Ace Gone Wild

by Cooper McKenzie

  Drake took his time circling around the truck until he stood beside the pretty woman who had put herself under his care. It bothered him that fear radiated off her in waves as she chewed on her bottom lip.

  “You’re late,” he said in an observational tone free of accusation or censure.

  “I’m sorry…Drake. We fell asleep. Please don’t punish Logan. It’s all my fault,” Kinsey said, her voice soft and tight and fear-filled.

  “No, I don’t think so, sugar britches. Logan knew when you were supposed to be here and did not set his alarm. That’s his guilt to carry, not yours. Now, give me a kiss before you regale me with the story of what you did that caused you to need a nap.”

  Before he could finish speaking, she pressed against him with her arms wrapped tight around his waist. After giving her a long, two-armed hug, he brought one hand around and cupped the side of her head. Tilting her head back and to the side, he kissed her. At the same time, his tongue pushed its way through her lips and deep into her mouth. His hips canted forward to impress upon her that Logan was not the only man hungry for her.

  She welcomed him with a sigh as her body softened in his hold until they fit together like two halves of a whole. He thoroughly explored her mouth, and her shoulders, back, and ass, before easing back. If he did not slow things down, he was going to strip her down and claim her up standing up against the side of Logan’s truck. While that was a great visual to contemplate later, he wanted their first time to be in a bed, with four walls around them, and Logan lying next to them, watching.

  Stepping back, he draped one arm around Kinsey’s shoulders and, with her by his side, walked back to the house where his tea, and a naked boy, waited.

  Picking up his tea, he led the way inside. They would return to the porch later to watch the world transition from day into night. After sending Kinsey to bed, he had a date in the barn with a bad boy in need of a spanking.

  When Logan passed through the living room on his way to the kitchen, Kinsey froze. “He’s naked,” she whispered, turning to look at him with wide green eyes.

  “Yes, he is. And you agree to the rules of my family and my house, I’ll expect you to be naked in the house, too,” Drake said, adding just the slightest bit of Dom power to his voice.

  He moved to one of the oversized recliners and sat down. “Come sit with me so we can talk.”

  Though she followed his directives immediately and without argument, he could also see in her eyes that she was questioning the wisdom of her decision. He expected nothing less. After all, she was a single woman, very intelligent and highly talented in more than just flying a helicopter, if what he had found on the Internet was to be believed. And here she was, five miles from town in a farmhouse with two men she really knew nothing about.

  She took a moment to pull off her cowboy boots before crawling onto his lap. He rearranged her so she was sitting across his lap, leaning against his chest. Once she was comfortable, he began smoothing his free hand over her body, feeling the soft, warm silk of her skin and listening to her soft gasps and sighs as he found sensitive spots.

  “Tell me a story,” he said, “in vivid, Technicolor detail.”

  By the time Kinsey finished the tale of her afternoon liaison with Logan, Drake was nearing the limits of his control. Her words had painted a picture that had him seeing every kiss, every touch, every taste.

  Though he wanted nothing more than to replay the tryst, Drake could see a hesitancy in her eyes that stopped him. He could not be sure if it was because he was the ultimate dominant in this trio, or the matter that they would be in a triad relationship. In any case, he refused to force things. For now, she needed a diversion.

  “While Logan finished supper, why don’t we go and feed the kittens.”

  “Feed the kittens?” she asked, looking surprised.

  “We found a pregnant cat in the barn about a month ago. She had her babies two weeks ago and disappeared a couple days ago. We’ve been hand-feeding the kittens ever since, and it’s about their suppertime, too.”

  He waited until Kinsey climbed from his lap before standing and taking her hand. He led the way through the kitchen to the mudroom beyond. “Go ahead and introduce yourself to the babies. I’ll be there in a minute with their supper.”

  * * * *

  By the time the last rays of the sun disappeared over the horizon, Kinsey’s brain had shifted into neutral. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into the queen-sized bed in the guestroom where Logan had left her bags and sleep for a dozen hours, or more. Sitting in the wooden rocking chair on the front porch watching the day come to an end was very nice, too. Except her eyes were growing heavier by the minute. She just did not have the energy to get up and go inside.

  “Time for bed, sweets,” Logan said, startling her from her drowsy state. He rose from the chair beside her and held out a hand.

  “What about the kittens?”

  “Drake’s feeding them. I’ll go help him in a minute.”

  Too tired to argue, Kinsey allowed Logan to lead her to the guest room. At the door, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her for a very long time. She sighed and for the first time since leaving Nelson at the airport, the need for an adrenaline fix faded.

  She was drifting fast toward sleep when Logan finally released her with a kiss on her forehead. “Good night, sweets. Get some sleep”

  “Good night, Logan,” she murmured before stepping into her room.

  She stood and stared at the door for several long minutes as she debated. She did not think twisting the lock was a good idea, but at the same time, was not comfortable leaving the door standing open either. In the end, she compromised, and left it standing open about four inches. She did not bother to turn her light on as she crossed to the bed. Pulling off her bra and panties, she pulled back the covers, crawled to the center of the bed, and collapsed.

  She was asleep in less than a minute.

  * * * *

  Logan walked back to the front of the house and found Drake in the kitchen washing the small bottles they used to feed the kittens. “All done?”

  “Yes. Get a towel and get your ass out to the barn. It’s time to pay the piper,” Drake said without looking away from the sink.

  “Yes, Master,” Logan responded.

  As he went to the hall closet where they kept the linens, he shifted his mindset from caring protector of Kinsey to submissive slave boy of Drake. It only took a moment and by the time he reached the mudroom and slipped his feet into the neon green flip-flops for the walk to the barn, his cock was hard and leaking pre-cum in anticipation. The yard lights were off, but the barn doors were open and the lights inside were on, giving him more than enough light to see the well-worn path between the house and barn.

  As he remembered Master’s promise from the night before, a light sweat of excitement broke out over his entire body even with cool evening air that swirled around him. Master was already in the barn, connecting his chains to the eyehooks set securely into the building’s supporting beams in preparation for his punishment.

  Logan entered the barn and knelt just outside the invisible circle in the center of the barn. He spread his legs as wide as comfortable then placed his hands palms up on his thighs. Tilting his head, he waited until Master acknowledged his presence.

  As he waited, Logan took deep breaths to relax his body and mind and prepare himself for whatever Master would do to him.

  “Come here, boy,” Drake said, his voice gruff and filled with the dominant power that had drawn Logan to him at their first meeting years before.

  Logan scrambled to his feet and went to stand in his position in the center of the barn. He spread his legs out so Drake could wrap the padded cuffs that were already attached to the chains around his ankles. Then he lifted his arms and held them until the wrist cuffs were fastened in place.

  “Too tight?” Drake asked as he walked around his pet, sliding his fingers between the cuffs and Logan’s skin to make sure they w
ere secure, but not too restrictive.

  “No, Master. Very comfortable,” Logan replied softly.

  “Good. Now let’s see about making you uncomfortable so you’ll remember who’s in charge here.”

  Logan knew better than to respond so he rolled his lips over his teeth even as he felt pre-cum dripping from his cock. He knew by the time Drake had finished and allowed him to come, if he did, there would be a puddle on the floor beneath him.

  He watched as Drake walked to where he had laid out the toys he would use on him. Though Logan could not see what he was doing, he watched him slip something into one of the front pockets of his jeans. Another item went into the other front pocket. Then he took off his shirt, leaving him wearing only his well-worn, form-fitting jeans and boots.

  Logan knew from past experience that his Master had, at some point during the evening, stripped off his boxer briefs, and was naked under his jeans. That thought had his cock twitching and two more drops of pre-cum hit the floor.

  Finally, his Master turned his attention back to him. He held the big blue butt plug that was nearly as big as Drake’s erect cock.

  “What did I promise you last night, boy?”

  “You promised to string me up, put the big plug in my ass, a ring on my cock, clamps on my nipples, and wear my ass out with the new paddle,” Logan answered.

  “And I always keep my promises, don’t I?” Drake circled him, stopping when he was out of sight.

  Logan took a deep breath, relaxing into the feel of Master’s slicked up fingers sliding between his ass cheeks and probing his hole. “Yes, Master, you always keep your promises.”

  Logan’s breath left him a moment later when Drake thrust two fingers deep into his hole. Master was in a hurry this evening. He whimpered as his cock jerked and his balls drew up. He couldn’t come yet. Not without permission, and Master was far from feeling generous tonight. The fingers in his ass twisted once and pulled out again.

  “I believe we need to rearrange the order of things,” Drake said as he reached around Logan. “Your cock needs to be controlled before I fill up your sexy ass.”

  That was all the warning Logan received before the strip of leather wrapped around Logan’s cock and balls and snapped shut. Logan’s whine filled the barn as his manjunk protested the constriction. He knew that now there was no way he might “accidentally” get off before Drake decided he should.

  A sharp smack on his left ass cheek cut off the sounds he was making. “Stop your whining. You asked for this, now deal with it.”

  “Yes, Master,” Drake sighed as his back arched, when Drake traced his fingers down the valley between his ass cheeks. “Sorry, Master.”

  Drake kissed the back of one shoulder before those two fingers forced their way back through the muscles guarding his back channel. “Relax, boy. Let me in,” Drake ordered in a rough whisper.

  Closing his eyes, Logan did as ordered, stepping back from the growing discomfort and allowing his Master to do what he wished to him.

  The two fingers turned into three, and worked more lube into his ass. Then just as he was beginning to thrust his hips back, the fingers disappeared. In the next moment, an unforgiving blunt head began to tunnel its way into Logan’s body. Drake pressed forward an inch then retreated a fraction just to press even deeper on the next thrust. The plug grew thicker, forcing his muscles to stretch tight as it went deeper and deeper into his body. Logan was panting by the time the plug narrowed and the base pressed against the skin surrounding his back hole.

  “Mmmm, such a pretty sight,” Drake said as he ran his hands up Logan’s back on either side of his spine. “I do believe you should wear a plug more often, boy. Keep you loose and ready for me.”

  “Whatever Master wishes,” Logan panted, sounding a little lost and foggy to his own ears. Between having his cock tightly restrained and his ass filled, he was teetering on the edge of nirvana, but knew that would only last until Master laid the first stroke on his ass. He did not especially like pain, though sometimes, like tonight, it was a necessary part of their scene. He had earned this punishment, and he knew putting it off a day had only increased it though he had yet to hear exactly how many strokes he would be getting.

  Drake circled him again, stopping to deep into his eyes. “I think we’ll skip the clamps tonight,” he said.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You will be getting thirty strokes tonight. Ten for last night, ten for being late tonight, five for not setting your alarm, and five just because I am your Master and I’m sure you deserve them. You may make as much noise as you wish, but you will not come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master,” Logan said, thankful that Drake had not ordered him to count the strokes because he wasn’t sure he could keep his mind focused enough to count to thirty.

  Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Logan arched his back as Master wanted. Then he waited for his punishment to begin.

  Chapter Seven

  Logan did not immediately grab the paddle and begin though he knew that was what Logan expected. Instead, he took a moment to walk around and inspect his boy from every angle. As always, every inch of his love was perfection. There was no fat on the man, just long well defined muscles that rippled with every breath he took.

  A fine pelt of silky brown fur covered his chest and legs though his back and ass were smooth and hairless, and the triangle around his cock and balls were smooth where he kept his boy shaved clean. Once, early in their Master/slave relationship, they had shaved him from his nose to his toes, but it had proved an impossible task to maintain.

  Stepping up in front of the bound man, Drake saw that he was already sliding into what Logan called his happy place. Drake slid a hand around the back of his neck, holding him as he kissed him. “You are such a good boy,” he whispered.

  Though he didn’t answer, Logan smiled and relaxed into his bonds.

  After picking up the beautiful wooden paddle Logan had made, Drake moved to his place to begin. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock and balls out of the confining material. He was hard as rock just seeing his man trussed up and finding peace in his situation.

  With a deep breath to fortify himself Drake pulled back and swung. Whap. Logan took a breath but did not stiffen or cry out. By the third slap of wood on skin, he felt the knot around his heart loosen. Logan was relaxed and accepting his punishment with the grace Drake expected from the man.

  After the tenth stroke, Drake took a break. After taking a drink from the bottle of water, he held it up to Logan’s lips. “Drink, boy,” he said.

  Logan opened his mouth and swallowed automatically though his eyes never opened.

  After checking the cuffs, Drake began the next set, his cock twitching and drooling with each slap of the paddle. He took another break after the second ten strokes, once again doing a safety check on Logan’s wrists and ankles.

  “Where are you, boy?” he asked as he stepped up and pinched both of Logan’s erect nipples.

  “Green, Master,” the submissive man answered after a few seconds. Tears were flowing, and his breathing was rough, jagged.

  “Ten more, boy. You’re doing so well,” Drake said, leaning in and brushing a kiss on Logan’s lips.

  Logan did not respond, just stood there breathing and crying.

  “Open your eyes, boy,” he demanded gently. “Look at me.”

  The eyes opened slowly, blinking several times before Logan was able to focus on him. “Master?”

  Drake kissed his boy again and stroked one hand down the side of Logan’s sweat-soaked face. “I love you, boy. So damn much sometimes it hurts.”

  “I love you, too, Master,” Logan answered, his words slurred and his grin a bit goofy. “Now, please finish spanking me so you can fuck me.”

  Drake chuffed a laugh. Even strung up like a side of beef with a cherry red ass, his boy had the balls to order him around.

  “That’s going to cost you another fe
w strokes.” Drake smirked as he stepped around and took up his position once more.

  This time he did not stop at ten, but continued to fifteen. Once he finished he laid the paddle down. His cock was begging him to hurry as he gently slicked it up with lube. After wiping his hands on the rag he kept handy for such occasions, Drake took the bottle of antiseptic-laced lotion and smoothed a layer over Logan’s fiery red ass.

  Only then did he work the thick butt plug out of his boy’s ass in the same slow fucking manner he had worked it in. After tossing it aside, he did not hesitate any longer. After shoving his jeans to mid-thigh, he lined his cockhead up with Logan’s hole, and pushed until his pelvis pressed tight against the hot skin of Logan’s ass and upper thighs.

  That action got his boy’s attention.

  “Master!” he cried out even as his body began to sway forward and back in his chains. “I…I…I…”

  Drake wrapped his hands around Logan’s hips and began to piston in and out. “I know what you need, what we both need.”

  It was only a half dozen strokes before Drake’s balls pulled up tight and the tingle that signaled his imminent orgasm raced down his spine and filled his balls. Reaching around, he pulled at the leather cock ring flipping it open and dropping it to the floor. “Come for me, boy.”

  Logan’s screams were loud and long as his hips canted back and forth, fucking himself on Drake’s cock. His semen flew across the barn floor with each forward thrust. At the same time, his ass muscles clamped down on Drake’s cock, locking him deep inside the man’s body. Those tight muscles sent Drake flying into his own release. He wrapped his arms around Logan’s body and held the man as they both fought to remain on their feet.

  Once he felt steady enough, Drake eased his cock out of Logan and stumbled to the table where all his supplies were. After quickly cleaning himself up, he returned and took care of his boy. He left Logan where he was while he collected the toys, tossing them in a plastic bag for Logan to clean in the morning.