Vars whistled, and at last his fingers brushed over the fabric directly above Jake’s hole. The touch was brief and gentle, but it still made a supernova erupt deep in Jake’s guts. He choked out a faint moan.
“Oh, no... what a waste. If I had been around, I’d have made good use of your tight ass every single day. I bet you’re tight.”
Jake’s hips stirred on their own to rub against Vars’s fingers. The vision of spending time under Vars every day had him melt away into another world altogether. A world where his servitude had much more value that the chores he'd been doing for the Kings.
“Yes, sir,” Jake uttered, and his teeth clattered from the violent tremors the confession caused him.
Vars hummed and moved his fingers down the crack once more before rapidly pushing two against Jake’s hole, along with the cotton that separated their skin. Jake’s buttocks clenched around the digits on their own accord, making both desire and shame drizzle down his body at once. He shouldn’t be submitting to such treatment, and especially not from someone who was technically below him in club hierarchy. Vars couldn’t have done any of this if Jake hadn’t allowed for it to happen.
Jake was a willing participant. It was he who relished Vars’s commands and shook with pleasure at the way the fabric made the shallow penetration feel rough.
“I don’t like this kind of underwear on my boys. I want you to wear a jockstrap next time,” Vars said, delivering a slap to Jake’s ass.
Jake’s mind fizzled at the burn to his buttock, all feelings of shame or guilt gone when he imagined himself wearing a jockstrap he’d bought just because Vars told him to. He would be wearing it around the other guys, and none of them would know that Jake was ready, always doing something for Vars’s pleasure.
“Yes, sir. Jockstrap.” This time, it was a hoarse sound coming out of his mouth, and he sensed wetness where his dick leaked precum into his briefs. In a jockstrap, his ass would have already been available to Vars.
“I’ll have to make do until then,” Vars said, removing the finger from Jake’s hole. Before Jake could as much as think, Vars’s meaty hands grabbed the fabric on his ass and pulled. The cotton tore, and cold air flooded in, teasing Jake’s opening and triggering an explosion of sensations rushing over him, as if caused by a hurricane that bent every fragment of Jake to its will.
Jake’s eyes went wide open as he processed what had just happened. He now had a hole ripped in his briefs, and Vars would fuck him through it. Not even the first time he let a man top him had felt this illicit.
The jangle of Vars unbuckling his belt distracted Jake enough for him to remember how to breathe. His bare ass was now available to this dominant man, who would do anything he liked with Jake. A shiver went all the way down to his hole and made it twitch, but when Vars’s thick dick slid up his crack, Jake moaned shamelessly.
Fuck, it felt so good. First, the head slid over his hole, then the shaft, and then Vars squeezed Jake’s buttocks over his own cock, just riding Jake’s crack for now.
His leather pants were soft and warm against Jake’s bare skin, the open buckle jangled and touched Jake’s ass through the briefs, but Vars wasn’t done with the teasing yet and dragged his stiff tool down the crack and then against Jake’s balls to rest along his own trapped cock.
“What do you want me to do, boy? Be honest. And explicit,” he said, delivering a slap that sent shockwaves all the way down to Jake’s thigh.
The question pulled Jake out of the zone so abruptly he glanced back at Vars with his lips parted. “I… I… Do what you like… sir.” He swallowed, rocking back against Vars’s stiff dick and already wishing it was inside of him.
He screamed when Vars smacked his ass again, this time so hard it left a lasting burn. “Tell me what you want or I’ll have you squeeze your thighs around my dick and leave your hole empty.”
Knight had playfully spanked Jake before, he’d been in fights as well, but the mix of a hit this strong and arousal drumming in his body was new, confusing, and exciting like hell.
“No, sir. I want you to fuck my ass, sir. I need your dick inside of me, please.” Jake closed his eyes again, hardly believing the words coming out of his own mouth, but it was all true. He wanted dick so bad. Wanted Vars to pound him into Knight’s car so hard they’d leave an indent.
Vars exhaled and stepped back, pulling apart Jake’s cheeks and spitting loudly. Hot saliva drizzled down the crack of Jake’s ass, but Jake’s nerves remained tense, all his attention focused on the sound of breaking plastic.