Louis' Point Of View
I was enjoying myself. But then he pushed me off and dealt with his problem .
"I need to pee." He whimpered. He. Had. To. Fucking. Pee. In the middle of sex. He had to pee!
"Second room to your left. Go down the first hallway in front of this door." I grumbled.
He ran off.
After a moment I cussed realizing I sent him to my play room. I slip on boxers before quickly walking down the hall.
Chaston's Point of View
I quickly jog to the room Louis told me, desperately hoping it was a bathroom.
When I open the door, which were shaking at the fact I had to fucking pee out an ocean, it was not a bathroom.
At this point of time, I wish I never even left to go pee.
The room was pitch black except for a dim red light shining over, what seemed to be a large bed. But the light only revealed a meter and a half wide circle in the middle on the bed.
Before I could turn on the light , it went black.
Suddenly, a black silk cloth was over my eyes and tied behind my head tightly.
"W-What?" I gasped. A warm breath tickled the hair behind my ear, sending a stiffening shudder down my spine.
"Let's play." Louis mumbled darkly in my ears.
I was suddenly pushed twice, once to get me closer to something and the other to push me face first onto a bed.
"L-Louis I still need to pee!" I whimpered.
I heard some shuffling before he dealt with my problem before I could feel it.
"Pee." He ordered. So I did. I sighed in relief, hearing it hit a container.
"Alright. " He grumbled as he cleaned me up then ripped off my clothes. I shuddered at the damp room stinging my skin. "Play time."
SORRY I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SHORT BUT I'M THINKING ABOUT DELETING IT BUT I'LL DIE IF I DO
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Chasing Chaston
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