Boy Toy

Excerpt

There would be days when Lefkos and I would turn on Jeffers, make him our prey. We would stand shoulder to shoulder, Lefkos and I, grinning wolfishly at the hapless gardener. He would curse bitterly, the muscles in his mighty shoulders knotting, his eyes glittering in lustful apprehension. Lefkos would bare his teeth and growl, deep in his chest, and I would follow him, snarling like a hungry, sex-crazed beast.

Jeffers would stand poised as we circled closer and closer, then he would break and run, crashing through the undergrowth and into the cover of the trees. Lefkos and I, intent on running him to ground, worked in tandem like ravenous beasts, communicating without speech, dashing after him in hot pursuit. Animal-like, I sniffed the air, caught the spicy scent of Jeffers, his sweat splashed on the leaves, tiny, glistening drops of honey oozing out of him, dripping on the ground, gleaming in the tall grasses. He knew his fate and ran, cock hard, balls drawn up tight between his legs, doomed before he started.

We’d run him hard, Lefkos and I, driving him in ever tighter circles. We would crouch among the undergrowth, watching, waiting until the big man lumbered by, chest heaving, sweat streaming off his heroic body. We would wait until he dared to stop for breath, then leap out at him, teasing, threatening, our bulging hard-ins pointing at him like doom. Jeffers would tense, biceps flexing, thick pecs knotting in empty threat, then stagger on, the sight of his straining body making us even hornier.

And then, at last, he would stumble, drop to his knees, head hanging, shoulders slumped in defeat. And we were on him, pushing him to the ground, whooping our savage triumph. Together we flipped him over onto his back, and I dropped down at his head, digging my knees into the thick mounds of his biceps, pinning his arms. Lefkos grabbed Jeffers by the ankles, scissoring his mighty legs wide, lifting his ass high in the air.

Once trapped, Jeffers would obey every command, no matter how difficult. Once Lefkos had the gardener’s ass in position, he released the man’s ankles, but the position was held, even though Jeffers’ body trembled with the strain. Lefkos stood above him then, drizzling gobs of spit down onto the quivering pink pucker tucked in behind Jeffers’ come-bloated balls. The little mouth flexed tight, then slowly gaped, blooming to show glimpses of his glistening, blood pink interior.