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  “I do my best. Sometimes keeping the peace requires violence.”

  “I hear that.” His piece was in a hidden compartment on his bike. But he never went anywhere without it. “Especially when you cater to badasses.”

  “It’s a job.”

  Okay, he wasn’t expecting that.

  “Not a calling?” Was Raptor a member of a club?

  “It’s a bar, man, not a church.”

  “No? Not the church of the Black Sundays?” He knew he was fishing. He just hoped Raptor didn’t realize he was.

  “I can tell you, as an owner, you don’t affiliate. You don’t want shit. I’ve got clubs coming in all the time, and they’ve all got their officers. I respect their space if they respect mine.”

  “Sounds like good business practice.” And it didn’t mean for sure that Raptor wasn’t part of the gun running, but it was a very good sign. So who would it hurt if he indulged? “You don’t go to Church on Sundays, do you?” He wanted to do very unchurch like things. With Raptor. To Raptor.

  “Honey, this is my one morning off all week. I spend the day jacking off.”

  “Not today.” He pulled the covers of Raptor and straddled him. “Today you’re not allowed to jack off.” Raptor brought out all his Toppy instincts.

  “Not allowed?” That pretty pierced cock filled fast enough that he felt it push against his ass.

  “You heard me.” Fuck, he loved playing with a man who pushed back, who didn’t make it easy.

  “I don’t take orders.” Raptor wanted to. Brian could read it in every line, in the firm, hot push of Raptor’s cock against his skin.

  “Today you do.” He grabbed both of Raptor’s nipple rings and twisted them, making sure Raptor really felt it. Raptor arched, hips pushing against him. Nodding, he twisted the pretty little rings again, grinding his ass down against Raptor’s needy cock.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  Look at that gorgeous flat belly ripple.

  “That’s coming,” he promised. By the time they went their own ways, Raptor’s ass would be feeling him for days. He wanted to make sure Raptor never forgot him. Ever.

  Bending, he got his lips on Raptor’s and took an all in kiss. Raptor’s hands wrapped around his head, holding on tight. He didn’t let Raptor take control of the kiss, though. He made it entirely his.

  Raptor was exactly what he wanted, though. He wanted someone who he could push, dominate. He needed it.

  Breaking off, he bit at Raptor’s lower lips, letting the man feel his teeth.

  “Oh.” Every time he pushed, Raptor fought, then submitted, melted for him.

  It was fucking intoxicating. Was there any wonder he was falling into temptation?

  He kept plundering Raptor’s lips, loving how they swelled under the pressure. He continued to grind down, his ass squishing Raptor’s cock. He could feel the ring at the tip against his balls.

  Perfect. This man was a delicious reluctant sub.

  He grabbed Raptors wrists and tugged them up over his head.

  “Hey...” Raptor offered him a wild groan, pulling at him.

  “Just lie back and enjoy it, boy.” Not that he expected Raptor to do that for a second.

  “Not a boy.”

  “You are mine.”

  Raptor twisted under his body, pulling at his hands. It made Brian grin, having Raptor captive and fighting it. Turned him on and his cock slid against Raptor’s belly.

  Raptor’s prick was hard as diamonds and he shifted, lifting and moving so their cocks rubbed and rocked together. Every time he felt the ring embedded in the tip, his prick jerked.

  “Fucking sexy slut.” He put both of Raptor’s wrists in his right hand and reached down to play with the metal.

  There was no denial from Raptor this time. “Oh, sweet fuck, yes.”

  Grinning, Brian pushed the ring through Raptor’s cock. He knew it; he knew Raptor needed exactly what Brian was giving him.

  He wanted to eat Raptor alive, just lick and suck and bite and touch until the man screamed. “Takes a special kind of slut to pierce his dick.” He kept playing with the ring.

  “It feels good. Nothing wrong with that.”

  “Nothing at all. It’s like you’re decorated for Christmas.” He gave it another tug, a twist, then went for the pierced nipples. “These too.”

  His own personal slut. No. No, he couldn’t think that way. What the fuck was wrong with him?

  He twisted those nipple rings a little harder, growling. Raptor arched underneath him, entire body bucking. He wanted to taste so he went in, lapping at Raptor’s right nipple, almost teasing it. Raptor stilled, almost as if the touch of his tongue was too much to bear, too gentle. So he stayed right there, keeping it light, but hot.

  “Jesus.” The word was moaned, Raptor was totally into it.

  After breathing on Raptor’s nipple, he moved to the other one, being just as gentle. He knew Raptor had to be waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the bite to come and he spent some moments tonguing the little bit of flesh as he debated whether he was going to do it or not.

  Raptor began to vibrate underneath him, waiting, anticipating. He stopped touching altogether and just breathed on the needy bit of flesh.

  As soon as Raptor relaxed, focus shifting somewhere, Brian bit down, earning a sharp cry. Oh yeah, that was the reaction he wanted, what he’d been looking for.

  He pushed a leg between Raptor’s and pressed his knee up against the man’s balls. He didn’t press so hard that it hurt, but he did put pressure on the sensitive orbs. The fact that Raptor didn’t pull away, just pushed down harder, was hot as hell.

  His own balls ached with his need, his cock hard and leaking. This guy was sex made flesh. He took another tug of the ring in Raptor’s cock, taking another kiss at the same time. He could so totally lose himself in this. Maybe, he already had.

  Raptor tugged at his hands, pulled hard. He growled and tightened his hold. No, he was in charge of this. He wished he had his handcuffs inside with him; that would fix that problem. Of course it might also give him away. For now he’d make do with his hand.

  He used his free hand to best effect, moving it between the piercings in nipples and cock, keeping Raptor needing. It was perfectly obvious that Raptor was soaring, flying under his touches.

  He traced the lovely ab muscles, loving the way they shifted and moved beneath his fingers.

  “God, your hands...”

  “I have good hands.” He could make Raptor scream with his hands.

  “Uh-huh.” Raptor arched under him, bucking hard.

  Latching onto Raptor’s neck, he sucked up a mark.

  “Damn...” Raptor’s legs wrapped around him and squeezed him tight.

  “Don’t worry, boy. I’ve got exactly what you need right here.”

  “Come on!” Raptor sounded so frustrated.

  “What? You want me to fuck you, boy?” He would. Eventually.

  “You just push and push.”

  Oh, he hadn’t even started yet. “Just wait and see how much I’m going to push.”

  “Won’t let you. Just get it over with.”

  Brian snorted. “Like it’s a chore for you.”

  “Not. Not at all. Just want to come.”

  “Oh that. You can wait, boy.”

  Raptor growled and he held on. He was having a ball. “Gonna drive you crazy first.”

  “Shut up and do me.”

  “So fucking pushy.” Fuck, he loved it. “We have the whole day to get to that.”

  “Maybe I’ll just do you.”

  That had him laughing. “Haven’t we already had this conversation?”

  “Oh, hell. Probably. I’m so wound up.”

  “I like you wound up.” He tugged and twisted Raptor’s right nipple. He’d open Raptor back up again. Eventually.

  He found himself eager to explore this man, to make Raptor scream. He wanted to plug the tight ass, beat it until the skin was raw. How much would Raptor let him do today?
Because this had to be it. He one hundred percent needed to get his head on right and get back in the game.

  Tomorrow.

  He tugged those pretty nipples, concentrating on the flesh instead of the piercings, for now.

  “Damn.” Raptor groaned for him, arched underneath him.

  “You got any toys, boy?” He sure didn’t have any on him. He might be able to hide a gun on his bike and Christ knew it wouldn’t be that surprising to anyone if it was discovered. But a dildo or a plug? Shit, that would earn him a world of trouble.

  “What?”

  “You know, dildos, plugs, paddles.” He wasn’t picky, though he was hoping for a plug.

  “Paddles? Do I look like a perv to you?” Raptor demanded.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  Raptor looked like a big ball of kinky fun.

  He tugged at the ring in Raptor’s cock. No man with a fucking piece of metal in his prick wasn’t a fan of toys. No way.

  Raptor spread for him, one leg drawing up. Fuck a duck, there was another ring, just waiting for him to discover it in the patch of skin between Raptor’s balls and his ass. Groaning, Brian grabbed it and tugged, making Raptor arch, his eyes closing sudden and tight.

  “So where do I find your stash?” Come on, pretty boy, invite me to play hard with you. He knew Raptor wanted it.

  Raptor blew out a deep breath. “There’s a chest under the bed.”

  “I knew it.” Leaning over, he felt around for the chest.

  Raptor grabbed his ass, squeezed him hard. Oh, tricky! He didn’t let it distract or deter him, though.

  He finally found the chest, dragging it at. He was eager to see what was in Raptor’s toy box. There wasn’t a lock on it, but it was surprisingly heavy. Full. Someone had a lot of toys.

  Brian looked back at Raptor, one eyebrow raised.

  “What?” Raptor gave him the wide-eyed look.

  “This is a huge treasure box.”

  “I...I have to occupy myself, a lot.”

  “Well today you don’t.” Today he would do the occupying. Grinning, he opened the box.

  Plugs and cock rings, a flogger and a blindfold, penis jewelry all wrapped in little plastic bags.

  “So you like to play and to decorate, too. Nice.”

  “I don’t...” Raptor shifted restlessly on the bed. “Just put it away, man.”

  “Are you kidding? We’ve got all day. We are going to play.”

  Mmm. Cuffs. Spreader bar. Rock on.

  Brian pulled the spreader bar out. “This has potential.” And wasn’t something Raptor could easily use on his own.

  “Does it?” Raptor blinked, no doubt going for innocent. Failing, mind you, but trying.

  “Nice try, boy. But even you aren’t buying that look.”

  “Yeah, no. Not really.” Raptor grinned at him, and fuck, talk about excitement and joy.

  “We’re gonna start with this.” He hefted the spreader bar, appreciating the construction of it. This was top of the line.

  “I love that one. It’s extendable.”

  “No shit? We are going to have fun, then.”

  He checked it out, made sure he knew how it worked, then started getting Raptor into it. He stopped suddenly. “You need the head, boy?”

  “I’d better, huh? I’ll even brush my teeth.”

  “Yeah, you’d better. Because I’m not letting you out once you’re in.”

  Raptor slid from the bed, cock hard, full, dark with blood. It made Brian lick his lips, his own cock jerking. That was a thing of fucking beauty,

  Raptor had a bird inked across his back, and it seemed to fly as the man moved. Brian wanted to trace that with his tongue. He wanted too much, but he was going to take everything he could. Tomorrow he could worry about the job.

  It didn’t take long before Raptor was back, face washed, hair combed.

  “My turn.” He stopped as he passed Raptor, whispered into his ear. “No touching yourself while I’m out of the room, boy.”

  Raptor moaned at him, arched and rubbed against him.

  “Needy boy. I’ve got your number.” Like he knew Raptor would be jacking himself and begging for punishment when he got back. He couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Five

  This was like fucking magic, like a fantasy come to life. Raptor hadn’t been so turned on in years. He draped himself over the bed and started stroking, nice and slow. He wanted to be the first thing Boom saw when he came into the room. He wanted to play.

  Boom came out, grinning at him. “I knew that was exactly how I’d find you.”

  “What can I say? I don’t follow rules.”

  “No, that’s not it.” Boom’s smile got wider. “You’re begging for my punishment.”

  Fuck, yes. “Am not.”

  Boom just laughed. “Spreader bar first, spanking second.”

  Raptor made sure to keep his hand moving, stroking.

  “Long, slow spanking.” Boom was staring at Raptor, specifically his hand, his cock.

  Raptor moaned, arched up. Oh fuck, please.

  Boom grabbed the cuffs out of the play box and grabbed the hand wrapped around his cock, yanking it away. In a way-too-easy move, Boom got the cuff around his wrist.

  “Jesus.” Okay, someone was good at that. Amazingly.

  “I prefer Sir, but if that’s your kink...” Boom winked at him and grabbed his other hand. Drawing them up to his headboard, Boom fed the cuff through it and attached his other wrist, leaving him neatly trussed.

  “You... you’re good at that.” He wasn’t used to that, to someone having that kind of speed.

  “I’m good at everything, boy. I’m good enough to send you to the moon.”

  “Prove it.” God, he felt like shaking apart.

  “I will. We’re just getting started here.” Boom ran his fingers along Raptor’s arms, hard enough not to tickle, but not hard enough to bruise. Then the long fingers ran down his sides, to his hips and his thighs. “Spreader bar’s next, boy.”

  Fuck, yes. Raptor’s legs trembled as he tried to decide whether to fight or not.

  Boom’s touches bypassed his cock and balls, moving to his inner thighs and working his legs open. There was no hesitation in the touches. Boom exuded pure confidence.

  When Boom reached Raptor’s foot, Boom picked up his whole leg and kissed the ankle. Then his foot was put into the cuff at the end of the spreader bar, and the bolt shot home, locking him in.

  Raptor fought the urge to moan, not wanting Boom to know how turned on he was.

  Tugging on his other leg, Boom got his foot into the other cuff of the spreader bar and locked him in. Grabbing the bar, Boom brought it up. “Sexy fucking boy.”

  Raptor keened low, caught.

  Pressing against the bar, Boom pushed until Raptor’s knees were up against chest. “Perfect fucking position.”

  Raptor’s balls felt heavy, his entire crotch exposed, bared.

  Boom leaned against the spreader bar and reached for the lube. Slicking himself up, Boom held Raptor’s gaze. “Gonna fuck you. Long and hard.”

  God, yes. Please. Deep.

  Pushing two slick fingers into him, Boom opened him up. Again. Raptor bore down, driving himself down on those fingers.

  “So fucking pushy.” It sounded like a compliment, the way Boom said it.

  “No one gives me what I need. Have to take it.”

  “I’m giving it to you, boy.” Adding another finger, Boom shoved them in, banging his gland.

  He grunted, head lifting from the mattress. Looking pleased, Boom slammed those fingers into him again, stretching them wide as he pushed them deep. Boom was opening him up in all the right ways.

  “More. More, man.”

  “You need to learn patience. You’re just lucky I don’t plug you up, bind your cock and leave you like that until tomorrow.”

  “Patience is overrated.” Raptor needed now.

  Boom’s laughter filled the air, filled his little home.

  Those f
ingers kept on, slamming into him, spreading him, and he took them, over and over. When he thought he was going to scream, Boom pulled his fingers away, leaving him entirely empty.

  He pulled at his bonds, tugging, desperate. Boom didn’t admonish him about patience, Boom didn’t say anything at all. The man simply grabbed a condom and got himself ready. There was an expression of patience, of absolute control that freaked him out.

  Boom tapped the side of his cock. “You need a ring, boy? You come before I say so and there’ll be a paddling coming your way.”

  “Can’t I have both?”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

  Getting up, Boom went to his toy chest and found a ring, pulling it out and showing him. It was the metal one. Tight, undeniable. He didn’t use that one very often.

  His toes curled, his eyes burning. “Fuck, I’m so fucking turned on it hurts.”

  “Good.” If Boom was being smug he fucking deserved it.

  Bringing back the ring and a small paddle with leather studs in it, Boom climbed back onto the bed and manhandled Raptor’s cock. His balls were eased in, first one, then the other. Then his cock, Boom bending it backward to make it go in. The pressure was huge until the ring was eased all the way down. Then it calmed to a dull throb, his heartbeat thudding in his cock with each breath.

  “Fuck...” Raptor shook his head back and forth, his throat working.

  “Yeah, absolutely. Fuck. Look at that. So fucking pretty.”

  His balls ached and he felt deliciously exposed.

  Boom patted Raptor’s cock then balls. Then Boom’s thick cock was pressed against his hole, beginning to push into him. The ring sent the intensity through the roof and he found himself panting, fighting for control. Pressing against the spreader bar, Boom shoved in all the way.

  “Boom!” Oh, Jesus fuck! He arched, fighting the bonds, squeezed the hard prick driving inside him.

  “Right fucking here, boy.” Boom pulled out—all the way out—then drove in all the way again, hard and fast.

  All thoughts stopped. His world tightened down to their connection, to him and Boom. That thick cock pushed into him over and over, stretching him, making him burn, thrilling him. All he cared about was the pressure building inside him.

  Boom kept fucking him, kept pounding in like the man could do it forever. Boom held him immobile and trapped.