[16:38] J e s u s grunts as his hair is yanked at, forcing him in real close. That hungry look in the older man's eyes, the heat of his expression, and the sting of those fingers twisted in his silky hair all make his smaller partner's cock twitch. When Daryl bites into the apple, so close their lips are nearly touching, he groans and leans forward against that grip to bring them even closer. He should be more concerned than he is but when the biker pulls back to chew at the apple, there's laughter in those wet eyes. He can't even wipe his tears away with his arms bound like that! He lets out another grunt and squirms slightly as that thumb starts pulling at the pants that are barely covering his stiff cock. When they're pulled down far enough to let that shaft come bouncing free, color floods across his cheeks and he looks up with big blue eyes as he's groped at. It makes him groan and bite into the apple, rocking his hips into the touch with a shudder of pleasure. He really shouldn't be enjoying this as much as he is but he just can't get enough!

Then his eyes widen when he's shoved backward without warning, landing on his back with a grunt and squirming about as he tries to push himself to sit up. He freezes when he sees Daryl prowling towards him though, heart pounding in his chest as the man crawls over top of him. He sighs happily at the attention to his neck, only to let out a muffled gasp when the lips find their way to his nipple. The scrape of teeth has him clenching his hands behind his back and arching into that mouth with an appreciative groan only to let out a muffled laugh when Daryl has to spit out a hair. He doesn't need to talk, it's all clear as day in those amused eyes that are lifted to gaze down at the redneck past the apple. His head drops back when that breath ghosts over his cock though, bucking up again with a pleading whine. Instead of a blow job though, his legs are being hoisted into the air and he moans against that apple as the man's mouth finds its way to his puffy pucker.

Just when he's getting into it though, Daryl lets him go. He gets off the couch and actually walks away leaving the young man sprawled, exposed, and staring up at his partner in utter disbelief. He bites the apple and spits it aside with a growl, twisting himself over onto his side. "Ooooh, you bastard," he laughs in bitter humor, glaring after the biker with a wicked glint in his eye. He's straining against those ropes again, bringing his legs up in some pitiful effort at modesty. "I'm gonna get you for this," he warns, pushing himself to sit up as Daryl steals his toast and heads out the door. It takes him almost twenty minutes of scooting around the trailer in those restraints but he's able to get to a knife and cut himself free. Then? It's time to lurk and wait.

Tracking Daryl down isn't hard, he finds the man out by the bonfire with his friends. Taking care to keep out of sight, it's hard to say how long Jesus waits. Hours probably, before the redneck finally gets up and walks away from the group. He can see that the man is antsy, as he well should be after playing a dirty trick like that! He's cautious as he heads into the shadows to relieve himself and looks around frequently as he takes his piss. Fortunately it seems like the biker has shared a few drinks with his companions. He's not quite as shitfaced as the night before, just enough for him to drop his guard when it's finally time to tuck himself away and button his pants. That's when Jesus pounces, right down from the roof of the trailer Daryl has sought privacy beside. He drops down right behind the man and shoves him hard into the darkness behind the small building, falling right after him with zip ties in hand! Moving quick to straddle the man's back, he grabs one of his arms up, dropping a prepared loop around that wrist before yanking the tie tight. Then he's after the free arm and if he gets it, that poor biker bastard is going to be at his mercy!
[16:52] System: Malcolm Carver is offline.
[16:55] Feral Daryl topples with a muffled yelp into the grass. In his usual circumstances Jesus would be thrown off his back, knife at his throat - because it could be one of /them/. But.... he'd been sort of thinking about Jesus the whole day so it's not like he's prepared himself for a 'proper attack.' Boy a Savior ninja sure as hell would have a drop on him now. So he goes flying, hair spilling, grunting, bucking, and flailing like a fish when his arm's yanked up like that. Daryl snarls and tries to get his other hand out - he's slapping at Jesus' fingers trying to catch his wrist, but the man's got him in a hold! "JESUS c'mon! C'mon ah was jus' kiddin', c'mon what the fuck!" He protests with both a laugh and a whine, because the shit's funny, and it's too funny to take this .... super serious. It's just Jesus. He's like a puppy. I mean... he wouldn't really..? He even manages to give that pretty face a little whack with that hand before it's caught, though then he's trying to roll and shake the ninja off - but that fucker's soooo damn slim and wiley and escapee. "Hey now that's 'nuff!" He demands in his best gruff voice. "Now you deserved that an me, ah'm innocent! Y'think ah can't break em zipties from the back?" He has to.. quiet down when there's a voice asking after Daryl if everything's alright in there. He raises his voice to shout "Yea be a minute." And cranes his chin back to glare at Jesus with one eye through his bangs.

"Now y'cut this shit here right now!" He growls under his breath. Though then his lip's tugging up into a more of a shit-eating grin as he presses his cheek against the ground, looking at Jesus with that one eye. "Ah bet ya jerked off. Didja? Poor lil' helpless pretty man, dick floppin'n' ass drippin like that ah mean... ya sure was lucky nobody came to check on ya huh? Coulda told em ya had an accident! But here ah am keepin yer peace n' guardin yer secrets." Like a guardian angel! He's even got them wings on the of his jacket to prove it. His bound hands flex against the zip ties, testing them. Nothing he couldn't break out of, with the right angle and application of pressure those things will pop right off. With the wrong angle and pressure... they'll bite into skin, bruise, sometimes tear. But you just gotta grit your teeth and try again. Though at this point he's not REALLY fighting... it's just too much fun seeing Jesus all pretty like that straddling him with his little body... like he thinks he's hot shit and could take The Daryl down. No sir, this here's a wild animal.
[17:15] System: L-O-K-I- is online.
[17:18] J e s u s grunts and does his best to block that flailing arm but he can't quite keep those knuckles from cracking against his jaw before he's able to get that second wrist secured. Panting softly, he takes a moment to rub at the injured spot once he has Daryl at his mercy and just stares down at the man's turned face with a grin spread across his lips. "Innocent? Bullshit," he purrs, pushing the man's head into the ground, only to freeze and look over his shoulders when he hears someone calling for Daryl. If they were to round the corner and see this...? Well they would both have some explaining to do, wouldn't they? Fortunately the older man calls back, dismissing the concerned party, and Jesus lets out a sigh of relief before gripping at the biker's hair and smirking down at him again.

"Jerk off? Now why would I go and do a thing like that? I told you, you're responsible for finishing what you started." He shimmies down the man's back, hands pressed firmly on his shoulders to keep him from thrashing about too much. The way Daryl's running his mouth makes the younger man groan and he's glad for the darkness to hide that flush on his cheeks. He never would have imagined that the redneck could be so deliciously crude, though that last bit about guarding secrets makes him laugh. By that time, he's got his legs straddling just below the man's ass, so he can rock forward and show him just how hard he's gotten during their little struggle. "I'm not the only one with secrets" he taunts back, leaning down to whisper the words into the man's ear with a wicked grin as he grinds against his ass. "I know you said you weren't like that, Daryl, and I respect that, I do. So I'm not going to fuck you, not unless you want me to. But you've been a bad bad redneck and now it's time you get a taste of your own medicine." His hands are sliding around the older man's waist and beneath him to begin unbuckling his pants as he speaks and if that larger form starts bucking or getting loud while he's working, he's going to yank a hand free and smack him right upside the head. He won't gag him though, because he doubts Daryl wants to be caught in this predicament any more than he does and it's going to be more fun to watch him struggling to keep quiet. He's going to tug those pants down along with whatever's beneath them and give those cheeks several soft cracks, taking care not to hit him hard enough that anyone is going to overhear. So he can't really add the sting that he wants to, but he does play those poor cheeks like a set of bongos before grasping them without warning and tugging them apart. Leaning down with a growl, Jesus snaps his teeth audibly above a cheek before biting into it. He's not going to break the skin or anything, but he is going to bite and suck at that flesh, leaving a possessive little mark behind.
[17:43] Feral Daryl doesn't like that... jerking off part. He freezes a little when Jesus start shimmying down his body, pinning his broad shoulders into the grass. He's still craning his neck to look back. There's a huffy grunt when the ninja straddles his legs just below the ass, and then his brows furrow when -he- is ridden with that hard bulge all but pressing up against his crack through his pants! "Hey! Hey now that ain't funny!" He says, and then Jesus... says he's not gonna fuck him but he's gonna get medicine? So he reddens - gaze narrowing at Jesus, and when he feels them hands go up to the buckle of his pants he DOES Buck! There's the sound of rustling clothes and grass and struggle, dull grunts of effort and frustration, and then a loud "OW!" when he's smacked upside the head, followed by an outraged "What'd you do that for!?" It throws off his struggles long enough for Jesus to get those nimble fingers to unlatch his buckle and even pull his pants down. But when Daryl feels his pants lowering, the tips of his ears go beet red and his neck flexes with muscle and strain. He's suddenly real hot too - with nervous sweat over strong limbs and neck, hair starts to stick to it. There's veins standing out on that corded neck from the effort to push Jesus off of him and then Daryl freezes - when his ass gets swatted!

Oh he looks like a bomb about ready to explode. Bellow and everything. "Now you little pretty-eyed shit y'cut that out or ah swear ah'll make it s' y'can't sit on that ass for a week! It's a... whispered shout. He can't shout out loud but them whispers that sound like screaming? That's what he's doing, and it's outrageous. Furious! Then more cracks down his ass follow. He starts bucking with a new fervor, like a stallion damn ready to throw Jesus off, and oh this time he's trying, pressing his forehead into the ground even to give his knees a good JUMP, only to get whooped upside the head and growl! He stops struggling though when he feels Jesus... grab his ass. Pry them apart. Now he's really sweating, and breathing funny "Ah am gonna whop yer ass so h...AAH" He didn't expect them teeth! Daryl wriggles and flails, spasming with sheer surprise and shock for a second. His neck's turned at a funny angle the way he's trying to look at Jesus with that REALLY wide disbelieving eye now. He doesn't say a thing bout.. him not being like that - but his combat boots sure as hell move. Fast, too. He grabs Jesus up in a leg hold - getting him between his thigh, and crossing around the neck with his boot. Then he rolls over - yanking Jesus with that choke hold onto his back as well. He's using his powerful, muscled thighs to choke him. Now that he's on his ass, his legs are folding to bring Jesus right over his hardening cock that's flopping around in the struggle cuz his pants are down. That pretty hair brushes real nice against his cock, but Daryl lets up enough for Jesus to breathe, eyeing him with his lidded, dangerous eyes. "Ah think yer' gonna taste yer own medicine, y' go crazy when y' go without mah dick. Ah think y'need a real mouthful."
[17:56] System: L-O-K-I- is offline.
[17:59] J e s u s should have known better than to let his guard down around Daryl. The man might not be as wily as his ninja-like companion but he's pretty damn sneaky in his own right! Something that Jesus has yet to give him much credit for, at his own peril. So when that boot swings up to hook around his neck, Jesus grunts ant tries to pull free. He's getting flipped over though, thrown onto his side with those thighs crushing down around his throat. His arm flails, slapping at that thigh, and he gawks up at Daryl in disbelief as the man pushes up to sit on his ass. Then he's getting dragged forward, right up against that cock, and it makes him shiver and groan. "Bastard," he huffs, clinging to the biker's thigh as he looks up at him. Those big blues seem to catch the light of the moon, watching the man's face as he turns to latch onto that thigh. The pants are still covering Daryl there fortunately, so he can't suckle and mark the way he did on that ass, but it is going to smart! His hand is sliding over the man's thigh though, rubbing, inching tauntingly close to that growing erection bouncing bare between his legs. "Ah was gonna get t'ya dick soon enough, bu'cha had t'go an' spoil th' su'prise," he taunts with a grin, making an effort to mimic the biker's accent and really laying it on thick. "Let go, lay back like a good lit... okay, big, strong biker man, and I'll give you all the medicine you can handle. Come on, don't you trust me?" His voice is a little muffled as he reasons with the man, mostly because he's got a face full of thigh meat, but that doesn't seem to deter is smooth talking.
[18:13] Feral Daryl feels a pleasant shiver when he sees them eyes catching the light like that, the scruff of that beard, and lips, on the meat of his thigh. Makes his dick throb. Makes him wanna feel that beard on his thigh without the pants in the way. But he's huffy, and defensive, when Jesus suggests he lay back. Reluctantly, after a moment, he releases his leg grip, giving the man a glare when his drawl's imitated. "Not one bit." He tells Jesus, about trust. And he starts... curving that hard stomach of his, still wearing only his vest at the moment, to lay down. Except he straightens again for a moment and says "No surprises!" And then... goes to lay down. Gets... comfortable, well, as comfortable as having his hands behind his back can be. Shifts a little. Looks up at Jesus with... narrowed distrusting eyes. His dick's thickening all the same to that slow rub just against his thigh. And being called big strong biker man seems to... appease him enough. Like a cat that been petted the wrong way is now petted the right way. "Hows' that sayin' go... flattery'll get you a throat-full-a-dick?" So what if he's a liiiittle nervous. He's tied up-blown. Now being tied up has a lot of... connotations to it, though he doesn't even understand it. He's been tied up, imprisoned, beaten. He's been tied up in a kinky way. Been... handcuffed by Negan, and now he's in the grass with Jesus nuzzling his thigh and them pretty eyes and that little shit thinking he can... mmm but he's real pretty. His legs bend at the knee and spread a little, though if Jesus' taking his time with his thigh he's gonna be wanting a little more attention. Daryl ain't a patient man. Sooooo as soon as his dick's pulled free, if Jesus does more of them playing and breathing on it like... Daryl did to Jesus, he hooks the ankle of his boot around Jesus' neck, and unceremoniously shoves his face right into his dick! Ain't he romantic?
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[18:36] J e s u s grins wide at the response to his question, even letting out a little snort. Daryl's not wrong to feel that way and he pushes himself to sit up as that muscular body goes to lay down, purring softly as he crawls up to plant a kiss against those dirty lips. "Mmmmn, you really know how to make a man weak in the knees," he taunts with a nip to those lips. Then he's straddling Daryl's legs. Only he's facing the wrong way, which may seem odd at first, until that last large ziptie is tugged from his pocket. Glancing over his shoulder, he gives the sprawled man a wink before wrapping the tie under his ankles and zipping those boots together tight. No more WWF moves for this redneck! Thigh choking's illegal! Then, without much ceremony, he's flipping the man onto his stomach again and sitting just below his knees to ensure he won't go kicking around. Then he's back to spreading the man's cheeks apart and sliding down to lick over his ass with a lewd moan. With one hand pressed into the small of his back, the other holding his hip, doing his damnedest to keep the man still, he begins to lap and groan over that tight ring of muscle, wiggling, flicking, teasing around it with circular motions using his tongue. He's not going to just stuff it into the man either. No, he takes his time, gets Daryl real worked up with a tongue that's disarmingly skilled, and when that pucker is quivering and ripe for the picking, he presses his mouth to the man's ass with a subtle graze of his teeth and growls as he pushes that probing muscle deep. It swirls and tickles as he tips his head and focuses on really getting up in there to show the biker just how good it can feel. Only once he's got his ornery partner trembling does he pull back to wipe his mouth with a grin.

Then he's giving Daryl a shove, flipping him onto his back once again so he can straddle his hips with a groan. "Mmmmn, I mean I knew your ass was going to be sweet and tight as hell, but damn," he sighs pleasantly, rocking forward to grind his arousal against that poor, stiff, unattended cock with only his pants to separate them. "Sweet as it is though, I think I like this more..." He reaches down to give the man's cock a few firm jerks before glancing over his shoulder. They've been fooling around for a while now and he hears someone asking where Daryl got off to. If anyone comes around the corner, they're both going to have a lot of explaining to do. So he holds a finger to his lips, indicating that Daryl should be very quiet. Then he gets up, grabs beneath the man's arms, and starts to drag him around the building and toward a secret spot behind a row of bushes that he used to hide from the older man earlier that day. Along the way, the poor biker's pants are dragged down along the ground and they're nearly to his ankles by the time Jesus drops him to the ground without much ceremony. Dropping to his knees, he looms over the man and can't quite hide a grin. "You know," he admits in a soft, genuine tone as he leans down close. "I don't think I've ever had this much fun, Daryl Dixon. I'm not sure whether I want to eat you up or beat you up, or get beaten by you a bit maybe... But you're a damn fine man." It may seem like flattery just to soothe the man that is no doubt raging by now, but it sounds honest enough. Then Jesus is leaning down to take another kiss as he slides a hand along the biker's bare chest until his fingers wrap around the base of that cock tight. He's torn between the urge to climb on the man right here behind the bushes to ride him hard and the logical choice of cutting him free and retiring to the trailer to see how hard they can make it shake tonight.
[18:37] System: Malcolm Carver is online.
[18:57] Feral Daryl utters a "Wh..." but before he knows what's up he's got his legs tied! Oh he's putting up a fuss alright. Grunting, and bucking, and crying out (well, mutely, keeping his voice in that whisper-cry) "Y' tricked me! That ain't fair y'can't!" He's flopped over onto his stomach then and... he's using his chin to dig it into the ground and trying to get his knees under him to wriggle like a god damn worm out of this. Because nothing good can come of having your belly in the grass and your ass up before Jesus. He's flailing and kicking and he freezes when Jesus' tongue gets right up in there. Colors a deep red. His ears burn. There's a startled gasp on first contact, then a panicked, hoarse "Cut it out! Cut it out now!" But the man's relentless, groaning into it. Daryl presses his face deep into the ground to hide his shame. The anal ring quivers, a shy spasm of muscle to the ministrations of the gifted tongue. And then - it pushes in, hitching the biker's breath. He utters a choked groan. The sound startles himself and a much more angry and hurt grunt follows it. His dick stiffens all the harder for the play with his asshole, and pretty soon the biker's shuddering, trembling and sweating by the time Jesus pulls away.

When he's turned over he's not fighting - but he's not looking at Jesus either. He's wearing his mightiest pissed off expression. Ever. Pissed off and a little humiliated, jaws squared, nostrils flared, eyes glaring off to the side. His hard dick flexes and rises though into the straddle. His hips respond with an automatic roll into the grid of cock against cock, layer of pants between them. The expression wavers in lieu of lust - but he schools himself to stay tough, not give into that fucker's.... Very Unorthodox Methods! He stills immediately at the knowledge of someone else. Heartbeat thuds loudly in his ears and he looks to Jesus with worried, wide eyes. Worried wide eyes that turn even wider, and then GLARE the fuck out of him the whole way while he's dragged. When out of earshot he raises his voice a little to give it that powerful boom "Y' Fuckin' Crazy!?" Even the outburst falters though cuz Jesus sweet talks him into having so much fun with him. He can fuck a man's brains out in a trailer but the genuine compliment still makes that color in his cheeks, makes him drop his gaze cuz he's just so damn not used to being... courted like that. He catches himself going soft and gets all fierce again, chin up, staring Jesus down through narrowed eyes. "Ah know what yer doin. Gettin' all sweet with me, probably think ah'll forget all' bout this. Y'can start 'pologizin with your ass on my cock, right bout now." And... then he's getting fucking kissed! God damnit. Okay well... he's distracted by that. He lifts his neck up into the kiss, takes it greedily, in that selfish primal manner, grinds his hips up, wants more.
[19:13] J e s u s isn't going to argue with the man's demand, because he knows he's pushed him further than he probably should have but he's determined to show the biker just how it feels to be left with a twitchy, hungry asshole! Not that it can even really compare since it's not like Daryl knows how good it can feel to be on the receiving end of those forceful, unrelenting hips. So he meets that greedy kiss and gives it everything he's got before shoving the older man back down onto the ground with a firm hand against his chest. "Mmmn, I don't know... I mean, I do love how feral and demanding you get, but I can't go letting you think you're in charge..." He reaches into his back pocket with a grin and pulls out a small tube of lube. None of that medicated, drugged Negan stuff either. Sure it'll tingle, it's that special heating shit that's suppose to tingle, but Jesus doesn't need to drug his partner to have a good time. Flipping the lid of the bottle open, he shimmies back to settle on the man's thighs and grasps his cock by the base, holding it straight up and down as he lets the lube drizzle across that fat cockhead real slow like.

Jesus is watching, licking his lips, not even trying to hide the hunger in his eyes. But he's still wearing that wicked grin and when the lube trickles down to pool around his fingers, he starts to stroke and smear it around. "I want to hear the big tough biker man beg for it. Tell me how much you want me to ride this big fat cock or you could be the one that's left to worry about someone checking up on you." Okay, so he wouldn't really leave Daryl in such a vulnerable position. But he likes teasing the man with the idea that he COULD, if he wanted. He's squeezing tighter, jerking faster, but if he thinks that the redneck is getting too close, he'll stop and even give that vulnerable cock a swat. Because here behind the bushes, with Daryl trussed up and sprawled in the dirt, that little puppy Jesus is in control and he wants to make that point perfectly clear. "Come on, Daryl. Beg real sweet and maybe I'll cut you loose toward the end, let you take over and drive us home. Only if you promise not to throw any more tricks my way that is."
[19:26] Feral Daryl rolls his head back when Jesus starts working his cock like that. It's damn near maddening. His hips rise up to meet the slow, lazy, teasing stroke of that hand. He's grunting and pressing his lips together, and huffing in an effort to resist it or at least stay cool. He even breathes a few curses under his breath. Some threats! Buuut threats just make that hand all the slower and so soon, Daryl's hair is spilling all around him and he's looking up at Jesus, taking deep, labored breaths, looking at him with lidded eyes full of need... veering off with humiliation as he grunts a low "...C'mon y' wouldn't. ...Don't you leave me here! C'mon. Jesus don't be ah fuckin' asshole this ain't funny like that... y' jus' get that ass right on it now... C'mon now, jus' hop on up." He lets out a little startled cry when his dick's smacked! His dick's slapped! It's not the pain that yea sure made him wince a little and made his blood boil and made his dick stand all the harder at attention but it's the gesture! "Oh you dick smackin' little...!"

He takes a nice deep steadying breath, and calms his roiling features, puts the lid on that pot. "Kay. Kay Jesus y'win, ah ain't never gonna throw them tricks at ya." Lucky for him he's got his fingers crossed and tied behind his back so not like Jesus can see that. "...Pretty fuckin' please... Get on it now, y' get on it and help you god if you slap it 'gain... y' Get on an' start movin' that ass, c'mon. Don't y' leave me here!" When he says that part he sound so much like Merle when he got left behind. Except his desperation is fueled by the need to fuck rather than survive.