Bondage Ranch

by Roland Graeme

  “Ah—”

  “I know it’s late. Did I wake you up?”

  “Not quite.”

  “I just got off work. I didn’t want to call you, this late, so I sent you a text message—”

  “I didn’t get it. Probably because I put my phone down somewhere in here—”

  “That’s what I figured. So I thought I’d take a chance and drive by. I saw you had a light on.”

  “Yeah, well, Aaron, ordinarily I’d invite you in. But the fact is, I’ve got company.”

  “Oh?” The disappointment was apparent on Aaron’s face. “Well, in that case, I’ll make myself scarce. Sorry. Next time I’ll make sure to call ahead of—”

  “Wait.” Both men heard Flint’s voice coming from the bed. “Why don’t you invite your friend in, Vaughn? I don’t mind.”

  After a moment’s hesitation, Vaughn opened the door wider, and gestured for Aaron to come in. Vaughn closed and secured the door after him.

  Flint was sitting up on the bed. Evidently deciding that the situation didn’t require modesty, he made no effort to pull the bedclothes over his exposed crotch. “Hi, Aaron.”

  “Hey, Flint. Long time, no see. I haven’t run into you in town lately.”

  “Vaughn, here’s been keeping me pretty busy.”

  Aaron smiled in a way that was almost a smirk. “I can just imagine. Lucky you. Listen, are you guys sure I’m not interrupting anything?”

  “No, not at all. We were just nodding off,” Vaughn said. “Want a nightcap?”

  “Yes, thanks.”

  “Let’s all have a round,” Flint suggested, reaching for the bottle of scotch on the nightstand.

  “Coming right up.” Vaughn went in search of a third glass.

  “I guess I’d better get dressed,” Flint said.

  “Oh, don’t bother, on my account,” Aaron urged him.

  “Then I won’t,” Flint replied with a laugh. “No need for any of us to be shy, is there? We’re all friends.”

  “I hope we are,” Aaron said. “I hope we can all become much better friends before the night’s over. Damn! That’s some ink you’ve got there,” he added, as his eyes swept appreciatively over the tattoos on Flint’s nude body. “If I get too close to those critters, do you think they’d bite me?”

  “Only one way to find out,” Flint suggested. “Rub yourself against me and see. After all, you’ve got that gun on your hip to protect yourself with.”

  “If I do any shooting in here, it won’t be with my pistol. Oh, thanks,” Aaron told Vaughn, as he poured him his drink. “Would you men be interested in something to go with it?” He unbuttoned the breast pocket of his uniform shirt and pulled out a battered pack of cigarettes. Vaughn saw that the pack was half-empty, and that, camouflaged among the remaining tobacco cigarettes, were four hand-rolled joints.

  “I didn’t know you smoked, Aaron,” Flint said.

  “I don’t,” the deputy replied. “Not tobacco, anyway. It’s bad for your health.”

  Flint grinned as he accepted one of the joints. “And this stuff isn’t?”

  “No one can lead a completely pure life, I suppose,” was Aaron’s philosophical rejoinder.

  The three men, with a joint apiece, lit up and smoked. Vaughn found a saucer for them to use as an ashtray.

  “Yeah. Now that’s the way I like to end a long, hot day at work,” Aaron declared, as he blew sweet-smelling rings of bluish-gray smoke into the air.

  “You’re going to be a bad influence on Vaughn,” Flint suggested, as he and Vaughn also puffed away, just as avidly.

  “Oh? And you’re not?” Aaron retorted.

  Flint laughed. “I guess you’ve got me, there.”

  “I really don’t mind being corrupted,” Vaughn assured the other two men.

  The conversation flagged as the three men finished their drinks, and their joints.

  Aaron stubbed out his joint in the saucer.

  “I can’t see any reason to beat around the bush,” he said. “I have to admit it, I came here with only one thing on my mind, as they say. So—do either or both of you guys want to fuck?” he asked bluntly.

  Flint glanced at Vaughn, who nodded at him. “Count me in,” Flint said.

  “Me, too,” Vaughn agreed. “I remember us talking, Aaron, about the possibility of getting into a threesome with Flint, sometime. Looks like tonight’s the night.”

  “Been discussing me behind my back, have you?” Flint asked.

  “Yeah,” Vaughn admitted. “I told Aaron what a hot fuck you are. So now’s your chance to prove it. Don’t make me a liar.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.” Flint turned to Aaron. “You can start by taking that fucking uniform off. Let’s see that hot body of yours, man.”

  Grinning, Aaron removed the handcuffs from his belt, and deposited them on the nightstand. “These might come in handy later on, if either of you men is in the mood.” Then he began to strip.

  “You two haven’t tricked with each other before?” Vaughn asked.

  “No,” Flint said. “Never got around to it, somehow. Not that I haven’t thought about it—fantasized about it—and jerked off thinking about it.”

  “Me, too,” the blond deputy admitted, as he took off his clothes. “I can’t imagine why we haven’t gotten together before now. Seems like a waste. But we can make up for lost time now.” Naked, he stood beside the bed. “Anybody got any preference about how we start off? Is everyone here clean? Can you prove test results? God, I just want to fuck you both bare. I have to get tested all the time for work, so I’m clean and I can prove it later.”

  Vaughn was all for that and he leaned over and pulled out his latest test results. “All clean as of last week and I’ve never barebacked before.”

  Flint got onto his hands and knees on the bed, and thrust his face forward into Aaron’s groin. “I got tested with Vaughn, I’m good to go. So let me suck on that big, fat lawman’s dick of yours,” he demanded.

  “Knock yourself out,” Aaron invited him.

  Vaughn couldn’t believe his luck as he watched Flint’s mouth surround Aaron’s erection. The two hottest men in town, so far as Vaughn was concerned, were both there in his room at once—naked, erect, and going at each other with unrestrained lust. It was like watching a porn video, only better.

  “Fuck,” he exclaimed, as his own cock rose from his groin, silently pleading for some attention. Instinctively, he grasped his shaft in his hand and began to stroke it, as he stared at the two men on the bed. “Fuck,” he repeated. “Those tattoos—those muscles—it’s so goddamn sexy to watch.”

  “Don’t be just a bystander,” Aaron advised him. “Come here, Vaughn. Join the party.”

  Vaughn stepped toward the bed, and Aaron reached for his hard-on, brushing Vaughn’s fingers aside and taking over the task of manipulating Vaughn’s cock himself. All the while, Aaron continued to fuck Flint’s face.

  “Oh, you’ve got a hot mouth,” Aaron moaned. “Oh, fuck—you really know how to do a number on a guy’s dick. Suck it, buddy. Keep sucking it, just like that. Damn! You have no idea how good that feels.”

  But Flint must have decided to tease him a little first. He stopped sucking the deputy’s cock, and kissed his belly, instead. Quickly, he ran his tongue up Aaron’s torso and over those solid pecs of his for a moment, kissing each hard-pointed, pierced and ringed teat in turn. He then moved his head back down Aaron’s broad torso, licking the smooth tanned skin and the corded muscle of the guy’s flat belly, thrusting the tip of his tongue into the deep-puckered navel as far as it would go, making Aaron bite his lip and squirm at the lewd sensation.

  The blond man gasped out loud and worked his hips back and forth in an instinctive humping motion as Flint parted his muscular, soft-furred thighs with his hands. Then Flint’s disheveled dark head was being thrust blindly into the warm, sweat-moistened grip of Aaron’s crotch. The cowboy went back to work on the depu
ty’s cock, devouring it with his ravenous mouth.

  “Oh—oh, shit, Flint!” Aaron cried. “Suck it—suck my cock! I need it bad, man. Suck my cock!”

  Once again, though, his cocksucker teased him, abandoning his cock. Flint’s insidious tongue explored the blond man’s perineum muscle, flicked tantalizingly over his anal crack, and poked at the two huge balls that trembled helplessly within the confines of their taut-stretched, swollen scrotal sac.

  Flint kissed both nuts passionately before he sucked them inside his mouth.

  Aaron leaned forward over the edge of the bed, dug his fingers into Flint’s short black hair, and pushed the other guy’s head down even harder against his crotch, encouraging him to work on his balls some more. Aaron’s erect probe, neglected, impatient with lust, was rubbing ever more insistently over Flint’s unshaven cheek as he sucked on the man’s big balls and tickled them with his wet, slippery, intolerably stimulating tongue.

  Watching the other two men go at it like that, Vaughn experienced a moment of envy. He could guess what Aaron must be feeling. If he’d been in Aaron’s place, Vaughn would’ve been content to let Flint work on him all night. He was sure that nothing could top the delicious sensation of having another guy’s hot mouth on his balls like that, making love to the hypersensitive orbs.

  So Vaughn wasn’t surprised when he heard Aaron let out a quick, strangulated shriek of disappointment when Flint suddenly released his nuts. But, a split-second later, the shriek turned into a wild, loud moan of lustful satisfaction when Flint repositioned his head—and went down on Aaron, taking all of Aaron’s thick cock head and half the pulsating, blood-engorged shaft deep into his greedy mouth in one fast gulp.

  Lips sealed themselves around Aaron’s frenulum and the deputy cried out that he almost shot his load even before Flint actually began to suck him. Gasping, he threw his head back and began to fuck Flint’s face.

  Vaughn experienced another spasm of vicarious pleasure—and envy.

  Flint was a master cocksucker. He was lavishing all of his oral expertise upon Aaron. Observing Aaron closely, Vaughn recognized the familiar symptoms. Flint was pushing Aaron closer and closer to the edge. Aaron almost seemed to be suffering, and Vaughn could empathize with him. Vaughn knew only too well what exquisite torment it could be, to be sucked so well. Aaron shuddered helplessly from head to foot. He sweated. He clenched his teeth. He groaned like a dying man. And yet he didn’t come!

  He was finally reduced to helpless, near-hysterical pleading.

  “Oh, please, Flint. Suck it, let me fucking shoot. No more! Don’t, I just have to get my fucking nuts off, man. My balls are aching, they’re going to goddamn explode unless I come! Suck it off—let me come, let me blast! Oh, please! I’ll do anything you want, anything, if only you’ll let me fucking come now—right now, before I can’t stand it anymore. Now—oh!”

  Yet Flint kept on blowing him as he had been for nearly a full minute of sheer torture for Aaron, of visible raw excitement for Flint. Then, unexpectedly, Flint stopped sucking altogether, although he kept Aaron’s meat in his mouth, clamping his lips down hard around the base of the bulky cylinder.

  Aaron struggled and whimpered and cursed, and made frantic humping movements with his powerful hips and thighs, fucking Flint’s mouth in a desperate effort to get the friction going again.

  Flint nearly choked on the other man’s whang as he choked out a laugh. Then he attacked that tormented meat again, without warning, without mercy, taking a deep, quick breath through his nostrils—before he let every inch of Aaron’s dick slide down into his mouth and his throat.

  The blond stud heaved his body violently up from the floor, letting out a blood-curdling howl as a truly viselike pressure gripped his cock. Vaughn had had that treatment from Flint before and knew exactly what Flint was doing to Aaron. Flint dug his fingers into Aaron’s hips and buttocks and held on to them for dear life, while he deep-throated the deputy with all the expertise at his command.

  “Aw, shit!” Aaron cried. “I’m so close. So fucking close! I can feel my goddamn pre-cum, oozing out the tip of my dick. Bet you can taste it, can’t you, you cocksucker? But I don’t want to come so soon. Not yet. Not yet, damn it!”

  With a supreme effort of will power, he backed away from Flint, withdrawing his wet, glistening cock completely from the other man’s mouth. Threads of saliva dripped from Aaron’s cock and fell to the floor.

  “Now you,” Aaron gasped, beckoning to Vaughn. “I want to see you suck him, man! Shove his fucking cock down your throat.”

  Gasping for breath, in a veritable erotic frenzy, Vaughn got onto the bed. He rolled over onto his back.

  “Come on, Flint,” he begged. “Straddle my chest and fuck my face.”

  Flint quickly got into the position Vaughn wanted.

  Straddling Vaughn’s chest, Flint forced his man-sized piston between his lips. Vaughn opened his mouth wide to receive the cock, excited almost to the point of coming by its musky scent and salty taste.

  Reaching behind himself, Flint caught hold of Vaughn’s own jerking fuck tool, proceeding to fuck his horny mouth and masturbate him at the same time.

  It wasn’t long before Vaughn was sucking on the juicy meat in his mouth as hard as he could, his carnal lusts aroused to fever pitch by the unexpectedly rough treatment he was receiving from Flint, who seemed to be in an unusually aggressive, demanding mood tonight.

  Not that Vaughn was complaining. If Flint chose to vent his lust by using Vaughn’s body callously to satisfy himself in front of Aaron, who was observing the entire episode with lewd approval, then Vaughn was all for it—as long as the three of them did fuck and suck together, like a trio of rutting, depraved animals.

  Pumping his hips frantically up and down on the mattress in response to the steady masturbation, Vaughn played with Flint’s balls, feeling his own hot sperm rising from inside him.

  But Flint seemed to be aware that he was about to shoot his load, and so he stopped jerking Vaughn off just in time to avoid an explosion. He then pulled his penis out of Vaughn’s slavering mouth.

  Vaughn lay gasping on the bed, almost crying with disappointment. He had been on the brink of an orgasm. It seemed excessively sadistic of Flint to have denied him the satisfaction that both their bodies so obviously craved.

  He soon found out, however, that the other man had something else in mind for them. Flint’s strong arms had encircled his body, and Vaughn was being turned over onto his face.

  He knew what the horny man was going to do, and he shivered in delicious anticipation of being fucked again when he felt the slippery lubricant being pushed into his tight ass hole. Flint was inserting two fingers up into his ass hole, thoroughly massaging and lubricating the whole area, and Vaughn wriggled his buttocks, enjoying the sensation of having those two blunt fingers stuck up his hot ass.

  Then the fingers were pulled out and the other guy got astride him again. Vaughn could feel Flint’s large probe jabbing between his buttocks, and he couldn’t help letting out a choked cry of agony when the pulsating, thick knob of Flint’s dick quickly penetrated his sore anus.

  He gasped with relief when Flint, hearing his cry of pain, didn’t start humping immediately, but waited patiently for Vaughn to adjust to the bulky male organ being rammed into him, for Vaughn’s ass hole to relax around his dick, before he started the actual fucking.

  It didn’t take long. Before too many minutes had passed, Vaughn not only felt comfortable with Flint’s sex tool shoved up his ass, he realized that he liked it. He wanted it. He wanted more, much more, of it. He wanted to get fucked by it!

  “Fuck me now, man,” he moaned. “I’m ready!” Once more, the slippery, throbbing sex tool was forced deep into his backside. Vaughn groaned, although this time the pain wasn’t nearly so devastating. With infinite care, Flint sank his cockshaft up into his ass inch by inch, until he had reached the hilt and his balls were resting between Vaughn’s parted le
gs.

  Vaughn began to relax and enjoy it once he got used to the pressure of the big cock jammed up his bunghole. His own cock, which had lost part of its erection when pain from Flint’s initial insertion had wracked his body, began to stiffen again.

  Gingerly, Vaughn pushed his bottom up slightly, and he felt a familiar thrill of excitement rush through him as Flint’s prick throbbed and swelled inside his anal passage.

  Carefully, Flint started to fuck him, gently easing his dick in and out of Vaughn’s slippery rear channel, and penetrating him to the fullest possible extent with each hard thrust.

  It wasn’t long before he had Vaughn howling with lust under him, begging to get fucked harder, faster, and deeper, squirming and writhing on the bed, gasping like a landed fish. At each thrust of Flint’s erection into his warm, tight ass hole, Vaughn’s own cock stiffened and dripped with excitement.

  Flint began to get rougher, slamming himself down hard on Vaughn’s backside, fucking his cock brutally into the snug crevice between his ass cheeks, working himself up into a frenzy as the clinging sheath of flesh around his fuck tool forced it to swell up to its full size.

  Groaning, gasping, almost hysterical with passion, Vaughn started to beat the mattress rhythmically with his fists as his hot sperm started to shoot out of his prick, squirting in a long white jet over the bed under him.

  With a hoarse cry, Flint forced his vibrating ramrod as far as he could get it up into Vaughn’s ass, pressing him down flat onto the bed. As Flint’s dick began to unleash a stream of fuck fluid up into his butt, Vaughn could feel the semen-drenched bed sheets rubbing wetly against his stomach and chest.

  Then he felt Flint’s teeth close on the flesh at the back of his neck, biting into his skin in orgasmic abandon, like a cat killing a mouse, and Flint’s big cock swelled once more inside his guts while it prepared to spit out yet another wad of thick, creamy sperm.