Chapter 8: A dangerous game.

Alan woke up to something poking him.

Something hard and persistent.

He flickered his eyelids open and turned sideways. Or tried to. A hand halted his movement, forcing him to remain still.

"Karl..." he began his protest.

"Shhhh," Karl mumbled, stopping whatever he wanted to say. He kissed his back gently as he shifted forward, trying to penetrate the other man.

"I do not allow other men to penetrate me," Alan scowled at the man. "So stop it!" His voice was a little raised.

Karl knew he should stop as the man wanted, but there was something about the way the man spoke with authority that made him want to dare him. He wanted to fuck the man until he was changing the narrative and begging him for more.

He yelped when Alan toppled him over suddenly.

"You think you can satisfy me, huh?" Alan grunted out. He grabbed Karl's hand and twisted it behind him, partially hurting him. "The only way you can satisfy me is by giving me your fucking ass to fuck and dominate."

Alan spat on Karl's buttocks and rubbed the saliva with his cock. Now coated, he thrust the cock into Karl roughly. His hand covered Karl's mouth before a word could escape into the night's stillness.

His cock pulsates with life, seeking refuge in the warm source that would bring him the much-needed relief. He crossed his right leg over Alan's waist to keep him trapped. Even as the man struggled, he didn't move away.

His hand guided his cock, trying to get entry. The tightness that greeted him made him groan out of frustration.

"Fuck!" He cursed, not willing to give up.

Suddenly, he was no longer at the top. His legs, which were casually resting over the other man's body, were shifted away rudely. Before he could say jack, Karl felt himself being tossed overboard. He landed at the edge of the bed with a whimper. He groaned, holding his head against the assault. A body leaned over him, effectively trapping him in place.

"Shit!" Karl cussed. He knew he had lost the battle even before Alan's strong hands held his own bound.

"You really think you can play smart, huh?" Alan asked, irritation lacing his tone. He hated the fact that the young man had persisted even after telling him no. He didn't want the case where he would be forced to hurt the young man. But if violence was what he wanted, Alan was ready to dish it out.

"You really asked for it." He growled at the gardener. Still trapping the man who he knew couldn't be more than eighteen or twenty, Alan reached over to the bedside where his belt lay around lazily. He grabbed it and quickly tied Karl's hands, hooking the belt so tight there was no room for escape.

"No!" Karl cussed. He wanted to be the dominant one this time, not get overpowered by the man. How was he supposed to win the battle after the man had him in a tightrope?

"You asked for it!" Akan repeated. His voice was beasty like an injured wolf.

"No!" Karl protested. "I just--" he couldn't finish the words. A piece of cloth was passed over his head, covering his mouth.

"Now you will get it."

Alan stood up from the bed. He rushed to his wardrobe to grab two pairs of ropes. He returned back to the bed. Stretching the rope maliciously in front of Karl to instill fear in him. He strutted to the left first, angling the rope across the ankle, tightening it around. He grabbed the other end and tied it to the bed.

"Spread those legs!" He cursed at Karl. When the other man didn't obey his instruction, he grabbed a belt and slapped the leather on the boy's backside.

Karl twisted on the bed, his eyes doubling over from the pain that hooked his brain. He tried to turn, but the rope on his leg halted his movement.

"Spread those legs," Alan grumbled. His eyes were fiery with lust. He rubbed a hand over his mouth before his tongue slid out slowly, kissing his lower lip.

"Now." He added that when Karl didn't do as he instructed. The belt flew from his hand and landed on Karl's buttocks again.

A muffled scream rent the air. Alan shivered with anticipation, his mind enjoying the torture game just a little too much. He hit Karl again, chuckling as the man twisted in pain.

When Karl saw that he had no option but to listen, he quickly spread his legs wide open. His backside was on fire, tingling with the immense pleasure he felt from being dominated.

Even though he couldn’t give Alan the pleasure, Karl thrived on being dominated by whoever was using him. But he also loved being the one dominating. It gave him an edge that he couldn't resist.

"There's a good boy," Alan whispered seductively. He dropped the belt and leaned over, the rope now in his hand. He quickly tied the leg and kissed the sole of the foot when he was done.

He grabbed a lubricant from the bedstand and dumped some on his cock. His hand massaged the oil in place, jerking the length for a few seconds. As he leaned in the space between Karl's legs, he spanked the man with his palm.

"Ohhff," Karl mumbled out.

"That is for trying to dominate me, lad," Alan explained. "And now this..." he grabbed his cock and shoved it into Alan's anus. "This is to remind you who I am..." he moved swiftly, his waist working in a rhythmic precision. "That only I can pleasure you." He moaned out.

Karl jumped his hands over his head, trying to push the man away. Alan leaned over and closed his hands around Karl's neck instead. He shivered as Karl's fingers dug into the flesh of his chest in a bid to get him off.

"Don't move too much, or your neck might snap." He threatened, tightening his hands around the man's neck even more.

Karl closed his eyes giving in to the pleasure that shook him to his core. He leaned up, giving his assailant more room to wrap his hand around his neck.

"Hell, yeah!" Alan groaned as his body began to convulse. He jerked into Karl once, before his body began to shake with undeniable pleasure.