"I don't trust you won't try to touch me, or yourself."

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(Mature content)

As Simon's shirt opens up, to reveal his pale slender torso, he instantly reaches up to grasp at Dexter's white tee, but Dexter is quick to bat the hand away. "Wait!" He says, his voice firm and authoritative as if Simon were a disobedient dog. Simon retracts the hand, getting a small thrill from being scalded.

Dexter now carries on with Simon's undress, as the shirt is pulled down over his shoulders and down his arms, with Dexter allowing Simon to help with the cause...just a little by lifting himself up from the bed a fraction.

The button and zipper are next to be unfastened on the denim and Simon feels paralysed at not being able to do anything but grant Dexter full control. He wanted to do the same to the handsome escort towering over him, to feel the purchace he had paid for, but at the same time, this denial felt all the more tempting. Dexter was his forbidden fruit.

The jeans are pulled down Simon's slender pail thighs. To reveal the last garmet wrapped so snuggly around his wanten manhood.

Simon looks up at Dexter once again as he straddles his body over Simon's hips, adjusting his position. The client could feel the sensual glide of the escort's stiff jeans over the thin material. Now the underwear felt so tight against Simon's throbbing erection that he was on the cusp of begging for Dexter to relieve him of them.

"Please...pull them off me, I'm so fucking hard right now." Simon whines. The words cause a tiny hum from the man sitting almost forgotten on the armchair in the corner of the room. He finds purchase on the arm rests, resisting the urge to touch his own pleasure. Not just yet...

Dexter glances over to Jack who was trying ever so hard to not look unphased by the show unfolding, but Dexter knew how Jack ticked. That eternal conflict in his mind. The battle between desire and shame. "Shh now Simon, what's the hurry? Our guest wants a show and we will give him one." He now turns back to the man on the bed.

"Hey, I'm the one who has paid..." Simon begins but a long index finger is now placed over his lips, halting his protests.

"I said hush. Do as you're told!" He sees the slight bite of the lip under the pad of his finger. Simon now stays quiet. Dexter removes his finger, replacing it once again with a kiss. His tongue delves deep into the inviting mouth before finally giving the client what he craved.

Now sitting back up, he slowly teases the underwear lower and lower causing Simon to moan as the elastic of the fitted pants grazes past the sensitive yet firmness of his erection, before they are eased down his legs and discarded completely.

Dexter notices the head is already glistening. He takes a hand to the stiff penis, forming a ring with his finger and thumb around the tip, coaxing out just a little more fluid. "Mmmfuck" comes the moan from the receivers lips at the action.

Dexter again smirks at the result of his doing, but not so much that how the client was enjoying it, but more so for the other man, still sitting seemingly unaffected to the unsuspecting eye. That is until he clocked the heated throbbing between his thighs.

Dexter now moves his legs from the male. Stepping back off of the bed. He takes a hand to his tight white tshirt and pulls it over his head. Both Simon and Jack seem to hitch a breath simultaneously, with Jack feeling a spark of pleasure rush through his shaft. He could feel his own underwear dampening as his tip brushes against the strained fabric shrouding his penis, but he still remained statuesque. All in good time.

Next were the tight jeans. Dexter begins to undo the clasp and undo his fastenings around his arousal. He begins to pull the belt from the loops. "Remember that safe word." Dexter repeats as he lays the leather belt on the bed next to Simon's already sweat glistened body. He runs a hand up Simon's outer thigh. The touch is as soft as a flower petal. It made Simon shudder at the delicate way his skin electrified at the sensation. A complete contrast to when the same hand ends at Simon's throat, fingers pressing in, just under the jawline, causing a shortening of breath.

Simon lay there surrendered to the action, his hands resting either side of his head, with no attempt at resisting the stronghold. Dexter grins. He could tell he would be having fun with this. The taster he had with the man before, gave him the inkling that he was this kind of guy. Now he wanted to know how far he could take it.

Jack looks at Dexter in wonder. He was unaware he had this side to him. The thought alone excited and scared him at the same time. Would Dexter do this to him if he asked? What would Dexter do for the right price?

The hand is released and a strange gasp can be heard from Simon's lips, accompanied by a "fuck" as the slight asphyxiation causes his penis to harden just that little bit more.

He is now being manhandled, with his shoulder being pushed to one side, so Simon is eventually resting on his front. His arms are being pulled around his back "I don't trust you won't try to touch me, or yourself." Dexter says with a wicked grin only Jack could see, as he takes the belt from the bed and proceeds to wrap it around Simon's wrists and pulling it tight.

"I still can't touch you?" Simon whines, looking up and over his shoulder at the beautiful skin just a touch away. A touch he had now been denied.

"Maybe? Maybe not. Depends." Dexter replies with a wicked grin on his face.

"On what? I'll do anything!" Simon's voice now sounding needy and desperate.

Dexter looks back at Jack, who couldn't deny his penis anymore as he ran a palm over the clothed surface. "Let's make our good friend here, cum like he's never cum before." His eyes meet with Dexter's, at his words of conviction. The eye contact undeniably caused a thrill to rush through Jack's mind and coarse through his body. He knew he was in for one hell of a performance...