by K. C. Wells
“Fuck, yeah.” His breath washed over my shaft: the little fuck was panting, teasing my desire with nothing more than his breathing. That was it, someone needed to die, someone with sexy eyes, a chest and abs covered in dark blond hair, and a tight little body that had been calling to me ever since he’d moved in next door. I sucked in a moan when his wet lips claimed my dick head, tongue flicking the slit before he took it deep. I punched up with my cock, wanting more. Pete choked on my girth and it served him right, the scheming little fucker. “Take it, you little bitch,” I growled, thrusting until my dick bumped the back of his throat. Fuck, he just took it, his mouth suckling my dick like it was made of honey. I thought he’d gag some more in his eagerness to take my fat cock down his throat, until I remembered that last blow job. Little bastard had no gag reflex. And Jesus fuck, that was good, having my cock cuddled by wet heat while he loved on my shaft with his tongue.
Then everything ground to a halt.
“Don’t you fuckin’ stop now,” I howled, my hands clenched into fists, the bite of the cuffs stinging my wrists.
Peter laughed. The little shit laughed. “I don’t think you’re in much of a position to tell me what to do,” he drawled. Unhurried fingers trailed down over my sac and along my inner thighs, the touch light. I caught my breath when warm lips brushed over the skin he’d just caressed, soft kisses that I hadn’t expected. “And I can do what the fuck I want.” A slow tongue over the head of my prick, teasing my slit, followed by a playful bite to my dick. I lifted my head from the pillow, the muscles in my neck taut, and snarled. His eyes were bright with glee. “See? I’m calling the shots. I can take things as slow as I like. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy it.”
“I’d enjoy it more if you got the fuck on with it!” I wrenched at my restraints, the bed creaking with the effort. “Now get—” I groaned when his lips tightened around my shaft, mouth like a fucking suction hose as he took me deep. Then the conniving little shit set to fucking humming, the vibrations shooting up the length of my dick, until I swore I could feel them in my balls. “Fuck, yeah.” More of that and I was gonna cream, all the way down his tight throat. But every time I pushed deeper, Pete pulled off, the bastard. My jaw ached from me clenching it so tight, and those fucking rock hammers were back at it.
When I get my hands on him, he is so gonna regret this.
He got into a rhythm, his head bobbing over my cock, and I could feel myself getting close, the familiar pressure building inside me, that insane, all-consuming thirst, begging to be sated. Finally.
Until he pulled off completely and climbed off the bed. I lifted my head from the pillows to glare at him. He was naked, that ass jiggling as he turned his back to me. Fuck, that was one plump ass. Just how I like them. When he finally let me out of those cuffs, I was gonna ream that ass until he was raw.
But right now I had other things on my mind.
“Get that fucking mouth back on my dick,” I gritted out. “Don’t you leave me hanging, you cock tease.” I strained to see what he was doing. “What the fuck are you—”
Something was buzzing.
The mattress dipped as he got back on the bed. “Now hush.” Pete knelt between my spread legs, grinning, his cock hard, poking up toward his belly. “Time to slow things down a notch. Can’t have you exploding all over yourself just yet.” He stretched out his hand toward my chest, those nimble fingers ghosting over a nipple. My muscles rippled, dick jerking while my ass still begged for that nefarious tongue of his.
I craned my neck to see and let rip with a loud snort. “Is that the best you can do?” My dick ached, my balls ached, all I wanted to do was fucking cum, and he was dancing over my nipples with a weeny little bullet vibrator attached to his forefinger. Yeah, it felt good, but I fucking needed.
Pete ignored me, running his fingers through my chest hair. “Love all this fur,” he purred. “So soft, so much of it. And these muscled pecs… I could spend all day licking you from head to foot.” The thought of that slow, wicked tongue tracing numerous paths over my skin sent a shiver rippling through me.
He rubbed a hand over my pits, before sliding his fingers over my biceps. “Shit, these arms. You know, I’ve been dreaming about this body ever since you fucked me.” He leaned over me, his face pressed into my pit, inhaling deeply. “You smell so good.”
Fuck, I could smell him, that heady mix of musk and warm skin infiltrating my nostrils until I was breathing him in.
Pete sat up, his vibrating finger circling my nipple, making it hard. He slid his hand down over my belly, edging closer to my cock. The muscles in my abs danced under his fingers, quivering as he trailed over them, skimming them when I made a noise in the back of my throat. “Patience,” he said, smiling. “We’re on my time, remember? Not yours. Besides, it’s Sunday, you got no place to be, and I’ve plans for this luscious bod.” He gently stroked my thigh, dipping toward my groin.
“Stop playing and fucking do something,” I snarled.
“Like this?” That buzzing moved lower, until he was pressing it under my balls, sending vibrations right through my sac. He applied more pressure to my taint and I felt it all the way along my prick. “Oh, you like that. You’re precumming like a leaking faucet.” He kept the vibrator where it was and bent over to lap it up.
Fuck. The combination of his tongue to my cockhead and that buzzing to my taint….
“More,” I growled. I shuddered when he sucked the head of my dick into his mouth and stroked up and down my shaft with his finger. When the buzzing stopped, I strained against the cuffs. I wanted to grab the little shit around his throat. “You’re a fucking little—”
A groan rumbled out of me when something lightly touched my shaft. Oh my God, what the fuck…. This was bigger, deeper, sending waves of pleasure pulsing through my cock, all the way down to my balls.
“So, you like my Magic Wand?” Pete stroked it up and down my shaft, before rolling it over the ridge under my dick.
“Fuck, that’s fierce.” I cried out when he held it there and applied pressure to the head, deepening the vibrations. “You’re gonna make me cum.” I gasped when he slowly stroked it down my shaft to the root, his mouth sucking hard again, tongue pushing into my slit. “Pete, let me cum.”
The buzzing stopped but my body was still rocking, my head still spinning—whether from pleasure or the remnants of a hangover, I was too close to the edge to care. I bit back the scream of frustration when the fucker pulled away from my cock, only to have a slick finger sink into my ass. I shuddered at the invasion, my body both welcoming it and fighting it—fuck, when was the last time I’d had anything up there? My dildo was stuffed into a drawer, neglected. Who needed it when there were so many willing holes crying out to be fucked? And as for the last time I’d had a dick up my ass, when the fuck was that? Long enough that I couldn’t bring it to mind—no, wait…
His face was right there in the forefront of my mind. Michael, my second boyfriend when I was in college, studying Psychology. The first—and only—time I bottomed. The first guy to leave me with a scarred heart—and the last, if I had anything to do with it.
I was brought back to the present when Peter crooked his finger to stroke over my gland, sending waves of pleasure pulsing through me, leaving me gasping.
“Yes!” I pushed down hard, wanting it deeper, chasing my climax. He added another finger, sliding deeper to nudge my gland. I groaned when he withdrew them.
Pete snickered. “Sorry. This is just to prepare you.”
Prepare me? If he means what I think he means…God, he wouldn’t play with fire like that… Would he? Because if Pete thought he was going to—
I stiffened as something cold spread my ass. Something cold and unyielding that had my hole clamping down on it as it invaded me. “What the fuck, Pete! What the fuck is that?”
“Something fun.” Whatever else he’d been about to say was lost when his doorbell rang. “I should probably go get that.” Pete clambered off the
What in the fucking name of….?
“Get your ass back here!” I shouted, yanking against my restraints. I was light-headed, sweat popping out on my brow, making my face tingle, my breathing shallow and erratic. I tried to lift my shoulders from the bed but with my arms stretched wide and my wrists cuffed to the bedposts, it was impossible. I snarled. I was gonna fucking kill him.
Buzz.
My ass was buzzing. Whatever he’d left in me was fucking buzzing, sending pulse after pulse through me. How the…?
Realization hit me at the exact moment another bolt of blue fucking lightning buzzed through my hole and zapped up my spine—and for the love of God—made my dick throb like a son of a bitch.
The little bastard had a remote.
I closed my eyes, head still aching, the vibrations in my ass driving me crazy. How in the hell had I gotten into this? More awake now, I recalled the previous night, my memories less hazy. Looking over the hedge that lay between our properties, intrigued by the smell of barbecue and the sound of laughter. The pool party. Semi-naked guys lounging around Pete’s pool, drinking, diving into the water, lying on towels and loungers. Pete inviting me to join them. Alcohol. A hell of a lot of alcohol. I’d been that drunk, I’d staggered through the house in search of a bathroom, which had turned out to be occupied. Pete’s bedroom. Pete’s bathroom. Collapsing onto Pete’s bed. Drunken oblivion.
I groaned loudly, the sound reverberating through my aching head. That thing in my ass kept switching programs, pulses one minute, a slow, low vibration the next, then onto another variation. My cock was pointing up to the ceiling, precum sliding down over the head, twitching every time the program changed.
When the buzzing moved up a level, I felt the vibrations from my toes to my head and all points in between. They tingled through my dick, shooting down into my balls. All I wanted was to sink my dick into Pete’s ass and shoot my load.
“Sorry about that.” Pete was back at the bedside, grinning. “I forgot I’d loaned Frank my garden shears. He was just bringing them back.”
Garden shears? Was he fucking kidding? “You left me like this to go get a pair of garden shears?” That was fucking it. Pete’s ass had a date with my paddle.
He tut-tutted and held up the small black plastic remote. “Aw, are you not having fun yet?” There was a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Maybe I should just leave it on random.”
“You little shit,” I ground out. “Just you wait until I—” I howled as he pressed a button on the remote and the vibrating whatever sent waves through my prostate.
“Aw, is that too much?” Pete crooned. His fingers moved and the level dropped. I groaned as he pulled the vibrator from my ass. “That better?” He snickered.
I panted, my chest heaving. “Payback is a bitch. Remember that.”
Pete ignored my threat and glanced toward my dick, licking his lips. “Would you look at that.” He shucked off his shorts and dived back onto the bed, settling on his belly between my legs and tugging my aching shaft lower until it was in his mouth. He worked the head, rolling his tongue around it, and I rocked my hips, not pushing too far for fear he’d pull off and decide to employ that rocket up my ass again.
Pete paused and lifted his head to grin at me. “You’re learning.”
The fucking nerve….
My retort was forgotten when he went back to sucking my dick like a starving man. I breathed faster, my orgasm now almost in sight, balls tight. “Go on,” I urged him. “That’s it, just like that.” I rolled my hips, thrusting a little deeper, hands clenched into fists. Pete sucked harder until he was deepthroating again, shifting position so he was poised above my cock. I ached to reach down and grab his head, just hold him there so I could skullfuck him.
Pete raised his head, his lips dripping with saliva, and gasped. “Fuck, you’ve got a fat dick.”
I groaned. “And you’ve stopped again.”
Pete’s grin was beginning to worry me. “That’s because I’m not ready to let you come yet.” He knelt up, that cock still hard and wet-tipped. “I need to slow you down a bit.” He peered around him before leaning over me, his fingers stroking along my shaft. When he grabbed my balls and pulled gently on them, I groaned in frustration. It wasn’t until I felt the cool metal touch my dick that I realized what he was doing.
A fucking cock ring.
He’d eased my balls through it and now it circled my cock around the base. My dick was rigid, dark with blood. Pete stared at it, lips parted. “Now that is a thing of beauty.” He lowered his head until the tip kissed his lips, before tracing the thickened vein that ran along the side with his tongue. A shudder ran the length of me. I was so close.
Pete shifted until he was on all fours, kneeling over me. “So how does it feel, Damon? Hmm? To be helpless? Restrained? So close to cumming you can almost taste it?” He bent down and flicked my nipple with his tongue, sending more shivers through me. He smiled against my chest and did it again, only this time he stroked between my nipples where the hair was at its most dense. “You said payback is a bitch. Well, what do you call this, if not payback for last week?”
“I won the bet, remember?” I flung back at him. “I got to do whatever I wanted. You agreed.” I stifled a moan as he took a nipple between his teeth and tugged on it. “And I… didn’t hear you… complaining when… I was… fucking that tight little… hole of yours with my fat cock.” He didn’t let up for a second, flicking and sucking, licking, biting, the sensual onslaught pushing me ever closer to my climax. That’s it, Petey-boy. Just keep doing what you’re doing and fucking let me cum.
Pete lifted his chin and met my gaze. “And just how tight is your ass, Damon? Shall we find out?”
What the fuck?
He dipped his head again and kissed my belly, his lips soft against my skin. More kisses, Pete moving lower, until he reached my pubes. “Fuck, you smell even better here.” He buried his nose in the crease where groin met thigh. A pause, followed by another slick finger in my ass, only this time he slid it in all the way to the knuckle in one long push. I tightened my body around the invader.
Peter looked up at me. “Remind me. What was that you said to me?” He frowned. “Now, what was it exactly?” His brow smoothed out and he beamed at me. “Oh yeah, I remember now. ‘You’re not gonna be able to use this hole for a week.’” That evil grin revealed him for the horny little devil that he was. He withdrew his finger, reached behind him and when he straightened, my asshole tightened at the sight of the long, thick, veiny dildo in his hand. Pete waggled it in front of me, still grinning, and shit, I swore there were icy fingers dancing up and down my spine.
I lifted my head from the pillow. “Oh no, you fucking don’t.” I tried to bring my legs together, but Pete pushed with his knees to spread me, insinuating his body between them. The little shit was stronger than he looked.
He dropped the dildo onto the bed and leaned over me, his faces inches from mine, hands gripping my biceps. “You’re not fooling me, alright? You bitch and whine, sure, but don’t think I don’t know how much you like it when I suck you off. It’s not like I’m raping ya, is it? That dick of yours doesn’t lie.” He let go of my arm to stroke his fingers along my cock. I shivered, pushing into his touch, and Pete grinned. “So should I stop what I’m doing?” He wrapped his hand around my shaft and I fucked his fist, the precum making everything slippery.
I could have said, ‘Yes.’ I could have yelled at him to take the cuffs off. But I didn’t.
Pete let go of my dick and brought his hands to my chest, him gazing down at me with those sexy as fuck eyes. “Look, it’s gonna happen, so why not just lie there and enjoy it?” he whispered, before bringing his lips to my neck and kissing me there. I couldn’t help the shiver that ran the length of my body. My neck had always been a sweet spot: my first BF had soon discovered how fast he could turn me on when he nibbled, sucked and licked me there, quickly reducing me to a puddle of goo.
No way was I going to let Pete know the effect his mouth was having on me.
I didn’t have to say a word—my cock did all the talking. Pete’s lips slid down my neck, soft as anything, and my dick jerked up toward my belly, precum descending from the slit in a stream. I rolled my hips, so fucking aroused it wasn’t true, and when Pete called a halt to his sensual torture, his face once more hovering above mine, I knew what was coming. Slowly he descended, lips parted, and although I could have snarled and denied him, I didn’t.
His mouth closed over mine and fuck, it was good. I’d expected him to be gentle, but that kiss was anything but. He thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, moaning into it while he claimed my lips, our teeth clashing as I allowed him to take what he wanted. He sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, biting it, before sucking at my tongue. All I yearned for was to have my hands free so that I could grab hold of his head and deepen that kiss, give as good as I got.
When he broke away, panting, his chest heaving, I wanted to growl and tell him to get the fuck back.
Pete sat up and retrieved the dildo. A soft click and there he was, slicking it with lube. I gazed at it, swallowing at the sight of the wide head, the thickness of it—the length of it. My stomach churned when he slid a couple of fingers back inside me, his eyes focused on my face.
I sucked in a deep breath and stared him down. “You think I’ve never taken a dick before? You think you’re getting payback by fucking me with a dildo?” I snorted. “Bring it on.”
Pete was still for a moment, his fingers at rest deep in my ass. “You got it.” He withdrew them and rubbed the dildo over my hole, smacking it against my pucker, the sound slick and loud. I held my breath as he positioned the silicone cock against my hole, exerting slight pressure so I knew it was there, cool and blunt. Then slowly he pushed, his gaze locked onto the glistening shaft that was sliding into my ass.
Christ, I felt that. It stretched me, splitting my ass wide, every ridge and vein touching me as it made its way deeper. “Fuck, gonna feel that in my throat if you push it any farther,” I gasped out. Pete said nothing, his attention still fixed on where he was penetrating me with that pink monster. “Who the fuck did they model this on? King Kong?” It was like being shafted with a length of two by four.
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