Page 131 of Devoured

“I don’t know, someone else is painting that.”

“I think we need to know what we’re being painted next to. Like…is it lions? Because if it is, what if I do this?” He turned and lifted one of his legs like he was about to sprint. But he stayed perfectly still. “This way it looks like we’re about to get on those lions and rule this fucking wall.”

“No,” she said. “We’re not doing that. And Rob, stop poking him with the sword.”

I looked over and Rob had the point of his sword close to Matt’s butt. It made it look like Matt was running away from being anally impaled instead of being cool and running toward lions.

I burst out laughing.

“Oh no,” Mason said. He sounded so devastated. “I broke it.” His penis was poking through a hole in the leaf. “This wasn’t the hole I was promised.”

“What the hell is wrong with you guys?” She pulled the leaf off of Mason’s erection, folded part of it down over the hole he’d made, and pushed it back in front of him.

“Nothing is wrong with us.” Rob reached out and poked his sword against Mason’s butt next.

“Stop it,” she hissed. “You’ve lost your sword privileges.” She grabbed it and handed it to me.

I smiled. “I’m the king of the jungle.”

“You’re not in the jungle!” she yelled. And then she looked surprised that she’d yelled. “Just…stop it. Be quiet. All of you.” She stormed back over to the wall where she was painting us.

“I bet she gives great head when she’s angry. Don’t you think?” Rob asked.

“Unless she’s a biter,” Mason said. “Like the lions.”

I couldn’t stop laughing.

“I feel like we should do the running thing,” Matt said. “It would be cooler next to the lions.”

“There are no lions,” I said through my laughter.

“Shhh,” Rob said. Now that he didn’t have his sword, he was perfectly poised. “I want her to just be a little angry. Not a lot angry. That’s the secret to good head.”

“I’m going to get blue balls,” Mason moaned.

“Shh,” Rob said again.

So I poked him with my new sword.

But then the artist cleared her throat. And there was something about the tone that made me stop. “I think we’re in trouble?”

“You think?” Matt said. “We’re being painted without lions.”

The artist stared daggers at us as she continued painting the wall.

The party continued in front of us. Every now and then the people would casually look over at the wall and start talking and pointing. Presumably they were discussing the live art concept or some bullshit like that. While all four of us were ass naked, posed in weird positions, holding fig leaves over our junk.

“This is not fun,” Matt said. “Boooo, Rob.”

“It’s not my fault,” Rob said. “She tricked me with…”

“Tits,” I said. “Yeah. It happens.” Just thinking about tits made my dick start getting hard.What the fuck?It had been a while since I’d been laid too. I closed my eyes and pictured bunnies like Matt recommended. And unlike Mason who loved fucking on furs, the little guys calmed me down. I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t want to be painted with my dick poking through a hole in the leaf.

Mason started laughing again. The brownies, and blunt, and alcohol had seriously fucked him up. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anyone’s pupils so big before. The bright white room probably didn’t help. I was pretty sure we could be doing anything and he’d be having the time of his life. Which was fantastic for him. But the longer we stood up here, the more sober I got. And I’d just remembered the party we were throwing at the Gryphon Club. And now I was the only one who wanted us to get back there before the night ended.

“It’s cold in here,” Rob said and shimmied his shoulders a bit.

“That explains it,” Mason said.

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