Page 71 of Tracking Luxe

He loved the fucking reins.

The reins felt good in his large paws.

When he buckled the belt around Snake's neck he supposed they were both cognizant of what they were doing was fucking wrong in some small way.

They were club brothers. Friends. Murderers-in-arm. How sweet and nostalgic. Lawless got all tingly. Or maybe it was just his Johnson wanting to shoot off.

And this was the second time Lawless had commanded his dominant side over Snake ... at Snake's request.

It was like he was running a day-care for deviants.

With the ends of the belt wrapped around his fist, he tugged and made Snake's head cant down. His other hand kept moving on his cock, drawing the leaked fluid down the shaft.

Snake was groaning heavily, the pleasure making him spit curses.

Lawless had a bit of a book club going with Texas. No dicks were harmed in the making of those e-readers.

He supposed this was his freak club. Dicks included.

"You gotta get your shit together." Law told Snake. “Life’s too fucking short to deny the kinky shit you like. And I won’t do this again for you, are you listening? I’ll snap your fucking neck if you ever look at me like this again.”

"Do it." Snake issued thickly in a tortured voice that didn’t even sound like him. “Please…” The submissive asked and what could a dominant do but answer.

God-fucking-damn.

This was all wrong.

And right.

And it felt good.

But still, fucking wrong, wrong,wrong. Friends did not choke each other out just because one friend was a closet motherfucker who liked to be treated like shit. Didn’t they make a song about that? He’d have to check his Spotify later.

Lawless sucked in air and then very slowly he twisted his wrist and tightened his belt forcing a fresh bout of grunts from Snake as he struggled to contain what he was feeling.

Strange that Law hadn't thought he'd be choking a brother tonight. He might have dressed up for it.

Stranger still to know they'd both get off very soon.

He knew what he was doing, hadn't he watched a YouTube video that one night when he was drunk and covered in pussy.

His own blood boiled.

Fuck.

Fuck.

"Get me out." He issued in a voice that croaked nastily. For good measure, he kicked Snake's legs wider, making his back crack against the wall and the belt to tighten around his throat cutting off his air. Erotic asphyxiation between friends, just what every boy wanted for Christmas.

Fingers went at his jeans.

Lessons were for those who wanted to be taught. He wasn't the right man to show Snake it was okay to be who the fuck he wanted to be. Bi. Straight. Alien fucker. He didn’t care what a person was.

But for this one last time the dirty, secret bi-sub wanted to be fucked like a whore and what do you know, the meat between Lawless' legs began to pulse, some lessons he could give.

Their groans rained.

Teacher was in session.