Chapter 57: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Time to play!

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At Bradley’s groan, Jean grinned and kissed him again. “If there’s anything you want to do, we can move this into my room after I’m done, and do it. There, you can do anything. But in here, I’m the boss. So you have to do as I say. Comprenez-vous?”

“God, you’re so fucking bossy.” Bradley’s words made Jean laugh.

“And you love it.” Jean retorted. “There’s going to be some pain.” He gave a naughty grin which made Bradley groan. “Just kidding. I don’t know your pain threshold and now is not the time to find out. Oh, I definitely plan on finding out.” He gently rubbed Bradley’s lower lip with his thumb. “Just not this time.” He whispered.

“Can I at least get a proper kiss before you start whatever you have in mind?” Bradley murmured as his hand moved up to tangle in Jean’s hair. “’Cause it looks like I’m not going to be allowed to make any demands when you start whatever.”

Jean closed the distance between their lips and allowed Bradley to kiss him the way he wanted. By the time his lips were released, his legs had turned to jelly.

“Shit, that was some kiss.” Jean gasped breathlessly as he allowed his head to fall on the soldier’s chest.

“Now you can proceed.” Bradley chuckled, his fingers slowly combing through Jean’s hair.

Jean straightened up and in a fluid, skillful manner, slipped the blindfold over Bradley’s eyes, completely cutting off his sense of sight.

“Was that really necessary?” Bradley murmured, hating that he couldn’t see Jean.

“Shut up, Bradley,” Jean growled but Bradley could feel the smile in his words. “If you must know, rendering one of your senses inactive magnifies your sexual arousal.” He explained softly. “Don’t make me gag you.”

Next, Jean tied each of Bradley’s wrists and ankles to the bedposts, leaving the knots loose in order not to cut off blood circulation. He went back to the cabinet for two nipple suckers and a feather tickler and then went back to Bradley. Without a word, he squeezed a drop of syrup onto each of Bradley’s nipples. Then he squeezed each bulb on the suckers, place each over a nipple, and then released them. The suckers stayed firmly attached to each nipple.

“Fuck.” Bradley moaned when he instantly experienced thrilling sucking sensations that increased blood flow to his nipples, making them very sensitive. “Ahhh…” There was no pain or discomfort. He felt nothing but stunning stimulation.

“How does it feel?” Jean asked.

“So good.” Bradley moaned.

Jean proceeded to adjust the thin chain between the two suckers that had attached to it a bullet-powered vibrator. He didn’t turn on the vibrator though. Not yet, he thought as he stood back and admired his handiwork. His plan was to give Bradley pleasure and not pain. And that was why he’d used the suckers instead of clamps. The continuous, simultaneous nipple suction was going to make Bradley’s nipples super-sensitive and erect for better nipple action. Jean couldn’t wait to suck on those taut peaks. He grabbed the feather tickler and begun to slowly run it down Bradley’s body as he leaned down and began to trace the outer shell of Bradley’s ear with the tip of his nose.

“Shit...” Bradley gasped, arching his back. “Jean…”

“Still not interested?” Jean whispered into Bradley’s ear as a shiver slithered down his spine from the sound of his name on Bradley’s lips. With a low moan, he followed the movement of his nose with the hot, wet sensation of his tongue.

“Oh god…” Bradley trembled. The feel of Jean’s tongue against his ear, the feathery flicks of whatever it was that Jean was rubbing over his body, and the delicious tingles within his nipples were sending his senses into a meltdown. He moaned out his pleasure as he felt his body shake with desire. “Feels so good, Jean…”

“God, I love it when you say my name like that,” Jean muttered as he straightened up.

Jean squeezed some more syrup onto Bradley’s chest, his stomach, and then onto his pulsing, leaking cock. Then he leaned down and began to sensuously lick the syrup off Bradley’s body, arousing unique sensations inside the soldier. Every spot Jean’s lips touched generated sensations that blew Bradley’s mind. He couldn’t suppress his cries of pleasure as Jean moved down his body. When Jean finally got to Bradley’s wet and pulsing erection, he stopped all movement and just stared at it in admiration.

“Have I told you how beautiful I think your cock is?” Jean breathed. All Bradley could do was moan because he could feel Jean’s breath on the head of his cock. Jean watched with fascination as Bradley thrust into the air desperately. Unconsciously, the soldier was begging for his mouth on that flesh. Bradley might feel he didn’t want to be pleasured, but he was a man first. And what man didn’t want his cock sucked? “Do you want my mouth on you?” Jean asked huskily, blowing lightly onto that pretty head and watching it jerk.

“Oh, shit…” Jean moaned as his thrusts into the air increased.

“Tell me what you want.” Jean pressed. He knew that it would be difficult for Bradley to admit what he wanted but he asked anyway. “I wouldn’t know if you don’t tell me.”

“Please…” Bradley whimpered but he still wouldn’t say anything.

“Well, since you don’t seem to know what you want…” Jean straightened up and began to undo the restraints at Bradley’s ankles…

“Jean please…” Bradley groaned so pitifully Jean grinned.

“You know what to do,” Jean said huskily. “Just tell me.”

“You know.” A pained whimper.

“No, I don’t.” Jean countered as he pushed Bradley’s legs apart to expose his twitching hole. “Since you’re not ready to tell me, I’ll just do what I want.”

With that, Jean leaned down and flicked his tongue against Bradley’s unsuspecting puckered hole.

“Holy fuck.” Bradley bellowed as his back arched off the bed but Jean kept a firm grip on the back of his thighs, keeping him open for his curious tongue. “Jean nooo…”

But Jean wasn’t even listening to the writhing soldier. If anything, Bradley rather pushed out against his mouth, giving him better access to his hungry hole. The soldier’s mouth was saying one thing but his body was saying something completely different. Jean went to town on that clean, syrupy-sweet hole and rimmed the bejesus out of it. He licked, probed with his tongue, sucked, and gave that sweet hole gentle nibbles with his teeth.

Jean was surprised at how much he loved what he was doing. He could actually feel his own cock jerking and leaking so much inside his jeans. If he’d been told some months earlier that he would be eating out a guy and getting off on it, he really didn’t know what he would have said to whoever. But there he was, doing just that. Jean loved the excitement that having his tongue against that soft, hot hole gave him. And those ecstatic sounds that were falling helplessly out of Bradley… Damn!

Suddenly, the fact that Bradley couldn’t bring himself to voice out what he wanted didn’t matter at all. Jean wanted to give him anything he wanted. He raised his head and gave two of his fingers a good lick. Then he began to push into Bradley’s hole with both fingers. And as they slid into that hot wet channel, Jean closed his mouth around the head of Bradley’s cock.

“Ahhh…” Bradley cried out at the burst of ecstasy that instantly filled him. “Shit…” His head thrashed from side to side.

Jean felt that walnut-sized gland inside Bradley and began to massage it even as he sucked relentlessly on Bradley. Bradley was big. And Jean knew he was no expert when it came to sucking cock. So he concentrated on only the head. Hearing Bradley’s cries of ecstasy sent Jean into a unique mental state that completely intensified the entire experience for him.

He felt powerful. And at that very moment, he wielded so much power over Bradley which as a dominant, Jean loved. Time to take things to a different level, Jean thought as he reached up for the switch on the bullet-powered vibrator attached to the chain between the nipple suckers.