Hanging up the phone and lying back on the couch, Chad was struck by what a huge decision he’d just made. He had an alpha, someone responsible for him who could be held legally accountable for his actions.
Someone with the right to punish him.
Chad shuddered. He wondered what being punished by Peter would be like. He could imagine Peter, stern and formidable, pushing him down over his lap with a firm grip on his neck and lifting his hand up high… Chad could almost feel the alpha’s palm on his ass.
Grinning, licking his lips, and working his cock through his sweats, Chad couldn’t believe how much the idea of playing kinky sex games with Peter was turning him on.
Then again, it shouldn’t surprise him. Peter had used him as a human footstool, and Chad had loved every second of it. Chad obviously had hidden depths of kinky depravity, and Peter brought it out of him in ways that thrilled and surprised him.
Restless, feeling like he needed to move, Chad headed to Peter’s gym and started working out, despite the fact that he’d just showered. As he lay down on the weightlifting bench and started lifting, cock still pressing against the front of his sweats, he wondered if he’d ever reach a point where something Peter wanted would turn him off.
Putting the weights back on their support and moving on to the dumbbells, Chad decided he didn’t need to worry.
If he ever found himself not liking what Peter was doing, Peter would stop.
It was that simple.
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Chapter 27
Peter took the morning off work to drive Chad to the airport, and it was just as awful as he’d thought it would be. It took all his willpower to not order Chad to stay.
“That everything?” Peter asked, looking around Chad’s dingy apartment. Chad had his duffle bag over his shoulder, all packed and ready to go.
“Yep,” Chad said. He looked around the room like he was looking for a reason to linger.
“I’ll have someone pack your stuff and move you into my place before you get back,” Peter walked up to Chad and pulled him in for a kiss. “Is the furniture yours?”
Chad shook his head.
“Good. We should get going in case there’s traffic on the highway.” He took Chad’s hand and led him out of the apartment and down the stairs. A head popped out of the door leading to the second-story hallway.
“Chad, are you leaving?”
It was Chad’s friend, Topher. He looked at Peter warily, stepping into the hall. Peter just lifted his eyebrow, having no intention of preventing Chad from saying goodbye to his friend.
“Yeah, we’re heading to the airport now.”
Topher walked forward and shook Chad’s hand, and then pulled him in for a one-armed hug. Peter suppressed a growl, knowing that there was nothing even remotely sexual in the show of affection.
“Well, I’ll miss you. Have a nice flight and… holy fuck, is that a claiming bite?” Topher turned to Peter with a shockedexpression, looking at him like he’d just found out he’d stolen Chad’s manhood.
Chad just smiled. “Yeah, he asked me yesterday morning. Hurts like a bitch.” He sounded thrilled.
“Wow,” Topher said, his shocked expression falling away. “I guess congratulations are in order.”
“Thank you.” Peter moved next to Chad and put a proprietary hand on his lower back.
“Well, give me a call when you get back so that we can hang out.” Topher shot a nervous look in Peter’s direction, like he was asking if that was okay, and Peter forced a friendly smile. He didn’t want to alienate Chad from his friends, no matter how jealous he was.
Topher relaxed.
“I will,” Chad promised.
They said goodbye, and Topher slipped out of the stairway and back into the hall. When the door closed behind him, Chad chuckled.
Peter gave him a quizzical look as they headed down the remaining stairs. “What’s so funny?”
