“Got you!” Peter growled, lifting Chad’s arms up behind him and holding his wrists together. The position left Chad with absolutely no wriggle room, and Peter grinned as he ground his cock down against Chad’s ass.
“Not with the taser, asshole,” Chad laughed, sounding triumphant. His face was turned to the side, one cheek pressed into the mulchy forest floor, and he was heaving for breath like he was exhausted.
“You almost made it three hours,” Peter said, manhandling Chad into a pair of steel handcuffs and rolling him onto his back. He sat down on Chad’s chest, sliding up until his thighs were framing Chad’s face and his bulge was pushing into his chin. “I underestimated you.”
Chad grinned up at him, lifting his head and mashing his face into Peter’s crotch. The sudden pressure on his balls made Peter grunt in pleasure, his cock throbbing as Chad nuzzled it through his cargo pants.
“You want that cock, boy?” Peter growled, reaching down and grabbing Chad’s hair and holding him in place. He could feel Chad nod, just a slight movement against his bulge.
That was all Peter needed. He reached into the pouch in his belt and pulled out the ring-gag he’d brought just for this occasion, pushing Chad’s face back and forcing it into his mouth before he could even register what it was. The look on Chad’s face as Peter forced the massive ring past his lips—stretching his jaw wide open—was priceless. Wide-eyed shock, like he couldn’t believe what was happening. They had used the ring gag before, but Chad had always had plenty of warning and had never just had it forced into his mouth like this.
“There,” Peter said, pushing a finger into Chad’s mouth and feeling around the inside of his mouth. Chad gagged when Peter reached for his throat. “All open and ready for me.”
Chad coughed when Peter removed his finger, but there was nothing but wanton heat in his eyes when their eyes locked. Peter smirked, tracing his captive’s stretched lips with the spit-slicked pad of his finger. It left them shiny, and Peter couldn’t help but lean down and trace the wide circle of Chad’s lips with his tongue.
“Are you ready to be my little bitch?” Peter asked, rising up on his knees and looking down at Chad between his thighs. He unbuttoned the fly of his pants and let his cock spring free, the thick rod jutting out right over Chad’s face. A string of pre-cum leaked from his slit and landed on Chad’s nose, and Peter licked his lips as he moved his cock so that the shiny strand moved down and into Chad’s mouth. Peter milked his cock and the strand thickened, making Chad swallow noisily.
The sound made Peter groan and his balls pull up.
“Yeah, you are,” Peter said, standing up and putting his boot down on Chad’s chest. He ground his heel down just enough so that Chad would feel it. “Ready to fuckingtakeit. That’s what you are.”
Chad closed his eyes and took a sharp breath, lifting his hips in a rutting motion that betrayed just how turned on he was.
Peter grinned and walked up so that he was standing with his feet on either side of Chad’s head, facing so that he could see Chad laid out in front of him. It was a beautiful sight, and Peter spent a few seconds just jerking off to it.
But he hadn’t come all the way out into the wilderness to jerk off. Moving a step back, Peter went down on his knees and lowered himself down over Chad’s body so that his rod-hard cock was pointing right at the boy’s mouth. Without wasting any time on niceties, he pushed past the ring-gag and into Chad’s throat, forcing his meat inside Chad’s throat one inch at a time until he was fully sheathed. Chad choked and gagged, but Peter didn’t even think about pulling out. He clamped his thighs together around Chad’s head, squeezing it tight, and reached down to free Chad’s cock.
Opening up Chad’s pants, Peter breathed in the scent of sweat and exertion mixed with the distinctive aroma of Chad’s sex. He leaned down and licked a long stripe up the side of Chad’s cock, tracing a thick vein with his tongue, making the warm meat throb in his hand before he took the tip into his mouth.
Peter sucked on Chad’s cock until he could feel him starting to go limp from the lack of oxygen, at which point he lifted his hips just long enough to let Chad catch his breath before fucking back inside his mouth like a sledgehammer. This time he didn’t stay buried in Chad’s throat, but instead set up a punishing rhythm that slammed Chad’s head into the soft forest floor with every thrust. The sound of Chad’s frantic choking and gagging just pushed Peter to fuck him harder.
It was almost too much, and Peter had to still his hips when he almost shot his load. He wasn’t ready to come yet. He buried his cock to the hilt in Chad’s forced open mouth, all the while sucking on Chad’s cock like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
Chad’s cock was rock hard, taking the domination and skull-fucking like he was born to it, and when Peter slid his hand down and shoved a finger into his ass the reaction was instantaneous. Chad’s ass squeezed down on Peter’s finger, his whole body going tense as he shot his load into Peter’s mouth.
Peter kept on sucking, letting Chad’s come dribble down the sides of his cock and over his knot as he jerked him through his orgasm. His own cock was still buried deep in Chad’sthroat, and he knew that the oxygen deprivation was only aiding Chad in achieving even greater pleasure.
Lifting his hips, Peter let Chad gasp for air, but he didn’t stop jerking him off or sucking him. He was going to work Chad’s sensitive cock until it was limp and every touch wasunbearable.
“You want me to stop?” he asked a little later, swiping his thumb over the slit of Chad’s cock and making him whimper.
Chad made a gurgling noise that Peter took as an enthusiastic yes.
“Really?” he asked, pulling his cock all the way out of Chad’s mouth and sitting up so that he could look down at the red and splotchy face of his mate. “You don’t want me to keep playing with your cock?”
Chad shook his head back and forth, his expression pleading. Peter let his lips pull up in an evil grin.
“Does it matter what you want?” He cradled Chad’s face between his hands, thumbs pressing down through the ring gag and into his mouth. He massaged the sides of Chad’s face with his fingers.
Chad blinked, his pupils huge and dark as they looked up at Peter, both of them muddy and wet and turned on beyond reason. He shook his head.
Peter’s grin widened.
“Good boy,” he said, standing up and walking to stand between Chad’s legs. He moved them apart with his boot—more careful than he would have been if not for Chad’s ankle—and crouched down between them. “But I don’t want to play with your cock now. I need to feel that hole squeezing my knot. You ready?”
Chad nodded and tried to mumble something, but Peter had no idea what. Taking pity on him, Peter leaned forward and unbuckled the gag, gently prying it out of Chad’s mouth. Chad worked his jaw with a grimace, wetting his lips and swallowing.
“Want it,” he said, leaning his head back and breathing hard. “Want to feel you inside of me.”
