Duane didn’t disappoint him. The moment his mouth covered Jacob’s and his tongue slid in between Jacob’s lips, the farmhand felt the warmth of desire suffuse his flesh. Sighing deeply, Jacob pressed himself tightly against him, savoring the strength, the closeness of the other hard, athletic body.
Duane’s fingers found Jacob’s pecs and stroked the tender nipples to life. The twin cones of flesh stiffened and throbbed, pulsating with pleasure, yearning for still stronger stimulation.
Duane seemed able to read his thoughts. Without saying anything, he turned Jacob’s body on the bed, seated himself on the edge of the mattress, and positioned Jacob so that the farmhand lay in front of him.
The touch of the other man’s hands on his thighs made Jacob shiver all over. As Duane’s caress moved upward to fondle Jacob’s cock and balls, Jacob clenched his teeth to keep himself from yelling out loud. He felt as though he was melting with urgency; falling apart at the seams with the need for fulfillment. He closed his eyes and held his breath, feeling as though some vast natural force such as a hurricane was building up inside of him.
Duane lowered his face and pressed his mouth to the quivering plane of Jacob’s naked belly. His tongue felt as though it were setting the other man’s flesh on fire. His warm, wet tongue penetrated Jacob’s navel and tickled it, making him squirm.
Jacob groaned and thrust his hips forward, offering Duane his erection, needing for him to possess his cock with his mouth and bring him the peace of ejaculation.
Duane crouched above Jacob. Leaning down, he cupped the youth’s pecs in his hands and kissed each of them in turn, lingering over the tender nipples and sucking them until they were hard and throbbing with life.
Jacob twisted his trembling fingers through Duane’s hair and tried to coax him down further along his body, toward his aching, yearning cock.
Suddenly, the cop looked up at the farmhand, and his eyes were very serious.
“I remember you telling me you like it kind of rough. Did you mean that?”
There was a plaintive note in his voice that reached Jacob through his drug-induced fog and made him shiver with a combination of fear and anticipation.
“How rough are we talking about?” Jacob asked.
“Oh, just some harmless little fun and games. Could you get into that?”
“It depends on whom I’m with,” Jacob muttered, feeling unable to meet Duane’s gaze for some reason. “With you … I’d be willing to do just about anything, I guess.”
“Good. Tonight, I want to be the one in charge. I want to control you. Dominate you. Force you to submit to me.”
“Do it.”
Duane reached over and stroked Jacob’s cheek tenderly. “Don’t worry. You can trust me,” he whispered, his tone thick with emotion.
He kissed Jacob—kissed him long and hard, full on the mouth. The farmhand wound his arms around the cop’s massive shoulders and writhed with delight as Duane’s hands moved over his naked body, touching all of most the sensitive, responsive places, and making him ache with need.
Duane’s tongue found the inside of Jacob’s ear and he licked it, wetting it and making him squirm in an involuntary response, before Duane whispered, “Touch me. Don’t be afraid.”
Jacob unlocked his fingers from behind his neck and forced them to move downward, over the muscular curves of Duane's shoulders—and beyond.
His chest was much fuller than Jacob’s; the nipples looked larger and blunter, and their color was more reddish-brown than dark pink. Despite Jacob’s nervousness about getting into some sort of a domination and submission scene with this hot young cop, he found himself growing increasingly fascinated by the feeling of the other man’s flesh in his hands.
Braver now, he continued to explore, directing his touch downward over Duane’s belly, and then still lower, to the warm hardness of his inner thighs.
Duane groaned and rolled over onto his back, submitting himself to Jacob completely. The sight of the other naked man, eyes closed and waiting, seemed to trigger an uncontrollable hunger inside of Jacob.
Panting heavily, Jacob crawled across the bed on his hands and knees, and he straddled Duane’s hips.
“That’s good. Aw, fuck! That’s real good,” the policeman muttered, as Jacob massaged his pecs with his fingers, exploring the rougher, darker flesh around his prominent nipples.
His obvious pleasure inspired Jacob to continue. Jacob slid himself backward, down Duane’s legs, while his hands trailed across his belly, over the narrow, incongruously boyish flare of his hips.
Duane ran his tongue across his lips, moistening them, making them shine. Jacob heard his breathing turn rapid and shallow. Jacob saw the color of his cheeks darken, and little beads of moisture pop out across his brow.
Jacob slipped his knees in between Duane’s, and rubbed his hands up and down the insides of his thighs. Duane gasped and bent his legs double, pulling his knees back toward his chest. Mutely, he lay there and offered his genitals to Jacob.
Hesitantly, timidly, Jacob reached forward and cupped his palm around the twin bulk of Duane’s testicles. An agonized groan escaped from Duane’s lips and seemed to beg Jacob for a harder, more intimate touch.
Shivering with excitement, Jacob began to stroke Duane’s ball sac rhythmically, all the while thinking about the way Duane had touched him, and trying his best to imitate those caresses.
“Oh, yes. Hell, yes!” Duane rasped, and he arched himself high off the mattress.
That was all the encouragement Jacob needed. Confident now—propelled by a strange, intoxicating sense of power—he probed and massaged and fondled, not only the turgid spheres of flesh that contained Duane’s nuts, but the stiff, throbbing shaft of his cock. His manipulations wrung loud, heaving groans of pleasure out of Duane's throat. They seemed to be driving him wild with the ecstasy of purely physical passion.
His fingers grabbed at the outside curves of Jacob’s thighs and began to slide upward, first over Jacob’s hips, and then around and onto his buttocks. The farmhand felt himself being drawn forward and down, until his body was covering Duane’s.
A sudden undulation of Duane’s belly, accompanied by a grinding motion of his hips, made Jacob grunt in response, desperate with excitement. As flesh contacted flesh, as cock pressed itself against cock, and balls rubbed over balls, Jacob felt as though skyrockets were starting to go off inside his skull—and inside his cock.
Duane’s arms wound themselves around his waist and the cop rolled him onto my back, without breaking the hot, sweaty contact of our bodies.
Reflexively, Jacob positioned himself so as to maximize the friction that their bodies, and especially their genitals, were making against each other. He dug my heels into the mattress. He offered up his groin as a sacrifice to the delightful, maddening contact of Duane’s flesh.
Duane rubbed himself against Jacob, making him groan with joy as the erotic sensations intensified within him.
Jacob bared his teeth in a snarl of delight as Duane’s fingertips dug into his chest—kneading the warm, aching flesh—squeezing the nipples until they felt as though they would burst from the pressure of excitement. If this was a hint of what the cop meant by rough sex, domination, and fun and games, then Jacob was all for it.
They began to rub their bodies together still more insistently, the heat and friction of the frottage making both men’s cocks stiffen even more. As they did so, the promise of fulfillment leaped into being—hovering, it seemed, only moments out of their reach.
Jacob dug his fingers into the firmness of Duane’s behind, telling him with the pressure of his touch to move faster, harder … to make Jacob go the limit, if possible. To make him come, just from rubbing against him!
Duane squirmed away from him, but only for a moment. Then, they were stretched out, head to toe, rolling back toward each other on the bed.
Duane’s searching mouth found the inside of Jacob’s hard-muscled thigh, and his tongue began to tease Jacob’s bal
l sac. Duane licked the shaft of his prick, and then he flicked his tongue-tip lightly up and down the length of the organ before teasing the piss slit.
“Do it to me, too,” he growled, between licks. “This is the way I want it to be, tonight. I want you to be my submissive little bitch.”
Jacob hesitated, but only for a second. As Duane’s mouth got to work on his flesh, sucking his cock, driving Jacob’s extended, stiffened fuck tool deep inside his mouth and throat, the last of Jacob’s inhibitions melted away, like morning dew exposed to the warm rays of the sun.
Jacob rushed at his bedmate—servicing him with his lips and tongue—doing to him exactly what Duane was doing to him: tasting his oozing seminal fluid, licking his cock, his balls. Pursing his lips around the swollen tip of the cop’s fleshy nightstick and sucking on it, hard.
Tasting Duane’s cock only made Jacob want to taste the cop’s ass, too. He slid his arms around Duane’s legs, until the insides of Jacob’s elbows were pressed against the backs of Duane’s knees. Jacob pulled Duane’s legs back and strained his neck forward, lowering his head and forcing his face between the other guy’s split-open ass cheeks. Jacob began kissing and tongue-fucking Duane’s asshole. The salty, slightly musky flavor intoxicated him.
In another moment, Duane had pulled Jacob’s legs back in exactly the same way, so that the cop could attack the farmhand’s asshole with his own lips and tongue while Jacob continued to rim him. When Shakespeare had one of his characters refer to “making the beast with two backs,” he was describing an act of heterosexual intercourse. But it was an equally apt description for what the two men were doing to each other now. With their four legs bent sharply at the knees and protruding at odd angles, with their feet flailing away, toes curled in arousal, and with their mouths pressed tightly against each other’s anal puckers, they no doubt did resemble some strange animal, making love to itself, rather than two human males.
The bed bounced and creaked underneath them as we labored together to reach their mutual goal of orgasm. Moaning, gasping, they possessed each other simultaneously. Driving their tongues deep inside each other’s assholes. Sucking each other’s asses, making hot, impassioned oral-anal love to each other, without reserve, without hesitation, without shame.
Jacob felt wild, drugged far beyond effect that mere cannabis could possibly have on him, completely caught up in the raging whirlpool of his desire.
Hungrily, he devoured Duane’s burning anal flesh, deriving pleasure from the guttural sounds of the cop’s helpless response. Jacob exulted in the way Duane’s sphincter muscle and his strong, sleek thighs tightened and quivered with each darting movement of Jacob’s tongue inside his body.
And then, Jacob felt as though he were suddenly spinning—flying—soaring up toward the ceiling of that warm dimly lit bedroom in the quiet house. It must have been some delayed reaction from the marijuana. A warm pleasure seemed to suffuse his entire body. It was almost as good as coming!
Panting helplessly for breath, he imprisoned Duane’s head between his thighs and he bucked my ass against Duane’s slurping, suctioning mouth and penetrating tongue quite furiously, allowing himself to experience this prolonged arousal to the fullest possible extent.
Jacob’s passion seemed contagious. In another moment, Duane was thrashing about with a near-orgasmic violence. He was pounding away at Jacob with his buttocks. Rubbing his sweaty ass cheeks and his flexing, pulsating anal rim against Jacob’s mouth and tongue. Forcing Jacob to tongue-fuck him, whether the other man wanted to or not. But of course Jacob wanted to do it. He never wanted to stop eating the cop’s ass.
“Stop,” Duane gasped, after another few moments of their reciprocal ass play. “Time out, buddy! I don’t want to come yet. And I’m getting close. Damn close!”
“Me, too,” Jacob admitted.
“Which way do you really want it tonight?” Duane demanded. “Rough, or smooth?”
“Both.” Jacob was feeling greedy. “Fuck me rough, if you feel like it. I like it when a real man takes charge of me and fucks me up the ass. I like to pretend I’m being forced. But then—afterward—maybe we can just cuddle.”
Duane nodded. “Sounds like a plan. ‘Forced,’ huh?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve got just the thing, right here.” Duane searched under one of the pillows, and pulled out a pair of heavy steel handcuffs.
“Fuck,” Jacob exclaimed. “You keep those things right here, in the bed?”
“I wear them at work, on the back of my belt,” the cop reminded him. “But in all honesty, I rarely have to use them, on the job. They’ve been going to waste. I figured they might come in handy tonight, so I stashed them under the pillow when I made the bed. Want me to put them on you, so you can try them on for size?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Good. That saves me the trouble of subduing your ass, and putting the cuffs on you by force.”
“Subdue me? Restrain by force?” Jacob bluffed. “You and who else?”
“Me, myself, and I, fucker.”
Brusquely, Duane grabbed Jacob’s wrists, one at a time, and positioned them against each other in the small of his back. He snapped the cuffs closed around Jacob’s wrists. Duane made these movements so quickly, smoothly, and deftly that Jacob didn’t even have a chance to struggle. He found himself cuffed before he knew what had hit him!
“Yeah,” Duane declared, with audible relish. “You look really hot, cuffed like that. Naked … my naked prisoner. My fucking sex slave. You’re going to learn some respect for the law tonight, fucker. You’re going to be my submissive little bitch.”
“Yes, sir. Fuck me!”
Duane slapped Jacob’s bare butt. Hard!
“You don’t give the orders here!” he barked. “I do! And you take them! Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Damn right,” Duane growled. “You’re a punk whore, and you’re here to satisfy me. You’re just a hole for me to fuck. Isn’t that right, boy?”
“That’s right, sir. I’m a dirty punk whore who loves to get fucked.”
Duane began to finger Jacob’s asshole, inserting first one finger inside him, then two. After toying with the ass for some time, probing deep, he eased a third finger in next to the other two. Then he really began to finger-fuck Jacob, making him shiver and gasp. Instinctively, Jacob tried to yank his arms apart; but of course he couldn’t. Not with the handcuffs keeping his wrists held close together behind his back.
“Lie still,” Duane ordered him. “Stop fighting it. Keep your ass open and let me get my hand in there. Have you ever been fist-fucked?”
“No,” Jacob said. Momentarily, he panicked. If the big, tough cop tried to fist-fuck him, Jacob was hardly in a position to resist. They hadn’t discussed limits prior to getting into this scene. It now looked as though that might have been a mistake. A big mistake!
“I didn’t think so. You’re too tight. Um, I bet that hole of yours is going to feel nice and tight around my dick. You ready to get fucked, now?”
“Yes, sir. But with your cock, please. Not your fist. I can’t take a fist.”
“No? You’d better be tight enough to squeeze my cock and make it feel good, then,” Duane warned Jacob. “You’d better give my dick a good, hot ride.”
Duane opened the top drawer of the nightstand and took out a condom and a tube of lubricant. He ripped open the condom packet and put the rubber on his prick. He squirted some of the lube onto his hand, and slicked himself up. Then he swiped his hand up and down in the crack of Jacob’s butt, massaging the rest of the lube into his sphincter muscle.
Duane knelt behind Jacob and deftly inserted himself into the farmhand’s hole. He wasn’t gentle; but Jacob didn’t want him to be. Leaning into Jacob, Duane thrust in and out of him repeatedly. Jacob pushed his buttocks back against the cop’s groin, impaling himself on the hard-on and gritting his teeth to keep himself from screaming as the friction of the shaft plowing into him seare
d his anal flesh like a blowtorch.
“Yeah,” Duane grunted. “That’s a hot, tight ass!”
“Fuck me!”
“I’ll fuck you,” the cop promised, or rather threatened. “I’m going to fuck you all I want. And there’s nothing you can do about it, is there? You ain’t going anywhere, bitch. Not for the rest of the night. You’re just going to lie there and get fucked!”
Jacob lay there and got fucked. He was handcuffed, helpless. But he was too turned on to remain passive. He worked his anal muscles frantically, squeezing and milking Duane’s cock.
“Pound my hole. Pound it!” he begged his fucker.
“Be careful what you wish for, bitch! You’re going to get it, all right.”
Jacob got it, all right. Much more than he’d bargained for!
Duane put both of his hands on Jacob’s hips and pulled his butt back against his groin so that the full length of his cock went inside the farmhand again. He had a very large cock, and Jacob could feel it jabbing against the walls of his rectum every time the horny bastard thrust it deep into him. After giving Jacob a few punishing strokes in this position, Duane pushed him down on the bed so that he was bent over, on his knees, with his face pressed down on the mattress. And then the powerfully built blond man settled in behind Jacob and began to fuck him for real, making the hammering he’d been giving him up to now seem like mere foreplay!
With each stroke he made into Jacob, the bones of his hips jabbed into Jacob’s buttocks with a sharp, bruising impact. His cock felt huge, and very hard—and very hot, like a branding iron inserted into Jacob’s guts and searing them from the inside. Jacob lay there under him and groaned, his body trembling not only from the pain, but from the humiliation—both of which Jacob, perversely, welcomed. Duane fucked him brutally, using him as though Jacob was indeed a whore whose services he’d purchased for the night. But Jacob loved it!
As the cop continued to work himself in and out of Jacob’s hole, the pain ebbed away somewhat. It wasn’t quite as intense as it had been before; but it was still pretty bad, because Duane was fucking Jacob like a bull and his cock felt extraordinarily long and thick and inflexible inside him, to say nothing of extremely hot.
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