VegasPete: NEVER NOT YOURS

ELEVENTH • Never Not Yours

WARNING🚨: Very Mature content ahead. Read at your own discretion.
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Red Room, 01:20 AM

Vegas grabbed Pete's head with both hands and positioned his core into his mouth that he willingly sucked. Pete played his tounge on Vegas' cock.

"Fuck, the familiar hotness of your mouth.. Aghh.."

Vegas thinking about nothing but the pleasure, he didn't even notice that he was thrusting his cock so agressive that it causes Pete to gag.

"I still can't believe that I got you as a virgin, Ugh.."

Saliva dripped until his neck to his chest.

Vegas pressed Pete's head against his cock, giving him a deep throat as he cums. Pete swallowed it all and gasped for breath from the gag reflect.

"That was fast! Go to bed, we're not done yet."

Pete lay down flat against the bed. He shivered in anticipation as to what would happen next.

Vegas put bed restraints to Pete not so tightly but until it can't be budge. He took Pete's arm and secured a leather strap around his wrist. He then added to Pete's left ankle, then the right. Pete's arms and legs were spread wide.

And to finalise the restraints, Vegas secured a wide leather collar around Pete's neck.

"Tighter.." Pete commanded.

"Comfortable?" asked Vegas.

Pete just nodded and watched Vegas do his things.

Vegas sat in between Pete's legs. He spits some saliva on Pete's cock and started to masturbate it.

Pete lost his mind right away he can't even struggle because he was pinned and tied down the bed,

"Hmmff.. Ngh, Ugh.. Shit Vegas.."

Pete cursed moaning as his thigh trembled and body convulsed in a mind-shattering orgasm. The bindings held Pete firm and he can't do anything but growl in pleasure.

Vegas accelerated his jerking on Pete's cock,

"Ngh.. Hmm.."

Vegas inserted a vibrator butt plug inside Pete's hole. Now that the pleasure has doubled, Pete can't do anything but to roll eyes and scream in edging.

Pete felt light-headed for the moment he cums, Vegas stroke Pete's cock faster than before. Pete struggled.

"Argghh Vegas! Stop! Please stop.. Hhnng! Oh God please.."

Vegas didn't stop, he even held Pete's thigh so tightly.

"You look pretty. You're pretty."

"God.. please, Hahh.. Ngghhh! Aaghh! Stop! Ugh.."

Another cumshot spilled all over Pete's stomach but Vegas still, didn't stop.

"Fucking God.. I'm begging.. please.. stop right.. Hmm.."

Pete regretted that he made Vegas tighten the collar around his neck because he couldn't lift his upper body. He was sweating profusely and thighs were trembling uncontrollably, his veins appeared as if they were about to popped which Vegas enjoyed watching.

"Arghh.. I can't.."

Vegas stopped stroking Pete's cock and pulled the butt plug out from Pete's hole. He stood up, hands in his waist, smirking while watching Pete's body shake in convulsion.

"Talk to me." Vegas ordered.

Pete slowly shook his head as he closed his eyes and calmed himself down. Tears streamed down his face but he didn't know the reason.

Just that when Las left the bar earlier, his mood had changed as if cold water had been poured on his head.

And while he was begging Vegas earlier, he had only one thing on his mind,

Would I agree to be just Vegas' toy? OF COURSE NOT.

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