Tell him you want to fuck the hiker

"How about a compromise?" you say. "You rest a while, and I'll fuck the hiker, and then we can go to your place."

"I guess," he says, taking his hand from your arm. You can tell he doesn't like your plan, but that's just tough. You could literally fuck him to **** if you aren't careful.

"You're not jealous again are you?" you ask. "Didn't we learn our lesson after the last time?"

"I'm not that," he insists, but you don't think he's being completely honest. "I'm not jealous, I just...I didn't summon a demon because I'm a bad-ass mother fucker, I did it because I'm sick of being alone. I'm not an evil person, and I don't know how I feel about watching you **** some stranger."

"Oh, come on, it's not really-- Wait a minute," you say, arching an eyebrow. "You don't know how you feel? Most people, if I remember correctly, know exactly how they feel about ****." He avoids your gaze, a flush creeping up his neck. "Oh, my. Could it be? Does my innocent little puppy have secret **** fantasies? Is that why you got so hard and came so loudly when I bent you over that log?" Harold's face flashes red like a stop light and you laugh with delight. "Oh, my darling master, you're even more fun than I thought you'd be. C'mon!"

You grab his hand, scoop the cloak up off the ground, and drag him up the hill to where the hiker is waiting. "All right, big boy," you tell the hiker. "Your turn. Have you ever had a cock in you ass?"

"No," he answers. "I thought I was straight."

"Not so sure now, are we?" You glance at Harold and give him a wink. "We know how that feels. Now, take off your clothes." While the hiker strips himself down to his birthday suit, you shake out the cloak and spread it on the ground. Turning to Harold, you reach out and wrap your hand around his soft cock, holding him gently. "Do you want me to **** him, master?" you ask. "I could tell him to fight me and he would. Will that make you hard, Harold? Will it make your tight hole hungry for my cock?"

Harold swallows hard and shakes his head. "No...I- I don't," he says, but his tired rod twitches against your palm, betraying his true desires.