“Where are you taking me?” Erik asked, more out of curiosity than concern. He was naked, rock-hard and blindfolded. Justin had taken him on a circuitous tour of the entire downstairs of the house and he was more than a bit disoriented.
“Don’t worry. If you’re good, I might take the blindfold off when we get there,” Justin gave a low chuckle in reply. Blindfold? It was Erik’s own shirt tied so it covered his eyes. They’d stopped in each room and Justin had drawn Erik close to him and they’d kissed as Justin removed one item of Erik’s clothing, starting with his shirt. Now, Erik’s cock throbbed and occasionally bumped against his thigh, further distracting him, but also adding to the slight indignity of the situation. But Justin’s hand was warm and steady, his grip firm and Erik felt safe.
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