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Stryker

The fucker was in his place.

Stryker stared at his phone as Gavin waved at the monitor. This might the best thing that ever happened to Styker. So Papi wanted to play? Let the games begin.

He stuffed his bag of snacky-snacks under his shirt before he jumped back onto his bike. He revved the engine and took off. Gavin was up to something. Other than going through Stryker’s personal space. How had Gavin found him?

Stryker knew he hadn’t done anything to give himself away.

There was no fucking chance of that!

Damn it, how had Stryker messed up?

Barreling down the small-town road on his bike, Stryker didn’t know how to feel. Gavin had tracked him down and that was kind of sexy. It was also worrisome if Stryker was losing his touch. Had he lost his touch? Was spending his time stalking Gavin screwing with his brilliance? Nah, that was impossible. He wasn’t losing anything. Gavin was just better than Stryker had anticipated.

Gavin was truly a worthy opponent.

Stryker cackled under his helmet.

This might not be the game that Stryker had laid out but he was nothing if not adaptable.

Gavin turned the tables on him. Stryker was about to upheave Gavin’s world upside down.

He made the turn into the entrance of the state park too fast. His rear tire slipped and spun but Stryker was able to correct his mistake. He pulled back on the throttle. It wouldn’t do him any good if he wrecked out. Stryker needed to return to his RV in one piece.

Stryker had to slow down even more when he reached the campground parking. There were families all around him and Stryker didn’t hurt the innocent. Ever. It killed him but Stryker maneuvered his bike back in front of the RV.

He shut off the bike and put down the stand before jumping from it.

Stryker raced to his door and up the steps. He pushed the door open and started to search his place for Gavin. He’d half expected Gavin to be in his bed or something outrageous like that. Admittedly that was more of a Stryker move but it would have been cool.

Gavin was not there.

However, he had totally made his presence known.

Stryker picked up the black T-shirt off his chair and grinned. He was already getting his Papi out of his clothes. Score! He noticed the note.

Ten minutes? Ten minutes until what?

And was it really a challenge to find the his prey? Stryker didn’t even bother to sit. Bending over the keyboard, he searched the security cameras until he spotted Gavin leaving his RV. Shirtless.

Gavin headed back into the woods.

Toward his home.

Haha, fucker! Stryker knew where he was headed.

He ripped the helmet off his head. Reaching into a drawer to his left, Stryker grabbed his favorite mask. His Call of Duty ghost mask. Perfect.

Stryker pulled the mask on before he headed for the door. He grabbed a flashlight he’d found during his initial search of the RV.

It was time to take the game into real life.

He had some hunting to do.

* * * * *

Gavin

He dropped his right boot.

His right sock.

Every few feet Gavin was leaving a piece of himself behind so that his little stalker wouldn’t get too lost in the dark woods.

Gavin yanked his left boot off and tossed it onto his makeshift trail. He didn’t need the help since he had paranormal sight but if the boy didn’t grab a light, he’d be screwed. Gavin really hoped that Stryker was playing along. He wasn’t an expert at any of this. He’d just hoped to lure Stryker out of hiding.

After a dozen steps, he dropped his left sock.

Gavin only had one last piece of clothing, but he was close to the spot that he’d picked out.

He stepped over the log that told him that he was in the right place.

Shucking his jeans off, Gavin laid them over the log.

Now all he had to do was wait.

If he were better at the whole camera thing, he’d have set up something so he could watch Stryker scrambling to get to him. Gavin had waited just inside the tree line until Stryker had pulled up, way too fast, on his bike. Gavin had set the timer on his watch a minute after Stryker had entered the RV.

Four minutes to go.

Would the boy make it?

Did Stryker even want to?

What if Stryker didn’t come? Or was late?

After going through all this, Gavin had to hold on to hope.

He picked up the labored breathing of a human close by.

Gavin’s cock hardened.

This was it.

He was about to get what he’d been waiting on.

It took everything in him to remain leaning back against the trunk of the tree. Gavin had to show the patience that he was known for. Stryker was coming to him. The plan was working. The game was real.

* * * * *

Stryker

This fucker was brilliant.

Stryker picked up each decarded article of clothing that had been left for him. Gavin was indeed changing the rules of the game. Stryker was not going to complain. He had been watching Gavin for so long that he was actually nervous to be tracking him down. In real life.

Would Gavin be disappointed with him? Did Stryker want to test his theory that once Gavin had him, Stryker would be sent packing? It was too late to turn back now.

Running the flashlight over the log in front of him, Stryker spotted the jeans just lying there.

Gavin was close.

Stryker could practically feel eyes on him.

He swiped the light from side to side.

His breath caught as he illuminated the sexy naked form leaning against the tree.

Gavin barked out a laugh. “A mask? Really, boy?”

Stryker added the rest of the clothes he’d picked up to where the jeans rested. “Well, Papi. You didn’t show me your cock before. And I asked so nicely.”

“It’s okay, boy,” Gavin said as he pushed off the tree. “I’ll show you whatever you want now that you found me.”

Fuck! This was hot! “So, I get my reward?”

“Reward?” Gavin asked. He was closer. So much closer but too far still.

“I followed your rules,” Stryker said.

“Just like the good boy you are,” Gavin praised.

Stryker snorted. He was not and had never been a good boy one day in his life.

“You don’t like me calling you that?”

“It’s not true,” Stryker admitted. How Stryker felt about that…well, that was pretty confusing so he would ignore it.

“Which part? The good or the boy?”

Behind his mask, Stryker was grinning. “You can call me boy. I have no intention of stopping calling you Papi. Hopefully as you’re buried deep inside me.” Stryker really hoped that was happening soon.

“You’re a bit overdressed for this party,” Gavin told him. He was so much closer. Almost close enough to touch.

“Am I?” he taunted. “What are you going to do about that, Papi?”

“Undress,” Gavin ordered, voice hard.

Oh yeah. Stryker was totally into this part of the game.

“What if I’m shy?”

Gavin grasped the base of his cock. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

His knees went weak. Stryker really wanted that gorgeous cock inside him. Mouth or ass. He wasn’t picky.

“Or do you really just want to watch?” Gavin gave himself a few strokes.

A whimper escaped before Stryker could hold it in.

“That’s not what you want though, is it?” Gavin asked. He knew. They both knew that Gavin knew. Just another part of the game. Gavin’s cock looked so good in his own hand, but it would look better if it were Stryker touching him.

Stryker shook his head. He couldn’t even get the words out.

“Undress,” Gavin repeated.

They were really doing this. He was doing this. Stryker reached for his mask. This was it.

“Oh no, my little nugget. Keep the mask on.”

Nugget? What the fuck did that mean? Stryker hesitated.

“Boots first,” Gavin demanded.

O…kay. With a shrug, Stryker bent to unlace his boots.

Gavin moved. Stepped behind him.

Was he staring at Stryker’s ass? Hmm, Stryker could work with that.

“Slowly,” Gavin told him. “You’re going to give me a show this time.”

“Whatever you want, Papi,” Stryker quipped.

“Watch your mouth, boy.” There was a growl at the end of Gavin’s words. “Don’t make promises that you might not be able to keep.”

Stryker had to swallow hard. He was still bent over. Gavin was proving to be more than a worthy game player. Everything he said, the tone, it was just perfect. Exactly what Stryker had been fantasizing about.

Maybe it wasn’t Stryker’s game after all. Stryker had thought that he’d been the one in charge of his interactions between him and Gavin. But had he? Thinking back, Stryker had to admit that Gavin had been keeping him on his toes from the very beginning.

Gavin had given Stryker little glimpses of what Stryker had asked for. Gavin had set the tone of the text messages. Gavin was the one to set his laptop facing the bed to tease Stryker. Realization hit that he wasn’t the one in charge.

“We can slow down.” Gavin’s palm pressed against his lower back.

“No,” Stryker whispered. “This is perfect.”

“Do you need help?”

Did he? Stryker nodded.

“Good boy,” Gavin murmured.

Stryker shivered. Why did he like those two words?

“I’ve got you.” Gavin ran his palm down the curve of Stryker’s ass before the light touch left him. He walked around to kneel in front of Stryker.

Was it the blood rushing to his head from being bent over or was it Gavin’s proximity that was making him lightheaded?

Stryker looked at Gavin, meeting the dark gaze, and gulped.

Gavin smiled. He finished unlacing the boot that Stryker had started. A tap to his foot and Stryker lifted it. Gavin removed the boot and sock. He started with the second boot. They repeated the steps until Stryker was standing barefoot on the damp forest soil.

“Do you need a safe word?” Gavin asked softly.

“No!” Stryker’s voice echoed around them.

Gavin chuckled. “That was very certain. You have no idea what I plan on doing to you.”

That was the point! “Please.”

“Oh, my little nugget. You are perfect.” Gavin leaned forward, pressing his nose against Stryker’s stomach. He breathed deep.

Stryker was really glad that he’d taken a long shower that afternoon after returning from his in-person stalking mission. He had expected to be sniffed after all. Before Stryker could react, Gavin pulled back then reached for the button of Stryker’s pants.

His cock was already so hard. There was no way that Gavin wouldn’t have noticed. Stryker didn’t know whether he should pull away or push toward Gavin so he didn’t do anything. He stood there as Gavin unbuttoned Stryker’s pants before he slowly lowered the zipper.

Gavin tugged the pants down Stryker’s legs and to his ankles.

He stepped out of his pants, leaving him in a pair of tight black briefs and his black T-shirt and mask.

Once again Gavin bent forward and sniffed Stryker. This time in the crease of his leg. So close that Gavin’s cheek brushed against his aching dick.

Stryker gasped. He had to fist his hands to keep from reaching for Gavin.

“You smell so good,” Gavin breathed out.

The words caused Stryker to shudder hard. “Please—”

“Remember the first time that you touched yourself for me?” Gavin whispered.

“Right after you and your friends took out the entire coven,” Stryker said. “It was on a Zoom call.”

“You were in that shitty old apartment at a desk in your mask, this mask, with your pants open,” Gavin added.

“I was so hard for you,” Stryker confessed. “You were so bossy.”

“And you were such a brat.” Gavin smiled again. “Just my type.” He tugged on Stryker’s briefs, revealing his hard cock.

“You must like brats,” Stryker teased.

“Maybe.” Gavin wrapped his hand around Stryker’s shaft. “Maybe I do.”

Stryker pushed his hips forward.

“That doesn’t mean that you’re in charge of this game.”

Stryker nodded. “Was I ever in charge?”

“No, boy. It was fun to let you think you were,” Gavin said.

“It is fun,” Stryker agreed.

“Don’t worry.” Gavin stroked him. “We’re not done yet.”

Stryker didn’t want to think about what would happen when Gavin was done with him. He was tired. Stryker was always on the run. Moving from place to place. Always alone. It hadn’t been an issue until he’d seen how close Gavin and his friends were.

“Attention on me,” Gavin ordered. His fingers tightened around the base of Stryker’s dick.

“You have all my attention,” Stryker promised.

“Take your shirt off,” Gavin told him.

“Mask?”

“No, you wanted it on,” Gavin replied. “Leave it on.”

Maybe Stryker didn’t want to leave it on any longer. Maybe just maybe he was ready to show himself to Gavin. He also wanted to be a good boy for the other man. He craved to hear those two words again.

Stryker carefully pulled his T-shirt up his torso then removed it. He allowed the garment to float to the forest floor.

Now they were both naked. Well, except for the mask. Stryker’s final barrier between him and Gavin.

“Such a good boy for me,” Gavin praised.

“Yes!” Stryker hissed.

“You like that?” Gavin jerked his cock faster. “Being my good boy?”

“Yes!”

“Then here is your first treat.” Gavin closed his lips around the tip of Stryker’s cock and sucked.

Stryker about lost his mind.

He grabbed hold of Gavin’s shoulders to keep his knees from buckling.

Running his tongue under the head of Stryker’s cock, Gavin then sucked him deep. Took Stryker’s shaft to the back of his throat.

Stryker managed to babble out something. Encouragement? Protest?

Gavin kept sucking. Adding a twist of his fingers and stroking along with every time he pulled back. Stryker had been hard before but now he was desperate. This was better than any other blowjob that he’d ever received.

“I can’t—” Stryker gasped.

Gavin pulled away to peer up at Stryker from his knees. “You gonna come for me, boy?”

“Please!”

“You can come,” Gavin told him.

“I want you to fuck me!” Stryker wanted to shove his dick back in Gavin’s mouth. He wanted Gavin’s cock inside him. He wanted everything!

“Oh, my little nugget. I’m going to fuck you. Don’t you worry about that. First you are going to come for me like a good boy.” Gavin took Stryker’s cock back in his mouth and swallowed hard.

Dropping his head back, Stryker shouted out his release to the trees that surrounded them.