They twisted off the path, the car spinning once before coming to a stop when the side of it slammed into a large oak tree. The hit was hard enough to jostle them, but not enough to cause any real damage—To their bodies, in any case. Nate’s car was going to be messed up for sure.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he screamed, snapping off his belt before reaching for the door handle. He only got it open an inch before Kaz was there, hauling him back by his collar and slamming the door once more.
His hand came down on the lock, then he tapped the button on Nate’s multi-slate that would control the car and unhooked the device from his wrist before tossing it into the back.
Nate stared at him incredulously as Kaz went for his own shirt, stripping out of it faster than Nate could blink. “What—”
The knife came out next, that damn crystal blade that had been used to threaten him one too many times now. Instead of aiming it his way this time, however, Kaz silently sheared off the sleeves of his dress shirt.
One of them was already tied around Nate’s right wrist before he had the good sense to resist, not that he was very capable of that. He found himself bound with both of them attached by the cloth to the sides of his headrest in under a minute, gaping as Kaz resituated the seat so it was in the resting position a moment before he straddled him.
“Stop!” Nate struggled to free himself, grimacing when Kazimir’s heavy thighs pinned his beneath him. “Get off! What are you doing?! We’re out in the open!”
“Perfect,” Kaz said. “We’re close enough to campus still that any students driving by will recognize us both and paint their own conclusions for what they’re seeing.”
“You can’t be serious?” Nate tried to twist away when Kazimir’s fingers dropped to his fly. “Don’t! Let’s go back to my place, huh? We can do it there! I promise! Kaz, please, stop!”
His protests turned into a moan when Kaz freed his dick and started immediately jerking him off, making him hard in no time at all. The sound of another zipper going a minute later had him glancing down to find Kaz’s cock also exposed.
Kazimir shifted as close as he could get, his legs spread wide over Nate’s lap. His thick cock bumped up against Nate’s smaller member, and they both sucked in a breath, the soundsturning into harried grunts when he started rubbing them against one another.
“What’s wrong, Narek?” Kaz huffed, waiting until Nate lifted his gaze to meet his. “I’m your junior, too. What? I’m not good enough for you to take care of?” He captured Nate’s jaw in a tight grip and brought his face directly in front of his, the flash of manic violence in his eyes impossible to miss. “Seems like you’re only giving toward people who aren’t me.”
He picked his backpack off the floor and opened it up to reveal a mess of leather and chains that had Nate’s confusion prickling with fear.
“Let’s modify that behavior, shall we, Pretty Boy?”
Nate did everything he could to resist, but with Kazimir’s stronger form over the top of him, it wasn’t long before he found himself strung up. A leather collar had been latched around his neck, golden chains attaching it to the straps that had been locked around his ankles. His pants had been shucked off, so now he was forced into an awkward position, with his hands tied to the headrest and the short chains keeping his legs high in the air and spread for the demonic hellspawn who was putting him through this.
“If you’re really that worried someone might drive by and see,” Kaz told him as he leaned back to take in the view, stroking himself a couple of times while he did, “you should beg me to make this quick, Pretty Boy. I have half a mind to keep you here like this until it gets dark.”
“Kazimir,” Nate firmed his voice, but it still shook a bit at the end, giving him away. “I’m not into any of this.”
“Your dick softening clued me into that fact,” he replied, pulling something else from his bag, “Yeah.”
“Then stop.”
“No, because I’m into it.”
“That’s not how—”
“If you say that’s not how boyfriends work, Narek, I’m going to gag you.”
“Is this the punishment you spoke of earlier?” He hated that there was a twist of excitement racing through him despite everything. His legs weren’t used to being forced into this position, and true, he wasn’t hard anymore, not since Kazimir had stopped stroking him. Yet, even though he didn’t show it on the outside—thank Light—Nate wasn’t disliking this as much as he claimed.
Which made him hate it all the more, because what the actual hell?
“Not at all,” Kaz said. “This isn’t a punishment.”
“Pretty sure it is.”
“I assure you,” he grinned, “it isn’t. You did a good job back there, babe. Too good of a job, actually.”
Nate frowned. “You’re angry.”
“I’m confused about my own emotions, and I don’t like that,” Kaz clarified before snapping something around the base of Nate’s dick, chuckling when that had him jerking. “Ever use a cock cage? No, you wouldn’t have had. I picked this one out, especially for you.”
“When?” He ground his teeth together as his dick was pressed into the toy, feeling confined and uncomfortable in an instant. “Last night, you promised if I agreed, you wouldn’t do this anymore.”
