章 155: Promises

Steve began to undress frantically. In moments, his clothes landed on the ground. There was a fairly long postoperative scar where the knife had stabbed him, pink and fresh, but nicely fused and seam-free. This scar gave Paxton that extra naughty boy charm.

Well, it used to be said that a man should have scars, and for that, Martin felt that it probably should be so. Shit, Steve with this scar was just too hot!

With the same passion, the driver pulled Martin's pants and briefs off Martin, leaving him naked from the waist. He didn't care about the top of his clothes. What mattered most to him was the butt.

Martin's bare feet slammed hard against the bed as they fell limp on them after Steve hadn't even spared him his socks. Paxton looked at Martin, intimidated for a moment, and his eyes emphatically said that he had already reached the point where he would not be able to stop.

"Turn around," he ordered. "On your knees and on your hands."