No, It's not as bad as it sounds (m/m)

Paul peaked in to the bathroom. Piere was lying on his back against the tiles, his head closest to the door. His arms which were heavily tattooed with religious iconography covered half of his face, muffling, what must be very loud moans. Dumas was hugging the man's firm hairy thighs in one arm, the other holding Piere's leaking cock.

With a jerk Dumas, jerked his hand down the other mans cock thrusting his hips at the same time. The bulbous red tip of a dick peered out briefly between the clenched thighs. And Paul let out a relieved breath.

He checked on Piere's expression, his face revealed now as his arms fell to the floor seeming to look for purchase on the tiles and moaned. Although the man's eyes were red, the skin around them glistened, he did seem to be enjoying this, at least partially.

Paul's gaze wondered up checking on Dumas, before suddenly freezing. Dumas's golden eyes were gleaming directly at him. His gaze hawk like and his expression twisted in a vicious expression. His lips twisted in a sneer and baring one of his canines.

"Son of a whore, you better prepare yourself next time or I'll get someone to do it for you. Heh, If you like this you'll probably love having a plug stuffed up your ass. It'll make you hot and hard, you're hole begging to be filled by a hot cock." Paul's boss spoke with such intensity his gaze staring so lopsidedly at Paul that for a moment he felt shaken to the core. His as clenched, suddenly jostling the large plug inside him and reminding him of it's presence unwelcoming.

Paul wrenched himself out of view, and took a deep breath, his mind running over the words and realizing they hadn't been meant for him. To be honest, Although Dumas liked to talk dirty when he was in a better mood. Paul had never been subject to those level's of nastiness.

He calmed himself down and made his way back to the two other guides by the window.

"It's actually not as bad as it sounds. He's just sausaging the thighs and pulling the guy's tail. I don't know how much Leclerc actually likes it, but he doesn't seem to be hurting."

Amir, let's out a big breath as if he'd been holding it for a while. "Shit, for a moment I was questioning all of my life's choices." The younger man sighed with relief.

To be honest Paul wasn't feeling the same level, of relief. He hesitated to take that assurance from Amir, but in the end decided to warn his junior anyway.

"You know, he might still be frustrated when he comes out of there, and take it out on one of us."

Amir's eyes went wide. "What do you mean, exactly?"

Paul hesitated, wondering how he could communicate it, the humiliation and shame, the utter absence of tenderness of care.

"It shouldn't hurt but..." Suddenly the quietness registered in Paul's ears. He looked over to the bathroom. Dumas stalked out. And as Paul predicted the man didn't look pleased. Eyebrows furrowed and his eyes seeming to gleam from beneath a shadowed brows. Paul dropped his gaze instinctively taking a few steps away from Amir and the window, diminishing his presence.

"Get him out of my damn sight." Dumas ordered Driss.

Paul felt the Espers presence draw nearer.