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I toss him on the bed, then go to the closet as he undresses to grab the old fashioned metal collar with a chain attached. Can’t remember if the jougs belonged to Colt or Rex. Doesn’t fucking matter because I still secure it around Cal’s neck.

“What’s—”

I lightly slap his cheek. “Making sure you can’t escape.”

When I attach the long chain to an eye bolt near the headboard, Cal lets out the most erotic sound he’s ever made, and I damn near come on the spot.

He’s standing there, cheeks flushed, thighs squeezing together as his cock jerks and leaks. After securing his wrists behind his back with a pair of cuffs, I have him naked and kneeling on the floor.

He wants to push me, well now he’ll see what I’ve been holding back. And this time, he can’t run after.

Not while chained to the wall.

Learned my lesson.

I reach down and pinch his nipples, tugging and twisting, garnering louder moans until he’s humping the air. “A bit of a pain slut, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

His voice is breathy. “My dick aches. Touch it. Please.”

I grip his chin hard. “Think you’re running the show, Little Fawn? Think again.”

He arches, staring up at me, pupils blown and fuck does he look sexy all chained up and needy.

“You want to run that mouth? Well, we’re going to put it to good use.”

I shove two fingers to the back of his throat until he gags around them. “Suck.”

He does, the wet and rough texture of his tongue gliding across and between my fingers. I push them farther, making him gag once more, then draw them to the front and pull down on his jaw, opening his mouth wide.

Cal keeps his eyes locked on mine and I smirk. “Let’s see what a dirty slut you are.”

I push my cock deep into his mouth, and when he sputters and gags, I laugh, pulling back before pushing forward once again. “That’s it, Cal. Take my cock.”

He moans, lapping and sucking. Oral hasn’t been something we’ve done before, but he’s adjusting quickly to it.

My fingers leave his mouth and tangle into his hair as I pull his head forward, my balls hitting his wet chin.

I arch my back, forcing myself farther down his throat, which constricts like some ecclesiastical vise sent from heaven. “Fuck. Feels so good.”

He shifts on his knees, trying to fight a bit. It’s useless. I hold his head down and force him to swallow again.

When I pull out, he gasps as drool falls from the corner of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting my crown to his lips.

“More.”

My fingers tighten in his hair, jerking his head back. “So your mouth is just as greedy as your asshole. Should’ve figured.”

He sticks out his tongue and I groan, sliding back into his warm hole. Grabbing the back of his head with both hands and widening my stance, I fuck his throat. Hard. Unforgivingly.

Wet, sloppy sounds fill the air as his face is covered with tears and saliva. “My little fawn is such a dirty mess.”

He moans, his arms shifting as if he’s trying to break out of the cuffs, and I ease up. Can’t push again. Don’t want him running.

Yet the moment I slow, his eyes shoot up to mine, and he growls sinking his teeth into my cock.

What. The. Fuck.

“Cal.”

My tone is low, rumbling, threatening.

He bites down harder and sucks. Fucking hell, the mix of pain and pleasure makes me swell more, precum leaking onto his tongue.

When he swallows and moans, then pulls at his restraints again, I notice another movement. My boy is fucking the air.

And as hot as that is, it fills me with a sense of relief. He’s not looking to run. He wants out to play with himself.

“Open that fucking mouth wider and stop biting.”

He does and I shove myself back in, deep, pulling his head to me until his nose is pressed against my groin, my balls bumping against his chin once more.

When I draw back out, he sucks in a greedy breath, barely managing to do so before I drive my length back down his throat.

“Taking me so good, Cal.”

I fuck his face harder, my eyes closing, mouth agape. “So wet and tight. Your mouth was made for me.”

He whines around my cock and I buck forward, using him the way I need. The slurping sounds grow louder, my thrusts shorter and wilder as my breaths come out in ragged panting gasps, fingers tugging his hair.

My balls tighten and I pull out right before I come, opting to paint his pretty face. Rope after rope covers those pretty eyes and mouth.

I step back to sit on the edge of the mattress, watching as he continues to buck into the air, tongue licking at my cum on his lips. “Such a dirty, messy slut. So pretty.”

“Mac . . . please . . . fuck me. I need you.”

I lean forward and wipe the cum from his cheek, then shove my fingers into his mouth where he greedily licks them clean. It’s only when my boy starts sobbing that I hoist him up and lay him on the bed.

His legs fall open, hips squirming. “Mac, please.”

I grab the lube and coat my fingers, then push one, then another into his desperate hole. “So fucking tight.”

Sobbing moans erupt, each one a heavenly refrain as his head thrashes from side to side. I curl my fingers until I hit his prostate.

“Fuck! Mac! Fuck!”

I chuckle and fingerfuck him, making sure to hit that spot each time. His ass meets my fingers, guttural sounds filling the room. I lean over and swallow his cock, hollowing out my cheeks.

“Coming! Coming! Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”

Cal shoots off hard, muscles in his abs clenching as he spurts down my throat. His mouth hangs open, but it’s as if the air gets stuck in his lungs because no sound comes out, his face is completely red.

Finally, his body relaxes, and I gently pull my fingers from him, grab a towel, then clean us off. After, I roll him to the side and unfasten the handcuffs before helping him adjust on the bed.

When I climb in on the other side, he curls up to my chest, breaths coming in little sobs.

I tense, stroking his hair, giving the chain connected to the jougs a quick tug.

“Not going anywhere.”

His voice is barely a whisper and he tucks tighter into me. “I promise.”

My arms wrap around him, and I kiss his forehead before drifting off to sleep, hoping he means it.