VegasPete: NEVER NOT YOURS

SIXTH • Never Not Yours

WARNING🚨: Very Mature content ahead. Read at your own discretion.
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"Ugh, Please.. please.. stop it! Vegas, please.. Ughh.."

Vegas powered up the controller of the butt vibrator plug that was now in Pete's hole.

"Vegas.. I can't anymore, Ugh.."

The second time Pete releases cum, Vegas didn't turn off the power of the vibrator. He only weakens it and later strengthens it.

Pete was shaking and thighs were trembling. The veins in his neck and temple were bulging which Vegas enjoyed seeing.

Vegas stopped the vibrator and walked towards Pete.

Pete threw his head back weakly. Mouth open, trying to gasp for breath.

Vegas was holding the leather paddle strap, he was staring at Pete's stomach where he had released so much cum. Vegas dipped the leather paddle in Pete's cum, which surprised Pete so he quickly sat up properly.

"You're such a good boy."

Vegas hits the strap on Pete's stomach with great force.

"Arghh! Fuck!"

next to Pete's thigh, "Shit.. It hurts!"

next to Pete's chest, "Arghh! Hahh.. Hahh.. It hurts."

Blood dripped from open wounds made by the strap,

Pete looked at Vegas, "O-One more, please." he mentioned that Vegas immediately followed and hit the strap on Pete's thigh again.

"Arghh! It's hurts.. so good, Damn.. Agh.. Hahhff.."

Vegas unbuckled his belt, removed his underwear showing his core, he pulled Pete's hair, "Suck it."

Without hesitation, Pete sucked on Vegas' extremely hard cock, he completely lost his mind.

Vegas pressed Pete's head against his cock until Pete struggled, Vegas lifted Pete's head so he could breathe,

"Hmff.. Hahh.."

Vegas guided Pete's head back and slowly moved his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of Pete's mouth.

Saliva dripping, the smoochy sound of damp sucking prevailed the room.

"Ugh Pete.. your mouth feels so hot."

Pete continued to do the job and soon after, Vegas pulled Pete's head away, stroke his cock cumming and spread it across Pete's beautiful face.

Vegas playfully inserted the head of his cock into Pete's mouth and circled it around, letting it played with his lips.

"In a scale of one to ten, how much more can your body still do? Because I have many more surprises for you."

"E-E.."

"Oh, so eight it is." Vegas walked towards the table of equipments.

"E-Eleven."

Vegas quickly turned to Pete, unbelievable. Vegas smirked.

Pete watched Vegas approach him while lighting an oil-based candle, he tilted his head a little to give Vegas space as his eyes challenged to look into Vegas'.

"Does that hurt?" Pete asked weakly.

"Let's see." Vegas replied.

He began to shower Pete with the melted candle.

"Arghh! Wait.. It hurts.."

Pete clenched his teeth in extreme pain. He took a deep breath before looking at Vegas again, "Continue.."

Vegas followed, he watched as the melted candle dripped down Pete's chest and down into his stomach.

Pete's cries and pleas sounded like music.

But this is not a kind of begging for Vegas to stop, but a kind of begging to give more of what Vegas has.

"Arghh! Fuck! T-Thanks.. Hahh.."

Vegas pulled Pete to a kiss. Their tounges roughly battled, teeth clashing, lips biting until they could taste each other's blood.

Vegas undid the chain attached to the chair and tossed Pete backwards onto the bed., "Get ready to be fucked."

"Y-Yes. More than r-ready."
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