Bondage Ranch

by Roland Graeme

  Slowly, the two men disentangled themselves. Flint sat up, his body dripping with sweat, his still half-erect cock still dribbling creamy jism, and leered at Aaron, who returned his grin.

  Then, bending down over the bed, Aaron pushed Flint’s head back, and with a sigh he sought the Texan stud’s full, sensual lips. Vaughn rolled over to watch as the other two moved to keep the fucking going.

  Flint made no visible move to discourage him, but lay there on the bed passively as Aaron stretched himself on top of him.

  “Fuck, that was so hot watching you two. Got me so fucking hard.”

  Flint’s cock began to stiffen again, despite the violent screwing he’d just given Vaughn, and slowly he slid his thighs wide apart, at the same time opening his mouth to suck in Aaron’s eager, darting tongue.

  Reaching down, he caressed the deputy’s muscular torso before grasping hold of the thick, pulsating fuckpole jutting out from Aaron’s groin, claiming it in his sweaty palms and stroking it.

  Aaron began to moan in ecstasy while Flint manipulated his cock knob, squeezing and rubbing it expertly in his warm, strong hands.

  Aaron was exploring Flint’s lips, his body, his cock, and indeed everything about him, familiarizing himself with the other man’s body and its responses.

  Welcoming a brief respite from the intense sexual activity, Vaughn settled back on the mattress to watch the two other men make love. Flint opened his legs up under Aaron’s body and, grasping hold of the rigid pole in his hands once more, he positioned it against the rim of his ass hole.

  “You want to get fucked?” Aaron asked Flint.

  “Hell, yes!”

  “Get some lube on that eight-inch motherfucker of mine, and I’ll shove it right up your ass,” the deputy promised.

  “Here you go, guys,” Vaughn said, grabbing the lube and holding it out to Aaron, who squirted some out and put it on his dick.

  “Slick yourself up good,” Flint pleaded, during these preparations. “Otherwise that thing of yours could tear me wide open!”

  “Don’t worry, fucker,” Aaron assured him. “I’ve fucked plenty of guys. And they’ve all lived to tell the tale—and to come running back for more!”

  Flint’s eyes never left Aaron’s as the big blond man slowly sank his dick up into Flint’s ass hole. His expression was intensely sexual, lust mixed with affection, as the large cock plunged into his always ready-to-be-fucked ass hole.

  “Damn! Oh, damn!” Flint howled. “You’re going in there deep! Oh, that’s some big dick you’re slamming in there, you bastard!”

  “Take it,” Aaron grunted. “Take it—and love it, bitch! You know you want it. You know you like it!”

  “I like it,” Flint sputtered. “Oh, man, it’s killing me, it’s so fucking big and hard! But I do like it. I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me, deputy! Fuck my ass!”

  “Yeah!” Aaron gloated. “Hot, tight stud ass!”

  Then, with Vaughn watching and mesmerized by the other two men’s every move, Aaron began to screw Flint, slowly and steadily at first, but gradually speeding up his thrusts, alternately long and short, in quick succession. Flint lifted his legs in the air and wrapped them tightly around Aaron’s waist as the deep fucking he was getting became more frenzied with each fresh stroke the deputy made into him.

  “Hell!” Aaron shouted. “This stud boyfriend of yours really knows how to take it, Vaughn!”

  “Fuck him!” Vaughn said.

  “Yeah, fuck me!” Flint begged, echoing the other ranch hand. “Make me feel every inch of you in me. Hammer that ass!”

  Soon, Aaron was slamming his meat deep into Flint’s ass with hard, jolting, rhythmic strokes, each shuddering thrust ramming into Flint’s spasming ass hole with enough force to rock his body from head to foot.

  All the time, Vaughn and Flint’s eyes never left Aaron’s, watching the other man’s facial expression change first from passion to excitement, then from excitement to an uncontrollable carnal lust.

  “Motherfucker,” Aaron moaned. “Hot-assed, dirty motherfucker! I can’t hold it back. You’re doing it to me, you horny bastard. You’re sucking the cum right out of me. You’re going to make me come!”

  “Pop it, fucker,” Flint urged him. “Blow your fucking wad!”

  Aaron was nearing his climax. It was Flint, though, who started to release his sperm first. Although it was only a short while since he had had an orgasm, the eager efficiency of Aaron’s cock plowing into him, plus his intense excitement, must have aroused him quickly to the point of no return again. His arms went around Aaron’s shoulders, and with a loud moan he spurted a stream of cum up between their bodies. He was ejaculating, spontaneously, without even touching his unloading cock.

  As Flint’s head fell to one side, with the exquisite agony of his climax written on his handsome features, Vaughn watched the Texan’s sperm splashing up onto Aaron’s torso, some of it reaching as high as his chest and soiling his bulging pectoral muscles, only to lose velocity and drip down sluggishly in the deep sweaty groove between his pecs.

  He said, breathlessly, “I’m coming... fuck I’m coming.” His cock sank deeply into Flint’s well-fucked ass hole and spurted out its fluid, filling deep inside Flint’s guts with the frothy tide of his jism.

  His voice, when it came, was taut with passion. “Oh, Flint!” he moaned. “Oh, man! Take it, buddy, I’m coming! I’m coming in you, I’m shooting my whole fucking load into your hot ass! Take it! Take me! Take that fucking cum of mine up your hot ass!”

  “Yeah, take it, man,” Vaughn coached Flint from the sidelines. “Suck his dick dry with that hot, tight ass hole of yours!”

  Then the two men were done fucking, their sweating, jism-dripping bodies lying still in the quiet room. After a few minutes, their breathing became calmer. With great tenderness, Aaron’s lips sought Flint’s mouth again in a long, hungry kiss.

  Still breathing hard from the exertion of screwing Flint, Aaron sat back while Vaughn lifted Flint’s legs into the air and forced them widely apart. Then, bending down, Vaughn started to lick Flint’s exposed ass hole to calm the inflamed tissue he could see while sucking out Aaron’s sperm deposited there!

  Vaughn kept his eyes on Aaron to watch how he reacted to the lewd display of Vaughn rimming Flint, which was to get horny all over again! Moving behind Vaughn as he bent over to suck Flint’s ass, Aaron stuck his stiff prick up between his legs and, reaching around his hips, began to play with Vaughn’s swollen cock head.

  Flint sighed as Vaughn’s tongue entered his sore ass hole and proceeded to rim him thoroughly. With Aaron behind him, Vaughn looked toward Flint and his large dick laying stiff and throbbing on his belly.

  Aaron was still standing behind Vaughn, pushing his shaft between his thighs. He was also playing with Vaughn’s cock, exciting him to fever pitch, so that his tongue in Flint’s ass licked him at an even faster pace.

  Taking his face from between Flint’s ass cheeks, Vaughn moved forward, trying to push his cock head into Flint’s saliva-lubricated ass hole. But it was Aaron, still with his hard-on aimed between Vaughn’s legs, who managed to push his wet, thick dick into Flint’s relaxed and vulnerable ass hole.

  Vaughn looked down where the two other men were joined as Flint groaned from the throbbing knob that was stretching the rim of his anus wide open, for the second time that night. Then he groaned again when the whole length of Aaron’s cockshaft sank inside him. Vaughn moved over to lay beside them and think of where he could jump into the fun.

  Aaron, kneeling on the edge of the bed, his cock jammed up into Flint’s butt, started to push forward, urging Flint to move into the center of the mattress. Eventually, they made it. Aaron then stretched out his well-muscled body, full length, and started to fuck Flint with long, steady strokes. “Oh man, I can’t get enough of your tight ass clamped around my hot, horny prick.”

  Aaron’s shaft began to plunge in and out of Flint’s rectum again. Flint r
eached forward and, grasping his own legs, pulled them backward and apart, giving his fucker complete freedom to ram his manhood up into him as deeply as he could.

  Aaron put his arms underneath and around Flint’s shoulders, pulling downward at each forceful upward lunge of his dick, using their lover’s body as completely as possible.

  Vaughn, meanwhile, was amusing himself by lying on the bed by their side. He had gotten two of his fingers stuck up into Aaron’s ass hole, and as Aaron fucked Flint, Vaughn was giving Aaron’s ass hole a good hard finger-fucking as it pumped up and down.

  Aaron looked as though he was quickly reaching his climax, and he started to grunt as he shoved his cock up into Flint’s butt faster and faster. Each time his ass rose in the air after each thrust, Vaughn’s fingers pushed up into his ass hole, relentlessly fucking it. In the dim light of the bedroom all three men’s skin shone with perspiration.

  Flint pulled his legs further back, pushing his ass cheeks forward to meet the onslaught between them.

  His prick was jerking on his belly, but Vaughn could tell he was fighting to delay his climax.

  “You gonna fuck me next, cowboy? You gonna use that young insatiable cock on me and fuck me hard?” Flint asked Vaughn.

  With a mighty heave forward, and a loud cry of pleasure, Aaron’s whole weight came down between Flint’s widespread legs. Gyrating his hips in an effort to push the last half-inch of his shaft up inside Flint’s rectum, he spurted out his abundant sperm in a gushing wave of blissful release.

  Vaughn, who had gotten three of his fingers up inside Aaron’s ass hole, continued to fuck him while he came, until at least his swollen member began to relax, soften, and run dry.

  After a few seconds, during which he regained his breath, Aaron started to pull his spent cock out of Flint’s ass hole, making a wet, sucking noise as he did so.

  Flint sat up, and they watched as some of the semen that had been pumped into him oozed out of his just-fucked ass hole and trickle down his thighs.

  Vaughn was shocked. He had managed not to ejaculate, despite the excitement of Aaron climaxing inside him, pushing his belly against his nearly exploding cock. Quickly, Vaughn positioned him so that he was on all fours, and as soon as he had placed his potent prick against Flint’s come-filled ass hole, Flint pushed himself backward, impaling himself on the shaft with reckless ease.

  “Fuck, I feel as though I’m all anus! I just wanted to be fucked, and fucked, and fucked!”

  Crouched on all fours, his red lips open and glistening with spittle, his nostrils drawn back, snorting for breath, he pumped his ass back and forth on Vaughn’s rigid prickshaft. Vaughn didn’t find it necessary, or even practical, to move at all, Flint was fucking back on him so hard—he simply crouched over Flint and allowed the sex-crazed stud to screw himself like a dog, as fast as he could, on Vaughn’s quivering fuck-rod.

  Vaughn found it intensely enjoyable to be used like that for the other man’s anal satisfaction, and he started to moan in excitement while Flint’s hot ass shot back and forth like a piston, the hard-muscled buttocks slapping against Vaughn’s stomach each time Flint hurled his body backward to get fucked again.

  It was incredible, but Flint was virtually fucking Vaughn, and not the other way around. The sperm was being sucked out of Vaughn’s jerking dick, as though he had stuck it inside a milking machine’s nozzle. But no piece of the farm’s machinery could have been more efficient at deflating a man’s erection than Flint’s horny ass.

  Vaughn could feel his jism already gathering to shoot out of his cock slit. He didn’t want to come so soon, but he couldn’t help it.

  Flint didn’t pause for a second, but pumped his ass back and forth as well as wrenching it from side-to-side, fucking himself on Vaughn’s prick from every possible angle.

  Vaughn, his sun-bronzed torso rigid, his body wet with the sweat of sex, released his semen in gushing torrents of ecstasy that surpassed anything he had experienced since the night at Darren’s. As the first spurt died away and he arched his back slightly, ready to shoot another hot jet of the creamy liquid, he let his chest rest on Flint’s back. The hot, sticky sweat of sex glued their flesh together. Reaching for Flint’s cock, Vaughn grasped the large, slippery knob and rubbed it.

  But he didn’t have to coax Flint into an orgasm. As he felt Vaughn’s second spurt of cum discharge into his ass hole, Flint blasted a fountain of his jism onto the bed under them, soaking a large area.

  He wished he could go on firing his juices forever, as Flint’s ass hole contracted on Vaughn’s rigid, frothily ejaculating fuck tool, holding it tightly in the grip of his spasmodically excited rectum.

  Aaron, who had watched the other two men fuck with intense interest, leaned over and kissed each of them on the mouth in turn, while Vaughn continued to unload into Flint’s ass, and Flint’s cock continued to soil the bed with his showering sperm.

  Then, panting from the force of their erotic exertions, of their orgasms, all three men lay for a long while where they were, trying to regain their breath, reluctant to pull their bodies apart.

  “Damn,” Aaron groaned. “That was some hot sex!”

  “Glad you enjoyed yourself,” Flint replied. “I know I did. What about you, Vaughn?”

  “I’m fucked out, guys,” Vaughn lamented. “Totally fucked out!”

  Flint laughed. “You poor kid. Come on, we’d better get some shut-eye. Tomorrow’s working day, you know.”

  Aaron stirred. “I guess I’d better get going.”

  “No, stay,” Vaughn urged him. “Sleep with us. There’s plenty of room.”

  “Well, if you insist—”

  “I do insist,” Vaughn said. “And I want to sleep in the middle, between you two guys.”

  Wearily, they settled down to sleep on the large mattress. Vaughn lay between Aaron and Flint. He turned toward his fuck buddy the deputy, and as they automatically pressed their bodies tightly together again, Aaron kissed him with a fervor that almost got Vaughn going again.

  He put his tongue into Aaron’s open mouth and his prick, which was pushing against Aaron’s cock, stiffened involuntarily. But tiredness was overcoming all three men, and finally they stopped kissing and Vaughn’s head fell on Aaron’s shoulder as they fell asleep, sinking deep into the heat and sweat of sexual fatigue and much-needed recuperation.

  After all, they were going to need all the rest they could get, to recharge their bodies after the extraordinary demands they had just made upon themselves, and one another. The new day would dawn, and with it would come their usual duties and responsibilities. But, in stolen moments like these, there would be time for pleasure, as well.

  Vaughn’s body was worn out for the time being by sex, but his mind remained alert for a few moments. He felt a new appreciation of just how lucky he was.

  There were several men in his life. Some of them were better men than others, but Vaughn knew that he was really in no position to judge others. He had his own shortcomings, and on the whole he was no better or worse than most.

  He was just another gay man trying to make his way in the world. And, with the help of his friends and his lovers, he felt much more confident about his ability to do so.

  Surrendering to his exhaustion and his contentment, he fell asleep.

  Chapter Fifteen: Fostering Canadian-American Relations

  Aaron accepted Vaughn’s invitation to accompany him and Flint to the sex party. Darren didn’t mind adding two more men to the guest list. On the contrary, he seemed delighted.

  “Hell, bring along every guy who works on your ranch, if you can talk them into it,” Darren suggested, as he and Vaughn began to wrap up their webcam chat a few days before the party.

  Vaughn laughed. “I think two will be enough for me to handle for now. I’m still new to this group sex stuff, remember?”

  “Yeah, but with me and my buddies to help you, you’ll learn fast,” Darren predicted. “See you guys on Saturday
night.”

  The setup at Darren’s farmhouse was the same as before—the vehicles parked outside, the buffet set out on the dining room table, the eating and drinking and camaraderie. Vaughn introduced his companions to Darren, who encouraged Flint and Aaron to circulate and get acquainted with the other guests.

  “Your lover’s hot,” Darren declared, when Flint and Aaron were out of earshot.

  “If you’re talking about Flint—he’s not exactly my lover,” Vaughn protested.

  “No?” Darren smiled.

  “We’re just good friends. And fuck buddies.”

  “Well, you could do a hell of a lot worse. You two make a sexy couple. What about your friend, the deputy?”

  “He and I are fuck buddies, too. Nothing more.”

  “You have a few commitment issues, do you?” Darren asked, teasing Vaughn. “So what you’re telling me is—both of your buddies are up for grabs?”

  “They’re free to do as they goddamn please,” Vaughn replied—perhaps not altogether graciously. “And so am I.”

  Darren clasped Vaughn’s upper arm. “Don’t mind me. I couldn’t help yanking your chain a little. Maybe I’m all wrong, but I have a feeling those two dudes mean more to you than you’re ready to let on.”

  “Maybe they do,” Vaughn admitted. “But I like you, too. Life is confusing.”

  “Life is short,” Darren suggested, philosophically. “Which is why we might as well make the most of it. And not overanalyze things.”

  A few minutes after eight, Darren locked the front door. Then the clothes came off and the guests trooped upstairs, where the three bedrooms of The Orgy Suite were waiting.

  Vaughn was pleased to see that the Canadian guy from Calgary was once again present.

  “I can’t remember that Canadian dude’s name,” Vaughn whispered in Darren’s ear.

  “That’s Ryan.”

  “Got it. I’ll try not to forget this time. You need to start passing out name tags,” Vaughn joked. “The stick-on kind, not the kind you have to pin on!”