He was screaming in his brain, even as his body was moving toward him. Gene begged himself to stop, but he simply couldn’t.
Reality flickered, and Gene lost time as the drugs overwhelmed his brain.
Before he knew what was happening, he was using the zip ties on Ethan.
Oh, thank God.
He was securing him.
Or so he thought.
From the bed, his partner stared up at him, and the things that were coming out of his mouth were obscene. His own body reacted, and his dick was painfully hard.
“I need your cum!” Ethan begged. “I need you to hold me down and fuck my ass!”
Gene fought for the focus. If he just got him tied down, he could go lock himself in the bathroom and jerk off for the next two hours.
He’d be safe.
Ethan would be safe.
Right?
All he had to do was get him bound with one more zip tie, and back away from him.
That’s what he was telling his brain. It looked like sane Gene was winning.
Only, that wasn’t what happened.
Gene definitely didn’t take the highroad away from Pleasure-ville.
Nope.
He didn’t move from that spot, despite himself ordering him to do just that.
On the bed, Ethan was restrained, but he still fought like a wild animal to get free so he could climb all over Gene. His body bucked, and his dick was so hard he was weeping cum.
Drugged up Gene licked his lips, as he enjoyed the scene laid out in front of him.
He could have his mate anyway he wanted him. There’d be no holding back.
There’d be no forcing himself to abstain from every aspect of their love-making.
He could fuck his ass.
The rational part of him said it would only be a little taste, and that he had control, but did he?
What could partaking in that forbidden fruit hurt?
Oh, he knew he was screwed, because sane Gene knew the truth.
It would hurt Ethan a lot.
Inside, he was screaming.
NO!
But outside, he was taking.
