with another food tray and SMASH it down over my head, snappin it in two then ya take the two pieces and SLAM into the sides of my head. The plastic may not hurt as much as yer fists but the plastic hurts bad enough as a gash opens on my other temple. My legs give up and my body goes down…my head slidin out from between the smashes halves of the tray as I collapse to the floor in a bloody mess, heavin and gaspin and pantin and barely movin.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I see you bloodied and lying on the ground. I want to tell myself that maybe I went a little too far, but I know my man; he's resilient, and that beautiful scarlet mask covering that perfect face and that beard I adore drives me wild. I sit on your stomach, my legs on either side so as not to crush you, then I lean towards you and gently take your head in both hands while I lovingly collect the divine nectar flowing from your wounds, sucking your beard to extract the blood and saliva. I begin to gently rub my body against yours, my "flabby and soft" ass, as you call it, rubbing against your hard cock. I can't hurt you anymore for the moment; I'm too thirsty—thirsty for your sweat, your blood, your love, your hate. When I've licked you thoroughly like a thirsty puppy, I look at you gently and say, "And this is who wants to educate Jeremy?" You understand that my remark is intended to be provocative but also filled with concern for your condition.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I open my eyes and see ya on top of me and for a moment, I wonder if this fight over as ya lick me and rub against me, but then I hear yer words and that wakes me up as I moan out under ya. Just then, I fire a hard right fist straight up into yer jaw followed by a mean left to yer side that digs into yer ribs, tryin to knock ya off me so I can get back up cause I ain’t done yet and I know yer not either. I know what that comment was for and it was just what I needed. My man always knows just what I need and that’s the reason I love him so much. I see my shots din’t knock ya off me as I reach up and grab yer throat with both hands and squeeze growlin, “Imma educate YOU in a minute fucker!” Ya see the fire in my eyes and know I’m alright as I sit up and twist hard pushin ya off me and keepin my hands tight on yer throat.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I knew this provocation would get him going again. We've only known each other for a short time, yet we understand each other so well. Perhaps we were married in a past life? I don't have time to answer your question before you land a powerful right hook that makes my head snap back slightly and I spit out a tooth in a long stream of blood and saliva, like a comet about to crash into the leg of the sofa. Then your other punch crushes my ribs and forces me to double over slightly, but I'm lucky you don't have more momentum than that. I want to laugh at this moment when you try to struggle in vain, but you grab me by the throat and pull yourself upright while I do the same to avoid ending up beneath you, even though I know it's coming soon, the flame of desire and anger filling your eyes, your magnificent eyes. I am both captivated and fascinated by what I see, and when you push me, my back hits the wall so hard that a small crack forms, and you see the conical lampshade of the lightbulb that was attached to the wall fall on my head, clamping my head onto the top of the shade, which begins to burn my face.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Still with a tight grip on yer throat, ya grab my hands with yers tryin to force em off but I’m driven now as ya see the anger mixed with desire. I SLAM yer back into the wall crackin it and makin that lampshade come loose and fall on top of yer head…still connected as the hot bulb starts to burn yer head and face. That grin on yer face lets me know yer lovin this, but I’m just getting started. My own face still bloody and both our bodies naked…our cocks bangin at each other, I let go of yer throat and RIP that light off the wall pullin ya away from the wires. We don’t need a repeat of the common room happenin again.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I drive a knee up into yer balls to stun ya for a moment as I pull the bulb outta the fixture cause I got another idea for this shade. Tossin the bulb down, it shatters on the floor as I turn back to ya and wrap my left arm around yer head pullin it into my side. The metal shade in my right hand, I CRUSH the thin metal flat then I start rakin the sharp edge back and forth along yer forehead and one eyebrow, openin ya up til yer bleedin as bad as me. Throwin the crushed metal shade down, I take a moment myself to SINK my teeth into yer forehead, lickin and suckin at the blood oozin out as I feel ya struggle and push against me…or are ya pullin me in tighter to ya  as I feast on the red coppery juice comin out.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I love these moments when we prove our mutual love. I have a funny hat and a beautiful smile, but that doesn't diminish your desire to destroy me. And when my cock rubs against yours, I can't help but moan, remembering that I've never had him inside me, and after what he said, there's no way he's fucking me; he'll be my bottom. I take your knee without being able to protest, so happy to suffer again, but I also want to show you that I'm a real fighter. I want to get up, but I see you grab the lampshade and smash it on the floor before choking me from behind, cutting my forehead. I've been waiting for this with great anticipation; there's nothing more exciting than my husband drinking my blood after he's ripped it from his hands. My face turns as scarlet as yours, revealing a red mask of hair as you lick my blood profusely. I mustn't let you do this, so I try to pull your head back, but I love it, so I pull it closer. But it hurts; I have to move you away, but I dream of this moment. I have to hold you close. All this information is so strange and pleasurable to my brain, but I know I don't want you to let go. You bite my forehead, and that's what drives me crazy. You don't just lick; you go for the source. I moan loudly with rage and pleasure, but I'm unable to move until you've had your fill. You see me hard as a rock, my blood running down my face and chest before staining the base of my penis.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I get my fill of yer HOT red juice and let go of yer forehead when I get another idea. Keepin yer head trapped at my side, I turn and ee the wooden supply closet there next to the broken desk and suddenly RUN with ya trapped and SMASHHHHHHHH yer head into the door, wood splinterin and explodin as I send her head and upper body into the closet, knockin stuff of the shelves and knockin the shelves down as well. I pull away from ya and kick yer legs open…yer big nuts hangin there and I SLAM my toes into yer sack hard as I growl, “That’ll be the first lesson for that punk Jeremy! How to take a ball kick and like it!” I taunt ya then move back.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Outta the corner of my eye, I spot the big potted plant nearby sittin between two chairs and I go over and grab it liftin it up and come back over to ya still inside the closet. I YANK the plant outta the pot and turn it upside down and DUMP the entire contents of the dirt down on yer head and body like I’m a dog tryin to cover up where he just took a shit. Throwin the plastic pot down, I turn back to ya and come over grabbin my big uncut dick and I unload a hard thick stream of piss into the dirt coverin yer body, turnin the dusty dirt into a wet pile of mud. I piss hard startin at yer crotch and movin up to yer head. “Looks like we might be in for some rain, huh?” I sneer down at ya.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

But I ain’t done yet as I move toward ya and sit my bare hairy ass down on yer dirt covered body and start mashin and smearin it into yer mouth and shovin it into yer mouth. “Yeah, fucker, eat that fuckin dirt, ya pig! Ya love that, don’t ya? Yeah, I know ya do, ya hot brutal sexy cocksucker!” I yell at ya as I watch ya cough and choke and gag on the muddy dirt I’m tryin to force down yer throat.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

My man revels in my blood, I love it so much, I'm sure that even if someone else did it to me, I wouldn't be as excited, my blood is like the engine that fuels his strength and I want my husband to be as strong as possible then I see us running and I see the closet door growing larger before my eyes, I don't have time to protest before the door explodes under the impact of the neck making me bleed a little more from the top of my head while my man lifts me, inhabited by the force of my blood to smash my back against the closet, letting me fall on my ass, stunned but your toes on my testicles wake me up and I scream in pain as I watch you insult me, I can only respond by moaning "son of a bitch, I'm going to fuck you up."

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I see you move away, and that's what I need to catch my breath, the pressure on my balls gone, but I'm still a little dazed. When I see you pick up the potted plant, I want to get up, but I groan and realize I'm still too weak. Or maybe I want to endure what he's about to do to me? With him, I never know, I'm so crazy about my husband. When you empty the contents of the pot onto my head I look up at you and I yell "DON'T EVEN DARE YOU YOU ASSHOLE, I SWEAR YOU WOULD TMMGMGGGGNNGGHNG" while I'm yelling at you I see the earth falling on me and into my mouth. When you throw the pot away, I take the opportunity to spit out the excess dirt I have in my mouth, then I see you pull out your enormous cock, you piss on me as you come back up and I can't stop insulting you, saying "start, you dare piss on your husband? You think you're a dog marking its territory? I'm going to fuck you up, you little whore, slut, asshole, you ghghghghghghghghl!" When you reach my face, I'm still yelling at you and I feel your urine, that divine warm nectar, coming into my mouth, forming a muddy paste with the dirt I still had there while I continue to insult you as you piss in my mouth. You don't understand my words, but you see in my eyes that my hatred and my love for you are blazing.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

Your naked body against mine has a hypnotic effect on me. Despite the hatred I feel for you, I'm as hard as a rock because that's what I am right now, a filthy little pig, and I like it. You smear the mud on me and force me to swallow it while you insult me. I feel like throwing up, but I hold it in. I start thinking, strangely enough, "Don't throw up, Luke, it's not mealtime yet." Then, when you have your hand firmly over my mouth, with my hand near your arm that is subjecting me to the muddy indignities, I grab your wrist and begin to sink my teeth between your thumb and forefinger to bite that soft part and tear at your flesh, making you bleed and scream in pain, while my other hand grabs a clod of earth and forces it into your mouth. I spit out the rest of the muddy paste you made me swallow, never letting go of your hand from my jaw. You are the dog who wanted to hide his stupidity, I am the dog who will devour his stupidity, but you feel that I bite just enough to make you bleed and drink your blood, soiled by your piss and the earth, without actually hurting you or tearing off a piece of your flesh. Then I grab your neck with the hand that made you eat your own mixture before getting up, I see a drinks fridge on the opposite wall, I release your hand and grab your head with both hands before running towards it to smash your head but at the last moment I stop and lift you up saying "you thought I was really going to do it?" holding the back of your head to violently open the door of the drinks fridge and shatter the glass with your skull without letting go of your neck, thus preventing you from falling.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Even with ya covered in dirt and me forcin ya to suck down that grainy wet muck I peed in, I already know yer plannin somethin and sure enough, suddenly I YELL out as ya BITE down on the side of my hand and gnaw and suck. “OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW…LEGGO MY HAND YA FUCKIN…OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!” I caint make ya let go and I’m just about to start sluggin yer head when ya raise up and yank me to my feet and move us away from the damaged closet. The mud and dirt fallin off both of us as ya grab my neck and march us over to that drinks fridge. I get a look at it and wonder who stocks beer in a hospital drinks fridge? I ain’t got time to think about that as I’m about have my skull shoved into the glass but suddenly ya stop and lift me up and don’t do it. I sigh in relief as that woulda really hurt, but then ya get THAT LOOK in yer eyes and suddenly ya SLAMMMMMMMMMMMM my head right into the glass, shatterin the front of it as ya drive my skull into it, openin a coupla gashes in the top of my skull.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I stop to drop but ya hang onto my head and neck keepin me from droppin. My head throbs from them two new cuts in my head and my vision clouds up for a moment, but otherwise I’m OK. I try and twist outta yer grip and start to send an elbow back into yer lower gut, then get an idea. Instead, I grab one of the canned beers that’s warm. I’m guessin the fridge is broken but that don’t matter as I take the canned beer in my fist and twist into ya then SLUG yer gut hard drivin the canned beer in with my punch. The thin aluminum EXPLODES sendin beer all over the two of us! I feel yer hand loosen and I twist loose then grab one of the bottled beers and swing it up then DOWN over yer skull! The glass explodes showerin ya in broken glass and beer from head to tie as I drop the bottle to the floor and move away from ya. I grab the plant I ripped outta that pot earlier and come up behind ya and suddenly RAM the stalk of the plant IN yer ass as I growl, “oh look, I got a new plant holder!” Then, I move back laughin at my own joke as I see that plant stalk stickin outta yer ass like ya have a tail now.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I see you bleeding again, and I can't help but admire the spectacle, knowing I hit you just the right amount. Even though you seem dazed, I know you haven't said your last word. I know you too well, and I knew I was right when you grabbed a beer can and punched me with it, shattering the thin metallic coating. A sharp edge tears through my abs, drawing a little blood. I bend over and release you, looking at you and calling you a "bitch," before you hit me with a beer bottle so violently I spin around and fall, shoulders to the ground, ass in the air, sideways to the side, my body covered in beer. Strangely, as you walk away, I think, "We took a shower for nothing." But that thought is quickly interrupted when you come back with the ficus (without the pot). I say to you in an excited, weak, and angry voice, "You wouldn't dare?" And you dare as you shove the ficus's stem up my ass, tearing those fragile roots in my anus, which has seen a lot, but a ficus is a first. My husband is so cruel, so imaginative, so violent, so inventive, so handsome. I'm so happy, and I want this little game to continue. You hear me squeal like a pig when you've finished putting the ficus in me, you stepping back and laughing at your joke. I start laughing, but it's a sadistic laugh that shows you we've reached another level of play, and I intend to take full advantage of it.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I glance at you sideways and say, "Oink oink oink," making a piggish noise to make you laugh even more, before spinning around and using the ficus I have up my ass to pull your legs out, knocking you onto your back. I feel the impact of the ficus making me release a fair amount of precum. Then I put the ficus over your chest and say, "I'm no good at gardening, won't you help me? With your ugly mug, I'm sure you grow plants like a pro." And then I slam the ficus down on your chest several times before crushing it until it breaks, leaving part of the branch inside my rectum. I quickly grab the branch and, moaning and screaming, pull it out of my anus, letting out a huge sigh of relief. Then I turn to you, bloody drool on my lip, and say with a sadistic grin, "You're going to regret that ficus thing." Then I sit on your pecs, crushing your face with the branch I have, putting the end that came out of my ass towards your nose, saying "come on, breathe, breathe the good air from your husband's ass, you little slut, you like it and I know it." Then I hit you on the head with the ficus to stun you a little before throwing it away. I quickly grab a shard of glass lying on the ground and put it under your throat, saying "you asked for this, don't forget it" with a cruel and sadistic look, and then I simply cut off a tuft of your beard filled with saliva, blood and dirt before swallowing it and kissing you with it, my blood mixing with the remains, while I hold your wrists with my hands and lie on top of you, spreading your legs and putting a knee on your testicles which I crush to the ground while saying to you, my mouth full of hair, saliva, piss, blood and dirt "you're right, you need someone who isn't afraid to hurt the balls... like this" and then I give you a small, violent knee to the balls before crushing them again, some beers having fallen on the floor because of the impact.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Now you’d think that we hated one another based on everythin we been doin to each other, but to use, this is just how we roll and play. We both love it rough and mean and brutal and wild and the more we get to know one another, we know just how perfect we are for each other. As I stand there laughin at yer predicament wonderin what’s comin next, ya show as I suddenly fall on my ass to the floor as ya pull my legs out from under me. Then, my new husband starts his attack, breakin that ficus stalk on my chest then pullin the stump outta his hole and shovin it in my face. Sittin on my pecs, ya SLAM that branch down on my face, openin new cuts and add to the ones already there. I can smell the scent of yer ass on that branch and damned if that don’t make my uncut dick throb that much harder.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Ya tell me Imma regret doin that with the ficus and I shoot back, “Don’t ya know I never regret…” But I don’t get to finish as ya grab that glass shard and slice off a tuft of my beard, stuffin it in yer mouth as ya growl and curse at me. The dirt and blood and spit sprayin into my mouth as ya kiss me then suddenly that knee of yers DIGS into my balls makin me HOWL into yer mouth…then another as our fight has knocked more beers from the broken fridge and shattered on the floor, makin a large puddle of beer and dirt and blood all around us and under us. I know I better fight back if I’m gonna make happen what I wanna make happen a reality.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I grab yer shoulders and SHOVE ya up, breakin the kiss then I TWIST as hard as I can knockin ya off me on yer side, spittin out dirt from my mouth and tryin to ignore the pain in my balls as I roll away from ya and get to my feet. I look down the side hallway and I see the sign. “Operating Room…Do Not Enter When Red Light Is On.” My mind starts racin wonderin what they might have in there and the more I think about the more I grin as I keep an eye on ya tryin to get up and slippin and slidin on the wet floor. I gotta find some way to get ya in there so we can continue this brawl that we’re both obviously enjoyin judgin by how fuckin hard our dicks are.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

It's true that I love to hear you suffer, but feeling your suffering with the vibrations of your scream in my mouth is so good. I know you love it as much as I do, my beautiful, perfect love, my powerful and cruel warrior. And cruel you are when you separate our mouths; that separation is even more cruel than your twisting of the arm that makes me fall to the ground, cutting my skin with shards of beer bottle. I lift my head towards you and I see you looking at the operating room and I see a gleam in your eyes like when you saw the electrical cable, I wonder what you're thinking and I want to beat the shit out of you, I don't really know why anymore, I just know that we have to beat the shit out of you, since my man wants to go into that room, we're going to go, I firmly plant a foot on the ground, not caring about the broken glass, and I stand up, grabbing you by the throat, sharing the same look as you, I squeeze your throat, saying "we've broken enough things here, let's go have fun somewhere else" then I pin you against the wall, holding you firmly with my hand on your throat while I deliver 3 punches to your stomach, you feel that my blows are moderate, I want to hurt you but I don't want to injure you too much, it's just a kind of pretext to go have fun together somewhere else. And then I run with you headfirst towards the metal door while my other hand grabs you by the small of your back.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

As soon as we get close to the door, I don't stop running, but instead I lift your head and position myself between you and the door, taking the impact for you and smiling like a child playing outside on a summer's day. You see that the door doesn't move. I tell you, "Here, you have to press a button on the wall to open it," then I crack my back a little. The pain excited me, but I didn't want to stop; I'd already done that with the drinks fridge door. I say, "Excuse me, my love," then I gently go to press the button, stepping you back a little and saying, "Careful, my darling, the door is opening towards you." You hear that I'm being so gentle and tender with you, the way only your husband knows how, and before pressing the button, I say, "I think your imagination is going to run wild with everything that's in there." Then I press and you see the door open towards you with a fully equipped room, I see your eyes light up like a child's at Christmas so I take the opportunity to position myself behind you and push you into the room by giving you a big kick with the flat of my foot on your buttocks and then moving forward before the doors close.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

We both go chargin toward the door but ya suddenly stop and my body SLAMS into yers makin us both grunt, but then ya remind me that the doors operate by the button and that they open out. I smirk and comment, “This is why yer the brains and I’m the brawn, sexy.” Ya go over and press the button and the doors start to open out and my eyes do light up seein all the shiny, gleamin objects in there. I’m already thinkin of things to use in there and we both know whey ain’t gonna stay clean for long. I turn to grab ya and pull ya into me to grab a quick kiss, but ya get behind me and that big bare foot of yers kicks me in the  ass as I GRUNT out and go stumblin into the room, grabbin onto the big table in the center to keep from fallin. The doors close toward us as I turn to face ya. A smirk on my face, I growl, “Wanna play doctor and nurse, fucker? ME as the doctor and YOU as the nurse. Ya’d look so darn cute with that little white starched cap on yer bald head.” Teasin ya with a wink as we stand there bareassed and in a room that’s just beggin for us to use it.

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I spy somethin over on one of the counters and grab em. Turnin around, ya see me pullin on a pair of surgical gloves that I let SNAP against my wrists as I grin at ya with that smirk ya know so well. “C’mere nurse. Lemme give ya a FULL rectal exam…with all FIVE fingers at one time!” I start toward ya with both my hands gloved and toss ya a pair as well, hopin my husband gets the hint. Gloves…fight…gloves…fight. I move to the center of the room and bring my blue gloved fists up waitin to see what ya do and if ya get my message. My hard uncut dick stickin out hard and drippin. As I wait, I take a moment to notice the different portable tables and trays with all kinds of surgical instruments on ‘em and I got a feelin we’re gonna be usin a lot of em. The huge light over the center of the room shinin bright down on both of us.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I watch you get up and put on surgical gloves, tossing me a pair. I put them on while you're punching like an MMA fighter. I stand in the center of the room facing you. You see me chuckle and ask why I'm laughing despite the situation. I reply tenderly, "I've never fought in an operating room before. There are so many firsts with you." And then, to really kick off the fight, I throw two quick punches at your abs, feeling the latex of my gloves hit your magnificent hairy stomach. Then I wrap my arms around your waist to squeeze and lift you off the ground, not locking your arms but squeezing your ribs tightly.

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The abs shots hit fast and hard, makin me GRUNT from those. As ya wrap yer arms around my waist and squeeze and lift me off the ground my fists FIRE into yer ribs hard at the same time and I rock my  head forward SLAMMIN my forehead SQUARE into yer nose as hard as I can as I grab onto yer shoulders and we stumble backward into the big operatin table behind you. With its locked feet, I see yer back hit it hard…yer hard cock between my legs and under my big low hangers as I CLOSE my muscled hairy legs around yer cock, TRAPPIN it there and flexin my legs and growlin, “NOW what are ya gonna do big man? I got that fuck stick trapped tight now and it ain’t goin nowhere!” My own uncut meat GRINDIN against yer body as I start firin left and right shots at yer face.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I knew very well that you were going to hit me while I was lifting you off the ground and I liked it, my nose breaks again and a long spray of blood smears your face as you push me onto the operating table, my back hitting the metal table. I feel you tighten your grip between my magnificent hairy legs, making me feel your hard muscles against my veiny, enormous cock. You tease me with a groan, asking what I want to do. I moan with pleasure, looking straight into your eyes as my right hand caresses your face. I reply, "Given the location, I'm going to examine you, my love." Then I push your head back slightly while, with my other hand, I grab the operating table's swivel lamp and slam your head against it. Before I grab you and pull your torso onto the table, your head and legs hanging off on either side, I quickly sit on you. I take a speculum in one hand, rubbing your buttocks with the other, and say, "Think of warm things because it's going to be very cold." I gently place the speculum at the entrance of your hole.

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Yer nose spewin blood again as I flex my legs tight around yer cock, trappin it there. I grin as ya moan at that. I hear ya tell me yer gonna examine me as my face shots bounce off yer head as ya suddenly SHOVE my head back and SLAM the overhead light into my head, reopenin the cuts from earlier as I YELL out. The blood streams down into my eyes blindin me as ya get free and pull my body onto the table and plant yer bare ass on my chest, holdin me down. My arms and legs hangin off either side. Before I know what’s happenin, I feel somethin cold and metallic pressin at my hairy hole and have no clue what it is. Dazed as I try and blink the blood outta my eyes then MOAN as I feel the cold metal against my hole and gasp, “what…the…fuckkk…is…thattttt?”

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I see you flailing about while I hear the blood trickling from your forehead, and I reply, "That's to thank you for putting a ficus tree up my anus." I place the cold metal of the speculum at the entrance of your hole and say, "I bet this is what you want, what you desire." I massage one of your hairy buttocks, spreading it apart, while I play with the speculum on your hole.

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That cold metal makin my whole body shiver as ya spread my hairy butt open…the speculum at my hole. I gasp out “fffuuucckkkk…that’s…so…cold…and so…hottttt…at the…same…time…but…ya…wouldn’t…d…d…dare…” But, then I feel ya would as yer big hand massages my butt and that just make my tight hole pucker and flex. I ain’t sure if I oughta let this happen, but I also wanna let it happen too just to see what I feels like, so I decide to taunt ya. “Ya lousy mutha fucker…don’t ya shove that bitch up my hole…the only thing that goes in there is yer mouth and yer dick, ya bastard…don’t ya DARE shove that in my hole!” Good thing he cain’t see the grin on my face as I hope ya get my meanin when I say don’t that I really mean DO IT.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I see you shiver with pleasure, and your hairy ass, which I'm massaging with one hand, excites me terribly. I hear your insults and provocations, and I know exactly what they mean. Your mouth says no, but your heart says yes. I smile even if you don't see it, and I say to you menacingly, "Shut your mouth, bitch, I'm going to put it in, and there's much worse going in your hole." I take some ultrasound gel and put it on the speculum before spreading your buttocks wide and saying, "Open wide, I'm coming," with a little amused laugh before slowly inserting the speculum into your hole. I let it close for now; I just slowly insert this cold metal into your hole while my warm hand beside it makes you feel a strange contrast. Then, once the speculum is fully inserted, I say, "Shall we make the duck talk?"

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I GASP out as ya slide that cold metal speculum in my hole ALL the way, tellin me there’s much worse goin in my hole! I’m in no position to argue as my whole body shakes and shivers as the cold runs thru me like…well…COLD! Then, ya yell out that yer comin and I hafta work hard not to burst out laughin. I mean this IS a fight or its supposed to be. Then, I feel yer HAND goin in with the speculum and I growl, “YOU FUCKIN PERVERTED SLEAZEBAG ASSHOLE! GET YER HAND THAT FUCKER OUTTA MY HOLE BEFORE I MAKE YA REGRET IT!”  I feel yer hand goin in deeper and I cain’t resist as I suddenly gasp out, “QUACK…QUACK…QUACK…YER…YER…DESPICABLE!” Imitatin Daffy Duck and hopin ya know who that is and don’t start laughin.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I hear you imitate Daffy Duck, and I suppress the urge to laugh and reply, "Come on, ducky, don't be so grumpy." Then I pull the speculum aside to open your hole wide, I tilt my head and breathe deeply the scent emanating from your ass while I moan with pleasure with each breath, and I say, "Mmmmmm, your hole smells so good, and I bet it's so soft." I gently insert two fingers into the speculum and caress the inside of your hole softly, making you feel every pleasurable touch. I moan deeply and say again, "That's not an ass you have, it's a cock garage. You, the neighborhood whore, must have been fucked so much that I'm amazed you still feel anything."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I feel them two fingers go in and rub the inside my hole makin me MOAN out gaspin with lust at yer touch. Yer words flowin over me like silk. Yer cock garage comment almost makes me laugh, but then I get what yer sayin and glance over seein the empty metal tray on the roll away table. I grab it and suddenly SWING it around and SLAM into yer skull…once…twice…three times…the metal CLANGIN against yer head as I let it drop to the floor! I feel yer fingers pull outta my ass and I reach back and PULL that cold speculum outta my hole, growlin, “I might be the neighborhood whore, but at least I ain’t the back alley street trash cocksucker that you are!” I roll over on the table and see ya staggerin after that attack and use the speculum to JAB it into yer gut hard then slide off the table onto my feet, my fists raised up.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I love having you beneath me, and that beautiful, open hole excites me terribly. While I'm caressing the inside of your anus, I can't help but put my nose over it to smell the scent coming from your hole, but when I stand up, I see a metal plate near my face that hits me three times. The first time, I release my fingers and try to hold on, wanting to absorb the impact and enjoying the pain my husband inflicts on me. The third time, I slide sideways and fall on my back before getting up and facing you, my head still reeling. I hear you calling me a whore, and I love it. Our taunts are love notes, and you can see I get incredibly hard when I see you. Even when you hit my stomach with the speculum to make me back away, I get even harder. I see you with your fists raised, the speculum in your hand, and I imagine horrible things you could do to me with it. You hear me moan with pleasure as my gaze falls on the object, then I quickly shake my head before coming to and delivering two punches to your jaw, but you see that even though my blows are not lacking in force, they lack precision, your blow to the head having stunned me while the smashed metal tray is on the floor.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

The speculum still in my hand as I see ya shake yer head tryin to clear it. I raise the speculum up in the air intent of bringin the metal down to yer skull. As I swing it down, ya fire off those two punches to my jaw, one of which I dodge but then other hits not with precision but with force as yer knuckles RIP a cut in my jaw and lower lip, makin blood spurt out from it. The speculum comes down but only grazes yer skull as it falls to the floor with a loud clatter. I ignore the cuts as I charge in and RAM my shoulder to yer chest, drivin ya back and SLAMMIN yer back and the back of yer head hard into the equipment cabinets behind ya. One of the doors flies open next to yer head and I catch sight of just what I need.

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Grabbin the small white rectangular envelope, I rip it open and yes! A nice new scalpel! Just the thing to show my husband how much I love him I think. I don’t waste no time as I bring the sharp end of the scalpel up and slice it across yer left pec, just over yer nip and grin as the blood oozes out. Well, one is nice but more is better I reckon as I wrap an arm around yer head pullin it into my side tight, then bring that scalpel up and down across one eyebrow then down yer left cheek, addin some more “character” to the man I married.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I toss the bloody scalpel away after I lick the blood from the blade and savor the taste. Still holdin yer head in my arm tight, I CHARGE across the room then let go of yer head and SWING ya around, sendin ya head first into the glass in front of the observation/viewin area that doctors use sometimes to watch operations. I step back with a self-satisfied grin as the plate glass SHATTERS into a million pieces from the impact. “Oh, that’s gonna cost a pretty fuckin penny to replace and what a waste of good glass too, huh, my bloody husband?” I sneer with a snicker in my voice.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I can't seem to strike hard enough, and your blow that sends me sprawling against the wardrobe shows me you still have plenty of strength. I groan in pain as I watch you take the scalpel out of its envelope, and a wide smile breaks into my eyes. My husband has never made me bleed like this. When you cut my nipple, I'm torn between pain and pleasure, but when you hold my head under your arm and start slashing, I feel nothing but pleasure and love. Each stroke of the scalpel makes my sex throb in a strange way. I struggle and moan, but I love it, and my husband loves blood. I don't even have time to recover from this divine torture you're inflicting on me before I see the observation room window approaching rapidly, before my massive body shatters the glass, causing me to fall torso-first, blood flowing from my face onto the observation room table.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

It hurts but I love it, my husband has no limits and it excites me so much, and your mocking of my rich side annoys and excites me at the same time. Suddenly I start screaming, grabbing the keyboard, turning around and smashing it against the side of your face, making you fall on your back. The keys shatter against the side of your head as the keyboard breaks in two. I drop it, thinking to myself, "Bullshit piece of equipment." Then I quickly straddle you, trapping your arms between my legs and your body, and grab one of the pieces of glass that might have fallen outside. Before looking at you, the blood from my face running down your chest, I say, "But I love you too." Then I cut below your left nipple, then make a second laceration just below it before letting go and slashing your pectoral muscles, carefully avoiding your nipples. I laugh and say, "You'll have to redo your tattoos, my love."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Watchin ya as ya go thru the glass and fall onto the table inside the observation area. Well, this ain’t time to lay around and I come after ya and grab onto ya to pull ya back into the operatin room. Just then, ya spin and SLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM that keyboard against the side of my face, gashin that temple open DEEP as blood spurts out of it…the keys and board shatterin in yer hands. I stumble back and drop on my back, stunned and in pain and in agony but also in intense pleasure. Before I can move, ya straddle me trappin my arms against my sides as ya sit on my naked chest. Ya grab one of the piece of plate glass and I look up at ya with what most people would think is a look of anger and terror, but for us, it’s all part of what he love as I growl, “MUTHA FUCKER…DON’T EVEN FUCKIN THINK ABOUT IT! PUT THAT GLASS DOWN BEFORE…” Ya bring that glass down below my left nipple bringin a HOWL of pain and ecstasy outta me, then another cut below it slashin my pec deep…the blood eruptin out tauntin me about having my tats redone.

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Howlin in agony and intense pleasure as well, both of us bloody and bruised and in the back of my mind, I already know we’re gonna catch holy hell from Daniel and our doctors but we done gone too far to stop now. I start RAMMIN my bare knees into yer back over and over, pumpin em hard and mean into yer lower and middle to cause pain but also cause I got somethin in mine. My knee strikes force yer body up toward me and I grin as I see that big 10 inch cock of yers gettin closer and as it does, I open my mouth and take it in then suddenly BITE down on yer shaft just below the swollen head of it…GRINDIN my teeth into it as I growl at ya and knowin that ya know I ain’t lettin go no time soon!

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

Your insults amuse me as I tear at your chest, and your blood excites me so much, but I want you, I want everything from you, just as I want to give you everything. You start kneeing me in the back, it hurts, and I stop cutting you, wanting to feel the pain. I moan in agony, arching every muscle in my back, showing you the magnificent sight of your man's body glistening with sweat, which mixes with the blood from my multiple cuts as every muscle tenses to withstand the impact of your blows. Then I see my cock approaching your mouth, and I start to smile. My husband wants to suck me, and I understand him. This situation is so exciting, so intoxicating. I look at you and say, "Suck me, you little whore, on your Master's cock. It's all a bitch like you deserves."

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

Your mouth opens and you gently swallow my cock, I moan and relax a little but I feel your teeth around my glans already swollen with ecstasy which makes me release precum into your blood-covered mouth and for a second I find myself paralyzed by pain and pleasure, like an idiot I bring my legs towards your head to turn onto my back, crushing the shards of glass to squeeze your throat between my legs and cross my legs while I try to resist the pain that this ferocious animal gives me. I start squeezing you, saying between moans of pain, "Let go of my glans, let go of my glans or I'll crush your neck." To emphasize my point, I squeeze your neck even harder, but you start biting me even more, and I begin to turn my head from side to side, moaning, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." I slightly loosen my grip, but I feel you're not letting go an inch. I have no choice but to make you scream. I quickly grab a piece of glass while my moans become even more piercing from the pain, then I cut the top of your head from one end of your ear to the other. Even though the pain is excruciating, I can't help but think of Daniel, who will be yelling at us tomorrow, and I won't even mention the medical and maintenance staff. I shake my head to chase away this strange thought as I finish slashing the top of your skull, making you bleed onto my cock which you have taken in your jaw like an animal in heat.

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It’s evident I ain’t lettin go of yer cock and the way I’m bitin it, ya know ya gotta do whatever it takes to get to let it go. Ya roll over on yer back into the glass and it cuts into yer broad back, openin new cuts and crunchin under ya. I keep GNAWIN and BITIN at yer cock harder…my hands come up and I STAB my fingernails into yer big pecs bringin more yells of pain and pleasure outta ya. We’ve gone into the lowest form of wild male animal…both determined to hurt and main each other as much as can  without killin each other, but both so wrapped up in what we’re doin that it’s possible we might not survive this.

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Yer legs loosen and I let go of yer pecs and start to let yer cock go, but ya suddenly grab another piece of glass and SLICE my head open from one ear to the other…a TORRENT of blood SPURTIN out in the air as I let go of yer cock and SCREAM in agony…the cut so deep ya can see bone in places. I yell and howl as I grab at my head and roll away from ya…my dick still hard as fuck and the mix of pain and torture and pleasure is almost too much to take as I end up close to the operatin room doors…a long red trail of blood on the floor from where yer layin to where I’m at now!

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I see you release my penis and roll on the floor, I want to get up but I am unable to, not because of the pain on my penis which shows me that my man made me bleed from the penis but because I am a thirsty animal, I get down on all fours looking at the long trail you made on the floor, I groan a kind of strange noise which must have been words and I start licking the long trail of blood that you spilled, cutting my tongue with the pieces of glass, I lick a part without glass but the blood which escapes from the cuts on my tongue adds to the one I did not lick before coming towards you groaning like an animal and seeing the wound I made you.

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And then suddenly I gently take your head in my hands, without hurting you, and I start whimpering like a little dog sad for having done something wrong. I lie down on top of you, my legs on either side of your hips, leaving your arms free while I lick your blood, still whimpering like a guilty little dog, my hard, aching cock glistening with blood on your magnificent abs while my buttocks caress your 9” hard thick cock.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Layin there against the operatin room doors, I cain’t tell what’s pain and what’s pleasure now as I’m overwhelmed by the amount of abuse and torture we’ve put each other through. I hear ya comin toward me and for what must be the first time ever, I get this feelin that I might not make it this time. This just might be the end of me…the intense throbbin pain in my head so bad that I almost feel like Imma throw up, but I don’t. All I know is that I’m losin a lotta blood here and this ain’t the way I wanted to go and I just hafta trust in my husband and whatever gods there are that I pull through as I lay there with blood poolin around my head. I barely see ya thru my eyes as ya crawl to me and take my head in yer hands and start whimperin and I instantly feel the love comin thru from ya as I manage to rasp out…”stich…stic…stitches.ba…a….babe…quick…quick..ly…”

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I see I hurt you more than I thought I would. Luckily, I'm not panicking so much anymore. Your ripped-out piercing taught me a lesson. I simply reply, "Yes, my angel," and mechanically straighten up as if my brain has activated another part of my mind. I go to an undamaged cabinet, looking for something to help you. I come back with clean towels, stand next to you, and gently lift your head so it's higher than your heart. I softly place the towel on your head, saying, "Don't worry, my love. Jeremy may be an arrogant jerk, but he did well during his nursing year, especially with cuts and other injuries, and he taught me how to treat them." I'm gentle and tender with you, checking that the bleeding has stopped. I see it's a nasty wound and I tell you, "I'll take care of it." I take the bottle of chlorhexidine antiseptic and apply it to a clean handkerchief before wiping around the top of your head to make sure it's all over. Then I put it down and take a needle and thread and gently begin to stitch your wound, making you think I've been doing it all my life, the movement is so fine, precise, and delicate, as if the gods themselves were guiding my hand, wanting you to stay with me forever. Once the wound is closed, still without worrying or panicking, I take a bandage and gently apply it to your head, saying, "Now we're definitely dead, Daniel's going to kill us." And I burst out laughing, knowing you're out of danger.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Now, don’t ask me why I din’t hesitate for a moment to let my husband take care of me. I just knew that even as much as love to fight and brawl rough brutal and nasty that if it came to a point where we had to stop for a bit and help the other, I knew I could count on him. And, once again, he came to my rescue, quickly getting everythin he needed to take care of me, cleanin me up…stitchin that long wound up closed as good as any surgeon could’ve then bandaging it like he’d been doin that all his life. I felt the pain and throbbin goin down as I looked up into the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. The face of my husband lookin down at me, bloodied and bruised for sure, but soon as our eyes locked, we both just knew that we were meant to be together. Now as well as forever. I hear yer comment about Daniel and I can’t stop myself from giggling at that, even though it makes my head throb as ya hold my head in yer lap.

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My eyes clear and I’m breathin better as I look up and smile at ya. “Th…thanks…babe. That’s much…better. But maybe we’ve done enough fightin for the time bein. I don’t really know who won this and that don’t really matter. All that matters to me is that yer here and I’m here and we have our whole lives ahead of us. That’s a win in my book any day, my angel. And I got a surprise for ya anyway, my love. Ya been wantin me to take yer ass and I’m ready. And I just thought of a hot sexy way to do it too.” I take some more deep breaths then say, “Get us outta here and back to the main hallway. Then, call up the elevator to our floor and stop it so it stays there. That’s where I wanna take yer ass for the first time. In the elevator stopped at our floor and I wanna ride yer ass hard and rough and mean til we both blow huge loads of man juice all over each other and all over that damned elevator.” I grin up at ya and give a wink. “So, whaddya say, my sexy luchador brutal sexy husband? Ya game for that?”

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

We laugh heartily, thinking of Daniel. My gaze for you is filled with love; there’s no more desire for feigned hatred or cruelty. We’ve hurt each other enough, and we’ve both shed quite a bit of blood. When you tell me you're ready, I immediately understand what you mean. I start crying tears of joy at those words. My man is going to fuck me, violently, savagely. I've dreamed of this for so long, and yet we haven't known each other for years. But I dream of it. I know he doesn't have any piercings, but we'll quickly remedy that. And when you tell me you want to fuck me savagely, I have confirmation. This idea of ​​an elevator excites me terribly. I look at you with love, desire, and tears in my eyes as I reply, "Thank you, thank you, my beautiful love. You're giving me such a wonderful wedding gift. You're going to honor me with your divine cock. Thank you, my husband, my handsome spouse." I stand up and add, "But you can't stay here, my angel." I clear one of the operating tables of its debris before leaning towards you and gently taking you in my arms, using my build and weight to lift you before tenderly laying you down on the table, saying, "Don't move, my love, stay still." I dim the operating table lights so they won't blind you, then I leave quietly, finding it hard to take my eyes off you or even to be separated from you. I head cheerfully towards the elevator, grabbing a dishcloth to wipe my face, and when the elevator doors open, I place a full can of beer in front of the sensor before coming to get you, excited as a virgin. I've been with someone before, but I know that with my husband, it's going to be pure heaven.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I get lifted onto that table by ya and the lights dimmed then I see ya leave the room and I call out, “See ya soon, my angel.” And, just like that, yer back already. As ya come over to me layin there, I take yer hand in mind and kiss yer fingers with my wet bloody lips. “This is what love is all about, Luke. The two of us, no limits, nothin held back, completely open with each other. Absolute total love and respect between us always. Now, I need ya to get a couple things I had Daniel bring on one of his visits. In the closet in our room is a bag with candles. I want ya to take em and set em around the inside of the elevator car. Then, once we’re there, light em and then turn off the lights inside the car. The candlelight and the mirrors in the elevator with be enough light for us to celebrate this first time together. Go on and get the candles and set em up for me, babe. Oh and there’s also a big bottle of lube in the bag too. Just in case we need it, ya see. Now go on and get that ready and I’ll be here waitin for ya to walk me to this special first for us and, our life together will truly have started.” I reach up takin yer head in my hands and pull it down, kissin yer lips gently but firmly as I feel ya shakin in my hands.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

When I come back, I feel light. It's not from the blood loss, but I've been dreaming of this moment for far too long. I open the door and step into the operating room, my chest puffed out unnaturally, my fists on my hips in an exaggeratedly heroic pose, and I say, "Don't worry, princess, your Prince Charming has arrived," in a falsely heroic voice before chuckling a little and coming back to you. When you kiss my fingers, I feel transported with pleasure. This moment, so sweet, so tender, contrasts sharply with our times of violence, so primal, the perfect fusion like that of my husband and me. A tear falls when you speak of our love, but my eyes light up when you talk about candles, and then when you kiss me, I feel the height of happiness. I whisper, "I love you, my husband, Dan, my magnificent husband. We are bound for eternity, and nothing can change that. You have my absolute trust, my heart. You will be the perfect coach for Jeremy, you, my perfect man, so handsome, so strong." And then I gently lift your chest to take you in my arms, my whole body trembling with love, excitement, and desire.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I quickly go to our room and grab the bag with the candles and lighter. I look at the lube and think, "Never in a million years, I want to feel everything from my man." I rush back to the elevator door and open the bag before arranging the candles all around inside the elevator. As I crouch down, lighting the candles, I see myself reflected in the mirrors that cover all the elevator walls, thinking that my husband and I have found a use for something other than artificially enlarging the elevator. I finish lighting the candles and a fleeting thought crosses my mind. I smile and stand up. I see that Daniel has put a lot of candles on them, so that gives me an idea. I do what I have to do and turn off the lights, then I come back to you and say, "Here you are, my love, don't move." I reach under you to lift you like a bride on her wedding day and press the door button to open it. When it opens, you notice that I've placed a couple of candles in the hallway to see where we're going. I head towards the elevator, and when you see it, you see the open door, the candles illuminating the interior, and a path made of candles with earth in the middle, which gives the place a strange and almost magical feel—unless it's the perfect presence of my man in my arms that makes me feel that way. I drop you off a few meters from the dirt path, and even though it's only two meters long, you can see that the ground has been laid out to give you the feeling of walking outside. I take your hand to walk towards the elevator, saying, "I didn't use the gel, my angel." I want to tell you more, tell you how much I love you, but I can't stop thinking about your enormous cock inside me, wanting this moment more than anything.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Layin on the table, I wait for ya to come back and get me. I’m feelin better now that I been patched up and I manage to sit up slowly on the table. A little groggy but I ain’t feelin dizzy. My head still achin a little big as I take on the cleaner towels and wipe at the blood on my face and chest. Lookin down at my left pec I grin and comment, “Yep…gonna need to get that ink redone sometime. Maybe somethin different though, like my husband’s face there so I always have close to my heart.” I slowly slip off the table and grab onto it as I stand on my bare feet and look down. My uncut dick hard as ever and that makes me chuckle seein that. I let go of the table and take a couple steps forward slowly and actually feel more steady now.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Just then, the doors open and there ya are ready to come take me to our rendezvous. I grin wide at ya. “See? All better and standin up, babe. I can even walk.” I see ya come over to me fast not believin me and I hear ya say, “Nope. You’re not walking mister. I’m carrying you there and no arguments. Don’t make me beat on you more.” I grin and raise my hands. “Alright babe. Ya win. I won’t argue. I give.” Ya scoop me up in yer big arms, pickin me up like I was nothin then ya kiss me and say, “And that’s another no, my love. I don’t accept that I give from you. You will always be a winner to me, not matter how a fight turns out. You are my champion just likes I’m yours.” Tears well up in my eyes as ya walk us outta the operatin room and down the hallway.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Just as we get close to the elevator, ya sent me down on my feet and take my hand as we walk that last steps forward. Ya press the button and the doors open and I gasp in surprise and pleasure at the way ya have this laid out. Dim lights all around us…only the lit candles glowin and reflectin from the mirrors inside the car and givin us all the light we need. I turn to ya and take yer head in my hands and kiss yer lips gently but firmly. “This is perfect…just perfect my angel. Just like you…absolutely perfection. I take yer hands as we enter the elevator still kissin…our naked bloody sweaty bodies startin grind into one another and our hard cocks frottin against one another. The only sounds are the two of us moanin and sighin and our mouth kissin each other deeply and hungrily. This is gonna be a night to remember for both of us and it’s moment in time I’ll never forget.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I see you standing, ready to walk with me, but I promised myself I would carry you lovingly, and that's what I will do, even if I have to threaten you with all my love. When I see you cry, I kiss your tears, those beautiful tears, and I walk with you down the hall. We walk together, and when I see you marveling at the sight, I can't help but smile, my heart swelling even more, feeling like it's going to burst. It's true, I want you inside me, I want to taste the divine pleasure of your penis penetrating me, but I want to savor this magical, unique moment, just for the two of us. I answer you softly, "How could I not want to be perfect with the perfect man?" We slowly make our way to the elevator, which I block with the beer can, and we stand tenderly entwined in the middle of the elevator. My hands delicately trace your back while our tongues massage each other and exchange saliva. I see us in the elevator mirror's reflection, and what I see is perfect. I caress and massage your back at the same time, then I gently kneel, kissing your hairy, blood-covered chest before reaching your penis. I gently caress it and inhale its scent. You smell like I'm sniffing poppers, your cock is having such an effect on me. Then I run my tongue over your glans, licking it like ice cream before gently sucking your glans, moaning with a pleasure I've never felt before. Our sounds of pleasure shatter the silence of the night, a special and important night for both of us.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

The dim lights…the flickerin candles…the reflection of them and us in the mirrors as we kiss and hold one another. We don’t need words…everythin we need to say we can say with our hands and eyes and our bodies. I moan softly as yer mouth travels down my body lickin and kissin it…I let my head roll back in total pleasure and love as ya drop to yer knees and take my hard uncut cock in yer mouth…yer tongue and lips workin the head of and already makin it leak streams of precum onto yer waitin tongue. My hands holdin yer head gently. Not to force my dick into yer mouth, but just because I need to feel yer head in my hands as ya willingly and lovingly work my cock.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I move back against one mirrored wall bein careful of the candle and see that ya left an open space there as ya follow me still lovin my cock with yer hot mouth. This has to be what heaven is like. And if it, then I don’t ever wanna leave. My cock throbs harder in yer mouth as I gently pull yer head up and raise ya back up to yer feet and kiss yer mouth again as I turn us around and break the kiss. A long rope of spit trails from yer mouth to mine as I move down yer body now lickin and kissin each muscle then drop to my knees and take yer hard thick 10 inch cock in my mouth, this time to love and worship as my spit coats it fully, washin over the bite marks from earlier as I swallow all of it down my throat and hear yer moans of pleasure.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I get an idea and stay on my knees as I come up off yer cock and whisper, “I know what’ll help take the sting outta them cuts.” Without waitin for an answer, I pick up the nearest white candle with one hand and hold yer cock out with my free hand. Then, I tip the burnin candle just enough so that the melted wax drips slowly down over the bite marks I put there earlier. I feel ya flinch as the warm wax hits yer cock, but it cools quickly as I blow on the was as it hits. “That’s it, my love,” I say as I coat yer cock in the wax until yer cock looks like it has a milky white condom coverin it. I set the candle back down as I hold yer wax covered cock and look up at ya with a grin, “That’s better, ain’t it my husband?”

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I love sucking your beautiful 9-inch uncircumcised cock, and I bet it will be even more exciting with your piercing. I can't wait to go shopping with my perfect man. When I feel your hands on me caressing me, I moan with pleasure, this moment is sweet and tender, no violence, no blood, just the sweet pleasure of two males in rut who want to make each other feel good, I swallow all this good precum that flows onto my tongue with pleasure while I caress your buttocks and legs, my sweet husband is so good and so perfect and his cock makes me want it so much, its smell, its taste, its size, its width, its shape, my husband's cock is magnificent. When you step back I slowly advance on my knees, showing you that I cannot take your cock out of my mouth and when you lift me up I have a long string of saliva that goes from your cock to my mouth which you gently swallow with love before we exchange a long kiss while I caress your back then you kneel down kissing every part of my torso, it is so beautiful to see, you worship my cock as I worshipped yours, you are so beautiful and this reflection of us everywhere is just supernatural swallowing it entirely making me let out a deep moan filled with limitless pleasure.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I watch you remove the wax and tell me about my cuts, and then you immediately grab a white candle. I can't believe it. My husband is going to do what I hoped for while I was lighting the candles. You feel my penis throb in your hands as you drip the wax onto it. I watch the spectacle, the pain so pleasurable. My husband and I have experienced another kind of pleasure together. He was so very first with me—the first blood, the first victory, the first wax. He will always be first in my heart. He won everything, and I won everything. And when you blow out the wax, I release a precum of pleasure, saying, 'It's perfect, my love. Thank you.'" I don't know what to do anymore, this man completely dominates me, I have so many desires and thoughts in my head, I take your face and I say to you "I wonder if I would have as much sensation with this wax condom" and then I gently introduce my penis into your mouth, laughing a little at the funny situation, caressing your face with desire, letting your tongue lick this funny condom.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

It seems that everythin that me and Luke do are fulfillments of wishes we’ve been hopin for the other to make come true. Just like the candle wax on yer huge cock, I was prayin you’d wanna see what it felt like to have me suck yer cock covered in wax and I eagerly take yer 10” cock in, my hands grippin yer hips as I swallow it down and takin it all the way to the base, tastin the wax on my tongue as my spit coats it and feelin the semi-hardness of the wax on yer dick. I’m careful not to let my teeth touch it cause I have an idea I wanna try and I don’t wanna do nothin that will damage or tear the wax.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

My hands move up to yer big blood-smeared pecs workin yer nips with my fingers as I keep suckin yer wax-coated cock. It’s almost like suckin on one of them thick peppermint sticks that ya get at Christmas, so big and so thick that ya need to stop but ya don’t wanna stop cause it just tastes so damn good. That’s what it’s like for me suckin yer waxed cock and for me it’s like ya have this thick sexy foreskin coverin yer cock as well and that makes me even more turned on. But, then I bring my mouth off yer cock and grin up at ya. “Ready for a little surprise, my love?” I ask as I raise up to my feet and kiss ya again. “Just stand there babe. I’ve got an idea.” I grin as I reach down and slowly slide the wax coverin yer cock off…takin my time as it slides slowly off yer shaft then off yer swollen cockhead.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I grin as I hold it in my hand and bring it up. “There we go…a perfect wax replica of yer amazin cock, my love.” I growl in that low sexy voice that I know ya love. “And guess where Imma put this?” I smirk at ya and grab my hard dick and put it besides yers and grip em both together squeezin em slowly. My tongue comes up and licks across yer full lips as my fist works both our hard dicks, makin em both throb and twitch in my hand. That wax replica of yer cock in my hand as I bring that hand around, feelin the wax is now hardened as I flex my asscheeks and flex my hole open. As ya watch, I slowly insert it into my hole, pushin all 10 inches of it inside me. “MMMMMMMMMMMM…fuckin hot…my man’s hot cock inside me. And now, my man is gonna get my dick inside him…Imma fuck yer ass while yer dick is fuckin mine, lover.” I moan low.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I kiss ya again hard and deep as I push yer back against that open area in between the candles. Then, my hands reach down grabbin the backs of yer thighs grippin em tight as I feel yer arms wrap around my neck and shoulders. “Goin up my sexy handsome perfect husband” I grin as I LIFT yer legs off the floor of the car and wrap em around my waist, holdin ya there between me and the wall of the elevator car. I grab one of the nearby candles and set it on yer abs with a grin. “Don’t move my love” I whisper as I reach down…grippin my 9 inch uncut cock in my fist. This is a moment we’ve both been hungerin for…wantin…needin…and I wanna enjoy every second of it. I place the head of my dick against yer tight hole until I feel it open up and push the head of my cock inside it, stoppin there for a moment to enjoy just that.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I feel yer feet lock behind my back as yer hands lock around my neck, balancing ya between me and the wall behind ya and the lit candle on yer abs never moves an inch. My swollen uncut cockhead in yer hole now…I sigh with a low growl at this first entry into yer ass. A moment to remember always. Then, I slowly start pushin my shaft into ya inch by inch…takin a moment in between each inch to enjoy the feeling and the moment as our eyes stay locked with each other. It takes nearly 10 minutes, but I let out an audible growl as I get all 9 inches of my cock inside yer ass, feelin the chute openin up as my cock throbs and twitches so incredibly inside ya. Tears of joy stream down my bloody damaged face at this first moment together. I’m visibly shakin with joy and love and I ain’t even started thrustin my dick in yer hole yet.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I manage to collect myself enough as I bring one hand up and take the candle then bring my other hand up and wrap it around yer huge 10 inch monster fuck stick and tip the candle slightly, lettin hot wax drip out first on yer thick hard nipples, makin sure to coat both of them well, then I bring the candle down and coat yer swollen cockhead with it, making another perfect impression of it with the wax as I moan and feel that wax replica of yer cock inside my hole, fillin me as I’m fillin you now. I manage to set the candle down on the floor again as my fist around yer thick shaft strokes it slowly and I grin at ya, “Still with me, my handsome beautiful sexy husband?”

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

My man is gently sucking me with this funny condom, and the sensation is strange, but the smell is weird. This wax has a particular scent, but I can't quite put my finger on it. I feel you playing with my nipples, watching you work on my wax penis. I caress your forearms during this time, unable to take my eyes off you, too fascinated by this strange spectacle. I moan with pleasure seeing the enjoyment you take in attending to your husband. I am so happy with you, and our situations always seem so strange that I feel like I'm dreaming. When you ask me if I'm ready for a little surprise, I answer, "With you, always," before kissing you and saying again, "I'm not moving, my angel. I don't want to. I don't want to wake up from this sweet dream." I see you delicately remove the wax from my penis without breaking it. I'm even more astonished because it should have broken in two, crumbled. This situation is even stranger. I let out a long moan of pleasure that ends with a deep breath of ecstasy when my penis is freed.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I want to answer your question about where you're going to put it, wanting to tell you it's impossible, but your sweet kisses prevent me, and your hand on my cock drives me even crazier. I don't want to fight it anymore, to think anymore, I just want to enjoy this moment. But when you show me my wax cock, gently bringing it towards your buttocks, I grab your head and put it next to mine while I watch you. I want to tell you it's not possible…that you're going to break it, but I don't even dare. I don't want to ruin this moment. And when I see you gently insert it into you, hearing you moan, the smell of your hole and the wax reaches my nose. My mind is amazed because I gently breathe in this scent and I start to think, "This wax is also composed of 15% soft microcrystalline wax and 3% mineral oil; I understand its strength better now." I open my mouth and eyes wide, amazed by this magnificent spectacle, I can't believe it, my man had planned everything, he is such a beautiful, intelligent, powerful, perfect being.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

When you kiss me and pin me against the elevator mirror, I know this moment we've both been waiting for is about to arrive. You slide your arms under my legs to lift me, showing me your strength and power, my arms around your neck to help you as I smile at your joke. I see you place the candle and I reply in a voice that reveals all the love I have for you and for this moment, "I won't budge an inch, my handsome husband, my perfect lover, my magnificent warrior." I see your hand move towards your penis and I help you hold it, even though your powerful, hairy muscles don't need any help. As soon as you place your glans against the entrance of my hole, I can't help but shed a tear. This moment is so perfect, so sweet, so intense. This penis I've wanted so much—finally, I'm going to have it. Then your glans enters me and lets out a little moan of pleasure while drooling, letting the long stream of saliva flow between my two pectoral muscles hardened by the infinite pleasure of my husband penetrating me.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I feel you remain inside me without moving, letting out an animalistic groan that excites me. Then, slowly, you penetrate me inch by inch, pausing each time. I look at you, mouth wide open, breathing heavily because it feels so good. Then, halfway inside me, I manage to compose myself and begin to cry softly, saying in a voice that shows I'm in paradise with you, "I love you, I love you, my sweet husband, my tender spouse, I love you, I love you so much. You are so handsome, so strong, so perfect, so powerful. I am so happy with you. Thank you, my love, I love you." Repeating this phrase over and over while you slowly penetrate me, I knew I wouldn't need lubricant and when you reach the bottom of my hole with your 9 inch uncircumcised cock, I open my mouth wide and blow hard in your face because I'm so ecstatic, letting out little moans from time to time, my whole body starts to tremble with desire, with pleasure and you feel me getting wet, flooding your cock while you take the candle from my chest to put wax on my nipples and glans, I steady my arms and legs better to help you in this sweet and hot moment and these wax burns are so exciting, my husband is an expert at everything. I so desperately want to watch him, but I can't anymore. It feels so good that my head falls back, resting on the mirror while my husband's enormous cock is inside me and the wax covers my glans. I moan and cry with happiness, but I'm completely unable to utter a single word when you ask if I'm still there. I try to compose myself, saying in a voice thick with tears of joy, "Thank you, thank you, my love, it's so good, so sublime, thank you." I kiss you gently, massaging your tongue with mine as I bring my heels closer to your buttocks to play with your hole and make you feel my waxed cock against your entire wall, feeling that with every movement of my feet, your cock throbs with pleasure.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

We kiss again as I know I have all of yer attention totally and completely. My thick cock buried deep in yer hole…yer wax cock replica in my ass and yer wax coated cockhead and bare cockshaft in my hand. I suck the spit from yer tongue as I raise up…a long strand of it connectin our two mouth as it breaks and falls on yer chest. I start to slowly pull back in yer hole…startin to thrust in and out of yer tight chute, feelin the muscles flexin around my hard cock and pullin me in as I thrust in then wantin me back in as I thrust out. My fist around yer cockshaft strokin it in time with my slow thrusts. This is so damn good I wanna take as much time as possible in there.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I watch yer head as it leans back against the mirrored wall and grin seein the look of ecstasy on yer face. I’m sure I have that same look on my face cause I’ve never been inside a man’s ass that was half as good as the one I’m in right now. It’s like yer hole was waitin for my dick and now that it has it, it ain’t about to let go no time soon. And that’s just fine with me and my cock. I start thrustin and strokin a little faster now as my hand on yer cock moves the wax coverin yer cockhead. I take it in my free hand and bring it to my furry lips, lickin the thick precum inside it and enjoyin the taste of that as I see ya watchin me with that same grin on yer face. I take that wax and put it in my mouth chewin it up wantin to enjoy it as much as possible, then I spit it out on the floor as my hand moves up and starts workin yer glans and yer pissslit for ya. My cock in yer hole thrustin in and out a bit faster now as my breathin gets heavier and deeper. Ya can hear the low growls comin outta my throat with every thrust I take deeper in yer ass.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I feel my balls startin to churn, lettin me know that they’d like to empty out any time now. But I ain’t nowhere near ready for that and I slow down my thrusts and the strokin of yer cock and lean in, kissin ya again. Our lips just touchin, I whisper low and deep, “How ya doin, my amazin perfect man? Ya enjoyin this cause I sure as fuck am. That ass is amazin…just like the rest of ya. And, it took us a while to get here, but it was worth every fuckin minute it took to get here, my love.”

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I feel you slowly, gently, lovingly entering me. Your cock feels so good inside me, like it was custom-made for my hole. I've never felt so much sensation and pleasure, and your hand perfectly matches the movements of your cock. You can tell my husband is a master at this; he's a master of everything he touches. My breath comes in long gasps as you slowly penetrate me, but when you pick up the pace a little, I start panting like a thirsty puppy craving its Master's big bone. My glans feels covered in all the precum I release while I feel your cock, which feels so good. My ass has never craved a cock so intensely, and yours is exactly what I need. Your body is exactly what I need. You are everything I need. My perfect husband, taking such good care of my hole, which is begging for more and more." Then you take the little wax cap filled with precum and I see you lick it, my husband loves my juice as much as I love his, plus it's such an original way to collect my good precum, I even see you eating this wax to collect all the juice, this spectacle is magnificent, I can't help but watch you, fascinated by your imagination before spitting out the wax and accelerating the movement, I start to let out hoarse "oooohh ... oooooohhh ..... ooooohhhhh" as if I had just discovered a new dimension to pleasure that this key to paradise that you call your cock opens my doors without me offering the slightest resistance, wanting at all costs to taste this pleasure that you bring me.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I feel you slow down and I can finally catch my breath, remembering that you have my wax cock inside you. It's like a sandwich for you. I feel your breath near my lips when you speak to me, and I whisper back, "It's perfect, my love. I couldn't have dreamed of a better moment. Your cock is made for me, I can feel it. My ass has always wanted it without ever knowing it before meeting you, and now I have confirmation. You are just perfect in everything you do, in everything you are. You are perfection incarnate, my angel, my heart, my fierce and tender warrior." I kiss you gently, caressing your hairy back, its muscles hardened by exertion and glistening with sweat. Seeing it in the reflection excites me; I can even see my wax balls protruding from your hole. I break off the kiss to tell you again, "This moment, you and I, deserved it. It was long, but so worth it. I wouldn't have wanted to rush it, besides..." I reach out and grab one of the candles from the wooden railing and gently spill some wax on your nipples, wanting to excite you further with the burning sensation before placing the candle on my left pec. I let you kiss my ass because I desire your cock so much. I look at you softly and say, "You are so handsome, my husband. How could I have lived without you all these years? You make me feel alive, happy. I have never known such happiness in my life. I will never thank Daniel enough for having you." placed in my life."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

The atmosphere all around us with the mirrors and the candles and the dim light…the lights of the city outside the window that I can just barely see from the elevator car. This is what pure heaven is like. Me inside my perfect man and us locked together in wonderful amazin love like this, this is the stuff that dreams are made of and if this is a dream, I never wanna wake up ever! We kiss again then I raise up as ya speak and still slowly drillin yer ass with my cock and workin yer cock in my hand. I grin and wink at ya, then ya take that candle and drip the hot wax onto my hairy nipples. And I know that YOU know that my nips are hard wired to my cock. Ya place that candle on yer left pec as I MOAN and GROWL low and suddenly start thrusting my cock in yer hole faster and harder…my hand workin yer big monster dick up and down more and more. Fuck, if we don’t stop right now, it’s gonna be…gonna be…

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

And it is…too late to stop as my balls suddenly FIRE their thick loads of cum up thru my shaft and out my head as I ERUPTTTTTTTTTTTT in yer ass, blastin thick ropes of cum out and HOWLIN like a wild animal at the intense incredible orgasm happenin. My hand pumpin and strokin yer cock so much faster now and I take that candle from yer pec and POUR the wax onto yer nips splashin it onto em as I can feel yer cock about to explode as well and…I want it…I want that load in yer balls…I NEED it…I gotta have it as our LOUD moans and growls fill the elevator car and echo down the empty dark hallway.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

When I pour the wax on your nipples, watching it tangle with your hair, I hear you moan louder and kiss me harder, to the point where I have trouble aiming for the other nipple, but I want it. I know my husband, so handsome, so unique, so wonderful, is sensitive in the nipples, and I want his juice, more than anything, I want it. This moment is so special for both of us, and I feel so good in my husband's arms. I feel transported with happiness, and that's not just an expression because my husband is pounding my ass hard while he lifts me easily, building muscle in his hairy body as his cock pounds harder and harder. Your hand, which is jerking me off so hard, risks making me ejaculate, and I have to hold back. I want your seed inside me first. I'm having trouble not coming, but I have to. I need my husband's juice. If he doesn't impregnate me, I'll die, and right now I feel that you can't hold back anymore, it feels good because it means you can't resist my hole, my old soft, flabby ass, like you so aptly put it before. When the wax cools, I press on it with my thumb to work your nipples even more, seeing from your ecstatic expression that you're about to come. I start to smile, waiting for that divine juice whose arrival I've so longed for.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I can tell you're trying to hold back, but I don't want you to. I want your juice. I'm even ready to beg you for it, but you can't resist my hole and my wax cock in your perfect ass. I feel you flooding me, and I start crying tears of joy. This moment is just for us—so romantic, so cruel, so bloody, so full of love. This moment is like us; it's perfect. We are perfect. When I feel the first spurts in my ass, I start yelling in French, "OUIIIIII .... OUIIIIII ... OUIIIIII ..... OUIIIIII" almost like a pig's squeal, and that's what my man makes of me—a pig addicted to his cock. Then I watch you as you unload huge streams of sperm into my hole. After all that, how long has it been since my husband came? And then he does it in my ass, it's so good, so beautiful, I could never find words powerful enough to express everything I feel but I'll try anyway by looking you straight in the eyes and saying, "YOU ARE MY CHAMPION, MY SOULMATE, MY RIVAL IN THE RING, MY HUSBAND IN LIFE, MY CHAMPION, YOU HAVE RAVAGED MY ASS AND MY HEART, MY MIGHTY AND ROBUST CHAMPION."

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

As I tell you this, I can feel you vigorously stroking me, bringing the wax to my nipples. Knowing that my nipples and penis are closely connected, you can feel me resisting the urge to come. I groan like a beast from hell as I fight back the urge to ejaculate, feeling the sweet sting of the wax burning my nipples. You can feel me resisting the urge to come. I don't want to insult you, my divine husband, and I want to give you my juice, but we have to enjoy this together. I take your head and place it next to mine, our faces downwards, and I moan in a whisper of supplication, "Aim for our mouths, babe." Then I let out deep, muffled groans, leaving my mouth open, my saliva dripping onto my penis to ensure I have my sperm in my mouth. As I come, you can feel your penis being crushed by my anus as I clench my buttocks in pleasure, unable to hold back any longer. I see you moving your hand that's jerking me off so we each get a good amount of sperm, the rest landing on our faces and torsos. Then, once I've finished coming, I lift our heads and take the sperm that's on our bodies before putting it in your mouth and kissing you to exchange my sperm and our saliva, passing this sweet nectar from one mouth to the other, swallowing small sips to fully enjoy it. Then I pull my face back to tell you, "Fuck me, fuck me again, my handsome champion, I'm yours, I belong to you as you belong to me, fuck me, I beg you, fuck me again."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

My hairy muscled body drippin with sweat as I FILL yer hole for the first time with my thick pent up load of manjuice, I gasp and heave and moan as I leave my uncut cock deep in yer tight hole, feelin it bathed in my own cum as ya take my head and place em forehead to forehead lookin down at yer throbbin massive 10 inch cock that my hand is workin up and down and strokin and rubbin my thumb over yer glans and pissslit. We both know what’s about to happen as I hear yer request and grin and do just that. I aim the head of yer cock at our open mouths JUST as that first rope of thick HOT juice comes shootin out right into yer mouth, then I catch the next one in my mouth and we both back and forth like that catchin every other thick stream of cum in our mouths, tastin its warm thick salty goodness. I keep pumpin and strokin yer cock more and more wantin to get as much juice from yer big nuts as possible as I already know what I’m gonna do next.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I let go of yer cock for a few moments as we kiss and swap yer thick manjuice back and forth between our mouths, kissin and tonguin each other’s mouths as the low moans and growls come up outta our throats and get muffled by our HOT kiss. Just as ya break the kiss and I hear yer words, I’m already raisin up as I feel my cock getting hard as fuck again and ya don’t get to finish yer request before I don’t wait this time and just start rammin and thrustin my uncut cock deep in yer ass, usin my previous cum for lube. My swollen head sluggin yer prostate over and over as one hand grabs yer pecs and nips workin em and our eyes lock as I smirk at ya and damned if he don’t already know what’s comin!

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

The sweat splatterin from our bodies onto the mirrored walls of the elevator as I drill and fuck yer ass hard mean and rough and work yer pecs and nips with one hand, but I know what my man wants and I ain’t about to disappoint him as I start smackin and slappin and punchin his face back and forth with my free fist, hearin his howls of pleasure as I growl, “Yeah, fucker…ya want me to beat the fuck outta ya and fuck the hell outta ya, don’t ya?  Well, guess what? Yer getting yer wish, bitch! Tell me again what ya said earlier. I ain’t sure I heard ya right! Somethin about a champion or somethin like that? Lemme hear it, ya whore!” My thrusts becomin harder and deeper and rougher as I work yer nips and stop my face punchin but keep slappin and smackin yer face as the sweat and spit sprays off both of us in the candle lit elevator!

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

You're not fucking me gently anymore, you're raping me, forcing me, tearing me apart, and I love it so much. Your already hard cock is now a jackhammer attacking my prostate without the slightest mercy. My sperm in your mouth tastes so good, everything tastes good when it's shared, even the electrical cord. Then you look at me with that mocking face, letting me know exactly what's coming, and I smile with pleasure. I want him more than anything. My husband has been gentle; now he'll be violent. He's so magnificent, so perfect. I'm so lucky. I lock my legs firmly to make sure I help you maintain the pounding of your cock in my hole that begs for more while you play with a nipple while you slap me and punch me in the face, my head takes your blows with such pleasure, even when I spit out saliva with blood, I get my kicks, your fist and your cock both ravage me but when I hear you insult me, I hold on even tighter because I know what my man wants and I'm not going to give it to him so easily, it would disappoint him yet your blows and your insults make me want to belong to you but my husband is a violent warrior, a brutal mercenary and I must honor him.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

It feels so good, I've never felt this way with anyone else. My man always knows what to do or say to connect with my soul. Even that punch that broke my nose is proof of his love. After your blows, I look at you and moan loudly from the pleasure your cock gives me, "I don't know anymore... I forgot... maybe because I don't feel anything." Despite this provocation, you see that my gaze doesn't lie to you, and your husband is in ecstasy. I continue, looking at you and smiling, the blood from my nose staining my teeth, and I say to you again, "Is that all you know how to do, bitch? I thought you were the Master of Fucking, little whore. Unless I was mistaken." You feel me tighten my grip, one hand behind your back, leaving your arm free to hit me, and the other on your shoulder, giving you access to my nipple, knowing I'm about to get it bad. My husband will be able to unleash his fury on me, and I want this dream to never end. If I'm dead, don't revive me under any circumstances.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

If I din’t already know ya well enough to know that yer just tryin to provoke me, I might be insulted by yer words but this is just how we play and I know that YOU know just how to push the right buttons on me and I ain’t about to disappoint ya as my dark eyes narrow…that sneerin frown that ya know SO well as I pull my hard cock ALMOST ALL the way outta yer hole…like I’ve become a statue frozen in time…my fist in the air above ya…my hand on yer pec not movin…then a slow rumblin growl comes up from deep in my throat. “OH YA DON’T FEEL NOTHIN DO YA? WELL, LEMME SEE CAN I CHANGE THAT FOR YA, YA BACK ALLEY STREET TRAMP!”

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

What happens next would get both of us thrown in jail but since it’s just us here on this floor…in this elevator, we’re safe and we both know it. Cause suddenly I launch into a HARD BRUTAL RAPE FUCK DRILLIN YER HARD DEEP AND ROUGH…thrusting my cock straight in then pullin back and thrustin in sideways…then back out and come in from a different angle…my cock like a saber stabbin and cuttin into its prey…my fist comes down and it moves so damn fast as it batters and bashes yer face that it’s a blur…nailin yer eyes…nose…mouth…jaw…temples…ears…forehead…like a never endin batterin ram and my hand on yer pecs DIGS into the muscle STABBIN my fingernails into it and MAULIN yer pec muscles…the sweat and blood sprayin off ya onto me and the walls as I go FULL SCALE FERAL ANIMAL on ya screamin out, “HOW’S THAT FEELIN NOW YA LOWLIFE FUCKIN FAGGOT COCKSUCKER?  YA LIKIN ME NOW MORE CAUSE IM BEATIN THAT FUCKIN FACE OF YERS INTO RAW MEAT AND RAPIN THAT FILTHY ASS OF YERS LIKE THE WJHORE THAT YA ARE? NOW I BET YA REMEMBER WHAT YA WERE SAYIN EARLIER ABOUT A CHAMPION, FUCKER! SAY IT!”

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I keep up the brutal hateful rape fuck and fast bashin and pec maulin without showin any signs of stoppin as my cock gets even harder as it stabs and drives in yer hole power punchin yer prostate and I see yer big 10 inch cock is hard as fuck as well, so I know yer lovin this just as much as I am and I got no plans to stop anytime soon until ya repeat what ya said to me earlier!

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I brought my husband to the point we both wanted, your cock starts to rape me mercilessly and I start screaming in pain and pleasure, feeling that now you're just going to use your jackhammer in my hole, ravaging my prostate and bruising my bladder. Your fist slams into my face without any restraint, my head hitting the mirror behind me repeatedly until it cracks. I feel like if I don't say anything you'll kill me, but it feels so good. Your hand digging into my chest, drawing blood as you dig your nails in, excites me. I don't say anything; I can't anyway. You're pounding my head so hard I don't have a chance to speak. Then you see my enormous 10 inch cock start to ejaculate, soaking us both while you continue to destroy my face. I stop your one-handed fist to show you I'm surrendering as I uncontrollably urinate on us because of your insane cock pounding my hole. You see that both my eyebrows are split open, my face is swollen, my eyes are puffy, and my jaw looks deformed. I tell you in a death rattle "you..." saying these first words I spit out a spray of blood and 3 teeth but I pull myself together because I couldn't hold on much longer and I scream in a last desperate attempt "YOU ARE MY CHAMPION, YOU ARE MY PERFECT HUSBAND, MY BELOVED CHAMPION, MY MASTER, I AM YOUR LUXURY WHORE, YOUR BITCH, YOU DO WITH ME WHATEVER YOU WANT MY LOVE, MY BODY, MY HEART AND MY SOUL BELONG TO YOU, EVERYTHING IN ME BELONGS TO YOU, YOU WILL BE A MAGNIFICENT COACH FOR JEREMY, I'M SURE OF IT, YOU ARE MY CHAMPION, MY DIVINE CHAMPION WHOM I LOVE."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Even as this savagery is goin on that we’re both insanely into and lovin, that little voice inside me tells me to hold back just enough. After all, I don’t wanna kill this incredible man, the man I love with every fiber of my soul and the man who taught me what REAL UNCONDITIONAL LOVE  is really all about. The mirror cracking behind yer head as I keep the brutal thrustin and maulin and punching as I see that monster cock yers start shootin even thicker ropes of manjuice that before, sprayin and splatterin out all over us, addin to the blood and sweat drippin off both of us. Just then, ya start unload a thick load of piss as well right behind that cumload ya just blew, soakin both of us and puddlin on the floor under us.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

A spray of blood and three teeth come out as ya start to speak, then suddenly yer words ROAR out into the air, fillin the elevator car as even as ya speak, my thick uncut  inch cock EXPLODES DEEP in yer ass, fillin it so full that it starts leakin back out and even as ya speak, I wanna share my manjuice with ya and pull outta yer ass and aim my shootin dick so the cum hits ya in the face as ya YELL out the words I wanna hear. Our ROARS and GROWLS and MOANS echoin up and down the dark hallway as our bodies twist and turn together…knockin over some of the candles and makin wax pour out onto the metal floor.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Just as my dick finishes shootin, I answer yer own post orgasm action and unleash a HARD TORRENT of my own piss that splashes and slams right into yer open mouth, yer bloody face, yer clawed chest…yer abs…yer cock and balls and adds to the puddle on the floor under us. Our bodies heavin, gaspin, pantin, both exhausted and drained, I cain’t hold ya up anymore as we both slide down to the floor into the puddles there into a heap of sweaty, bloody, cum and piss soaked muscle…our bodies entwined and our arms and legs wrapped around one another as we lay there together. I manage to move my head toward yers…my lips brushin against yers as I whisper quietly, “I love you, Luke Freyr-Sullivan…my incredible, handsome, sexy, amazin, perfect man…now and forever, my sweet tough brutal angel.” Not waitin, I clamp my mouth down on yers in a hard but gentle tongue thrustin deep kiss.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

When I scream that you're my champion, I feel you pull out of my hole without letting go, positioning your magnificent 9 inch uncircumcised cock towards us. I continue to scream my words of love as you fill my mouth with your thick, delicious cum. I keep screaming, sometimes spitting out your sperm, my saliva, and a little blood onto the floor. Then, I've finally finished screaming my submission to my champion when I see a jet of something else emerge from your urethra. Immediately, I place my hands on your shoulders, letting you flood me with your sweet piss. I open my mouth to catch as much as possible, feeling my wounds sting a little as your piss flows over me, but I love it so much. Then I feel that you are having trouble holding me and my ass and my mouth have taken so much that I cannot stay standing, I collapse with you in this strange pool made of our secretions, we embrace gently and tenderly, feeling that my penis is still very hard, I love these words of love and I would like to respond to them but you do not give me the time so my response will be with my tongue, caressing yours, making you taste your sperm and my blood.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

As we kiss, I remember something: my man still has that wax replica of my hard-on inside him, 10 inches of it inside his ass, with my balls preventing it from going in further. I kiss you, wrapping my legs around yours, my arms caressing your shoulders and hairy biceps. Then you see me turn us over so you're on your back. I grab your shoulders and arms, placing them behind my neck, before taking your beautiful, wide, hairy thighs and placing them on my shoulders. The front of your legs dangle over the edge. I lift your hips slightly and say, "Have you ever had 20 inches of meat, my love?" I place a hand on my wax penis, which I rotate to put the balls downwards, giving me more access to your hole. Then I gently push in my glans and stop there, to feel how good it feels. I say to you, "My champion, I still want you, I still have juice for you." And then I gently slide my 10” cock into you, accompanied by my wax penis, filling your hole with 20 inches of cock. I stay deep inside you, feeling my balls rubbing against the edge of my wax penis, and I say to you, "So? Can you take it, my love champion?"

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

We roll over so I’m on my back on the floor…glancing around I see most of the candle have burnt out…good thing…we don’t need a fire hazard and the staff will thank us for that I think. I grin at that thought as twist that wax replica of yer cock and balls around as our eyes meet and ya ask me about takin both of em, I know ya can see in my eyes my answer even  before ya push yer real cock into me. I whisper low, “Yes…yes…yes…give it to me, my sexy luchador lover! Take my ass and breed it!” I take yer head in my hands as ya start pushin yer cock inside me, the wax one flattenin some to make room for the real one.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I gasp and moan as ya push yer cock into me, my ankles and feet diggin into yer back and my cock goin rock hard again…the cum and piss and sweat all over us and under us addin to the incredible erotic sensation as I lock eyes with ya and growl, “DO IT…FUCK MY ASS HARD DEEP AND RAW…FUCKIN BREED ME FULL…I WANT EVERY DROP OF THAT HOT JUICE YA GOT LEFT IN THERE!” I force yer mouth open and hurl a big wad of spit outta my mouth into yers just to antagonize ya and torment ya.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

Your words give me so much pleasure and excite me so much that I want to make you feel even better. All that's left of our torn clothes is the collar, this little strip harder than average. I detach it from my neck with a sharp tug before making a cock ring by wrapping my penis and my wax penis together, to make sure I fuck you with both my cocks at the same time. And I see that you're hard as a rock again. I take two of the candles that were still standing and drip some onto your glans so that it gets all over your penis while I blow on it, making sure to grab your balls with it. Once it's cooled, while I still have both my penises deep inside you, I delicately remove this magnificent 10 inch uncircumcised wax penis, revealing your beautiful hard cock again. And you see that I put this new dildo at the entrance of my hole before pushing it in deeply, wanting to feel my husband's cock inside me again.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I watch you as I shove this dildo made from your magnificent cock inside me, and feeling it makes me even harder. You spit in my face, and I smile sadistically. "I'M NOT GOING TO FUCK YOU, I'M GOING TO RAPE YOU!" And then, using the cock ring I made on the spur of the moment, I fuck you with my 10 inch cock and the wax replica inside you while I feel yours inside me. You feel me pull my cocks almost completely out before violently thrusting them back in, slowly at first, gradually increasing the pace, until I'm pounding your ass without the slightest mercy. You feel my two cocks ravaging your hole while one hand jerks you off and the other presses on your bladder. You know that to me, you're nothing more than a hole I have to fill, and I yell at you, "SO, WHO'S THE SLUT NOW? YOU LIKE IT WHEN YOUR LUCHADOR DE MARI FUCKS YOUR ASS, HUH, MY WHORE?" I see my bloody face in the mirror's reflection and I say, "HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME?" And then I start pummeling your face with punches while with my other hand I violently dig my nails into your pecs, right near your nipple. "SO? WHO'S THE SLUT, WHO IS IT?"

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I watch with fascination as ya pour the wax onto my big cock and balls makin a wax replica of my manhood then blowin on it to cool it then removin it slowly and insertin it in yer just fuckin hole…knowin ya wont need lube for it with my load in there still. I see the look cross yer face and I know what’s comin next as I resist the urge to smile. I feel both those cocks DRIVE into me as I YELL out actin as though it hurts even though we both know I’m lovin it. I always love it when my husband takes my ass just as I know he loves when I take his. What I just did proves that beyond any shadow of doubt.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Those two cocks buried DEEP in me as ya snarl and growl and yell down at me spittin in my face…yer fists SLUGGIN my face reopenin old cuts but I know yer bein careful of the damage on the top of my head as the blood and spit sprays everywhere and I YELL and SCREAM and BEG, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…DON’T…PLEASE…I’M BEGGIN YA!!!  DON’T RAPE ME!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!! I yell and gasp and scream out as ya call me yer slut and yer whore. My own cock hard as fuck as I unload another piss stream out sprayin down on my body and face as ya take my ass hard deep and rough and I yell out, “I AM! I’M YER SLUT! I’M YER WHORE! FUCK MY SLUT HOLE! RAPE ME! BREED ME!”

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I fuck you violently, without the slightest pity, still amazed that my man can take my 20 inches so deep inside. My man is a god, and his hole is divine. I hit you without the slightest pity either, avoiding the top of your head, not wanting to ruin the magnificent stitches I gave you, and I hear you begging me, but did you stop when you hit me?" Not at all, so I don't intend to give you any respite. Then I see you start to pee and I guide your cock, which I jerk off again and again, towards my mouth to drink your precious nectar before spitting it back into your mouth and guiding your penis towards you to force you to swallow your own piss while my two cocks pound your ass and your waxy cock drives me even crazier, feeling that your cock was custom-made for my hole. Then you tell me you're my slut, you ask me to give you a child and that's when I lose it. You're so beautiful when you submit or when you're violent, you're perfect in every situation. I stop hitting you and grab both your legs with my free arm, jerking you off again and again, letting your stream of piss spill onto us before I squeeze your legs tightly to fuck you even harder, showing you that I wasn't at my full potential. I fuck you so hard and so violently that your head recoils towards the mirror, not wanting you to hurt yourself from what I did to the top of your head. I stop jerking you off and put my hand on the mirror while my other arm still holds you down. You can see that I'm sweating profusely, and my sweat drips onto you with my arm resting on the mirror, all my muscles tensed to the extreme to take full advantage of your hole.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I continue to fuck you like this for over half an hour, showing you with my gaze that I'm nothing more than a kind of raging beast, foaming at the mouth before I start howling like a triumphant animal and flood your hole with my lubricating sperm. my two cocks. As soon as I feel the first jets coming, I push my cocks as deep as possible into you while I jerk you off, wanting to make you come again, until we are emptied of all our fluids.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

The sweat and blood and piss flyin all over the elevator drippin down the mirrored walls onto the floor and extinguishin some of the candles ya fuck me for over half an hour…with twice yer dick inside me…both the real one and the wax one…my cock in yer hand throbbin and pulsin harder and harder…our roars and gasps and moans echoin up and down the halls. I feel the first jet of cum blast outta ya and that’s all it takes as my cock ERUPTS sprayin out another thick load of cum only this time ya find out I can cum and pee at the same time as a hard stream of piss comes out at the same time as my cum, sprayin and splatterin everywhere, coatin both of us in my piss and cum as that cock of yers FILLS my hole FULL and I feel it startin to leak out and drip down to the floor under us! I cain’t even speak as my voice is gone now…my balls bein drained DRY by yer pumpin hand and I got a feelin yer balls are in the same state as mine as I gasp and pant and don’t even try to speak cause anythin I could say at this point would ruin the moment and that’s somethin I just never wanna do with my perfect husband…my forever love…my own Luke!

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

When I come inside you, I see that you can ejaculate and urinate at the same time. It's so beautiful that I take your cock in my hand with the hand that was holding me to the mirror to flood my face and yours while my movements become more expert, more directed towards your prostate, making you feel my glans working it for a long time while your waxy glans plays with my prostate, forcing us to extract every last drop of juice we've had. When I come to my senses, I see the damage we've done while my empty balls ache. I don't move your legs, but I pull the wax dildo out of your hole. I undo the cock ring, which held firm, and you see me take it in one hand and place it near my hole, saying, "I'm out of juice, I'm so tight." But I force it and shove my 10 inch wax cock into my anus, breathing heavily, pushing it in all the way, revealing two pairs of balls sticking out of my hole. I say, breathing hard, "Yes, I'm a real bitch." Then I gently lower your legs to the floor before lifting your torso to rest your head on my injured pec and lie down on my back, our bodies occupying almost the entire elevator while I kiss your face, battered by blows, with mine, which you have also thoroughly massacred, and I say to you in a soft voice, "I think we're going to get yelled at by Daniel tomorrow."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Both of us emptyin our balls everywhere…inside me, all over you, all over me, all over the walls and floor…the few remainin lighted candles castin a flickerin glow over both of us as we collapse to the floor…you with 2 wax dicks and balls in yer hole and he layin against yer chest, heavin and gaspin and pantin…I wave one hand in the air cause I still cain’t find my voice but I give ya a thumbs up in reply to yer last statement.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Our spent bodies occupy the entire floor of the elevator as I finally manage to speak and gasp out, “Fuckkkkkkkkk…fuckkkkkk…fuckkkkkkkkkk…was that…was that…was that OK…my love? That first time me fuckin ya…was it OK? I hope I made it feel special cause it was SO special to me. I LOVE YOU LUKE FREYR-SULLIVAN! YER MY WHOLE WORLD AND MY SOULMATE!” I pull in more air as the last of the candles goes out and we get plunged into darkness. “I think we might…wanna get…get…some lights…and…get back…to…our room…at some…point…babe.” I comment as I lay there in total and complete contentment.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I see your thumbs-up, letting me know you’re okay, which reassures me because I was rather rough towards the end, but my man wouldn’t expect anything less from me. I can hear that you can barely speak anymore, I’ve filled you with so much cum and ecstasy, and I feel proud. My chest swells with pride, and you can feel it as your head rests on my chest and I gently stroke your arm. I don’t want to move; I feel so good. There’s little light, but even in the darkness, my husband shines like the sun. Then you regain your voice, and your question leaves me speechless: how could my seemingly perfect man have doubted that this perfect moment wasn't perfect? ​​I don't know what to tell you, and your comment about your love for me pleases me, but I'm still shocked by the first question. Before the last candle goes out, you see my face frozen in a strange questioning. The candle goes out, and I don't react. You tell me we should go back to our room, but I still don't speak, the darkness having completely enveloped us. You gently ask me what's wrong, and I gasp, "BUT MY DARLING, HOW COULD YOU HAVE DOUBTED THIS PERFECT MOMENT?" I regain my composure and tell you again, "You were magnificent, my angel, so gentle at first, so tender, so full of love. I didn't need the lube, and I knew it. And then you were so violent, so merciless, you fucked my ass and my mouth so hard. How could I not love it? You were so perfect every moment, as if our souls were inextricably linked. You knew what I wanted before I even knew it. You met all my expectations, fulfilled all my deepest desires.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

You brought me so much joy, love, and sex that I thought my heart would explode. Everything was so perfect, my tender husband, so magical. Never doubt you again. You were divine, my fucking champion." I kiss you gently after saying this, making you feel tears of joy trickle down my cheeks and onto you. Then I pull away, saying, "And given your inability to speak, I think I've hit a nerve." You hear a soft laugh escape my lips, a gentle, tender laugh, before I say, "Don't move, my angel, I'll turn on the emergency lights.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I'm used to the dark. I walk fearlessly to an emergency lamp, switch it on, and dimly illuminate the hallway. Then I come to get you. I'm devastated, broken, I ache all over, and I don't even know how I can still walk after sex like that, but my husband gives me extraordinary strength. His love is pure adrenaline for me. I lean towards you, put one arm behind your neck and the other behind your back, and gently help you up. We head towards our room, and I say, "We're going to get yelled at by Daniel again, and I won't even mention what the medical staff will think of us tomorrow." Then I burst out laughing as we go into the room, I stop laughing and say to you "we can't go to sleep in this state, come on my angel, now I'm going to wash you." I lead us to the bathroom and once inside I remove the two wax dildos with a loud pop, then I take a stool which I put in the shower and I have you sit down before washing your whole body gently, tenderly, paying attention to each wound, checking if the stitches on your forehead have held well, you feel that each gesture is slow and methodical, sensual and erotic, without the slightest violence, we've had our fill, now I want to show you my gentleness.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I dunno what to say to all of what’s happenin right now. Could be cause my voice is still so raspy…could be cause I’m stunned that anybody could give a fuck this much about me…or it could be the fact that I cain’t stop cryin tears of joy and shakin and sobbin as ya walk us out and to the bathroom and start takin care of me with such tender and lovin care. All I can do is sit there as ya check me over and clean me up, but I oughta be the one helpin clean you up. But I know that ya wanna make sure I’m OK first and I sit there as ya shower me and wash me and take care of me.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

This intense overwhelmin feelin of love and carin is somethin that’s still new to me and it’s gonna take me some time to get used to it. But I don’t think it’s gonna take me very long to get used to this. Seems to me that every time this incredible man is around me, he shows me just how much he loves me and treasures me and worships me and I hope I’m able to give the same back to him. I feel the warm water washin over me and see the blood and cum and sweat and piss wash down the drain and I know the water is washin the same off you as I wait my turn to take care of my perfect man the way he’s takin care of me.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Yer hands are so gentle and feather light as they move over my head and body, it’s almost hard to believe they were beatin the fuck outta me only a short time ago. I can feel the love in yer touch and just sit there surrounded by the attention and love yer givin to me, the tears still streamin down my face, but these are tears of absolute, total, intense love and I don’t ever wanna do nothin to bring this to an end. I want this to go over for fuckin forever!

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I feel so good right now, all our filth is going down the drain and I think it's a pleasant way to wash away all this violence. I see you crying with joy and I can't help but cry too, my husband's tear-filled eyes still touching me deeply. I kiss your face and your tears, showing you that I'm still fully erect while I take care of your body, washing and purifying it of our defilement. Then, once I've finished washing you, I say, "You don't have to, my angel, but if you're feeling up to it, you can help me wash too." I kneel before you to make it easier for you, saying, "My love, my heart, my perfect husband, I've never been so happy. You and I complete each other, we were made for each other, our bodies and souls vibrate in unison when we're together."

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I remain on my knees, helping you as best I can by giving you the washcloth or the soap, caressing your body while you wash me, unable to stop crying with joy and fear, the fear that all this is just a magnificent dream and that I will wake up tomorrow at home, alone, without this perfect being by my side, I don't want that, never, I want to be able to be with him all our lives, my husband so powerful, so violent, so strong and so gentle at the same time, so tender, so kind, my husband is the perfect combination of the ideal man.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I don’t need to think about that twice as I get up with yer help from the stool and we move under the warm water as I wash yer body for ya the best I can. Yer havin to hold me up cause I’m still kinda unsteady on my feet, but ya know how stubborn I can and I’m determined to clean my husband from head to toe. It takes me a while, but I manage to wash all the grime and blood from yer body until the water runs clear in the drain.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I manage to turn the water off and grab a couple towels for us as we start dryin each other off gently and lovingly until we all dry. We drop the towels to the floor as I hold onto ya and say, “Maybe we oughta go back to our room now, my love. I’m feelin a little bit gro…” Just then, I slump into yer arms as the loss of blood and the exhaustion takes over. My head against yer chest, ya can feel my hot breath against it as I hold onto ya and come to again. “Yeah…I think we better…better…” This time, I do pass out as I feel ya grab onto me.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I want to help you wash or dry me, but you're so stubborn. It's a quality I appreciate, but it bothers me a little sometimes. But you're my husband, and I can't refuse you anything. We start drying off, and I can tell from your movements that you're not well. When I drop the towel, I put my arms around your waist to support you, and I see you stammer out a few words before losing consciousness. It doesn't worry me. When you're unable to act, I have an automatic mode that kicks in, as if fear or doubt has left my mind. I move you slightly so I can slip my hand under your legs and lift you. I'm just as exhausted and tired as you are, but I've lost less blood, and when you're not well, I'm filled with an energy that gives me the strength of a hundred men. I slowly lead us to the room, I lovingly lay you on the bed, putting the sheets over you and laying you on your left side, your head towards the outside of the bed, I give you a soft kiss on your forehead like a sleeping prince charming and I quickly turn off the room light before going under the sheets and snuggling up to you, I gently press myself against your body to share my warmth because of your lack of blood and I pull the sheet up so that your torso is completely covered and then, the adrenaline of saving my man subsides, the pains awaken, I have trouble seeing, I manage to reach out with a great effort to call the nurse before thinking "her cry will wake us up" before falling unconscious myself.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

The next thing I remember is wakin up the next mornin and the two of us in bed together and both of us bandaged heavily and monitors beepin in my ear. I open my eyes and see my husband beside me all bandaged as well. I manage to sit up slowly feelin woozy and light headed but OK otherwise. Just then, the head nurse comes in and says, “Mr. Sullivan. Just lay back and relax. You guys are alright. We’ve got both of you bandaged.” I grin at her. “I could use some water if it ain’t too much trouble.” She smiles and brings me a glass of water that I sip slowly then hand back to her. “You two did quite a number on each other. And don’t worry, all the damage you two did has already been repaired.”

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

When she mentions the damage we did, it all comes back to me as I blush thru the bandages, then ask, “How long have we been asleep?” She smiles and says, “Only two days. Oh, by the way, somebody here is not very happy about what you two did, but he’s just glad you’re both alright.” I know in a flash who she means as I lay back down next to Luke and say, “Well, that’s good. Just tell Daniel we’re OK and that we’re both restin and bein good boys, please?” She laughs a little and replies, “I will, Sir. Now, you just rest and relax for now. You’re getting out of here in a couple days…if you don’t get into any more trouble, that is.” I smirk at her and say, “Tell him that. He made me do it.” She laughs again as she leaves the room and I look over at ya. “I love ya babe. Sleep well, my love.” I close my eyes and I’m back to sleep almost immediately.

Luke Freyr-Sullivan

I wake up slowly. I see that it's dark, but we're bandaged, cared for, and hooked up to all sorts of machines, but only my husband matters to me. I see you sleeping; you seem so sweet and gentle. Who would suspect that behind that angelic face hides a real little devil? My devil, whom I love more than anything. I don't even have the strength to get up or stay awake, but I see that my husband is okay, and that's what matters most. I wake up in the morning and see that you're still asleep. The head nurse is there and scolds me with a smile, telling me that we'll be discharged tomorrow if all goes well, and that the day before you informed Daniel that we're fine and that we'll behave. Almost instinctively, I tell her, "Tell him that," knowing that we don't need anything to provoke each other, just because it amuses us. But it's true that we've been a bit rough, and this hospital stay is starting to feel long. I look at the nurse with a big smile and say, "Thank you for everything you do for us." Then I look at my husband and say, "Especially for him. He deserves it more than anything. He's truly the perfect person, the love of my life, the man who came into my life and whom I would never want to see leave." The head nurse thanked me with a small smile before disappearing. I was so comfortable with my partner that I didn't even think to ask when we could leave, but I didn't care. As long as I was with him, I was happy. I drifted back to sleep peacefully, knowing our meal would be brought soon, but only tomorrow mattered to me. I couldn't wait to get out of here, breathe the fresh air, and have a nice meal together.

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