John looked over his shoulder, frustrated, with every intention of pleading his case, but the words died in his throat. Carter was unbuttoning his shirt, his big fingers deftly worked open the small buttons, revealing his muscular chest and eight pack abs in what had to be the most efficient and sexy strip tease John had ever seen.
“Do you want me to tie you up for real?” Carter asked, pulling off his tie and wrapping one end around his fist. John had to swallow before he could answer, and when he did his voice cracked.
“Yeah… I’d like that.”
Carter grinned and lifted his foot up, placing it square between John’s shoulder blades. He then pushed John’s torso down until it was flat on the floor, bending him in half so that his head was parallel to his knees.
The position was uncomfortable, and John debated with himself the merits of taking up yoga. If he continued this thing with Carter, being a little more flexible might come in handy.
“Hands next you your ankles,” Carter said, still pinning John down with the sole of his shoe. Even if he wanted to, there was no way John was getting away until Carter let him.
He pushed his hands up, lining them up on either side of his ankles, and clenched his fists. Carter lifted his shoe off John’s back, but before John could move an inch the werewolf was crouching down over him, using his back as a seat and once again pressing him down into the floor.
Carter was built like a brick shithouse and John gasped for breath. He was folded in half like a pretzel, Carter’s meaty ass pressing down on his back, and he was loving every second of it.
“You make a good chair,” Carter mused, leaning forward and wrapping his tie around John’s wrist and ankle. He tied the wrist and ankle together with an efficiency that made John wonder just how often he’d done this. “Do you like being used like this?”
Carter bounced, grinding his ass down on John’s back, nearly pressing the air out of his lungs.
“So much,” John said, his voice breathless and strained. Carter let out a pleased little grunt and reached for the shirt he’d let fall to the floor. When he shifted his body his weight pressed down on John’s left flank, making him wheeze.
“Good. In a while I’m going to put you on your back and sit on your face so that you can eat my ass. You’ll love it.”
Carter held the shirt up over John’s back and the next thing John heard was a violent ripping sound. His cock throbbed against the hardwood floor as Carter reached down and tied his other wrist to his ankle, the werewolf’s promise of making him eat his ass made his mouth water.
Carter stepped away, and John lifted his chest off the floor. He stared down at his tied hands and feet, wriggling them to test how tight they were bound.
“You’re not getting out of that until I let you out,” Carter promised, reaching down and grabbing him under the arms. “You’re my little prisoner.”
John gasped as he was lifted off the floor, Carter’s arm snaking around his front and pinning him back against his chest. The werewolf was able to hold him up with just one arm, lifting him through the apartment like he weighed nothing.
Taking him to the bedroom, Carter tossed John down on the bed. He was on his back, legs folded against his chest, his thighs spreading wide open and showing off his hole.
“You look so good like this,” Carter growled, bending down behind the bed and grabbing each of John’s cheeks and spreading them apart. He groped and squeezed John’s ass like the world’s most inappropriate masseuse, leaning in and hocking a wad of spit right onto John’s exposed hole.
“How do you want it?” Carter asked, sliding a finger past John’s rim and curling it right into his prostate. “Slow and thorough or hard and fast?”
“Slow first, hard later,” John said, Carter’s thick finger rubbing against his prostate making it hard to think. His first instinct was to beg for Carter to fuck him hard, but he knew that his ass needed a little love before it could take the kind of abuse Carter was capable of dishing out.
Even with a slow start John was going to be feeling this fordays.
“I can do that, baby,” Carter said, spitting on John’s hole again and pushing a second finger into his ass. The lack of lube was making it burn, but the stretch wasn’t enough to be truly painful.
The use of the word baby made John feel like there were butterflies in his stomach, making him smile up at the ceiling.
“I’m going to open you up so good,” Carter said, spitting on John’s hole again and scissoring his fingers open. John couldn’t help but be impressed that Carter was able to both scissor his ass open and work his prostate at the same time. He let out a yelp when Carter pushed down on his prostate, digging into it and sending a giant spurt of pre-cum out of John’s cock.
“Hold on, I need to get something to lube you up,” Carter said, standing up and pulling his fingers out of John’s ass. He leaned down between John’s legs and planted a kiss on John’s mouth, hovering over him for a second and just grinning down at him.
“You look really pretty like this,” he said, reaching down and stroking John’s cheeks. John blushed, the sincerity on Carter’s voice making him squirm. Carter laughed, reaching down and ruffling his hair before standing up straight and heading out of the room.
John watched him go, marveling at the way his pants hugged his muscular ass and clung to his thick thighs.
“I’ll be right back,” Carter called out over his shoulder.
John let his head fall back on the mattress and pushed his legs together over his stomach. He bit his lip and wondered what he could have possibly done to deserve being tied up and fucked by a man like Carter. He had to have been a saint in a previous life, at least. Here he was, at the mercy of the dominant man of his dreams, drenched in come and about to be fucked again.
It was like a dream come true. Except for Carter’s steadfast insistence that he didn’t actually want anything from John except for a warm body and a hole to fuck.
