Chapter 143: The tears of a Field Guide
Kellen could not believe what the Captain had agreed to. As soon as these demons had gotten permission, Kellen found himself in the most compromising positions possible.
Kellen was pressed against a wall, table, desk, floor, bench, a clear pane of glass. Every situation had him pressed against another surface, and the Captain. It then got worse. If Kellen had thought that him being pressed against the Captain was going to be bad, he had no idea how bad it was going to get.
They had the two of them in positions Kellen had seen in sex books, and had never done. The Captain hiked Kellen’s legs into the air, over his shoulder as he stared down at him. Kellen had his shirt splayed open, his chest for everyone to see. The next one had Kellen’s legs wide open, him holding them back as the Captain pressed in, hard enough that Kellen could feel the outline of his cock against his ass. The Captain’s smile then was particularly devious. And it only got worse from there.
They had their hands all over each other, gripping asses, tits, hair pulling, lip biting, kissing, groping, and the Captain pretending to bite Kellen’s neck like a fucking vampire. There was another where the Captain was behind Kellen, covering his mouth with his hand and pretending as if he was...jerking him off.
Honestly, it didn’t feel like this was for the calendar at this point, and was just for their personal interests.
The last one wasn’t that bad, but it did set Kellen off. The Captain picked him up like he weighed nothing, hoisting him into his arms with his hands firmly on his ass. Kellen felt his hands like a brand, and knew his face had to be bright red. The Captain’s outfit was askew, and no one was correcting it. Kellen had to pretend to rip open his shirt, while the Captain had to pretend he was going to bite Kellen. Before they set up for the shot, Kellen felt his face flush at the filthy smile on the Captain’s lips. He was loving giving them a show, and Kellen knew that he was done being treated like an object.
It was the Captain’s turn now.
"It’s your turn." Kellen told him as the Captain put him down. He chuckled.
"Finally had enough, huh?" He nodded, and the Captain released him easily.