Hammer stalled. He’d never been baited quite like this, and the predator in him itched to respond. He knew that were he to ask Dex to wash his dick and balls with that pink mouth, his prisoner would have obeyed without question, but it wouldn’t be possible to take that back.
So he hesitated, letting his gaze drop down Dex’s body. He had been in the cage for over a day now.
“Fine. Take off your clothes,” Hammer said, pinning his eyes to Dex’s face.
It was a pleasure to be around someone so animated and unguarded, someone whom Hammer didn’t need to carefully dissect in order to discover his thoughts.
“Um… Now? Here?” Dex asked but was already pulling off his T-shirt and revealing his slim but athletic form covered in a mish-mash of tattoos.
“I thought you wanted to do as you're told,” Hammer said and offered Dex a smile he hoped was enigmatic.
Dex’s face flushed enough to obscure the freckles dotting the youthful features, but he was quick to lower himself to one knee and undo the laces of his boots. His pale hair was messy, and just long enough to easily slide fingers into for a handful.
If Hammer dragged him to the bars and freed his cock— No, he should not consider any of that.
“Not always. I’m no one’s slave.” Dex pushed his boots off, but stalled when it was time to remove his jeans. They hung on his hips low enough to reveal the blue waistband of his jockstrap. “I am your sub though,” he said with a wink that made Hammer’s blood cook all over again.
When would the novelty of this gay flirting wear off? Hammer had hoped the fight would ease the tension, yet here he was again, watching Dex undress while heat climbed his body like poison ivy.
“Well said. You should do exactly as I tell you,” he said and lowered his gaze to Dex’s crotch. A part of him knew he should hide his interest, but there was no threat to him here, and what did it matter if Dex noticed? So maybe he’d imagine things, but it would have no bearing on Hammer’s decisions in the future.
“Isthatyour thing? Or the stuff Stefani was talking about?” Dex’s voice lowered along with his jeans, but when his dick remained hidden, like a piece of candy in a flavor that hadn’t yet been revealed, Hammer felt his curiosity rise. And it was weirding him out, because he had never been someone eager to watch another man strip. But then the denim pooled at Dex’s feet, and Hammer watched himself stare in a strange version of an out-of-body experience.
A dick.
Hammer had seen many, because it was normal to occasionally be around other men naked. But knowing that this kid wanted him flipped a switch at the back of Hammer’s head.
Dex’s pubes were trimmed, not shaved, the size of his cock didn’t stand out either in this soft state, and since he wasn’t cut, the head was hidden under foreskin. Hammer was confused about his sudden interest in another man’s genitals, but that didn’t change the fact that he wondered how the fuzzy balls would feel in his palm. Was it a purely academic kind of curiosity or was hesexuallyexcited to have Dex undress in front of him? He’d never been very good at recognizing his own emotions in the first place, but this was so far outside his usual behavior that a label for it might not yet exist.
He had been fascinated by the bodies of other boys in school and juvie, but at the time, everyone developed at their own speed, and it had been just curiosity about bodies other than his own. He stopped paying attention to other males when it became clear it might earn him a label no boy at juvie wanted to be attached to. He hadn’t been invited tolooksince.
Until now.
“Why do you want to know?” Hammer asked after clearing the raspiness from his throat.
Dex’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and it didn’t escape Hammer’s attention that his nipples were stiff peaks. In a surprising bout of shyness, Dex covered his crotch with the underwear in his hand, but that only reminded Hammer how that round, juicy ass had bounced under the paddle, and how available it seemed in the jockstrap.
“You know, I need to check if we’re compatible, for when we get married.” He grinned at Hammer, but the flush on his skin betrayed his nerves.
“Never took you for a traditionalist,” Hammer said and gestured at the clothes. “Fold them and pick them up.”
It gave Hammer a buzz to see Dex follow the order without question, and when he bent over for the clothes, the pert butt, still red with a few purple spots, rose like the sun over the horizon of mundanity. Hammer had been far too eager to watch it tense when hit with the paddle, and the memory of it now flooded his senses in all its vivid glory.
Dex stood by the cage door. “I’m just joking, I can’t keep a boyfriend for the life of me, so I’m not expecting a husband anytime soon. A good time though… that I can give.”
A hot shiver ran down Hammer’s spine as he approached the cage and unlocked it to let Dex out of his confinement. “Not easy to find a good girl either.”
The words must have been a bucket of cold water on the hot coals burning in Dex’s mind, because his shoulders sagged. He wasn’t cuffed now, and Hammer watched his every move, but he doubted Dex would run out of here naked, when he didn’t know the area and might bump into a tiger.
“For a guy like you? I bet every club hangaround is gagging for your dick.”
As he stood closer, Hammer picked up the scent of sweat. Dex was now so naked and available. While by no means a slender guy, as Dex’s body was packed with healthy muscle, he was overall smaller and shorter than him, which made the fantasy of overpowering him in sex yet more potent.
If he pressed Dex to the wall, spat on his hand and penetrated him like that, the boy wouldn’t protest, but despite the electricity sizzling in the air between them, Hammer opened the door and showed Dex the way outside.
He was not yet sure what he wanted out of this situation… if anything at all.
“Then we’re not that different. Sex is easy to come by for you too, especially with that gay app,” he said, though Dex had a skewed image of how many women wanted to fuck lots of bikers all the time. Maybe he just projected his own desires on them?