“What happens when they have the foals?” Ryan asked, half-afraid of the answer.
“I’ve heard they leave the mares with the foals for a few months, before they are impregnated again.” Callum pulled Ryan closer and hugged him. “Most of the foals are shipped out to be slaughtered for food.”
Ryan sat there for a while and looked at poor Maggie. Finally he asked, “Why is she so thin? Don’t they feed the horses?”
“I’ve read that they do feed them well, but after so many back-to-back pregnancies, the mare’s bodies break down. When they don’t become pregnant anymore or break down like Maggie has, they’re shipped off to slaughter.”
Callum stood up, pulling Ryan with him. Ryan turned around and grabbed Callum’s vest with both hands. “Why do you think someone dumped Maggie in the field and didn’t ship her off?”
“I don’t know. I guess that’s something we’re going to have to try and find out,” Callum answered. “Ryan, you need to know, Maggie has a long road ahead of her. She’s pregnant, and to be honest I’m surprised she hasn’t lost the foal already.”
Ryan’s mind went numb. The long sleepless night, combined with the horrors of what Callum had just described, and now finding out Maggie was pregnant, shut everything down.
Later he would remember Callum leading him out of the small barn and helping him into the truck. The next thing he knew was waking up in a strange bedroom naked.
Chapter Six
Ryan opened his eyes and blinked to clear his vision. He rubbed his hand over his face, but the unfamiliar white ceiling was still there. Before he could try to figure out where he was, tight wet warmth engulfed his dick. Helpless, he could only close his eyes and grab onto the thick, soft material of the thick comforter.
A mouth sucked Ryan’s dick in, making his toes curl when his cockhead bumped into the back of his pleasurer’s throat.
“Callum…it feels so good,” he whispered. Yeah, he knew it was Callum. Ryan was sure no one else in the world had such an intoxicating sweet musky scent mixed with leather and horse. Ryan found he was becoming addicted to it. Ryan cried out again when Callum swallowed the sensitive head of his dick. A firm hand guided his spread leg until Ryan bent his knee and brought it up to his chest. As a wet finger rubbed and probed his asshole, Callum’s mouth started sucking his dick with long strong pulls.
“Callum, I’m going to come,” he yelled out, his hands aching from gripping the bed covers so tightly.
Callum released his dick with a pop. Something cold, and blunt pressed against his hole until his guardian muscles gave, and the unforgiving hardness pushed in. Ryan opened his eyes and looked down to see Callum watching whatever it was he was putting inside of him.
“What is that?” he asked.
“It’s a plug,” Callum answered. “Jack yourself slowly.”
Following Callum’s orders, Ryan gladly reached down and wrapped his fingers around his straining dick. His skin was so sensitive from Callum’s mouth a groan escaped as he stroked himself from the blood-engorged base to the weeping slit at the top.
Callum twisted the plug and pulled it out until only the tip remained inside of him. As Ryan stroked his dick slowly back down to the base, Callum pushed the plug just as slowly into his ass. Both his hand and the plug reversed directions at the same time. When Ryan reached the head of his dick, it was wet and slick with pre-cum.
“Use your other hand and pinch your nipples,” Callum ordered.
Sensations bombarded him. Ryan had sensitive nipples and just a few brushes with his fingertips had them both standing on end.
Callum started thrusting the plug into his ass at a faster pace and Ryan had trouble catching his breath. “Pinch one hard, Ryan, now,” Callum ordered.
Ryan pinched his nipple hard and squeezed the end of his dick. The plug nailed his prostate, and he screamed as cum flowed over his hand.
Time stopped, as well as Ryan’s hearing and sight. Everything in Ryan’s being centered on the pulses of cum being pulled out of his balls and through his dick.
Something huge replaced the plug, pressing through his tight muscles and splitting him open. Callum’s large body covered him.
Ryan opened his eyes and looked up into Callum’s face. “Condom?”
“It’s on, now dance with me.” Callum’s low sexy voice seemed to travel over and caress his skin.
He lifted both legs up high on the sides of Callum’s chest. Callum leaned on one arm, and a strong hand gripped Ryan’s hip. Their bodies strained together as the master above him forced Ryan to take Callum’s hard length.
Callum pressed his body down onto Ryan and began sawing only his hips. Ryan’s dick forgot that he had just come minutes ago and hardened under the fiction from their bellies. Sweat coated Ryan’s skin and his breath came out in short bursts.
“Cullum, it’s too much.” Ryan’s finger dug into Callum’s shoulders.
“Squeeze your muscles. Hold me inside,” Callum commanded.
Ryan obeyed and tightened his ass muscles, trying to keep Callum’s cock where his lover demanded. Nerves he hadn’t known existed lit up like firecrackers.
Lifting his head, Ryan screamed as his balls pulled up. “Callum.”
Lips covered his. Callum’s tongue invaded his mouth and conquered him. Ryan’s cum sprayed between them, adding more slickness to their sweat coated bodies.
The big man’s muscles seized for a moment before Callum’s body shuddered and shook. Ryan felt hot cum fill the latex barrier in his tender asshole. The sensation forced another spurt of cum out of his balls.
Ryan opened his eyes to find Callum looking at him. As they stared at each other, Callum’s tongue slowly stroked Ryan’s tongue before pulling out of his mouth and licking his lips. It was one of the most erotic moments of Ryan’s life.
Callum separated their lips. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” Ryan whispered back.
Callum moved his hips and reached down to grab the edge of the condom.
“Callum.”
A sapphire blue gaze locked on to Ryan. “Yes?”
“Can we do it again?” he asked. A growl sounded, and Ryan looked down at his stomach in surprise.
Callum laughed and said, “Let’s get cleaned up first. Then we can see if Elliot left us anything in the refrigerator. Otherwise, we’ll have to go up to the big house and find something. I’m starving, and it sounds like you are, too.”
Ryan couldn’t help pouting a little. He didn’t want Callum’s cock to leave his body. He thought about squeezing his ass muscles to see if he could get a reaction out of his lover, but remembered Callum’s remark about topping from the bottom.
“Good boy, if you had tried it, you’d be across my lap right now receiving your first spanking from me,” Callum said.
Frowning, Ryan asked, “How did you know what I was thinking?”
“Cutie, you have one of the most expressive faces I’ve ever seen,” Callum said, and pulled his cock from Ryan’s body.
Ryan didn’t like the empty feeling. Fingers lifted his chin until he was looking at Callum.
“It’s too soon in our relationship, but when the time is right I’ll fill you with a plug to keep you full. If we ever get to the point of not using condoms, maybe I’ll keep you full of my cum by making you wear a plug all day. That is after I’ve made you cry out my name more than once in the morning.”
Ryan’s dick filled, and he reached down. Before he could touch himself, Callum grabbed his hand and pulled him off the bed. Not given any other choice, Ryan followed Callum to the adjacent bathroom.
Years ago, an old boyfriend had taken Ryan to a real estate open house. The mansion they had toured was listed at well over a million dollars. The bathroom that Callum just pulled him into was equivalent in luxury as any bathroom Ryan had seen in that mansion.
Looking at the floor of the bathroom and walls of the walk-in shower, in his mind Ryan could hear the realtor describing them as hone
d travertine tile. It looked like the same stuff to Ryan. Just before Callum opened the frameless shower door and pulled him into the large cubicle, he caught a glimpse of a fireplace set into a stone wall above a huge garden bathtub.
Everything was in shades of tans, browns, and grays. For Ryan, it was warm and had a homey feel. If Callum would let him, some evening he would love to try out that tub by filling it with bubbles and having only the fire’s glow lighting the room.
“Callum this room is incredible,” he exclaimed, wonder evident in his voice.
“Thank you,” Callum answered. “Graham lets his full-time employees fix up our rooms any way we want. I chose to center my attention to the bathroom. Some days the thought of relaxing in here is the only thing that gets me through them.”
“It’s your oasis,” Ryan concluded. He smiled up at the handsome man who worked so hard.
“Exactly.” Callum smiled back and dropped a kiss on Ryan’s lips.
Callum touched an electronic panel on the wall, and water came out of small holes in the ceiling. There was a hand-held showerhead on one wall and fixed heads spraying water at them from the other walls.
Another touch and a small door slid up, revealing soap. Callum proceeded to soap Ryan’s body from his head to his toes. He was fast and efficient, no doubt thinking about getting something to eat. But Ryan had other ideas, all in the name of cleaning his man, of course. Ryan took the soap from Callum’s big hand and thoroughly enjoyed running his palms over Callum’s muscles. Of course, he zeroed in on one of his most favorite places on Callum’s body.
The soap made Ryan’s fingers slip easily up and down Callum’s cock. The hard appendage was long and wide. Unable to resist Ryan leaned down and took the thick, spongy head into his mouth, ignoring the slightly soapy taste.
“Keep doing that, cutie, and I’ll nail you against the wall,” Callum threatened.
Ryan redoubled his efforts to take Callum’s entire cock into his mouth. It had always frustrated him that he wasn’t skilled enough to swallow his lovers down into his throat.
Fingers tangled in his hair and tightened around the strands. Ryan opened his mouth as wide as he could and let Callum fuck his mouth. His dick hardened and need rose from being controlled by this big man.
Callum’s cock grew, stretching the corners of Ryan’s mouth. Salty, bitter semen coated Ryan’s tongue, and he swallowed relishing his prize.
“Take it all,” Callum ordered, and another spurt jetted into his mouth.
Slowly Callum pulled out. A string of cum and saliva stretched from the tip of Callum’s cock to Ryan’s bottom lip, getting longer the further Callum pulled away.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” Callum ordered.
The hard tile was warm under Ryan’s palms. The water rained down on him, and a condom wrapper fluttered to the shower floor next to his foot. Ryan spread his legs wide and tipped his hips up.
Fingers touched the rim of his hole before sliding in. “You’re still nice and loose. Are you waiting for me, cutie?”
Ryan arched his back when Callum’s long finger pressed against his prostate. “Oh please, Callum. I need,” he begged.
He hated it when Callum’s fingers disappeared, and he was empty. Slick latex pushed between the cheeks of his ass until the blunt head of Callum’s cock forced his muscles to give.
“Push out, cutie, let me in,” Callum ordered.
Ryan obeyed, and his anus was split wide under the pressure of Callum’s cock. Shivers raced up his back, and Ryan braced his legs as Callum set off a steady rhythm. He loved it and knew he wasn’t going to last long.
A hand reached around his hip and fingers wrapped around his dick. That was all it took and stripes of cum shot out of Ryan’s dick all over the wall. Behind him, Callum groaned, his thrusts turning sharp and jerky with his orgasm. When neither had any more to give, together the two men collapsed onto the floor, warm water still raining down on them.
“I think you killed me,” Ryan complained, his breath wheezing between each word.
“Nah, you’re still talking,” Callum responded, his chest heaving as the big man tried to catch his breath.
“I think we’re clean enough. I’m going to shrivel up into a prune pretty soon,” Ryan complained.
Callum stood up, throwing the used condom in a wastebasket in the corner. Ryan absently thought he would explore that later and figure out how it wasn’t filling with water.
“Come on, whiny baby, let’s get your poor self out of here,” Callum teased, and lifted Ryan over his shoulder.
“I’m not a whiny baby, I’m hungry,” he complained. The imp inside Ryan came out and his hands crept down Callum’s back until he fondled the handsome man’s flexing glutes.
“Fine, let’s go feed you before I decide to spank the whininess out of your system,” Callum threatened.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Ryan objected.
Callum dumped Ryan onto the bed and said, “Try me.”
* * * *
Three days later Ryan sat at his new small desk in the corner of Graham’s office. He wasn’t sure if the water incident was the reason Graham decided Ryan needed his own desk, or if he thought it would be better for Ryan to have a separate space. A brand new state-of-the-art laptop sat in front of him. Yeah, the old one he was using fried during the water incident, and Graham not only bought himself a new one but ordered one for Ryan. Now all of the ranch’s computers had every warranty under the sun on them.
Ryan shifted carefully on the pillow he sat on, trying to find a comfortable position for his tender skin and aching balls. This morning Callum made good on his threat to spank him. By the time the big guy finished paddling his ass and fucking his brains out, Ryan had come three times. Combined with the long love session of the night before, and Ryan’s balls were objecting.
“Hey, Ryan.” Tyler walked into the office and flopped down into a chair across the desk from Ryan.
“What’s up?” he asked. Something about the expression on Tyler’s face told Ryan there was something on his mind.
“I thought I’d warn you. Steve called Graham and said he should be back on the ranch sometime at the end of the week.” Tyler picked up a pen from Ryan’s desk and started fiddling with it.
“Why the warning?” Ryan frowned, thinking he must have missed something in Tyler’s sentence.
“When Steve and Stan are in the same room the fireworks are bigger than the fourth of July. Graham has had enough of the drama and is going to sit them both down and talk to them about it,” Tyler explained.
“Well, thanks for the warning. I’ll make myself scarce when that happens.” Ryan watched Tyler become real interested in the pen he was twisting around his fingers.
“Tyler, what’s wrong?” Ryan asked.
Tyler looked up from staring at the pen. Misery covered his face. “My dad’s coming back from his vacation in Florida tomorrow.”
“Why aren’t you happy about that?” Ryan asked. If it were his father, he would be ecstatic. Even thinking about him, Ryan’s heart hurt he missed him so much.
“So much has happened. Me and my brothers and sister have always resented that Dad wouldn’t do more to protect us from my mother’s manipulation.” Tyler was back to watching the pen flipping around again. “It felt so good when dad put her in her place during that last meeting. We all needed to confront her, with him present, about her actions against us throughout our childhood. Later we all admitted that it had been hard holding back from applauding when he told her he was getting a divorce.”
“Do you hear from her anymore?” Ryan asked.
“No. I think she calls Dad to threaten him once in a while. She’s pretty much disowned the rest of us,” Tyler answered. Tyler raised his head, and there were tears in his big blue eyes. “Do you know what the worst part is?”
“What?” Ryan whispered. His heart ached for his friend’s pain.
“Dad lives here. I should be close to him. But I f
ind I don’t know what to say to him.” Tyler ran his misshapen hand through his thick brown hair, frustration radiating off of him. “Hell, Graham is more of a son to him than the rest of us are.”
“I’m so sorry, Tyler,” Ryan said. He nearly fell off his chair when Tyler hit his desk with his fist in frustration.
“Dad never has”—Tyler raised his hands and gestured with two fingers— “vacationed” in Florida before. Something is up. Why won’t he talk to me, Ryan?”
“I don’t know, maybe you should talk to him,” Ryan suggested.
“You’re right. When he gets back, I’m going to sit down with him and tell him how I feel.” Tyler’s face held an expression of resolution. When his eyes focused on Ryan, he smiled. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” Ryan answered. As his friend left the room, he could visibly see the weight on his shoulders had lifted.
The phone at Ryan’s elbow rang. When he answered it, Graham’s brisk voice ordered, “Ryan, get on that computer of yours. I need answers.”
Chapter Seven
Callum sat in the front seat of Graham’s truck next to Adam. The tension they were all feeling was evident in Graham’s white knuckles wrapped around the steering wheel.
He had to admit to being impressed by his lover’s skills with a computer. Graham had called Ryan after Callum had finished his latest examination on Ryan’s Maggie. That was how Callum thought of her now. Graham had told him that if the horse made it through this ordeal, he was planning on giving her to Ryan. Callum knew Ryan would be over the moon with that, as he spent every moment he could with her. The cutie had her walking around now and searching for carrot chips that were now a staple in Ryan’s pockets.
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