Hunger Unleashed [Man X Man]

Chapter 10: When suppressed desires explode...the explosion!

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson

Pix: Jean stares at Bradley whilst speaking on phone

Video: In Da Club by 50 Cents

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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 to 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.