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Daniel wasn’t supposed to be
aroused. He knew that. He was being kidnapped and held for ransom by the
outlaw, Black Bart. He was supposed to be resisting, fighting back, or at the
very least, trying to escape.
But no, all he really
wanted to do was feel that hard cock against his naked skin. Hell, he wanted
to feel all of Black Bart against his naked skin, preferably with Black Bart
just as naked. Daniel groaned. He was in so much trouble.
Daniel tried to ignore
the man holding him as they rode. He tried even harder to ignore his aching
cock. Both seemed nearly impossible, especially when Black Bart grabbed the
reins in one hand, the other settling on Daniel’s abdomen.
“I think you like being
held captive,” Black Bart whispered into Daniel’s ear. “I think you like being
tied up and played with.”
Daniel shivered at the feel of warm
breath blowing across his neck. His eyes dropped closed as he tried to
concentrate on the sounds around him, the feel of the horse beneath him,
anything to drown out the feel of Black Bart’s hand drawing small circles on
his body.
When Black Bart
separated the edges of his shirt and pushed his hand inside to caress naked
flesh, Daniel knew it was a lost cause. His entire world narrowed down to
focus on strong callused hand moving closer to his hard cock.
Daniel ached. He needed.
He cried out when that hand finally touched him. His body bucked, arching
towards the hand touching him. His movements were met by a low deep chuckle
from the man torturing him.
Daniel felt his face burn with
embarrassment. He pushed his body back from the hand touching him. His
shoulders hunched as he tried to avoid Black Bart. But the man didn’t seem to
even notice. He continued his exploration of Daniel’s body.
He wrapped the reins around the
saddle horn then grabbed Daniel’s bound hands and brought them over his neck.
Daniel was effectively trapped, his body laid open to whatever Black Bart
wanted to do to him.
Part of Daniel was thrilled. He
could respond without hesitation, enjoy the feeling of Black Bart’s hands on
his body. He was tied up, unable to resist or protest. Another part of him was
mortified that he was responding to his captor, but not enough to stop Black
Bart from pulling at the buttons of his pants.
Daniel’s head fell back against the
wide shoulder behind him when Black Bart pushed his hand deep into Daniel’s
pants, grasping his hard cock. The pressure was unbelievable. It was just
strong enough to let Daniel know Black Bart’s hand was there but light enough
to keep him just on the edge of an orgasm. It was pure torture.
Daniel’s hands began clenching and
unclenching in Black Bart’s jet black hair. His mouth dropped open as nearly
silent whimpers of need broke free. Black Bart had one hand on Daniel’s chest,
gently pinching and tugging at his nipples. The other hand stroked Daniel’s
cock.
When Black Bart’s lips latched on to
Daniel’s neck, Daniel couldn’t keep his cries to himself any longer. His head
fell to one side, baring his neck to Black Bart’s questing lips. His body
hummed with arousal.
“Please,” Daniel pleaded, not really
sure what he was begging for but knowing he needed something more.
“What do you need, cowboy?”
Daniel shook his head. He bit his
lip. He couldn’t say it. If he did, that would make it real. It would mean he
wanted the things Black Bart was doing to him, the things Black Bart was
making him feel.
The hands touching him suddenly
stopped. Daniel groaned in protest. He was so very close. He pushed his hips
towards the hand holding his cock but that hand fell away, taking with it the
hot feeling of pleasure that had been racing through his body.
“Please, I…I…” Daniel moaned.
“Tell me what you want, cowboy, and
I’ll give it to you,” Black Bart whispered into Daniel’s ear. “I won’t touch
you unless you tell me what you want.”
Daniel groaned. He couldn’t tell
Black Bart what he wanted. He just couldn’t. But he didn’t know if he could
live without feeling the ecstasy of Black Bart’s touch another second. He just
might die without it.
The feeling of Black Bart’s tongue
against the shell of his ear decided Daniel. He cried out, arching his body as
he gave into the feelings the outlaw provoked in him.
“Touch me,” Daniel begged, “Oh god,
please touch me.”
Daniel’s plea was instantly
answered. Black Bart wrapped his hand back around Daniel’s cock and stroked
him. His other hand caressed Daniel’s chest, moving back and forth between his
nipples to play with them both. Black Bart’s lips moved from Daniel’s ear to
his neck, licking a path around to the edge of Daniel’s jaw and on to his
lips.
Daniel’s body throbbed. When Black
Bart’s mouth covered his, Daniel felt all of the air in his lungs escape,
leaving him breathless and wanting. The feel of Black Bart’s tongue brushing
against his sent Daniel into a tailspin of desire.
He dug his fingers into the hard
corded muscles of Black Bart’s neck as the pressure building in his balls
exploded out the top of his cock. Daniel’s groan of completion was loud in the
silence surrounding them as he covered Black Bart’s hand with white pearly
seed.
“That’s it, cowboy,” Black Bart
murmured against Daniel’s lips. “Give it all to me.”
Daniel’s only response was the deep
groan that built up in his throat and roared free as Black Bart continued to
stroke him through his orgasm and beyond. His body bucked, his cock sensitive
to every touch.
Black Bart just kept going, stroking
Daniel’s cock with one hand, playing with his nipples with the other. Before
long, Daniel had worked his way through one orgasm and was well on his way to
another.
“You know I’m going to fuck you,
don’t you, cowboy,” Black Bart said. Daniel knew it was more of a statement
than a question. He was also afraid that it was going to happen. He might even
beg for it. And that scared Daniel more than having a gun held to his head.
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