But as Hayde grabbed the hem of his own shirt and lifted it over his head, forcing a cease in their embrace, Kinzer didn’t care. He wanted Hayde so bad… more than he’d wanted anything. His dick was hard… painfully hard… and he needed satisfaction.
As Hayde undid the button of his jeans, Kinzer felt his way through the grooves in his back, delighting in every muscle, every scar.
Hayde lowered his jeans, and Kinzer dropped to his knees, forced Hayde’s briefs down his legs, and welcomed Hayde’s cock.
Kinzer slid his lips up and down along Hayde’s fully engorged shaft. Something about knowing Hayde despised him--and that he was still able to arouse him like this--satisfied him and made him feel proud of himself. But as cocky as he felt about Hayde’s sexual desire for him, he couldn’t deny the sexual power that Hayde had over him. He wouldn’t deny it.
Maggie had told him once about her battle with addiction, about her intoxication with a substance that had poisoned her, that had cruelly given her so much and taken so much more. Kinzer knew this was like that experience. Hayde was an enemy. And yet, he wanted him… and the longer they were together, the stronger the feeling grew.
Hayde rested his hands on either side of Kinzer’s head as Kinzer slid his tongue out under Hayde’s shaft, providing him more room to shove Hayde’s dick back farther, consuming as much of it as was possible.
He licked his way back to the head of Hayde’s cock, teasing, playing.
As he licked the tip of Hayde’s dick, he glanced up at the one he wanted to pleasure so bad… the one he wanted to be pleasured by.
Hayde’s chest rose and fell as he panted. His face was red, not with its usual anger, but with some sick lust that Kinzer had stirred in him.
Kinzer grabbed Hayde by his hips and shifted him toward the bed. He felt that Hayde was his slave and he was his master.
Hayde didn’t resist.
This could all have been a trick, to gain his confidence again only to betray him later. But he didn’t care. If that was the case, he was determined to make it such a satisfying experience for Hayde… not for Hayde’s sake, but for his own.
Kinzer pushed his slave back onto the mattress and rose to his feet.
As he unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants as fast as he could, Hayde spread his legs and raised his hips, a clear invitation into his hole.
Kinzer pressed the head of his dick against the tight hole. It was so tight… too tight. He knew it was going to be painful… excruciatingly painful if he wasn’t careful.
Hayde grimaced.
“Just do it,” he said. “Just get in!”
Hayde dug his fingers into the sheets.
Kinzer spit in his hand and rubbed the lubrication across his shaft.
He pressed his pelvis forward, feeling Hayde’s tight hole… uninviting…
Kinzer stopped. Considering what he’d seen in Hayde’s eyes when he’d threatened to take him against his will, he feared that this might be the same.
Hayde’s hands slapped against either side of Kinzer’s hips and pulled him toward him, assuring Kinzer that he wanted this too.
“Ah!” Hayde screamed out, his sutures tightening with his cringe as Kinzer slowly entered him.
But a forceful pull from Hayde sent him all the way in.
Hayde screamed out even louder, his eyes opening. It was like he’d just realized he’d been shot.
His breathing was sporadic.
Sweat rushed down his forehead.
Kinzer pulled his pelvis back, hoping to provide Hayde with some relief.
“No!” Hayde barked.
He forced Kinzer back inside. Despite his forcefulness, his body spasmed in disagreement with his desire.
