With his mood giving him tunnel vision, Vegas wasn't giving much attention to Pete's struggles or the blood from his fight to free his hand from the belt. They've played games like this before. Or maybe that's how he would justify it to himself. But that wasn't on Vegas' mind at all right now.

No, right now, all he wanted was to wreck Pete. Vegas wasted no time. Once he'd worked his cock deep, he pulled back, then slammed in hard, starting a frenzied pace.