Chapter 99
Chad was on the couch with Peter’s laptop nestled in his lap, looking for work, when Peter came home.
“Still at it?” Peter asked, dropping down next to him on the couch. Chad nodded, forcing his attention to stay on the screen in front of him. Peter looked and smelled amazing, but Chad made himself ignore it.
He wanted to make Peter work for it for once.
Peter was dressed in loose sweats and a tight compression shirt, the material clinging to his wide shoulders and massive pecs, and he obviously hadn’t showered yet. The scent of clean sweat and alpha hung in the air, and Chad’s cock hardened against the fly of his jeans.
“Yes. How was your workout with the douchebag?”
Peter frowned. “Don’t talk about Aiden like that. He’s not so bad.”
Chad finally turned his face to look at Peter, his expression letting his alpha know exactly what he thought of that. “He calls me puppy.”
Peter grinned, which was not the reaction Chad was going for. Chad was about to give Peter a piece of his mind, but Peter distracted him by reaching down and squeezing the thick tube of his cock through his sweats.
Chad watched Peter grope himself, his eyes glued on the delicious bulge. When he finally tore his eyes away, Peter was grinning.
“My workout was good,” Peter said, massaging himself lazily through his sweats. “Are you finding anything that looks good?”
Chad shook his head. He was still unemployed, and his prospects weren’t looking good. At this rate he might just go to college.
“You could work for Tank Security,” Peter suggested. Chad blinked, looking up at Peter’s face with a self-deprecating smile.
“You fired me.”
Peter stretched out, dropping his cock and putting his hands behind his head. The muscles in his arms bulged, and the scent wafting off his pits made Chad’s balls tingle.
“Technically you were fired from Tank Security Mercenary Holdings, which I no longer own. Tank Security is a different company.”
Chad licked his lips, not sure if Peter was serious. Peter leaned back into the couch and gave him an earnest look.
“All our remaining contracts are with the military, and you’d be held to the same code of conduct as the enlisted men you’d be working with. Nothing like what happened with D.E. would happen there.”
“Can I think about it?”
“But you don’t have to work, you know.” Peter moved so fast that Chad almost didn’t register it, and suddenly he was straddling Chad’s lap, looking down at him with his cock pressed flat against Chad’s abs.
He grinned, the show of teeth making him look almost evil.
“You could just stay here and be my full-time plaything.”
Chad shuddered, lifting his hands and placing them on Peter’s muscular obliques. Peter grabbed his wrists and yanked his hands above his head, shifting his grip so that he was holding both of Chad’s wrists in one hand.
“I could put a collar on you, make you walk around on all fours,” Peter said, placing his hand over Chad’s throat, the tip of his thumb and index finger pressing into the point at the corners of his jaw.
Chad swallowed. The idea of wearing Peter’s collar wasn’t an altogether unpleasant one.
Peter’s smile widened. “You like that,” he crooned, squeezing down on Chad’s throat. Chad bucked his hips, but Peter’s weight was on his knees on either side of the couch, and there was nothing for Chad to grind his bulge against.
And then, just as suddenly as he had climbed on top of him, Peter was gone. Chad watched him sprint to the bedroom, a pretty good idea of what he had in mind.
When Peter came back three minutes later, he’d ditched his sweaty shirt and loose pants, exchanging them for a pair of leather chaps and biker boots. His cock and balls were fully exposed, and Chad’s mouth filled with drool at the sight of Peter’s veined length and heavy balls.
In his hand Peter held a leather collar. It was wider than Chad had expected, and made from studded black leather with a gleaming D-ring hanging off the front.
“On your knees,” Peter ordered, coming to a stop right in front of the couch. There was a clear bead of pre-cum on the slit of his cock, and Chad ached to taste it.
Sliding off the couch, Chad placed his hands on the smooth leather over Peter’s thighs. The contrast between soft leather and hard muscle made his gut clench. Peter reached down and buckled the collar around Chad’s throat.
The pressure on his Adam’s apple was intense.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” Peter asked, taking a short step forward. His cock slapped against Chad’s face, and Peter lifted it up and let it come to rest parallel to Chad’s nose.
The scent was heady and strong, and Chad took a deep breath. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Peter took another step forward, and Chad found his head pushed back and squeezed between Peter’s tree-trunk thighs. His mouth and nose were pressed against Peter’s bared taint, and Peter’s balls were resting heavy on his forehead.
It felt wonderful.
“Why aren’t you licking?” Peter growled, his voice low and dangerous. Chad jumped into action and started swiping his tongue over the sensitive skin under Peter’s balls.
The taste of sweat and musk and alpha exploded on his tongue, and Chad moaned. Peter squeezed his thighs together, trapping him, and Chad thought he was going to come in his pants.
Chad stayed on his knees until his neck ached, licking and worshiping Peter’s taint, ass, and heavy balls. Eventually Peter dropped down onto the couch, grabbing Chad by the hair and moving him so that his lips were pressing against the bulbous head of Peter’s cock.
“You want to taste?” Peter asked, grabbing his cock at the base and smearing pre-cum all over Chad’s lips and chin.
Chad moaned, looking up at Peter with pleading eyes.
Peter chuckled darkly, pushing Chad back down between his legs and holding him against his taint so tight that he couldn’t breathe.
Smothered in the damp heat between Peter’s thighs, his fingers gripping for purchase on the leather clinging to Peter’s legs, Chad was in a haze of want and need and pleasure. That he couldn’t breathe wasn’t important, and when he started getting lightheaded he didn’t struggle to get free.
“Good boy!” Peter growled, yanking him up by the hair when Chad’s vision started going black around the edges, pulling him all the way up to his mouth for a scorching kiss.
Peter’s cock pressing against his belly, Chad opened his mouth and let Peter’s tongue inside.
“Enough,” Peter growled, pushing him away like he was the one who had been in control. He lifted his arms and put his hands behind his neck, slouching back into the seat cushion. “Make me come.”
Panting, it took a second for Chad to grasp the instruction. Peter licked his lips and spread his legs, making clear what he wanted Chad to do.
Heart beating fast, breath coming in short little gasps, Chad scrambled down into the space between Peter’s legs and put his mouth on the alpha’s cock. Wasting no time on technique, he pushed down on the massive length until it was sliding down his throat and Peter was gasping with pleasure.
“Fuck,” Peter growled, his hands shooting down to curl in Chad’s hair.
When Chad simply couldn’t take any more, Peter’s cock filling him so much it felt like he was going to burst, Peter pushed him down with a rough shove.
The massive shaft went deeper, and Chad found his lips stretched over Peter’s knot, his nose buried in Peter’s neatly trimmed pubic hair.
It was the first time he’d taken all of Peter down his throat, and he couldn’t believe that he’d done it.
“Good boy,” Peter said, petting the top of his head and rutting into him with little groans of pleasure. Chad’s own cock throbbed in his jeans, harder than it had ever been, and he was pretty sure he could come like this.
Needing to breathe, Chad tried to lift his head up, but Peter held him down. Hands pressing down on Peter’s thighs, Peter ignored his struggles and kept him in place.
Chad’s mind went quiet, and for the hundredth time it felt like he was floating in space, disconnected from his body and connected to Peter so intimately that even the thought of separation hurt.
Shooting his load was almost like an afterthought. He could feel his cock leaking spurt after spurt of come into his underwear, but the real pleasure lay in simply existing in that space.
Body going limp, darkness edging in on his mind, Chad had never felt better.
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