This story continues "Plowed: Part II."
Disclaimer: The story depicts scenes of reluctance and at times non-consensual sexual contact. All characters and places in this story are fictional. Any similarity herein to real persons or places is entirely coincidental.
Brad rolled his eyes and muffled the second squeal scampering up his throat. He couldn't be cumming--his penis was soft! Dammit!--but the telltale hums, zings, and tingles didn't lie. His mind raged.
He hasn't touched--no rubbing--my cock--can't--
As Brad wrestled with pleasure, Jayden nursed his baby's perky pink nubs with a satisfied grin. He twirled his tongue; he nibbled; he chewed; he dug his fuzzy chin deep.
Brad's mouth hung open, creaking with the squeals and moans he desperately muffled.
Stop fucking wiggling!
His penis didn't listen. Soft and sensitive, it continued to shiver and twitch in his coveralls as sparks sizzled up and down his skin, nipple to dick and back again.
His throat creaked: "... uuuuuhhh! Uh-uh-uhhhh...."
Jayden reared up and dug his chin into Brad's chest, his coarse beard snarling against the furry chest hair and roughing up Brad's pecs. Brad squirmed; his nuts yanked up tight into his groin; suddenly, his quivering penis jerked sharply and spit out a drop of precum.
"OH!" He started to squeal and caught it in time, but his mind wanted to holler. He needed a verbal lasso to hang on to something, anything for help. Finally--"JAYDEN!"
Jayden chuckled into Brad's chest. "Aw, baby, yeah!"
Brad felt ashamed, hearing himself cry out the black man's name, and yet he was amazed at the same time. His penis was alive with pleasure, as if pounding a pussy or his own right hand, but he wasn't near hard, and the orgasm wasn't slowing. It was mounting, buzzing and sparking, and--
wait--it can't--my ass--
Brad snorted, kicked the air, and rolled his eyes. His thighs blazed--
oh god WHY?--
his butt cheeks burned--
FUCK! H-help--!--
and a sharp heat tickled and circled around his asshole. He clenched it hard.
"HOW?" He almost whispered in awe.
Jayden let go of Brad's nipple with one more gentle bite.
"Baby," he muttered simply, and sucked in the other nipple.
Brad now sat shirtless in a county plow, moaning, writhing, and randomly kicking the air, his flaccid penis quivering and leaking, his asshole tingling and clenching, while a black man sucked his nipples like tit. His mind hyperventilated its thoughts.
Just a rub--a r-rub--just--that--and Jessie--OH! OH GOD WHY?--doesn't know, just a on-the-road sorta thing. Means nuhhhhhhh-uh-uh-OH! OH FUCK...
Jayden let the second nipple pop out of his fat lips with a loud smack. He rolled back onto his haunches and knelt between Brad's legs, leaning back to get a good look at his white boy. "Aw. Lookit you."
Brad whimpered and stared back. His legs were trembling as much as his hands, and he squirmed in his seat. "My ass," he blurted.
Like fire!
Jayden stifled a smirk. "Nah, baby, I don't need to see it yet. I'm loving them pretty tittties! Lookit them sweety-pinky-pointy-pies!"
Brad looked down at his nipples, hard and shiny with spit, and whimpered again.
Was this happening?
He was a man. He was a father, a husband, a bro, a bud--
was this happening?
Brad watched, almost pouting, as Jayden started to fondle his hairy pecs again, squeezing the muscle before delicately pinching, then tugging, tweaking, and massaging the nipples he'd made painfully sensitive with his nibbling and nursing. Brad's whole body shivered with tingling pleasure; he writhed and squirmed and wiggled like his penis until he couldn't keep a gasping giggle in his throat.
"Oh, heh! J-Jayden! C-c'mon, huh--heh!" he heard himself coo.
"Mmmm." Jayden mirrored Brad's wide grin. "I love you, too, baby."
Brad's face blanched. "N-no, I--"
"Yeah, baby. Love you 'n' love them tits." Jayden leaned in and latched back onto Brad's neck, sucking hard while pinching both pink nubs between thumb and fingernail.
Brad mixed a whimper with a huff, his gut revolting against the words "love" and "baby" and "tits," and yet the buzz wracking his body crumbled his will and replaced it with instinct. He wrapped his arms around Jayden's head and grappled down to his shoulders. He curled his toes and clenched his ass; he felt Jayden's hands sliding down his torso and start pulling at the coveralls scrunched at his waist.
Brad crooned doubtfully.
Jayden tugged harder at the coveralls, still sucking Brad's neck. "'Mon, babe," he muttered.
"Oh, f-f-f-fuuck." Brad gingerly raised his hips.