Wolf Mountain {Darkest Nightmare & Vertigis}

"Come on ladies, don't keep us waiting... sun's a setting!" yelled Logan Andrews, easily slinging a heavily laden backpack over his broad shoulders. It was stuffed to overflowing and even had a tent and sleeping bag were strapped to the outside. The pack would have looked absurd on a shorter man, but Logan's 6'2" and muscled frame carried it well. He looked very much the outdoorsman that he had claimed to the girls he was, with a couple days worth of stubble on his face and wearing a flannel shirt, unbuttoned half-way, a pair of faded jeans with a studded leather belt, and a worn pair of hiking boots. He had pulled his neck length, dark brown hair under a black knit cap and his piercing, blue eyes were mischievous as he scanned the empty parking lot and finally settled on his camping companions. "We got a good hour hike in to the campground, plenty of time for kissing then Ethan! What the fuck is the matter, your pack too heavy? Trying to make her carry your shit? I hope you didn't pack your facial cream!"

His younger brother, Ethan, scowled at Logan. He of course hadn't been kissing his date for this weekend trip, instead just standing close to her while trying to adjust and lighten her pack. Despite the brothers carrying most of the load, the two girls they had brought had clearly overpacked, likely due to the risk of weather. It was an early Fall afternoon and still surprisingly warm, but up here in the hills the temperature could drop quickly at night. While he could have gotten away with shorts, Ethan was also wearing a pair of jeans, but his were dark and slim fit, more urban than his brother's country style. He matched them with a faded t-shirt and new, low-cut hiking shoes. The difference in their clothes reinforced how different the two brothers were, although anyone could see the family resemblance in their features. Most noticeably, Ethan was a couple inches smaller, and while very toned, was not nearly as brawny as his big brother. While he had the same dark brown hair, Ethan wore his at medium length and the slightly curly locks tended to flare up into an unruly halo around his head. His face was also more fine boned than Logan's more rugged, masculine one, with distinct cheekbones and deeper eye sockets that made his blue eyes seem a little more thoughtful, even sultry. Bedroom eyes, girls had called them, although Ethan wasn't quite the Ladies' man his more aggressive older brother was. And that was where their personalities diverged, the most glaring difference between the two. Logan was loud, confident and impatient, while Ethan tended to be more reserved and sensitive, at least until he got pushed too far. And that last comment had pushed him too far.

"Fuck off Logan," growled Ethan back at his older brother, smarting at the facial cream jibe. It cut close to the bone as Ethan did also tend to have better grooming than his brother, including owning a number of skin care products that Logan was relentless about mocking him for. "We got hours left still, plenty of time to hike in and set up camp."

"Well, as long as you don't have to stop to put moisturizer on every five minutes," replied Logan as he locked his Jeep. The four of them had all driven together to the overnight parking lot in the State Park and been a little surprised to find it empty. With summer over, campers were few and far between. Plus, this particular park was in the middle of nowhere, a long drive from any town, and off the radar of casual backpackers. With another glance at the empty parking lot, Logan shrugged and placed the set of keys on one of tires to hide instead of carrying with him. "I'm leaving the keys here, there's no one around to steal it."

The tall man rubbed his scruffy beard and studied the three other people that finally appeared ready to leave. This whole trip had been a spur of the moment invite, spurred by a rare coincidence that both Ethan and himself had new girlfriends at the same time. The two brothers both loved the outdoors, having grown up camping, hunting, and fishing, and taking these two lovely ladies up to an old stomping ground had seemed like a great way to introduce them to the other. Plus, who didn't like camping, particularly with another warm body to share your sleeping bag with? There was no sex better than the kind that steamed up a tent and Logan was looking forward to two days and nights of play with his new girlfriend. He just hoped she could handle his undivided attention, as she had only a small idea of just how horny he could be. And he hoped she didn't mind two other people nearby that would undoubtedly hear, if not even see, some of the action. Logan carried just one six person tent with a divider down the middle, not exactly the most discreet set-up for the horny foursome. He definitely didn't mind, hearing another girl getting fucked a couple feet away just made it more fun!

One last sniff of the air and then he grinned at the others.

"Ahh, smell that air. So fresh, no civilization around us at all. Just two horny couples in the woods. Are we ready finally? Then let's go bitches!"

Holly Porter shifted her pack onto her slim shoulder, rolling her dark brown eyes as Logan mercilessly teased his younger brother Ethan. It seemed like she’d been listening to similar jabs throughout the whole drive up here. She knew it was all in fun though. She’d seen them together enough times to know they were quite close. Still she was hoping he’d give it a rest once they finally got out onto the trails in earnest. It was obvious to her that Ethan was already nervous enough with his new girlfriend along for the trip. She couldn’t really blame him for that either. Holly hadn’t known Tara Cole for very long, in fact they’d just met literally the day before the trip was settled, but she felt she knew the type well enough and that was not the type who was likely to enjoy camping for camping‘s sake. The svelte brunette was too fussy, too looks conscious, too, well, girly, for lack of a better word, to like anything that involved sweating and getting her hands dirty.

Holly on the other hand had always enjoyed the outdoors. She still remembered staying at her grandparents farm when she was a girl, and camping out in a tent with her older brothers under the starlight. It had been years since she’d done anything like that but even now she still liked nature walks and hiking when her schedule allowed for it. Taking a long deep breath of the crisp forest air into her lungs, the petit blonde smiled to herself, finding she really was anticipating the next few days. It would be great to just get away from things for a change. And of course there was also Logan. This was their first real chance to be alone, or kind of alone, together for extended period in almost a month. Despite the ribbing he‘d just given his brother, she was into him, probably too into him Holly knew, a recipe for future heartbreak. His brash confident attitude excited her when they were together though. He was never dull, and she needed someone who could challenge her a little that way.

Plus he was hot. There was also that.

“C’mon, before he leaves us behind,” she said, glancing back at Ethan and his girl with a small smile. Sometimes she privately wondered though if she wasn’t with the wrong brother. Maybe her long string of unhappy romances had to do with always going for the same type, the wrong type. Logan might be fun but Ethan seemed like a genuinely nice caring guy. She almost felt sorry for him that he was stuck with Tara. That maybe wasn’t fair as she’d really only just met her, but Holly had the feeling the girl would have him wrapped right around her little finger. She had those sultry looks and that cute little vulnerable tone of voice that seemed to make clueless guys fall all over themselves to cater to the whims of manipulative women like her. It just made Holly want to stick her tongue out and gag.

Plus she’d brought enough bug repellent and hand sanitizer along to supply the entire county. Tara was already complaining about her pack’s weight as soon as they were out of the car, which saw Ethan fixing the straps, as if he wasn’t already carrying enough of her things. Holly had admittedly over packed as well but that for a good a reason. She knew it could get cold up here near the mountains and didn’t want to be caught without a blanket and a warm pair of slacks when the sun went down. As it was she was currently dressed in just a pair of khaki shorts and a tight green strappy tank top that emphasized her shapely bust. Okay, so maybe not the most practical of hiking clothes, but she was here with her boyfriend. She might not be as bad as Tara in her cut-off denim short shorts and mid-riff exposing top, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t hoping to catch his attention. Camping out was only part of the fun they had planned for this trip. Maybe even just a very small part.

“You know, when we come back here and find out a raccoon has driven off with your Jeep, you’re going to feel awfully stupid,” Holly said with a grin, running a hand along Logan’s thigh as she caught up with him, feeling the tight muscles beneath his jeans. “How far off is this site, anyways?” Not too far she was hoping. As much as she’d enjoy a good long strenuous hike most times, she didn’t want them to wear themselves before they even made camp. She wanted him at full strength, so to speak, and wasn’t ashamed to admit that to herself.

This was going to be her vacation too after all.

"Way too long, sexy," replied Logan, smiling at Holly's touch on his thigh. Ethan and Tara were trailing behind, too far to hear much of anything, and he leaned close and placed a hand on one of Holly's firm ass cheeks, squeezing it lightly. His blue eyes were twinkling and he pointedly let them drop to her bust. With the straps of the backpack squeezing them tight together, her breasts appeared even larger and created a delightful valley of cleavage for his eyes to fall into. "And I wish my baby brother and his new prissy girlfriend weren't in the car, or else I could have given you something to suck on for the ride to keep you from being bored."

Logan's tone was joking as he talked about Ethan and Tara, the words coming out not nearly as mean as they might sound. Holly by now knew he loved his little brother and had high standards for him. He'd already shared that he always felt Ethan dated the wrong type of girl, ones that sensed Ethan's relatively kind personality and wound up taking advantage. Logan had spent most of their lives trying to toughen up his more sensitive little brother, but it seemed like nothing had helped when it came to his choice in women. That girl Tara needed a good fucking to show her who was the man in the relationship, and Logan had been shocked to find out that Ethan had yet to do it. Hell, he'd do it for his little brother if need be! That's what big brothers were for, right? At least Holly respected a real man, one unafraid to tell a woman that he wanted to fuck the shit out of her. Their relationship had been short, but had burned hotly in the last month sparked by undeniable mutual sex appeal. Holly had just enough sass to keep Logan partly in check, and a healthy level of sex drive. They had both been frustrated by a summer packed with commitments that had kept their time together woefully short. This weekend was going to be a nice way to vent some pent-up desire.

"I hope Tara realizes we only have one tent, cause you know I'm not quiet. Or shy," continued Logan with a glance back at the other couple. He'd already shown he was unafraid to initiate sex whenever and wherever they were, whether a restroom in a nice restaurant or in his car in her driveway. When he was horny, he was virtually undeniable. And already, the itch was growing as he eyed Holly and gave her ass another squeeze. Damn, he just had to reign it in until he set up camp and maybe dragged her off into the woods to 'gather firewood'. He quickened his pace and reluctantly lifted his hand off Holly's rear to shout back at his brother. "Come on lovebirds, time enough for holding hands after we set-up the camp!"

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"Yeah, yeah, whatever, we'll see who gets there first," replied Ethan, quickening his pace and urging Tara to speed up with a nod of his head.

The classic younger brother, Ethan still felt compelled to try and beat Logan at almost any activity they did. He'd gotten used to the fact that Logan was bigger, stronger and louder, so he prided himself on finding other ways to compete, such as his choice of women. Tara was exactly the kind of girl Ethan liked, feminine, slender, and with a sultry face. Not some big titted sex machine that could out drink most men, like Logan preferred, but a woman that he could pamper, treat like a lady, and always looked polished. The exact kind of girl that Logan couldn't get, or if he did it would be for a one night alcohol fueled fuck. Tara couldn't find his vulgar brother attractive, right? Ethan didn't think so, but he'd caught her glance at Logan a couple times in a way that made him pause. Fuck it, it didn't matter, Logan had Holly. The key thing was getting to finally fuck this smoking hot brunette that got looks from every guy in the vicinity whenever he'd taken her out for a date. Sure, they'd had a lot of fun so far, but she'd been a little prude and maybe worried about her reputation. Ethan didn't mind, he didn't want to fuck some loose slut, unlike Logan who seemed to prefer it. Good things came to those who waited, and this weekend would be his reward. He treated her acceptance of the invite as a formal declaration that they would finally fuck, if he could find a private spot for them to sneak off to. Ethan gave a little smile to Tara, flashing his blue eyes at her and shaking his head. "He's not all that bad, just loud. Very fucking loud."

That thought, plus his mind dwelling on sex, made Ethan realize that he hadn't told Tara about Logan's decision to bring just one tent. He knew that Tara, despite her enthusiasm, wasn't an experienced camper. Nor did she seem to particularly love the outdoors, although her hiking outfit was fun to look at. She might be a little put off at sharing the tent with the other couple, especially his loud and horny brother.

"Oh and shit, I forgot to tell you but we are just packing in one tent, a big one, that we have to share. The extra one was broken. Don't worry, we can find some place to hang out, alone."

A little grin came to Ethan's face at the last words, knowing she'd understand exactly what he meant.

“Maaaaybe. We’ll see,” Tara had replied coyly when Ethan hinted at finding someplace secluded to hangout later, flashing that cute little grin she rather liked. She knew what he meant. Of course she knew what he meant. He’d been trying to push her towards finally giving it up to him for weeks now, without ever actually saying it out loud. Ethan was just too polite for that. She was pretty sure he was going to get what he was wanting this weekend but that didn’t mean she was just going to hand it over to him on a silver platter, without any work on his part.

It wasn’t that she didn’t find him attractive. Ethan had maybe the most gorgeous set of eyes of any man she’d ever dated. He was at least a hard eight, maybe a nine, probably a full ten if you were just counting looks. But of course there was always more to it than looks. He was also the sensitive type which Tara didn’t mind so much normally, although seeing his older brother walk all over him annoyed her more than a little. Where Holly saw a playful kind of sibling love, Tara just saw rivalry, one in which her man seemed to be getting the worst of it. A situation she might have to do something about if things continued this way. Besides, she was curious to see what lengths Ethan was willing to go to during this trip to make her happy. It was an important test for their relationship. If she told him to stand up to his brother would he? If it was a choice between the two of them, who would he pick?

That was partly why she’d made him wait so long. You had to reel them in slowly. Never give them everything they wanted all at once. She’d read that in countless magazines and had found it was basically true. Keep them wanting, keep them guessing, or otherwise they take you for granted. If Ethan had been a little more aggressive like his big brother he might have already gotten what he decided, but as hot as she found Logan’s confidence -- and she did, he was probably a great fuck -- that wasn’t what she was looking for in a relationship. Guys like that were too much work. It was a constant battle of wills. Ethan was much more her speed, much easier to imagine handling in a long term relationship.

“With all this walking I might just want to call it an early night. I didn’t know the camp site was going to be so far away. Don‘t they have ones you can just drive into or something?” Tara sounded perfectly serious. She was serious actually. As they worked their way along the trails she was already feeling the burn in her calves. Her idea of exercise was a little yoga or tummy firming calisthenics not a cross country hike through the buggy wilderness. The part about calling it a night early was mostly a tease though, humor that was likely to escape Ethan. But he needed to be punished a little for not bringing a second tent, she felt. Tara did not at all like the idea of sharing with Logan and Holly. She wasn’t the type to complain directly about such things though. She preferred a more roundabout manner.

“God, why are they going so fast? It’s not a race you two!” she called out, brushing a strand of rich brown hair from her face and tucking it behind her ears. “He’s not going to be like this the whole trip is he? I thought the entire idea of a vacation was to relax?”

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“Oh, you would have would you? And how long would that have taken, I wonder?” Holly answered with a mischievous gleam in her light brown eyes as Logan joked about what he would have liked to have given her on the ride up. “Ten seconds? Fifteen maybe?” She made sure she was just out of the range of his hands before making that crack though, jogging a little further up the old trail, feeling good. Excited even. Logan was in the best spirits she’d seen him all month and that was more than a little infectious. She didn’t mind the crude talk either. She’d grown up with several older brothers and was used to hearing such things. She also appreciated that he didn’t just talk the talk. Sexually, Logan had pushed her further than any of her previous boyfriends, getting her to do things she never would have normally, in places that still surprised and shocked her when she thought about it.

Clambering nimbly onto a large cluster of rocks, Holly shaded her eyes and glanced up at the thick canopy of trees. The daylight was starting to dwindle and the sky had taken on a rosy cast as the sun began to fade for the evening. They really did need to pick up the pace if they were going to make camp and setup the fire before nightfall. Outside a few sips of lukewarm water and half an energy bar, she hadn’t eaten anything in hours now and was starting to feel that too. On the other hand she liked the faint burn she was experiencing from the long hike, the way she was sweating and her heart was pumping. It felt good. It made her feel alive. This was going to be a fun trip…

…if Tara and Logan’s little brother didn’t mess it up, at least. They were lagging so far behind now that she couldn’t even hear their voices anymore as they chatted quietly with each other. Not that she needed to hear them to guess what they were saying. Little Miss Priss was probably complaining again, about the rocky trails, about the rapidly dropping temperature, about how long it was taking to arrive, about the lack of clean bathrooms and decent catering. Okay, so she hadn’t actually complained about the last two but Holly wouldn’t put it past her either. All the while Ethan probably giving her lovesick puppy dog eyes too. She wondered if the girl would throw him a bone this weekend or just keep stringing him along forever. Either way, sharing a tent with them was bound to be fun, she thought dryly.

By now Logan had caught up and she let him give her a hand back down. “We could always just leave the pair behind, and pick them up on the way back if the wolves don't eat them first,” she said with a grin, running her hands over his broad chest before pushing off of him, starting back down the trail again. “Okay, okay. It was just a thought!”

Logan found the hike much more enjoyable than he had expected. Holly had a delightful way of teasing him just enough to get him going and Logan was, of course, unafraid to give it back. Their increasingly sexual banter made the miles fly. To Ethan and Tara, it probably looked like the obviously smitten couple was playing a game of 'grab ass' on the fire road ahead of them, with Holly dancing away from the swats of Logan's meaty palms before the larger man eventually caught her, pulling her close to whisper something in her ear that made her giggle, his hands inevitably finding some body part to not so discreetly grope.

"You are lucky I invited them as you'll need a break from my cock. Maybe I should have just kept you in my house all weekend instead, tied up to my bed so I could fuck you non-stop. Perhaps even with a gag in your mouth to stop your sassy tongue from wagging," Logan whispered in her ear after their latest exchange, in which Holly had hinted that he'd invited his brother only because Logan didn't have the sexual stamina to survive a weekend with just the two of them alone. The brawny man held Holly tight in his powerful arms, one hand squeezing her ass as he pulled her closer, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. As he whispered, the other hand teasingly slid under the bottom of her shirt, threatening to slide either up, or down. He gave her a playful nip on her earlobe and leaned back to grin at her, blue eyes twinkling like they had all hike. "And if you aren't careful, I may have to drag you off into the woods right now by your hair, cave man style."

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"That's a great idea Logan, why don't you two just duck behind those trees, I'm sure you won't take long!" joked Ethan as he and Tara passed the smiling couple. Logan's last words were just loud enough for them to hear, unfortunately. Enduring thirty minutes of Logan threatening to practically mount and fuck Holly on the trail in front of them had only put Ethan in a bad mood that he struggled to hide. Of course, he and Tara had both made fun of his brother, the duo's antics providing endless entertainment, but it made Ethan all too aware of what was missing in his relationship with his new girlfriend. He suddenly longed to be able to openly joke with Tara about wanting to fuck her. That kind of talk just wasn't his style, particularly for a girl that he hadn't crossed that bridge with yet. Besides, you couldn't act like that with a lady like Tara, a girl that had some class, and if you joked, you at least couldn't do it as crassly as Logan did. There was also the mood dampening hints she'd given him that she might be 'exhausted' from the hike and want to sleep tonight. That was the pressing problem he had to fix. Ethan gave her a sly grin and winked, hand reaching out to touch her sweaty, exposed mid-riff and give it a gentle caress. "Come on baby, just a little further. Plus, if we beat them to the campsite maybe we can actually get some time alone first. I'm sure I can find ways to perk you up if you are tired. Maybe a nice swim in the lake..."

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Logan hooted at Ethan's joke and untangled from Holly, grabbing the blonde's hand and falling in behind the other couple. Logan slowed his pace, letting Ethan and Tara lead the way. The nice thing about following was that he got to see Tara's sexy little heart shaped ass in those cut-off jean shorts. It swung nicely with every step, peeking out underneath her backpack. Ethan's hand was on Tara's hip, and Logan bit back a barb to let his little brother work his new girlfriend a little more. Go on little bro, claim your bitch! Things had seemed a little icy between them, at least from Logan's perspective. If he had a hot little piece of ass like Tara next to him, a girl almost as attractive as the one whose hand he held, he'd certainly not be making idle chat like Ethan seemed to be doing this whole hike. No, he'd be laying the groundwork to get laid.

Logan took a deep breath, savoring the scent of the wilderness around him. The wild called to him in a primal way, and now that he was here, away from the fetters of civilization, he felt alive, full of life, and finally free. Like himself again. The fire road they followed was rocky and climbed steadily towards an alpine lake that the campsite abutted. The trees on the side of the road were slowly changing as they picked their way higher up the mountain, turning from mostly oaks and beeches, their leaves still light green, to dark green pine trees. The foliage was so dense that it seemed like they were walking in a green roofed tunnel, with peeks of the rose colored sky visible only directly above them. The sun was starting to set and dark, deep shadows were now being cast across the rocky trail, making the path ahead murky and mysterious.

Because of those shadows, Logan almost didn't see the figure standing at the side of the fire road by what looked like a narrow side trail. Logan had keen eyes, particularly in the woods from his years of hunting, and he studied the figure critically for a few seconds as the rest of the group chatted obliviously. Finally, he growled a warning to Ethan. "Company ahead."

As they approached, the dark shape resolved into a Park Ranger wearing a khaki shirt and dark brown denim pants. The man was huge, almost bear-like in appearance, with a full black beard and a thick, brawny body, only softened by a slight paunch. Logan realized that the man was larger than even himself, which was rare. At his side was a German Shepherd, which watched them alertly. Adjusted for scale, the dog was as large for its breed as its owner was for humans, a powerful muscled beast held in check with a thick leather leash and a spiked choke collar. As if the ferocious dog wasn't enough, the Ranger also had a pistol strapped to his belt.

"Afternoon, folks," the Ranger said giving them a reassuring smile. Despite his intimidating size, he seemed friendly enough, with bright, thoughtful eyes. "I take it you all are camping at the lake tonight?"

Logan and Ethan stepped forward to talk with the man. Trying to be friendly, Logan squatted and offered his hand to the dog to smell. The Shepherd's ears went flat and a rumbling growl came from its throat, lips curling to bare its fangs. Quick as a cat, it lunged at Logan's arm, teeth snapping as it snarled and barked madly. Logan spun back in shock, almost toppling due to his heavy backpack, but fortunately the Ranger was quick in grabbing the leash and pulling the suddenly vicious animal back. The large man pinned the shepherd down with a knee and yelled at him until the dog whimpered to silence, although its wary eyes never left the foursome.

"Sorry about that, Jupiter's been jumpy as some strange stuff has been going on," the Ranger said, looking troubled. He rose, but kept a leg between Jupiter and the campers and the dog's leash tightly wrapped in one of his meaty fists. He seemed to hesitate, thinking for a second, then added, "I don't want to scare you folks, but there have been some deer carcasses in the woods that have been found half-eaten these past couple days. Could be a mountain lion, or a bear even. You shouldn't worry about it too much, but just stick together and don't go wandering off one at a time, alright?"

"W-what? Dead deer?" asked Ethan, looking suddenly concerned. His eyes flashed to Logan, darkening, and then flicked back to the Ranger. "Could it be wolves?"

"Ain't no wolves within two states of here, just coyotes howling at night, don't worry about wolves," the Ranger chuckled in reply, shaking his head at Ethan's concern. "Like I said, just stay in pairs in case it's a lion or something. Those are in these hills, but don't much mess with people. My cabin is on the other side of the lake if you need me, and I'll swing by in the morning to check in."

They said their farewells and started hiking, the group suddenly a little more subdued. Logan let a smile creep onto his face and broke the somber mood by kicking Ethan's backpack.

"Wolves?! Really? Are you still scared from all those times I kept you sleepless in our tent with stories about wolves?" Logan said with a laugh. He turned to the girls and shrugged. "I was a bit cruel to Ethan on our hunting trips, but I thought he was over it."

"You know I hate wolves. There better be no wolves," replied Ethan, shooting daggers back at Logan with his eyes. With visible effort, the younger man relaxed, running a hand through his curly dark hair and then letting a smirk creep onto his face. "Do I need to reveal your fear of snakes to get even? I remember you crying like a little girl when I put that garter snake in your sleeping bag..."

Holly had laughed, slipping away from Logan’s big rough hands as he threatened to drag her off caveman style through the brush. She wondered if he wasn’t half-serious though. There was more than a little caveman in her current boyfriend she thought, and he certainly had the right look with his broad muscular chest and strong masculine jaw with its coat of stubble. Sometimes Holly wondered how much they really had in common. While it was easy to get caught up in his brash confidence and coarse flirty manner, she was mostly the quiet type when on her own, focused on her studies and work, not normally a thrill seeker or wild party girl. Did he excite her? Did he make her feel desires? Yes, absolutely yes, but she worried at times it was purely physical, that when the fun times were over this would just end up being another short lived relationship.

She watched Tara and Ethan walking in front of them and wondered if his prudish date didn’t have the right idea. She certainly seemed to have his full attention and respect as they traded whispered comments, smiling and laughing softly with each other, his hand resting on the tanned skin of her bare back. Glancing over at Logan, she almost thought she caught him eyeing up Tara’s tight little backside before he flashed a grin her way instead. A not so subtly pointed crack came to her lips and then died unspoken as he called out a warning. ‘Company ahead!’

If Holly had been thinking Logan the caveman type she had to amend that now. The Park Ranger looked like something right out of the Stone Age with his big heavyset frame and bushy black eyebrows and thick black beard. A Neanderthal in khakis. Holly found him a little intimidating actually, although he seemed friendly enough, greeting them in a conversational tone. Before any of them could answer back however his huge Shepard snarled viciously and snapped its jaws at Logan, causing her to place a restraining hand on his forearm as if to pull him from harm’s way or maybe just keep him from going back for more. Growing up with so many siblings had bred a strong protective streak in Holly. “Careful…”

She listened quietly as the guys questioned them, standing near Tara while the other girl fussed with her pack, as if the weight was starting to chafe her slim bare shoulders. Holly wondered idly if she’d ever done a day’s hard work in her entire life. Probably not. There were likely plenty of guys just like Ethan around willing to do it for her, all in exchange for one of those shy sweet little smiles and the promises they hinted at. Tara abruptly stopped her readjusting when the ranger started talking about dead deer and the possibility of wild animals wandering into the area from the hills. Her face turned a little ashen, registering a fear not at all dissimilar from her boyfriend’s, although lone ess loudly expressed. Holly imagined she’d probably never even realized until this moment that there were bears and mountain lions living around these mountains. As if this was some family theme park and those were dangers that only that existed on television shows.

“There won’t be any wolves,” Holly said reassuringly, placing a calming hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “The ranger would have mentioned it surely. Besides, wolves wouldn’t come within a dozen feet of the smell of humans, whatever your brother might have told you.” She gave Logan an amused but pointed look, strongly suggesting that this was not the time to goof around. The trip was going to be a miserable one if his little brother spent the whole time looking over his shoulder for nonexistent wolves.

“But you don’t really know that, do you?” Tara interrupted suddenly and Holly caught the subtle shift of her eyes towards where her hand was still resting on Ethan’s upper arm. Oh, Jesus Christ, really? She let it drop back to her side limply but the other girl still had more to say, brow furrowing slightly as she continued. “You didn’t tell us there are mountain lions around here, Logan. Should we really be camping in this part of the forest at all then? I didn’t come out here to get eaten. We don’t even have a gun or anything do we? Maybe we should just go back and stay at a motel.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Holly interjected with a weary sigh, wondering if she was seeing the whole weekend spiraling down the drain already. “That’s just being stupid paranoid. There’s four of us and we’ll be camping within just a short jog from the road. No mountain lion or anything else is going to come anywhere near us. We have better change of getting struck by a car driving to the motel then we do of being attacked by wild animals.”

“Oh, God, I didn’t even realize you were some kind professional forest guide, Holly. That’s so amazing. Sorry I said anything,” the brunette answered tartly before turning back to Ethan, hooking an arm around his waist as she brushed a strand of hair from his face, “I’ll stay if the rest of you want to stay, of course. I don’t want ruin your little trip or anything but if there really are wolves and such… Well, what do you think, babe? Is it safe for us?”

And they were all going to be sharing a tent together Holly reflected irritably.

Logan listened to the girl's start to bicker, scowling slightly at the disaster unfolding before him. The Ranger hadn't exactly put the group in a good mood with his warning, and Logan's attempt to lighten it by kicking Ethan's backpack and turning his wolf question into a joke had definitely backfired. Tara's already strained tolerance for 'roughing it' was being tested and the slim girl looked ready to turn around if she could recruit anyone to join her. Holly was trying to do a nice job pacifying everyone, including Ethan who refused to look Logan in the eye and was still perturbed by the news. This entire trip, Logan's idea, was threatening to implode before his eyes because of some creepy Ranger that seemed to like to torment campers!

Logan wasn't going to the that happen, Ethan and Tara had to stay.

"Ladies, that includes you, Ethan," interjected Logan, placing hands on Tara and Holly's shoulders and moving between them. Tara's skin was slick with her sweat, the prissy girl evidently not used to any sort of strenuous exercise, and Logan couldn't help but notice how tiny her arm felt under his palm. Not that Holly was a big girl by any means, but Tara had a delicateness to her body that made Logan feel like he was holding a small animal, as if she was a fluttering bird caught in his clutches. Logan liked his woman strong, able to handle him in the bedroom as he could get a little rough when really excited, something Holly had only gotten hints of. A good fucking meant Logan left covered in scratches, bites and bruises from his girl, as well as her feeling like she'd been manhandled and used by a savage. While not his type, there was something intriguing about a girl that he could so easily dominate, one who was just so helpless before him he could have his way completely. Conquering both types of woman could make you feel like a man for different reasons, and it'd been a while since he'd fucked a girly girl like Tara seemed to be. He shook his head to clear the thought, and slipped his arms around both their necks in a headlock and pulled them into opposite sides of his powerful chest. He gave them a playful squeeze, like he was wringing necks, and let them go. Tara would no doubt feel obliged to fix her tousled hair after the rough act. "Any more negative words and I'll have to spank the two of you!"

"Everyone should calm the FUCK down!" Logan continued, eying Ethan as his brother turned to give him a baleful gaze. "Holly is right and knows what she is talking about. No one is going home. No animals are going to attack us. Lions and bears are in these woods everyday, oh my, and if the Ranger spent as much time in the mountains as I have, he'd know you find deer carcasses all the time, killed by disease or whatever. Scavengers probably were eating them. The last thing any wild animal wants to do is come anywhere close to us."

Logan paused to fish in his jeans pocket and removed a small white object, which he brandished to everyone, especially Ethan, to show them it was a fat joint. Pulling a lighter out, Logan started to light it, a grin coming to his face.

"Now let's start doing what this trip is about, and that's having fun. Fun, Ethan, stop scowling or maybe I'll change my mind and start telling you how there are rumors of a wolfpack that snuck out of Yellowstone and travelled South. Come on, fun, I promise no wolves," joked Logan before he took a first, long drag from the lit joint. He exhaled it slowly, a grin appearing on his face as he passed the jay to Holly.

"Oh, and yeah," he added very casually as the last curls of smoke left his mouth. "I did bring my gun. It's in my pack."

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Ethan's mood improved after Logan's pep talk. His brother did seem committed to making this a fun trip, so he'd take him at face value, and perhaps his teasing of Ethan was a little warranted. It would be crazy, of course, to assume wolves were in the area and Ethan belatedly realized that the girls might think his concern odd. He broke into a laugh, pretending like it was all a joke, and turned around to walk backwards as Logan started to light the joint. He just hoped his brother wasn't planning any other cruel pranks designed to torment Ethan, especially with Tara here. The last thing he needed was Logan hiding in the bushes and making wolf howls when the girl's were going to the bathroom!

"Are you cool, baby? It's totally safe, I just thought for a second Logan was trying to prank me somehow. Let's just have fun. Umm, you down with smoking some weed?" Ethan asked Tara, eyes suddenly twinkling with mischief and an evil grin on his face. Logan manhandling his girlfriend irked him slightly, and Ethan felt the need to touch her himself and remind Logan whose date she was. He reached out and pulled her towards him, holding her hands and walking backwards while staring into her hazel eyes. A newfound confidence surged in him as he got lost in her sexy features, fuck it, he wasn't going to let some stupid Ranger's warning ruin this trip, he still had this gorgeous girl to fuck! They'd never discussed pot before and Ethan was a little worried that it might be another activity that Tara found distasteful. Of course, if she did get a little high, that might just make it much easier to get her in the mood for a little fun later. "It will relax you, take your mind off things. We are almost at the campsite as well. Have you ever kissed someone baked before? It's a lot of fun."

Ethan kept his little innuendo PG-13 for now, she could guess what he really meant, and Ethan did indeed find having sex high a lot of fun. In fact, every time he got baked, he got horny. Hopefully Tara felt a similar effect! He added, "And of course, our shitty campfire dinner will taste a lot better as well!"

Logan's last comment, about bringing his gun, made Ethan snap his head over to look at his brother quizzically. Why did he feel the need to bring his gun? His brother loved hunting, and shooting things, but a pistol wasn't necessary out here. As Logan had said, there was nothing that could really hurt them, or at least nothing the boys couldn't scare off. It seemed strange, but he forced his face calm and turned back to smile at Tara.

"And Logan's even got a gun in case any animal gets too close, he'll scare them off!"

Tara found herself increasingly annoyed as Holly tried to takeover the situation and even felt it was somehow within her rights to soothe Ethan’s fears by getting all touchy feely with him. She’d known from the start that she wasn’t going to get along with Logan’s girlfriend. Way too obnoxious and bossy. She really didn’t understand what Logan saw her in actually. Sure, she was attractive, although she didn’t do much to emphasize or highlight it, and a (bottle!) blonde, but struck Tara as the sort of tough chick tomboy who was always trying to compete with the guys. How was that attractive? Wasn’t it just like being with another man only with boobs? Maybe it was just because she let Logan grope and fondle her all the way up the trail, which had frankly made Tara want to gag. She was probably a total slut and now she was touching on Ethan too? Bitch.

She had more to say, she had plenty more to say, she knew how to cut girls like that into shreds with just a few choice words, but instead turned to Ethan. Tara wanted to see if he was going to take her side in the argument and agree that they should go find a motel. Whether or not they actually went didn’t matter so much. She just wanted to know what he would do. Logan ruined that little test though. Suddenly he had her in a headlock, pressing her cheek against his warm rock hard chest, breaking the tension as he jokingly threatened to spank them both. Holly laughed when he released them, bouncing away. Tara didn’t of course. She just threaded her fingers through her mussed up hair, flushing faintly.

He was so very…rude? Arrogant? And confident, intense, in-control, alive. Tara found she was glad he was here actually, and felt herself calming when he brushed aside their fears as groundless in his brusque direct manner. He was essentially saying the same thing Holly had said, but she preferred it coming from him. She’d rather listen to a confident man who knew what he was doing than some mouthy bitch who probably only thought she did. Tara felt that he probably could handle things even if they did come across some wild animal, especially when he revealed that he’d packed a gun. Logan was a man simply put. Part of her wished Ethan could be a little more like that sometimes. What does he see in Holly anyways?

As the joint came out of his pocket, Logan took a long drag, and Holly followed after him, obviously no stranger to it. Tara wasn’t a complete novice, she’d tried it in the past but it normally just made her feel weird. She’d been told that that was just a bad batch but she wasn’t sure. It was clear that Ethan was plenty experienced though and enthused enough that she didn’t want to give him a flat ‘no’ and come off as a total trip ruining bitch. They were here to have fun after all, although she hadn’t seen any hints of it yet. Probably you needed to be high to find wandering through the forest while being swarmed with mosquitoes a good time.

“Have you ever kissed someone while baked before?” she asked with a raised eyebrow as Ethan held her small hands, walking backwards with him while gazing into his sexy blue eyes with her sultry hazel flecked ones. “I hope you’re not telling me you fool around with girls a lot… I can get really jealous, you know. I want you all to myself.” Tara said these things playfully but they were in fact quite true. She liked, needed in fact, to be the only person in her man’s life that mattered, which is why she gravitated towards someone like Ethan over Logan, who would likely never give anyone that degree of control in his life. He was too independent, too self-assured. Ethan on the other hand…

Tara took the joint from his lips and gave it a little puff, coughing slightly as she drew in too much but smiling anyways before placing it back in his mouth. “I really could use a swim after all this walking… I just wish it wasn’t so cold. How would I ever warm up afterwards?” A little glimmer passed through in her eye. She could be flirty too, only unlike Holly that didn’t necessarily mean having their hands all over each other like a pair of crazed savages. There was a way to be sexy without being trashy. A way to please a man without just giving them everything all at once.

"I'm sad to say that there were other women before you, Tara, but trust me, I don't think I've ever wanted to kiss a woman more than right now," Ethan replied, eyes narrowing slightly as his words got more sensual. If he could fuck with his eyes, Tara would be screaming in pleasure right now.

The pleasant buzz of the marijuana high had hit Ethan quickly, making his entire body tingle with sensitivity. His evil grin grew into a smile as Tara took a puff and promptly had a coughing fit. Those always made a person even more stoned! Suddenly things were getting much, much better. It was easy now to just enjoy the moment and ignore Logan's earlier bullshit. The late afternoon air was still warm, keeping Ethan's body sweaty despite the shade in which they now walked. They'd had a great Indian summer and temperatures were still in the eighties during the day up here in the hills, though he knew it would drop later tonight. The woods had opened up slightly around them, wider spaced pines almost completely replacing the leafier trees they had left behind at the start of their hike. Ethan knew he should look around him and enjoy the beauty of the quiet wilderness, no doubt it was gorgeous in the soft light of the approaching sunset, but the most beguiling object in his vision was still the hazel eyed brunette who placed the joint back in his mouth. Just the brush of her fingertips against his lips sent a little electric thrill through his body. Did that hand linger just a second longer than needed, perhaps?

"I think I can find a way to keep you warm later, baby, but first...," Ethan replied, reaching up and giving her cheek a quick caress. Fuck it, at this point he couldn't keep playing the nice guy forever. She was gorgeous and he had to kiss her right now. He handed the joint back to Logan and stopped walk, holding Tara back to let the other couple pass them. Ethan gave them a quick glance, to make sure they weren't paying attention, and then licked his lips as his blue eyes locked again with Tara's hazel orbs. The hand still resting on her cheek slipped around to clasp the back of her sweaty neck and he leaned in, giving her a short, but intensely passionate kiss, his tongue brushing her lips and then darting inside her mouth for a sensuous, needy tease of her tongue and teeth. He broke the stolen kiss and rested his forehead against her own, a small grin on his face as he stared at her from an inch away and rubbed her neck with his hand.

The pot was blazing now in Ethan's body and the kiss had set off fireworks in all his senses at once. His vision had been filled by Tara's sultry eyes, wide in surprise as he'd lowered his face to hers. Then he had tasted her warm, wet mouth with his own, catching the hint of flavored lip balm during their kiss. For a brief moment, there was no other sound in his world but the soft slurping and light wet smacks of their mouths moving together. He had squeezed her neck by instinct, luxuriating at the slippery feel of her slick, hot skin under his fingers and thumb. And even her scent had been overwhelming, a heady mix of sweetness, perhaps from lingering conditioner in her hair, and the stronger, muskier smell of sweat that made his cock throb and his mind think of sex.

He had never been so forward with Tara before, their prior kisses had always been in private, either in his car or one of their apartments. And this one, quick, needy and urgent, signaled a dramatically different level of hunger and desire than the long, teasing sessions of fun they'd had before when she had controlled the pace. Maybe Logan's aggressiveness was rubbing off on him, maybe it was jealousy from seeing his big brother touching Tara and groping Holly all afternoon, or maybe the pot had made him more confident. Whatever the reason, Ethan felt like it was time to give Tara more than subtle hints that he wanted her very badly.

"Mhmm, wasn't that nice? I couldn't resist. See, everything is a little more fun like this," Ethan said as he stepped back, letting a fingertip graze down Tara's jaw. With a final wink, he grabbed her hand and turned to lead her up the last stretch to the campsite.

Yes, things were going much, much better now.

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Logan and Ethan were setting up the tent while the two girls unpacked the backpacks and started working on getting food ready for dinner. The campsite was a cleared meadow on the shores of the lake, with scattered metal fire rings for campers to use. It was completely empty and they'd chosen a spot a hundred feet from the lake, near a tree, that already had a couple logs and stumps arranged as makeshift seats around the fire pit. The sun was starting to descend, setting over the far side of the lake, and the sky was blazing with color, the few scattered clouds painted in a palette of vivid reds, oranges, pinks and yellows. In the opposite direction of the sun, amidst a dark blue sky, the moon was rising. It was a full harvest moon, orange-red with light from the setting sun and appearing huge as it sat low on the horizon above the treetops. The scenery in the sky was becoming breathtaking, the kind of spectacle that beckoned to be gazed at, and that thought added urgency to the group's chores as they raced to set up the camp before the show was over.

Logan had a big smile, happy that the foursome's mood had improved after he'd produced the joint. Drugs and alcohol never failed to make things more fun! He'd also brought some whiskey and two bottles of red wine, to keep the buzz going later tonight. The two brothers had stripped off their sweat soaked shirts and were working on the tent in just their jeans, giving the girls a show with both their toned and muscled torsos on display, glistening with perspiration. Logan's body was bulkier, of course, but Ethan's had much more definition, particularly in his abs. Baby bro certainly had some appeal for the girls that liked the skinnier, fitness model type guys. In a couple minutes, Logan might be ready for a refreshing post-hike swim to rinse off his sweat. He was going to skinny dip, of course, and he idly wondered if the other girls would be brave enough to join him. He was pretty sure Holly would, but Tara, well, he could only hope that she summoned the courage. Maybe if it got darker she could be coerced. Ethan and her seemed to be a little more touchy feely now, and Logan even caught his younger brother staring at the brunette wistfully as she pranced around in her jean shorts and tiny top.

"You are like a smitten puppy dog, E, pathetic," whispered Logan, pitching his voice low so the girls couldn't hear him. His eyes were hard. "I've decided that tonight we're going to make you claim her as yours. None of this pussyfooting around."

"I don't need your help. I got it. She's into me."

"Nah, I don't think you get it. I don't give a shit if she's 'into you'. I want you to make her your bitch tonight, not make love to her."

"What the FUCK are you talking about? You promised me this would just be a fun trip!" replied Ethan, voice raising as he paused from working on the tent to look at Logan suspiciously.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. And it's going to be real fun."

"Why tonight? You are going to ruin everything. I like her."

"Because it's time. 'Like her'? What da fuck?! Get real, what are you going to do, marry her? Tonight you are going to be a real man, finally. I'll help you, get her scared, you know, and then you can claim her as your bitch," Logan replied with a sneer, but tone was dead serious as he continued. "Prove that you aren't a little puppy on some girl's leash. None of your bullshit romance and fawning over her, it's disgusting. Hard, ruthless and cruel, just like I taught you. She's just a bitch to use and you have to teach her that. She'll get what a bitch deserves."

Ethan's face flushed and his eyes flashed at Logan. He opened his mouth to reply and noticed Holly had wandered up to ask a question, forcing him to bite back his response. Logan turned, seeing Ethan's gaze, and smiled at Holly. How long had she been there, and what did she overhear?

"Hey sexy, what's up? We are almost done. Want to go for a quick swim before we get a fire going?"

Tara and Holly had gathered around the fire ring while the guys set up camp. They were sorting through the packs to figure what to have for dinner, although the options were quite sparse. It was mostly all prepackaged foods, bags of pretzels, cheese and crackers, etcetera, as well as a few items that could be roasted over the fire like hotdogs. Tara wasn’t especially enthused by looks of any of it. She couldn’t help but think a vacation at the beach with some nice restaurants and hot clubs nearby would have been about a hundred times preferable to a weenie roast in some rustic old campground.

There was at least one silver lining though, she had to admit. Tara wasn’t a big admirer of nature but the area Logan had picked was borderline gorgeous. They had a perfect view out over the calm forest lake which seemed to sparkle in rich hues gold and red as the setting sun reflected off its surface. A gentle little late summer breeze blowing in off the waters had cooled her down from the long hike, enough so that she’d dug out a dark purple hoodie from her bag. She’d yet to put it on though and for now had just draped it over her long tanned legs, entirely bare from the mid-thigh down due to tiny cutt-off denim shorts. Probably not the best camping outfit, she knew, but completely worth it when she caught the look on Ethan’s face upon first seeing her in it. She was pretty sure Logan had been sneaking glances all day as well, a fact which made her smile privately to herself. Holly was cute enough but when it came to holding men’s attention, Tara was confident she held the winning hand.

She certainly had Ethan’s. The kiss had been a surprise but definitely a hot one. The firm press of his soft lips against her own while his strong hand clasped her slim neck had sent a little shiver up her back. A strong masculine scent of sweat and aftershave wafted into her nose, and her fingers had reached up to brush against his cheek in return, gazing back into those expressive blue eyes. He was definitely getting a lot closer to earning his way into her pants tonight, alright. Maybe the clean forest air was doing something good for him. Or possibly it was just the pot, who knows?

It was certainly doing its thing where she was concerned. Tara felt none of the queasiness she’d felt the last time but she did feel more relaxed, and even found herself able to get along with Holly as they sorted through the packs. Her eyes brightened a little as she drew out some graham crackers and chocolate bars with a bag of marshmallows. Smores, yum! She was actually feeling a little hungry all of sudden, helping herself to some of the trail mix while they sorted things. Watching the guys setup the tent bare-chested, the sweat and exertion bringing a light glow to their skin, bringing out in the definition in their arms and chests, they whispered comments back and forth. For some reason Holly’s comments were making her giggle constantly, even the not-so-funny ones, and Ethan’s well-formed abs were a thing of pure sex.

“I need to go check with Logan on something, okay?" Holly announced, "You good?”

She nodded absently, munching on another handful of nuts between sips of water, mind wandering lazily as leaned back. Maybe camping wasn’t that bad, after all…

****

Holly was smiling to herself as she stood up, dusting her hands on her khaki shorts. Lightweight Tara was clearly more than a little high from their shared joint. At least she’d stopped complaining though, and she herself had made a renewed effort at being friendly towards the girl. They weren’t going to end this trip as besties, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t try to get along, at least for the guys sake, if not their own. And I should make allowances. This really isn’t her thing. She’s probably doing her best to be cool about it…

Plus she knew this trip was important to Logan. He’d certainly come well prepared enough, like a good boy scout, although that wasn’t a term she’d normally associate with him. His pack seemed to be stuffed with tools though, not just the pistol, but also a small hand ax and an almost comical amount of rope. Was he planning to have them scale the mountain too while they were out here, she’d wondered with an inward laugh.

She was heading over to ask him where he’d put the matches when she overheard the end of his pep talk to Ethan. It gave her some pause. It gave her more than pause actually. Her brain had trouble deciding what to make of it actually. She knew Logan had a habit of speaking coarsely but…

“Oh. Just…ah, matches,” Holly answered with a faint smile as he turned her way. “I think I just remembered where I saw them though. And a swim sounds great…”

Or it would have even just a few minutes ago. Now she was feeling conflicted. Holly continued to struggle with her warring emotions all the way down to the lake’s shore, where she pulled off her light green tank top, revealing the lacy pink bra beneath it. Large full breast were pushed together to form a pleasant crease of cleavage and her belly was flat and smooth beneath with soft light skin. Logan had seen her naked plenty times before of course, and she told herself she should just concentrate on having fun as she watched him pull off his shoes. She couldn’t shake what she’d overheard though, and with Ethan and Tara still lingering back at the campsite, where he was no doubt trying to coax her into joining them, it might be her best chance to bring it up.

“So…ah, I heard you giving Ethan some advice back there. I wasn’t eavesdropping I just…heard. I guess he’s a little hesitant around girls and… “ Oh, quite dancing around the issue, she thought irritably to herself. “Is that your dating philosophy then? That women are ‘just bitches to use’?” Holly shifted uncomfortably on her now bare feet, crossing her arms, voice rising a bit in anger without really being aware of it. “Is that how you view me?”

Logan left the still sulking Ethan to finish staking the tent alone and turned to follow Holly. He knew his brother was still upset at his words and likely trying to figure out how to undo Logan's plans, but Logan wasn't concerned, Ethan always fell into line eventually. As much as he protested and tried to act soft, he still had his brother's blood and it came out when needed. He'd have fun tonight, that was for sure. He could always blame it on the call of wild; normal rules didn't apply out here. Not tonight for sure.

How much Holly had overheard was definitely on Logan's mind as he followed the sexy blonde towards the water. She'd conveniently wandered a bit down the shore to a more secluded spot where the row of trees fronting the lake hid them from Tara and Ethan's view. With no one to see them, he might be able to talk her into some skinny dipping, or even more. Her ass, full and toned, swung deliciously before him in those khaki shorts and he cracked a grin as her hands went to the bottom of her tight green tank top to start to pull it over her head. The sight of her back appearing inch by inch, smooth and toned, was mouthwatering, and her breasts were delightfully full in that teasing pink bra as she turned to regard him. She looked so tempting in only her bra and shorts, backlit by the setting sun that was casting a warm, red light behind her. It was as if she was an erotic model beckoning him sensually for a romantic lakeside fucking, a pinch worthy fantasy come to life. Logan was already kicking his boots off, his grin turning into a hungry smile, when Holly spoke.

Fuck, she'd overheard his ending words. Dammit.

A little flash of angry annoyance surged through Logan and he had to resist the urge to say something or, even worse, do something rash. Instead, the big man let his smile fade and he simply unbuckled his jeans. With a smooth, easy motion, he pulled the thick black leather belt free and tossed it to the ground. His hands went to unfasten the worn denim's button and then he hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs, sliding both of them to the ground to step out of. Standing before the smaller woman fully nude, Logan knew he looked intimidating. Not only muscled, tall, and rugged, his body glistening with perspiration and flushed with desire, but also lewdly masculine, dark hair on his chest that ran in a trail down to the big cock that hung menacingly between his legs, already starting to thicken. The show was designed to vividly remind her that he was a real man, not some manscaped metrosexual that wanted to talk about his emotions.

They were in the wilderness, miles from any help, and she was very much at his mercy in every way.

Still without speaking, Logan crossed the short distance between them and scooped her up into his arms. His mouth lowered to hers as he held her in a strong embrace, one arm around her upper back and the other grabbing her ass. He kissed her hard and deep, a passionate and possessive kiss with his tongue delving freely into Holly's mouth. There was nothing sensual or romantic in the act, rather it was an aggressive, dominating and very sexual assault on her mouth, full of heat and ardor while showing her he was firmly in charge. As his lips moved on hers, Logan pulled her smaller frame tight against his muscled body, that act a potent reminder of just how strong he was. With the arousing feeling of her soft, warm flesh squirming against him, his cock began to harden, stiffening and pressing against her stomach. One hand went to tangle in a fist in her hair and Logan broke the kiss by tugging softly on her blonde locks, forcing her chin up and making her gaze meet his piercing blue eyes.

"Never read into what I say to my brother in private, he's got issues. But what of it? Tell me the truth, if I made you my bitch tonight, would you mind? Would I be a man you'd be proud to please?"

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Ethan glared at Logan's muscled back as his brother walked away. With Tara and Holly around, he had to bite his tongue, but he poured all his sudden anger into his eyes, which filled with murderous rage at his brother's receding form. The stakes were his next outlet of fury, and he used the hammer to drive the six of them into the hard, dry ground with reckless strength, almost bending the last one in half. With a deep breath to calm himself, he flung the hammer away and scowled.

Saying that Logan could be an asshole was an understatement. Ethan's loud, confident and aggressive older brother liked to be the top dog and show everyone else he was in charge. And that included women. Ethan hadn't known better when he was younger, but these days he realized that just because they were brothers, he didn't have to do everything Logan did or even like the things Logan liked. Unfortunately, Logan didn't believe that Ethan wanted to go a different path and was still trying to reshape him to be his smaller, younger mirror image.

Whatever Logan had planned for tonight, and Ethan was scared to think of what the possibilities could be, it was undoubtably something dark, twisted and distasteful. Logan's plans would be the kinds of acts that Ethan had tried futilely to forget he had been forced to participate in when younger. Shamefully, the dark side of Ethan's personality had enjoyed Logan's lessons at the time. But now, that dark side was a part of Ethan he didn't want to let out again. Ever.

A slight glimpse of movement by the fire pit dragged Ethan's eyes from the lake, where he had been looking in vain for a sight of Logan and Holly behind the trees. Tara was sitting there, looking restless with a hoodie across her legs. She'd arranged the meager food they'd brought and was waiting for a fire to begin cooking. The brunette's hazel eyes met his and Ethan felt his pulse quicken. She looked gorgeous even just sitting there, her perky breasts in that tiny top had tempted him all day and begged to be touched, licked and more. And her body, fuck, not an ounce of fat and womanly in all the right ways. His blood was still running hot from anger, but Ethan felt a different heat start to grow within him instead. Maybe Ethan could deflect some of Logan's plans if he showed his brother he could close the deal with Tara? Surely Logan's main issue was that he thought his brother wasn't aggressive enough with women. Maybe he could prove that his methods were as effective as the more dominating techniques Logan liked to use. The carrot could work as well as the stick, right?

There was a little tingle of anxiety in Ethan as he walked towards the seated brunette, but it faded when he finally squatted down in front of her. All her teasing in this ridiculously sexy and inappropriate hiking outfit, plus their earlier kiss, had been making him steadily hornier. Now that they were alone and so close to each other, he found her simply irresistible. His grin was suddenly flirty as let his blue eyes smolder into her sultry hazel orbs. Good Lord, he had to fuck this girl right now, and not just because of Logan's threats.

"Hey sexy, you look a little cold?" Ethan said, his hands reaching out to grab Tara's waist. His head leaned forward and he kissed her again, the pot still making the touch of their lips send tingles of pleasure through his body. Unlike before, he took his time, exploring her mouth in painstakingly intimate detail as their lips and tongues moved against each other. As they kissed, one of his hands began to glide around her exposed stomach, tracing idle patterns with his fingertips on her warm skin and toying with her bellybutton. His mouth grew more passionate and insistent against Tara's hot lips and the fingertips moved up to circle one of her full mounds, brushing that sensitive skin through her thin top and teasing the soft flesh slowly, before his thumb finally found a nipple to flick against. "Mhmmm... the tent is nice and warm. Let's go and warm up in there for a bit. Logan and Holly are likely not going to be back anytime soon."

Holly felt her chest rising rapidly under her revealing bra as her breath quickened and her heart rate doubled, heavy silence filling the space between them. Rather than answer her question, Logan had simply continued removing his clothes, stripping out of his pants and fixing with her a calm even stare when he’d finished. His hard eyes seemed to measure her much smaller feminine frame, the mid-evening sun giving his chiseled muscular body a kind of glow from the sweat he’d built up over the day‘s exertions. Between his legs his impressive cock hung half erect, and she knew he was pointedly sending her a message, letting her understand, letting her see just how large the gap was between them in terms of size and strength. She didn’t want to give him that, not when he was being this way, but there was no denying it. Standing before her like this he was intimidating, even a little scary, especially out here in the middle of nowhere.

“…Logan…” she said, feeling the need to break the silence, hating the way her voice caught a little, communicating her degree of discomfort. Without speaking, he’d wrapped his strong arms around her small waist, pulling her into his broad chest, soft breasts flattening against the hard plane of muscle. His lips pressed down roughly onto her own, tongue probing deep into her warm mouth. She could feel his manhood hardening against her belly in preparation, hot and smooth and demanding much like the man who owned it. Her hands shoved against his shoulders as if trying to push him away but not nearly hard enough to actually move him. Holly wasn’t certain she could even she wanted to do so actually.

She hated this though. She hated both the way she felt -- scared of him, scared of the possibility of the moment, that even if she said ‘no’ he might not care, and more than a little aroused -- and also what he was doing. This was not the first time he’d responded to a serious question by getting physical rather answering it, using his sheer size and power and sexuality to take control and silence her mouth with his own. For her body loved his strength, loved his dominance, the way it felt to be seized in his strong hands and pressed down against the bed or bent over the couch, or wherever else he decided he wanted her this time. It bothered her though just the same. Sometimes Holly wondered if she knew Logan at all.

“That’s not it…I mean…” her voice was a little breathy as he drew her head back by her blonde hair, eyes boring into hers in a way that made her feel like a small animal being sized up by an alpha predator. “…you know I do, it’s just… You never want to discuss our relationship and then I hear something like that…” Holly bit her lip uncertainly, now feeling as if she’d made too much out of nothing, or even butted into a private discussion with his brother that was likely none of her business. “I just want to know I’m more than that…”

****

Tara was resting with her back against the log, legs straddling it on either side, hoodie serving as a kind of blanket as she stared up at the treetops. The clouds had rings of pinkish light rimming them now, and she found herself lost in thoughts that were less than clear. How long she laid that way simply sky watching in a lingering high she had no idea. She barely noticed Holly’s absence or when she’d gone down with Logan to the lakeside. It wasn’t until she heard the discordant clang of Ethan pounding one of the stakes so hard it bent, that she sat up again, staring across the fire pet at him with light concern.

He looked upset. She wondered if she’d missed something important. Another argument with his brother? No, not an argument, Tara thought with a vague little glimmer of disgust. Another mean spirited needling more likely. An argument is what she’d like to see actually. For Ethan to gave as good as he got for a change. Logan wasn’t all that much, really. He needed to realize that. She’d make him realize that if necessary. She wasn’t going to watch her man get jerked around by his big brother the whole vacation without doing anything about it was she?

He smiled when he noticed her looking and she smiled back, forgetting about that for the moment as their eyes locked. Tara watched him walk over, admiring his lean toned body even as she saw him openly admiring her as well. She almost wished he wasn’t so hot. It made denying him so hard sometimes. She didn’t want to make it too easy though. She wanted him to feel he’d earned it, that it was a special thing. It was a little like hunting actually. Logan wasn’t the only one who knew how to capture his prey, and patience was key. That didn’t mean they couldn’t have a little fun though…especially with her feeling so good right now…

Squatting down beside the log, his hands encircled her waist, lips gliding against her own to plant a tender kiss. “Mmmm,” she moaned, kissing him back, letting their tongues entwine together, biting teasingly at his lower lip when they parted. Fingers glided over her bare belly and then up to her breast, squeezing it lightly, thumb rubbing over her nipple, causing little tingles of sensation to prickle up her body and then again down lower. Running her left hand over his neck and through his curly hair, she gave him an intentionally coy shy look, as if terribly uncertain, although there was a playful undertone as well. “…I don’t know Ethan…maybe for just a few minutes…” She planted another little kiss on his lips, slipping her small hands into his own, waiting for him to pull her up from the log and towards the tent. “…but you have to promise to be good…I don‘t know if I‘m ready for, you know…”

Logan liked the way Holly struggled against him, half-heartedly trying to push him away even as her body melted against his strength. He had tried to smother her concerns with his kiss, but they still were still burning in her mind when he let her up for air. She wasn't going to give up her worries easily, no matter how much he had tried to intimidate and seduce them away. She had fight, he liked that about her. It's what drew her to him. But sometimes even a plucky rabbit had to realize that when a big set of jaws were around it there was no point in struggling. Not that he wanted her meek and fragile, like Tara, no, he liked her the way she was. Strong minded, but respectful. A woman who might worship him with the right coaching, but still be tough and make him earn her obedience.

He hoped she panned out, if not, the search would continue.

"What if I told you that calling you my bitch might be the highest compliment?" Logan said in response, eyes twinkling at the odd question as he moved his hips in a circle that rubbed his now fully hard and very big cock against Holly's still sweaty stomach. The sweet sensation of her skin sliding against the sensitive underside of his shaft made him gasp. He glanced down by reflex and found that dribbles of pre-cum had left a glazed, glistening half-circle of moisture that shone on her peachy skin in the fading light. Her large breasts framed his cock from this point of view, though they still were hidden in her pink bra. He frowned at that suddenly annoying scrap of cloth. It was like a barrier Holly was keeping between them, some vestige of control, and Logan didn't like it.

It was time to stop pussyfooting around and show her he had teeth. The sun was down now, the sky lit only with its red afterglow. The orange harvest moon hung low behind Holly's head and Logan felt like the transition to night meant an end to any pretense he had maintained that he was a normal guy with vanilla kinks. They were in the wild and it was getting dark, time for him to let his wild side out as well. Either Holly liked it, or she didn't. Either way, he'd have his fun. His hands moved behind her back to grab the strap of her suddenly offensive bra, but instead of unfastening it, he ripped it apart with a powerful twist of his arms. He dragged the torn bra off of her in a forceful motion and studied the full, soft mounds that finally were bared to his hungry gaze. He'd seen them before of course, but now, heaving slightly with her faster breathing they were delicious. "Fuck, you are gorgeous. So goddam sexy. I just want to devour you."

"But, back to why being my bitch isn't what you think. My dad used to breed dogs, and good bitches were the most prized of all his kennel," Logan continued as one of his hands slid up to grip the back of Holly's neck firmly. His eyes were locked on hers again and while his lips still had a slight twist, a hint of a smile, his blue orbs were intent and serious, seemingly searching deep inside her for some sort of response. The other hand was busy on her khaki shorts, unbuttoning them roughly and then diving under the waistband of her panties to cup her hot mound in his large palm. He held her sex tightly, fingers fluttering in her folds as if feeling the weight of a ripe peach. She was warm to his touch and he started to rub her, eager to feel her juices begin to drip onto his fingers. His hand moved slow at first, but was strong, and his firm grip just as masculinely possessive as the kiss he had given her. This is mine, he seemed to say with his hand, Your cunt is mine.

"I'm not comparing you to a dog, baby, don't look upset. But good bitches are tough, strong, and oh so loyal to their mate. They aren't sluts, fucking any male they see while in heat, but want to give themselves to only the one worthy of them. They always pick strongest they can get in the pack, the alpha if they can handle him," Logan murmured, kissing Holly across the face and jaw, before finally burrowing in to nip her earlobe. His scruffy beard tickled against her soft skin, while his hand kept moving relentlessly on her swelling slit. "And that male, he respects his bitch, she's his only mate if she's worhty. But when they fuck... shit... they go crazy. And when you fuck a woman like a bitch...."

Logan's voice grew husky and the teeth on Holly's ear bit down hard, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the throbbing pleasure his hand was giving her down below. Logan lifted his head up to stare at Holly again, sliding his hand from her neck to savagely seize one of her full breasts. He squeezed the soft flesh with his big paw-like hand, kneading it like dough and tugging on her nipple with a thumb and forefinger to force it to fully harden. Without warning, he let go and gave her breast a slap, setting it to swinging briefly before he grabbed it again. The breast would be flushing from his rough handling, he knew, blood rushing into the abused flesh and all its sensitive nerves firing in a confused jumble of conflicting sensations. An even sweeter pleasure always seemed to win out in Logan's experience. Well, at least for the girls that liked Logan's rough touch.

"You fuck her like a wild animal. And she does the same back to you. It's fucking and fighting, pain and pleasure. You show her each time that you are strong enough to deserve her. That's what I want to do to you right now, make you my bitch. I want you to know that you are mine."

---

"Let's just have some fun, as slow as you like," Ethan replied. He didn't need to be told twice when given an opening and the shirtless man seized Tara's delicate hands and stood up, pulling her slight frame off the log easily after him. Trying not to drag her, like he so desperately wanted to do right now, Ethan forced himself to walk casually as he led her into the tent. There were a couple bedrolls laid out and he teasingly grabbed her shoulders and shoved her down onto one of them so she was lying on her back. It was assertive act, but not as violent as Logan would make it. His older brother would likely have pulled her down by her hair or something similarly caveman-like. But Ethan was not going to be his brother tonight, and he pointedly kept a grin on his face to make it clear he was rough housing and this was all in sexy play. Without waiting for further encouragement, he slid on top of Tara and balanced on his elbows with their hips pressed together. His cock was already hard, a thick bulge that ran down one the legs of his jeans, and he knew she could feel it pressing against her thighs as they shifted into a more comfortable position on the firm bedroll.

"I can definitely warm you up, but I think you need a bath first," Ethan murmured as he hovered his head above Tara's own. The light from the sunset made the inside of the tent a deep, rosy hue, and he relished the sight of her beneath him drenched in that absurdly romantic tint. It would soon be too dark for him to see and he tried to drink in all the details of her beauty to burn into his mind before he'd have to work with touch alone. Of course, those eyes were still the most beguiling feature, her hazel irises now flecked with red, but the high cheek boned and very delicate face around them was worth a lingering gaze. It was her full lips that he looked at last, so luscious and clearly deserving of another quick kiss. "But, all I have is my tongue to wash you with...."

In a teasing hint of what he planned, Ethan started to kiss up Tara's cheek, his clean shaven jaw pressing against her smooth skin as he worked his mouth to her earlobe. Once there, his tongue emerged to slowly flick that soft, sensitive flesh, his breathing would sound loud and heavy as his mouth nuzzled at her ear. While he continued to nibble at her lobe, pulling it with his teeth at times, Ethan shifted his weight onto one elbow and lifted his other hand, gliding it down her smooth flank and then back up in slow strokes, before finally slipping it under her top and wriggling his fingers beneath the cup of her bra as well. He inhaled as he touched the bare skin of one of her tender mounds, fingers squeezing her flesh lightly before he began to caress it with teasing sensuality.

"And I need to wash every inch of you, since you are quite dirty," Ethan said, eying Tara with his best set of smoldering eyes. Behind her, he noticed a coil of rope that was obviously one of Logan's accessories. That sparked a little surge of heat, for what better way to show Logan that he didn't need his help than for his older brother to find that Ethan had already tied Tara up and had his way with her? The means by which he got there didn't matter, whether you held a girl down and hogtied her or she willingly gave you her wrists, the end result was still that she was helpless and at your mercy. And, despite his disgust for Logan's depravities, certain aspects of how Logan liked to play had rubbed off on Ethan. A tied girl, squirming helplessly under his touch as he did anything he wanted to her, well, he couldn't deny that it was arousing and his cock throbbed at the thought. His eyes twinkled and he nodded towards the rope. "Hey, want to play a little game? Ever been tied up and teased to a massive orgasm by a guy's mouth... and while stoned out of your mind?"

He didn’t let it go. Holly was willing to just shrug off his comment and accept whatever excuse he made so that they could get on with their weekend. That wasn’t Logan’s style though. He wasn’t just going to apologize. Had he ever said the word ’sorry’ since she’d met him? Holly couldn’t remember it if so. No, she’d confronted him and he wasn’t simply going to back down from referring to her as a bitch. He was going to convince her that it was a compliment, that being called his bitch was the thing she most wanted, an honor even. Holly thought she recognized the firm hard tone he was using, only it seemed even more stubborn than usual, more controlling. As if he wouldn’t be satisfied until he‘d talked her into saying it aloud herself.

Or fucked her into it.

Holly felt his thick shaft rubbing against her taut belly, one firmed and well-toned from her frequent exercise. Compared to Logan’s mass of solid muscle though it was soft, feminine, yielding to his hard cock as it painted a sticky circle of precum over her flesh. Asshole… she thought angrily as he continued to tell why she should be glad to be called a bitch, to be considered worthy of an ‘alpha dog’ like himself. Why couldn’t he just say ‘sorry’ like a normal guy? Just say that of course their relationship meant something to him and was based on more that just her being a willing fuck. Rough fingers held her neck tightly, making her stare up into his stern eyes, and she winced as he suddenly tore the bra from her body, the band snapping sharply against her tender skin before it came free, and he flung it aside.

A very real, very large part of Holly wanted to walk away right then. He was behaving like a real prick, taking the whole caveman thing from earlier way too far now. At the same time her breath was racing and the sweat beading on her flushed skin was not owing to the heat. Her now bare breasts pushed against his firm abs, the nipples hardening slightly as they rubbed together. “…shit…stop…” she murmured as he tore the button of her shorts open and shoved his hand straight down beneath the elastic, caressing her hot little sex with his blunt dirty fingers. Holly was growing wet and she knew he’d feel that right away, gathering at the ends of her lips like dew. The asshole would probably read it as some kind of proof that he knew her better than she knew herself too, Holly reflected with a darkening blush.

A series of quick aggressive kisses trailed up her neck and she began to relax into it despite herself. They could argue later. This was still a vacation. Logan could say whatever stupid shit he wanted for now if it meant she got a good fuck out of it. Closing her eyes, her lips parted gently, a small moan sounding in the back of her throat as his tongue touched her earlobes…a moan which suddenly turned into a sharp gasp as he bit down painfully hard. “Fuck, Logan!” Holly cried, and at the same moment he grabbed her right breast, squeezing it crudely before tweaking the nipple savagely. He followed it with a rough slap, the pale flesh immediately reddening where his palm had struck it. “Jesus!”

This time Holly shoved him much harder and when she felt no give in his grip, her nails dug a parallel row of dark red scratches down his chest. “You’re talking crazy. Let me go.” When he didn’t a flash of fiery anger shot through her dark brown eyes, and she sucked in a deep breath, causing her breasts to again press firmly against Logan‘s hard body, just before her hand rose up over her head. It came down with a sharp smack against his right cheek, enough to leave a print just the same as he had done. “I said let go!” Holly glared at him, panting lightly, but not actually trying to pull away anymore. His hand still cupping her mound would feel her warm juices beginning to leak unto his fingers. “…I’m not your bitch…”

Words which suddenly sounded more like a challenge than a denial.

****

Tara stumbled after Ethan as he drew her towards the tent. She could feel the eagerness in the tug of his arms and could hear someone giggling, eventually realizing it was herself. Fuck, she really was high. She knew she shouldn’t have went along with smoking that joint just because they were all a bunch of potheads. She needed to keep her wits in tact for these sort of games. It was important. Otherwise she might let herself do something she’d regret later. “Ahh!” she gasped when he suddenly pushed her down on one of the bedrolls, landing with a quiet ‘whuff’ of escaped air. Tara shot him an irritated glare which quickly dissolved into laughter when she saw his boyish grin. He made it so hard sometimes to keep control, really he did. Those fucking blue puppy dog eyes of his were just too sexy, especially when he was smiling that way, causing the edges to crinkle.

Also his cock! Tara could feel it warm and hard against her thigh even through the worn denim of his pants. Her breath caught as he proceed to just stare at her for several long extended moments, openly admiring her tight curves before stopping to meet her gaze, warm breath ghosting over her face. Just the way he looked at her made her feel so sexy and beautiful, intensely desired. That was almost as good as what he was promising to do with his tongue. Tara loved to be wanted, loved to loved, and the expression on his handsome grinning face held more longing than she’d seen in any of her previous boyfriends when he leaned in for a quick kiss. She followed it with a quick one of her own in return, before her head dropped back gently against the bedroll, rich brown tresses spilling around her head like waves of chocolate, pinks lips parted slightly as a hitch came into her excited breathing.

“…God…” she moaned as he kissed his way back to her earlobe, teasing it tenderly between his teeth, letting his tongue trace circles against the tender sensitive spot behind it. Her hands slipped up over his broad shoulders and around his sweaty neck, fingers threading through his soft curly hair. Soon she felt him caressing her left breast beneath her tight crop top and bra, sending additional little shivers of sensation up her back. Tara’s legs began to shift fitfully under them, heels digging into the soft folds of the bedroll as she moaned softly.

“One of us…” she gasped with a little smile bending her pouty lips, eyes dancing with lust, “…one of us is definitely dirty alright…” Tara followed his gaze as it shifted towards nearby pile of loose rope left from putting the tent up. She knew what he was thinking before he even said it and so began to gently shake her head in advance, not entirely comfortable with the idea of being tied up and helpless. Could she really give up control like that and trust him not take things too far? It was too risky and yet…yet Tara felt the fabric of her panties clinging to her lower lips, growing damper by the second, especially at the thought of him using that talented tongue on her pussy. That was something most of her previous boyfriends had never been interested in doing. “…maybe…maybe but…but you have to stop and untie me when I say so, understand?” she whispered breathily.

Logan was panting himself as he held Holly, not from any physical effort, but instead solely from his growing excitement. The throbbing cock trapped between them was bouncing and grinding as Holly squirmed in his grip, sending little thrills of pleasure through his body and building anticipation for when he'd finally get to plunge it into one of Holly's holes. He could just force her down and take her now, but Logan liked the fight she was giving him too much. Most of the thrill he found in hunting was stalking his prey, the final kill shot almost a letdown. It was the same with women, the thrill was in the chase and their sweet reactions to what he did to them. Even his final cum was always better the longer he got to play before.

Holly was struggling to free herself with more effort now, eyes flashing in challenge Logan imagined that the intellectual, modern, and civilized part of her mind resented everything he had just said. She didn't think she was anyone's bitch, no, she probably thought gender equality meant bedroom equality as well. That was what she'd probably lapped up from the castrated and pussy whipped men she'd fucked before Logan, at least. Logan had given her a taste of what a real man was like in the last month, and she'd seem to like it, but tonight he'd show her for real. Now, even as she struggled, he could tell that the other part of her, the raw, primal, and feminine side, was responding to his rough touch and masculine dominance. She was wet in his hand, her sex burning his skin and her mound swollen and juicy. Every little wriggle, jerk, and twist she made was only grinding her core onto his rubbing fingers harder, giving her more pleasure. She might has well have been fucking herself on his hand, and the sticky juices that coated his palm were proof she was as excited as Logan.

He just grinned at her first protests, letting the wet, slurping, and smacking noises coming from between her legs be his reply.

Then she made a last ditch effort to free herself, shocking even Logan with the fury she summoned. Not strong enough to break his grip, her nails clawed his chest and left ten red lines over his hard pecs that made him hiss. Then came to the slap, hard enough to sting and oddly loud in the quiet early evening air. That blow made Logan blink, at least, but his grin only widened and his grip on her didn't budge. The hand on her slit was wearing her down, her own hot arousal starting to consume the prideful anger that had flared at the way he was treating her. Suddenly she wasn't fighting him, but holding on as she yielded to his strength. Her eyes still blazed at him, but lust was winning the war with rage and her final words to him sounded more like a challenge, not a denial.

"My bitch has claws and a sharp tongue, just how I like 'em. Don't give up making me earn you," Logan growled out before giving her another savage, passionate kiss. The hand on the back of her neck swiveled around and he gripped her throat instead, thumb pressing hard against her jaw. He could feel her racing pulse in his fingers as he squeezed that sensitive flesh and lifted her up slightly by her neck, forcing her to rise to her tiptoes in order to breathe. The hand rubbing her sex paused and he slipped two of his meaty fingers into her dripping passage, feeling her hot walls grip tight around the intruding digits as he started to roughly pump her needy hole. He was forcing her to get more turned on, pushing her sexual buttons and making her own body betray her. Logan smiled now, loving that she looked so vulnerable like this, threatened with choking on one end while being finger fucked on the other, all while trying to balance on her toes just to keep up with her panting breaths. "Fuck, you are dripping on me now. You love the feeling of being mine, don't you? Helpless, overpowered, and about to be used like a bitch in heat. I could do anything I want to you. Anything. And that idea is just making you wetter, isn't it?"

Logan knew that Holly would never have admitted before tonight that she wanted a man to dominate her so roughly. She probably even thought the concept was just some misogynistic porn fantasy that created rapists. But fuck if she wasn't getting turned on right now and Logan suspected, like most of his girlfriends, she'd secretly gotten herself off to that very same taboo idea that she pretended outwardly was so vile and despicable. She'd certainly never had a man treat her like Logan was, never been left deliciously teetering between lusting for more pleasure and at the same time fearing what the cost in pain might be. A man who was going to fuck her roughly whether she wanted it or not.

"I'm going to make you my bitch. And you are going to like it. Could you even stop me if you wanted to?"

---

Ethan could have just made out with Tara and sensually explored every inch of her body all night if they were alone. The feel of her hot, nubile body moving against him was mesmerizing enough to make him want to just lie on her and dry fuck her for hours. Still very stoned, every touch, rub, kiss, and caress was amplified to mind shattering levels of pleasure, just her thigh rubbing his cock through his jeans was making him moan. But, Logan lurked in the back of his head and he couldn't enjoy what should be a magical night of intimacy for the new couple. Both the threat of his brother turning this fun trip into a nightmare as well as the perverted tastes he'd forced Ethan to start to crave were filling Ethan's mind, pulling him out of the moment with Tara and into planning of how to fuck her as quickly as possible.

The rope had been a gamble, but the only idea he had about how to get her into a position where he controlled the pace. Ethan had not really expected Tara to agree to tying her up with them, perhaps because he expected she'd see through his intentions. It was awfully kinky given the relatively tame history they'd had together in the bedroom so far, but perhaps the pot she'd smoked, the romantic sunset they were enjoying, or just the natural wildness of being in the woods, had all conveniently conspired to make the normally uptight and prudish girl suddenly want to let loose. Plus, he'd been a sensitive gentleman so far, almost too much of one in fact. Ethan kept his grin steady when she agreed, not wanting to let the surprised relief he felt inside scare her into second thoughts. Planting another long kiss, he murmured a last reassurance. "Anytime you want baby, just tell me and I'll untie you. You'll always be safe with me."

Ethan shifted and pulled himself up, straddling Tara across her waist and effectively pinning her down with his weight as he reached over for the ropes. Eying her as he uncoiled the ten foot length, he nodded at her top which had half a breast hanging out from his earlier fondling.

"Why don't you take your top and bra off before I tie your hands up. They'll only get in the way," Ethan said, licking his lips. He'd seen her naked after their last date, but the room had been dark. There was still just enough light left and he wanted to see her bare breasts with his eyes at last. As he stared in her now lusty hazel eyes, he reached back with a hand and slid it between her thighs to cup her sex. Even through the jean shorts she still had on, he could feel the warmth radiating from her groin as he pressed his palm against her core. He winked at her and tapped his fingers against her mound, like he might impatiently drum them on a desk. "I'll take your shorts off later, when you're ready for your tongue bath."

Holly shook her head defiantly as Logan mocked her in his most arrogant tone. Telling her she loved the way he was treating her right now. That she wanted to be overpowered, to feel helpless in his hands, to be used ‘like a bitch in heat’. He was being such a bastard, and she wasn’t even certain he was playing, really. She knew Logan was aggressive and cocky but this was a whole different thing. It was a little scary actually, especially with the way his fingers had locked around her throat. Her own smaller hands had wrapped around his wrist in return but she couldn’t pull him away. She really was at his mercy and knew it.

The anger wasn’t feigned. He really was pushing things too far. This was going into territory they’d never discussed, and it made her deeply uncomfortable. It felt like they’d passed a point where she was no longer able to say ‘no’ and actually be certain he was going to stop. That made it different than just rough play. Her body unfortunately was less conflicted. The wet slick sound of her moist pussy hugging his fingers as he roughly pumped them back and forth between her legs made her whole face flush brightly. She was gasping as he crudely fucked her with his hand, and her walls were sucking at his fingertips excitedly, enough that she could feel a tendril of her dripping juices traveling down her inner thigh. Holly wasn’t sure ever gotten quite this aroused during their normal foreplay.

Meanwhile her breath was growing ragged as kept the pressure in place. She couldn’t scream, she couldn’t call for help, could only just suck enough air in to keep from choking. Who would come anyways? Ethan? Tara? The heat of her pussy might have been warming his hand but the fear in her wide brown eyes was real as well. She tottered back and forth on her the tips of her toes, fully aware that with just a slight tensing of his powerful arm they’d be left dangling above the ground.

Bitch. I’m going to make you my bitch, he promised in a hard serious tone and she felt the pressure in her chest grow. Could you even stop me if you wanted to? “Logan…I’m serious…that’s enough…” she said between gasps, one of her hands leaving his wrist to claw at his face, shoving under his chin as if to push him away, although there wasn’t much strength in her arm at this awkward angle and with her chest heaving for air. “Stop it. Let me go. This isn’t…I don’t like it…”

The words just hung there though as his fingers punched downward a little harder producing a wet squelching sound from her seeping slit that both of them could hear quite clearly over the still placid lake and the first chirps of the evening’s crickets.

****

Tara explored Ethan’s face closely after he broke his second kiss. Her hazel eyes were wary and there was a kind of innocence in them too as she struggled to trust him. He’d been a good guy so far. He was sweet and considerate and patient. He’d been chasing after her for weeks now, letting her play him along without ever getting too aggressive, too demanding, or trying to guilt her into anything like some guys might. She’d agreed to the trip knowing this might be the time. She still didn’t think this moment was the moment though, Tara had something more romantic in mind for that, maybe blankets near the edge of the lake as the sun set, not in a muggy camping tent with both of them smelling of reefer.

Playing around was fine though. She wanted to feel him down there too, she really did, and Tara told herself she’d reciprocate afterwards . She’d suck his cock in return if he wanted that and what guy ever didn't? That much she could do for him. The ropes made her a little anxious though, especially as he settled himself atop her belly, his heavy weight at once pinning her in place. Her breath rate began to elevate at the knowledge she was, already in a way, trapped. Resting her hands loosely on his hips, she watched his expression with that same hesitant expression, trying to read sincerity in that easy grin. “You promise then. I mean it. I might not… I don’t know if I like it, Ethan. So you have to quit as soon as I say ’stop’ understand?” Her voice grew quite serious. “No, really I mean it. Don’t even joke around, okay? Just stop when I say ‘stop’ …”

He instructed her to remove her top then and she nodded, reaching down with her hands to pull the tight fabric up over her head, revealing a light robin's egg blue bra with lacy trim. She’d worn it expressly with the thought he’d be seeing it later. The edges of her white teeth nipped at her plump lower lip, as Tara squirmed around to undo the clasp and finally drew it aside, cupping one hand over her breasts and then slowly revealing them to him, full and round and whiter than the rest of her tanned body. Ethan’s hand had snaked down at the same moment to tease her sex through her tight denim cutoffs with a few playful taps, causing her to wriggle slightly, legs shifting under them. She wouldn’t have minded if started with that first actually, but she supposed it was his moment in a way. She didn’t want to take over. She wanted him to show a little control for a change.

Placing her tiny wrists together, Tara held them up towards him uncertainly, “Like that? Don’t do it too tight. I don’t want to get, like, burns or scratched up or anything…”

"Don't like it? Or worried that you like it too much?" growled Logan back at Holly's last protest. The girl was getting desperate now, helpless as he held her by her neck and continued to pump his fingers in her now dripping hole. The fear and anger in her eyes was in lovely contrast to her body's shameless response to his touch. She'd clawed at him, pushing at his face and scratching it, but all it took was a small step back to keep her at arm's length and use his longer limbs to put his body out of reach. Despite that, he didn't particularly enjoy leaving her hanging like this. The position proved a point, and it was fun to see her squirm, but the anxiety that the feeling of choking gave most woman made it hard for them to fully come around in the way Logan liked. It was a shock tactic, a way of setting the tone for the rest of the night. In the end, after all his play, manhandling, and rough treatment, he still liked them begging willingly for his cock. Not every woman got there, but the masculine dominant high he felt when he'd worked a girl into submitting was like nothing else. "So... stop me if you don't like it then."

Logan slid forward suddenly, his muscled body moving with surprising athletic grace, and his body crossed behind her like a dancer circling his partner in a spin. The hand on Holly's throat shifted and he pinned her now with his forearm, pulling her back against him as he stood behind her and rubbed his throbbing cock against her back. She could breathe like this, no longer being lifted up, but his arm had just enough pressure to let her know he could still choke her at any time if he wished. The hand buried in her slit paused to tug on her shorts, yanking the khaki fabric and her panties down towards her knees and baring her completely to his touch. With his mouth nuzzled against her cheek, he had a nice view down the front of her body, although her jiggling mounds dominated his vision. That sweet sight of those bouncing breasts was enough to make him start to play with them as he held her tight against him. His touch was rough and assertive, squeezing and kneading her breasts and giving them small, stinging slaps from below.

"When I'm through with you, you'll never have been fucked harder," Logan murmured in her ear, biting her soft lobe as his fingers started to tease her nipples. Those tender nubs were likely still stinging from his slaps, but he touched them now with surprising gentleness. "And if you are a good girl, I can be very, very nice. I just need to get you warmed up first." After giving her that brief carrot of pleasure, his hand suddenly slapped down on her still wet sex, palm hitting her clit as his fingers fell amidst her swollen folds. One, two, and finally three smacks fell on that tender flesh, and then he resumed rubbing her slit, again with a shocking amount of sensual artistry instead of the rough pawing from earlier. His fingers were moving softly, just the fingertips dragging through her folds as his thumb circled around her erect clit. He imagined she was still reeling from the mix of pleasure and pain swirling in her most intimate areas. "Mhmm, yea that's right, I can make you cum so hard if you play along."

Logan brought his hand up to Holly's faces, showing her the glistening, juice covered fingers. Her nectar was shimmering in the fading light, a trickle running down his wrist, and the lurid proof of her body's response was undeniable. Holly's musk filled the air, a sweet and tangy scent of sex that made Logan pant in desire. He took the wet hand and rubbed her face with her own arousal, smearing it against her cheeks and lips before sliding two of his fingers between her lips.

"I've never seen you wetter, bitch. Tell me again that you don't like this, that you don't want to be my bitch."

---

"Baby, I promise! You can trust me," replied Ethan, giving her his best innocent, puppy dog eyes. "Scout's honor. I even know how to tie knots well, so I can untie them quickly. This is just fun, relax."

The dark haired young man felt some buried part of his conscience screaming at him that what he was doing was wrong. Perhaps Logan's approach, just outright rough and violent domination, was almost easier on his victims than what Ethan seemed to be planning. Was it crueler to mislead Tara like this; to abuse her trust, and then get her into a position where she was at his mercy? Ethan pushed the thought aside, he still had this fantasy that he could tease her enough that she'd be begging him to fuck her. It was unlikely, he knew Tara well enough by now to know the girl had enormous self-control when it came to sex. She'd no doubt already decided exactly how, when, and what the plan was for letting Ethan finally fuck her, and he somehow doubted that being tied up in a tent was at all part of whatever girlish and no doubt romantic fantasy she had concocted for the 'special' moment.

The sight of Tara pulling her top off was enough to focus Ethan's stoned mind back on more carnal thoughts. Even Tara's coy tease, hiding her mounds and revealing them at once, was a perfect indication of how much she treasured her body and how high her expectations were for who got to enjoy it. She acted like just letting Ethan look at her breasts was some kind of special honor! The breasts were, however, as delectable as Ethan had imagined and he did feel privileged as his eyes feasted on them. Even flattened from her lying on her back, they were appeared more than full enough to meet Ethan's more modest tastes in chests. And they way they moved while in this position, jiggling and sliding with every breath and movement of her body, was simply mesmerizing. Untanned, they almost glowed in the fading pink light from their brightness, with the dusky buttons of her nipples like two bulls eyes for his eyes to lock onto. The thought of sucking on those sweet buds made Ethan lick his lips in anticipation. Was it possible to make a girl cum from just licking her nipples long enough? It might be worth testing...

Then she was thrusting her crossed wrists at him, the motion forcing her breasts together and creating a little valley of cleavage. Her hazel eyes were a little worried, and he saw some anxiety in her face as she furrowed her brows and asked him if she as doing it right, then reminded him to be gentle. The act of willing submission, and the trust she showed him, sent a surge of lust through Ethan's already aching body. Fuck, she was going to be helpless and in his hands in minutes.

"Yes, baby, that's perfect. This rope is soft, you won't feel a thing," Ethan replied and grasped her small wrists gently. He wrapped the rope around them slowly, keeping eye contact with her and making his motions as sensual and non-threatening as he could. Her arm was so skinny he wound up looping the nylon cord several times around each wrist, halfway up her forearms, before tying it off in an elegant, scout worthy knot. Logan had taught his little brother some useful skills, at least, and her hands were firmly bound now, with no escape possible without someone's help. "There, how does that feel? A little helpless maybe? It's ok, the point is to make this exciting... you'll feel every touch even more, knowing you can't stop me. Just embrace it, give yourself to me."

"Now.. let me get comfortable," Ethan said and stood up, smiling at the sight of the trussed girl below him. Straddling her half-naked form, he slowly unbuttoned his jeans. Winking at her, he pulled them and his Calvin Klein boxer briefs down, stepping out of them with casual ease. His cock sprung out, fully hard and eager to finally be free of the tight confines it had been trapped in for the last fifteen minutes. Ethan watched Tara's eyes as it bounced slightly, throbbing visibly above her bound form. Veined, thick, and long, he wasn't quite as big as Logan, but on his smaller frame the cock looked more impressive. And if she looked beyond his cock, the body that towered over her wasn't musclebound and hulking, like Logan, but was still toned, chiseled, and undeniably masculine with that big, hard cock sticking straight out. He knew she thought he was hot, and he enjoyed letting her drink his nude form in while illuminated in the soft, fading red light of the dying day.

Outside, the moon was rising and night had come to the wilderness. Ethan felt a similar primal urge calling him, like Logan, to release the savage side he hated. This scene playing out in the tent could be a thousand years old, a tribal hunter standing over some woman he'd captured in a raid. The idea of having his way with her almost felt natural, like a scene repeated throughout the history of Man and imprinted now in Ethan's unconscious mind like instinct. A strong man, a helpless woman, and sex in the air. He had to control himself, he still wanted to do this his way, not Logan's, but it would be so easy to break down.

The smile Ethan gave Tara was playful, reassuring, and then he let his eyes roam her half-naked and tied body. Reaching down, he gripped his thick shaft and began to stroke himself, his breath quickening as his cock pulsed with pleasure from every pump of hist fist. He liked the feeling her watching him jerk himself, using her supine form to get off. It made the lewd act feel more like a form of sexual worship, like he was overwhelmed with lust from the sight of her and just couldn't help himself. His voice was thick and husky with desire when he finally spoke, saying, "Fuck, you make me hot baby. You are so gorgeous. You like what you see, baby? I think it's time for your bath."

Holly’s feet inched backwards as Logan held her out at arms length. Her hands were no longer able to find any purchase on his face and a hard heavy ball formed in stomach. It was no longer just a threat or a tease. She was actually helpless in his hands now. There was no getting loose of him unless he chose to let her loose. He had complete and total control. If Logan wished, he could press down with those rough fingers and choke her until she was gagging…or until she was saying whatever he wanted her to say just to make him stop. It was incredibly frightening and eye-opening both. To actually to be made to feel this vulnerable, this completely at the mercy of another. It was also… no, she didn’t want to think that word, and yet her pussy continued to throb hungrily, dripping over his hand as he held her there with that same arrogant self-assured look on his fate. As if he had a right to do this simply because he said so.

Suddenly her shoulders were flat against his back and her feet were on solid ground again. The pressure on her throat was gone, although his thick forearm remained wrapped firmly around her shoulders. A slight adjustment and he would be cutting her air off again. Something warm and slick trailed along the small of her back -- his cock she realized -- and his hot breath gusted warmly along the side of her face until his scruffy cheek was nuzzled against her own. The hand that had been plunged under her waistband quickly saw to unbuttoning her shorts, the loose fabric pooling around her ankles. Her panties were displaced with several quick rough tugs, and Logan left them entwined around her knees, restricting her ability to run even if she did pull herself free.

Her pants breaths unconsciously turned into soft plaintive moans as began to play with her breasts. “…Fuck…” Holly muttered as his hands squeezed the firm sensitive flesh, the perfect smooth globes filling his big hands nicely as he kneaded and tugged, pinched and rolled them under his calloused palms. Every now and then when it seemed she had almost started to drift away into the raw sensations of his play, he would add a sharp stinging little slap, making her wince, and remember just what was happening. It was very nearly rape, very nearly…she’d asked him to stop…told him to quit…and…

The moan rose in volume as he teased her nipples between surprisingly gentle fingertips, causing them to harden in the cool evening air. His mouth again wrapped around her earlobe and some primal part was tempted to crane her neck around and find his mouth, to press her lips against his own and draw her hands up around him possessively. To give him what he wanted, to scream for him to take her right now, right here, to make her his…

A pained hiss exploded between her clenched teeth as Logan slapped his palm down directly on her sex, producing a lewd wet smack. His fingers brushed her clit as they connected twice more and it stung. It hurt. She started to struggle against him again, attempting to direct hard elbow into his ribs, when the hand returned, this time tenderly stroking her engorged lips, fingertips scraping sensuously over her folds. There came another hiss as he rolled his thumb over her now swollen nub, but it wasn’t pained this time, and her hips thrust forward slightly, body craving his attentions, desiring the promise that pressed so hot and hard against her now bare ass.

Reaching up he painted her cheeks with her own slick musky juices making her flinch, making her take it between her lips. Tell me you don’t like this, he challenged, that you don’t want to be my bitch. Her eyes narrowed and her chest heaved as she shifted again, rubbing against his hard masculine body. “You’re a bastard,” she whispered huskily, the edge of her tongue poking between her lips where her moisture still glistened.

What Holly did not do, however, was disagree with him.

****

Tara simply watched in fascination as Ethan coiled the rope around her arms, binding her wrists together, rendering her hands essentially useless. It was not as coarse as she’d worried but it was not exactly comfortable either. There was an awkwardness to having her arms permanently crossed in front of her this way and she couldn’t help but reflect on all the things it prevented her from doing. The ease with which Ethan tied the knot had also surprised her more than little. Had he done this before? She thought she knew him but did she really? She hadn’t even realized he was a regular marijuana smoker until this trip.

What if he doesn’t untie me?

That was being paranoid though. She’d look like a wimp and a ditz both if she called for him to stop already, having just started. Tara didn’t want him to think she was no fun or boring in the bedroom. She could be adventurous too. It’s just she didn’t like taking things too fast or being seen as easy or someone who could be taken for granted. That was okay for girls like Holly maybe who probably just wanted to be liked and get hang out with the guys. Tara wanted more than that. Besides, sex wasn’t something that was constantly on her mind. She had to feel something fist before she wanted it, and admittedly she felt something now.

Ethan stood up and slowly slid his faded jeans down his lean legs until his cock sprung free. Tara had to smother a pot-fueled giggle then. Not because there anything wrong with him of course. He was definitely hot, sexy, and she felt a keen desire to reach up and feel him, to run her thin delicate fingers tenderly along his thick length. It was just the whole idea of being in the middle of the forest with him standing above her, his cock already half erect, like some kind of primitive savage, while she lay prone at his feet with her hands bound in ropes. It was ridiculous in her mind. She wasn’t even sure what she was supposed to feel exactly.

He began to stroke himself and smile faintly as he grew larger. If nothing it proved without a doubt that he found her every bit as hot as he kept claiming. That was good. And Tara knew between the skimpy outfit and sexy underwear and little flirty touches that she’d allowed him throughout the day that she’d been teasing him relentlessly. He did deserve some kind of reward.

“I love what I see, baby. I think you were right too. I really am feeling very very dirty right now,” her long dark lashes lowered over her eyes, giving them a hooded beckoning look as she traced the very tip of her tongue slowly over her full glossy pink lips. Tara shifted her hips just slightly, fumbling with the button with her bound fingers, which was trickier than it looked. “I really hope you can get me clean…”

Logan was starting to feel his groove building with Holly. That initial struggle was always fun as it could swing either way, he'd had plenty of complete melt-downs before as well. Holly was stronger than that, though, no, what he wanted was to slowly break her down and get her to submit. He liked that it might take some time, and actually preferred it. She was still struggling, there was no doubt about that as he caught another sharp elbow in his ribs that made him grunt, but her body's response was growing stronger. However, Logan was happy to see that his softer touches were making her realize that he wasn't going to just choke, beat, and hurt her. Those pleasurable caresses were tempting her into wondering what he had planned and just how much she might enjoy it, degrading as it might be.

All her struggling, squirming attempts to free herself were turning Logan on even more, her body pressing delightfully against his throbbing cock. She was also growing hungry for his touch, the good touch at least, the kind that made her gasp with pleasure and drive her hips against his fingers. Her last words, calling him a bastard as her pink tongue lapped her own arousal from her fingers, made him chuckle. Yes, she was going to be a lot of fun if she kept that attitude. Very fun.

"Get on your knees, bitch," Logan grunted and reached with the hand she had been sucking on and tangled it within her blonde locks. He released his forearm from her throat and tugged her down in a twisting motion using a fistful of her hair. He sent her sprawling her onto her hands in the soft grass by the lake, panties and shorts still in a bunch around knees. Logan's belt was conveniently on the ground next to her, and he knelt by her side as he picked it up the thick black strip that had so many uses. He kept a firm grip on Holly's hair, holding her in place on fours next to him, and dragged the belt's metal studs on her upper back. "Let's get your collar on then."

The thick, studded black leather was wrapped around her delicate neck and then pulled tight, giving her both a collar and a leash as Logan held the end in his hand. An exploratory tug forced her up to knees, ass resting on her heels, as Logan stood and moved in front of her. His cock, sorely teased, was ragingly hard with a drop of pre-cum forming as it throbbed in front of Holly's upturned face. He stood there, looking at her for second and enjoyed the sight of her leashed and kneeling, like a good pet. Logan gripped his thick rod and waved it in the air teasingly. Then he said, in a commanding tone, "Keep your hands down, behind your back. Don't fucking lift them."

Smack.

He slapped his thick meat across her face, hard enough to turn her cheek and shock her, though Logan had to hold back as he was using his sensitive dick not his hand. A quick tug on the belt forced her face right back to where it had been. Then another smack, as he reversed the motion and cock slapped her other cheek. Gripping her leash tightly to hold her face still, he whipped his heavy cock around her face and peppered her with smaller blows, the big, bulbous tip tapping her forehead, chin, nose, and lips. He wasn't try to hurt her, this was just another way of showing how much power he held over her right now. His cock dominated her vision, scent, hearing, and touch, impossible to ignore and insistent, 'in her face' literally. He was in charge completely, and could do whatever he wanted to her, no matter how humiliating. And what he needed now was a nice, brutal face fucking to start to take the edge off his almost painfully hard cock.

"What are you looking at, bitch? Suck your man's cock when he puts it in front of your face like that. Hurry, try and get it in your mouth before I slap you again, this time with my hand," ordered Logan, teasing her mouth with the large tip of his cock, planning on keeping it just out of reach of her lips if she started trying to suck on it. Let her fight and bob to get him in her mouth.

---

Ethan felt a surge of heat at Tara's encouragement. His prissy girlfriend hadn't talked to him like that ever before and her dirty words made him only hornier. She was trying to unbuckle her denim shorts, and failing, and that little act reminded Ethan that she still had a bit of movement, and hence control. Well, that just wouldn't do. He didn't want her wriggling away, or trying to block his actions with her bound arms.

"Not uh, naughty girl, remember, I'm in charge. I'll take your shorts off," said Ethan, letting go of his cock and kneeling down above Tara's waist. He grabbed her bound hands and moved them up, dragging them over his balls and down his shaft, his own hands closing around hers to have her pump his length, almost masturbating himself with her fingers. "Mhmm, yeah, I think we need to make sure you don't do anything naughty unless I allow you."

With a moan of regret, Ethan lifted Tara's hands up, pulling them over her head and scooting forward to reach towards the tent wall. He gave her another deep kiss as his torso passed by her head, then slid his knees up to her armpits as he reached far above her head. Using another short piece of rope, he tied her wrists to one of the loops inside the tent used to hold the poles. It wasn't as effective as tying her to a real wall, but it would keep her hands above her head. The only way she could free herself would be to somehow shake the tent off all its stakes and collapse it. Even then, she wouldn't get far running while dragging a six person tent behind her. As he tied her, he noticed that his stretching over her head to fasten the ropes was bringing his shaft and balls to hover inches above her face. He could feel Tara's warm breath on that sensitive flesh. Glancing down at her, he groaned and murmured, "Want to give it a lick while I finish this?"

Holly heard Logan chuckle but this time the flare of anger she felt was much smaller. She ready for him to back up his words, and make use of that warm length that was pressing so tautly, so promisingly against her back. She decided she could be mad at him later. Whatever discussion they needed to have about limits and so on could wait until the need rapidly building between her legs had at least been sated.

What she wasn’t ready for was the sense of helpless disorientation that came with him jerking her off her feet by her tussled blonde hair. Holly landed on her hands with a startled gasp, the softness of the thick grass keeping the fall from actually being very painful, but she still felt the loose dirt spread between her fingers and scrap under her knees. Asshole! The tangle of clothe around her feet and legs made rising up to her feet difficult and before she knew he’d wrapped his belt directly around her throat, cinching it tight with a quick jerk. Her fingertips scrabbled at the leather’s glossy edge but Logan’s strength was enough that he could easily prevent her from pulling it free just by winding it around his big hand.

He pulled her up unto her knees with a hard tug , and she glared at him hatefully when he walked around to face her with an arrogant expression, his fully erect cock leading the way. Angry words formed on the tip of her tongue but for some reason she bit them back, just letting him stand there examining her naked body as she knelt before him leashed and panting lightly. When finally she did move to open her mouth something warm slapped her on the cheek, producing a lewd meaty thwak in the quiet evening air. Then again, this time across the other cheek, followed by her forehead and then almost teasingly over her partially open lips. Logan continued to slap her with his big cock for several seconds straight, leaving little spots of precum glistening on her cheeks, until Holly’s whole face was burning hotly from embarrassment. It was by the most intentionally humiliating purely domineering act that any man had ever done to her.

It made her mad. It made her hot.

Logan barked out an order for her to start sucking him off or he’d take to using his hand instead. Keeping her palms pressed against her bare thighs as he ordered, she craned her neck forward to take his length between her open lips, and he just as quickly pulled it away. She tried twice more and soon her flush was extending all the way down her neck. Holly looked up, sending daggers in his direction, but he seemed unmoved by her expression, and after a moment they darted nervously towards his free hand, wondering if he was really going to follow through. There was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him, except…

Bobbing her head towards his cock with greater speed, she just managed to touch it with her tongue before he pulled it back again, very nearly causing her to fall forward onto her face, if not for the belt holding in her place. “…please…” Holly murmured between gritted teeth, the leather biting into her soft white neck, not wanting to be slapped by him, “…please let me suck your cock…”


****

Naughty girl.

The edge of Tara’s lip quirked up as Ethan called her that, bending down to grab her bound hands away from her shorts. Where he placed them instead brought a quick touch of her color into her cheeks though. Drawing her fingers over his balls, he then wrapped them gently around his hard cock, drawing her hands up and down the smooth warm length. She could feel him spring to life at her light touch, soft palms caressing him at Ethan‘s direction, the edge of her thumb touching the swollen head and running around the tip, wet with sticky precum.

How would that feel inside her, she mused to herself. Part of her truly did want to find out, probably almost as badly as he did. Tara had often wondered just what kind of lover Ethan would be. She assumed considerate and caring just like he was in other things. All this business with the rope and him insisting on taking control was a lot more adventurous and kinky than she ever would have guessed actually. His brother, oh definitely, she just bet he gave that slutty little tomboy girlfriend of his quite a fucking whenever they were alone together. Part of her wondered what that felt like too, although she was pretty sure Logan’s brash obnoxious behavior would wear on her nerves pretty fast. She preferred Ethan, and if it turned out he wasn’t quite as boring as she suspected in the bedroom, that was all the better, so long as he respected her limits.

Tara wasn’t actually sure what those limits were though. As he pulled her hands away from his cock and drew them up over her head, the uncertainty returned, as well as a little thrill of excitement. This was completely new territory for her and she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. It definitely made her heart race when he looped the rope into one of the rings along the tent’s wall, leaving her stretched and vulnerable before him, his lean muscular legs now straddling her chest. Which also had the effect of drawing his now throbbing cock directly level with her face, the tip very nearly pressing against her lips without his awareness. She was thinking of protesting or at least making a joke, when she heard him groan and ask her to lick it.

“What do I get if I do?” Tara whispered back with another suppressed giggle, flexing her fingers as he tightened the ropes. Without waiting for him to answer, she touched the base of his erection with the tip of her tongue and slowly drew up his length, before tracing it around the head. “I thought you were going to clean me first. And then maybe I clean you afterwards…”

Holly was obeying him, albeit grudgingly. The glares she was sending him were exactly the response Logan enjoyed, a constant reminder that every act was still an exertion of his will upon her. She wasn't beaten down, hadn't given up, and wasn't cowed. Perhaps she rationalized that 'playing along' was the safest route, her angry looks a not so subtle reminder that she still was upset about how he was treating her and he might hear about it later. Maybe the act was a defense mechanism for her, a means of downplaying a real, more embarrassing reason she was obeying him, that she couldn't stop him if she wanted and was incredibly aroused at being treated like this. That was what Logan liked to believe at least, she certainly smelled horny, needy and willing. Just as he'd shocked her senses with pain and pleasure, he'd confused her mind with cruel dominance and twisted love, and she was naturally falling into wanting to please him to get what she desired, and that seemed to be a rough hard cum.

A good little bitch in the making, but how far would she go? Logan hadn't found one yet that would go as low and dark as he desired.

Her face was flushed a hot red in embarrassment after he'd cock whipped her face. But she still didn't try to move, despite the anger she summoned again in her eyes. She looked restless, her nipples still rock hard nubs, and Logan sensed if anything she was even more turned on now after that humiliating display of dominance. The more he treated her like a sexual plaything, a horny slut to abuse, the more her own heat seemed to grow. She was liking it, way more than she wanted to admit, and forcing her to bob and chase his cock with her mouth only made her embarrassment worse. Suddenly she was actively trying to please him, like the tables were turned, and now all she wanted to to do was capture that elusive rod of meat in her mouth to suck it. She wanted it enough to finally beg him to give it to her.

"Since you asked so sweetly," Logan replied, with a little grin. The surge of lust he felt from hearing the dirty request was quite strong, begging girls never got old it seemed. The teasing stopped and he lined up his big rod with Holly's pursed lips, staring deep into her still annoyed eyes. She might have been about to say something, he wasn't sure, but a quick snap of his hips forward and his cock snuffed out any ability to speak. The big, swollen tip darted forward and pressed between her lips, plunging into her mouth while his hand gripped her leash tight to hold her in place. The feeling was exquisite after so much teasing, a warm, hot and very wet embrace that felt silky smooth. "Mhmm, fuck yes. Damn your mouth feels good right now."

"Ok.. Yes. Now... oh fuck... keep your fucking hands down! Just your mouth," grunted out Logan, eyes fixed on Holly as his cock stretched her lips wide. He just had the head and the first couple inches in her and moved it around gently with his hips. He pushed out against her cheeks to force them to bulge and then fucked her with an inch or so of his length, just getting comfortable. His free hand reached down and raked through her hair, almost petting her, before it settled in to grip the back of her head and start to guide her face forward onto his cock. Panting slightly at every little twitch of her mouth on his rod, Logan finally nodded down at Holly and licked his lips. "Now, yes, let's see you suck it. Mhmm.. that's it. Take as much as you can by yourself. Oh yes. Try to swallow my cock, bitch."

---

"Mhmmm. Fuck.. god that feels good," groaned out Ethan, shutting his eyes at the electric touch of Tara's tongue down his entire shaft. The teasing, ending swirl on his sensitive tip made his dick twitch, another little drop of pre-cum welling out. He had to finish this last knot, which he did with shaking hands as Tara's tongue teased him relentlessly. Then he sat back on his haunches, his bare ass resting against Tara's breasts, soft cushions for this thighs to enjoy as he kept most of his weight in his legs. Gripping his rod, he moved the tip around Tara's lips slowly, tracing their full outline and then teasingly rubbing the swollen head around her mouth. A glistening trail of pre-cum and saliva followed, leaving her lips and chin shimmering in the dim tent. "Well, I guess I did promise to clean you first, but you've gone ahead with your naughtiness and given me a different idea already."

Ethan shifted back and stood up, turning to kneel at her side, and began to work her tight jean shorts off her hips. Tugging them and her panties down, he pulled them free from her legs and tossed them aside. She was finally naked, sprawled out before him and tied up helplessly. The sight was enough to make his cock throb and a surge of dark ideas flooded his tortured mind. Logan would have a field day with a girl like this, and Ethan couldn't deny that some of the things his brother might do would be awfully fun right now.

"Mhmm, baby, I can't believe how sexy you are. Maybe I do want a lick... but I have to touch first... close your eyes and enjoy," said Ethan after he took a deep calming breath to reel himself him. Her body was so nubile, her skinny frame stretched long, but with a hint of curve showing in just the right places. He let his hands roam that sensual paradise slowly, starting with her neck and then gliding down. Stoned as he was, the feel of her hot, slightly sweaty, and silken smooth skin under his sensitive fingers and palms was magical. Her breasts were soft and full, compressing easily in his grip, with only their hard nipples interrupting the velvety feel. Her stomach was taut and smooth, heaving slightly with her breathing as his hands worked lower still. As he reached her pelvis, avoiding her mound for now, he stood up and moved between her legs and spread her before him. The last glow of the sun mixed with the full moon to let him see her revealed fully before him, her sex parting like a flower and moist pink petals opening for his gaze. She was wet, glistening in the silvery light, and the pink of her swollen lips gave way to the darker red of her inner folds, hinting of the hole he so badly wanted right now. His hands were trembling with desire as they traced along her sensitive inner thighs in small circles, moving higher and higher, until at last he took a single finger and dragged it through her wet slit, flicking her clit at the end. "Fuck, I want you so badly. So fucking badly."

Ethan's hands were forceful now, grabbing her inner thighs above her knees and spreading her wider, forcing her legs up and out as his faced lowered to her dripping mound. He dove into her juicy, hot slit with his mouth, the sensual teasing of a second ago was replaced by a wild, needy passion as he started to eat her sex like a hungry animal. He gave her deep, lip smacking, and sucking kisses throughout her most intimate spot, using his lips, his tongue, even a little of his teeth at times, feasting on every wrinkle and fold within her sodden slit. Her sex was Ethan's entire world now, dominating all his senses. Her taste was addictive as he savored her arousal, tangy and sweet, and her sexual musk filled his nostrils, overwhelming him and making his blood run hot. His eyes were locked on her glistening folds while his ears heard that tender flesh squish and smack loudly against his nuzzling mouth. She was hot and wet against his lips, her fire stoking his arousal to new heights. Kissing her sex was mesmerizing, but the idea of making her cum started to take hold and he began to be more focused.

As the initial rush of passion faded, Ethan's tongue became his main tool, that wet muscle began slithering through her lips, probing her tight entrance, and circling the wrinkled hood that hid her clit. It even darted lower, dropping down to circle her sensitive and taboo pucker, covered in overflowing juices from the pussy just above. That hole might be a virgin one still, Ethan thought with a grin, reminding himself to explore it later at some point. Lifting his jaw back up, he started to lap at her mound like a cat at a milk bowl, trying to drink down all of her nectar and failing as more kept coming. In vain, he tongue fucked her entrance, trying to jam his wriggling, slippery tongue deeper into her to stem the flood of juices that coated his cheeks and chin. But finally, he wound up circling her clit again and again, until at last he took that throbbing button into his mouth to suck on, tongue flicking it inside his lips, as his fingers began to tease her entrance. One slipped it, than another, and as he finger fucked her he lifted his head and finally spoke.

"Fuck, you are just too fucking dirty. I'm going to need to use my cock."

Red faced and seething, Holly looked up into Logan’s arrogant grin with narrowed eyes, hating how he seemed to be relishing the moment. He felt he was winning. That he was proving his point. She didn’t like giving him that, not after the way he’d behaved when she confronted him, but they’d already gone too far. If she was going to walk away from him she should have done it sooner. But would he have let you? a nagging voice asked, the same one that had told her to struggle and fight back from the very start. It had started to gradually recede though, growing quieter as the heat in her dripping sex steadily increased.

She started to speak, to say something sarcastic and let him know he wasn’t completely in charge, when his hipped rocked forward and the first few inches pressed between her lips. The generous layer of sticky precum he’d spread over the tip while rubbing himself against her stomach and back immediately dissolved onto her tongue, filling her mouth with his musky taste. “Nnngg!” Holly grunted as he jerked the belt just a little tighter, pulling her towards his tentatively thrusting length, fucking her at angle so that his cock caused her cheeks to pouch outwards as he poked against them. Reaching up to grab the base and steady him, he shouted for her to keep her hands down and reluctantly she dropped them limply into her lap.

Finally he gripped the back of her head, thick fingers threading through her silky blonde hair, instructing her to start pleasuring him. With her hooded brown eyes still smoldering, Holly ran her tongue along the underside of his throbbing manhood, the tip caressing his smooth length. She followed with her moist lips, wrapped tightly around his girth as she lowered herself down onto him. When the head threatened to reach the back of her throat and make her gag, she stopped and slowly pulled back, cheeks indenting as she began to suck him in earnest. The motion of her bobbing head caused her now tussled hair to spill over her face and bare shoulders, strands of it sticking to her forehead and falling into her eyes. Closing them tight, shutting off the still infuriating image of Logan’s smirking face, she let herself drift into the moment, until the lewd wet sounds of her mouth was filling both their ears.

****

Tara watched Ethan as he shifted to a crouch at her side, her tongue snaking out to lick away the glistening precum from her lips and chin. The little denim shorts she’d worn just for him had to be unbuttoned and unzipped all the way before he could work them down her tanned thighs as there was very little give in the tight fabric. Her dampened panties followed, and she loved the enraptured look on his face, as though he couldn’t decide where or how to start. He settled on his hands and she made no argument as his warm fingers started glide over her long neck to cup her soft breasts.

A little moan sounded in her throat as he gave them a tender squeeze on his way down, rough fingertips tracing the hard dark knots of her nipples, before sliding over the sweat slick incline of her flat belly. Her chest was heaving in anticipation by the time he reached her little mound, gently spreading her open as he examined her wet folds. Breathing through her mouth, she studied Ethan’s face in return with her large hazel eyes, wanting to reach out and feel the hard curve of his jaw line. Her hands were still bound though and all she could do was shift her legs up and down fitfully as he stroked her soft inner thighs, drawing things out with expert patience despite the way his cock was obviously throbbing in desire. When his finger finally snapped out to flick her clit she groaned aloud.

“I want you too, baby. I want you too…” she answered to his hungry praise, meaning every word of it, heart thrumming with want. If her hands were free she would have drawn them around his head, pulling him down, but she had to wait until he was ready. Ethan was in control. It felt so very strange to Tara but maybe not so bad. It was serving to prolong and lengthen the moment, and she could appreciate that, understanding that good things had to build. And this had been building for what seemed like ages now…

“…oh, God, yes…!” she whispered as Ethan disappeared between her legs, only the curly top of his head visible as he began to ply her sex with wet sloppy kisses. His tongue traced random patterns over her folds and lips pressed warmly against her wetness, teeth nipping playfully without being painful. Eventually he began to push inside her and she drew her hips up to meet him, every brush of his moist darting tip across her nub making her whimper in excitement. Her lips parted and her eyes widened suddenly when he dipped down unexpectedly, exploring her other hole briefly to her surprise, before returning his attention to her pussy, lapping, probing, swirling, making her juices run across his chin and onto to the bedroll. Wriggling in the restraints, toes curling slightly, Tara moaned loudly as he began to focus directly on her clit, feeling a climax coming on, and then…

“Yes, yes…“ Tara muttered, a word she’d been quietly repeating, until she realized what he’d just said. “Wait…Ethan, no…I said I’m not ready…what you were doing…that’s good, that’s so good, don’t stop, I…” She craned her neck up as she understood he’d been serious. “Ethan, don’t, I’m not kidding. I said not this time…maybe…maybe you’d better untie me…” Her sex was still glistening and she wanted him so badly, but she’d no, he couldn’t make that decision for her this way, he had to respect her rules…

"Mhmm... that's a good little bitch. Suck your man's cock, show him you love him," murmured Logan, panting loudly now as his pulse quickened with every bob of Holly's face on his cock. His hand was resting on the back of her head, guiding her, but not forcing her at all yet. His girlfriend was doing a decent job at sucking him, she'd had a fair bit of practice by now and knew her way around his big cock, but like most women, she was a little nervous about trying to deep throat a monster pipe of meat like Logan packed. The will had been there in the past, but the mind likely didn't think it was possible. With a little extra urging, however, Logan was very optimistic she could handle it. "Now take a little more, bitch. Open that throat for me. Swallow with every push."

His fingers squeezed her scalp and Logan started to buck his hips to meet her bobbing head. She was already leaking pre-cum and saliva, overflowing her lips and dribbling down her chin to land on her swinging breasts. The extra length he was now forcing into her mouth, pushing against the back of her throat, would only make her drool even more. Keeping her leash tight, he started to push on her head while his hips drove forward harder, forcing more than half his length into her. He didn't expect her to keep sucking after the sudden increase of cock in her mouth, and when he felt her hesitate, he transitioned to holding her head tight using the hand tangled in her hair and fucking her face with his own power.

"Hands at your sides, don't fucking move them," Logan growled out. With her hair in disarray, he couldn't see her face and most of all missed the emotion of her eyes. Using the hand holding her leash, he brushed her hair back from her forehead to look down at her directly again. Gripping her skull with two hands now, he started to pump his cock into her open mouth, forcing more and more of his length into her throat with every thrust. He was fucking her face hard now, driving his thick rod faster and pushing deeper into her throat as he trapped her head with his hands. He held her down after one long thrust, inches from bottoming out, until she was starting to turn red, and then pulled out completely. With no hesitation, he slapped her cheek as she was gasping for air and spitting out drool. He then pulled her head back into alignment and thrust his cock back in, resuming his hard and deep pace immediately. "Don't move your hands. Stay still. Swallow it all. I won't stop until you take my cock all the way down your fucking throat."

She had just enough to time to steal quick breaths and fight back gags as his cock slid in fast and hard, over and over again. Logan was using her head like a fuck receptacle, rough, dominating, and selfish. He kept filling her with his meat relentlessly as his body arched with pounding cock. His pleasure was building, Holly's throat a white hot tunnel of pleasure that was sending lances of bliss up his spine. Another deep thrust, Logan again holding her against him with his cock buried deep, and then he let her up only to immediately slap her red face again, sending drool flying. Logan was almost as out of breath as she was, gasping and groaning with pleasure as he panted out his terse orders again. "Try harder, bitch. Swallow it."

The dripping wet cock was shoved back in, this time driving hard into her stretched and abused throat, pushing in deep until, with a loud groan Logan fed his entire length into her throat, her nose buried into his stomach and tongue on his balls. How long could she hold him like this? Every vibration, groan and spasm of her throat was sending delicious ripples of pleasure through his manhood. He was in heaven.

"Fuck, yes, YES! Mhmm.. damn.. that's my bitch.. oh god.. fuck, fuck.. Good bitch!"

---

Ethan thought he'd won Tara over. Certainly, his tongue lashing of her sweet pussy had put her on the edge. He'd never seen her cum and knew little about her sexual responses yet, but all the signs had been clear. Her moaning, fast breathing, the writhing of her hips against his face, and even the quivering of her tight passage around his thrusting fingers all marked a girl on the brink of a massive orgasm. She should be begging for his cock now, desperate to cum, and most certainly should not be remembering her stupid hang-ups about not having sex until she was ready. Fuck, if she wasn't ready now, when was she ever going to be?

"W-what? Baby? You don't want me to fuck you?" Ethan sputtered out, truly shocked. His fingers were pumping in her still hot sex, thumb idly rubbing her clit, but he was suddenly crestfallen. His grand plans of teasing her to begging for his cock had come crashing down because Tara evidently had enormous self-control. Way too much fucking self-control. Even tied up, naked, and being eaten out for almost ten minutes, she still had the ability to say no. And no meant no of course, right? Ethan pondered the question in his head as he studied her, fingers still moving.

He should just fuck her. It would be so easy. She'd yell and complain, but he bet he'd be able to pound her into a massive orgasm that might soften her anger. She was unlikely to say much when Logan and Holly returned, especially since she'd agreed to be tied up. It's not like he hit her or something. Who knows, Logan still might have things planned that made Ethan's violation look tame in comparison. At that point, Ethan might not even care anymore because the relationship would be ruined, the trust gone anyway. Fucking her was what his dick wanted, that was for sure. Fuck, he wanted her right now and wanted to cum so badly. But, there was still a chance, and he didn't want to be his brother. Maybe he could try one other tactic...

"Alright baby, don't worry, I'd never do that unless you wanted it. Let's keep playing, let me make you cum tied up like this. It's sexy," Ethan murmured and slid his hand out of Tara's wet passage. He scooted up her body, straddling her on all fours and gave her a deep, wet kiss, letting her taste her musky juices as he swirled his tongue into her mouth. "I promised you a cum and a tongue bath. And I'm not done cleaning you yet afterall."

Ethan grabbed her shoulders and twisted her, flipping her around onto her belly. Lowering his body against her, he rubbed his naked skin against her backside, his throbbing cock brushing against her ass and lower back as he started to kiss and nuzzle her neck. Teasingly, he nibbled her ear and started to lick and suck the back of her neck, his mouth moving lower until her was nibbling on her shoulders. "Baby, I want to lick you all over."

Ethan let his mouth explore her lower, kissing and licking her upper back and tongue trailing over the defined ridges of her shoulder blades before drifting down her spine. His hand reached down, between her thighs, and he began to rub her wet slit again, giving a steady, rhythmic pressure designed to keep her hot and ready for him. Down he went, teasingly licking her sensitive flanks, until he was kneeling between her spread legs, his head over her tempting, heart shaped ass as he kissed her lower back right above.

"All over baby," Ethan said as his mouth began to explore her ass cheeks, biting and kiss those full, firm globes that jiggled with his touch. And then, his mouth was at the top of her crack and he used both hands to part her cheeks, teasingly dragging his tongue down that most taboo valley, lower and lower, until he was licking her other hole. She was still coated in juices from her pussy from his earlier attention, and he circled that sensitive ring playfully before lifting his head and placing a fingertip on her rosebud. He pressed against that tight hole, rubbing it gently. Tara might be one of those girls that would rather have someone fuck her ass instead of her pussy, thinking the pussy more sacred. Or, more likely, the idea of his cock in her tight, virgin rear would terrify her. One of Logan's strongest lessons was that you could get a girl to do whatever you wanted by giving her the choice between a bad option and a worse one, she'd suddenly find one of them a lot more palatable. "Maybe you want me to fuck you here instead? Is that what you want baby? You want me to fuck your ass instead of your pussy?"

Then he plunged the finger into her ass.

Holly tried to just concentrate on the task at hand, forcing any other thoughts from her head, especially Logan’s little comments. Her lips engulfed his thick member, stroking his length with her tongue, and occasionally letting the tip lance out to caress his balls. She set a slow but steady rhythm, the sounds of her sucking drowning out the rest of the ambient forest noise. Her thoughts began to drift with the regular bobbing of her head and she suspected he would soon get off and this unusual little game would be over.

Logan jerked her back into the moment. Open your throat, he ordered, hands tightening around her head, and it was her eyes that shot wide first. His hips began to thrust forward, forcing his thick cock even deeper into her mouth, the action causing the slick wet sheen around her lips and chin to turn into an actual flow as ropes of cum and saliva dribbled from her stretched mouth. “Guk!” Holly choked as she felt the tip his cock brush the back of her throat. Her hands rose up towards his thighs for leverage, to push him back, and he ordered them back down at once.

Two thick fingers, still wet from thrusting into her now empty aching pussy, hooked the strands of hair hanging over her face and pulled them back. The look in them was now equal amounts of fury and fear as his hands clamped down harder, and she knew what was about to follow. “Mmm,” Holly protested, trying to shake her head, but his harsh grip was keeping her tightly locked place. “Mmmf!” Logan showed little hesitation at her obvious distress and drove his himself into her hard, his thick cock probing deep into her pulsing throat as she gagged around him. Her head rocked as he fucked her with increasingly savage speed, until suddenly he braced his legs and held his shaft in place, cutting off her air. Holly’s nostrils flared and the expression in her eyes grew even more fearful, the beginning of tears forming behind her dark lashes. “Nnnngg…!”

Logan released her abruptly, allowing her to suck in a few breaths before he resumed his rough face fucking. The rapid glk-gluk-glick of cock pressing back and forth into her gaping mouth, sending tendrils of cum and saliva down her face and unto her jiggling breasts, was practically all she could hear. Always dominating and little rough, this was the first Holly felt purely used by Logan, his pleasure coming entirely at her expense as he seized control of her head, mouth treated as little but a cock sleeve to sate his lust in. She panted and gasped every time he pulled backwards, until he again held her down, long time, leaving her coughing and drooling as his big hand slapped her loudly across the right cheek.

He growled something about trying harder and she reached up, trying to shove away from him, not caring about his orders as he buried himself deep in her throat again, forcing her head down on him until her face was buried in his stomach. Holly could actually feel the coarse hairs on crotch scraping against her chin as she scrabbled and pushed at his muscular thighs with her fingers helplessly. As she choked and fought, her throat convulsed around him, milking his hot length with her moist hole. “Gllllggg!”

****

Tara could hear the disappointment in Ethan’s voice, the shock even, and a very large piece of her just wanted to relent. It wasn’t like she didn’t want him, want it, and maybe there wouldn’t be a better moment than this one. At the same time she’d been clear with him. She’d told him not tonight, not this way, and it seemed obvious that he’d intended otherwise despite what she’d said. That made her a little angry, like he’d been trying to trick her even though she’d gone along with what he wanted and hadn’t lied to him once.

He seemed to hesitate and she could feel the moment crumbling. Just give in, go along with it… The thought of ending the night in frustration was almost enough to break her resolve. Her legs shifted again on the bedroll, breath still coming in sharp little pants, hazel eyes peering over her heaving chest at him through strands of rich brown hair. Her pride wouldn’t let her though. She’d said ‘no’ and he had to respect that. Watching him closely, she tensed, waiting for him to relent, and do things her way instead.

And he did. His murmur sounded less than happy but he moved up her body instead, kissing her with her juices still moist on his lips, and she returned it fiercely, mouth pressing hard against his as Ethan's tongue twined with her own. Tara didn’t want him to think that she didn’t desire him or that she hadn’t appreciate the way he’d use that lovely tongue on her moments ago. She traced his jaw line with little kisses just before he turned her over, the rope binding her arms twisting into a spiral as he did so.

“…I want you to… you feel so good…” she replied in a hushed little whisper as he promised to lick her all over, mouth trailing over neck and shoulders. This was better. The other thing was just a misunderstanding, a brief distraction. Soon his hand was caressing her mound again, brushing over her clit, bringing her back to where she’d been moments go, the warmth gradually building just below her navel. Tara squirmed as his mouth continued to explore lower still, down the curve of her back until her was smothering her backside in hot wet kisses, nipping at the toned rounded curves of her cheeks. “…oh, God…” His tongue now licking at her other hole again, something no man had ever done, causing her to moan softly, not realizing where it has heading.

Suddenly a fingertip was pressing against her virgin entry and she stiffened a little, craning her neck back in a vain effort to find his face as he began suggesting she’d rather try anal instead. “Wha-? Ehan, no, I didn’t say that, I… Ah!” Tara gasped as his finger pressed into her tight cavity, causing her legs to kick as she pulled at her restraints. “Ethan, no…I….” She bit down on her lip, the heat in her pussy continuing to grow at his insistent touch, so very close now, reluctant to shout for him to stop again, certain it would kill things for good this time but… “…not there… just…” Her cheeks colored, hating to give in on anything, to betray the standards she‘d set for herself. “…okay, you can….in my pussy…“ The word of surrender a whisper. “…but not like this…I want to see you…”

There was something about face fucking that made Logan feel like a real man. It was almost the perfect act of sexual dominance, a complete and utter demonstration of masculine power. No other hole was more personal and intimate than the one that was the center of a woman's face, the hole she used to talk, to eat, to kiss. A woman's face was her identity, her outward image, and in one filthy act Logan could turn that key part of her identity into just another fuck hole to sheath his his cock. Add to it the physical sensations of choking, gagging, and violation, plus the overall anxiety of having a large man thrusting a thick pipe of cock into your face at point blank range, and it could break even the strongest of women. Some came to like it, at least the way it left them feeling throughly in his power, but a good face fucking left any woman teetering on the thin edge between submission and fear.

And Holly had just received a very good one, one of Logan's best in fact. He was truthfully proud of how she'd handled it. She'd struggled and tried to push him away by the end, but all women did unless they were tied up; it was instinct when you were choking and it meant he'd taken them to the limit. But the raw emotion she had shown, the willingness to try and follow his orders even if out of fear, and the subtle signs that she'd been attempting to please him had all been there. And, most importantly, she'd managed to take his entire cock fully into her throat.

Logan was seconds away from cumming deep in that sweet throat when he let her up for air, sliding his entire wet length out of her with an audible slurp. She'd turned bright red and had scratched and pushed at his body in frantic terror and, as much as he wanted to just cum in that pulsing, tight passage, blasting his sperm straight down to her stomach, he didn't want to risk her passing out or throwing up on him. Anyway, his point had been made. She was his to use, as roughly as he wanted. His bitch. She had to know that now, right?

"Good job... You sucked my whole cock down, all of it," grunted out Logan with an approving nod of his head. He brought his hand back as if to slap her again, but instead caressed her flushed cheek softly while she gasped for air. She was a filthy, wet mess, face splotched with red, eyes watering, and a frothy mix of saliva and pre-cum drooling from her lips and chin in a thick stream, the drippings pooling onto her already glistening chest. A delicate trail of the milky fluid still connected the tip of his throbbing dick with her lips, but it snapped before Logan's eyes. "I'm proud of you. You did very well. Really."

Logan released her head, but grabbed the leash and held her steady before him. She looked so overwhelmed that he was worried she might topple. He started to stroke his cock hard and fast as he locked his piercing light blue eyes on her face. His big, meaty fist was pumping fast, hand focusing the top third of his wet cock as he pointed it towards Holly's well fucked and messy face.

"Now, open your mouth, stick out your tongue. I'm going to feed you your reward, bitch, drink your man's cum," growled out Logan, voice thickening as he felt his pleasure building. It just took a couple more strokes and he was there. The pool of need that had been building all night burst out, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. His muscled frame stiffened, back arching and eyes lidding half-shut. A scream came out of his mouth that was part moan and part primal animal cry, like a tortured howl. "Ahhhhhhh.. yes, Yes, YES! MHmmmm... Fuck..."

The big cock in his hand jerked visibly and began to spurt. It shot thick ropes of cum out, every pulse making his hips twitch. His hot, salty cum lashed against Holly's face, hitting her skin with an audible splash. The first blast left a splotch from her forehead down to her chin, crossing her nose. And that was just the beginning. Some spurts landed in her mouth, others just spattered on her cheeks or chin, even more feel short and coated her neck and breasts. By the time his stroking slowed and his cock was drained, he'd glazed her with his sperm from her breasts to her face, creating a milky criss-crossed lattice of his liquid lust that glimmered in the moonlight.

"Oh God, Yes.. fuck... so good.. now.. clean it up. Eat it all. Every last drop," Logan panted out, slumping and gasping for air, his breathing ragged and cock slowly softening as he took in the sight of his girlfriend, covered in his seed. "That's right.. that's a good bitch. That's my bitch."

---

Ethan had felt Tara's response to his tongue on her ass earlier, when he'd been eating her pussy. Although brief, the gasp and stiffening of her muscles had hinted that she had liked the touch. This time, with her taboo hole the only focus at the end of his teasing, he'd heard her moan and felt her body react. She'd likely never been touched there, but as shameful as it was to admit it, she had enjoyed the wet muscle of his tongue slithering around that sensitive ring of muscle. And when his finger had plunged in, her pussy had quivered and her legs had kicked in helpless reflex. She shouldn't enjoy that dirty violation, but her body couldn't hide the fact that she did. Already so close to her orgasm, Ethan could sense her teetering on the edge from the extra stimulation provided by that virgin bundle of nerves. Even her voice, between pants, was thick was lust and barely coherent as she gave in so quickly and asked him to fuck her in her pussy. Better let him have his pleasure safely then perhaps uncover an embarrassing secret kink, that she might enjoy anal, an act she probably thought was too dirty for a girl that wasn't a slut to enjoy.

"Are you sure baby? Not in your ass?" Ethan asked teasingly, sliding his finger in and out of her tight rear as his other hand circled her throbbing clit. He didn't wait for an answer though, but instead pulled both his hands away and slid up her back to nuzzle his face in against her cheek. One hand gripped his cock as he rested on an elbow, and he begin to slide his swollen tip through her dripping folds. Damn, she was wet. And so hot. He teased her, getting his head nice and covered in her juices as he started to murmur in her ear. "You need to see me, but I'm right here baby. Open your eyes. I'm right here with you. I need to shove my cock in you right now. I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you. I have to fuck you."

Ethan didn't want to flip her over, not anymore. Taking her like this, on her belly and from behind, just felt right. After all her teasing, her prudish denials of his needs, he was going to finally fuck her in a manner Logan would be proud to see him do. Like a bitch in heat. Besides, this felt good too, his sweaty, naked body pressed against her toned back, with her sweet little ass like a cushion for his pelvis to push against. She was practically built to be fucked like this.

"Just the tip, let me start like this," groaned out Ethan, kissing Tara's cheek and nibbling her ear. His big cock was placed at her entrance, the pocket of her passage stretching to cup his head, and then he twitched his hips and pressed into her, sliding the first couple inches of his rod easily into her warm embrace. Damn, she was tight. Her walls gripped him hungrily and he knew there was no turning back. Not until he drove his entire length into that long dreamed of hole. There was no stopping him now. "Please... please.. I can't stop."

With a groan, Ethan reached up and grabbed her shoulder, holding her firm as his hips pumped and he began pushing himself deeper into his bound and helpless girlfriend's hot slit.