“Oh, Trace, is everything okay? I saw Xavi run out of here. You know, if you had hired me as your assistant, you wouldn’t be having all of those troubles with your tools. I could help you with all of your great, big, tools.” Stan ran a fingertip up Trace’s arm from his elbow to the top of his shoulder. Then Stan widened his eyes, making him look like he belonged in an insane asylum.
Trace slapped the man’s hand away. “Knock it off, Stan. You’re out of line.”
Stan huffed and said, “At least I can actually talk to you.”
Trace turned to Stan and took a step toward him. “Get out now.”
The man was at least smart enough to get the hell out of there. Trace unhooked Aces and put him into a nearby empty stall, making sure the horse had water and some fresh hay. Then Trace made his way out of the barn, ready to deal with his sweet pea.
Chapter Six
Xavi was pissed, humiliated, and horny. Trace was right that the tools were his responsibility, but Stan was a meddling asshole. Xavi knew Stan had purposely rearranged those tools to get him in trouble.
He couldn’t believe he had thrown all of that stuff at Trace and then yelled at him. Xavi never lost his temper. Boy, had he lost his temper. Why couldn’t he have lost it on someone who was shorter and skinnier? Of course he had to get mad at someone who could break him in half with one hand.
Xavi watched as Trace came out of the barn and, without saying one word, got onto the four-wheeler. Xavi wrapped his arms tightly around Trace’s waist as he started the machine and took off, gravel spraying behind them.
The trip from the barn to the farmhouse was way too short for Xavi’s comfort. Trace turned off the machine and got off. Turning, he picked Xavi up off the machine and threw him over one broad shoulder. Breathing wasn’t much of an option for Xavi, as Trace went up the steps of the porch and then took the stairs to the second floor way too fast for Xavi’s poor, abused stomach.
Once they reached Trace’s bedroom, Trace put Xavi down and locked the door. Xavi regained his balance only to find Trace sitting on the bed, taking off his boots. Xavi didn’t know what to do. If he ran, Trace would chase him and although that might be fun at another time, right now there was no way Xavi was poking the beast.
After his boots and socks were lying on the floor, Trace leaned back, bracing his hands on the bed. “Strip,” he ordered.
Xavi could see by the fierce look on Trace’s face that his options were dwindling fast. So he quickly took off his clothes and stood there, waiting for Trace’s next order.
“Xavi, do you agree that the tools you are responsible for were not easily accessible for me?”
Shit. “Yes,” he answered.
“Do you also agree that you lost your temper and proceeded to yell and throw things at me?”
Double shit. “Yes,” he answered.
Xavi watched all those delicious muscles in Trace’s arms and chest flex as he took his T-shirt off and then opened his jeans. Xavi was ready to fall to his knees and start sucking that gorgeous cock that was making a huge bulge against the front of Trace’s jeans. But of course, Trace had other ideas.
“Come over here and lay across my lap, sweet pea,” he ordered.
Xavi blinked. There was no way Trace was going to do what Xavi thought he was going to do. No way. When Xavi took a step closer, Trace’s hand shot out and grabbed Xavi’s wrist. Trace pulled until Xavi was lying across those big, muscular thighs. Xavi had to grab Trace’s pant leg to keep his balance.
“Trace, we’ve never talked about spankings,” Xavi said.
“Of course we haven’t. They’re for when you do something wrong.”
“What if I don’t agree to a spanking?” Xavi asked.
“If you’re truly scared or it disgusts you, you can get up. Otherwise, you are getting a spanking. Especially for that temper tantrum.” Trace was rubbing his big hand over Xavi’s ass, causing goose bumps to rise along his back and his cock to press tightly against the side of Trace’s leg.
“I’m not a child who needs a spanking.” Xavi knew he sounded like he was pouting, but he was still a bit pissed at the way Stan had his hands all over Trace. Trace was his.
“No, you’re not a child, you’re my sweet pea,” Trace answered. Then one of his huge hands came down.
Xavi jumped and cried out from the red-hot pain that radiated from his ass. Trace’s hand came down again and again, until he felt tears run down his cheeks. Then, Trace started rubbing his hot flesh, making him squirm, adding friction to his now-straining prick that was leaving spots of pre-cum on the leg of Trace’s jeans.
Trace ran his fingers along the crack of his ass. “Spread your legs,” he ordered.
Xavi did as he was told and felt Trace’s fingers spread his cheeks further and rub a wet finger around his entrance. Then that finger was gone, but came back even wetter and pushed into his hole. Xavi pushed back, letting it slide in deeper.
Trace didn’t give Xavi much time to get use to one finger before he put two, then three, in that warm, snug heat that Trace planned on visiting many more times in the near future. Trace was starting to think there was a future beyond that, too. So far, Xavi had been able to handle his rough ways just fine.
Trace easily flipped Xavi off his lap and around onto the bed. Xavi landed on his hands and knees, and that was just where Trace wanted him. Trace grabbed a condom package off the bed. He had condoms and lube stashed all over the room, deciding that there was no way he was not having one near when Xavi finally agreed to let him into his body. He had even put condoms and lube all over the attached bathroom.
Trace gloved up and squeezed on extra lube from the tube he had already opened when he was getting Xavi ready. Kneeling on the bed, he took a moment and looked at the pretty man before him. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Nice shoulders, slim waist, and an ass he could spend all day licking and biting. Trace couldn’t wait any longer. Moving, he covered Xavi with his body, loving the way his chest felt rubbing against Xavi’s back. He cock probed against Xavi’s crack, searching for that tiny opening that would soon bring him so much pleasure. Reaching down, he guided his cock to its destination and pushed until it breached Xavi’s opening. Trace could feel Xavi pushing out and he thrust sharply, sinking in until his hips were tight against Xavi’s ass.
Trace took a moment enjoying the feel of Xavi’s skin, still warm from his spanking, against the sensitive skin above his dick. Rubbing his hands up and down the soft skin of Xavi’s back, Trace now noticed shiny scars here and there all over his back and shoulders.
Xavi shifted his hips and squeezed down on his cock, taking Trace’s attention away from his back. Trace couldn’t stop setting up a fierce rhythm that slid his cock over Xavi’s tiny gland with every thrust. Xavi wasn’t a loud lover. Trace hadn’t expected him to be. But with his body, he showed Trace exactly how he was feeling. Every time Trace pegged his gland, Xavi shivered and tiny muscles squeezed tightly around his cock, bringing him to the brink. Xavi’s skin was glowing, covered in a light sheen of sweat, enhancing the smell of leather, horse, and man.
Reaching under Xavi, Trace lifted his weeping prick and started stroking it. It didn’t take long before Xavi was impaling himself on Trace’s cock and thrusting into Trace’s hand. Trace squeezed Xavi’s cock head, shoving his blunt fingernail into the slit. Xavi stiffened and his back arched up against Trace as cum burst out, covering Trace’s hand and shooting volley after volley onto the bed. When there was no more left, Trace firmly grabbed Xavi’s hips and plunged over and over into Xavi’s still-spasming hole.
All too soon, the familiar tingle started at the base of Trace’s spine and went straight to his balls, making them pull up tight. Trace kept up his forceful thrusts until, with a deep groan, cum poured out of his cock, filling the condom full. Xavi’s warm hole felt so good surrounding Trace’s dick that he didn’t want to stop his now-lazy slide into Xavi’s depths.
Leaning forward, he kissed Xavi on the neck, pulling up
a lurid purple mark. Xavi tipped his head, giving Trace even more access, so he pulled up another equally dark bruise. Finally, Trace couldn’t prolong their loving anymore and slowly pulled out, holding onto the edge of the condom. With a few quick motions, he had the condom off, wrapping it with some tissues from a box on the nightstand. Taking a few more from the box, he cleaned Xavi up a little.
Throwing the tissues in the garbage can by the bed, he collapsed, pulling Xavi into his arms. He knew they would get up and shower in a little bit. But for now, he wanted to hold onto the man who he found to be as sweet as candy, yet tough and sharp as a raw pea, his sweet pea.
* * * *
Xavi was worried. He had felt the moment Trace had noticed the scars on his back and he had thankfully been able to deter the man’s attention away from them. Xavi knew Trace would most certainly be starting round two pretty soon. Probably real soon, by the feel of the steel pole prodding at his ass as they lay there enjoying a cuddle moment.
Trace would no doubt want to have sex in a different position other than with Xavi on his hands and knees. Xavi knew that would lead to the discovery of the scars on his knees. So far, he had managed to keep his jeans covering them or divert Trace’s attention away from them. Now it was just a matter of time before his secrets came out, and then the questions would start and knowing Trace, all hell could break out.
And just like Xavi knew would happen, Trace turned him onto his back and started kissing him. Xavi soon found himself lost in Trace’s lips and tongue. Then Trace added big, rough hands that explored his body, running them over his shoulders, plucking his nipples until they were reddened and standing at attention. Lower they slowly went, adding to the anticipation, making Xavi’s hard cock bob against his belly, smearing pre-cum in its wake.
Those hands turned teasing as they dipped into his belly button, treating that shallow indent almost like his other hole, which was yearning to be filled again. Trace’s lips left his and started nibbling down the side of Xavi’s neck, sucking at the base where it met his shoulder.
Trace’s hands encircled Xavi’s hips, thumbs pressing into the hollows on either side of his straining cock. Xavi felt a drop of pre-cum jet out his prick and land just under his nipple. Trace wasn’t finished with him, as he palmed his ass with both of his hands. Xavi could do nothing but clutch the bed covers, his body writhing under Trace’s assault. Then a hand moved lower, running down his leg. Xavi stiffed, hoping with all his heart that Trace would skip exploring his knees and keep going down his calf until he reached his foot.
But fate hadn’t ever been much of a friend to Xavi, and it wasn’t now.
“What the hell?”
Chapter Seven
Xavi closed his eyes and waited. At first, Trace ran his palm down Xavi’s knee, taking in the irregular shape. Instead of a smooth, rounded kneecap, the bottom of Xavi’s was covered with a thick, hard callus-type scar. It didn’t cause him too many problems right now, because he was only twenty-one. But by his late thirties into his forties, he knew he would start to feel pain and it would increase until he couldn’t stand it anymore and would need surgery. Although there were no outward indications right now, Xavi knew his hips would more than likely be shot by his middle years also. Xavi had no doubts about this. He had seen it happen, to many people from his parent’s church.
Trace finished exploring Xavi’s knee and went on to the other one, finding it in the same condition.
“You want to tell me what this is all about? What the hell were you doing, that would cause your knees to be this damaged?” Trace’s voice was very low and kind of a creepy quiet. Tension was filling the air, the longer it took for Xavi to answer.
“I was praying not to go to hell,” he said.
“What?” Trace’s voice had raised a few octaves with that word. Xavi knew he’d better get the words out before someone paid dearly from Trace’s temper, although Xavi knew deep in his heart Trace would never hurt him.
“My family follows a religion that believes you need to kneel on your knees and pray for hours every day,” Xavi tried explain. “Everyone is required to go to church at a minimum of twice a week, sometimes more. It wasn’t always that way. I remember when I was young and we lived near my grandfather and went to the church down the street.”
Xavi had to take a breath. This was going to be harder than he thought. Trace had pulled him completely into his arms and had his face pressed protectively against the curve of his shoulder. One rough hand was soothingly running slowly up and down his bare back.
“One day, when I was about five, my dad met some men who belonged to a church two towns away from where we lived. Something must have clicked and my dad became real excited about what these men had to say. The next thing I knew, my dad went from teaching me and my brothers how to catch a ball, to making us kneel and memorize prayers that I had never heard before.
“My dad moved us from our home to a house near the new church. I can honestly say that my dad became totally immersed in that religion. He started what he said was ‘training’ on us. We would kneel on the hard wooden floor and recite all these passages. If we faltered, he punished us with his leather belt. It was so hard for me, because my shyness just kept getting worse and worse, especially when the elders of that church would come to check our progress.”
Xavi became absorbed in the memories until soft kisses accompanied by the rough shadow of Trace’s facial hair on his cheek brought him back to the present. Xavi turned his face and met Trace’s lips in a kiss that was both a comfort and a lifeline to Xavi’s heart.
“What about your mom? Didn’t she have anything to say about her son’s treatment?” Trace asked.
Xavi couldn’t hold back his snort. “My mom is shy like me. She would never say anything against my dad. When she met the ladies in that church, they welcomed her with open arms and she found what she needed in their company.”
Xavi looked up into Trace’s light-blue eyes. “I have to tell you something.”
“You can tell me anything you want, sweet pea.”
“I was at the Winston farm because my grandfather rescued me after my dad found out I was gay. My brother saw me with a man at a bar and told my dad. Between my two brothers and my dad, they forced me into my bedroom and locked me in there until the elders arrived. I spent a week on my knees, praying until I collapsed. When I would wake up, it would start all over again. They truly believed they were saving my soul and then they told me they were going to send me to a retreat that would cure me.
“Grandpa got me out of there and gave me his credit card. He told me to get to the Winston farm, that Silas would help me. You have to know, if my dad, brothers or anyone from that church finds me, they will try to force me to go to that retreat.”
“Over my dead body. Nobody is taking you anywhere you don’t want to go.” Trace kissed him again. Xavi noted that both of their cocks had softened during their conversation.
“To be honest, Trace, I don’t know what to do. Maybe I should disappear. I wouldn’t want anyone here to get hurt because of something connected to me.”
“You’re not going anywhere, sweet pea. Let’s go shower and then we’re heading up to the big house. We need to talk to Graham. He considers us all a part of his family and if there’s trouble, he would want to know about it.” Trace got out of bed and pulled Xavi to his feet.
Xavi soon found himself in the shower washing Trace at the same time Trace was washing him. When he started soaping up Trace’s cock and balls, he couldn’t help himself. He absolutely loved touching and exploring Trace’s cock. Sliding to his knees, he took it into his mouth and started sucking and licking it like a starving man. And he was. He needed the connection and could feel the tension leaving him, as he continued to swallow the head until it burst, giving him the prize of Trace’s cum.
The second he let Trace’s now-softening cock leave his mouth, Xavi found himself lifted up until his feet were off the floor of the shower and he was pressed again
st the wall. Trace’s light-blue eyes were blazing as they glared at him. “Did your knees hurt when you sucked me?”
“No.”
“Do you ever have pain in your knees?” Trace’s eyes held his captive, demanding honest answers.
“No. Most of the people of the church don’t have too many problems until they are in their late thirties.”
“If there is any pain at all, you will tell me, sweet pea. We can make it work, so it doesn’t hurt.”
Xavi sank both his hands into Trace’s hair and pulled their lips together. His cock was so hard and Trace’s words had his balls pulling up tight against his body. Their kiss deepened and Trace’s tongue demanded entrance, pressing into his mouth. Xavi held onto Trace and let him fuck his mouth, while he rubbed his throbbing prick against ridges of Trace’s hard abs.
Trace broke the kiss and said, “Come.”
That’s all it took, Xavi’s prick erupted, painting Trace with lines of white. Trace pulled Xavi close and both men took a moment to hold one another
* * * *
Trace looked across the desk at his boss, watching the emotions play across his face as Xavi, with a lot of stops and starts, painfully repeated his story. Trace kept his arm around Xavi’s shoulders, letting him know he wasn’t alone any longer.
Looking to the side, Trace saw that Adam’s face was like granite. There wasn’t an ounce of emotion on it, but his eyes were blazing with rage. Trace always had the feeling that Adam’s childhood had shaped him into the playboy that he was. Seeing how he was reacting to Xavi’s story reaffirmed his opinion. There was a story behind the wall of the man’s façade.
Finally, Xavi came to the end of his story and the room grew quiet. Trace watched Graham put his elbows on his desk and steeple his fingers together, looking down at the top of his desk in contemplation. The silence lengthened until Trace thought Xavi was going to come apart at the seams and run out of the room.
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