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♫♫ I'm Henry the eighth, I am Henry the eighth, I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry (Henry) She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry Henry the eighth, I am Second verse, same as the first ♫♫

The song was loud, obnoxiously off key and the songster hadn't stopped for the last two hours. One might wonder just whom the 'artist' of the onslaught of ear torture would be? Porsche. Yes, darling Porsche. Worst. Captive. Ever. He was chained to a cement wall in a basement, shirtless and obviously banged up from fighting. On the floor was a half circle in yellow chalk marking just how far he could reach in those chains. They'd learned the hard way that getting with in striking range of this guy was bad news.

They had him there for three days now. Mean while tales of his betrayal being spread like wild fire. Kinn had been the first that the minor family's Vegas had come to, his face bruised and bloodied. Telling Kinn he had over heard Porsche on the phone with someone, saying that Kinn who was showing more than friendly interest in Porsche had taken the bait and soon he would be able to take down the Thai mafia in one move. it was a lie of course but if they wanted to get their mitts on things Porsche and Kinn needed to be at odds. Kinn distracted by his love interest stabbing him in the back then taking off would give them the time needed to get a plan in motion. That brought Porsche here, to his lovely accommodations of cinder block walls, cold floors and when h annoyed them really good, sprays with the hose of ice water.

♫♫ I'm Henry the eighth, I am Henry the eighth, I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry (Henry) She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry Henry the eighth, I am Second verse, same as the first ♫♫

" We wouldn't need to get close to just shoot him." One of the guards in the hallway said to the other two standing by with him. " The bastard told me he was a vegetarian and it was against his religion to eat meat." the third man nodded " Then told me that he was on a carnivore diet and would shit all over the place eating vegetables. Why are we keeping this punk alive again?" the first man spoke up again, " Because if this asshole turns up dead, do you know what Vegas will do to us for messing up his plans?" all three groaned in misery as Porsche started all over again with the singing.

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His pulse was pounding in his ears as he drove on, eyes drifting close every so often. "Fuck, Porsche." Yeah, no, he wasn't the one who needed to hold out. He wanted to come in that sweet ass and Porsche angling himself had him wheezing. He was close and while this was so, so good, he wanted to come, too.

"Gunna cum soon. Don't wanna, too good," he panted, driving in deep and seating himself there to feel everything before pistoning again. "Gunna cum all in you, wanna watch it drip out. You look so good and dirty when my cum drips outta you."

He was twitching, itching to just drive himself into oblivion. The pulse in his dick was in his ears and fuck, this was too good. Kinn started to drive into him again, this time without any intention of stopping. "I wanna cum. Milk it all out, Porsche, wanna feel you milking me dry."

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' Fuck. Kinn was driving him crazy with the expressions on his face, and the way that his dick felt sliding in and out of him. " Ah.. Kinn.." if his hands weren't propping his own back at that angle there would have been Porsche pulling on Kinn just to keep that closeness.

He could feel the twitching of his own cock as well as Kinn's. His breath coming in pants still holding himself back. " Yes. Fill my ass up. You fucking feel so good inside of me, Kinn." Kinn wanted him to milk that cock? That he could do rocking his hips and clenching and unclenching the muscles surrounding Kinn's cock. " Fuck... Fuck Kinn ah shit." he clenched down firmly but not so firm that Kinn couldn't keep up that driving force. " Fill my fucking hole." he growled out his head leaning back.

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Kinn was more than happy to do that. A few more thrusts, a few more seconds and Kinn was calling out, dick thickening and throbbing against the tightness of Porsche's ass, the pulses wetting him from the inside as he kept driving forward, face going through all of the expressions of euphoric bliss as he allowed himself the first orgasm since ... fuck was it Granny's house? He couldn't remember but he knew it had been a while.

Shuddering, he sucked in deep, noisy breaths, the force of his orgasm sending him into little shivers and moans as he smoothed out his hips into an easy roll, relishing in the sensation of overstimulation.

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Porsche didn't mean to be such a horny fuck the night before...wait who are we kidding yes he did. He just couldn't stop himself when it came to Kinn.

Those sounds Kinn was making as he emptied into Porsche's ass it was almost torture on Porsche's senses. He clenched his eyes shut taking everything Kinn was giving him. He couldn't moan out for fear that he would snap that ring off with the pressure that was building. He was still working his ass around Kinn, up till he felt Kinn was spent and pumping with that slow roll. Porsche was blowing breath out through his mouth in an effort to calm his dick down just a little.

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He heard the exhale and opened his eyes again, just to take in Porsche's expression. "Still horny?" Hot damn, this was fun. He slowed his motion to a stop and simply sat there, leaning over to take Porsche's mouth up into a kiss just to gauge where he was on the 'I can't take it anymore' scale.

"Anything I can do to help?" Kinn was all evil grins as he moved to lay on his side, letting his fingers play a little in the mess that was dribbling out. "I mean, I could lend a hand, if you like." He barely drew wet fingers along Porsche's cock, fascinated as to how red and swollen it was now. "Maybe if I breathe across it, you'll get some relief?"

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Porsche was in that part of his brain where he wasn't responding, not verbally. He kept with that breathing, his eyes closed. It had barely even registered that Kinn had kissed him. That stubbornness still present. He was soaked with sweat, his hands lowering his hips.

It was when Kinn touched his cock that his hand snapped out grabbing his wrist. Still not quite able to get his breath regulated, but he knew his cock was almost painfully engorged.

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As soon as his hand snapped out, Kinn decided playtime was over. As much as he wanted to keep up with the torture, because he had plans, so many lovely plans, Porsche wasn't having fun. "Shhh, it's alright." Kinn soothed, resting the flat of his hand heavily on Porsche's chest. "I've got you." It was something they could work up to, in the future.

This time, when he moved, it was with a slow purpose, moving both hands towards that stretchy material. "I'm going to get it off you, now."

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Some where in the process Porsche had bitten his own lip. " I..didn't..say stop." he got out his tongue flicking to lick at the blood. Now, it was sheerly Porsche's stubbornness. He wasn't going to puss out that easily. No. He started this with Kinn, he was going to finish it.

His breathing was still racked, " That..was only one." his eyes opening to look at Kinn. Something different in his eyes, hair plastered to his forehead.

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"Don't be an idiot," he hissed, concern growing. "You're obviously in discomfort, Porsche."

Look, Kinn was all for tit for tat, but not at the expense of losing an appendage like a finger or a toe or a dick!

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" I'm not that weak." he rattled out. " I said I am fine I am fucking fine." Porsche really could take a hell of a lot of punishment. It was one of the things that made him such a pain in the ass to even Chan.

" That..was..ONE."

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"You're a fucking psycho, you know that?" He hissed right back to Porsche, deciding that if the man wanted to torture himself, he was going to really get it.

And part of that torture was to have Kinn leave him alone completely as he snatched the lube, pouring out another measure. Kinn was grumbling to himself, trying to figure out the best positioning for this. On his side, one foot propped up, his elbow supporting his torso. He could feel his wound pull a bit but it wasn't bad. The other hand, still slick, drew a trail with one finger along his softened cock, across his scrotum and dove further beyond, his glare challenging Porsche to do something about it. His soft hitch of breath was telling; Kinn was spreading that lube around his hole, giving himself some time before he started.

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" And you still picked me, so who's more crazy here?!" he didn't miss a single punch there.

Woah wait a minute whatcha doing there Kinn? That tick of annoyance all but gone in a second watching Kinn buttering himself up like a turkey. " Come on. What are you doing?" he asked his cock giving him a good reminder of it's bonds and the fact he was still bricked up even with the bickering.

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"What does it look like I'm doing?" He sassed right back, letting his finger slip up to the first knuckle. A soft grunt punched out of him. Oddly, this was almost easier to do himself. At least he relaxed faster and he wasn't certain if it was because he knew what to expect now or that he could feel himself doing it.

Let Porsche try and do math at this point. Kinn could wait. He glanced at that angry-looking cock presented. He was going to need to wait, anyway.

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He would have bit his tongue but he'd already bitten through his lip. " It looks like you're driving me crazy." Porsche could be a little slow sometimes but it didn't take rocket science to figure this out.

" Do you want help?" he asked before his hand reached out stroking the lubed up cock. Yes, his cock was angry, it was madder than a wet hen. But no matter how angry it was, it was not nearly as stubborn as Porsche was.

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"I got this myself!" he snapped, batting Porsche's hand away. "Going to be a stupid, stubborn prick, all you get to do is watch."

Besides, this could be just as frustrating as Kinn fucking the snot out of him, anyway. Right now he was settling into the feelings he was evoking himself, the push in, the slide out, the push in deeper and slide while stretching the opposite side of his hole. That pulled a low sound from him.

Then came two fingers and he started from the beginning, just nudging his hole before putting pressure there, then feeling his muscles spread open to accept the intrusion. His mouth fell open then as his breathing quickened, the glare on his face fading to dazed and drunk.e

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" Really?" he rolled his shoulder and turned to his side resting his head on the heel of his hand. Watching Kinn had it's effects. As soon as Kinn's face turned from that annoyed look to one of him really enjoying what was happening Porsche's cock seemed to strain against the rubber again.

Fuck. Kinn was just so pretty, even if he wasn't irritated as fuck and spreading his ass just to drive Porsche crazy again. His breath quickening again, this time Porsche was going to be a little more careful. He was almost 'that guy who passed out during sex play' earlier.

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Kinn would have been so smug if he knew that part. Right now, he was distracted with working himself open. Wait, he should go in from behind, lift his leg up a bit and-- "Aah-" Kinn's head arched back as he grit his teeth slightly, feeling his fingers sink in deeper. And as his fingers sank in deeper, his balls lifted on their own while his cock filled out again. If Porsche was watching, he could almost see how far Kinn's fingers were, scissoring back out before sinking in, trying to reach deeper.

One shivering breath later, that had Kinn's cock bobbing, he pulled out, cracked an eye open to look at Porsche's cock for a moment, then pressed three fingers together to pierce himself with a long, drawn-out sound. "Ngh, Porsche-want you inside me," came the mewling plea.

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Yeeeaaah, that would be why Porsche did not tell him. Not yet at least.

Porsche was watching him like a hawk. Every move he made stretching his hole out. Fuck, his dick was about to burst like an over inflated balloon. He could feel the pulses moving down his own shaft. Shit, he was going so deep. Porsche's hand moved out of habit stroking his own cock a sharp breath sucked in.

His eyes were glued to Kinn, he was putting on one hell of a show. By this point, Porsche was sure he was going to be in trouble again. Damn it. Did that stop Porsche? Hell no. He would push it right up to the limits. Kinn made that plea, and Porsche pushed off the bed. His breathing was already coming pretty fast as he lined up his swollen cock with Kinn's open ass. Gently nudging his cock inside. It was a lot easier than Porsche thought it would be getting his cock inside at this angle.

Porsche was taking it easy, working his cock further and further bit by bit. Porsche's breath hitched his hands moving to Kinn's hips. Slow, he was going slow thrusting in to Kinn's tight hole. Moans coming from Porsche's lips as he leaned down kissing between Kinn's shoulder blades.

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He felt that large nudge and Kinn didn't even bother moderating his voice. His moan was loud and long, adding his own movements to help Porsche along. He had to look, needed to watch the expression on Porsche's face as he breached him. Kinn's face was hazed over with lust, strands of hair clinging to his dampened forehead.

"Fuckin' God, Porsche. Shit-yes." That slow easy pace had him rocking his hips back every time, back arching while he felt himself get stretched to the max. His cock was twitching like crazy when he was filled after each withdraw, the pull and push hitting the new nerves like he had electrodes attached to his ass.

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As Kinn turned to look Porsche's eyes met his, his lips parted brows furrowed. Porsche was quiet amped up, high off of the feeling that he'd endured all this time, and the way Kinn looked.

His eyes slipped down taking in the rare sight of his dick pressing and stretching Kinn's ass, before being swallowed by the tight ring. There was a moan from him he felt like he could paint Kinn's ass just from seeing that. He wasn't going to touch that cock ring until Kinn said when though. He kept rolling his hips giving himself the silent challenge of aiming his cock to hit different spots to see which Kinn liked the best.

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This was something else. He wished he had a better grasp on his words but the only thing that was coming out of his mouth were grunts and sounds that made it clear he was the one getting porked. The spots that were less sensitive he was a little quieter more favorable spots he was more vocal, and then when Porsche his that spot, Kinn cried out, back arched as he sank back as far as he could.

"There!"

He had to turn and look back, mouth open as he tried to help, shifting his hips back eagerly while Porsche moved forward.

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Porsche was thrusting away, every so often stopping to circle his dick in Kinn's hole one way, before going back the other way. Once Kinn let him know that magic spot, he gripped Kinn's hips and picked up the pace pounding into Kinn's ass " Ah Ahn. Fuck. You feel so good, you're perfect." He said his finger tips curling a little more into Kinn's hips. If they weren't restrained his balls would be slapping against Kinn.

" Oh my fuck, baby." he said keeping his aim at that spot. If he thought his dick was angry before it was so much more so now. He was moaning pretty steadily now. Almost as if he couldn't manage any thing else.

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Kinn wasn't much better in the word department. Every cry was punched out because of Porsche's thrusts and he was loving every moment of it. The melting, quivery feeling had kinn seeking more of that, his ass and thighs hitting back against his lover and shaking with every hit.

"Ahh, fuck-Porsche...Porsche I'm close," Kinn was chanting, sometimes the pronunciation lost with the pleasure that was overwhelming his senses. "I wan 'ya cumin with me. Oh fuck!"

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Porsche did not have to be told twice, his hands slipping back off Kinn's hips long enough to snap the rubber ring at the emergency break knots. Why? Because he did not want to pull out of Kinn. Once the rings were free he tossed the rubber to the ground and grabbed Kinn's hips again.

Unrestrained the Ahh sounds were louder and he was thrusting harder poking that lovely spot in the process. One hand reaching around to stroke Kinn's dick as he kept pumping into him.
" I'm with you." he got out feeling that pressure build.

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This was better than he remembered. Kinn gave another hollar at the touch to his dick and he was rocking right with Porsche, bouncing off the thrusts that were bottoming out on him. And then the end was rushing up as he felt the bang-bang-bang of Porsche's balls up against him.

Kinn had to be calling out when he came, he just didn't register it brain wise. He was fully focused on how Porsche felt inside him and the way his muscles rippled along the pulsating cock, driving that orgasm further than before.