Rory raised his gaze to say something kind, but dismissive. He didn’t like boys. He just craved Casey, and he had to get him out of his system. When he glanced into Chad’s eyes, they were so hopeful and sweet he didn’t want to hurt his feelings. “Sure, Chad. I’ll dance with you,” he heard himself say. “Let me eat a bite or two first, okay?”
“Sure. I’ll sit with you while you eat if that’s okay?”
Rory shrugged and was about to make some kind of excuse when he saw Casey glaring across the room at Chad’s hand still on his arm. A kind of thrill went through him. Casey was jealous, really jealous, from the look of fury
on his face. Some perverse little demon took hold of him, and suddenly he wanted to make Casey miserably jealous. He wanted to make Casey just as uncomfortable and confused as Casey made him. He put his arm around Chad’s shoulders and squeezed. “Sure you can, honey. Let’s find a place to sit down. ”
He led Chad over to an empty table, feeling the waves of disapproval coming off Casey. They hit him in a palpable tide of anger and jealousy, spurring him on to do even more. When they arrived at the table, he pulled out the chair for Chad and even dropped a little kiss on his cheek. Chad blushed, evidently pleased at the attention.
He was a cute little thing, taking after his human mother in size, not much smaller than Rory. Until the recent changes instigated by Nicky, male pets, mated or unmated, were not permitted to wear shirts. Though now many had adapted to common clothes, Chad hadn’t, showing off lean muscles across his shoulders and arms and a full expanse of smooth, tanned skin on his abs. He had very pretty brown eyes shining with excitement. A part of Rory felt guilty at the idea of leading him on. He really had no interest in anyone except Casey, but the temptation of irritating Casey was too great to allow him to stop. Sitting down beside the young man and scooting his chair up close, Rory ate a little, not really tasting anything, too aware of Casey glaring at them from across the room. Chad babbled about something the whole time. Rory paid little attention, just nodding occasionally to make him think he was.
When he finished, he pushed his plate back and stood up, offering his hand to Chad. “Let’s dance. I’m not very good at it. In fact, I really can’t dance at all. You may have to show me. ”
Chad jumped up eagerly, and the two of them went to the dance floor as a slow song started up. Chad put both his arms enthusiastically around Rory’s neck and pushed his body up close, brushing his groin against Rory’s. Rory blushed and almost pulled away, but he heard Casey growl from across the room. Rory glanced nervously over at him and saw Casey get to his feet and start their way. He wrapped both arms around Chad’s waist and deliberately turned his back on Casey.
Rory bent down to kiss the side of Chad’s neck, knowing it would enflame Casey even further, and sure enough, a big hand came down hard on his shoulder and ripped him away from the pet. Casey put himself between Rory and the confused and frightened boy, but said gently, “Sorry pet, this wolf is playing games with you. Please excuse us. ”
Chad ducked his head, mumbling, “Yes, sir,” and moved quickly away, casting a glance back over his shoulder at Rory. Before Rory could react, Casey turned back to him, took him firmly by the arm, and proceeded to drag him outside.
The cool air hit Rory like a wake-up call as they stepped outside, and he shivered, half from the cold and half from the excitement of Casey being so responsive to jealousy and being so forceful. What had he been doing? He felt guilty for leading Chad on just to make Casey jealous, yet he could feel his cock hardening and his stomach fluttering like a bucket full of butterflies. Casey backed him up against the nearest wall and leaned over him, a hand on either side of his head.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m not doing anything. I was just dancing with a friend. ”
“Dancing with a friend, my ass. You two were practically making out on the dance floor. You belong to me, buddy, and you better get used to the idea. ”
Rory tried to push him away, but it was like trying to push a brick wall. “Leave me alone! First you say I belong to you, whatever that means, and then you say I don’t. Then you come to my room and—damn it, I’m not interested in you! And I’m getting whiplash from your changing moods. ”
“I’m not going to leave you alone, so get used to it. ” Casey cupped Rory’s balls through his jeans and squeezed. Rory yelped in surprise, not pain, and tried to pull away in embarrassment.
Casey squeezed harder. “Stop struggling or you’ll get hurt. ”
Rory gazed up into those green eyes, mesmerized by them. He stopped moving immediately and stood still, trembling all over, his cock throbbing.
“Good boy. Now kiss me. ”
Rory had to stand on tiptoe to reach his lips, and Casey didn’t bend an inch. Kissing Casey while he held his balls in a firm grip was definitely a different experience. He felt controlled and humiliated, but excited too, and his damn, traitorous dick got even harder.
Casey didn’t kiss him back, just stood there while Rory pressed a chaste little kiss to his lips.
“You call that a kiss? I said, kiss me. ”
Rory sighed and stood on tiptoe again, putting both arms around Casey’s neck and pressing his lips firmly against Casey’s. He tried his best to part Casey’s lips with his tongue and nearly despaired before Casey relaxed the tension around his mouth and allowed him access. Rory swept his tongue over his lips and the inside of his mouth, ending with a little lick and a nibble on his lips. That wonderful smell of Casey’s overpowered him again, and his knees sagged a little. Casey relented and put his free arm around Rory’s waist, holding him up.
Casey broke the kiss, and when it was over, Rory slumped, trying to bury his nose in Casey’s neck.
“No more dancing with other boys, you understand? Or girls either. ”
“Okay. ”
Casey gave his balls a little harder squeeze. “Yes, sir. ”
“Yes, sir,” Rory whispered, another little thrill shooting through him.
“Now you’re coming with me to my room. ”
“No!” The idea of leaving with Casey scared Rory to death. He knew exactly what would happen if he went to Casey’s room. The possible repercussions were too scary to deal with. Flirting and kissing were one thing, even Casey visiting him in his room, but to totally surrender to him was quite another. Even though Casey’s aggressiveness gave him a thrill, something deep inside Rory warned that to surrender to him would mean the end of his life as he knew it. He had to be certain he could live with the results before he made that commitment. He wasn’t quite ready to give himself over to someone else like that. He didn’t know if he could do it, and he didn’t trust Casey enough.