Bondage Ranch

by Roland Graeme

  Flint released the lace, only to put his hands on Vaughn’s shoulders and push down on them.

  “Get down on your knees and suck my dick,” he ordered. “And you’d better do a good job, or I’ll start in on your nuts again.”

  The fact that Vaughn couldn’t steady himself with his hands, which were so tightly bound behind his back, made his descent an awkward one. He fell rather than knelt, but he ended up in the submissive posture Flint wanted—kneeling naked on the floorboards at his feet.

  Flint took his cock in his hand and directed it to Vaughn’s mouth. He slapped it back and forth across Vaughn’s chin, then he demanded, “Open your mouth and get down on it!”

  Eager to suck that cock, Vaughn opened his mouth. But Flint didn’t give him a chance to get down on it, at least not of his own volition. Instead, he rammed the potent shaft of his cock between Vaughn’s lips, all the way inside his mouth, and down into his throat. His heavy balls swung like a fleshy pendulum and smacked against the underside of Vaughn’s chin. He bucked his pelvis energetically back and forth, and he began to fuck Vaughn’s mouth. Forcing Vaughn to take every inch of his manhood, he dominated him completely. Vaughn could feel his own cock hardening even more, so that the rough-textured rawhide wound around its base seemed to be cutting uncomfortably into his turgid flesh. He could also feel the tip of his own neglected but very erect penis already dripping semen. Vaughn couldn’t deny it. He was as aroused as he could ever recall having been in his life. This kinky shit was turning him on!

  “Yeah, take it!” Flint snarled, driving his hot piston deep into Vaughn’s throat, grinding his pubic hair against the kneeling cocksucker’s drooling lips. “Aw shit, you are one hot cocksucker!”

  As he pulled back and Vaughn’s throat cleared for an instant, Vaughn took advantage of the chance to snatch a quick, deep breath. But then the rubbery pipe of the erection slid back into his throat, with Flint’s full weight behind the thrust. Working his prick as though it was some kind of a fleshy power tool, he used it to ream out Vaughn orally.

  Vaughn moaned, trying to beg him to stop, to ease up on him. But of course with his mouth filled with hard, hot cock he was incapable of coherent speech at the moment. And the truth was he didn’t want Flint to stop. He wanted the well-hung bastard to go on fucking his throat. Vaughn had no will power of his own, no desire or ability to resist the other man.

  “Blow me,” Flint coached him. “Blow the hell out of my goddamn prick. Suck on that motherfucker like you can’t get enough of it. You fucking slut. Work it down into your throat. Choke on it. Take it all, every inch of that cock. Aw, that’s good. That’s some hot mouth you’ve got there, cowboy. This is better than pussy—better than a cunt. I love fucking your mouth and your throat. Open wide, buddy. Open wide and take me all the way down. Oh, God damn! Suck, you cock-loving son-of-a-bitch. Suck!”

  Mindlessly, Vaughn sucked. His mouth and throat were wide open, a passive orifice for Flint to use. The Texan’s bloated, inflexible manhood filled, stretched, and massaged Vaughn’s gaping oral hole. Vaughn could barely breathe around the bulky penis which was being shoved in and out of his mouth. Gagging, he struggled to accommodate it.

  After what seemed like an eternity, Flint suddenly pushed Vaughn away from him. Unable to use his hands to break his fall, Vaughn lost his balance and slumped onto his side on the floor.

  Flint stood there, naked and erect, his cock gleaming wet with Vaughn’s saliva. He looked down at Vaughn and grinned in a strange way that seemed half diabolical, half conspiratorial—as though the two of them shared a secret that they were keeping from the rest of the world.

  “How’re those wrists of yours doing?” he asked Vaughn.

  “Okay,” Vaughn panted.

  “Want me to leave your hands tied while I fuck you?”

  “Yes. Please!”

  “Yeah, I had a feeling you would,” Flint jeered. “It sounds like it could be kind of kinky.”

  He leaned over, put a hand under Vaughn’s sweaty armpit, and he unceremoniously hauled him to his feet. Just as matter-of-factly he pushed Vaughn toward the waiting bed, then onto it. Vaughn sprawled across the mattress.

  Standing beside the bed, Flint looked down at his up thrust cock. “Where’re the rubbers and the lube?” he asked, glancing over at the nightstand.

  “In the top drawer. But I don’t want you to use too much lube this time. I want to really feel you going in and out of me, fucking the hell out of my ass. I want to be nice and tight for you. I want to give you a ride you’ll never forget. And I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I want you to pretend I really am your prisoner—your sex prisoner—and that you’re taking me by force. I want you to hurt me with your big hard cock!” Vaughn spat out this lewd little monologue in a breathless rush. His entire body shook with arousal, with impatience—and with raw sexual need.

  Flint looked at Vaughn curiously, then he smiled.

  “You really are in a kinky mood tonight, aren’t you? Even for you.”

  “You bet I am.”

  “It looks like your new fuck buddy, the big stud deputy, has put a few wild ideas into your head.”

  “I’m not thinking about what he put into my head. I’m thinking about what he shoved up my ass. I want yours in there, too. I want your dick. I want to get fucked. Come on, Flint. Fuck me!”

  “I thought we decided I was going to be the boss around here, tonight. I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, boy, then I won’t need an invitation. I’ll take what I want, when I want it, and you’ll give it up to me. Or else. Lucky for you, I am in the mood.”

  Vaughn’s hard-on lifted itself steadily toward his abdomen as the hot blood flowed into it. Clumsily, he managed to twist himself around and get up onto his knees on the bed, with his bound hands resting in the small of his back.

  “Fuck me,” he repeated. But the request was unnecessary. Flint was already moving into position behind him.

  When Flint paused to put on the rubber, Vaughn turned his head slowly and watched the procedure, already excited by the thought of having the Texan stud drive that big, hard, latex-protected cock into him. Flint applied a light coating of lube to himself. Raising his head and meeting Vaughn’s gaze, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, his face expressionless except for his eyes, which smoldered with sexual anticipation. His lips parted as he exhaled, then he moved in closer against Vaughn, the uplifted lance of his rock-hard cock preceding him.

  “You want it so bad, bitch?” Flint jeered. “Well, you’re gonna get it.”

  Kneeling behind Vaughn, Flint touched his hips with both hands, very lightly, as he spread his legs and bent his knees to lower the trajectory of his cock to the proper angle. Then he guided the hard fuck pole into the waiting crack of Vaughn’s ass, centered the swollen head of it against his anus, and leaned into him. Vaughn’s bound hands pressed against Flint’s taut abdominal muscles. Vaughn wriggled his fingers, trying to obtain some purchase on the other man’s flesh. But with his wrists tied the way they were, that was impossible.

  “Open,” Flint demanded, tersely and breathlessly. “Open that hole. Give it up! Let me in.”

  Flint’s bloated erection felt like a heated crowbar as it pressed into Vaughn’s sphincter ring. But Vaughn moaned with pleasure and he pushed back against Flint, desperately wanting to feel the inflexible bulk of his virility piercing him to the hilt.

  “Fuck,” Flint whispered, hotly. “Your ass feels so tight!”

  “Stretch it,” Vaughn invited him. He threw his buttocks back around Flint’s hard-on in a whorish gesture of encouragement, wincing and grinding his teeth together in response to the friction the shaft caused as it sank into him. “Oh, yeah!” Vaughn exulted. “Get in there and go in deep. All the way. Now fuck me! Fuck me!”

  Flint almost pushed him flat onto his belly on the bed with the next thrust he made. Vaughn squirmed under the impact, acutely aware of the pressure inside his ass and also within
his throbbing cock.

  “Fuck me, Flint. I’m all yours,” Vaughn told him. The heat of the erection in his ass made a corresponding hot sweat break out all over his skin. “Oh, pound the hell out of my hole!”

  Flint lunged against him again and Vaughn felt him throbbing deep within him. And the strength of Flint’s cock as it began to move inside him seemed to radiate something of Flint’s power and masculinity throughout Vaughn’s body along with the torrid waves of its heat.

  “Fuck me. Take me,” Vaughn babbled. “Fuck my hole. Fuck my horny ass!”

  “Damn,” Flint grunted. “I’ll say one thing for you, buddy. You’re about as willing a dude who’s ever spread his hole for me. You want it bad, don’t you? You really like it this way, don’t you? You like it rough. You like being my submissive little bitch.”

  “I love it,” Vaughn admitted. “You know I do. Fuck me harder. Oh, fuck me as hard as you can!”

  Flint used his anus without mercy. He pounded Vaughn’s butt with violent, piston-like strokes, never letting up.

  “Fuck!” Vaughn screamed, as the other man took him. “Oh, holy fuck!”

  “Fucked!” Flint retorted, gloatingly. “Get fucked, buddy. Get fucked, and love it!”

  “Fucker!”

  “Whore!”

  “I hate your guts.”

  “Yeah? But you love my cock, don’t you, buddy? You love it. You can’t get enough of it. Slut. You dirty, cock-loving slut.”

  Midway through the fuck, Vaughn came, without even having his cock touched or the binding removed. Helplessly, he fired his load all over the bed. Ignoring Vaughn’s orgasm, Flint went right on pounding his butt, while Vaughn egged him on with every filthy verbal outburst he could think of. Finally, Flint came in his ass. He collapsed on top of Vaughn, his weight pressing Vaughn down onto the mattress. Gasping desperately for air to refill his lungs, Flint slid one arm under Vaughn’s neck. He gently pulled Vaughn’s head up and back against his, and he kissed Vaughn on every part of his face he could reach. It was surprisingly erotic, in some ways almost more pleasurable than being kissed on the mouth.

  They were both still breathing hard when Flint untied Vaughn’s wrists and inspected them.

  “You’re going to have marks on you for a day or two,” Flint pointed out. “You’re going to have to make sure to cover them up with your shirt cuffs.”

  “Oh, I’ll roll up my shirt sleeves the way I usually do, if I feel like it. I don’t care. I don’t care if the other guys notice the marks and they know I’ve been your sex slave. Let ’em all know that I took your big stud cock up my horny ass.”

  Flint laughed. “They’d have to be mind-readers to know all that just from seeing a couple of red marks on your wrists.”

  “Don’t be so sure. You have a certain reputation around here.”

  “Do I? You think anybody knows about us?” Flint sounded more amused than concerned by the possibility.

  “What we do in bed together is none of their business. Except for the fact that they’d probably be jealous.”

  “Turn around and hold still while I untie your cock and balls.”

  Carefully, Flint unknotted the second bootlace, and unwound it from around Vaughn’s genitals, freeing them as well.

  “Thanks. That felt good while it was on me and you were fucking me. But it feels good now that it’s off, too. It chafes a little. You’re not bad at this bondage and discipline stuff, for a beginner.”

  “You got off on that kinky shit, didn’t you?”

  “I really got off on it.”

  Flint snuggled down against him and whispered, “And I have to admit, I really got off on it, too. That was one hell of a hot fuck.”

  “Yeah, wasn’t it?”

  “It just seems to get better every time.”

  “Obviously we both know how to benefit from practice.”

  Vaughn could feel the coarse beard stubble on Flint’s cheek rubbing against the curve of his chest. He liked the feeling. Flint ran his fingers over Vaughn’s side and let them slide up over Vaughn’s pecs. Then, after a moment, Flint raised himself and climbed on top of him, with his legs settling in on either side of Vaughn’s thighs, and his cock and balls nestled against Vaughn’s own genitals. Flint lifted his shoulders just enough so that he could take Vaughn’s head between his hands and look down at him, his eyes large and bright in the dim light of the bedroom. He seemed to be watching Vaughn closely, gauging his reactions. He leaned forward and kissed Vaughn, very tenderly, the delicate caress of his tongue nudging Vaughn’s lips apart and penetrating them.

  Vaughn returned the kiss. The gentle intimacy was quite different from the violent sex they’d just shared. It was different—and yet in its own way it was equally satisfying, if not more satisfying.

  Flint broke the kiss and sat up a bit on the bed. Looking down at Vaughn, he smiled.

  “You are one hell of a kinky bastard,” he said.

  “Look who’s talking.”

  “Yeah, I guess we’re both kind of oversexed.”

  “Luckily, we’ve got each other to take care of the problem.”

  “Barely. The more wild I get in bed, the harder I come, the more I seem to want. It’s addictive. It almost scares me sometimes when I get so horny and out of control. Listen, Vaughn. The next time your buddy Darren invites you to one of his sex parties, I hope you’ll take me along. Think he’d mind?”

  “I know for a fact he wouldn’t mind. And the other guys who come to his get-togethers are going to love meeting you.”

  “You won’t be jealous, seeing me fucking around with a bunch of other horny men?”

  “Jealous? Of you? Why should I be? There’s no ring on my finger, mister.” Vaughn spoke flippantly, even as he did so he realized that his feelings for Flint might go deeper than he was willing to admit. “Besides, I plan on doing my own share of fucking around. At a sex party you have to make the rounds. That’s just basic gangbang etiquette.”

  “Oh, I see. Well, while we’re waiting for Darren to hand out the next invitation, maybe we’d better practice our sex techniques. We wouldn’t want the other guys at this party to show us up. We wouldn’t want them to think we’re a couple of inexperienced hicks.”

  “That’s a good idea. Why don’t we start out by seeing if you can get it up again?”

  “Buddy, you know I can get it up again!” Flint declared. “And put it to good use.”

  “You sure can talk a good fuck. How about showing me the real thing?”

  Flint made a sort of amorous growling sounds from deep in his throat, mock-threatening and tender at the same time. Then his mouth covered Vaughn’s, his hands beginning to move all over Vaughn’s body. Vaughn slid his arms up over Flint’s shoulders and pulled him down on him. Flint’s mouth crushed Vaughn’s, his tongue lashing with abandon all around the inside of Vaughn’s mouth, the slickness of their saliva mingling. Their naked bodies writhed erotically together. Vaughn knew that both of them would soon be aroused again. The night’s lovemaking had only begun. Vaughn also knew that whatever Flint would demand from him, Vaughn would give him—not only physically, but emotionally as well.

  Chapter Fourteen: A Nocturnal Visit

  Vaughn turned over onto his side on the bed. He was suspended in that hazy transition between sleep and wakefulness, in which he wasn’t certain whether the input from his senses was real, or only part of a dream.

  Aware that a warm, naked body was lying next to him on the bed, Vaughn opened his eyes.

  His bedmate was Flint, of course, fast asleep beside him. Vaughn saw that his alarm clock’s digital display read twelve-ten P.M.—just past midnight. As usual, they’d left on the little lamp on the nightstand while they were making love, so they could see what they were doing to each other. Tonight, they’d forgotten to turn it off when they were done.

  Vaughn was trying to decide whether he had enough energy and ambition to reach out his arm and find the lamp�
�s switch, when he became aware of another source of light, which appeared suddenly outside his window, penetrating the drapes. It was the headlights of a vehicle of some sort, which had pulled into the parking lot and was parking in the space in front of his room.

  Must be one of the other guys coming home from a night out on the town, Vaughn thought as he heard the car door open and close.

  But then, a moment later, there was a very light knock on his door.

  “Shit,” Vaughn muttered. Who could be visiting me unexpectedly at this time of night?

  Groggily, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and went to the window. Drawing the edge of the curtain back just enough so that he could peek out through the windowpane, he saw that the car was a police car—and that his visitor was none other than Officer Aaron Moncrieff, standing on the porch in full uniform.

  “Shit,” Vaughn repeated, under his breath. Any other time, he’d have been delighted to see Aaron, but under these circumstances—!

  He heard Flint stir on the bed behind him. “What—?” Flint mumbled, drowsily.

  “It’s nothing, Flint. I got up to check on the weather. Go back to sleep.”

  Naked, Vaughn opened the door a crack. Aaron grinned at him—and swept his glance appreciatively up and down Vaughn’s nude body.

  “I’ve had complaints about a lot of cocksucking going on in here.” Aaron was trying his best to look and sound stern, but the smirk on his face betrayed him.

  Vaughn played along. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir.”

  “No? Well, maybe I’d better investigate.”

  “You got a search warrant?”

  “Yeah, somewhere.” Aaron thrust his hand into one of the front pockets of his uniform trousers. Then he withdrew the hand and rubbed it suggestively over the bulge his genitals made in the pants. “Got it right here.”

  Vaughn couldn’t suppress a laugh. “How’d you know which of these rooms is mine?”

  “Give me some credit for being able to do a little basic detective work. Plus your truck parked right outside was a dead giveaway. If I’d knocked on the wrong door, who knows? Maybe I’d have gotten lucky and been invited in anyway. I am going to be invited in, aren’t I?”