Peter grinned and nodded.
“You look good like this—all fucked out and submissive. I’m going to be jerking off to this like you wouldn’t believe the next time you head out.
Chad blushed, and Peter switched from picture mode to video.
“Show me your hole,” he commanded, making Chad’s blush deepen.
“What? No!” Chad objected, moving his hands to cover his cock instead. Peter’s eyes narrowed at the disobedience. He bent down and slipped his slim leather belt off his pants, holding it up like he was going to whip it down on Chad’s thigh.
“Show me your hole,” he repeated, making Chad’s eyes go wide and dark. When he still didn’t obey, Peter swung the belt in a wide arc and let it connect with the side of Chad’s thigh. He didn’t hit hard—keeping the strike just sharp enough to sting—but Chad still hollered.
“Chad,” Peter warned, holding the belt up again. Chad was breathing hard, looking up at Peter with wide eyes, and his cock was sticking right up. He slowly lifted his thighs to his chest, exposing his ass and his gaping hole. It was still leaking Peter’s come, the edges red and angry, and Peter moved the camera closer.
“Finger it,” he commanded, making Chad gasp again. This time he didn’t hesitate to obey, but when he touched the sore opening he flinched and whimpered.
“Deeper,” Peter ordered, not at all satisfied with the tentative way Chad was exploring his abused rim. When Chad didn’t obey, Peter shoved his hand away and did it himself. He plunged three thick fingers into Chad’s hole, making him cry out as he spread his fingers wide and opened Chad back up.
“That’s it,” he growled, Chad whimpering and struggling to keep his legs lifted out of the way. “Fucking taking it.”
Peter kept his phone pointed at Chad’s ass, catching every moment of his rough exploration.
Then, wanting to make the video something he couldreallyjerk off to, Peter rose up and placed the head of his now rock hard cock back at Chad’s opening. He shifted the phone up so that it was trained on Chad’s face, catching every whimper and grimace, and fucked his cock back into Chad’s hole.
Chad howled, tears pooling in his eyes, but between his legs his cock was as engorged as ever.
“Jerk yourself off for me,” Peter ordered, holding the phone up high so that he could get everything in the shot—the whole scene from Chad’s expressions to the sight of his hole being penetrated as he masturbated himself.
Peter fucked him hard, growling out a warning when Chad’s thighs trembled and he tried to lower his legs.
“Keep them up,” Peter ordered, grabbing Chad’s left thigh under the knee and pushing it down against his front. When he let go, Chad managed to keep both his legs up, though they spread out indecently wide. It was slutty and perfect and Peter caught every second on film.
“Can I come?” Chad asked, the hand on his cock slowing down as he straddled the edge of orgasm. His voice trembled.
“Do it,” Peter commanded, fucking him harder. Chad’s abs clenched and he shot his load, the first spurt traveling over his chest and landing on his chin. The remaining ejaculations landed all over his chest and abdominal muscles, and the sight was enough to have Peter shooting his load too.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hand nearly crushing the phone in his grip. He fucked Chad through his orgasm until his knot was too big to pull out, at which point he sank in balls deep with a sigh. He put his phone away and leaned down, licking the come off Chad’s jaw. It tasted salty on his tongue.
“Kiss me,” Chad said, the words coming out a plea. Peter grinned, pressing their foreheads together for a second before granting the request.
As they made out Peter’s knot deflated and slipped out of Chad’s hole. Peter used the opportunity to manhandle Chad further up on the bed and lay down on top of him, resting his elbows on either side of the younger man’s arms and caging him in. Their spent cocks pressed together, sticky and sensitive, and Peter busied himself kissing and licking into his mate’s mouth like they had all the time in the world.
He couldn’t believe he got to be this happy.
***
Later, after they’d showered and eaten a quick dinner, Peter found Chad in the kitchen making himself a milkshake.
“Do you want one?” Chad asked, dropping a banana into the blender and looking at Peter over his shoulder. His hair was still damp from the shower and Peter’s fingers itched to run through it.
“No, thanks. I’m good.” Peter sat down at the kitchen table and watched Chad curiously. “Why didn’t you just have a milkshake sent up if that’s what you wanted?”
Peter was pretty sure there hadn’t been any ice cream in the freezer, which meant that Chad had called down to the kitchen for ice cream and milk separately just so that he could make the milkshake himself.
“I wanted to make it myself,” Chad said, putting the lid on the blender and turning it on. The sound was loud and Peter waited until it was over before speaking again.
“So how was your day?” he asked, leaning his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his fist. Chad sent him a smile.
“It was good. I went into the new training center and signed up for some classes, and then Topher came over and played video games. How about you?” He poured the milkshake into a glass and sat down across from Peter, stretching his legs out under the table and bumping his bare feet against Peter’s shins.
