Vegas POV -
Shots echoed around the building as I hid behind a crate of whatever. I honestly had no idea what it was but it was blocking the bullets for now.
"Hey! Come on out Vegas!"
I smirked at how idiotic that sounded. Did he really think I was just going to pop my head out for him to aim at?
Porsche had sent me to deal with the remaining members of the Italian gang. They were causing some problems and we needed to deal with them. I was sent because he knew I wanted to prove myself.
After what my dad did, not many people trusted me. Though the remaining gang members had simply been following orders, just like me, they thought I was like him. I'd scoffed at that and punched the one and only guy who'd dared make the comparison. I was nothing like my father!
"Come on Vegas, playing hide and seek is only fun if we find you!"
'True!' I thought with a smirk.
Quickly checking my gun still had ammunition, I nodded to a few of my men and we all piled out. Guns blasted around me as I picked off each idiot one by one. I only had to hide a couple of times to reload but soon everyone was dead.
One of the men came over panting as he handed me a flash drive. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"This is everything on their computers. Mr Porsche instructed me to get it whilst you dealt with them. I was told to hand this to you to give to him."
I nodded and stared at the flash drive as he left. It wasn't until I was being pushed violently aside that I realised something was wrong. One of the gang members wasn't fully dead, he'd managed to raise his gun and aimed it at me.
The bullet grazed my arm before I could get out of the way and it stung like a bitch. It was nothing compared to before but it still fucking hurt. My men shot him and rushed over to me.
I assured them I was ok and to check everyone was dead before we could go. Once satisfied we left the clean-up crew to sort out the bodies. I headed for the main compound to give over the drive.
Porsche had insisted on getting my wound checked before I left so it meant I got home late. Macau was already asleep and the rest of the house was dark, so I assumed Pete was sleeping as well.
With a sigh, I slumped onto the sofa. Thoughts over the past few months flitted through my mind. When I had taken Pete with me to that house I'd only meant to use him as a pet, something to keep me entertained before I killed him.
I had no intention of getting close to him but after learning about his Pa, and how similar his Pa was to mine. It had, for the first time, made me think someone could understand me. He comforted me and made me think that I wasn't a freak.
After he left I was desperate to see him, to hold him but I didn't want to hurt him. In his eyes, I could see he wanted me just as much as I wanted him but he was scared.
Scared of how good it felt when I tied him up. Scared of loving someone like me who liked to hurt people for pleasure. Then when he called himself my pet, after the attack, I wanted to scream at him. Scream that he was more than that to me.
Thankfully, I got the chance to do that when I was in the hospital. I don't know why he stayed every day, slept next to me, fed me, and ensured Macau was okay. His face lit up when I said he wasn't my pet anymore, but my most important person. I loved the little blush when Macau caught us kissing.
A twinge on my arm had me pulling out of my thoughts. I gripped the space below and sighed. Tonight, I could have lost my life and could have left Pete and Macau alone. That thought startled me. I needed to see them.
First, I went to Macau. He'd just started university and was already loving it. He was sprawled on his bed with books around him like a halo. I chuckled as I began to clear them up before putting the cover over him. He moved but didn't wake up so I left.
When I approached our room I expected it to be in darkness too. Instead, the light was on but no one was inside. My eyebrows crossed as I wondered where he could be but then I heard the sound of the shower.
With a smirk, I slowly started to undress as I made my way over. My bathroom was one of my favourite rooms. On one side was a large corner bath with room enough for two and at the farthest end was my shower. It dipped down as a wall of water descended from the ceiling like a waterfall. A huge one-way window lined the shower wall. You could see out but no one could see in.
Pete was currently standing under the spray absentmindedly looking out the view whilst rubbing soap into his skin.
His perfect round globes glistened in the faint light and I licked my lips. I'd only recovered from my injuries a few weeks ago and Pete had forbidden anything but hand and blow jobs until I was fully ok. Which meant I was craving to feel his ass wrapped around my dick.
My cock was already half hard as I divulged myself of the rest of my clothes. I stood there, eyeing him up and down as I rubbed my chest with one hand and my cock with the other.
"You planning on just standing there all day? Or are you going to join me?"
I jumped a little. I hadn't realised he'd heard me come in. With that smirk I loved he turned to me. His body was now half visible and I could see he was just as excited as I was.
His beautiful cock shimmered in the light and my lips ached to taste him. Without waiting for further invitations I crossed the small space and instantly fell to my knees. Pete turned fully to me and moaned. He'd fall apart every time I sucked him and I knew he loved it. I could tell he didn't have much experience with guys when he'd first wrapped his perfect lips around my cock.
He'd been unsure of himself and what to do but with a little guidance I'd become putty in his hands. So much so that he'd become a little obsessed with sucking me off. One particular morning came to mind as I brought his cock into my mouth and sucked.
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We were in the kitchen eating breakfast, and Macau was still asleep. Pete had been gently rubbing my thigh as we sat on the stools.
"If you keep doing that I'm going to have a huge problem when Macau comes down," I warned him playfully.
Pete smirked at me, giving me his butter wouldn't melt look. I'd moved to put my dishes away in the sink when I felt him behind me.
"I guess if I have caused the problem then I should do something about it."
Before I got the chance to even think or react, Pete bent down and moved around me. My sink was on the middle island of the kitchen and had a large space underneath, that Pete could easily fit into. He pulled my hips so that they were flush against the side and pulled my pants down. Just enough to pull my cock out. Instantly, his mouth was on me and I had to grip the side for balance. His tongue lapped around my head as one of his hands played with my balls.
"Shit!" I moaned out.
His tongue was now swiping up and down my shaft as his thumb rubbed around the tip. I was about to pull back, and force him up and around before plunging my dick into his ass. However, just as I was thinking of it I heard Macau.
"Shit, Pete! Macau is up," I hissed.
I'd expected him to stop, help me back into my pants and come out. Instead, he hummed against my cock and sucked harder.
Macau walked into the kitchen, preventing me from saying anything else.
"Morning Vegas," he greeted as he took his seat at the table. "Where's Pete?"
"Morning," I gulped. "He's erm, he's a little busy right now."
Too right he was. He had a mouth full of my cock and he wasn't relenting. I had to bite the inside of my mouth to stop the moans threatening to come out. My legs were quivering under the pleasure and I had to lean forward on the counter to prevent myself from collapsing especially when I felt Pete take one of my balls into his mouth.
"What are you doing today bro?" Macau asked.
"I'm doing … urgh … not much I … err … don't think."
"Bro, are you ok? You look funny?"
'No, I'm not alright. Pete is sucking my dick whilst my little brother is sitting right there' I thought as I gave him a small smile.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, maybe a little tired," I lied.
Macau nodded and seemed to accept it. He collected his things and made to leave. Then he stopped at the door and smirked at me.
"If you're tired, maybe you should ask Pete not to ride you so hard!"
"Macau!" I shouted as he laughed and raced out.
Just after he left my orgasm hit and I came down Pete's throat. Once he felt I was clean, he put my cock away, came out from under the cabinet and smirked innocently.
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"Fuck Vegas, that feels so good!" he moaned above me bringing my thoughts back.
I could feel he was close to coming so I pulled off. His cock popped out of my mouth with a wet pop.
"Vegas!" he whined trying to put his cock back in.
With a chuckle, I kissed the tip before standing up. I wrapped my arms around his waist and slapped his ass.
"Vegas, please!" he moaned as his hard cock rubbed against mine.
I ignored him and grabbed the soap and lathered our bodies. He whined and continually tried to either touch my cock or get me to touch his. Each time I evaded him and continued to wash us.
My hands roamed his skin and hair just enough to send him crazy without providing release. Then I switched off the shower and left the room without a backwards glance.
"Vegas!"
Pete POV -
What the hell! He just left me there! Standing alone in the shower, achingly hard. Quickly, I dried myself before racing after him. I didn't bother with a towel, it was only us so who cared?
"What the fuck Vegas!" I shouted.
Vegas was standing at the end of the bed smirking at me. His cock stood straight out and fuck did I want to taste it. I made to kneel in front of him but his growl stopped me.
"On the fucking bed now!"
My cock jerked at his commanding tone. I scampered onto the bed and laid down on the pillows. He stood scanning me and my lips went dry as he licked his own.
"Spread 'em!" he growled.
Without hesitation, I did as ordered. I loved when he took command. He had a surprisingly gentle side to him but now and again he was like this and I fucking loved it.
I'd been scared at first that he'd want to do all that kinky shit I'd seen in his office as well as in that house. I hadn't liked having chains on the ceiling, was flat out against them when I moved in and he suggested it. However, he mainly liked tying me up and using toys on me, which I wasn't going to complain about.
I watched him as he climbed up and over me. He gripped my wrists together, handcuffed them and then clipped them on a small chain on top of the headboard. Then he took each ankle and tied it to a rope that could be pulled. I had no choice but to allow my legs to lift.
My arms were above my head and my legs were lifted and spread wide. There was nothing that couldn't be seen. When he'd first done this I'd been embarrassed to be so open like this but he'd soon made me forget.
Now, I loved it. Loved showing him everything that belonged to him. Though he didn't call me his pet anymore I still felt like he owned me. All of me, heart, body and soul.
"Pete! You look so fucking good!" he groaned as he stroked his dick.
I watched transfixed as his arm clenched as it moved and noticed, for the first time, the bandage. My lust-filled brain cleared and I tried to move.
"Wait! You're arm!" I called out.
Vegas didn't answer me. Instead, his mouth attached to my hard cock and caused me to grunt. He moved back and raised his hand.
My cock leaked in anticipation before I felt the first slap then the next.
"Fuck Vegas! Please!" I moaned but I didn't know what I was asking for.
Vegas lapped his tongue around the red, sensitive skin before moving to my hole. My body convulsed with every stroke of his tongue. I hadn't realised I was so sensitive down there until the first time he had eaten me out.
He continued to lap at me as I heard a popping sound. I looked down to see Vegas pull back and apply some lube to a small dildo. Then he spread it around my hole before pushing it in.
At first, I just felt the pleasure of being spread open until he pressed a button. My cock jerked as my body shivered. The vibrations along with the push and pull were driving me insane.
"Vegas!" I moaned as the pleasure built.
Again, Vegas pulled back just as I was about to release.
"No!" I shouted, not caring how loud I was being.
I didn't care if Macau came in to see us right now I just needed to cum. To feel that release.
"You won't cum until I tell you to," he ordered before giving me several more slaps.
I heard the pop of the lube bottle again and watched as he dribbled it down my crack before pushing some in with the tip of his cock. He then rubbed more around himself before pushing inside in one hard thrust.
I saw stars, literal stars behind my eyes. His cock filled me and I had forgotten how much I'd missed it. We had only done this once in that house when he'd captured me.
I'd only allowed him to use toys or his hand on me, or me on him, not until the doctor gave the all-clear. Though the doctor had a week or so ago, Vegas had been busy setting up the Italian thing so I was always asleep when he got home.
Now, I guess he'd decided it was time and fuck did I agree.
"God! So fucking tight!"
Vegas looked like he was struggling to control himself. I could do nothing but wait. My body was locked in this position and I was powerless. That should have frightened me instead it thrilled me. I trusted Vegas, I knew he would take care of me.
After a minute, he still hadn't moved. In frustration, I was able to wiggle my ass a little, which provided some much-needed friction. However, the two slaps I received had me stilling.
"Please, Vegas! I need you to move!"
"You want me to move, do you, Pete? You want me to slide my cock in and out of your tight hole. Rubbing past your prostate. Is that what you want? Want me to fuck you so hard that it will ruin you for anyone else?"
"Yes!" I breathed out.
"Good!"
Vegas, instantly, started to pound into me at a punishing pace. The angle allowed him to send a tsunami wave of pleasure up my spine. My cock, was bouncing against my stomach and I could feel my balls drawing up. I knew I was close.
Suddenly, Vegas stilled. Just as I was about to cum he stopped. He was panting and his hands had a death grip on my legs. I wanted to hit him and I tried to.
"Vegas please, I want to cum," I repeated over and over again begging him.
"You'll cum when I say," he growled and pulled out.
"No!" I shouted but he ignored me.
He was fucking killing me and he knew it. Vegas unfastened my legs and they flopped to the bed before he moved onto my hands, though he kept the handcuffs on
"You're going to ride me, if you do a good job I'll let you cum," he whispered against my mouth before giving me a light peck.
My mouth chased after his for more but he just chuckled and moved away. I scrambled to my knees, which was a little difficult since they still felt like jelly. Vegas sat at the head of the bed and I sat over him. He guided himself inside me as I sank with a groan.
I'd never ridden anyone before but I'd watched some porn with people doing that so I did my best to imitate them. I started off lifting and slowly sinking back down. This earned a moan from him.
After a while of doing that, I decided I needed a new angle, but I was limited with my hands bound together. So, I slowly started rocking my hips back and forth.
"Yes! Just like that baby!" he moaned. "Just like that!"
I smirked, now I felt like the one with the power. His eyes were closed and the moans coming from him were intoxicating.
"Vegas, take off the handcuffs I want to lean back," I told him.
With a curious look, he did as I asked. As soon as they were off I moved my legs so I could plant a foot on either side of his waist, whilst I leaned back and lifted my ass.
His eyes went darker as I rode him. My cock bounced around like a windmill. Hungry eyes followed it before his hands finally gripped me, finally started to pump me.
"Vegas! Fuck I'm close! Please let me cum!" I begged once again.
"Cum for me Pete! Slam so hard down on me and cum all over my stomach," he growled out.
My hips picked up speed as I did as instructed and with one particularly hard thrust, I shouted out his name as I came. Jets of thick white cum spurted out of my tip and all over him.
His hips rocketed before he came inside me with several hard thrusts up.
My arms gave way and I allowed myself to flop backwards as I panted. Vegas, somehow, was able to move me so he could watch as his cum trickled out of my hole and down one of my cheeks.
"God, do you know how sexy you are?" he whispered before reaching for the tissues next to the bed.
With a body like jelly, I allowed him to clean me up before moving me so my head was laid on the pillow and a blanket was over me. He climbed in next to me and I instantly wrapped my arms around him.
Vegas gently kissed my forehead with a chuckle. I had enough strength to move so I could look up at him.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Nothing, just can't believe that's only the second time I've been inside you and it feels like you've been riding me for years."
I swiped at his chest which only made him laugh more. Then I noticed the bandage again. Gently, I reached a hand to trace around it causing him still.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Nothing much. We finished off what was left of that gang but one managed to get a lucky shot. The bullet only grazed me," he explained.
"Only! Were you being careless?" I demanded.
He kissed my forehead again and pushed my head down onto his chest.
"No, I wasn't, if I was he would have shot me for real. It's ok Pete, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me forever. I'm never letting you go, not even if you want me to."
With a chuckle of my own, I kissed his chest and sighed happily.
"Good!"