Grabbing Chad’s ass and spreading his cheeks, Peter leaned down and licked over Chad’s sensitive little hole. It looked tiny and tight, resisting the entrance of Peter’s tongue, and the thought of how wrecked, gaping and raw it would be by the time Peter was done with it made his balls pull up so tight he could feel it all the way into his gut.
Leaning back, Peter spit onto Chad’s hole and rubbed the resulting mess over his opening. The tip of his finger probed Chad’s hole, the smooth leather a stark contrast to the pink skin, and when he shoved inside it made Chad whimper. Peter had big hands, his fingers long and thick, and with the glove it was even wider. He shoved his finger in to the knuckle, a thick layer of spit lubing the way, and curled it down into Chad’s prostate.
Chad gurgled around his gag as the pleasure momentarily overwhelmed him.
Peter smacked Chad’s ass hard and continued rubbing over his sensitive gland, his own cock rock hard between his thighs. He grinned at the sight of his handprint on Chad’s ass, and he couldn’t help but lift his hand and slap it down again on the exact same spot.
“You’re being so good for me,” he praised, pulling his finger out of Chad’s hole and spitting on it again. This time when he pressed back inside it was with two fingers, and Chad whimpered. Peter only pushed in about an inch, but the drag and friction was a bit too much. He reached under the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube hidden there, popping the cap and pouring a generous squirt into the crack of Chad’s ass. The cold lube slid down over Peter’s fingers, allowing him to slick them up before jabbing them inside as deep as they would go.
Chad was still tight, but the two fingers slid in easily now that they were covered in lube. Peter scissored his fingers, working Chad’s hole open while jabbing his prostate every chance he got. Chad’s cock was rock hard and leaking a steady stream of pre-cum, and Peter grabbed the hard length in his free hand and started jerking him off.
He wanted Chad to come before he fucked him.
Chad must have known what he was planning, because he seemed to be doing everything in his power to keep himself from shooting his load. He knew just how sensitive he would be if he came, and exactly how much fun Peter would have with that fact when he fucked him.
When Chad finally came, his whole body going tense, Peter took that as his cue to stop what he was doing and line his cock up with Chad’s hole. Chad’s cock was still spurting when Peter pushed into him, and Peter could feel his hole clench around his cock as he pushed inside.
“God you’re tight,” Peter growled, slamming his hips forward and burying himself balls deep. Chad let out a grunt, pushing his ass back to meet Peter’s thrust. Peter leaned forward and lowered his chest down onto Chad’s back, blanketing him, and reached around to take hold of his cock before he started pounding him.
Peter angled every brutal thrust into Chad’s prostate, and he jerked his spent cock with firm, merciless strokes until Chad was a whimpering mess.
“Take it,” Peter growled, fucking Chad harder.
Chad whined and grunted, overwhelmed with everything he was feeling, and Peter grinned into his shoulder. He opened his mouth and bit down on the sensitive flesh, making Chad tremble violently. His teeth weren’t piercing skin, but Chad’s shoulder would have one hell of a bruise in the morning.
“You like that?” he asked darkly. “Like my mark on your skin?”
Chad made a keening sound that Peter interpreted as a yes. He bit down harder, tasting blood, and Chad’s whole body went tense. His ass squeezed down on Peter’s burgeoning knot as he came, and Peter tumbled right over the edge with him. His cock throbbed with each spurt of come, over and over, his knot swelling as he filled Chad’s guts with his seed.
Locked in place, Chad’s nostrils flaring with every gasping breath, Peter let his weight crash down on Chad’s back. He couldn’t believe it was possible to feel this good.
Chad made a choking sound, and Peter took pity on him. He unbuckled the evil gag filling his mouth, throwing it to the side as Chad sputtered and coughed.
“Are you okay?” Peter asked, bringing his hand up to rub over Chad’s throat. His broad grip reached Chad from ear to ear, the black leather of his glove shiny from sweat, lube and come.
“So good,” Chad croaked, his whole body limp and slumped into the mattress. The way he just lay there, taking Peter’s weight without objection, made Peter’s gut feel all warm and prickly.
After a little while Peter rolled them over, his cock slipping out of Chad’s hole along with a gush of come. He scooped some of the mess up on the tip of his fingers, bringing it up to Chad’s mouth.
Chad laughed and angled his head away.
“Yeah, that’s a no,” he said, smiling and looking at Peter like he was both out of his mind and the best thing that ever happened to him. Peter really wanted to feed Chad his load, make him eat every drop that he’d dared to let escape from his hole, but he didn’t push it. He wiped his fingers on Chad’s chest instead and kissed his cheek.
“It’s just come,” he said, hooking his chin over Chad’s shoulder and pulling him flush against his chest.
“That’s been in my ass,” Chad countered.
Peter just grinned, closing his eyes and turning his nose into the space under Chad’s ear, breathing in the scent of him.
They lay like that for a while, but eventually Peter’s sweaty body went from feeling sexy to sticky and cold. He rose up from the bed, stripping off his chaps, boots and gloves and letting them fall to the floor, and then spent a minute just watching Chad.
The younger alpha was still wearing the heavy collar and the restrictive bondage mitts Peter had put him in, looking utterly debauched with his spent cock resting over his abs and his inner thighs glistening with the remnants of Peter’s load.
Peter wanted a picture. He walked over to where his suit pants were lying on the floor and retrieved his phone from the pocket, opening up the camera app and turning the lens on Chad.
Chad jerked at the sound of Peter snapping a picture.
“Are you taking a picture of me like this?” he asked, half amused and half horrified.
