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When Eva pulled out the metal collar and chain, Snake had to wonder what he was getting himself into. The fact she apparently kept it in one of the bags on her motorcycle raised a lot more questions about her than Snake had ever thought of, which was saying a lot. Eva had warmed him up a little before as she usually did – making out and groping him intermittently, always for a few seconds at a time, when she’d separated to reveal… this. Although Snake didn’t consider himself particularly adventurous when it came to things like this, he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge either – he knew he was more of a blank slate when it came to sexuality. He didn’t have a strong desire for anything in particular beyond base needs to touch, taste and fuck, so he noted, with a certain curiosity, the way his dick instantly started to fill out even further at the sight of the object in her hands.
They’d done things like this before, always at the request of Eva – strange sex that almost felt only tangentially related to the kind of sex Snake was familiar with, but he’d always ended up enjoying it. Eva just didn’t seem interested in doing things normally. Memories flashed in his mind – Eva making him jerk off while she watched, sitting out of arms reach, Eva pressing her boot to his crotch and making him grind against it, Eva sitting on his face and then calling him pathetic for getting off on it. He never really knew how she was going to make them do it every time they did, but despite his lack of understanding he always found he wanted more. Quietly, he was glad to let her run things like this – he never had much success in the way of feelings or complex emotional relationships and felt this lack of control created a boundary that worked for him.
So he remained kneeling patiently on the ground, only wearing his pants and boots, while she tightened the collar around his neck, her movements practised and smooth – the metal was thin enough he probably could have bent it in his hands if he pressed hard enough, but around his neck it felt solid and tight. When he swallowed he felt his Adam’s apple rub up against it, not entirely unpleasantly.
She kissed him, fingers tangling in his hair, tongue pushing deep into his mouth, slick. She angled his head as she liked; he found it somewhat cute that no matter what, she always seemed to enjoy kissing him in a way that was distinctly normal, compared to everything else. She pressed smaller kisses over his face then pulled back entirely. She hummed, “I think I like you like this.”
He grunted. “I’d hope so.”
“Oh come on,” she laughed, “Don’t be so serious. It’s a good look on you.”
Standing next to her bike, she pointed at the space in front of it, and he walked over on his knees, sitting back on his heels in front of it. He eyed the frame somewhat warily, unsure of her intentions. She then sat on the bike, too far away from him to touch her if he wanted to, but she’d given him enough slack on the chain that he could sit comfortably.
“What do you think of my bike, Snake?”
“… It’s a fine machine.”
“How much do you like it?”
“What are you getting at?”
“Always so suspicious,” she smiled. “I want you to use it to get off.”
“I…” His mouth hung open on the word a little, jaw clicking as he considered it.
“Go on,” she taunted, tongue between her teeth as she smiled down at him, eyebrows raised. The little tug on the collar didn’t help, chain rattling as it knocked against the handlebars.
Clearing his throat, Snake decided he’d go ahead with it and widened his knees, bringing his crotch closer to the tyre that was in front of him. Ignoring the burning in his cheeks, he pressed himself against the rough rubber of the tyre, eyes rolling up as he couldn’t stop his hips from instantly bucking further forward at the contact, pressing his cock directly into the tread.
He’d underestimated how excited he was, forcing himself to breathe out slowly and evenly in order to focus. He settled for a moment against the wheel, giving himself some time to think, her gaze heavy on his figure, then tilted his hips upwards to rub the full length of his dick against the tread, and back down again. Snake’s body bowed forwards over the wheel suddenly, shoulders hunching, hands steadied against the ground either side of it, and he had to pause again. Huh. It really felt a lot better than he would have thought. Eva hummed quietly, urging him on. He hesitantly started a slow pace, rubbing against the fabric of his pants and the tyre.
The intensity of the sensations caught him a little off guard – the tread on the tyre was wide, catching against his cockhead as he slid against it, the fabric of his pants (maybe this is why he should wear underwear more often) a little chafing against his skin, sticking against his cock as it leaked and sweat. The roughness was almost painful but his desire, thick and animalistic, was steadily blending it into pleasure as he continued grinding against the bike.
As he rubbed against the tyre, he found himself shuffling forwards slightly, closing the gap just that little bit extra. Snake’s movements could be shorter and faster now, hips tilting to angle so he could focus the pressure onto his frenulum, goosebumps rising on his skin as he did so. He felt sweat begin to gather on his face, his chest and his back, growing hotter from the movement and from feeling Eva watch him. Pleasure was rolling over him in consistent little waves as he chased the feeling – although he had a very captive audience he wasn’t really concerned with how he looked, just with bringing himself closer and closer to the edge. Despite this though, he was somewhat aware this position was making his ass stick out a little, his back forced into an arch as he couldn’t hunch over anymore, the front fork preventing him from bending too far.
There was a jerk on his collar again, and he looked up to Eva, something tugging deep in his gut at the look on her face, eyelids heavy as she watched his hips stutter against the tyre. Her mouth was parted as she watched him, tongue peaking out. Her skin was slightly flushed, like she was getting off just watching him.
“Feel good, Snake?”
He grunted his affirmation, nodding as his eyes slid shut again. His pleasure was mounting, building in steady waves, slowly replacing the rational, more logical parts of his brain with just blinding white noise. He shivered when he felt Eva’s hand reach down to caress his cheek.
Then her hand disappeared and Snake pressed harder against the tyre until suddenly it felt like it was pressing back against him and his eyes flew open as he watched a grinning Eva, chain wrapped around her fist as she gripped the handlebars, and slowly walked the bike closer to him.
“Hey!” He fell onto his ass in an attempt to get a little room, but the taught leash prevented him from moving back any further as she rolled the tyre right up to his crotch, all that weight now starting to rest on his cock.
He groaned at the sensation, teeth gritted against the pain, eyelids fluttering, goosebumps rising on his skin. Eva laughed quietly at the sight, nudging one boot against Snake’s own where they sat splayed out wide in his hasty attempt to move back. He swore he heard her murmur under her breath, “Cute.”
She stopped just short of actually rolling the bike onto him, but now there was so much, too much pressure on his cock, and he was shuddering against it. One hand held him up, while the other gripped the wheel, fingers slipping between the spokes, in order to thrust up against it – or at least as much as he could with his hips practically pinned to the ground. It was painful to the point of Snake needing to concentrate to keep the pleasure still within reach, but once he had it his mind lost itself to the tide as he allowed it to take him away.
Eva gave him a little more slack on the leash and Snake’s head tilted back, jaw hanging open as he felt his dick throb against the tyre, balls drawing tight as he rubbed harder, faster. He tucked his head against his shoulder, unable to muffle the little “mmh’s” that were escaping with every breath. His cock was pushing uncomfortably against his thigh and the tyre tread, but it was so, so right, he just needed a little more, and-
The leash yanked him forwards, hard and he was panting, bent back over the wheel, his neck forced to crane upwards at an awkward angle to look at her directly. “ Having fun?”
She tilted her head as she looked down at him, eyes glittering in the light. Snake nodded , unable to really speak, feeling like he’s run a marathon, so close to cumming he couldn’t really focus on anything that wasn’t related to her. He almost saw spots in his vision as he’s brought back down, just a little, into the real world.
H er fingers dance under his chin, scratching lightly in the stubble. “I think you’ve been pretty good today. Wanna fuck my hole?”
The way she says it, so suddenly, it takes his brain a second to catch up, but he was nodding before he realised what he was agreeing too anyway, chain rattling with the force of it.
“I- yeah,” his voice comes out rough, his throat still tense from hovering close to the edge, not having spoken for what feels like hours. Although he really would like to fuck her, feel her body wet and tight around him, given their history he finds it hard to believe that’s actually what she meant. But he always ended up liking what she did to him, so he let it continue. She tugged the chain, rolling the bike back a step to let him slide out from under its weight.
When he stood he found he struggled to reach his full height, hunched in on himself. Not in an effort to hide his insistent erection, or out of any shame, just as a result of the waves of pure desire rolling over him. He was becoming more animal than man.
R emaining seated on the bike, she moved her arm back to lead him to stand behind her, then pushed on his shoulder to drop him to his knees. She gestured and he opened his belt, sliding it from the loops and dropping it beside himself, then reaching into his pants to take his cock out. Finally, free from it’s confines within his pants, it twitched against the cool breeze brushing against it. He gripped it firmly by the base but held out against the need to stroke his fist over it, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind she wouldn’t appreciate that.
Eva hummed from where she sat up on the bike, leaning one elbow against the fuel tank so she could half turn to look at him, kneeling in the dirt. “Look at you, you need it bad, don’t you?”
He watched as she slid the hand still wrapped around the chain beneath the open v of her jumpsuit, watched the slow circles she rubbed over herself beneath the fabric. Her movements inadvertently tugged him just that little bit closer to her. Breathing hard he nodded, pupils dilated. He folded both hands behind his back, waiting.
“Well, I guess I won’t deny you any longer then. I want you to fuck it until you cum,” she said, and sat up, her body now turned to face him. With one leg crossed over the other, she spat on her hand and reached down and wrapped her it around his cock, then, to his shock, guided it towards the nearest hole – the muffler on her motorcycle.
He groaned as she pulled the chain, forcing him to slide his cock forwards against the cool metal (thankfully not burning hot, given the engine’s been off for hours), hardly getting any friction against the smooth surface. The size of the opening meant that only the underside of his cock was getting any sensation, but he didn’t care enough to stop himself or attempt pulling away. There was a part of him that was quietly aware of how depraved this act was, certainly not something he’d ever have dreamt up himself. Being made into a being so purely focussed on pleasure, that he’d fuck whatever was in front of him? It had his dick twitching inside the metallic chamber to be reduced to this, a simple animal needing to get his fill.
Just like she wanted, he shuddered as pulled back out, the n fucked forwards again, hips snapping sharply against the muffler. This act felt stranger than the previous one, but he had less of the hesitation from before, needin g to take any and all types of sensations she’d throw his way. He spread his knees wider, trying to get more of his cock into the hole , but the angle made it impossible.
S nake couldn’t stop the way his breath came heavily and unsteadily, loud through his nostrils as he fucked her bike . He glanced up at Eva again to see her watching every moment and his face burned a little again, throat tightening.
“Very good,” she encouraged, reaching towards him with two fingers outstretched. They pressed against his lips, and he invited them in, tongue sliding forwards and between them as she pushed them into his mouth. Snake couldn’t stop the noises as easily then – he wasn’t someone who made a lot of noise regardless, but the small grunts, the stuttering, harsh breaths were all the more obvious as she kept his jaw open, rubbing the pads of her fingers over his tongue.
H e was losing himself to the sensations again, hips rolling mindlessly, as he held her gaze. His was cock leaking so heavily it frustratingly eased the way even further. The tyre had been all rough and hard edges, oversensitive but still more than this, which was just slick against slick, nothing to catch on or cause a little pain.
E va pushed a little harder on his tongue, forcing his mouth open further. She continued to slide her fingers back and forth over his tongue, but the position now meant he drooled freely over his jaw, dripping down onto his chest. “You know, you really do look like a dog like this.”
He breathed out sharply, arms flexing as he adjusted his grip on his own fist, hands still held tight behind his back. He glanced down at her bo ot which bobbed in front of him as she tapped her foot in the air to some unknown rhythm. She was so completely at ease like this, like they were playing a game they’d played a thousand times before. Although Snake wasn’t exactly uneasy about this whole predicament, he still felt like he was on the back foot.
E ventually, Eva lifted her hand from his mouth and slipped it into her jumpsuit, his eyes watching every small movement as she touched herself in front of him. He ached to taste her again, having only gotten the chance once, wanted to feel her pleasure explode on his tongue. She tugged on the leash again and he was pulled closer to her, although the angle forced him down, closer to her knee than to where he really wanted.
Forced to look up at her like this, her figure imposing over him, his cock pulsed inside the muffler. The pain in his neck made him drop his head, hanging heavy between his shoulders as he brought himself closer and closer. Despite her masturbation, Eva seemed relatively unaffected, especially compared to Snake, movements lazy and unhurried.
S nake felt his balls drawing up tight under him again as his mind raced ahead to what that could mean – forcing him to stop right before cumming? Making him get her off after he was already spent? Just making him watch?
H is head dropped further as his whole body tightened up in arousal, his forehead resting against her shin, rubbing the sweat into the fabric. He watched as a droplet ran down his nose and landed right onto her boot. Before he could really register what he was doing, he bent down and pressed his open mouth to the same spot, tongue licking up the droplet.
“Oh!” Eva gasped quietly, Snake just as surprised as she was at his action. But with his tongue tasting the leather, he found he couldn’t stop now he’d started, placing small, wet kisses over the shoe. She huffed in amusement; he was too mindless to have any real finesse, mostly using her boot to rest his head against, lips and tongue pressing against the same spots over and over.
H e groaned as he felt her hand rest on the back of his head, pushing him further into her boot, rubbing his nose in it. Like that, with his cock jumping inside the muffler, his groans loud in the quiet of the jungle, Eva’s gaze on him, Snake came. His whole body shuddered, all his muscles loosening suddenly after being taught for so long, cum pumping thick and heavy onto the metal.
He hardly made any noise, but he was breathing hard, absorbing the smell of her boot polish and his own sweat. The hand on the back of his head lightened it’s pressure, stroking his hair instead. “ Good, Snake, very good.”
A fter a few moments, when he was sure his body was back under his control again, he slowly leant back, eyes struggling to stay open as he looked at her for his next instructions.