I wake at first light. Billy’s clinging to me, emitting ragged snores. Extricating myself, I use the bathroom again, then climb back into bed. Billy mumbles and scoots against me. I curl up against his broad back, throw an arm around him, press my face into his thick hair, whisper a few words of thanks to whatever generous deity’s brought me here, and close my eyes.
A warm weight and pulsing pleasure pull me from sleep. Billy, unkempt hair falling over his face, is straddling my thighs and jacking my cock. His chunky, fur-coated chest and belly are downright delectable. When I try to reach up and pinch his big nipples, however, I find my wrists bound together and roped to the headboard.
“Wicked cub,” I say, jerking on my bonds and grinning. “What are you up to?”
“Now that I know you’re into these kinds of scenes, I thought I’d keep you captive for a while. Is that all right with you?” Bending, Billy tongues my hard-on and nibbles the head, making me jolt and moan.
“H-h-hell, sure. Been a good while since somebody was kind enough to tie me up.” I give my bonds another hard tug, gazing up into his mischievous blue eyes. “This feels hot as hell.”
“Your pecker certainly seems to think so,” Billy says, lapping my cockhead. “Lots of pre-cum. Yum.”
“True enough. What you going to do with me now that you got me tied?”