Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 35: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Begging for it!

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Clad in boxer briefs and a t-shirt, Bradley slowly made his way up the stairs after a quick shower. He wasn’t really into massages but he just wanted to humour Jean. The silly doctor obviously wanted to impress him with his silly bed. Well, he had nothing to lose. He would have a quick feel of the magic bed and then come back to his room for a well-deserved nap. Thanks to the hot tub and champagne, he was virtually in a lethargic state.

When Bradley entered Jean’s room, he was nowhere in sight. He was obviously taking a shower, Bradley thought as he made his way to the seating area. He heard the sound of a phone ringing but ignored it. He made himself comfortable, closed his eyes, and allowed the soothing chords of the Handel’s violin to wash over him.

“Hey, come on up.” Bradley heard Jean call out and opened his eyes to see a towel-clad Jean climbing the short stairs to his loft. He had to make a conscious effort not to stare at the hot, half-naked man.

When Bradley got to the loft, Jean was speaking to someone on his land-line telephone, which was on his bedside table. He sat on the bed to patiently wait for Jean to finish speaking and show him the bed’s so-called magical qualities but Jean covered the mouthpiece of the phone and whispered;

“Sorry, I need to take this.” He apologized. “Get on your back.” Jean gestured to the middle of the bed. “Yes, I get that part, Tom. I remember them telling us we need reinforcement. So why are they saying it can’t be done now?” Jean asked whoever he was speaking to.

Bradley climbed into the warm bed and got on his back as Jean turned on more knobs till the bed began to vibrate. He then pressed some numbers on a computer-like gadget attached to the bed and grinned when Bradley closed his eyes and gasped. He knew the effect the bed could have on a person’s body. But for his call, he’d have teased the hell out of Bradley. He really wished he could end the call but he didn’t have any choice but to listen to what Tom had to say since he was in charge of an important project for his hospital. Jean pulled the white tufted ottoman from its place at the foot of the bed, to the side of the bed, and sat on it, listening to Tom whilst watching Bradley. It was obvious the soldier was having the massage of his life.

Bradley didn’t think he’d ever felt anything so good. It almost felt as if hands were reaching all parts of his body to knead his tired muscles. Nowhere was left untouched. He could have sworn both his insides and his flesh were being stimulated. He felt it right down to his toes. Bradley completely let himself go and enjoyed the massage, oblivious to Jean’s intent stare. When a particular jolt rocketed through him, Bradley arched his back and let out a loud gasp.

“Shiiit! Feels so good.” He moaned as he shuddered.

Beside Bradley, Jean no longer looked amused. He looked flushed as he watched the man on his bed. There was something about the blissed-out look on Bradley’s face and the sounds that were falling out of his throat that he found so blatantly sexual. He didn’t miss the unabashed evidence of Bradley’s arousal either. That tented shorts showed just how much he was enjoying the bed. Jean felt his own cock stir and cursed low in his throat. Getting aroused had definitely not been his plan.

“I’m here,” Jean responded when Tom asked whether he was still on the line. The call suddenly became his lifeline at that moment. Hopefully, talking to Tom would get his mind off his rapidly hardening cock. But in no time at all, Jean realized that he couldn’t even concentrate on what the man was saying. He was completely riveted on Bradley. “Listen, Tom why don’t I call you back?” Jean rasped to the man who was going over some figures.

“Err…sure.” Tom clearly sounded surprised. “Is everything alright boss?”

“Everything is fine, Tom. Talk to you later.” Jean replaced the receiver in its cradle, causing Bradley to open his eyes.

“Dude, this is some shit.” Bradley moaned, turning his head to look at Jean who sat on the ottoman with legs apart like a typical guy. “Every inch of my body is getting a workout. Even my balls.” Eyes that were heavy with pleasure unconsciously ran over Jean. “You didn’t lie. This thing is…” Bradley trailed off when his gaze fell on the pulsing erection between Jean’s legs, which happened to be in his line of vision due to the position he was in. The sudden heat that flared within him had nothing to do with the massage the bed was giving him. “Jean…” He breathed, his attention riveted on that wide glistening pierced knob. Bradley felt his hole twitch in response to that carnal visual. He licked suddenly dry lips.

“What?” Jean croaked.

But Bradley couldn’t speak. He simply stared at that beautiful weapon that he’d come to adore. Maybe it was because of what the massage bed was doing to him, maybe it was because he was still tipsy from all that champagne but the need that slammed into him was like nothing he’d ever felt. He went granite hard. A whimper left Bradley’s throat when his gaze moved back up to Jean’s eyes, the message in his eyes clear… He wanted that cock.

The two men stared at each other. Jean’s eyes had gone dark with arousal whilst Bradley’s were filled with lust, undisguised need, and beseech. But neither man moved from his position. Had it not been for the soothing classical music playing in the background and the soft hum of the bed, the room would have been dead quiet. Jean could feel himself shaking with the intensity of hunger within.

There had been times, during Bradley’s stay in his house that he’d lusted after the soldier. He wholeheartedly acknowledged that. But what he felt at that moment, he’d never felt before. And it scared the hell out of him. All that Jean wanted to do was go to the bed, mount the sexy man on it, penetrate him, and pound away till he didn’t know where he ended and Bradley began.

Of the two men, however, Bradley was the most desperate. He realized that the bed wasn’t helping at all. It was rather heightening his sexual hunger, making him feel need in places that he hadn’t felt anything in years. His breath began to come out harshly through slightly parted lips. His eyes were reduced to slits as he began to tremble with a feral ache that made his balls throb. He needed to be filled so bad. He felt precum gush out of his cock but didn’t look down at himself. Instead, his gaze moved back down, to rest on Jean’s cock once more. A broken moan burst out of him when he saw that cock jerk with obvious excitement. Knowing that Jean obviously wanted him too…or at least his cock did, sent a thrill through Bradley.

It suddenly felt as if he would go insane if Jean didn’t fill his hungry hole with his cock. But would Jean give him what he desired and by so doing, take the relief he clearly needed, Bradley wondered. There was only one way to find out. Ask Jean. For a moment, Bradley panicked. What if Jean refused? That would not only be humiliating, it would crush him. But he needed Jean like never before. And Bradley Jackson had never been a coward. He’d always faced his fears head-on. He sure as fuck wasn’t going to change now. He would do what needed to be done. Let the chips fall where they may, he thought, swallowing audibly.

“Jean?” Bradley’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Fuck me. Please.”