shoulder, emulating Bruce. "That he's got a dungeon and the folk who get to go in there don't get to come out. If you ask me, that all sounds like murder. If there's a body in there, we'll have even more evidence."
Peter opened his mouth, closed it, then said, "I don't remember telling you any of this."
Bruce snorted. "Case is a genius." With those words, ones Casey loved to hear, he tested the door handle. It was unlocked.
"Seems funny for a door to a private area to be unlocked, doesn't it?" Casey asked.
Bruce turned to look upon him, his eyes glinting, a smile on his face which made him look frightening. "Oh, you can bet you're nicotine inhaler we're walking into a trap. Isn't it fantastic?"
Casey couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle. "How do you know?"
"You trust me, don't you?"
"With my life."
"Good." Bruce un-holstered his weapon. "Then believe me when I say, get ready for some action." Bruce pulled the handle and burst open the door, running into the building.
Casey followed.
Inside, there was a long hallway, well lit and clinical. No objects obstructed their path. In fact, nothing could be seen at all except for a door at the far end and one to the right, also at the far end.
Silence found Casey's ear.
His foreskin tingled even more, almost to the point of hurting. What the fuck was going on? He had never experienced the tingling this bad before. Why was his foreskin doing it now, of all times. He scratched his groin, breaking the quiet.
Without turning, Bruce said, "Your hood still tingling, buddy?"
"Worse than ever."
"Perhaps it's a warning tingle, you--"
Bruce couldn't finish his sentence. From God knows where, and while Casey was momentarily distracted with scratching himself, the security guard they had come to know as John, pounced on him.
"Bruce!" Casey bolted to action, running toward the two men who were locked in a bear hug and rolling around on the floor.
Bruce's weapon flew from his hand, careening across the polished tiles to end up at the doors at the far end of the hallway. Although, his partner wasn't defenceless. He had John in a head lock within a matter of seconds. A heartbeat after that, and even before Casey could get to them proper, he had pulled him around so that he was facing the ceiling, Bruce underneath him.
"Join with him, Case! Join with him!"
Casey got to them. It was true, he could dock with John, Bruce had got him into the perfect position. "It's called docking, you know," he said, coming so he was kneeling at their feet, already at his zipper.
John continued to struggle, to no avail. Bruce was too strong, too well trained. "Okay, whatever it's called, just do it. I don't fancy having this bloke on top of me much longer. He stinks like some cheap hooker."
John yelled out something incomprehensible. Bruce brought one of his arms around so he could silence him, put a head lock on him while restraining him with the other. The hold on the guard wasn't as tight as Casey would have like, the man kicked and thrashed like a child wanting to get out of eating his greens, but still, he had to perform the docking.
He went to Johns pants, unzipped him and found his cock all with one fluid motion. The man was well endowed, not too thick, not too long, and with a long foreskin, too. Perfect to dock with. Then again, what guy wasn't?
The man continued to struggle. Casey had his cock ready, too. All he had to do was make the connection, touch foreskins, to steady the man, so Bruce didn't need to keep restraining him for dear life.
"Can you hurry it up, Case? My arms are killing me, here."
Casey shuffled closer, parting both Bruce's and John's legs so he could get into position, make sure the connection could be made without having to lie on top of John and make matters even more difficult for his partner. Sure, he was getting beaten on his sides by both of their limps as they flailed, but still, he had to accomplish what he set out to do. For his partner's sake at the
Peter opened his mouth, closed it, then said, "I don't remember telling you any of this."
Bruce snorted. "Case is a genius." With those words, ones Casey loved to hear, he tested the door handle. It was unlocked.
"Seems funny for a door to a private area to be unlocked, doesn't it?" Casey asked.
Bruce turned to look upon him, his eyes glinting, a smile on his face which made him look frightening. "Oh, you can bet you're nicotine inhaler we're walking into a trap. Isn't it fantastic?"
Casey couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle. "How do you know?"
"You trust me, don't you?"
"With my life."
"Good." Bruce un-holstered his weapon. "Then believe me when I say, get ready for some action." Bruce pulled the handle and burst open the door, running into the building.
Casey followed.
Inside, there was a long hallway, well lit and clinical. No objects obstructed their path. In fact, nothing could be seen at all except for a door at the far end and one to the right, also at the far end.
Silence found Casey's ear.
His foreskin tingled even more, almost to the point of hurting. What the fuck was going on? He had never experienced the tingling this bad before. Why was his foreskin doing it now, of all times. He scratched his groin, breaking the quiet.
Without turning, Bruce said, "Your hood still tingling, buddy?"
"Worse than ever."
"Perhaps it's a warning tingle, you--"
Bruce couldn't finish his sentence. From God knows where, and while Casey was momentarily distracted with scratching himself, the security guard they had come to know as John, pounced on him.
"Bruce!" Casey bolted to action, running toward the two men who were locked in a bear hug and rolling around on the floor.
Bruce's weapon flew from his hand, careening across the polished tiles to end up at the doors at the far end of the hallway. Although, his partner wasn't defenceless. He had John in a head lock within a matter of seconds. A heartbeat after that, and even before Casey could get to them proper, he had pulled him around so that he was facing the ceiling, Bruce underneath him.
"Join with him, Case! Join with him!"
Casey got to them. It was true, he could dock with John, Bruce had got him into the perfect position. "It's called docking, you know," he said, coming so he was kneeling at their feet, already at his zipper.
John continued to struggle, to no avail. Bruce was too strong, too well trained. "Okay, whatever it's called, just do it. I don't fancy having this bloke on top of me much longer. He stinks like some cheap hooker."
John yelled out something incomprehensible. Bruce brought one of his arms around so he could silence him, put a head lock on him while restraining him with the other. The hold on the guard wasn't as tight as Casey would have like, the man kicked and thrashed like a child wanting to get out of eating his greens, but still, he had to perform the docking.
He went to Johns pants, unzipped him and found his cock all with one fluid motion. The man was well endowed, not too thick, not too long, and with a long foreskin, too. Perfect to dock with. Then again, what guy wasn't?
The man continued to struggle. Casey had his cock ready, too. All he had to do was make the connection, touch foreskins, to steady the man, so Bruce didn't need to keep restraining him for dear life.
"Can you hurry it up, Case? My arms are killing me, here."
Casey shuffled closer, parting both Bruce's and John's legs so he could get into position, make sure the connection could be made without having to lie on top of John and make matters even more difficult for his partner. Sure, he was getting beaten on his sides by both of their limps as they flailed, but still, he had to accomplish what he set out to do. For his partner's sake at the
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