Chad finally turned his face to look at Peter, his expression letting his alpha know exactly what he thought of that. “He calls mepuppy.”
Peter grinned, which was not the reaction Chad was going for. Chad was about to give Peter a piece of his mind, but Peter distracted him by reaching down and squeezing the thick tube of his cock through his sweats.
Chad watched Peter grope himself, his eyes glued on the delicious bulge. When he finally tore his eyes away, Peter was grinning.
“My workout was good,” Peter said, massaging himself lazily through his sweats. “Are you finding anything that looks good?”
Chad shook his head. He was still unemployed, and his prospects weren’t looking good. At this rate he might just go to college.
“You could work for Tank Security,” Peter suggested. Chad blinked, looking up at Peter’s face with a self-deprecating smile.
“You fired me.”
Peter stretched out, dropping his cock and putting his hands behind his head. The muscles in his arms bulged, and the scent wafting off his pits made Chad’s balls tingle.
“Technically you were fired from Tank Security Mercenary Holdings, which I no longer own. Tank Security is a different company.”
Chad licked his lips, not sure if Peter was serious. Peter leaned back into the couch and gave him an earnest look.
“All our remaining contracts are with the military, and you’d be held to the same code of conduct as the enlisted men you’d be working with. Nothing like what happened with D.E. would happen there.”
“Can I think about it?”
“But you don’t have to work, you know.” Peter moved so fast that Chad almost didn’t register it, and suddenly he was straddling Chad’s lap, looking down at him with his cock pressed flat against Chad’s abs. He grinned, the show of teeth making him look almost evil. “You could just stay here and be my full-time plaything.”
Chad shuddered, lifting his hands and placing them on Peter’s muscular obliques. Peter grabbed his wrists and yanked hishands above his head, shifting his grip so that he was holding both of Chad’s wrists in one hand.
“I could put a collar on you, make you walk around on all fours,” Peter said, placing his hand over Chad’s throat, the tip of his thumb and index finger pressing into the point at the corners of his jaw.
Chad swallowed. The idea of wearing Peter’s collar wasn’t an altogether unpleasant one.
Peter’s smile widened. “You like that,” he crooned, squeezing down on Chad’s throat. Chad bucked his hips, but Peter’s weight was on his knees on either side of the couch, and there was nothing for Chad to grind his bulge against.
And then, just as suddenly as he had climbed on top of him, Peter was gone. Chad watched him sprint to the bedroom, a pretty good idea of what he had in mind.
When Peter came back three minutes later, he’d ditched his sweaty shirt and loose pants, exchanging them for a pair of leather chaps and biker boots. His cock and balls were fully exposed, and Chad’s mouth filled with drool at the sight of Peter’s veined length and heavy balls.
In his hand Peter held a leather collar. It was wider than Chad had expected, and made from studded black leather with a gleaming D-ring hanging off the front.
“On your knees,” Peter ordered, coming to a stop right in front of the couch. There was a clear bead of pre-cum on the slit of his cock, and Chad ached to taste it.
Sliding off the couch, Chad placed his hands on the smooth leather over Peter’s thighs. The contrast between soft leatherand hard muscle made his gut clench. Peter reached down and buckled the collar around Chad’s throat.
The pressure on his Adam’s apple was intense.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” Peter asked, taking a short step forward. His cock slapped against Chad’s face, and Peter lifted it up and let it come to rest parallel to Chad’s nose.
The scent was heady and strong, and Chad took a deep breath. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Peter took another step forward, and Chad found his head pushed back and squeezed between Peter’s tree-trunk thighs. His mouth and nose were pressed against Peter’s bared taint, and Peter’s balls were resting heavy on his forehead.
It felt wonderful.
“Why aren’t you licking?” Peter growled, his voice low and dangerous. Chad jumped into action and started swiping his tongue over the sensitive skin under Peter’s balls.
The taste of sweat and musk and alpha exploded on his tongue, and Chad moaned. Peter squeezed his thighs together, trapping him, and Chad thought he was going to come in his pants.
Chad stayed on his knees until his neck ached, licking and worshiping Peter’s taint, ass, and heavy balls. Eventually Peter dropped down onto the couch, grabbing Chad by the hair and moving him so that his lips were pressing against the bulbous head of Peter’s cock.
