Take a look
From Create Your Own Story
With a devious grin, Dez glanced up and down the hall, then eased the door open, just to get a little peek.
Jan was lying on his back in the middle of his bed, tied spread-eagle to the bedposts, his body writhing and twisting...and he was completely alone. After a second, Dez stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Jan looked over at him, his face flushed and sweaty, his fine silver-green hair tangled and damp with sweat, his spring green eyes wide and--Dez could hardly believe it--afraid.
"Jan, what's going on?" Dez asked. Jan arched his back, his cock sticking straight up, and cried out again before falling back against the wrinkled sheets, gasping for breath.
"He- he put a spell on me," Jan gasped out, his voice quavering. "I can't- I can't come. Please, help me!" Dez stepped closer.
"Who did this to you?" he asked.
"Nae- Naeven. Dez, please!"
"I don't know what he did," Dez said, stopping at the end of the bed. "Even if I did--What is that?" There was something in Jan's ass, held in place by thin leather straps.
"Take it out!" Jan screamed, arching up off the bed again. Dez scrambled up onto the bed, untied the straps and grabbed the base of the implement shoved inside Jan. Whatever it was vibrated, making his entire arm tingle. Dez imagined how that must feel and shuddered, his cock hardening. He pulled, the long, slender phallus sliding out of Jan, and Jan collapsed on the bed.
"Thank you," Jan gasped. "Thank you. Oh, praise Maele, I thought I was going to die." Dez found a switch on the bottom and turned the thing off before tossing it on the bed beside Jan. "Could you untie me, please?"
Dez should...
