It was huge.
A gush of slick wet the back of Peter’s pants as he imagined that big hand coming down on his ass. He could picture it clearly. Carver would lay him over his thigh, the thick limb flexed and rock hard, pinning him down by the small of his back, his dinner-plate-sized hand held up like a paddle to be used on Peter’s plump ass.
Peter whined, grinding his ass down into his seat, his hands moving down to his lap to—
“You don’t touch yourself!”
The biting reprimand came from Tex, and Peter’s hands flew up to the table like he’d been shocked.
“I was just—”
“I saw what you were doing,” Tex interrupted. Unlike Carver with his stern glare, Tex was smirking. “You were going to touch your little cock because the idea of Carver spanking you makes you so hot you can’t stand it.”
Peter nodded, even though Tex hadn’t asked a question.
“Do you need a spanking to help you calm down?” Tex asked.
Peter nodded again. He felt like he was in heat, every cell in his body telling him that the two alphas staring at him were going to claim him.
“Yeah?” Carver asked, his voice rough and low. He pushed his chair back, spreading his legs wide and planting his feet firmly on the floor. He patted his meaty thigh, jerking his chin for Peter to approach.
Peter almost fell out of his chair in his eagerness. He practically flung himself across Carver’s thigh, the firm hand that pushed down on the small of his back grounding him and making the world stand still.
Carver lifted his hand and brought it down on Peter’s ass, the loud smack echoing through the room and making Peter cry out.
It hurt.
“Count,” Carver commanded, his rumbling voice sending shivers down Peter’s spine. “You don’t count; you don’t get spanked.”
Peter whined. He needed Carver to spank him again; he needed to feel that massive hand crashing down on his ass, owning it, and making it sting and burn and feel oh so good.
“One, alpha,” Peter said, Carver’s hand immediately crashing down on his ass again. It drove him hard into Carver’s thigh, almost knocking the breath out of him and making him see stars.
“Two, alpha,” he cried, eager for more.
Carver spanked him again, even harder, and Peter howled. The back of his pants was sticky and wet with slick, his hole an empty cavern that needed to be filled.
“Three, alpha.” Peter would have lifted his ass for the next spank, but Carver’s hand kept him firmly pinned.
Carver didn’t spank him again, and Peter let out a whine of distress. “Three, alpha. Please!”
Carver chuckled, an evil sound that made another gush of slick leak from Peter’s hole.
“I don’t think I will,” Carver said, rubbing his ass. “I think you like it too much.”
“I don’t, I don’t,” Peter lied. “I hate it.”
“No, I think it’s making you even more eager for our knots.” Carver yanked down Peter’s pants, exposing his hole. Without warning, he shoved two fingers into his ass, penetrating him and rubbing over his prostate with enough force to make himscream.
Peter didn’t even realize he was going to come until it happened, his vision going black as his cock exploded and his whole body felt like an electric fireworks parade.
“Is he going into heat?”
The question came from Tex. He sounded giddy, like a kid that had just realized his parents were taking him on a surprise trip to Disney World.
“Looks like it,” Carver said, pushing a third finger into his hole and making him squirm.
Peter wanted to deny it. His heat wasn’t due for another couple of months, but then again, with all the weird blockers he’d been on in prison who knew when his next heat was really due?
