Tex grinned. Peter’s cock was sore and oversensitive, but his pleas now were nothing like the ones regarding the handcuffs. This torture was pure bliss, and Tex knew it.
“Lick,” Tex commanded, having mercy on Peter’s poor cock and lifting his hand out of the boy’s pants. He held his come-streaked glove in front of Peter’s face, the white spend of Peter’s orgasm a stark contrast against the buttery soft leather, his other hand clamping down on Peter’s jaw and holding him in place.
Tentative, Peter stuck out his tongue as Tex brought the soiled glove to his lips. After the first swipe, he grew bolder, mouth opening wide so that the broad side of his tongue could scoop up as much spunk as possible.
“Greedy.” Tex chuckled, pushing three fingers into Peter’s mouth, wiping them off on his tongue while Peter closed his lips around them and sucked.
Peter moaned out an assent, pushing his ass back against the front of Tex’s breeches and the rock-hard monster trapped inside.
Tex growled, the sound low in his throat, involuntary and instinctive.
He lowered his face and kissed Peter’s neck, teeth closing around the skin under his ear in a not so playful bite. Peter’s whole body convulsed like he’d been shocked, a pornographic moan bursting from his lips.
The reaction was telling, and Tex vowed to see where else Peter liked to feel the bite of his teeth.
“My cock is so hard,” Tex grunted, pressing his bulge against Peter’s ass and grinding into it. “I want to feel your mouth on it.”
“Okay,” Peter said, his voice eager. Tex bodily swung him around, his hold far more aggressive than he’d intended as he pushed him to his knees. Peter’s hands flailed, his fingers grasping for purchase on Tex’s belt, the tight space between the wall and Tex’s body giving him no room to steady himself.
Tex pushed his hips forward, mashing his bulge against Peter’s face and grabbing him by the hair. The touch of Peter’s nose dragging up the side of his cock, his every move directed by Tex’s tight-fisted grip, sent a pulse of heat through Tex’s shaft and down into his toes.
This was the life.
Tex popped the button on his fly and undid his zipper, maneuvering around his cumbersome belt and pulling out his cock. Red and angry, the bulbous length smacked against Peter’s face, Tex grabbing it by the base and painting Peter’s face with smears of pre-come.
“Open your mouth,” Tex commanded, shifting his stance so that his balls came to rest on Peter’s chin. He just loved the way his heavy sac spread over Peter’s face, his massive balls coming to rest on the boy’s mouth and chin.
“Show my balls some love,” Tex said, holding Peter in position by the grip on his hair. When Peter didn’t immediately start licking, Tex gave his hair a nasty tug.
“Lick, Peter! That wasn’t a fucking request.”
At Tex’s growled command, Peter started licking, lavishing Tex’s balls with spit.
This was how Tex liked it.
“Good boy, now keep your tongue out and open wide.”
Pulling back, Tex aimed his cock at Peter’s lips, pushing past his teeth and toward the back of his throat with slow and steady movements.
Peter gagged almost immediately.
“Swallow as it goes in,” Tex instructed, frustrated. He’d expected to have to train Peter to take him how he liked it, but this was really terrible. “Breathe through your nose and relax your throat.”
Peter tried—Tex could tell that he was making an effort—but the minute Tex pushed the head of his cock over the back half of Peter’s tongue, he started gagging.
They’d have to work on this another time. Tex was late for work as it was.
“Just suck the head,” Tex instructed, pulling back his foreskin and letting the tip of his cock rest on the edge of Peter’s tongue. Peter obeyed, closing his mouth and starting to suck like his life depended on it. “That’s good, now reach up and work my shaft with your hand. Squeeze it harder—no, further down. That’s perfect.”
Looking down at Peter’s face, his jaw stretched wide by Tex’s cock and his eyes glassy with tears from his earlier gagging, Tex couldn’t hold back any longer. He erupted into Peter’s mouth without warning, shooting hard, catching Peter on an inhale and sending him into a frenzied coughing fit.
Standing over him while he tried to catch his breath, Tex milked his cock and continued spewing his load all over the top of Peter’s head. It went everywhere, splattering the wall, floor and top of Tex’s boots.
By the time he tucked himself away, he’d made quite a mess, and Peter had stopped coughing.
“Warn me next time,” Peter said, his voice hoarse.
Tex glared, licking his lips and crossing his arms as he stared silently down at his little omega.
