John was mesmerized by the play of muscle over his chest, arms and shoulders, his mouth watering at the sight of all that power and strength. Carter was just so fucking big.
“Is this okay?” John asked, cuffing one of Carter’s wrists and threading the chain through the bars, holding the remaining cuff over the werewolf’s other wrist.
“It’s fine,” Carter said, his voice hoarse with arousal. John snapped the cuff around Carter’s wrist shut, locking his arms to the bars above his head. The horizontal bar just above Carter’s elbows would prevent him from lowering himself down, leaving John free to explore and play with him however he pleased.
Stepping off the chair, John pushed it away and examined his captive. His cock was so hard that it hurt, and John couldn’t believe that he got to touch the masterpiece of creation standing in front of him.
“Tell me if you want me to let you go,” John said, stepping closer. Carter nodded, eyes tracking John like a predator as John lifted his hand and let it rest on Carter’s chest.
The muscle was hard under his palm, chest hair soft and fine, and John stroked the mound of muscle gently. Carter shuddered under his touch, and John leaned in to kiss his way down the cleft between the werewolf’s pecs.
Carter groaned, arching his hips up and pressing his bulge into John’s stomach.
John ignored him. He kissed his way across Carter’s chest, luxuriating in the heat and scent of his body, licking and sucking his skin until his mouth was pressing against the edge of Carter’s armpit.
John decided to let his dick do the thinking and pressed his face into the expanse of Carter’s pit, licking and kissing it while Carter groaned in pleasure. When he finally pulled back his face was hot and sticky with sweat.
But John wasn’t done. He sank down to his knees, hands grasping for purchase in the hem of Carter’s leather pants, and pressed his face into the leather-clad bulge of Carter’s cock.
The scent of leather and musk was overpowering, and John traced the line of Carter’s cock with his tongue.
Carter let out a grunt of pleasure, and before John could process what was happening the werewolf had lifted his legs and clamped his thighs around John’s head.
John was trapped, his hands resting on Carter’s hips as the werewolf tried to grind his bulge into John’s face.
Opening his mouth, John started sucking on the leather-clad length of Carter’s cock pressing against his face, earning himself a grunt and a tightening of the thighs around his head that had him worry his head was going to explode. Tapping Carter’s thigh, John was relieved when the werewolf understood the signal and released his head from between his thighs.
John sat back on his haunches and licked his lips, taking a deep breath as he looked up at his werewolf captive.
Carter was panting, looking down at John with a glazed over expression, his chest heaving. John bit his lip, reaching forward and undoing Carter’s pants. They were so tight that getting the button undone was a struggle, and Carter didn’t help matters by writhing his hips like an animal in heat.
Finally, John managed to get Carter’s fly open and pull his pants down around his thighs. Carter’s cock bounced free, huge and hard and leaking, and for a second all John could do was stare at it.
It was so big.
“Put it in your mouth,” Carter grunted, thrusting his hips forward and jabbing the monster cock into John’s face. The bulbous head collided with John’s cheek, smearing it with pre-cum before sliding toward his lips.
John didn’t obey Carter’s command, but instead lowered his face so that he could press his mouth right into the werewolf’s massive balls. They were like two plums, hanging low and ripe, and John loved how heavy they were as they pooled over his nose and forehead as he licked his way into Carter’s taint.
“Oh my God,” Carter groaned, spreading his legs as much as he was able with his pants trapped around his thighs. John ignored him and licked the space between his balls, tasting his sweat and musk and loving every second of it.
The space between Carter’s thighs was hot and sweaty, and John’s face when he pulled away was flushed and overheated. He was breathing hard, and feeling way too hot he stripped off his jacket and shirt before diving back in for more.
“Jerk me off, please,” Carter pleaded, grinding his ass down as John licked his balls and taint, and John decided to grant him his wish. He reached up, blindly searching for Carter’s massive shaft, and started jerking him off with slow and steady strokes.
Carter’s cock was so big that John couldn’t fully wrap his hand around the base, and the way it throbbed and twitched under his touch was incredible. Pulling away from Carter’s taint, John grabbed the werewolf’s cock with a two handed grip at his base and took it into his mouth.
Nothing had ever tasted so good.
***
Carter hadn’t planned on being the one handcuffed to the bars of the prison cell, but now that he was he wasn’t about to complain. John was working his cock like he had something to prove, swallowing him down until he was choking and coughing like a porn star.
It was amazing.
“Yeah, use your tongue. Just like that,” Carter groaned, bucking his hips and fucking into John’s mouth. John spluttered and choked, but rather than pull away he pushed himself down even further on Carter’s cock until his nose was buried in Carter’s pubic hair. Then he reached up and started rolling Carter’s balls in the palm of his hand, and Carter was pushed off the edge like a rocket launched into space. He shot his load with a grunt, his cock throbbing in John’s throat as spurt after spurt of come shot right into the young cop’s belly.
It was the hottest thing Carter had ever felt.
