Shadrach’s low laugh vibrated against his sternum where their chests were pressed together. “Oh yes, we will. Are you ready for it, killer? Do you need me as much as I need you?”
Yes, but damned if he was going to admit it.
Gleefully, he twisted, slammed his elbow into Shadrach’s gut, and wrenched his arm free. But he barely made it two steps when a hand snagged his ankle. He crashed to the cool grass, and Shadrach pounced on him, pinning him to theground with his weight and thrusting against his ass. He was rock hard beneath his trousers.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, killer,” Shadrach growled, grabbing him by the arm and forcing him onto his back. “I brought a couple of things to make it easier, since I know how much you like to fight.”
“What—” He broke off as Shadrach pulled a strap from his breast pocket. It had hooks on either side and an O-ring in the center. He’d expected something like this, because Shadrach had put soft cuffs on his wrists before telling him to run, but he knew once the hooks were in place, he was done for.
He struggles renewed, heels slipping on the grass as he tried to claw himself out from under Shadrach, who laughed wildly as he pinned one of Isaac’s wrists to the ground. With one cuff hooked, the second one was easier.
Isaac groaned. All the fight left him, his legs splaying wide as they went lax. For a few moments, he just focused on catching his breath. He didn’t know how far he’d run or how long it had been.
“Aw, not giving up so soon, are you?” Shadrach crooned. “I expected?—”
Isaac headbutted him, and Shadrach cursed, gripping his throat and pinning him to the dirt.
Shadrach licked the black blood from his upper lip and smiled. “That brings me to my second toy. Or maybe I should say third. Can’t forget that teasing little plug doing some of the work for me, can I?”
Isaac shivered, reminded of the plug that vibrated stubbornly inside him. Reaching back, Shadrach grabbed something hooked into his belt and brought it between them for Isaac to see.
It was a thin piece of solid metal with a bend on the end.
“Is that a tent stake?” he rasped.
“Yep. Borrowed it from Talon.”
Isaac opened his mouth to ask why Talon had tent stakes, but the words died in his throat as Shadrach threaded the stake through the O-ring in the middle of the strap between his wrists, effectively staking him to the ground. It went deep, and the ground was cold and hard. From this angle, he’d have a hard time pulling it out.
Shadrach kissed him, driving all thought from his mind. A warm, slick tongue invaded his mouth, and Isaac whimpered. He was so desperately horny, and for all his fighting, this was exactly where he wanted to be. He needed friction more than he needed air, and frustration had him biting Shadrach’s lip hard enough to taste blood.
“Please,” he whined, writhing.
“I’ve got you, killer,” Shadrach murmured, hands falling to Isaac’s jeans, loosening them quickly, and pulling them down. His hard length only felt the cool night air for a moment before Shadrach’s hot mouth swallowed him down. Isaac cried out, and Shadrach’s fingers worked their way back, tugging on the plug, twisting and turning it.
Isaac had been teetering on the edge for so long. Waves of heat crashed through him, and he gasped out, “I’m gonna come, Shad, I’m gonna—” It was happening too fast. He couldn’t hold on.
Shadrach moaned around his cock, taking him all the way to the root and swallowing. The flex of his throat was all it took, and Isaac squeezed his eyes shut as he came, his body writhing of its own accord, hips moving in needy little thrusts.
Shadrach gave him no time to recover, pulling off androlling him over. The straps twisted around the stake as he was forced up onto his knees and elbows. He groaned as the plug came free, and then Shadrach was pushing inside his already slick and loosened hole. Isaac gripped the straps as Shadrach began a punishing rhythm, hard and fast. The obscene slap of skin against skin filled the air, harmonizing with Isaac’s desperate cries. He was truly trapped, his jeans restricting his knees and his hands bound above his head. Strong fingers curled into his sweat-damp hair, pulling his head back.
“That’s it,” Shadrach growled. “Tell the whole world how much you love this, how much you love when I fucking hunt you down and make you mine.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Isaac barely recognized his own voice.
He was getting hard again, his cock hanging heavy and full between his legs. Shadrach would keep going until he came a second time, Isaac knew. On particularly sadistic nights, he kept going until after the third, when Isaac’s throat was dry and his face was wet.
“Please,” he moaned, arching his back and rocking back to meet Shadrach’s pounding thrusts. “Please, please.”
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Please touch me, I need it,” Isaac said.
Shadrach chuckled, but he leaned in, plastering himself against Isaac’s back. One hand pushed his chest down into the dirt, his shirt bunching up around his armpits, and the other reached around him, taking his cock in a punishingly tight grip. It was hard and fast and so, so tight. It was perfect. Isaac howled, bucking hard. Shadrach’s teeth sank into his shoulder blade, and he screamed as he came again, sobbing in the grass as his body spasmed again and again, his hamstrings cramping.
“Mm, I’m so close,” Shadrach murmured, licking the blood from his back. “You feel so good, killer. I wish I could stay like this forever. Should I try to hold off, make you reach a third?”
Isaac tugged on his restraints. “No, no, please, I can’t. I’m so tired.”
