Trumpets (Smut pt. 2)

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Jake: I knew exactly what I was getting into. And I wanted it. When Robbie locked the cage and grabbed the handcuffs and whip, I was turned on. I watched him carefully as he grabbed his trumpet, and began to enjoy himself. I watched as his eyes lingered around my muscles. Then farther down. Suddenly, I could lent handle it anymore. Standing up, I made my way across the cage. Picking up the handcuffs on the way, I saw him lick his lips as I started to lick his Rotten weenie. It was delicious. It tasted like brass, my new favorite. "Wait" I said, looking at his eyes, wanting to look lower "I've...never done this before"
Smirking he looked at me "I'll teach you" he said, before picking up our movements.

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