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Drawing in a shaky breath, Beau headed to the shower where he could block
out the rest of the world. When they had moved into this place, Beau and his
brothers found a whole new way of getting clean that didn’t involve ice cold
sponge baths in sewer tunnels. He knew Bailey loved baths, but for Beau,
showers were the best thing since the discovery of malted milk duds.
Leaving a trail of clothes in his wake, a naked Beau adjusted the water to
just the right temperature before stepping under the heavenly spray. Tipping
his head back, he let the water stream over his face and body.
Beau grabbed the bottle of kiwi and jasmine scented soap and after pouring
some into his palm, he rubbed his hands together until wonderful bubbles
spilled all over. He would never be caught dead in a bubble bath, but the
bubbles themselves were a creation of the heavens.
Soon Beau was covered in frothy goodness from his head to the soles of his
feet. After rinsing off, he poured more soap into his hand. He had needs. He
was a bunny after all. If he didn’t take care of them his balls grew heavy
and his skin began to itch. Hard, ready to burst balls sucked green maggots.
The first touch to his prick with slippery fingers took Beau’s breath away.
If he never experienced anything more than a solid grip encircling his dick,
it would be tragic. But Beau could live with that. He had survived horrific
experiments in a laboratory at the hands of insane sadistic creatures who
impersonated being human.
Beau had always wondered if they were actually demons from the underworld.
He had once asked his older brother Clay if they were. His brother had
laughed and told him they were just evil people. Beau still had his doubts.
Beau scraped his nails over the plump head of his dick, making sure that one
nail pressed into the tiny slit at the end. Once, while surfing the web,
Beau came across a porn site where a guy was using a sound on the other
man’s dick. Holy Hanna, he had ended up coming all over while watching that
piece of glass sink inside that tiny hole.
As
he continued to play, Beau wondered what the prince was doing. This was the
man’s house. Maybe he was going to move in. There was an empty room next to
his. Beau wondered if it would be possible to hear the prince jerking off.
Goose bumps covered Beau’s skin. His prick rose and brushed against his
belly.
He
spread his legs wider. Reaching back with his free hand, Beau found the
wrinkled opening that he was sure could give him even more pleasure if he
wasn’t alone playing with it. But alone it seemed he would always be. The
prince’s handsome face popped into his mind. Beau mentally pushed the prince
away. Wishful thinking made reality hurt worse.
Beau closed his eyes and drifted into a place where sensation took over. The
muscle guarding his hole began to loosen under the onslaught of his
relentless fingers. His dick gloried in the firm grip that stroked over
every inch of skin from the base to the head, and back again.
Looking down, Beau watched his slender fingers give the head of his dick a
little twist. He wondered if the prince’s hands were soft or rough. As large
as the man was he must have big hands. The thought of a wide finger sinking
into his ass had pre-cum welling up until it spilled over and dribbled down.
In response to his thoughts, Beau’s finger penetrated his ass.
Beau sank down onto his knees and set up a fast stroking rhythm on his dick.
Want had him pressing another finger into his hole. Breathing became
difficult. Helpless to his needy body, Beau thrust his hips forward
searching for…something.
A
soft breeze touched the side of Beau’s head. He wanted to open his eyes and
see who was there, but his balls were pulling up against his shaking body.
Need had taken over and yet his orgasm wouldn’t happen. What the hell was
going on?
Desperate, Beau tipped his head back and whispered, “Please.”
Softness touched his ear and a rich voice dripping in honey murmured, “Come,
my darling.”
Spunk exploded out of the Beau’s dick and his scream was loud and long. He
fell back, which pushed his fingers farther into his hole. Beau jerked his
dick as fast as he could, needing the friction. Volley after volley shot
out. Beau screamed again as pain gripped his balls from the milking they
were receiving.
As
volatile as the orgasm was, it ended in a heartbeat. One moment Beau was
flying on a wave of sensation, and the next he was lying on the floor of a
shower. Looking up through the steam and spray of water, Beau felt alone.
Which was weird, because he had been alone all this time.
Hadn’t he?
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