Pranks | Muke

Chapter Twenty-three

-Michael's point of view-

Nobody can escape deception.

It has happened to us all; for me, of course, it would have to be Mr. Smith. But he's gone now. Yet I have also deceived people before as well. Pranking I suppose would be one example. Maybe I've subconsiously deceived Luke by saying there was no cereal left when I just wanted the last bowl for myself. Or maybe I deceived him when I said that I lost the key to the handcuffs (again).

Luke grabbed my free arm, then starting from my wrist, left little kisses going up to my elbow. I blushed. "I feel like a king."

"Then what does that make me?" Luke left a lingering kiss on my shoulder.

"A king as well, stupid."

With my tingly and slightly wet arm, I grabbed Luke's waist and shifted him a little closer to me. He grinned. "What are we the kings of?" He said.

"Take a wild guess."

"Sex?"

I hesitated. "No."

"Pranking."

"Yes. But I actually prefer your first guess."

Luke kissed my lips this time. "What about we're kings of each; one of them assigned to each of us."

I kissed Luke back and smiled. "Then who's who?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Luke said.

**

I leaned back on the grass. I could feel the blood flowing out of my arm at an uncomfortable rate due to the position, but I ignored it. It was dark, because Luke and I only go out after dark now, and I could see the stars and the moon clearly. Luke cuddled up against me. Today, like all days, we were going to do something new. Instead of just one of us being handcuffed to a tree, we both were. That would make things interesting.

Luke's handcuff was clipped just under my own on the thin tree. This was done purposefully, because how can you top when your handcuff is on the bottom?

"If this gets uncomfortable," I said, "just go with it. It's not like I can move."

Luke nodded. "I'm ready."

I shifted myself as best I could to line my penis with Luke's bum. We'd done the preparation with lube and such earlier. Without a second to waste, I entered myself. Luke moaned quietly. "Is the position okay?"

"No." Luke groaned. "But don't stop."

I pulled myself out, and then went back in again. And again. And again. The rattling of our metal handcuffs moved in sync with our moans. I thrusted again. "I'm getting turned on by the noise of the handcuffs, Luke!"

Luke wriggled his arm, which made a load roar of the rattling metal chains. "Harder, Michael!"

I thrusted again. And again. The moans soon became louder than the handcuffs. With my free hand that previously rested on the ground, I tickled Luke's waist. He made a sound that was in the middle of a groan and a laugh. Then, between thrusts, I slid it up to his shoulder. I thrusted again. "Move the handcuffs again."

Luke did as told. He waved his free hand in the air manically. The noise that came from him! "Is that," he moaned, "okay?"

I took my hand off of his shoulder and grabbed his hand that was in the air. "No. Moan!" I continued to thrust. Luke moaned. I moaned back.

I felt as Luke grew weaker underneath me. I thrusted a little quicker than before, and then quicker than that. My pace was increasing. Judging by the way Luke practically crumbled into the grass, and the way the handcuffs collided against each other even harder, I'd done well. I thrusted again.