บททั้งหมดของ Bound By His Rules {M×M}: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

ANDRADE’s POV “So students, whenever you hear someone say they have a receding hairline. Don't think it's always from the hair stylist because your genes play a major role in what your hair…” “Awwh, fuck me Bryan,” I shook my head for the fourth time, trying to get the thought out of my head. Miss Stephanie—the biology teacher—leaned over the table, staring at everyone in class as she taught us and my eyes were fixed on her as well, but I didn't understand a word that came out of her mouth. My mind kept reeling with the images of what I had been doing with myself all night. It was pleasurable, yes. Had me cumming and wanting to go again, yes. But I couldn't understand how I could drive pleasure from tools. It was extremely unlike me. And obviously, I'm not a virgin. That’s because I didn't like using tools. However, trying them for the first time felt so ecstatic, I can't even deny it. Using tools on myself was something I didn't think I would be able to do, considering that

ANDRADE’s POV What the fuck?Was this some sort of crazy hallucination?Why was Bryan's hand wrapped around my cock? “Umm–uhh, what are you talking about?” I asked, feigning ignorance.“I watched the video. You were touching yourself. With my name in your mouth. You were yearning to have me fuck you.” He said tactly.He stepped into the room, slamming the door shut while my mind ran through the possibilities of me recording myself.Then the memory of me playing with a camera came to mind. Fuck.Did I turn it on without knowing? There goes my secret fantasy.I slowly stepped backwards, hoping he would let go of my cock but he held on tighter, following me.Anxiety twisted my insides, making my stomach knot with the pooling feeling of tension surrounding my lower body. “Umm–why–ple–” the words rolled out of my mouth, making no sense to me yet I said them anyway. My legs didn't stop moving and Bryan didn't let go of my penis either. Beads of sweat rolled down my spine in fear—fear l

NOTE: The remaining two chapters are in DUAL pov reading style. Ensure to read carefully. This will leave you aching so badly that you may yearn for a release. And I’ve used this sign (~~~~~) to break each character’s thoughts or parts.Be careful… Heads up… And we’re starting from Andrade. ANDRADE AND BRYAN’s POV Hearing those words, I wrapped my hand around Bryan's perfectly shaped ass, holding on to either side as I thrusted myself harder into him. Our thighs slammed into each other in loud claps, making the butt plug fall out of my ass. Bryan's cheeks glided over me, his body falling forward as his legs grew weak. We kept at the current position, with Bryan almost buckled above me and then I pulled out.~~~~~My face flushed, my core pulsating from the loss of Andrade's cock. But then he rounded my body, grabbing my waist.He pushed my head forward, keeping my ass high in the air in an arched position—a collapsed doggy. And in this position, he plunged deeper into me, making

1 ~ An Ordinary Errand. JULIAN’s POVI should have been given a heads-up about how hard it is to get hired for internships. Because I've spent the entire weekend typing drafts after drafts of letters to different companies. Every time I click “send” on my keyboard button, my fingers grow numb.It is exhausting.It's been hell trying to get past the week without receiving a rejection letter. Even my Dad says his company isn't open for internships. I am already giving up the idea.Afterall, if I don't find a company that'll hire me, my dad will surely help me out. He must.Unlike other children who like hanging out with their peers, I prefer hanging out with my dad because living with him is nothing short of exciting, even if we didn't spend every hour of the day with each other. And at 19, all I do is watch series, play video games and play the roles of an assistant whenever I can.And honestly, seeing him work his ass out to send me to school is more than enough reason to respect h

3 ~ Lingering Shadows. JULIAN’s POV The moment I arrived home, I threw my body on the bed like the impact of my fall would knock the damn scene out of me. My body is still reacting to the thought and I hate myself for it. I couldn't eat lunch, as my stomach churned terribly since I got back from the office. The only thing that made it less painful was the softness of my sheets beneath me. I inhale and exhale, hoping my body will calm down from its arousal but that only edges me even more. My father's devoted sucking replays in my mind like a broken movie on repeat. Mr. Draven’s soft, measured groans like he was silently commanding my father to keep sucking him. Shame creeps up my cheeks, making me snap my eyes shut and burying my face in my sheets. The harder I try to shove the memory out of my mind, the longer it lingers in my head. But so does a little bit of curiosity. Why does it turn me on even though I find it disgusting? Why can't I stop thinking about it