Page 103 of Carnival Mayhem

“That’s my good boy.” Colt’s voice is rough with arousal as he yanks down my shorts and then rips a hole in my leotard. “You look fucking perfect like that.”

My cock throbs as I wait, my entire body on edge.

“Flora, come help me get him relaxed while I prep his ass.” Colt’s voice cuts through the charged silence. “If we’re gonna do this, he must be lubed up before the chase.”

Her soft footsteps pad closer, and she drops onto her knees beside me, rubbing my dick which is straining against my leotard. “Relax, baby. Just let go for us.”

I inhale sharply through my nose. My heart pounds as Colt steps behind me, his strong hands caressing my hips. Without warning, he spreads my cheeks and presses the tip of a cold, lubed dildo against my hole.

My eyes squeeze shut at the slight burn, even though I’ve gotten used to getting my ass stretched. “Fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth.

“Shh, just breathe through it,” Flora coos, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging slightly. Her lips press against the sensitive skin of my neck, her free hand rubbing my cock.

Colt’s thick finger circles my rim, adding more lube as he slowly pushes the toy inside me. “That’s it, bear down and let itslip inside you,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning the nape of my neck.

“Yes, sir,” I breathe.

“That’s our good boy,” Flora praises, her lips ghosting the shell of my ear, her touch teasing. Damn, she knows exactly how to play this game.

Colt thrusts the dildo all the way inside, adding more lube to get me ready and stretched. “Christ,” I pant, the pleasure overwhelming. “Feels so good.”

The dildo presses deeper, and I cry out, my elbows collapsing as I let my forehead rest on the mat. Colt’s fingers grip my hips, holding me in place as he moves the toy in and out. “You like that dildo in your tight ass, baby?”

“Yes,” I manage, my voice hoarse with need. “More, please.”

The pressure on my prostate sends sparks of pleasure through me, and I moan, my whole body trembling. My precum leaks through my leotard and onto Flora’s hand.

Colt pulls the dildo out, and the sudden emptiness has me gritting my teeth. My entire body tingles with need, and the cool air on my exposed skin sends goosebumps across my flesh.

“You ready, baby?” Colt asks, his eyes dark with desire. “This is your fantasy, so you set the rules. Bubblegum work as your safe word, same as Flora?”

I nod, my voice a hoarse whisper. “Bubblegum. And I’m ready.”

Colt pulls my shorts back into place to hide the hole in my leotard for the chase.

“All right, then run.” Colt’s voice is rough. “Run for your fucking life,” he growls as he slides his mask over his face.

My pulse pounds in my ears as I get to my feet and tear out of the tent. As I sprint toward the forest, I hear Colt and Flora start the countdown. “Ten... nine... eight...”

I push harder, feeling the burn in my thighs and the cold wind against my sweaty skin. Their distant voices echo through the carnival, counting down.

My footsteps eat up the ground, weaving through the carnival grounds. I quicken my pace, wanting to put some distance between us.

The adrenaline surges through my veins, spurring me on. I take a sharp left, veering off the path to cut through the supply tents. My heart races as I catch glimpses of Colt through the trees, his fast stride never wavering. His boots pound the ground, drawing relentlessly closer.

“Where are you, pretty boy?” His voice is rough. “Don’t you wanna feel my cock inside you?”

My traitorous cock twitches in response to his words, making it difficult to focus on running. Even so, I move my limbs faster, the muscles in my thighs burning. Part of me wants to give in, to let him catch me, but another part wants to run forever, chasing this high.

His shouts grow louder, and I take another sharp turn, cutting between two huge tree trunks.

“You can’t hide from me,” Colt taunts, his voice frighteningly close now. “I’ll find you, and when I do, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

His words drive me crazy, making me moan despite myself. I’m torn between wanting to escape and desperately wishing he’d catch me, take me, claim me.

I reach the main path again, but my legs feel like lead. Colt’s footsteps echo behind me. Suddenly, his hand shoots out, wrapping around my bicep, and he pulls me to a halt.

Spinning me around, he slams me against a tree. The rough surface bites into my skin.

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