Toby doesn't prefer guns, but he feels a whole lot more powerful when using them... (NSFW warning)
He'd go hunting sometimes when he had the time to, just to clear his head while doing a somewhat socially acceptable activity.
Toby ripped some poor dude of his hunting rifle and later discarded his body in some ditch after turning the barrel on him — That's how he discovered he actually liked the feeling of the gun in his hand. The mortified look on the guy's face, the click of the trigger and the recoil after the fact... it was so much easier and quicker than trying to cut his head of with a hatchet.
Sometimes he took you with him. You had absolutely no clue how hunting worked and you even flinched and complained everytime Toby shot a deer or a bunny or anything cute that lived in that forest.
You weren't the best partner in this. Hell, you had no desire to kill an innocent animal, but you still went with him whenever he asked. Perhaps it was the fact that Toby looked really attractive when he was concerned to not make a sound, looking through the scope at his next victim.
You'd tell him that whenever he complained about his tics messing with his shot. And when you were next to him, ducked behind some bushes, with clear intimidation in your eyes when he undid the trigger safety, you suddenly started to resemble an innocent, little doe. He had no business getting turned on by it like he did.
Toby's skin prickled with excitement everytime he watched you grow quiet under his gaze, your eyes fixating yourself on his hands and the way his index finger was dangerously resting on the rifle's trigger. Oh, he loved this.. That's the reason he felt so powerful: It was kind of the only way to intimidate you and your usual bold attitude.
Whatever he wanted to do to you in that moment, he had to hold that idea until the two of you got back home. It didn't take long before the proxy had you laid on your back on his bed with your shirt pushed over your breasts and your jeans pooled at your ankles. Toby didn't even have to coax you into this position — One lazy makeout session later and you were practically willing to do anything.
His fingers ghosted over the damp fabric of your panties over and over again just to hear you gasp and see your hips jerk back when he pressed down on your clit. "Oh my god Toby stop teasing and just fuck me already.." You whined out. The young man was on his knees at the edge of the bed, right between your legs, so you couldn't really see the stupid, mischievous little grin on his face when you mentioned sex. Oh no, this wasn't going to be some simple hookup.
Toby didn't even respond. He just reached for his Ruger American, clicked in the trigger safety and carefully pressed the cold front of the barrel against the wet spot between your legs. Your eyes immediately shot open when you felt the cold metal press against your folds through the thin fabric of your underwear. Toby just watched you lift your head in horror and how your grin got wiped off your face when you confirmed what he was pressing right up your clit.
"Hey, d—don't worry. I'll b-b—be careful.."
"Toby no, this is fucking crazy!"
Slowly, Toby started to press the muzzle harder against your sensitive sweet spot, which shot that delicious feeling of arousal through your body. You tipped your head back again and whined (Even though that was kinda involuntarily). Much to your suprise, you... liked this. "Yeah, g—grind down on it. Come o-o—on, it feels good doesn't it?"
Toby's other hand planted itself on your hip and helped you grind your "needy little cunt" down against the barrel of the rifle. Obviously, you were still scared — You trusted Toby enough not to shoot you or anything, but the glint in his eyes didn't really give you a feeling of safety. He.. wouldn't try anything, right?
Judging by the movement of your hips, you became more and more impatient. In your mind, this was just some sick little prepping on his part. You'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on — You already thought Toby looked hot whenever he was handling that stupid gun, but demanding you to get yourself off on it gave you a type of thrill you couldn't even begin to describe.
"I'll make y—you feel so good," Toby rasped out, as if watching you like this, vulnerable and endangered, was better than actually bottoming out in your pussy, "You j-j—just have to trust m—me."
He eventually pushed your panties to the side and when he didn't let go of the weapon, you already knew what would happen next. "Toby, seriously..!" No pleading would help you. The muzzle was already pushing against your hole, begging to plunge deeper inside of you. No.. no, no, no come on this was crazy, wasn't it? But, holy shit, did it feel good when Toby finally sunk the barrel inside your tight walls. They clenched around it like a vice and the wet, lewd sounds were almost making the man jealous.
"Shiiiit, y—you like this, don't you? S—sure as hell sounds l-l—like it."
"Toby — ah! — This is so fucking dan—"
"Dangerous? My h—hands are nowhere n-n—near the trigger."
The metal felt cold, foreign and uncomfortable inside of you. But for some reason you couldn't help but spread your thighs wider, especially when feeling Toby's breath fanning against your slick folds. Because, obviously, he had to get as close as he could to watch the barrel drag in and out of your pussy. His cock was already straining painfully against his own jeans and he'd literally jump your bones right this second, if it wasn't for the distraught expression on your face that contradicted the pornographic moans flowing out of your mouth perfectly.
Teasingly, Toby kissed along your bare thighs, eventually ending up ghosting his lips over your throbbing clit — The sound you made just then was enough for him to decide to stop toying around with you (And your trust). You felt him quickly pull the front of the rifle out of you, making you yelp.
No, no, he realized that, no matter how much more powerful he was with that thing, he'd rather make you moan like that when splitting you open on his cock.
This was inspired by THIS amazing artwork btw. Had to do a lot of gun research, sorry if anything doesn't make sense lololol
