Playing with Fire

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Damon & Pete: Playing with Fire

  Copyright © 2019 by K.C. Wells writing as Tantalus

  Cover Art by Meredith Russell

  Photography: KJ Heath Photography

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  This volume comprises the five short stories of the series, Damon & Pete: Playing with Fire:

  Summer Heat

  After

  Consequences

  Limits

  Fractures

  It also contains the short Valentine’s Day story, Pete’s Treat.

  Many thanks to those who helped me with this series:

  Wulf Francú Godgluck, a great editor and inspiration.

  Jack Parton and Alexander Cheves, for their expertise.

  And of course, my wonderful beta team who read everything so carefully –

  Jason, Daniel, Helena, Debra, Sharon and Mardee.

  Table of content

  Summer Heat

  After

  Consequences

  Limits

  Fractures

  BONUS: Pete’s Treat

  A note

  Bios

  Next from Tantalus

  K.C. Wells titles

  SUMMER HEAT

  Pete and his hunky bear of a neighbor, Damon, are always competing about something. So when Damon makes a bet on the outcome of their next poker game, Pete is up for it, even if the terms are a little…unusual.

  If Damon wins, he gets to do Whatever. He. Wants.

  Only thing is, Pete has no idea that Damon has a dark side…

  Summer Heat

  “Are you ready for me, baby?” His fingers traced the contours of my abs, pulling a shiver from me.

  How long have I waited to hear him say those words? And so much more besides…

  “Yes.” The word came out as a croak, and I cursed my tightened throat.

  His breath was hot on the back of my neck. He chuckled, a rich sound that made all the hairs on my arms stand on end. “You don’t sound too sure.” I caught my breath as he slid his hand lower, until he was there, poised right above my aching cock.

  Yeah, there. Wrap your hand around it.

  “I’m s-sure,” I stammered, willing him to move.

  Seconds past. More seconds. And still that hand was firm against my lower belly.

  Oh, come on, Damon, please….

  His fingers stroked the base and my breathing hitched. Fuck, yeah. I waited for more, eyes closed, ready to scream when he started heading north.

  Touch me, damn you. TOUCH ME.

  “Your skin is warm.” Soft lips brushed over my shoulder and I shuddered to feel his hot tongue lick a line down my back. I pulled against the restraints around my wrists, silently urging him to go lower, that agile tongue almost reaching the cleft of my ass. Damon, the fucker, had to show me who was in control, however. I gritted my teeth when that mouth began working its way up my spine instead. I couldn’t stop shuddering when he sank his teeth into the nape of my neck.

  “I-it’s a hot night.” Fuck, could I not manage one goddamn sentence without my voice quavering?

  His voice rumbled next to my ear, deep and dark. “And it’s gonna get hotter.”

  I gasped when he took my ear lobe between his teeth and tugged hard, sending a shockwave of pain through me.

  “That got your attention.”

  Like I could ignore the feel of his body, wider than mine and thick with muscle. The coarse hair on his chest brushed against my back, and there it was, fucking finally, his cock, hard and hot, rubbing against my ass, dripping pre-cum on me. I pushed back eagerly, wanting more, my own dick stiff and poking upward.

  Damon laughed, the type of laugh that got me all kinds of hot and bothered, yet still managed to turn my spinal fluid to ice at the same time. “I’m beginning to think you lost our bet on purpose.” He rocked his hips, sliding his solid thick meat through my crack. His hot breath caressed my ear. “This what you were thinking about while we were playing poker, Pete? You imagining my cock rubbing over your little boy hole?” His growl reverberated through me when he pressed himself against my back. “Is that why your playing was for shit tonight? Your mind was already contemplating me fucking ya?”

  “No,” I protested. I’d played to win—hadn’t I? Even if it had sounded like a joke when Damon first suggested it. We were always so damn competitive: which of us had the best yard, the most Christmas lights—you name it, we’d try to outdo each other on it. But then Damon had taken me aside after the last poker game with the boys, after he’d lost a packet, and had wanted to bet on the outcome of the next game. Some incentive, he said, to make the game a little more… interesting.

  If I won, Damon got to clean my car for six months. His next suggestion made my throat seize up, just as easily as if his beefy paw had clamped around it.

  If I lost, he could do whatever he wanted with me.

  He was right, of course. I’d had the worse luck that night, and it was no surprise to me at the end of the evening that I’d lost, big time.

  Except this didn’t feel like I’d lost. Not when I found myself naked and shackled to a fucking St. Andrew’s Cross in Damon’s goddamn basement.

  Who was I kidding? I’d played to lose, all right.

  “Oh, so I got this all wrong?” Damon stepped back, and my body was already at war with myself for the loss of his intimate, damp, warm body. “You don’t want me to fuck you?”

  I froze, and then shivered in my restraints. God, yes, I want to feel you fuck me.

  “Bastard,” I ground out under my breath. I pulled at the shackles around my wrists.

  “If you got something to say, Petey-boy—” His fingers grasped my hair, lips brushing over my ear as his hot words spilled out like liquid heat. “—just come out an’ say it.” He pulled away from me abruptly, leaving me cold, almost at bursting point with longing and need.

  For fuck’s sake, just say it. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been lusting after Damon for months, ever since he’d moved into the house next door. I swear, every time I looked out of my window, there he was on his front lawn, shirtless. Why the fuck does he always have to be bare chested? All that hot, silky fur, glistening in the summer heat, that dense chest with its firm, muscled pecs… Okay, he was no Mr. Olympia. Damon had the slightest hint of a belly but God, you could smell the power in his large frame, just watching the sweat breaking out and glistening on his big shoulders and thick arms. I’d spent months watching him from afar, drooling over his Latino body, fantasizing…. And here I was, at his mercy, knowing exactly what I wanted to happen.

  “I… I want you to fuck me,” I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

  Damon stepped closer, his fingers ghosting over my right butt cheek. “I didn’t catch that.”

  Oh, you fucking bastard.

  “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” Christ, I sounded like I was begging, and in that moment, I couldn’t have cared less.

  He stepped up close and took both cheeks in his large hands. I could feel the calluses on his fingers biting into my soft flesh when he squeezed hard. “Thi
s white boy ass of yours is too fucking pale. I’m not sliding my dick into you until these cheeks are burning pink, and as hot as your tight little hole.”

  Shitshitshitshitshit….

  He pressed up against me, forcing the breath from me as my body was flattened against the smooth wood of the cross. “But who’s to say you’re tight? I’ve seen you at that bar downtown.” He bit into my shoulder and I cried out. “Yeah, you’re a regular little slut, ain’t ya, Petey-boy? You love taking it up the ass.” His cock, hard as fuck, pushed at my crack again, only more insistently now. “Yeah, you can’t wait for it.”

  “You… you saw me?” Fuck.

  Damon snorted. “Why’d you think I made that bet? I’ve been dyin’ to tap this boy booty for months.”

  I bit back a grunt when he pushed a spit-slick finger roughly into my hole. Christ, if that’s his finger…

  “Oh yeah,” he purred. “Nice ’n’ tight. You like that?” He slid it deeper, making my whole body shiver. “Someone’s boy pussy is a greedy little fuck.” His finger twisted inside me, seeking…

  Oh God, no…

  “By the time I’m through with you…” He slid his finger out, brought it to my lips and shoved it into my mouth, where I had no choice but to suck it. “You're not gonna be able to use this hole for a week.”

  I couldn’t help myself. I pushed back, clenching my ass and trapped that thick cock between my cheeks. Damon shuddered, shaking against me.

  He pulled back. “Not yet, baby, remember?” A large hand stroked over my ass and squeezed one cheek.

  He’s not… he’s not really gonna spank me… is he?

  God, the relief that flowed through me when nothing happened. I breathed easier, letting the restraints take my weight as his hand left my ass.

  Then those fingers were back, sliding over my abs, only this time there was no gentle exploration of my skin. This time Damon grabbed hold of my tits and squeezed, before pinching my nipples once more. Pinching, twisting, until I was pleading with him to stop. “D-Damon, that fucking hurts.”

  Damon’s breathed teased my ear. “Oh, sensitive little titties. That’s good to know.” He nuzzled into my neck while he carried on tormenting my nipples, making me wince. “Should get them pierced, baby,” he cooed, his voice deep and seductive.

  “Damon, please.”

  He ignored me, rolling his hips and grinding his erect cock against my ass while he tugged and twisted the now tender nubs. His teeth grazed my neck, biting gently and then sucking at the skin. I let my head fall back against his shoulder, eyes closed, letting the sensations build. My mind was really struggling to fight against the onslaught. My body? Was fucking Judas.

  “Yeah, I’m thinkin’ these would look real cute with little hoops through ’em. Something to tug on.” He laughed and the sound reverberated throughout the basement. “You like that idea, Pete? Me piercing your tight little nipples?” His fingers pinched the taut flesh.

  I wanted the ache to stop. And yet the more it continued, the harder my dick got.

  Damon released my nipples and I sagged against him. He pushed me roughly against the cross, and that hand caressed my ass, those cursed fingers trickling over my skin like molten liquid, trailing up the curve of my spine. “Arch your back. Stick that ass out for me.” I complied, my legs shaking. Then his hand was gone. “Ready?”

  I wanted to yell, NO, but the word came out as a strangled cry when that first stinging slap landed on my ass cheek. “Fuck!”

  Damon growled. “That? That was just the start, Petey-boy.”

  “I hate it when you call me tha—fuuuuck!” Another slap, this time on the other cheek, but harder. “Shit, that hurts!” My butt felt hot, I could still feel the sting. This was not fun. This was not what I was here for.

  “Shut up and take it, boy.” The flat of his hand met my left cheek, the pain exploding into an intense fire. A harsh cry had barely left my lips when he did it again to the other cheek.

  “Not your fucking boy, Damon,” I growled out through gritted teeth. I yelped when he grabbed my ass hard and squeezed the fiery flesh. His teeth met my shoulder again, sending ripples of pain down my spine, and I screamed.

  “When you’re in my playroom, tied up and ready for my cock, that makes you my boy for the night. You got that?” he grunted as he continued with his spanking, building up speed. Only now the slaps were landing harder, faster, the pain growing, spreading like wild fire over my skin. I whimpered with each blow, disgusted with myself when the whimpers became sobs. My ass was on fire, the flesh scorching. I tried to edge out of his reach, but there was nowhere to go. Blow after blow landed on the fleshiest part of my ass, less time elapsing between each one until it was almost constant.

  It took a moment or two for me to realize that something had changed.

  Damon didn’t let up, there was no change there. He alternated between cheeks, grunting with each hard slap of his wide hand across my heated ass. But the sharpness of the blows seemed to… fade, to morph, tingles shooting up my spine, playing along my taint and making my thighs shake. My knees were numb, but fuck, my balls drew up tight. I was losing myself to the intimacy of his hand, the strength and pressure of each blow, skating along that delicate line between pain and pleasure, letting them consume me. My lips trembled, ready to ask the words that begged to drip off my tongue… thank you, more, please, can I have more?

  “Yeah, that’s it,” Damon purred. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  It felt like there was a direct link to my cock. So much so that I sniveled when he stopped. God, the relief, though, as the pain ebbed away.

  Relief that was short-lived when Damon grabbed my ass—hard—causing me to yelp once more. His fingers gripped the sore flesh and I bit back the scream that was right there in my throat. Relief once more when he released me. When nothing happened for a moment, I tensed, trying to anticipate his next move. My head was in turmoil.

  But I wasn’t about to back out. Not now. Red hot shame coursed through me at the thought that in spite of the discomfort, verging on pain, I still wanted more.

  There was movement behind me and the breath stuttered in my throat when Damon spread my cheeks and I felt that first swipe of his tongue over my ring.

  “Oh Jesus, yes.” I pushed back, wanting more, and growled when he stopped. That fucking tease.

  Damon reached around and pinched my sore nipples. I winced, but he twisted them between his thumbs and forefingers while he moved slowly up my body. I could feel the rasp of his hair as he pressed against me with his full weight. He thundered in my ear. “I’m in charge here, Pete. And we’ll get to the part where I eat your ass, but when I decide.” His lips were on my neck. Rough fingers stroked through my hair and grabbed hold. I gasped when my head was jerked back and a hot mouth took mine in a bruising kiss, teeth clicking. He released me and his mouth was on my neck, only this time he was biting the skin, sucking at it until I knew there’d be a mark when he was done.

  My heart pounded at the thought. Damon’s mark, where anyone could see it. Christ, that was fucking sexy.

  Damon licked and sucked his way down my back, his nails raking the skin, making me tense up. When he reached my ass, he laid a wet kiss on my right cheek, before sinking his teeth into the flesh and biting me.

  “Fucking hell, Damon,” I choked out. The man was far too fond of using his teeth.

  That menacing laugh echoed through my soul. “Can’t help myself, Petey-boy. I see this plump ass right in front me, just cryin’ out for me to mark it.” He grabbed a handful of ass and did it again, only this time he slid a finger over my hole. I shuddered, my whole body spasming at his touch and the fucker laughed, the bastard. He rubbed over my balls and along the length of my steel dick. I closed my eyes, only one thing on my mind—Damon’s mouth on my cock.

  But by now, I knew better than to ask. When he squeezed my balls, pulling down on them, stretching the skin taut, I wanted to scream.

  “You got a pretty little dick
, Pete,” Damon murmured appreciatively. “Nice sac, too. Feel heavy, full of cum. Only, you don’t get to.”

  “What?” I stiffened, not sure I’d heard him right.

  “You don’t get to cum.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

  Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.

  “Damon, fuck, man, I’m close as it is.” I glanced down to where a shiny thread of pre-cum oozed from my slit. Watching his hand reach around to stroke my shaft was fucking hot. I groaned as he brushed his palm over the head, smearing the sticky fluid along the length of my dick, and then tucked his thumbnail right into my slit.

  Fucking hell.

  “Then you’re gonna have to work hard, Petey-boy. ’Cause if you cum, I’ll have to punish ya.”

  “Punish?” Just the word sent shivers coursing through me. The prospect should’ve had me reacting with anger or fear. Why, then, was my heart beating so fast? My breathing so rapid?

  Damon’s barbarous laugh rebounded. “Yeah, I got your number, Pete. When I first laid eyes on ya, I said to myself, ‘now that boy is pure vanilla.’ But you’re not, are ya? I can feel it from here.” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass as he spread me wide. A slow tongue licked from my tailbone down to my balls, and I shuddered. He blew warm air over my hole, making me clench tight. Damon’s chuckle vibrated through my crease. “Like that’s gonna keep me out. C’mon, Pete. Show me your pretty little hole. Let me in. I really wanna have my full of it before I fuck ya.”

  Fuck. That hot tide of shame flushed through me at his words. Sex had never been like this. I pushed out with my muscles, feeling my hole loosen.

  “Good boy,” he grunted, running his finger over my ring. “All pretty and pink, just the way I love it.” I didn’t know if his praise should make me feel good—or terrify me. There was something about Damon. All his words had double meanings, or a sinister undertone. I arched my back a little more, feeling the shackles pull at the skin around my wrists.