Caught on Camera: Part Five Read Online Free

my manners.”
    “I’m not complaining if forgetting your manners means I get a blow job every time I walk through the door.”
    “That could be arranged.” Reece threaded his fingers with Cade’s. “Come through. Do you want a beer?”
    “Yeah, that would be great.”
    Reece went into the kitchen, released Cade’s hand then grabbed a bottle from the fridge. He popped the lid.
    “Cheers,” Cade said, taking a swig. “I like fancy champagne and all but damn, you can’t beat a cold beer.”
    “I know what you mean.” Reece opened himself a fresh one. “So, what’s this present?”
    “You got a TV?”
    “’Course,” Reece said then paused. “Oh no… What have you got?”
    He couldn’t have. Not already. Surely?
    Cade pulled in his bottom lip and nibbled it with his teeth. A grin tugged at his cheeks.
    “Cade?”
    “Where the fuck’s the TV?”
    “Through here. Through here.” Reece laughed and led the way to his small lounge.
    Cade delved into his bag, his wicked grin going right to his eyes and sending small creases darting toward his temples. He pulled out a DVD. The title, in bold black letters, read Slippery Slots .
    “Oh fuck,” Reece said, reaching for it.
    “Good, eh?”
    Reece examined the cover. There was a picture of him and Cade on the front, a still taken from film footage of the last scene. He was anchored to the cross, ball gag in place and his head thrown back. It was cropped at the waist but by the look on Cade’s face behind him, it was damn clear exactly what was happening.
    “Do you like the cover?” Cade asked.
    “Pretty much tells you what the movie’s about, doesn’t it?”
    “That’s the idea, I suppose.”
    “Fucking horny.”
    Cade laughed. “It is, and look… We have stage names. Well, sort of.”
    Reece read the names at the base of the box, also in black writing.
     
    Starring Reece Ramhard and Cade Comings.
     
    “Very good,” Reece said with a smile. “I like ramming hard.”
    “And don’t I know it.” Cade grinned. “And I like coming.”
    “Don’t we all.” Reece held it up. “So are we gonna watch this baby now?”
    “Yep.”
    Reece ducked down to the DVD, popped the box open then fed the disk into the player. He was both excited and apprehensive to see how the last week of fucking played out on screen. This made it real. It was out there now. People would be buying it, fucking, getting off to him and Cade shagging each other stupid. Would they care about the flimsy plot line? Hell no, he doubted it. They’d be interested in his arse, his cock, his face when he came. They’d want to see how Cade took him, how he was fucked, whipped, beaten and blown.
    He thought of the ten grand tucked in his bedside drawer and the hot man sitting on his sofa. It was all worth it—every single moment. He wouldn’t change a thing.
    “So, do you reckon it will be good wank fodder?” Reece asked, dropping down next to Cade on the seat.
    “I’d say so. Tom was seriously happy. I haven’t seen him grin so much before.”
    “Cool.” Reece took a slug of beer and hit Play on the remote.
    A copyright page flashed over the screen then a bold pencil-drawn cock with Gay Porn Productions written at the tip, as if the writing was spunk bursting out.
    “Tom’s company,” Cade said.
    “Yeah.” Reece placed his beer down. “Fuck, I feel a bit nervous. Do you?”
    “A bit.” Cade grinned. “I didn’t last time, but this…”
    “What?” Reece frowned.
    “It feels kind of personal. Know what I mean?”
    “Yeah, it’s us, starting out.”
    “Exactly.” Cade placed his iPhone on the table next to the sofa, along with his drink. “It’s us at the beginning of our relationship.”
    Reece nodded. “I like that, though.”
    “What?” Cade tipped his head and frowned.
    “Us, relationship.”
    “Me too, and I meant it, you know.”
    “Meant what?”
    Cade reached for Reece’s hand and pulled his knuckles to his mouth. “About your demons. I’ll