"Gimme
another dog."
"Get
your own."
"C'mon,
Rick."
I
glared over at Pete, sitting buck-ass naked
on a blanket by the campfire. Long legs
stretched out, black cowboy hat pulled low,
dark curls all sweaty against his neck.
Pretty mouth just smiling. Lazing around
while I cooked, as usual. Thinking that just
'cause he'd spread for me any damn time, that
meant I had to wait on him.
Problem
was, he appeared to be right.
"Fine."
I stuck the last of the hot dogs on a
straightened-out coat hanger and held it over
the fire. He grinned.
Bastard.
He gave
me big sloe eyes when I handed him his dog.
"Thanks, babe."
"You
can thank me in a minute."
I stood
over him and watched as he wolfed down his
fourth dog. Every time we go camping, he eats
enough for a damn army. Where the fuck he
puts it all, I don't know.
I
waited 'til he finished. When he'd swallowed
the last bite, I pulled the end of the hanger
out of the coals and pressed the tip to his
nipple.
"Fuck!"
He arched, shaking, brown eyes hot and
wanting. "Rick..."
"I
know."
I held
the red-hot metal to his other nipple. He
collapsed onto this back, moaning, those lean
thighs spread wide. I unzipped and started
stroking myself. He mirrored me, big hands
pulling his thick cock.
"Yours,
Rick." Those dark eyes burned.
"Mine."
I whacked the inside of his thigh with the
hot wire. He hissed, cock twitching.
"Turn over."
He
rolled onto his belly, got his knees under
him, and stuck that pretty as fuck ass in the
air. The base of the big red butt plug I'd
made him wear lay snug between those firm
cheeks. Made me feel hot all over.
Pete
looked over his shoulder at me. "Do
it."
"Yeah."
It took
a few minutes, seeing as how all I had was a
coat hanger. Pete screamed and clawed the
ground and came before I was done, but I
didn't mind. By the time I'd finished
branding his ass with my name, my dick was
about to bust. I reached down and yanked the
plug out. The sight of that stretched hole
nearly made me lose it. My cock slid right
in, and I fucked him 'til we both saw stars.
Later,
I sat and watched Pete sleeping, flat on his
belly, hole plugged up again, antibiotic
ointment coating the fresh brand. That hot
piece of man belonged to me, from that stupid
hat he always wore to his bare feet. The raw
burns spelling "Rick" across his
ass told it to the world.
Mine.
I
pulled him close and fell asleep under the
wide, starry sky, with my own private cowboy
in my arms.
The
next night, I let him brand me.
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