Marrying Darkiplier

Chapter Twenty-Eight: You Don't Own Me

Sean could only stare at the shot in Natemare's raised hand. The content was orange but something white was coiled within it. The next of Verine's boys moved up to the table, causing Sean to inhale sharply. He tried to pull his legs up, but his legs were stretched out across the bar and closed. He was happy for that, until Natemare wedged the little plastic cup between his enclosed legs just under his balls. Verine's boys clapped the man on the back and teased him, but he didn't seem all that concerned by it. Verine's hands tightened on Sean's arms, pinning them firmly to the bar, before he whispered to him playfully. "Dark must be going crazy downstairs with all your screaming." Sean shot a glare at him, but his attention rapidly shifted to the man. The man leapt up onto the bar, bracing over Sean on all fours. Flashing him a wicked grin, the man sank into a bow over his crotch. A hiss left Sean the second he felt the man's cheek against his balls. The slurping sounds filled Sean's mind with dirty thoughts that were nurtured by Verine purring into his ear. "Does Dark suck you off? He's never seemed the type to me, but I'd bet he'd be good at it." One of Verine's hands began to stroke Sean's chest, feeling out the curves to slow Sean's breathing as he added teasingly. "Watching his muscles flex while he does it... You ever stroke your hand down his back while he, does it? A little encouragement goes a long way with the big boys."

Verine winked at him, and Sean shied away. Closing his eyes, he tried to push everything from his mind, but Verine had gotten into his head. He had planted the image and there was no taking it back. He could almost feel Dark's warm lips kissing trails down his stomach to his thighs. His loose dark bangs shrouding his eyes, his back muscles flexing as he moved in the light coming from the fireplace back home. The man between his legs jerked his head up to reveal the intact gummy worm and no more Jello in the cup. His warm breath puffing over Sean's cock at the wrong time of his little daydream that coaxed a pleasured moan from Sean. Everyone fell silent from it, watching Sean blush a bright red. While from downstairs a rumbling growl shook the windows upstairs. Verine's tail flicked calmly behind him, a grin pulling at his lips when he told the others. "That's the passion I was waiting for." Nudging the guy off the bar, Natemare warned Verine seriously. "You better be careful. Teasing Darkiplier is one thing but making him think you are doing something to Sean could get you killed." Sitting around the rim of the pool, Anti interjected lightly. "Hate to cut your little party short... but we've arrived in your realm. And... Dark is going to start melting that stripper pole if you make Sean moan like that again."

Pouting, Verine huffed out. "Ugh, things were just getting fun. Fine." Sean exhaled in relief, turning his attention to Anti. No one was watching him. Everyone was bustling about dressing Sean or pleading with Verine for one more shot. None of them but Sean noticed Anti throw back a shot, before the glass slipped from his fingers and splashed into the pool. Anti then stared at his hand, flexing his fingers slowly like they hurt him to do it. When Anti felt eyes on him, he turned to see Sean and quickly slipped away down the stairs. He didn't know what was going on with him, but something felt wrong. He could sense it in his gut. He couldn't dwell on it too long though, because Verine pulled him off the bar and chuckled aloud. "Let's get you dressed and set off this tour with a bang!" The boys laughed, but Sean swallowed nervously. He just couldn't tell if Verine was joking or not. Leaving them to dress him, Verine flustered his leather wings and slipped out to prepare his realm for the chaos to come. Natemare got him dressed in his sexy attire and did his make-up while the other boys looked on in awe of him. Out of all of them, Russell was the one to ask Natemare curiously. "Has Verine seen him in this?"

Both Natemare and Sean shook their heads. After which, Natemare answered casually. "No one but me has so far. That will change tonight." Swallowing, Sean glanced down at the golden chains that clung loosely around his ribcage and thighs. The leather thong and sheer white loincloth still made him blush. Tugging on his sheer black fingerless gloves, while Natemare buckled the thick cuffs to his ankles and wrists, Sean mumbled out. "Natemare... I... I don't know if I can do this..." Natemare froze while buckling the last ankle cuff, glancing up to tell the giggling guys. "Give us a moment." Russell got the hint and ushered the complaining guys downstairs. Once they were gone, Sean exhaled out a bit shaken up. "I can't go out in this... for them to see... I... What if they kill Dark? What if I mess up and make him look bad?" Sean took a deep breath to add more, but Natemare quickly covered his mouth. Carefully pushing Sean back against the bar, Natemare lowered his voice to whisper to him privately. "You're scared. I get it. But the last person you need to worry about is Darkiplier." Natemare's free hand moved up along Sean's side. His knuckles trailing over the soft exposed skin, causing the chains to jingle blissfully.