four sordid rooms | harper & beau
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âItâs okay, itâs okay.â Beau reached out to cup Harperâs face again, pressing his hot, feverish forehead against the younger manâs. âYouâll be okay because Iâm here with you, baby, and âcause youâre stronger than you think. You can take more than you think, okay? Just keep your eyes on me.â He kissed Harperâs stretched-open mouth, their laboured gasps exchanging back and forth between them. Beauâs direction that Harper should only look at him was a necessary one; although it wasnât uncommon for clients to have sex with clients in the lounge, the kind of perversions and pain that Fritz and Franz were inflicting were normally behind closed doors. Everybody else in the lounge couldnât help but watch the two staff membersâ faces screwed up in agony, the studded and knobbed cocks wrecking their helpless cunts.
Fritz, realizing that Beau would never be able to fuck himself hard enough on the thick, misshapen shaft of his dick, grabbed the blondâs hips and started to slam him down with an animal howl. This seemed to galvanize Franz into action as well, and he shoved forward so that Harper and Beau crashed together, their bare angular shoulders dovetailing and their dark and light heads drooping together like heavy blooms, jostling against each other as they were railed with a ferocity that drew more than looks from other men in the lounge. In the moments when their own cries and pleas and the slapping of skin receded, Harper and Beau could hear other voices, coming closer:
yeah, give it to that little bitch, make him take it all
look how that tight pussy got destroyed! i bet it tastes so sweet now
slap them, make their mouths bloody too for when they suck cock
âŠgonna take a turn on that once these guys are done
The last one particularly sent an icy shudder up Beauâs spine. He knew how easily a group of horny men could form a mob and he knew what happened when you were the target of all that remorseless lust. He had to get Harper out of here, somehow, before Connieâs brother found out as well.
Go along with the client. That was something he had taught himself the first day he had entered the Haus of Perses, and yet there were times that prison seemed less terrifying than the place he had decided to work. Not all clients were like the two men ramming into them, cold and careless, some had wishes and needs that were lighter and easier to fulfill. Harper tended to enjoy a nice middle ground, something exciting without too much vanilla, but this was stepping into a territory that he hadnât been used to. His body was being pushed to itâs limits, his hole feeling stretched and raw with each and ever drag of the manâs cock inside of him. He had to focus on Beau- his brotherâs ex who had taken care of him up to this point. Any other time in his life, he would have pushed otherâs away, told them he didnât need to be watched over, that he could handle himself, but at the moment he wasnât the one that knew what was best.
Just as he was about to give the other a nod, he was being slammed into, feeling the man bottom out on him as the ravenette and blondeâs bodies were pushed together, sharp angles forced into sharp angles. He was giving little gaspy breathes between cries of pain, unsure which noises were his own and which noses were Beaus or the people that were beginning to surround them. This was his fault- he had got them into this situation in an attempt to make the torture by Franz and Fritz stop. They had been at this all day- just playing around, and now that it was coming to  close, Harper couldnât force it to stop fast enough.Â
His body rocked back slightly as much as he could with each thrust, wanting to just collapse into a bed as he focused his lips on Beauâs own, nipping at his bottom lip gently, on hand pulling away from Franz grasp to place it on Beauâs side wanting to touch the blond and center himself.

















