Primal (Wrong Side of the Tracks 2)

Dane’s face went red, and he shut his eyes, trying to pull away, but Jag grabbed his hair and climbed on top, keeping him in place.

Dane twitched, but with his arms cuffed under him and Jag’s weight keeping him in place, he had nowhere to go. Jag withdrew from the heat of his mouth to give him time for breathing, but the tip of his dick remained on that wonderfully soft tongue. Tears spilled down the sides of Dane’s mouth, and while they’d worried Jag when they’d first started playing like this, now they fueled his arousal in equal measure with the lusty fear reflected in Dane’s eyes.

As long as the mask stayed on, they could both pretend that this was an anonymous encounter between a predator and his prey, not the rough yet loving sex they had on a daily basis. And they both loved it.

“No… I don’t think this hole is enough for me…” Jag purred and slid his finger into Dane’s mouth, alongside his dick.

Dane blinked, touching the digit with the side of his tongue, but once his fearful yet oversexed brain realized what Jag meant, he leaned up to take down more of the length and sucked, meeting Jag’s eyes. He was so pink. So very hot and desperate.

Jag shivered, straightening up his back and tensing his stomach for Dane’s viewing pleasure. “So eager all of a sudden?” He chuckled and slowly pumped his cock into Dane’s mouth a few times.

Dane loved having his ass fucked and sometimes came without the need for much pressure on his cock, but the role he was playing, the innocent hiker accosted by a beast from the woods, would do anything to keep his hole untouched, even if it meant choking on the monster’s dick in a position that wasn’t optimal for a deep penetration of his throat.

“Mm… mhm,” Dane muttered, shuddering as he swallowed around Jag’s cockhead while rocking his hips against the air.

“Suck harder and maybe you’ll keep your virgin ass safe,” Jag grinned under the mask, keeping his eyes on the cock stretching Dane’s lips. Seeing him give in had Jag so hot he’d have to pull out soon if he wanted to leave his load in Dane’s ass, but for now he’d let himself enjoy this a bit more.

Now that his man was no longer pretending to resist, Jag cupped his head with both hands and shoved in as deep as the position allowed, once again making Dane twitch and shudder as muscles constricted around Jag’s girth, caressing him. It was too damn hot. Dangerously so.

Jag pulled out, holding the base of his dick to steady himself. Dane’s face was a tempting canvas for his cum, but tonight, he needed to claim his prey in a different way.

“Not good enough,” Jag rasped out. “Let’s see if your other hole’s tighter.” He watched Dane, ready for the writhing that came when he moved, taking some of his weight off his lover.

He wasn’t yet set on what position he wanted to nail Dane’s ass in and would go with whatever the upcoming struggle ended up allowing.

“What?” N-no,” Dane cried with a voice raspy from the violation his throat had just been subject to. Saliva and tears made his handsome face shine in the glow of the flashlight, but as soon as he had enough freedom to move, he attempted to twist away and throw Jag off, as if he were a horse in need of breaking.

Jag grabbed the wooden knife lying in the dirt and pressed it to Dane’s belly. “I’d rethink that if I were you.” He ran his other hand down Dane’s thigh, eager to see his prey naked.

Dane’s plump stomach shrank in an attempt to get away from the fake blade, and he sobbed, still foggy-eyed and very much living his fantasy. “No… please… I will suck you off. I can’t take that… I’m not built that way,” he whispered, blinking away tears.

Jag sucked in fragrant air. “Oh, you are built for it. I’ll show you.” He slid off, never taking the knife away from Dane’s skin as he pulled on the waistband of his sweatpants. He couldn’t wait to see Dane’s cock, and whimpered with pleasure when it popped out, dark and hard with arousal the character he was playing denied.

As his thick, hairy legs were exposed, one of them smacked Jag’s flank in a parody of violence, and Jag let out a dull growl from behind the mask, spreading his man’s legs to avoid being hit again.

He kneeled between them and pushed Dane’s knees to his chest, folding him in half. This left the most vulnerable part of Dane beautifully exposed. Jag exhaled, overheating as he looked down at his man’s cockhead, which so delightfully glistened with pre-cum, at the tight balls, and the hungry hole he couldn’t wait to feed with his dick.