Adam scrambles across the floor, no longer interested in not cooperating with the man yanking him to his bed. He’s panting by the time he crawls onto the mattress, turning his head just enough to keep from choking himself on his makeshift collar and peering over his shoulder at Matt.
“Finally, doing as you’re fucking told,” Matt leers from behind Adam, crowding him closely and pressing his bare cock against the material of Adam’s jeans. Matt jerks back and quickly hooks four fingers in Adam’s waistband, yanking down hard and exposing the toned expanse of his ass fully.
Adam hisses, his cock now out—and, he realizes—leaking on the mattress below him, with the rest of him fully on display to Matt, a guy who maybe just threatened to kill him? His thoughts are interrupted by a low growl and the sharp smack of Matt’s lips before he realizes a fat glob of spit is dripping down his exposed hole. Adam jerks forward—a mistake, as the leather around his neck strains and tightens automatically.
“Fuck!” Adam sputters, “A warning?!”
Matt chuckles humorlessly, two fingers easily sliding between Adam’s cheeks and notching just inside his hole. Adam flinches but doesn’t move, having learned his lesson.
“You want a warning, little pet?” Matt asks, voice dripping with sarcasm, and he strokes over Adam’s hole once, twice, before roughly slamming both fingers inside, disappearing to the knuckles. Adam howls, his head falling to the mattress and clenching every part of his body.
“Here’s your fucking warning. You’re gonna let me fuck this ass open on my big cock,” Matt growls low and dangerous, twisting the fingers inside Adam’s ass for emphasis, “and I might let you touch your own cock and cum, if you’re a good puppy.”
Adam whimpers, the fingers inside him becoming more pleasurable than painful—but the thought of that monstrosity splitting him open…Jesus. He already feels so full now with just two of the rough blonde’s slim fingers ramming into him…
“Never done this before, have you, slut? Tight fucking hole squeezing my fingers, fuck…” Matt grits, interrupting Adam’s thoughts once again, and he withdraws his fingers with little finesse, leaving Adam empty and his dick insistently throbbing.
“Think you’ve had enough of that, pet,” Matt sneers, and Adam jerks his head back again just in time to see Matt adjust his wire frame glasses before wrapping one huge hand around his angry red cock, the tips of his fingers barely meeting around the wide girth as he presses forward against Adam’s body. The grip on the leash with his other hand tightens in time with the press of Matt’s cock between Adam’s cheeks, and Adam lets out a deep, slow breath.
“Please, p-please, Matt. Slow…please,” Adam babbles.
His request is in vain, he realizes, as Matt barks a laugh and roughly shoves Adam forward, landing a sharp slap to his inner thigh to spread him wider and make way for the hot, thick head of his cock. There will be nothing slow about this man ruining him.
