“Don’t move, or I’ll slice you to pieces and cook you over that fire,” he rasped through the mask, feeling his balls tense with arousal at the violence implied by the threat.
Dane stiffened, arching back in a way that pushed his neck against the fake blade. If it had been the real thing, Dane would already have cut himself, which somehow made the whole scene more exciting.
“W-what? Who are you?” Dane uttered as a deep shiver washed over him, telling Jag everything about his appreciation for the pretend-aggression.
“I’m the wolf in these woods, and you chose the wrong path.” Jag growled and pressed his cock against Dane’s ass, unable to stand the wait any longer. His body hair bristled, and he gripped Dane’s wrist harder. His man might be big, but Jag was stronger and more adept at combat. There was no running from him.
Oh, the glide of Jag’s groin against the round butt in front of him was heaven.
Dane whimpered, squeezing his thighs together, but despite the blade pressing his throat, he dropped the flashlight and took hold of Jag’s forearm, trying to free himself. It would prompt more force. And he loved that.
Jag grinned under the mask, feeling as if his fangs were growing longer in the struggle. He dropped the knife to grab Dane’s other arm, but when Dane attempted to kick back, Jag had no mercy, and used the moment of distraction to pull on Dane’s ankle with his foot.
They toppled to the ground, and Jag pulled out the leather cuffs he’d made for the occasion. He could only hope Dane hadn’t hurt himself falling, but he would have said something if he wanted to stop, so Jag put the restraints on him with a huff.
“You’ll learn what happens to men who come into my woods.”
Dane gave a squeal when the cuffs secured his wrists together, and while he kept struggling, there was an immediate change in him, as if he’d only just realized how serious his situation was. “I… I’m sorry. I thought those were p-public woods. I’ll gather everything and leave!”
“Too late now. You’ll be paying for what you already burned. I like the look of you though. If you play nice, I’ll let you live.” Jag lifted himself off Dane’s ass to turn him over, because he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity to play with his prey first.
The fallen flashlight cast its glow across the dirt and grass but also reached Dane’s form, making the black half of his hair and beard shine as he looked up at Jag with features slack with fear despite the very obvious hardon in his pants.
“What? N-no… I’m not gay,” he uttered, shivering again while his soft, hairy chest rose and fell.
Jag chuckled and ran his fingers to Dane’s beard. He would have never allowed himself such cruelty if he hadn’t known Dane enjoyed it, but playing the role of a monster fueled his lust unlike anything else. The forest around them was so peaceful in comparison to the storm raging in Jag’s chest.
“I didn’t ask if you were,” he said and pulled his pants down just enough to show off his erection. He hadn’t bothered wearing underwear tonight. “You have a hot, wet mouth. That’s all I care about.”
This time, Dane couldn’t disguise his arousal, and his eyes flashed with lust as he opened his mouth, eyeing the cock bobbing in front of him in a pulsing motion. “I— uh… no, you can’t do this,” Dane whispered, returning his eyes to Jag’s face as his breath came at a faster pace.
“I can, and I will.” He reached back between Dane’s legs and grabbed the stiff dick waiting for more pleasure. “I think you will like it. I think you’re a greedy, horny sack of flesh that can’t wait to get his mouth filled,” he whispered, lowering himself so his balls grazed Dane’s lips. He couldn’t wait to saw between them, but his lover had taught him how to prolong pleasure by teasing.
The heat of Dane’s damp breath made his thigh muscles twitch, but moments later, his lover twisted away, and the sac slid over the blond part of his short beard. “No… Stop… Help!” he yelled, bucking under Jag, as if he really itched to flee the threat of fucking.
Jag pushed him down, then grabbed his cheeks to force his mouth open. “Oh, you can scream all you want. No one’s here. No one will come to save you.” He pushed his cock into Dane’s soft, hot mouth as their eyes met, stifling whatever answer might have rolled off that wonderful tongue. “Oh yes. That’s it. Maybe I should keep you.” A shiver of pleasure went up his spine when his cockhead slid over Dane’s palate and snuck straight into his throat, prompting him to choke.