Brian spent a few blissful hours handcuffed and blindfolded, finally able to give up control. Justin didn’t let him think. He teased him, tormented him, pleasured him until all Brian could do was feel. It was exactly what he needed, and no one but Justin could give it to him. Barely two hours after he arrived, Brian put his suit back on and drove back to the mess he’d left behind. this was an extremely powerful image. and timing does sucks.