The slick foam amplified the power behind the touch, and by the time Colin leaned back, thoughtlessly rolling his entire body against Taron’s powerful form, his dick was fully hard and so sensitive he couldn’t hold in the sounds of his pleasure. He wasn’t usually like this. His sex life was about some quick fun, but the addition of anxiety created an addictive cocktail that had him drunker with every swig.
“Fuck…”
He’d never experimented with bondage either, eager to call the shots and leave as soon as he was done, but when he pulled on the rope with his wrists and couldn’t get out, his dick twitched in Taron’s hand. Taron’s low groan against the back of Colin’s head was reminiscent of a hungry bear, and the tickle of Taron’s wet beard rubbing his flesh only amplified every sensation.
Fuck, yet again. Turned out Colin really fucking liked beards.
Why hadn’t he fucked a bearded guy before? There were tons of them around nowadays!
Colin half-expected to feel the cock on his skin again, but Taron wasn’t hasty. He had his prey where he wanted, and he would take his time before he bit in.
When the big hand twisted around Colin’s dick, the tug made Colin push his hips forward and once again rise to his toes, seeking more touch. With the soaking wet ground under his feet, the fresh air, and the sun on his skin, the water might as well have been summer rain. It made no sense, but despite the bonds, and with the strong arms of his abductor around him, he’d never felt more liberated. He’d been taken. No one could blame him for not doing his homework, not making it on time for dinner, or not attending parties. Or for giving into the lust of his awful, evil abductor.
Taron pressed his cock to Colin’s tail bone, right above his ass. There was no more fabric between them, and that thick tool had only one reason to be where it was.
The bite to Colin’s ear was more animalistic than his former lovers’ nibbles, and he whimpered like a wounded deer. There was no need for Taron to hurt him, because he would give in without a fight just to end this agony.
He’d been hunted down, and now came the time for the predator’s meal.
Colin rolled his ass, so turned on he didn’t even think about moving until the piece of stiff meat moved up his spine in a promise that already had his hole feeling ripe.
What the fuck was wrong with him? He should’ve been terrified. Instead, his brain was overcome with the need for dick.
Taron reached his slippery fingers between Colin’s buttocks without any other foreplay, but he didn’t just shove them in, and toyed with the opening of Colin’s hole instead. Everything seemed to be happening too fast, yet his body screamed for much more, much quicker. He’d be fucked raw. He knew it and couldn’t find it in himself to resent the notion.
Even with the soap for lubricant, Taron’s fingertips felt rough against the sensitive skin around Colin’s hole, and he arched into the touch as arousal finally took over completely, chasing away the fear of being mauled. His hips danced as he went up and down, briefly squeezing his buttocks around the thick digits, but when hot breath moved against the bare skin of his neck, that was where his attention shifted, and he crooked his neck to expose the vulnerable flesh to the man who wanted to mark him as his.
The bite was brutal, and would leave marks, but it felt like a wordless demand for submission, not just something to cause him pain. As Taron chewed on Colin’s neck, he pushed in two fingers, stretching Colin’s ass and getting him ready for what now felt inevitable.
Colin let out a strangled scream, shocked by the ferocity of the intrusion. The penetration wasn’t there to arouse him, it was to prepare him for the girth that Taron wanted to stuff into his hole. And that was one of the most exciting things imaginable. A strong, handsome man like Taron was so turned on by Colin that he couldn’t wait. That he needed to take him already, without discussing limits or sweet talking a new guy into trying bondage, or worrying whether Colin had sufficiently prepared himself for anal. He just did whatever his instincts told him, and in this moment, it meant roughly pumping two fingers in and out and leaving a fist-sized hickey on Colin’s neck.
Just as Colin was easing into it despite his body trembling like a leaf in the wind, Taron removed his fingers, leaving Colin’s ass hollow, and his cock begging for more touch. He yelped, weightless for a second when Taron pulled on the rope with enough strength to lift Colin, but Colin’s feet slapped back into the muddy grass when Taron untied the cord completely.